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Coming!

Coming!

Hello!

Hello.

What's the matter?

-How'd the interview go? -Bad.

Goddamn, designers are doomed to live with their parents forever.

You just have to demand the universe for the job.

It's all about your mentality.

Sure. That's easy for you to say,

from the comfort of your parent's house.

Shut up. So what? We are what we think. Look at Fabian.

Obvious.

My man, I think she just used you as an example of what not to be in life.

What?

For real? Why?

-Because you're very negative. -Yes.

That's why you can't finish your novel.

And get your hooves off my mom’s coffee table.

Ok, fine. Let's just decree with my tequila...

-Who wants some? -Oh, not me.

-You know how I get with tequila. -True. Not you.

-You? -No.

Well, OK. Luis never made it, right?

He did. Luis is helping me in the kitchen.

-He is? -But guess what?

He didn't come with Voldemort.

He didn't come with Gaby?

-They broke up? -We don't know.

I hope they did. That fucking woman.

Remember what she said about animal print?

Right.

I mean, how could I not be into cheetah pants?

Baby, don't listen to her. You rock the cheetah print.

Guys...

What would you say if I asked Luis to get back together?

-Shut up. -No.

-What do you mean no? -Gaby?

-What? Who cares about her? -Right. Who cares?

That doesn't matter. Ask him. Go ahead and ask him.

It'd be so beautiful if it all stayed in one big incestuous family.

Yes! Please, please, please! Get back together!

-No, sit back down. No. -She's claiming her man back.

Take a seat! Take a seat!

Hi!

-What's up? Thanks. -Sure.

You think our life would be in danger if we eat that?

-What is that? -Who knows?

According to her, it's Mediterranean cuisine.

Right.

Well, if we die, we'd die together, right?

That's true.

So, how are you, my San?

-My barbecue ribs! -Hey, stop it!

I haven't seen you in two months. I thought you weren't coming.

Right. I'm sorry. It's just that,

between work and the thousands of Gaby's meetings, it's been...

It's been tough.

Right.

But guess what?

I have something to tell you.

You broke up with Gaby.

What? You really are something.

Right? Did you two break up though?

-No. -No? I just thought that...

You're something.

Of course! It's true.

I was holding tight in the back, with a bottle.

-No, no. You really went too far. -So, how long ago was that, anyway?

Thirteen years?

Good stories are eternal. Look at Jurassic Park.

Or the story that Luis and Sandra were together.

No? OK.

This looks delicious. Who might have made it?

Well, bon appétit.

-Go on. -Right. Here we go.

You all loved it, right?

I knew it. I told the teacher the first module would be enough for me.

Well, I have something to tell you, guys.

You know I love you guys a lot, right?

And we promised to be together forever, and we've been true to that, right?

And I know I'm almost never here,

and that getting together to talk is getting increasingly difficult.

But trust me, there's a very good reason.

Wow. Really?

I'm going to ask Gaby to marry me.

Are you getting married for the money?

Blink twice if you're being forced.

No, no. No, of course not. I love her.

That's great. That's...

Yes.

That's her.

Do I look good?

-Sure. -You look great.

I'll get the door.

They look so good

They are so cute She shines from head to toe

You look French Who do you think you are

I just hate their honey-dripping stories Better not listen to them

I know you adore her And you think she's great

But don't expect me to think the same

I just can't stand her

If she comes to talk to me I swear I will choke her to death

I hate your girlfriend

I hate her because she's with you

I hate your girlfriend

I hate her Because she's with you

I hate the way she walks How she moves

How she dances How she looks at you

How she cares about you How she loves you

The way she breathes I hate your girlfriend

I hate her Because she's with you

I hate your girlfriend

I hate her Because she's with you

Hey, what's up, boss?

-Alcohol! -Shots!

Let's see. Thanks so much.

I'm taking two, OK? One for my friend.

Thank you! This is delicious.

Yeah, I'm here with her.

-This is strong. -Her health is a roller coaster.

Thanks for asking though.

Yes... Oh, no. Mommy? Mom? Get me a doctor! Get a doctor, please!

Can someone get a doctor? Can someone get...

How many times are you going to kill your poor mother over some work stuff?

-Jealous because you're not an orphan. -Oh, no, my hat!

That's what you get for coming as Yucatan's first lady.

-What? -Oh, no. Don't listen to him, baby.

You're the third-world's Anne Hathaway. Come with me.

I am, right?

And you're the Mexican Chris Evans.

I love that!

Hurry up!

-Drink this. I don't like it. -Sure.

Hey, Roberto. A bird told me you were coming with a plus-one.

Stupid bird and her big mouth.

Oh, come on. Gossip is like money, you always talk about it.

Yes. Yes, yes. Luis gave me a plus-one.

But I'm not using it yet, because I don't know if we're there yet.

-I don't know if that makes sense. -Ask him where he met him.

-Where did you meet him? -Where?

-At Bumble. -That's so modern!

-You didn't see that coming, did you? -How about that?

If life doesn't provide, you have to look somewhere else,

and then you'll get your hands full. So...

What do you think?

Damn, he looks good!

Look at this.

-He's really hot, man. -Isn't he, though?

Man!

-Do you have any pictures of... -Dick pics? Yes.

Show me.

-No. -Why?

-I'm not showing you. -Why?

What do you care? You're not into dicks.

All right. At this point in my life, I'm not closed to anything, bro.

That's great. So, I'm the only one left alone, right?

We're too fucked up to end up with someone.

Well, you saw Luis.

Guys, talking about Luis. We're happy for him, right?

I mean, we're happy about the whole thing.

The wedding and everything?

-Sure. -Oh, come on. Of course.

