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This will hurt you more than it will hurt me.

KILLER BABES

TWO MONTHS BEFORE

LUCÍA YAZBEK INFLUENCER

NENA DOMÍNGUEZ ENTREPRENEUR

MARISELA DE LA PEÑA SOAP OPERA ACTRESS

All right, so, what are you doing now?

I don't know.

I feel like doing a laser treatment.

- Oh, sorry I'm late! - You look gorgeous, friend.

Yeah!

- Thank you. - It's about to start.

Thanks a lot for coming...

to my 52nd conference

about new high-end aesthetic proceedings.

It's a pleasure and I'm really happy to present you

the new technology to rejuvenate,

tighten...

y reestablish the beautiful body and face of the Mexican woman.

This so-called doctor is very good,

but he's annoying.

- Yeah, right! - I can't stand him.

And he isn't that good.

He gave me different eye sizes.

They say not even his family can stand him.

Well...

that lady over there can.

Well, I must admit she is his best job.

Of course... He is her husband.

...and skin refilling...

She looks weird, doesn't she?

- Yeah? - What's wrong with her?

Wrinkles on the skin

appear as one ages.

So, when I get asked,

"Doctor, in your opinion, what is...?"

I'm sorry.

I get asked...

"Doctor, in your opinion, what's the key...?"

Help!

A doctor, please!

I'm her fan.

- Friend... - Girl.

Amazing.

I don't know why you haven't nailed a leading role.

- Thank you. - You're getting better.

Thank you.

Did you see her?

Mhm.

I have a feeling she was who eliminated him.

Hm?

Oh my God!

You think so?

Of course!

Well, if I had to stand such a sight...

Oh! Forgive me, God.

May God rest his soul.

Either I kill him or I kill myself.

No!

I couldn't do it.

Oh, gal.

With that husband you've got,

you're already late, doll.

Mhm.

Yours is just as bad.

And let's not start with yours.

It's such a shame, isn't it?

I guess.

Death is always less than elegant, right?

No! I mean, it's a shame he died before my surgery.

Mariloli, didn't get it right.

Sorry?

Nothing.

I'm just saying she surely didn't take proper care of him.

Hence, he had...

that heart attack.

Mhm.

Aw!

It was her, wasn't she?

Oh, darling!

See you at the doctor's house.

Well...

Mariloli's.

I'm going to give my condolences to Mariloli.

Oh, no, not me!

You go.

Of course, it will clear your mind.

Good evening.

Oh, my darling! I'm so sorry!

Rodrigo was a great man.

Mhm?

Mhm?

- Oh, I'm heartbroken! - Sorry. Sorry.

No! What am I going to do without him?

- What happened? - I don't know, it was weird.

Where's Marisela?

We both know how this is going to end.

Why don't we cut the bullshit

and get going?

What do you say?

Sorry, ma'am, but I'm not going anywhere.

Why, Felipa?

Your cleaning skills are unparalleled.

I heard your Mediterranean cuisine

is better than Crossroads Kitchen's.

And let's not mention your moping.

I have already told you.

I have told the lady before you. I won't leave this place.

Why?

Your boss doesn't care about you.

You'll see when she moves to Europe, she'll dump you.

- I won't. - Huh...

I'd never do that to you.

We'd be wonderful together.

- Yeah? - There you are.

I'm convincing Felipa to work at my house, right?

Oh, no, Felipa! Come with me, will you?

What do you want?

Besides the clothes I gave your cousin

but didn't fit her, you'll have your own car!

Your own room, TV...

Oh, well, Felipa,

give us the recipe of the excellent baklava

that you make.

- Please. - Come on!

How dare you ask that

to Felipa?

Felipa, you are dismissed!

I'm sorry, Felipa, give us minute, please.

A little bird told me,

that you've been making a lot of questions.

Well, here I am.

At your orders.

Well, no, Mariloli...

the thing is...

we don't really know Rodrigo's cause of death.

I poisoned him.

I'm kidding.

Can you imagine?

Me, confessing to a crime?

I'm not an idiot.

Well, what's with all the questioning?

You cannot fool us, you shed crocodile tears.

Felipa...

Tell Juan José

to get these ladies out of my house.

- I was kidding. - Get out of my house!

- Out! - God!

Let the dogs out!

She's so good.

That bitch, but she will pay for it.

Run!

Mani!

Mani!

What is it, baby?

Nothing, honey.

Mani didn't clean the table.

Mani?

Her name is Malitzin.

Honey, it's been her pet name since forever,

- she's like family. - Mmm.

You know I don't like your folkloric stuff.

It's not folklore, it's called inclusion.

And I don't see colors, you know it.

- I see people. - Right.

Hey, baby...

I need you to sign these papers from your foundation

so I can make a wire money to an orphanage in Miami.

Are there poor people in Miami?

All around the world, baby.

Honey, I lived many years in Miami

and I never realized.

Honey, the world pains me.

No, no, no. What are you doing?

No.

These are the papers you signed last week.

The bank wanted to add some things,

so, I did it.

You already checked this?

Sure, baby.

Okay.

Holy Virgin, dear Mother,

please,

enlighten my husband's business vision

so he gives me the leading role.

Please, Mother.

Aw!

No! Federico...

- Hold on. Hi. - What is it?

Have they picked the actress who will star

in "Bastard Inheritance"?

Did you talk with the producers?

- Are they giving me the part? - I don't know.

At the moment, I'm more concerned

about our merger with the other TV station

than about the soap opera, Marisela.

I told you it's fine to participate

in that dancing reality.

- It's cool. - No!

