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1 Not long ago, I heard in a podcast that María Félix was born twice.

When fate called for it, and when she reinvented herself,

and chose to become "La Doña."

You're gonna look great.

THURSDAY'S WIDOWS EPISODE THREE: THE ANDRADE FAMILY

I believe Mariana Linares is like María Félix.

She decided to make a change and be born again as "Mrs. Andrade."

Perfect.

I sold the Andrades one of the most expensive mansions in Las Cascadas.

"There will be four of us," said Mariana.

And I asked if she was pregnant.

I was surprised I hadn't noticed.

"Not yet," she said, and continued.

"It'll be a boy and a girl."

She was very sure.

Or almost.

Later, I heard about the blood and the pain she felt.

She had to find another way.

And she did.

She found a way to be a mother because she wasn't going to quit.

She dreamed about having a family since she was a kid.

Here we go, sweetie! Your new home!

Mariana is not one to give up.

Whenever she mentioned how her children entered her life,

she would be vague, saying, "We managed to get them."

We'd never say anything about it, until one night when Tere said bluntly,

"If she paid for them, they are her children."

That's right.

There.

Don't ever leave. Never, never. I also like Aunt Mavi.

Aunt Mavi is so pretty and nice to me.

Aunt Julia too.

"Romina" was the name Mariana chose for Ramona.

And she's hated her new name since she was a child.

But it was different with the boy,

because Pedro came into their lives as a baby,

and didn't remember he had been baptized with the name "Hipólito."

Thanks, Montse.

I need you to do me a favor.

Peter failed some classes.

Math, History, Geography, and Civics.

- Civic Education. - Yeah, well, whatever.

You're gonna help him study this afternoon, can you do that?

I'm meeting some friends this afternoon.

What friends?

Hey, I'm glad you're friends with Mati! He's pretty cool!

- Hey, Mariana. - Hmm?

You studied international relations, right?

How come you never worked, though?

I mean...

What did you wanna do with your life?

Before you married Ernesto.

Or did you just want to get married and that's it?

You're very funny, aren't ya?

Welcome, everyone, to our monthly assembly in Los Altos de las Cascadas.

I chose seven topics which I think were the most important,

the ones we mentioned in the chat,

but we can take a vote, and make decisions,

figure out the penalties and such, okay?

Item number one...

In order to lead Los Altos de las Cascadas committee,

you need at least two attributes, authority and ovaries.

And, yeah, Mariana had both.

With her in charge, no one would dare break the rules.

- Her proposals were just like her... - Perfect.

Terrifying.

Number four, this is very important.

We've already talked about this once.

I propose

we cut the dogs' vocal chords so we're not annoyed by the howling,

especially during the night.

No?

Oh my dear God. Seriously.

- That sounds violent. - No!

Yeah, I know it sounds violent, but it's unbearable!

There are, like, hundreds of chihuahuas in this place!

- All in favor? - The howling, it's so loud!

- All in favor? - Obviously, I'm in favor!

- Mavi! - Mavi, no!

When we agreed to allow pets,

we made a commitment to have the pets trained,

and that's not happening.

So then we're gonna have to take this proposal seriously, all right?

{n8}Okay, let's circle back to this during the next assembly.

The accumulation of material goods

in the hands of a small fraction of the population

as well as the extreme poverty

of the majority of Mexico's workers and laborers

were some of the factors which led to the revolutionary movement

which would bring the dictatorship of Porfirio Díaz to an end.

I know you hate studying, but...

people like us can't afford to forget where we came from.

Whatever, I want to be a professional soccer player, not a revolutionary.

Do you remember our house?

No.

Your name?

My name is Pedro.

You really don't remember?

No.

I'll paint that whenever you need me to. Bye!

You like dressing up, huh?

This guy again.

Who do you wanna look like when you see yourself in the mirror?

- Like myself. - I'm not trying to be mean or anything.

Ugh, what do you care, dude? All you do is screw around with everybody.

Why don't you look in a mirror? Maybe what you see is not what you like.

Is it true that...

you and your brother were abandoned at Mariana and Ernesto's house?

And that on the first day, Mariana left you in the van

for, like, two hours before the nanny came to pick you up?

Hey, did you know adopted kids don't fall in love?

Because they didn't learn to be loved.

Hmm?

If you mess with my brother...

I'll kill you.

- You're beautiful. - Hmm.

How do you feel?

I told you, I feel fine, but I wanted to get your input.

You're perfect as usual.

We could maybe...

change the implants.