-We're super happy. -Why wouldn't we be happy?

-Right? -Yeah!

-Absolutely, yes. -Yes.

You're always saying you're poor, so...

You have to say, "I'm a being of unlimited capabilities".

The universe is listening.

Good morning.

How can I help you?

We're here for the wedding of...

Luis and Gabriela. I am Norma Henríquez.

Welcome. Excuse me.

Four adjoining bedrooms, please.

We can share one, can't we?

Shut up. You never know what might happen.

All right.

Don't worry. Mister Luis Sánchez already paid for the rooms.

No way, really?

Just one thing.

That's not a ride.

Come on, man! That's why I never take you out!

What?

I'm sorry. They don't go out much.

Excuse me. I'm going to say hello and I'll be back.

Sure. Go ahead.

Girl, how are you? What's up, my San?

How are you?

-Fine. You? -Good.

You look really good. I also like your new look.

-Isn't it great? -Yes.

My in-law has good eye, right? He got it for me for Christmas.

Sandrita!

-This is great! -Yes.

Hey, you got the invitation for my bachelor party, but you didn't come.

No, I did get it, but I work weekends, so...

It's all right. You would've had a blast.

Vegas is the best.

-Really? -Yes.

-Great. This is great. -It is.

So, what do you think about your friend getting married?

Yes, how about that? Who would have thought, right?

Yes. What about you?

Did you bring a stud, boyfriend, partner, anything?

-No. -No?

No. Because he couldn't make it.

Because he doesn't exist.

Shut up.

Honey. No. Don't be like that. It's OK.

-You still have time, and you're young. -Yes, yes.

Well, barely.

Not cool.

Yes, well. This pain in my knee would beg to differ.

I love you already.

I'm marrying you to be close to her forever.

-All right. -I mean...

While we're still in Mexico, anyway.

-What's that? -What? Surprise!

He didn't tell you? We're moving to Canada.

Surprise!

To Canada? But for your honeymoon or...

No Sandra! To live?

To Canada?

Besides, it's super beautiful over there.

They speak the langage de l'amour.

-The what? -French.

Yes.

-And it's also great for the children. -Yes.

What children?

It's just... We'll eventually have our kids, right, love?

Yes, yes. We don't want to be late for that.

Right. You just said we're still young, right?

There's plenty of time.

Of course, but Luis wants to have it all planned and structured,

because this is the beginning of the...

Forever.

Canada.

Children and forever. Yeah!

Yeah!

Guys, I know this is all very nice, but, honey, you and I have things to do.

Shall we go?

Yes. Let's go.

-I'll see you later. -Ok. Bye.

Honey, let's go...

Like, let's be realistic. How long you think these two will be married?

Oh, don't be a dick. Six months.

Six months what?

The bride!

Congrats!

Watch out!

-Honey, are you alright? -Thank you. Yes.

You're the best, man.

Let's hop in.

Hey, whose side are you on?

Why do you look like you just got off the last wagon on the train?

We'll leave you here, you know.

Did you have something to drink?

-It's so hot. I'm sweating like a pig. -I can see that.

Oh, hi!

-Making it clear, it's mating season. -Stop.

-Here's what you asked for, Miss. -Thanks so much.

Well, let's go.

-Go! -Let's go.

-You OK, San? -Yes. Why?

-Nothing. I heard you say something. -No.

-Everything OK? -Yes.

Thank you.

Hey, my friends are putting together some drinks at one of the bars.

Your friends? We are your friends.

The new ones, bro. You in?

No. Gotta work. I pass.

Well, we'll be in room 201, just in case.

How sweet.

-Bye! -Bye!

That was in bad taste, right?

Rubbing his new friends in our face?

He'll never find friends like us.

Of course not. The new ones are made of chocolate.

Really?

God bless the open bar. Tequi...

No, no tequila for you. Tequila? Tequila?

Tell them what you told me.

Since when you guys tell each other secrets without us?

Luis and Gaby are considering moving to Canada.

Canada? That's so cold, right? Why?

Because the children and this and that.

Wow, wow. Whose children?

Hers, man.

What? Don't tell me Gaby has children.

That bitch. Scary. With that stomach?

All right, pay attention, Roberto. Imaginary children.

As in the unborn fetuses that they have already planned for.

That fucking life in Canada that doesn't include us.

God, you idiot. You scared me.

Guys, but I seem to recall Luis didn't want children.

No, right?

This wedding will take him away from us forever.

No, no! Not tequila!

Guys, I don't want to lose Luis.

Come on, we already lost him.

When someone gets married, they forget about their friends right away.

Quick. Like that.

Well, I thought it wouldn't happen to Luis.

Oh, please. I'm sure he's right now partying with his new friends,

probably married and...

What's that for?

-All this is your fault, man! -Why?

Because you introduced him to Gaby, you asshole!

All right, we went out as friends.

I never thought they'd get together.

Well, guess what? They're getting married. Fool.

-Useless. -Stupid.

See? And my poor old Sandra is now left wanting so much more.

You know what? Fuck it. I'm out.

My tequilas and me are going to the pool.

-Get out of here. -Go.

See? That's what you get. You fucking traitor.

This for the time you bailed on me at a concert to go on some booty call.

What? Hey, you never deny love to an actor!

Fuck you!

Asshole!

So, another shot or what?

You've kissed before and you don't like each other.

Don't listen to her.

-Love is love. -Yeah, and there's only one life.

I hate it!

-That was disgusting! -You bitch!

You're such a pig, you idiot!

Wait, you have something in your beard.

All right, let's try another one.

No!

Cheers, cheers, cheers, cheers.

-Sandra. -Wait.

We lost Sandra.