I don't want to do the reality.

- Why? - Last time I did,

I was disqualified in the first round.

Why won't you help me?

You are everybody's boss, please.

You know what, may the Virgin help you,

I can't take this anymore.

Hold on, Federico, don't go!

♪ Much more Than the lighthouse ♪

♪ That guides me through The fog ♪

♪ More than the sun That keeps me warm ♪

♪ I need your embrace ♪

♪ 'Cause without you ♪

Love...

Luca.

Pam, pam, pam!

- Love... - Oh!

God, you scared me to death, girl.

Love.

Stop, stop, I have to turn off the music. Stop!

I'll lose track.

Jeez!

What? How was the party?

No, it wasn't a party, it was a funeral.

Well, at your age, it's almost the same, isn't it?

Look, look at my shoulder.

Impressionanti, right? Bellissimo.

Didn't you exaggerate with the tan?

I like it, I feel I look...

really European.

Haven't I told you, you aren't Ricky Martin, my love?

Oh, there you go again.

I told you I don't want to look like him,

I'm on another level, darling.

And you dyed your hair.

Stop, what is it? I mean...

are you playing detective today?

- Who are you? A Customs' agent? - Yeah, you're right. Sorry.

I had a terrible day.

Okay, I forgive you.

But don't start flustering me,

I have to be at the club tomorrow early morning.

What time?

I don't know, around six.

Does the club open at six?

Ey, just for the VIP, amore.

Mhm!

Oh, my love!

You spend a lot of time at the club...

And then with work, you almost never come to sleep.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Don't you want a successful husband at home?

- Yeah, but we... - Shh.

Come on...

Make me one of those great sandwiches you make.

Come on, hurry up!

Come on.

Hey, Nena...

Remember, no mayo.

God, look at this bag!

Please, it's a beauty.

It's a gem.

- No! - Let me take a picture.

- Spin for me. - Look.

No. I want it.

Let me see it.

Wow! How much is it?

Thirty thousand.

Dollars.

Aren't you thirsty?

- Yeah. - Could you bring us a drink?

Sure.

My accountant has showed me a lot of expenses...

Luca is spending thrice as me.

Go figure! Between the trips,

the club, the yacht...

The new clothes and the little fix

he had on the face...

No, he is... out of control.

Hey, baby...

- Could your husband... - What?

Be metrosexual?

What can I say?

His ways turns me on, that he looks perfect

and smells like butter.

Wow!

No, baby!

Could he be cheating on you?

- Mmm? - You think?

Well, the other day I was talking with Majo,

remember her?

Majo, she's divine, tall, skinny, fabulous...

- Alright, so...? - Her.

She recommended me

an Instagram profile from a psychologist

that is pretty good, gorgeous, too.

Spanish, tall, skinny, divine, you know...

Her name is Atenea Cortés.

And she has a great test to help women identify

if your partner is cheating on you.

In fact, I'll show it to you.

I've sent it to our group chat.

DOES YOUR PARTNER THINK YOU'VE BEEN TO PLACES

YOU TWO HAVE NEVER BEEN?

- Thank you. - In fact...

Yes.

Eh... Yes.

- Well, sometimes. - Oh!

- Oh, yeah! - Nena, you've got five already.

Well, but they are 37. I still have a chance, right?

God! If I find out Luca is cheating on me,

I'll kill him.

I swear to God I'll kill him!

God! If I find out Federico

is having an affair with one of those upstart actresses,

I don't know what I would do.

If Pablo comes to think he can fool me...

As nice as I look...

I'm fucking bitch.

I know it.

Did you see?

Mhm!

Look who's there.

Thank you very much for your purchase.

You're welcome.

Thanks.

Oh, it's you.

So, are you buying them?

Or are you only...

window shopping.

Well, what do you care?

Oh, my girls!

You can't afford them, can you?

That's very sad, it's not cool.

Yeah, you're really sad.

You had to buy two identical bags.

You must be very empty.

Oh, honey! I'm the happiest woman in the world!

In fact, I'll get going.

I have to keep on with my daily routine.

Spending, having fun...

Have a Tempranillo anytime I wish!

Ciao, bambinas.

Ciao.

Do you buy marzipans?

Oh, sweetheart! I'm sorry.

But I can tag you, okay?

Cheese! Cheese! Say cheese!

- Thank you. - I'm on a diet.

Hey, Mariloli is a visionary.

Of course.

Now, she has freedom to do as she fucking pleases.

She kept all the inheritance

and she doesn't have to stand that second-class doctor.

I can't stand her, but I agree with you.

I'm agree too.

I wish I had Mariloli's courage

to do the same.

Kill them!

No, no.

But get rid of them.

My husband would never sign the divorce.

In my case, given my prenup...

it would be an endless battle.

Jeez! But there must be a way.

Picture us three, as gorgeous as we are,

single, alone at the beach house,

the yacht...

without someone buzzing in your ears every night.

Without snoring.

Without someone who stains your silk sheets

with self-tanning lotion.

What I'm really worried about

is knowing if my husband gets the 37 points

that you sent in the list.

The only way to know it is doing the test.

- Let's do it. - Okay, then.

DOES HE CARE ABOUT HIS LOOKS MORE THAN USUAL?

Hey, how is everything going?

Fine.

Would you like do a casting right now...

for a reality show?

Look the one in bikini.

...well, no...

DO THEY HIDE THEIR CELLPHONE WHEN YOU ARE NEAR?

Yeah, that's just... It's just...

what we need.

THEY WORK EXTRA HOURS AND DON'T TAKE YOUR CALLS?