Yeah, a few cubic centimeters less would be nice, I suppose, but...

it's not necessary.

Hmm.

What's wrong?

No.

- No. Come on, don't insist on that again. - It's the only thing I want, Ernesto.

Look.

If it's really that important to you...

I promise you that next Thursday

I'll come to the meeting at Tano Scaglia's house.

You mean it, though?

You keep promising me that time and again, and you never do it.

It's the only promise I haven't kept.

It's all that matters to me.

No, no, stop!

Next Thursday.

- Whoo! How many, Montse? - One more to go, ma'am.

Nice!

- Here's your juice. - Ah, thanks.

Uh, ma'am, I don't mean to interrupt your training, but...

Uh, last night, I was folding some clothes...

- Uh-huh. - And I found this blouse.

Look, right over here, it's missing a... a little pearl.

Oh, no!

Five hundred dollars down the drain!

- Why don't you take it? - Really?

- Yeah, sure! - Oh...

Thank you. Thank you so much, ma'am.

- I really appreciate it. - Sure thing, Montse. You're welcome.

Uh, okay, well, one more lap?

Sure! All right, one more.

Ernesto wasn't handsome.

Not handsome at all.

Compared to the others,

he was ugly.

However, he was the most successful.

And Mariana loved success.

Admiration plays a crucial role in relationships.

It's been a long time since I felt that for Ronie.

Oh, that blouse looks really good on you!

You look so cute! I'm sure your daughter's gonna love it.

Montse!

- Yes, ma'am? - I've been looking for you.

Did you see my blouse with the pearls?

It was missing some pearls, or just one pearl?

Uh-huh, you gave it to me, right?

Oh, right. I shouldn't have given it to you.

I mean, I should've,

but there's the annual sale for the service personnel, you know?

- Mmm-hmm. - To help the residents of Los Tigrecitos.

So maybe you could buy it there.

- Right? So we can help the cause, okay? - Yes, sure.

Great! Leave it with the other things so I don't forget, okay?

- Yes. - Thanks, Montse.

- You were hungry, honey. - Yeah, Dad.

You're eating more than I am and I'm growing.

In the seminars,

there's nothing to eat except for coffee and cookies.

You're all doctors, yet the food's so bad?

We actually don't even think about eating.

We get so passionate about the seminar.

Did you know that after hair transplant operation,

the second most common cosmetic surgery for men is mastectomy?

- Yeah? - Mmm-hmm.

It's surprising.

And there's so much we can improve.

Improve? Why?

All those surgeries...

- I think it's just an addiction. - It's not just surgeries.

We also have some other kinds of treatments that make people feel good.

Whatever.

Ah, I know why you don't care.

Because you, like many,

believe people having cosmetic surgery

are all superficial.

Hmm?

But that's not true.

Cosmetic surgery is for those

who want to feel better about themselves and that accept...

that they want to feel better.

For example, you.

I could make you look just like your mother, if you wanted that.

Yeah, you wish.

I would never let you change me, okay?

- Don't talk to your father like that. - He's not my father.

- It's okay. - He is your father and I am your mother.

No, and you know it.

Go to your room.

You ruined dinner for us, Romina.

Ramona, Mariana.

I don't know why it's so hard for you.

Come on, quick, let's go. Let's go.

Hey, that lady is always pretty hammered.

Let's celebrate.

Since her husband left, she's always with her maid.

Cool!

- That's from the Pedrozas. - Is this the Monteiros?

- Excuse me, ma'am? - Thanks, Montse.

- May I go now? - Yeah, sure, go ahead!

Thank you.

Chalita.

Montse!

Come help me, I don't want someone else to get it.

- What? - Lady Mariana's cute little blouse.

The one with the pearls. Ay, it looks so divine!

{n8}The reason I want it is because Jenny's turning 15.

Great choice, I'm glad you're buying that...

You donated those glasses? Weren't they a gift from Tano?

- Wait, don't say anything, all right? - No, no, if he sees that...

- Come on, why would I say anything? - If he sees, then I'm dead.

- But what if he comes and sees them? - Hey, listen.

- I like that. - Thanks.

I don't wanna stress you out, but don't you think you should keep

insisting that Ernesto joins the guys on Thursdays?

It's just kinda odd that he doesn't.

You know?

He has a lot of work, he never has the time.

Aw, but it's a pity, you know? You're almost like a widow, he's...

so distant from everyone else.

- He'll go this Thursday. - Really?

Hey, someone will see you.