-Sandra! -Sandra.

-Sandra. -We lost Sandra.

We'll be in room 201, just in case.

I'm not getting turned on thinking about Luis and Gaby. No!

What's up, San? I thought you were sleeping.

-Luis? -Yes.

-Tequila, right? -Yes.

Shouldn't you be in there fucking?

Yeah, right? I should.

-Hey, no way. -What?

-Give me that. -What are you doing?

-Give me the key. -What?

-Open it. Open the door right now. -You're going to wake Gaby?

Oh, don't worry. She's wide awake.

-Go to your room. -What are you doing?

San, San...

Wait! Hey! What are you doing? What are you doing?

San! San!

What is it?

-You're going to wake her! -I am looking.

-What are you looking at? -Your room is very beautiful.

Go to your room. You're going to wake her.

Go to your room. You know you shouldn't drink tequila.

-Fine, I'm going! -Give me my fucking key!

Come on, go to sleep now!

One more thing. Come on.

Check the bathroom.

Wait, wait...

What do you want?

Happy? Everything ok? Go. Go to sleep. Bye.

-I'm going to need that bottle back. -No.

What? This is all-inclusive.

What are you... No.

How did he know?

Oh, my God. You devil.

No, no, no. I can't believe this.

-My friend paid for everything. -My tequila.

Shut up, you idiot! I'm going to give you one star.

Why won't you check your messages?

What?

-Let's go! -Where?

-Right now, please! -OK. Fine, fine.

What's up with her now?

-Bring the stupid bottle! -Oh, shut up already!

Hurry!

Fabian?

-Fabian! -Oh, stop. You fucking psycho.

Fabian?

-Fabian! -What is it? What? What's up?

-What? -OK. Sit down.

Sit down now!

Hold this. Shit's about to get real.

-Gaby is cheating on Luis. -What?

-What are you talking about? -I swear to God. I heard it.

I passed by 201, OK? And I heard everything.

I thought she was with Luis, because she was getting...

Anyway, I moved on quick because I'm not sick like that.

But just then Luis was coming. Luis was coming.

I mean, he was not with her.

She's a liar, man. We have to tell Luis.

-Fuck yeah! -Fuck what?

We're all drunk. Sandra, you had tequila.

That's the tequila talking. Sandra, you're drunk.

I'm fine with tequila.

You're drunk.

Fine, I'm drunk.

But I'm not lying, and that's what matters, OK? Don't you get it?

I have a way to send Gaby to fucking hell and get our friend back!

Mom, this lady is dead!

Your mother's a lady!

Good morning!

No!

-You left us here? -But I got you breakfast.

Molletes!

Why did you let me drink tequila?

Don't be an idiot.

At school you wouldn't let go of the bottle.

And Luis?

How are we going to tell Luis?

How are we going to tell Luis what?

What do you mean what?

That her girlfriend is cheating on him. We have to tell him.

No. Sandra. Don't...

I will talk to her.

Wait. Sandra.

-Sandra! -Go, I can't move!

-We're right behind you! -We'll be right there!

Sandra!

Sandra.

-What? What? What? -Wait!

-What did you see? -I didn't see anything. I heard.

-You just heard? -Yes.

-Gaby fucking? -Real hard, man.

Maybe she was jerking off, man. Women jerk off too, you know.

No way. Women jerk off? Asshole, I knew that.

Man, Gaby is cheating on Luis. I'm sure of what I heard.

Well, if you're sure we have to tell him.

Exactly.

-It's just that he won't believe us. -Why wouldn't he believe us?

Remember what happened four years ago?

No!

Too hungover for a flashback.

-Remember Vero, Luis's ex? -Yes. Why does that matter?

May I remind you that we both said we'd seen her with another guy

so he would break up with her?

I think Luis learned the truth when he was already with you.

I think that's one of the reasons you guys broke up, right?

OK, fine. Yes. But this time I'm not lying.

Fine. I just don't want to fuck up.

Fine.

I don't think Luis will forgive us

if what you heard was the curse of the tequila.

I don't know about you, but I don't want to lose him.

Luis! Luis! Luis! Luis!

Luis! Luis! Luis!

Luis! Luis!

What's up, San?

What's up?

You're like those guys that go running in the beach in the movies.

Actually, I got it from that.

What's up with you? Why are you wearing the same clothes?

What happened?

I have to tell you something, Luis. But...

-What? -I don't know how to say it.

What do you mean? Just come out and say it.

I mean, we don't hide anything from each other, right?

All you need is a "back from the dead" cocktail.

All right, now. What did you want to say?

What's up?

Are you happy?

Yes? Why?

But are you happy, like, romantic comedy happy,

or are you happy, like, Christmas movie,

where the main characters love each other

only because they're getting paid?

Man, what's with you?

I love you so much, really.

I love you very much too.

San...

You're my best friend.

Your "back from the dead".

-Thanks. -Welcome.

This'll stop it on its tracks.

In a minute.

Listen, I know I've changed a lot.

But things cannot be like in school anymore.

Truth is, I'm very happy with the life I have and what's happening.

Really?

But you could smile at least.

I'm getting married, man.

Your best friend is getting married.

The good thing is you're not like those toxic exes,

that want to stop the wedding and fuck it all up.

-No, right? -Of course not. No.

-I'd start running, man. -Yeah. And I'm after you.

Hey...

I love you.

Me too.

He's lost in her.

Any girl holds his hand and he's in love.

Sounds familiar.

If you're talking about the time I told my ex I loved him,

I feel really sorry for you, but I'm a romantic.

Baby, your ex?

You said "I love you" to some random guy at a gas station.

He was wearing an "Adopt, don't buy" t-shirt. And shut up.