YES

- That's almost ready. - Hey! Almost.

Hey, where's your lady?

Over there with the others.

They are already starting to get high.

You don't know the tons of things Nena takes.

She's taking something all the time...

- I can't stand it. - No, no. no.

I meant they are going to start gossiping. Fucking ladies!

Yeah, man.

Always chatting, slacking all the time.

I'm sick of them, man.

They do and say bullshit all the time.

They are crazy, man.

Hey, what happened with the lawyer,

did you like him?

Oh, that guy was great. God!

Look, I needed him

to help me find a gap in the prenup

in case she dumped me.

God forbid.

- One never knows. - But...

with everything that she takes,

one day she'll mix something and it's over.

So, now I'm relaxed.

Any issue, and I'll keep half Spandex's fortune.

Hell yes.

Well, one has to protect his life.

Because now women are bitches.

What happens if they see a wealthy man?

They can make you kick the bucket any time.

Oh, come on!

Your money comes from Lucía's foundation.

I've heard rumors about the shell companies

that your friends are setting up.

You opened five galleries La Victoria

in less than three weeks.

And one of them in the city outskirts,

you crossed the line, Pablo.

Everything is under control, man.

Besides, Lucía

started the foundation just to look pretty

and have her picture taken hugging poor people

so she can have more likes, man!

That's it!

- Of course. - The drops of happiness.

Baby...

Well, forgive me, ladies.

But I finished the infidelity test

and I'm hot under the collar.

Me, too. Give it to me!

What have you got there? Give me some!

Hey, just take one drop, you're drinking.

- One, one. - Just one.

No, I have to show you the test.

No, no.

Where are you?

You are...

Look!

Fucking Pablo.

I just asked for a little respect,

and what I get in return?

Just disgrace.

But two can dance.

Let's play.

Darling, come here!

Listen, sweetheart,

there's a Prosecco in the fridge

that it's cold.

Okay? Can you bring it?

No way.

Did he whistle at you?

I'm sick of fucking Pablo.

Sorry.

Girl, are you okay?

What's wrong with me? What did you give me?

How many drops did you take?

God, I thought they were...

- homeopathic drops. - What did you give her?

It was Diazepam.

It makes you feel cool, how many did you take?

Yeah.

- Friend! - Oh!

- Girl, are you okay? - Sure.

- What happened? Damn it! - It's okay, boy.

- Pick that! - Have a seat!

- Thank you. - Sorry.

- Marisela. - Are you okay?

- What happened? - I'm sorry.

Aren't you ashamed of making such a fool

of yourself at your age?

- Sorry. - Hey, it wasn't her fault.

No, it was the waiter's.

No, no, hold on. It wasn't the boy's fault.

Search him before he leaves.

Is this another of your scenes to convince me

to get you the soap opera's leading role?

What are you talking about?

Hey, you don't need to humiliate her.

- So now I am humiliating her? - Sure.

Yeah? Have you told them the ridicule you put me through

when you talked to the producers behind my back?

Or you don't tell them that?

Of course, you just talk about which fillers are you getting

and how to spend money on trivialities.

You know what?

You ruined my day.

Why?

- Come on, let's go already! - I'm sorry!

Go!

- We were having fun. - Hurry up!

Stop it!

Girl...

Girl, they're asking for it.

I'll call you later.

- Come on. - Just a second.

- Come on. - We'll help you.

- We'll help you out. - Come on, come on.

- I'll walk you to the door. - No, no.

- He's mad now. - Marisela, calm down.

- Hold on. - Calm down.

I can do it myself.

Girl, text me, please, when you get home.

- That's it. - Okay.

- Is it cool at eight? - Yeah.

I'll call you.

- You won't chicken out? - No.

- See you tonight. - Sure.

Bye.

Girl...

find out what is this asshole into!

Of course.

Hello?

Is your husband there?

No, isn't home since he left me.

Another check on my list.

Girl, come ASAP to Polanco!

Lucía found out our husbands' bolt hole.

I've got 25 out of 37 points so far.

Me, 33 out of 37, this is bullshit.

I've got 42.

Did he say where he was going?

He never tells me anything.

Pablo said he had dinner with his personal priest.

Unbelievable.

There is Luca.

No way! What?

That asshole.

That is Fede's car.

Oh!

Hey...

Isn't that the actress they want for the leading role

- in "Bastard Inheritance"? - No!

I will not forgive you this one.

No, no, no.

- No, no, no. - Girl... calm down.

I won't forgive him.

Girl...

You have to be much smarter than that idiot.

And even this takes class.

Mhm?

I know what we are going to do.

Relax!

Did you see her boobs?

Well, at least he told you the truth,

the priest is here.

I don't get why we're here.

Ah!

Lolo.

You're gorgeous, sweetheart!

Thank you.

Thank you, love.

These are my friends, sweetheart.

Marisela, Nena.

Well...

So, come in.

So...?

What is the problem now, sweetheart?

My love, you know, the usual.

Husbands.

The Death.

The Tower.

Damn.

The Three of Cups.

One... two, three.

You have to unite...

to tear down the established.

Kill off

what you have to bring into life

a world of happiness and fulfillment.

My advice is...

Whatever you may be thinking...

do it!

It's the perfect time.

Are you sure?

It's the only way to achieve the Nirvana in life, sweetheart.

And I want you to know...

that this thing that you are willing to do...

will heal you.

And will grant you the life you've always wanted.

Sorry, just a minute.

Thanks.

Thank you, thanks a lot.

Hello?

Say no more.

We'll do the "Mariloli".