- Well, if you see Ernesto, let me know. - We gotta stick together.

The New Year's coming, the holidays and stuff.

I know. I hope he makes it.

Come on, let me hit it.

Wait.

- You're my best friend. - Right.

I mean...

besides, couples suck.

Just look at my "parents."

Ernesto thinks Mariana is a painting he made.

Or yours?

They're fed up, you know?

What's that, Ronie?

Cut the crap, man. Fuck.

- It's too much, dude. - There's the doc.

- Ask him, dude. - I already did, man.

Do it again.

Dr. Ernesto!

How's it going?

- How are you? - Good.

What's up, doc?

Are you coming on Thursday, or... are you gonna get scolded?

I wouldn't be scolded.

I could only be forced to, Tano.

- Come on... I'm just trying to... - Don't piss off the doc, man!

Do we bother you that much? Is that it?

- Nah. - Nah.

- No way. - It's not that, right, doc?

We'll see you on Thursday?

What was that, dude?

What should I bring?

A few extra brain cells for Ronie, because he's losing all of his.

See you there, doc.

For real, I promise you won't regret it, dude.

Thanks, Ernesto, eh?

According to Mariana, Ernesto was always a nerd.

A perfect student, a brilliant doctor, an exemplary husband.

And now I know that he had the most money of all.

He was successful in every way.

On top of it all, he even managed to be a good father.

I think he would've preferred a "Thursday of the Widows"

rather than a "Thursday at Tano's."

But he could never do that.

It would've looked very bad.

And everyone in Las Cascadas only cared about appearances.

Bye!

What's with the smile?

What?

Can I get a hand organizing all of this?

- See you, Bere. - Okay. Take care.

What's the matter?

I couldn't find the little blouse.

It's like it never existed.

Trick or treat! Trick or treat!

Trick or treat! Trick or treat!

Trick or treat! Trick or treat!

Trick or treat! Trick or treat!

Trick or treat! Trick or treat!

Trick or treat! Trick or treat!

Ooh, so scary!

- I'll go get some candy, okay? - Ooh!

Happy Halloween!

- Happy Halloween! - What's up?

Get closer. Get closer, get closer.

- Isn't that... - What's wrong, hon?

Nothing...

Montse, isn't that the blouse we donated for the service personnel charity sale?

- It is, right? - The one my daughter's wearing?

Oh, hon, I'm sorry, I... I don't know what happened.

Sofía Scaglia, did you steal that blouse?

- It's just that I like it, it's shiny. - Baby girl. Come on, it's no problem.

You look beautiful. It's my gift to you.

- Really? But... - Of course! She's my favorite niece!

- You don't have to! - It's my gift to you.

- Thanks! - Come here. Whatever you want.

- Plus, you look amazing. - Thank you so much.

- Make a line to get some candy! - Let's get you your candy!

Can you bring me the good candy, Montse? The gifts and the stuff I bought, please?

Some candy for you too! Candy for the mummy!

So...

- Have you been to a lot of houses? - Yes.

- And which was the worst? - Aunt Lala's! Lala's.

What's wrong, Montse? What happened?

Nothing.

Tell me.

I just had my heart set on that little blouse.

I wanted to give it to my daughter for her quinceañera.

Aw! You should've told me, I have a bunch.

Go to my room and pick something for her.

Thanks, but I guess my daughter likes your mom's style a bit more.

Well, to each their own.

Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!

- Yeah, right. - Do it! Do it!

Kiss!

- Great. - That was sick! Yeah.

All right, man, now you.

- No! What? - Your turn.

Keep your promise, dude! Kiss Juandi.

- What? What did he say? - Here.

Just wait.

- Kiss him! - Nah, fuck off, dude.

- Kiss me, dude. - Kiss him!

- Do it! - Come on!

- Yeah, right. - He's gonna kiss you! He'll do it!

- Oh! - Hey, damn!

Yeah, that's right!

Come on, why the tongue, man?

Nice!

- That's it! - I want that too!

One more kiss! One more!

- No way! I'm a box full of surprises, bro. - You gotta be kidding me.

You love coming here! You love me, you fucking pothead.

- Don't exaggerate, dude. - Come on, just answer, bro.

- All right. - Okay.

To be honest, I like it dirty, you know?

You don't say! Everyone knows about it!

- Tell us something we don't know. - The way he said it!

- As if we didn't know. - So, anyway.

- When I'm having sex with Lalalis... - Yeah?

I get out my phone out, and...

Then I watch the videos and jerk off to them.