You're going out with some Alberto no one's ever seen.

First of all, his name's Arturo. And last of all, we're dating, so...

Something tells me that guy doesn't even exist.

Has anyone ever seen him? I haven't.

Oh, shut up, you idiot.

What if we just tell Luis?

We can't just tell Luis. We have no evidence.

Without evidence, he'll think we're doing the same thing we did with Vale.

-Vero. -Vero.

Or Lorena.

Guys, what if Gaby's fucking a girl?

Come on, Roberto. Not everyone's gay.

She doesn't strike me as gay.

We're deviating from the point.

She's right.

Maybe Luis and Gaby have an open relationship, and maybe the whole

-thing is consensual. -Please.

You need to stop hanging out with those centennials at your office. Come on.

No, no, no. But you may have a point.

What? Really? Luis in an open relationship?

He doesn't even like people drinking from his cup.

-So what? -We have to find out with who, OK?

I have a plan.

-You guys ready? -Ready for what?

What do you mean?

-You didn't tell them? -I was getting to that.

Well, the girls are going to the beach with Gaby.

We're going to play golf with my father-in-law.

Yes. I'm up for some sun. I'm a bit transparent.

-Yes, actually. Yes. -Shut up.

Right. You and you with me. You guys, Gaby's waiting for you.

-Now? -Yes, now. Let's go.

-No, no, no. -Hello.

I hate it when they do this, separating men and women.

It's like too sexist.

It reminds me of primary school, when they separated us, boys and girls.

You guys skipping the rope

-and us playing football. -Let's go! Move it!

I don't want to play golf!

This is the plan?

See everything you can. Gather info.

There are not many of us, and that's not great.

But we'll figure this out.

-Let me get this. Cool. Let's go. -Guys!

I also tried parachuting,

but the extreme sports deal is like not my thing, and I hate sweating.

And that was not my thing anyway.

And after the Mediterranean, I got bored with cooking,

and I decided to take French lessons instead,

but it was like everything sounded the same, you know?

Je m'appelle fromage...

-No, not everything sounds the same. -No.

So I decided to take up History.

I believe wise people should know what happened yesterday. Right?

-Talking about yesterday. -I need...

-How was it? -Really good.

I mean, everything has been beautiful,

thanks to that pair over there and to my in-law over here.

I'm so happy you're part of the family.

Oh, that's precious. Beautiful. So, what did you do?

Nothing. Luis and I were practicing our vows.

You know he gets really intense with those things.

Hey, are you guys up for some volley?

-Yes, yes! -Yes! I am.

-Volley? -We're in.

-I'm on that side. -No, no, no, no. Forget that.

You're playing with us, honey.

-We can play three against three. -Of course!

One of you, guys, has to go with the other team.

-Your in-law can go. -No, no, no, no.

I can't play against my in-law with those two, so you go.

You get in the back to defend. Go over there...

Sorry. You were not ready?

Oh, sure. Yes, yes, yes. We're ready.

Let's go.

Yeah!

Got it!

Karla!

That was great!

Wipe that smirk off your face.

My turn.

Got it! Got it!

Got it!

It's mine!

It's mine!

Pass it!

-It's yours! -It's yours!

In-law!

In-law!

Almost, in-law. I mean, Laura.

Mine!

I've got it! Mine! I'm gonna kill it!

Yes! Eat my dust!

I mean, yeah!

Point!

It's got a driver!

Nice shot.

I've many hours invested in this.

The experience shows, sir.

-I'm so uncomfortable. -Just hit it, that's all.

No. I'm scared of all things with balls. I don't like it.

That's not what you say when you have them in your face.

-Ball! -Ball!

So loud!

Sorry!

Maybe you should take some lessons.

I'll take you with the office guys. We get together every Sunday.

-Thanks so much, sir. -Sure.

I'd Like that.

Are you OK? I really don't know what happened out there.

No, I'm fine. I didn't warm up, so...

That's all. I'm fine. Right.

So, you never told me. What did you guys do last night?

Nothing really. I mean, I hung out with the girls for a while,

with Karlita and Sofi.

-When? -Yesterday.

Right, right.

Right. It's just that if I was going to get married,

I'd do things I couldn't do with my boyfriend.

Future husband, you mean.

Norma, what would you do before getting married?

Fuck some unknown guy.

Wow. No. No, I couldn't be with some unknown guy.

Well, unless it's an Australian chief steward, six feet six.

My in-law?

What? I was young too.

I just don't know. I mean, aren't you scared of getting married?

Have you ever considered not doing it?

Yes?

Why don't we just enjoy the massage?

What now?

Right. Here, look.

You have to put the ball here.

And now you just hit it with the drive.

What's the drive?

That stick in your hand.

-And now you just aim for the center.

OK? Go, Roberto.

Wow! OK.

Just a sec.

Come on. Come on.

All right.

Holy cow!

Nice shot.

What? I... Did I score?

No. It was good, but...

Fucking great, Roberto!

You're a natural, son.

Well, I've invested a few hours myself. With balls and all.

It's a long story.

Come on, Fabs.

It's OK, bro. Just stomp it a little bit.

Stomp it.

There you go.

Oh, God.

Fuck it, bro. You tried.

-That was terrible, man. -I know.

The point was to disconnect, Gaby.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Actually, I'll be right back.

Weren't we going to those mud pools?

Yes, yes. You guys go ahead, and I'll catch up with you in a second.

Be right back.

We didn't even bring...

-Hi. -Hi. How are you?

I think what we did we have to repeat several times, right?

Yes, of course, ma'am. Whatever you say.

You don't have to call me ma'am. We're close now, right?

-Sure. -Where are we meeting today?