Yeah, but we have to be very careful.

We need someone to get his hands dirty for us.

Of course.

Tony, my driver, has that problem.

- Is he sick? - No.

He's from north of the country.

And I guess he must know someone

that does that type of things.

I don't know, an uncle, a cousin,

a brother-in-law who's a hitman.

You are brilliant..

Lu, let's go.

Okay, we need to figure something out, dear.

Love...

Listen.

Listen, darling, the cards are very clear.

Very, very clear.

You have to kill off what you have

to bring into life a world of happiness and fulfillment.

My advice is...

Whatever you may be thinking...

do it!

It's the perfect time.

Do you need anything, ma'am?

Tony, your family is large, right?

Yes.

And part of them...

must be more northern than usual.

I don't get it, ma'am.

Yeah,

Northern.

Real northern, Tony.

With arms.

Dangerous.

- Some of them. - Sure...

I respect their choice to carry arms

and marry their cousins.

I don't judge.

Trust me, I know those places,

they're magical.

People are really nice.

Tony,

I need a hitman.

Yeah, I'll pay him really well,

but this has to be top secret.

Mhm? It's for a friend.

I think I know someone.

Perfect.

But don't disclose my name.

I love it!

I'm so excited.

How will we identify him?

I don't know.

- Jesus! Fuck! - Girl!

- What? - Move!

- What did I miss? - Auch!

Nothing, he's not here yet.

That's Chuy.

That's it!

Nena!

A first-class drug lord.

He's handsome, huh?

Hey, cousin! Over here!

Cousin!

Tony, let's go!

- Oh, please! - Let's go, Tony.

Help him!

Please!

I'm with you!

Poor man.

They are a large family.

They are many, hmm?

All right.

I guess it's time to contact the real pros.

Get out!

I told you I don't want you lurking around.

I told you I won't leave this house,

fucking posh ladies.

We know you did it.

Okay, let's cup the crap.

We need your help.

We know what you did to your husband.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know I know people, who knows people that you know.

And they saw you in a place we both know.

And trust me, my sweetheart,

I have zero interest in your private life

and your reasons to do what you did.

We're just asking you for the "how", okay?

It's very simple.

Either you help us...

or we tell everybody you are 65 years old.

How dare you! That's a lie!

You have age spots on your hands.

Oh!

Listen.

I just want to tell you

that I haven't done anything at all.

MANUEL ALEJANDRO Street 3 No. 182 Morelos hood.

♪ Don't look for me again ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ I've nothing for you ♪

♪ I got tired ♪

♪ Of your crumbs ♪

♪ Go fly in another sky ♪

♪ And leave your cage open ♪

♪ Another sparrow ♪

♪ May take the bait ♪

♪ But give it ♪

Give it.

♪ Water to drink ♪

Bravo!

- Hey. - Mhm?

What do we do now? Shall we just ask?

Of course not. First, let's order something, right?

Hey, remember when we used to go partying,

that they would invite us to the night club.

No, I honestly don't.

I remember very little of the 90's.

What can I bring you, ladies?

Oh, how nice!

Hey, I love your place.

This is amazing.

Excuse me,

we are looking for someone,

do you know him?

Yeah, I do.

But I you want any information, you'll have to buy a bottle.

Yeah, okay, bring us a Moët.

Jeez, lady, we only have cider.

Oh, well, bring a tequila bottle, okay?

- Tequila. - Thank you.

Look at that.

Every single man looks like a thug in this place.

Yeah, but Mariloli's...

is guaranteed.

What's wrong with you?

Excuse me.

Hey...

this isn't tequila.

- Yeah, it is. - Let's see.

- It is? - Yes.

It doesn't have a label.

Smell it!

Oh, this is ethyl alcohol! Admit it.

- Right. - But it's good, huh?

Tell Manuel Alejandro we are here!

We are waiting for him.

Jeez, but he says he's sick of working

with bleached blonde whitexicans.

Bleached blonde?

You are dis... cri... minating me.

That is called inverse racism.

Hey, don't you want to sing?

No, what for? To get discriminated?

Hey, take it easy!

Look...

we even have an admirer.

Yeah, sure.

Girls...

our song.

- ♪ You don't want to know... ♪ - ♪ Ye ye ♪

- ♪ That I really love you ♪ - ♪ Ye ye ye ye ♪

♪ And you'll come on Your knees ♪

♪ Asking me for a little love ♪

♪ But I won't give it to you ♪

♪ Ye ye ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't want to See you ♪

♪ Ye ye ye ye ♪

♪ Because you don't listen And have no mercy ♪

♪ Of my poor heart ♪

♪ Find another girl... ♪

Damn it!

Everybody, back off!

Come this way!

Thank you!

- What is your mom's name? - Cuca.

Hi, Cuca! How are you?

I am Marisela de la Peña.

And I'm here with your son.

Oh, don't scold him because he got out of rehab!

He just got our for a while, right?

- Yeah. - But he loves you a lot.

And I do, too.

Marisela de la Peña. Up with love!

That's it! Hey, can you put a filter on it.

- Yeah, sure. - Excuse me.

- Of course. - Thanks a lot, old lady.

She called me "old lady".

Your beer, miss.

- Here are the peanuts. - Thanks.

Well then,

did Mariloli told you about me?

- Yeah. - That's it.

I guess you're all here for the same thing.

- Yeah. - Perfect.

Then, let's get things straight because this is very serious.

I need to know absolutely everything about your husbands.

To know what's their deal,

because I don't get my hands dirty just because,

I need to know, where they hang out,

who do they hang out with,

and all that stuff, I mean.