- I don't even know how to respond. - Come on!

- Do you play it in the living room TV? - Airplane, music at full volume.

Do you watch them with your ten kids?

- Of course not, get out of here! - No judging, we're all sick here.

You're all sick!

No one wants to know your intimate details.

- No one, dude, I mean... - It's the doc's turn.

Come on, Ernesto.

Doc.

Your turn, Netiux.

You've heard too much, doc. Now it's your turn.

I'd rather you call me "Ernesto."

Ooh...

Well! Shit's getting real.

You messed up.

- Ooh... - He called him "Netiux"?

Netiux. What an ass.

- All right, doc. - Mmm-hmm.

How does your wife like to fuck?

I like it like a marathon.

Day and night, and don't stop soon!

What are you talking about?

Trying to lighten the mood. It got very tense here.

- Come on, Ernesto. - Go on, doc.

Well, we could change the question, right?

- No! - Come on, don't be like that!

I mean, that's how the game goes. Like...

If you lose, you have to answer, and that's it. It's easy.

This guy confessed about the cucumber, doc, right?

- You heard that one, didn't you? - Cucumbers!

The cucumbers, dude!

Look, I was about to let it slide, doc. I thought, "Well, I'll let it pass."

But you don't have a watch.

Did you forget it at home, or you... you don't wear watches?

My cellphone already has a watch. I don't need to wear one on my wrist.

- Are you serious? You don't... - Let it go, Tano.

No, I'm surprised, because...

a guy like you...

should wear a watch, you know?

And I'll tell you why, because I believe I own my own time...

Listen, Tano. I'll say something with all due respect.

I don't need a watch to be able to know

when I'm wasting my time.

Ernesto...

It's a game, dude, come on.

Look, if you don't have a problem

exposing your spouses like this, I don't have a problem either.

But I am under no obligation

to participate at this game.

- Okay. - Just answer the question, man.

We were having a laugh, here, doc.

I thought...

Gentlemen, thank you.

Tano, thank you so much for inviting me, you have a very lovely house.

Thanks.

And let me tell you guys something.

The only thing I feel I really own...

is my own right

to choose what I play and with whom.

Mmm.

- Have fun, Ronie. - Hey, I'm sorry, Doc.

Have you seen the Ramos's garden?

No, I can't believe it.

It's like they forgot they even have a garden.

I've told Dorita, like, 50 times and I'm gonna have to fine her.

- Do it, girl. - What is this?

Ugh, I can't believe it.

Phew!

Bere!

Coming!

- Ah! - Coming!

- Thanks. - Thanks, Montse.

Mmm.

- By the way... - Yeah?

Did you get to talk to Ernesto?

About what?

- I'll be honest, okay? - What happened?

- I don't know exactly what happened. - Mmm-hmm.

But Lala told me...

Because Tano doesn't like talking much, right?

What is it?

Well, Lala told me Martín told her that Ernesto had been

super rude to our husbands.

He didn't tell you anything?

No.

No, I mean, he told me he had a good time.

- Hmm. That's odd. - Nothing more.

Because, I mean, Lala said he was there for just, like, 40 minutes, you know?

I get it, those guys bore him to death, but...

I just feel bad, I wish we all got along.

You have to try again.

They're all a bunch of eternal teenagers.

You can't even fucking pretend, though?

Look, they can't stand me either, okay?

I barely even left and already they started scoffing.

I'm sure right now they're saying,

"I'm a big snob, a nerd, a sissy," or something like that.

I still don't understand. Why is this is so important to you?

- Seriously? - Mmm-hmm.

You do know that my father died when I was little, right?

- I've told you that. - Right.

And you remember how on the same day we buried him,

my uncles came and took everything from my mom.

All they left for us was the house.

Because farms and companies are for grown men.

Yes, my love. You told me that too.

I probably didn't tell you that

I was 12 years old.

And on that day,

I promised I would never allow anyone to take away what truly mattered to me.

And you are not the exception.

So I won't let you keep me from being a part of this community.

Oh, please.

Mariana...

We are both a part of this community already.

I don't have to simply become a...

buffoon who humors Tano for us to have that.

Why is it so hard for you to do that for me?

Hurry! The band's gonna start playing at 9:00!

You want to leave?

I can't ride a bike.

We have to call someone.

Call Luis.

I, like, really, really, really feel better, dude.

I mean, we gotta... we gotta stay a little bit longer.

- We gotta stay a bit longer. - Luis can wait for us. Right?