He's my guy!

-How about six p.m. at the theater? -Yes, that's perfect.

Listen, just, please, no one can know about this, OK?

-I don't want anyone to see us. -Of course. I understand.

-Ok. Thank you. -You welcome.

-She touched him. -She touched him indeed.

Come on.

You know what?

I think I'm going to change my social networks description to golfer,

romantic and caring.

You ass. You got lucky.

Really, you're such a sore loser.

Some of us are born with a natural talent.

You're really ugly.

-That was a nice game, right? -Well, yes. It was...

Nothing like a little sauna after a nice golfing day.

Yes.

Luisito...

Man, how come you never told me your in-law has such a big talent?

Hey, that's true. You never told me your friend was so talented.

Come on, come on.

You know what? I was going to tell you after the wedding, but no.

I think this is the best time to do it.

It turns out that son of a bitch of the head of operations in Canada

just gave us a nasty surprise.

That's why you cannot trust those fucking French.

And my daughter told me you're planning to move to Canada,

so I thought you are the best option to take his place.

-Are you serious, sir? -Sure. You want it? It's yours.

Of course I want it. Thank you so much, sir.

You have a lot of talent.

-What's this? Where are we going? -You'll see.

Come on.

No. You got me naked guys again?

I don't think so.

Although it'd be great, especially with that Giovanni.

You're still talking to Giovanni, right?

Yes. You're right. He's about to get his Nursing degree.

OK. Hey, here.

Listen very carefully. Everything we do, we do it because I love...

we love you. OK?

-Get in there. -In here?

You do know, you're weird, right?

-We know. -Sure. We're cool with it.

We know.

The whole mystery thing's pretty cool, but I love gossip, so maybe...

-Sure. -Yeah.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-Yes, yes, yes. -Girl!

Hello?

-Come, come, come. -More, more.

-I'm coming, I'm coming. -Yes.

Keep your leg and my shoulder like that. There it is.

-Just breathe. Breathe. -That's it.

Hey, guys. What are you up to?

What are you doing here?

You cannot be here. You shouldn't see this.

Delicious. A foursome.

Why did you bring him?

-You guys just spoiled the surprise. -What surprise?

A surprise? For me?

Well, it's nothing.

Sofi just wanted to do a surprise dance for the wedding.

But it doesn't matter. It's silly.

What's your role in all this?

I got them the place, put together the choreography

and gave them my best steps for the dance.

-It's nothing, really. -I love it. I love it.

All right. He saw it, girls. The dance if off.

-What? I haven't seen anything. -It's over.

I didn't see anything.

It's OK, babe. We're not ready yet, anyway.

-Listen to me. Listen to me. -I'm going to call it off.

-You were rehearsing, right? -Yes.

-You were rehearsing? -Yes.

Fine. Can I see a little bit? Just a bit.

Can you play the music?

Sure. Of course. Yes.

Come on, girls. Let's show them.

Just one time, OK? No more.

-Like we rehearsed. -I'm so ready.

Let's show them.

Five, six, seven, eight.

That's enough! That's enough!

Bravo!

That was amazing!

-I didn't know they could dance. -It worked out.

That was great.

-And this is for the wedding? -Yes.

OK.

-Do you guys dance? -No.

-Not as well as you guys. -No, no. We're normal. Yes.

No. The ending was like...

Hey, thanks so much. I really loved the surprise.

It was my pleasure. Anytime.

Girls, thank you so much.

Excuse me.

You're the worst, guys. You wanted to ruin my surprise.

-No, honey. They didn't know. -Come on, they didn't know.

-Fine. Shall we eat something? -Yes.

-We're all hungry, right? Obviously. -Yes.

-I didn't know. I had no... -I know you guys don't like me.

-No, we like you. -It's not a question.

I know you and your friends don't like me,

and the truth is you're not good at hiding it.

The point is it doesn't matter if you like me or not,

because tomorrow Luis will be my family.

And truth is, at the beginning I had to be cool with you,

win you guys over, but I am virtually Luis's wife now.

And then the wife can separate the husband from his friends.

I don't know, one day I could talk to Luis and say,

"Baby, your friends are so mean to me, and I don't feel comfortable."

He would have to do the impossible for his family.

-You're a real bit... -Honey?

We're coming.

Come on. Let's go. You will not ruin my wedding.

Honey, wait up! Wait for me! I was just thanking her.

Well, we're really thankful for having you here.

You're the wedding's VIP.

Gaby and I are really happy to have you as part of our joy.

We're pretty much starting a new life.

Truth is, without you none of this would be possible.

-Honey, do you want to say something? -Yes, yes! Let's hear it from the bride!

-The bride! The bride! The bride! -The bride! The bride! The bride!

Oh, guys, please.

You know I get really nervous speaking in public.

I just wanted to thank you all for being here, and...

enjoy the wedding!

-Cheers! -Cheers!

No, no, no, no, no...

Come, come, come, come.

Sorry to interrupt. Hi. I'm... I'm Sandra Guerrero,

I'm Luis's best friend.

And if you allow me, I'd like to say a few words.

Sure, sure. Of course.

I've been Luis's best friend for about 25 years?

Almost a whole life together.

-We've been through so many things. -Yes.

Yes, well. It's true.

I've been through the thousands of stages of Luis.

Kind of sounds like a novel. The thousand stages of Luis.

That's funny.

Anyway, I've been through the emo-Luis stage.

I've been through the mustache-Luis.

I've been through the rock-in-your-language-Luis.

-That wasn't so great, actually, but... -No.

Such beautiful times.

-Right? -Yes.

But of all of Luis's stages, the one that's surprised me the most...

is Gaby's.