What's the deal? What for? What? What's up? With what?

Like they say, to know their weakness

to know their Achilles' heel.

Okay, perfect.

Easy, easy, right?

When do you start?

No, hold on.

This is business, first, we have to discuss...

dough, money, bucks.

Okay.

But, luckily for you,

today is Black Friday and I'm 3 for 2.

Oh, Black Friday! I love it!

Can I borrow your pen?

I'll write down the sum.

Oh! For each one?

No, for the three of them.

Oh!

Em... Well, we'll give you half of it in advance

and the rest when the deed is done.

Sounds fair.

Well, if I may ask,

what do you spend the money on?

I've always dreamed of singing.

You mean, to release a record?

No, no, to own a karaoke bar like this one.

Oh, how nice!

- I love it. - Oh, cutie!

It's a deal.

Perfect.

So, all your husbands' details so I can get to work.

If we agree, let's make a toast.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

- That's it. - Yeah?

- Am I online? - Yeah.

It's set.

- Hi, girls. - Hello?

- Hi, girl. - What's up, girls?

I'm here with Anaso and Mafer.

- Hi. - These are the girls.

Tita's daughters.

Remember her?

Tita from Monterrey.

Look how big they are. Cute, right?

Hi, gorgeous, you're so grown.

Hi.

Well, as you know, Manuel Alejandro

asked us to research...

The girls helped me hack,

Luca, Fede and Pablo.

And, girls...

the things on the list

can't even compare with what you'll hear next.

So, take a seat, please.

It's awful.

So awkward.

Why? What did you find?

Pablo has been stealing money from the foundation

for two years, stealing money from the poor

and laundering it for his businesses.

No way, Lu! What are you going to do?

No! What are "we" going to do?

Because Luca and Fede aren't far behind.

Tell them.

Federico...

has just given the leading role to that girl

we saw him with the other day.

- No fucking way. - And the worst part...

is he didn't even considered you for the soap opera's villain.

He badmouths you.

You don't know all the things he filtered to US Weekly.

Son of a bitch!

No, Nena, hold on.

Your Luca,

consulted a lawyer Federico recommended him

and has everything ready to keep your Spandex empire.

He forged your signature.

I want to see that bastard dead.

No. I'm going to kill that ass first.

No.

The first to die is going to be Pablo.

Fuck!

No, thanks!

Girl, I still don't get why are we here.

It's called being discreet.

None of our acquaintances come to these places.

Yeah, I agree.

But, a sausage toast?

Hello. I'm vegan.

Girl, just put the sausage aside.

Girl!

Do you know how already?

Unfortunately, yes.

And you?

- Yeah, I do. - Yes.

Hi. Join us.

Why here?

It draws less attention to call you one by one.

What do you have?

Well, you'll have to forge a prescription.

You are going to buy this medicine...

that poorly administered, it's a bomb to the heart.

If Luca takes it for a long time

with his protein shake,

it will work, right?

The only thing you have to do is change...

his vitamins for this medicine.

He goes to the gym every morning from 6:00 to 11:30.

Here is the address, the details and the dough.

No, no, don't count it here.

It's a deal, sweetie.

What's up!

Damn it, Picos!

- What? - I told you to wear

something more discreet.

Really?

I hate when you are like this, Manolo.

You're very judgmental.

You haven't understood that what matters

is what we have up here,

- and here. - And here, dude.

- Easy, man! - In your fucking pockets.

You'll ruin my outfit, man.

- So? - What?

Did you get them?

Oh! How dare you ask!

Here.

- Did you bring a spare bag? - Why?

They were inside a little bag, but it tore.

How can you carry them like that?

It's just a bit of lint, but the pills are okay.

- Okay, give them to me. - Fine.

Are you sure these are the prescription's?

Oh!

Okay, then.

Get out of here!

Or somebody may call the police.

- You smell like a pigster. - Oh, come on!

It's not like you wear Calvin Klein!

Come on! Go, I'm working.

Sure! You don't work at all!

Good day, officer.

Good morning.

I'm here for a job interview.

Can you register, please?

Sure.

SEISMIC ALERT

I talked with one of Pablo's associates,

you know, he's always had a thing for me.

And he gave me all the information

about their dirty businesses.

Then, I called the foundation's systems engineer

and told him it was an emergency.

And he gave me all the information

from the computer.

From the phone, WhatsApp, and everything.

No, no autographs.

Oh, girl! It's Manuel Alejandro.

- It's your turn. - Good luck.

- Lett's go. - Yeah.

- Go. - Good luck!

I need you to filter all these documents.

That will send him straight to jail.

Do you know anyone in jail?

In every penitentiary.

But for the crime we are going to blame Pablo

and his address,

I think he would be assigned the northern penitentiary.

Oh! Big Mama is there.

The Big Mama.

I love it!

You're a bitch, Lucía.

To Big... Mama.

The Big Mama.

I love it!

What's up, Manolo!

Damn it, Picos.

Are these your headquarters?

Hell, yes.

Nobody suspects from an Internet cafe.

Besides, I can hire kids without any issue.

Are you sure nobody will connect this

to the foundation?

Oh, relax!

- Okay then. - Fine.

What are you looking at?

He's one of my researchers, Manolo, don't bully him.

We are all friends here.

Are you going to use it? It's two dollars per hours.

I'm not feeling well.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Are you?

Hey, tell me something,

is it hot in here or is it my nerves?

It's your nerves.

Auch!

THE FANTASTIC THREE Lucía: We are at the bar.

- I'll be right back. - Yeah.