- No, no, no. Let's go. - You're right, Luis. Luis?

People are just getting here.

- Who cares? They're just late. - What do you mean?

- It's super early, bro. - Let me help you.

- We're gonna get some rest. - We have to enjoy this shit.

Okay, don't get mad. Relax.

Bro?

Take care.

Thanks.

Anarchist with a chauffeur.

Mariana always thought her daughter really wanted to be like her

and it was just hard for her to admit it.

But what Mariana didn't realize was that Romina is Ramona.

God damn it, what the fuck did you do, what is this?

- What the fuck, Mariana? - It's "Mom."

I'm going to the hair salon later.

You know, in case you want to come with me.

No fucking way!

Oh, no!

Don't ask me why I'm about to tell you this, but...

Never do anything you don't wanna do.

Sometimes you're, like, super weird.

I don't understand you at all.

Well, you know...

What I said.

I still don't get it.

Don't let anyone boss you around.

Especially not Matías Scaglia.

- He doesn't boss me around. - Good.

I think you were right.

Maybe our parents didn't really love us when we were born.

That's why you should make an effort to love mom.

Mariana!

She actually loves us.

Why the hell don't you ever talk about my mom, huh?

- Well, maybe because I'm your mom? - Gimme a break, Mariana.

Just because you don't say it doesn't mean it's not true.

I'm talking about my mom, the real one.

Get mad all you want.

Throw tantrums all you want.

But right now, you are looking

at your real mom.

"I found, then I chose..."

And then, "You raised..." Yeah, yeah, yeah. You've told me that story, Mariana.

She just left me?

Just like that?

She was my age when she had me.

I guess she cursed me and gave me away.

Why, Mariana?

Come here, sit down.

Do you remember when you asked

if I ever imagined a different life if I hadn't married Ernesto?

I didn't.

I've always wanted to be a mom.

And if things didn't go according to plan,

I'd try again and again...

until my body couldn't take it anymore.

So I had to stop trying.

And that's when we went looking for you.

Do you want some eggs and ham?

That's your favorite, right?

Where's Montse?

It's Christmas.

I know you ask Ernesto for cash.

You were saving up to get out of here.

It's okay.

At your age, I remember how desperate I was to get out too.

- Seriously? - Mmm-hmm.

How do they look?

I love them.

They're yours now.

Really?

Thanks, Mar...

Mom.

What?

What did you say? I couldn't hear you.

What did you say?

Mom.

{n8}THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26

Montse?

Ernesto?

Yes?

- What are you doing here? - Why?

You're supposed to be at Tano's!

I knew it.

- I knew you were going to do it again! - Listen, Mariana...

- I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! - Mariana, please, sweetheart.

I'll make it up to you some other way.

How do you plan to do that? Tell me! You'll get me fleshier lips?

- Bigger tits? Bigger ass? - Hey...

Why don't you get yourself some balls?

Listen, Mariana.

I have never disrespected you, okay?

- Be mindful of what you say! - It's fine.

It's perfect. You can't do this for me, I can't do anything for you.

If you don't sacrifice, I don't sacrifice! It's fine!

Hey...

Mariana, listen...

Go talk to your butterflies.

Mariana, please don't go.

- No, don't go! - Stay just a little more.

Yeah, right. Yeah, yeah, you're so nice, I'm leaving.

Yeah, you're nice as well. Take care, then.

Thanks for driving me home.

- Get some rest. - You too, bye.

Ugh, so many damn changes.

Tano's issue...

Teresa.

Mmm?

Can you tell me why you seemed so worried when we went to pick up Mavi?

You were so pale! Right, Nacho?

You were, like, transparent. See? Even Nacho agrees.

- What are you talking about? - Oh, stop with the act. I know you, honey.

- Nacho, can we have a moment alone? - I knew it.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, Nachi!

That day, that Thursday...

Our lives, our secrets...

It was all about to change.

Shh, shh, shh...

Sorry, will you forgive me?

- Hmm? - I am sorry, my love.

Forgive me.

Well, should I?

I don't know if I want to.

- Mmm. - Will you convince me?

- Of course. - Hmm?

Forgive me.

It's my phone, wait a minute.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute.

Honey, what happened?

What?

What is it?

Ernesto must have been the first one to know,

since he was the first to arrive.

What did he know before any of us?

That it was an accident.

A terrible accident.

That's what we were all going to tell ourselves.

Because it was in our best interest to do so.

Accidents happen all the time.

BASED ON CLAUDIA PIÑEIRO'S BOOK