Easy. Easy. Don't. No.

The longest stage of all.

As long as your speech, Sandrita.

Thanks so much for speaking up, and cheers everyone!

-Cheers! -Cheers!

Cheers! Yes!

As I was saying, Luis changes a lot.

Apparently, he's so happy now with Gaby,

that he would do anything to be here, right? Even change himself.

But anyway, none of that matters, as long as he's happy.

-Long live happiness! -Yes, cheers, everyone!

-Yes! -Cheers!

Cheers! And a toast to those friends

that are there through all those changes.

-Well, I'd like to say... -Wait!

One moment, please. I'm almost done.

I just wanted to say cheers

for all those friends that know it all.

And who would do anything for the people they love the most.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Wow.

Congratulations.

Enjoy!

That speech was the best.

Yes, absolutely. Let her know who she's messing with.

-Really? -You guys are sick?

-Whose side are you, man? -Sorry. I didn't know there were sides.

Guys, that's enough.

We have to eat till we burst and drink until we pass out. Look at this.

-No, man! -No?

No, man! I'm not leaving Luis like this.

We're not going to leave him like this. What? We just let him get married.

Let him get married and stay with his new friends, the married ones.

There's nothing we can do. Deal with it.

I won't do it.

Really? You do all this because you want to go back with him.

-That's not true. -Not true? Not true?

You're always like, "we're going to do it for Luis!"

when all you want is to fuck this wedding up,

because you want to get back with Luis!

-Not true! -It is true! It's true!

You know what? I've had it.

I will be happy for our friend.

And you two should do the same.

You're going to ruin us. Trust me.

I'm sure of what I heard. Come on. Gaby's cheating on Luis.

She's a bitch, guys!

Maybe she doesn't even want to get married.

Then why would she marry him?

Because people do stupid things for love!

And you should know about that.

Guys!

I will find out who it was.

You two don't want to help? Fine. I'll do it alone.

Lobby's that way.

-Wow. -Wow.

-Shall we go for a walk and then go? -No, wait. No, no.

Did you order two above-average beautiful people to unmask cheaters?

Let's see what's on the table.

Ready?

Come on!

-There's nothing. -Nothing?

-Hi! -Hi! How are you?

-How are you? -Very well. How are you?

Very well. Thanks for asking. Hey, at what time does the gym open?

-The gym? -Yes.

-We have it available from six a.m. -That's great.

Do you go? Do you use it? Yes, you do.

-And at what time does the buffet open? -From six in the morning.

-Great. And the pool? -From six in the morning too.

-Hello. -Hi. Excuse us.

That's enough.

I'll see you around.

Yes. I'm on my way there now. Ok. I'll see you there.

Oh, no! This is ugly.

-Ugly? -Yes.

Ugly's what you have between your legs.

-Don't be so mean. -You're ugly.

Nothing.

Asshole.

Sandrita.

What is it now? What are you doing here?

Luis signed me up for the makeup.

Sure, of course. Come on in. Sit here, next to me.

Make her pretty.

Prettier.

So, what do you two do?

Sofia's a lawyer and Karlita works in investments.

I was just thinking about investing all my savings.

What can I do with 200 pesos?

Well. There are investments from 50 pesos.

Really?

Yes, well. Sandrita's going through a rough patch.

I heard you're back with your parents, right?

The pandemic.

With whom?

-With whom what? -I know what you did.

I just want to know with whom.

I don't understand how you can live with yourself after what you did.

Sandrita, the pandemic made you paranoid too, right?

So, you're going to marry the love of your life

without telling him the truth?

You're blocking my light.

-Excuse me. Where's the bathroom? -End of the hall to the right.

Thank you.

What?

-What about it? -It's beautiful.

So?

You women and your obsession with wedding gowns.

So? You gays and your obsession with Britney Spears.

Do not cross that line, sis.

-What? -Yes?

Yes what? You're going to destroy it?

No, what's the matter with you? I'm not a monster. I want to try it on.

No, either way no.

-Roberto. -No, no, no.

-Roberto. -Of course not.

It might be the only time you'll see me dressed in white.

I thought you believed marriage is a patriarchal concept.

Yes, but I never said anything about trying on a super expensive dress

she'll wear only once.

No. It's still a no.

This is my only chance to feel like a Kardashian.

That's beautiful. But no.

-Please? -No. Of course not.

-Please, please. -No. Forget it.

Gaby's makeup will take hours.

No. It doesn't matter. Just leave it there.

-No. -For Britney?

Cheap shot. You have two minutes. No more.

I have to learn to say no to Britney, really.

One, two, three, four.

Four, three, two, one.

Why does everybody... Zero, zero, zero, zero.

All right. Messages.

Pig.

Super bitch.

Slut!

The lawyer?

Coming!

Luis is looking for you.

-Luis? -And give back the phone you stole.

This one. You left it here.

-Someone could've taken it. -Give me my phone back.

Hey, you look good in leather.

You saw that?

-Go with Luis. -Yes, I'm going.

Excuse me.

Leather?

I look divine.

-Man, you look awesome in white! -I know!

Yes, I do. I do, I do, good man.

Just don't dance, dear. You are a bit stiff, really.

-You wish you had this style. -No.

I prefer not to be alone the rest of my life.

That's so rude.

Take that off. This is why they get in trouble in the movies.

-I don't want to take it off ever. -You're going to stain it.

-You're going to stain it. -Yes.

-What? -No way, Roberto.

-What? -It's coming down.

-You're joking. -No. Roberto, it's coming.

-You're fucking with me. -No way, no way!

-Are you fucking with me? -No, I'm getting my period!

-What do we do now? -Make it stop! Make it stop!