What is it, girls?

Manuel Alejandro told me my deed is done.

Oh! So, it's your turn, Marisela.

But I want to look him in the eye when it's done.

I want to see how the light in his eyes...

fades before me.

Okay, my love.

Whatever.

Besides, my deed will have to wait.

We cannot do it at the same time...

- They would suspect us. - Right.

Hey, let's go, the event is going to start

- and I don't want... - Let's go, let's go!

to be seen here gossiping.

Let's go, let's go.

Hi.

Come here.

I hate his character.

- What is this? - Hello, everybody.

Thank you very much for coming to this award

given by the Argentinian community in Mexico...

to an exemplary man.

Let's hear a round of applause, don't be shy,

let me hear you.

To Luca Romanetti.

Good. Come on!

For his work to dignify...

I said, for his work to dignify...

the demeanor and elegance of the Argentinian man...

To dignify, dignify...

Like I said for his work

to dignify the poise and elegance

of the Argentinian man.

We want to present this 'Saúl Lizaso' award...

I'm sorry, excuse me.

- Excuse me. - Hold on.

What is it?

Oh, God!

He shat his pants.

God! I have the runs, damn it!

Don't laugh, fucking idiots!

Please, an ice cube!

- An ice cube. - No, not an ice cube.

You don't have to record this, okay?

Somebody take him to the bathroom.

Help him, Arturo!

Come on, Arturo!

Auch!

It's okay. It's okay.

How disgusting!

Nena, have you got the award?

Yeah, it's here.

- Don't let it get stained, okay? - No.

♪ If my heart won't find ♪

♪ The happiness I already lost ♪

♪ And drowned In this ocean of tears ♪

♪ I will feel ♪

Hold on, hold on...

What did you give my husband?

Hold on! Easy! This way!

Easy, lady!

What did you give Luca?

Well, I...

What you told me to.

You're lying!

Hey!

That had to get to his heart, not his butthole, idiot.

He has had a fucking diarrhea

for two days and now, because of you,

Luca has gone viral.

Go figure! They call him "Lord Poopy".

Lord Poopy?

Don't laugh, idiot!

All right.

Listen, seriously,

if you're not satisfied with my service,

I have a return policy.

I can give you your money back.

I can do it.

No.

No, no, keep it.

You feel...

relieved, right?

Well, yes.

Yeah, a little.

And how do you know?

Well...

We've all felt the desire to kill, right?

But we don't really mean it.

Well, not everyone, 'cause I don't feel a thing

since... around 1975.

Approximately.

Yeah, I mean it.

Look, I fell from a tree.

I smashed my head, feel this.

- Oh, right! - Do you feel it?

- Yeah? - Mhm.

It is a big bump, and I needed surgery,

but, guess what?

Instead, I had surgery for an inguinal hernia.

That's fucking wrong.

God!

Luca!

You didn't make it to the toilet again?

God!

Yuck!

Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

Thanks for coming.

I'd like to read a fragment of the letter Luca left...

before his tragic event.

"I can't stand it anymore.

The pain in my butt is killing me

as well as being called Lord Poopy.

I hope my death

makes everybody realize than cyber bullying

it's really bullshit.

Think twice before you do it.

Honestly, I find solace in three things.

The hope that my death is a lesson for all

who makes fun of people on the Internet.

That I will meet with my mom who is in Heaven.

That I'm finally meeting Diego.

Go, Pelusa!"

Thank you.

- Oh, girl! - Are you okay?

Do you want a glass of water?

No.

Oh, friend!

Did you see who is there?

Who is that? What's going on?

Rafael Madrigal.

The city's chief justice.

In the past, he coordinated some operations for me

at the foundation.

A cop?

The cop.

But, what is she doing with him?

I don't know.

I'd heard she was dating someone new,

but not him.

No, no, here he comes.

- Cancel everything! - Keep it down.

Hi.

Oh! This is awful.

My condolences, Nena.

- Thank you. - I'm really sorry.

Mrs. Yazbek.

Oh, Madrigal!

My love...

could you bring me a glass of water?

Of course, princess.

Bye.

Wow!

Really.

Wow!

What can I say?

One thing led to the other and the other.

And I couldn't help it.

You have to protect yourself.

Hey...

Are you going to eliminate this one, too?

Any other comment like that...

and you'll have the whole police department

at your house tomorrow, darling.

I know I don't have to tell you

what you have to do.

But ladies, get your act together.

Look, look!

♪ Ave María ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Marí... ♪

What are you doing here?

How dare you?

Where have I seen that guy?

Don't look at him.

Don't look at him.

Don't look at him.

Excuse me.

How dare you show up after what you did?

Me?

- You did it. - Cancel my deed.

Already! Everything!

I don't want this to happen to me.

Too late, darling.

It turns out

my contacts found out an embezzlement.

Not only in your foundation,

but in your private bank accounts

and your parents', how do you like that?

What?

Your husband is really something, huh?

And not just that,

in his associates' accounts, too.

Come here!

Do I filter all the information?

Or just the one you gave me?

I don't care about him messing with the poor's money,

but with mine,

the product of I my hard work, my parents'...

Oh, baby!

You're gorgeous.

Do it!

Filter everything.

Perfect.

It's a deal!

Oh, dear!

- Hey... - Mhm?

Did you like the Ave María?

The thing is, the musicians

wanted to play in B-flat,

but I told them not to.

I told them my tone was D-major.

It sounded good, right?

Calm down.

- Calm down. - Calm down.

A WEEK LATER

Hi, girls!