What can we do? What are you doing? Stop!

-What should I do? -Just shut it off! You fucking bitch!

I don't know how this works! I don't know!

The dress! The dress is going to stain!

You bitch! I told you, you idiot! I told you!

-Is that still your period? -Yes!

-No! -Like a flood!

-We're going to drown in it, Roberto! -No way! Put something on it!

-Put this on it! -What a jerk you are.

-What? What's the matter with you? -You're so ignorant, man!

What?

-How do you think these things happen? -Don't do that! You scared me!

-Get an education, ignorant fuck! -What? I'm all flushed in my face.

-Study some anatomy, -I didn't know!

you ignorant asshole!

Mother-in-law, don't you have my key?

Wait. She's here.

Take that off! Take that off! Take it off!

Take it off! Take it off!

-No way, no way. -Fast.

-No way. Shut up, asshole. -I'm trying. The zipper is stuck.

-What should I do? -No, don't be like that.

-What should I do? -This can't be happening.

-No way. Get your hands off! -No way.

Leave it there.

-This way! -Run!

-We're going to have to jump. -No, no, no.

-Yes. -I don't want to.

It's not that high. Come on.

No.

I can't believe I'm not dead.

Oh, my God. That was a miracle, man.

When I talk about this, I will add three stories.

Guys. What are... What? No.

You know what? I'm not going to ask. Really.

You're sick, you know? Both of you.

Apparently, we've nothing to show. We didn't find anything.

Life. We have our lives and we should be thankful.

All thanks to this piece of fabric that broke the fall.

What's that?

There's no perfect crime, sis. I tell you.

Who the fuck took my dress?

Run, sister! Run, run, run, run!

Well, we don't know whose underpants are these, but...

It doesn't matter. We have to show them to Luis.

I mean, isn't it a bit too late for this?

The wedding is in an hour.

No!

My self-help teacher says it's never too late to start again,

but what are we going to tell him?

That we went into Gaby's room without her knowing,

we jumped off the fifth floor, and we found some underwear?

-Yes. -No.

Yes, that's exactly what we're going to say.

You want to go find some new friends now?

That choice is still open, right?

No, I pass.

Great. Then, hold on tight. We're about to fuck up this stupid ass wedding

before they give out the funny hats and the balloons.

Norma. Baby, baby. Where are you going?

This is your room. Stay.

And I want these chairs with that table there, please.

-Everything's perfect. Thanks so much. -Luis?

Hey. What are you doing here? Whose are those?

-We don't know. -Gross. Are they used?

You can't marry Gaby.

You know what? Whatever you want to tell me, I'm not interested.

She cheated on you.

Gaby cheated on you.

It's true.

Don't tell me you're doing this again.

No...

-And you two are going along with this? -But this time it's true.

We went in your room to go through her things and we found...

I mean, yes, she went... We went in your room, but it's real.

-We found that. -Are you listening to yourselves?

You have God-knows-whose underwear in your hands.

Wow. If we're friends,

go sit, please.

Enjoy the wedding.

And if you hate my girlfriend, criticize her behind my back. That's it.

No, Luis. We went looking for proof, and we have it. Trust me.

This is not like those other times. I swear. Luis. Luis, I heard her.

I heard her. She cheated on you.

What's the matter with you? You can't marry her!

What? Because her dad gave you a job? Really?

Because now that's the family you've always wanted and...

So, what if that's what it is?

-You didn't care about that. -People change, right?

Right. That's why we don't see you anymore.

That's why you're moving to fucking Canada,

with all that cold, and the English and French crap.

So what, Sandra?

Don't call me Sandra! Stop!

You're not like this. When you and I were together...

When you and I were together? Are you for real?

We just want you to be happy, OK?

It looks like you can't stand the idea of seeing me happy without you.

This is the life I want.

Luis... I love you.

I love you.

You're my safe place, OK?

And I know I'm yours too.

No?

Sandra...

you're way too late.

Honey?

-It's time. -I know.

What is it, baby?

Luis?

Tell me if it's Luis.

No. No, it's not Luis.

-You sure? -I'm sure.

What is it then?

This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, honey.

I am nervous.

My princess.

This is what you want, right?

Yes.

My baby, don't cry. Don't cry.

Stop crying.

Ready?

Quite ready.

My baby girl.

Let's go.

-Ready? -Ready.

Bro...

Everything's ready.

All right.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Surprise.

What are you doing here?

What's with the face, Sandra? What's up?

-Alberto? -I'm Arturo.

You must be Norma. Roberto has told me a lot about you. Hi.

Hi.

I know I don't have an invitation, but... One more wedding I crash.

-That's very cute, but... -But you do have an invitation.

He's got a plus-one.

So, why did you say you didn't have an invitation for me?

It wasn't... I didn't... I...

If you didn't want me to come, you didn't have to lie.

We'll talk about this at home, OK?

-You live together? -Yes.

Obviously, you don't want your friends to meet me.

No. I didn't want you to meet them. It's not about you. It's about them.

I didn't want them to treat you like...

Like we treat Gaby.

-Arturo! -Stop. Just shut up.

-Say something! -Go fuck yourself.

Dearly beloved,

we're gather here today to celebrate...

-Roberto's right. -What?

...the union of two people.

Luis!

-Miss, what are you doing? -Just two seconds, father.

-This is not the place or the... -It'll take just two seconds. I'm sorry.

Sandra, what are you doing?

Luis, it's just that we fucked up pretty bad. I fucked up really bad.

-I think we're a bit toxic. -A bit?

We're hurting ourselves. And Gaby, it's not about you.

It's just fear of someone else joining the group.

That's it. That's all it is. I swear.

Forgive me.

Luis, I love you.

But I have to let you go.

I'm your friend. I'm your friend for real.

All I should be doing is supporting you.

Forgive me.

I want you to be happy.

It doesn't matter what I or the others think. Forgive me, please.

Thank you, San.

Hey, can we get married now?

Yes. Go. Go get married. Sorry.

We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two people...

-Luis... -No.

which today have decided to...

Look, I think Sandra's right.

I have to find my happiness, regardless of what other people say.

I have to do it for me.

Shut up already!

-Don't say it, please. -I have to. Listen.

I don't know if you're the one I want

to spend the rest of my life with.

What about our children? And Canada?

-Those were your plans. -The love God...

Shut up. Gives us.

That's what you always wanted, but I want to be free, really.

I want to be happy.

-Well, but we can talk... -Come on, Luis. I cheated on you!

Holy fuck! I mean, holy God!

Gaby, don't get married.

I love you.

I told you. I told you. It was you?

Luis, I'm sorry.

I fucked up.

Gaby...

Guys, leave me alone. I need to do this.

I really need it.

Thank you.

Gaby...

I'm sorry, bro.

Why?

All right, we'll talk when they serve the corn cream, OK?

Why, man?

Because I'm an ass!

-How many times? -Once, I swear it was only one time.

It's just that, Luis, I always liked Gaby.

You son of a bitch!

How much money did I spend on this, you fuck?

-Come on, man! -Asshole!

And you, dirty piece of shit!

What did you do to my daughter to make her do all this?

What the fuck, mister?

Hitting one of my friends is fine. But two? That's too much.

No, stay there.

-Stop, stop. Stay down. Stop. -You're an asshole!

Fine, I deserve it. Hit me!

No, leave him. He deserves it.

-That was your underwear, right? -Yes...

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. -Yes...

I'm sorry! It was a reflex!

You OK? Luis? Come on. Enough. You already hit me. That's enough. OK?

What were you thinking?

Luis is a fucking idiot and it's going to be fine, right?

No, no! Don't be mad! We only fucked once!

Just shut up, Fabian!

Please, calm the fuck down! You're going crazy!

I am calmed! I'm going to go crazy when I break your fucking face!

No, no, no! Wait...

Lady, you had rocks in there?

Luis, enough!

Run, you asshole, run!

Now no one will see our dance!

Come on, somebody do something!

Hey, you know what?

That's for not telling us the truth about Alberto!

And you, for behaving like a toxic ex!

-No. I love you, girl. You OK? -I'm fine.

What about me?

What? You come here too.

-I'm sorry about all this. -Are you OK?

You're an asshole, man.

I liked Gaby, but you hooked up with her.

When did you like her, you ass?

Always, man. I always liked her.

And you met her because of me.

-I took her out and you nailed her. -But you didn't say anything, idiot.

Why didn't you say something? You're an idiot!

So I have to say who I like and who I don't?

Enough! Shut up, man! You're friends!

-We were. -Right.

Go away already.

Get out of my fucking wedding now!

Let's go.

We promised we'd be friends. We promised life would not change...

But life did change.

Can I kiss you, so I know what it feels like?

-No. -Fine.

Anyway...

Forgive me.

Just go, man.

What a mess.

You were my...

My safe place too, San...

But it's over now.

You're not answering my messages.

I think this might help you understand me.

Excuse me.

Thanks!

All right.

Coming!

Hello!

-What happened? -Come in.

-What? -Come in, come in, come in.

Surprise!

Come on.

Bro, I didn't know you were coming either. I'll go.

No, no. You know what? You stay. I'll go.

No, no. I'll go.

Enough. Stop, don't be ridiculous. You're both staying. OK?

Stop.

What's up with you?

You're still fucking girls that have a boyfriend?

-It was a one-time thing, no more. -Ok.

The time that changed the way you see love.

-You read it? -Yeah.

Stupid ass novel, man.

But I think... you're a great writer.

Good.

It's done.

If it's any consolation, I got fired from my job

for writing that stupid ass novel during working hours.

I'm glad.

Well...

Yes. Come on, Luisito. Forgive us.

Forgive us for ruining your wedding.

Truth is some part of you was right.

I did change a lot to be with Gaby.

-Yes, but we actually did... -No, shut up.

You don't say anything.

Not yet.

All I wanted was to feel that I was part of a family.

Although...

I already had one.

Yes. Fucked up.

Super fucked, but yes.

Yes. You really did a number on my fucking wedding.

-We really did. -You assholes.

If that's how you feel about her,

write to her.

Really?

Really.

No.

No, no, no.

No. Not now.

This is friends' night.

What's up? Did something happen or you just want to see the world burn?

Relax. Just wait until Sandra gets here.

Sandra's coming?

-Look at his little eyes. -Look at that face.

I didn't know she was coming.

Come on.

It's just that I've been thinking, and maybe she wants us to be together again.

-You heard everything she said, right? -I love it. Although... Déjà vu, right?

Oh, yes. But incestuous family again.

This is great.

Is she here?

Yes. That's Sandra. Sandra, Sandra, Sandra.

Do it. Before she finds some influencer, muscular, vegan, dark, tasty,

entrepreneur boyfriend.

Oh, sorry. We got held up.

We?

This is my boyfriend.

What's up, guys?

God, so much silence.

I hate your boyfriend

I hate him Because he's with you

I hate your boyfriend

I hate him Because he's with you

I hate the way he walks How he moves

How he dances How he looks at you

How he cares about you How he loves you

The way he breathes

I hate your boyfriend

I hate him Because he's with you

I hate your boyfriend

I hate him Because he's with you

I hate your boyfriend

I hate him Because he's with you