- Sweetheart! - You look gorgeous.

- Baby. - How are you?

How are you, girl?

Oh, me?

Well, I feel amazing, fabulous, what can I say?

- I feel like a teenager. - No.

No, really, how are you?

I mean it. I'm glad you came.

What can I offer you? Let's see, Mary.

What do you want to drink?

The only thing here,

alcohol.

I don't drink anymore.

- What? - How?

- Yeah, right! - As if!

Really.

Look at me, a whole week sober.

I feel...

God, enlightened. What can I say?

It shows, friend.

Mary! I'm having alcohol.

Thanks, darling. How kind!

Oh, how nice!

This is Mary's son, he's such a sweetheart.

Well-mannered... Thank you, sweetie.

Oh, he's amazing!

And in some years...

- Yeah! - Girl!

Is this new you going to last forever

or until the new prescription?

No, I mean it, girls.

The thing is...

What can I say, I feel like... my energy is renewed.

Death has been...

Uff, my best Botox.

I've got a friend who uses it in her brain.

How strange!

And you wouldn't believe it!

- Fuck. - What's wrong?

It's Pablo, he has received a death threat.

They called him to the foundation and home.

Apparently, the documents filtered

got into the wrong hands.

Girl,

trust me, if he gets kidnapped,

they'll do you a favor.

No, not like that.

Not like that.

Manuel Alejandro, did you see?

You have to follow Pablo.

I'm sure he is going to flee the country.

No, no, no!

I had no idea

he was involved with those people.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Oh!

- Girl. - Oh, friend.

- Did he...? - No.

He's in a coma.

Like Cerati.

Yeah, apparently, he won't wake up.

And all thanks to you.

Hold on.

I did my part.

The man is going to have a long and slow death.

Like Cerati.

You wanted a slow and painful death, right?

Well...

It's done.

Two out of three.

You're the only one left.

Girls!

What a horrible feeling!

Worse than when I saw Notre Dame Cathedral burning.

I feel a knot in my stomach.

You'll see it will go away soon.

Ah!

- You dropped this. - Thanks.

This has gone too far.

What are we going to do if we are caught?

For the time being, postpone your thing

so it isn't so obvious.

I don't know.

Now, I will have to organize charity dinners

for people in a coma.

Girl, I'd better get going.

All this makes me very nervous.

Oh, girl.

Did you understand?

I'm going to pray the Rosary.

- Yeah, thanks. - So he dies soon...

You were laundering the foundation's money.

My money, my family's.

Fucking abuser!

Now, and at the hour of our death, amen.

Mrs. Yazbek.

Madrigal, I'm glad you came to visit Pablo.

I'm not here visiting, ma'am.

I'm in charge of the investigation

of the events occurred today

with Mr. Pablo Nacib, your husband.

I hope you catch those guys,

you know, misery has this country

mired into violence.

Yeah. Well, we caught one of them.

Oh, thanks God.

Your husband.

What?

Look,

Mr. Pablo Nacib is...

in very serious trouble.

I mean...

besides his current situation, right?

He's accused of money laundering

and a series of very shady crimes.

So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to arrest him,

as he represents a flight risk.

Well, but he really can't...

Please, officers, handcuff Mr. Pablo N.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Okay, Draco, put the cuffs on him.

The suite is very nice.

Very elegant.

- Careful. - Lift him.

- Ready, boss. - Thanks.

Excuse us.

I suggest you find a cheaper hospital because

the foundation's, your husband's and your personal bank accounts

will be frozen during the investigation.

You can't do that.

I already did, ma'am.

And take care of yourself, okay?

Many associates that your husband scammed

are furious.

We wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

You are taking advantage of us.

You are resented, aren't you?

Fucking Pablo!

Look, man,

that cop was asking for you the other day.

Because then, they...

Where do I know him from?

I don't know.

Look,

I met him at the funeral of Nena's husband.

Then, I saw him at the hospital,

but I can't remember where I know him from.

Not very splendid, are you.

Of course.

Don't play dumb.

Ah... No fucking way!

- Unbelievable! - What?

No fucking way!

What is it, Manolo? What's wrong?

I have to call Lucía.

- Lucía? - Yeah, she's in danger.

The number you called has changed

- or is temporarily out of... - How strange.

You know what, man?

Go away. I'll contact you.

- Hide away. - Okay.

Right! Take care, Manolo!

Manolo!

Careful, man.

You?

What are you doing here?

I'm sure...

that Rafael, Mariloli's boyfriend,

that cop, has to do with Pablo's attack.

He had him killed.

So, we'd better hire him, right?

This is serious, Nena,

those men are very dangerous.

So,

Rafael had Pablo killed?

Damn, that's twisted.

We have to tell Lucía,

but her phone is suspended

and I really don't dare to get close to her house.

Let's see.

The number...

Yeah, it's weird.

Well, let's go to the hospital.

Okay, wait here, I'll take a quick shower,

get changed and we'll go together.

Wait here.

Hey,

don't break it, okay?

No.

I bought it in a flea market.

I'll be right back.

Good day.

Fuck!

That gorilla is in there.

- I don't want him to see you. - He is there.

No. I don't want him to...

Hm!

Hey, hold on. He's gone.

Is he? Oh, sorry.

Em... let's go, this is very hot.

I mean, it's very hot here.

Yeah, let's go.

But...

- Okay, let's go. - Yeah, let's go.

Marisela.

Marisela.

Could I have an autograph?

Of course, what's your name?

It's for my grandson.

- What's his name? - Santiago.

Oh, thank you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

My big boy.

Oh, shit!

Could you help me?

Something's wrong with my badge.

Sure.

Oh, it's deactivated.

You know who I am?

Of course, I'm a fan of your soap operas,

but your badge has expired,

I cannot let you into the company.

Hey, don't!

Call my husband immediately! You know him?

- Yeah, sure, he is... - Call him now!

You look younger on TV, don't you?

Okay.

- Ma'am. - Don't.

Yeah, it's the truth.

Can you explain to me why was I humiliated

at the entrance?

Marisela de la Peña!

Ma'am, I've been a fan of yours since I was very little.

This is so exciting!

Me, too, Marisela, since I was a baby.

Back in the island, I would watch all your soap operas

with my grandma that is about your age.

I'm very glad to finally meet you.

I am still waiting for an explanation.

It's not me. It's an order from above.

The company needs new faces,

young people.

Claudita, how many followers have you got?

Eight million on Instagram.

See?

You don't even have social networks.

Your audience doesn't consume anymore,

the company needs to generate a new audience.

I wanted to discuss this with you later,

but since you insist, I'll have to tell you now.

You were vetoed, Marisela.

I'm sorry.

As you are now, so once was I.

As I am now,

you will never be.

Keep sleeping with my husband.

I...

Closing phrase of episode.

Look, Nena,

this is the good thing, isn't it?

I know the streets and the bad influences, right?

For many years, I kept very bad company.

Drinking,

using drugs all the time.

But...

look at me now.

Look at me, I've been sober

for more than 10 years.

And all that, thanks to my group,

my godfather

and my Superior Power.

Ehm...

so, Nena,

if you need help someday,

I am here for you.

What kind of help? Or what? Why? Or how?

Come on, Nena,

I saw the bottles.

You were drinking more than before, right?

Honestly, yes.

It hurt me deeply that Luca wanted to steal

everything I built with all my hard work, you know?

I also come from humble beginnings.

I know the streets, too.

But...

I've been evading my reality since I was a child.

And then...

when I created my corsets and earned a lot of money,

I made up Nena's character

to bear the fucking pressure

of high society.

But the only thing I did...

was turn my back to the real me.

Remember you asked me my real name?

Jatziri Domínguez.

Nice to meet you.

Jatziri.

Hello?

Lucía, where are you calling from...?

What?

How? No, I'm on my way.

- Come on, let's go. - No, hold on.

What?

God, grant me serenity to accept...

Serenity my balls! Let's go!

- Wait! - Come on.

The fortune cookies.

Thanks.

- Girl. - Friend.

Are you okay?

No, don't give me that look.

This is the new Lucía.

What are you talking about?

My bank accounts.

They are all frozen.

My parents' and the foundation's,

go figure, all my properties have been seized

while the investigation on Pablo's scams

is carried out.

We can't even use our cars, girl.

They drove us here in a thing my dad discovered.

It's called Uber.

That one.

And so we are in this old house that was my grandpa's...

when he started from the bottom.

Yeah.

These are our roots.

This situation is very hard.

Come in.

Very hard...

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Hello, good afternoon.

They have to light a fire

because the house is really cold.

There is no heating.

- What? - She means the chimney.

Yeah, in fact, excuse the musty smell.

I guess that's what poverty smells like.

Oh, stop it.

Stop saying you're poor, because you are not.

Besides, Manuel Alejandro

has something very important to tell you.

Fine.

Please, come in to your humble abode,

I'll make some atole.

Oh, God!

I knew Madrigal was behind all this.

Sure, that's why he was so interested.

He was Pablo's associate. That must be it.

I told Jatziri those people are very dangerous.

Why does he call you Jatziri?

- I'll tell you later. - Agh!

Hello?

Mrs. Yazbek.

I'm calling from the hospital,

unfortunately, your husband has passed away.

I'm so sorry.

I'm on my way.

What is it?

From the hospital.

Pablo is gone.

I'm sorry.

Why are you sorry?

- Wasn't that what you wanted? - Yes.

Yes.

Damn it, you scared me.

How was your day?

I'm not in the mood, okay?

Mhh. You feel very sad

because you fired someone from the company?

The veto was necessary.

Mh!

If that's the problem,

I can get you a job in the company next door.

- No, that's not it. - So?

The problem is you and me.

I'm tired of going against the tide.

You don't want to be with me.

I don't want to be with you either.

Why don't we get divorced?

Yeah.

I want the divorce, half of the money for you

and half for me, end of story.

- Are you an idiot? - No, I'm not.

I won't get divorced.

You perfectly know how things are in the company.

I don't give a damn about it!

I won't get divorced.

We were married by the Pope in a live ceremony

in national television.

- Twenty years ago. - Yeah, because you wanted to.

And don't cry on me

because I'm sick of your scenes.

- No, this isn't a scene. - No?

You are having an affair with the girl in the leading role,

just like you did with all of them.

That's how we started, it isn't a scene, it's real life.

- See? - What?

Look at you.

Shh.

I'm getting divorced!

I don't need you to do that!

Did you know the law has changed, asshole?

He looks calm, doesn't he?

Of course.

He doesn't have to experience the poverty I live in.

Well, well...

Just who I was looking for.

Ma'am.

I'm sorry, widow.

Now, you'll have to sign the papers I need

to give your husband's associates

the money they were promised.

She won't sign anything.

We know you are one of Pablo's associates.

You'd better be quiet, man.

I know which Internet cafe

the information that filtered came out from.

And you don't give that look to me!

Or I'll open an investigation file right now

for your husband's death.

Suicide due to diarrhea, right? No fucking way!

You've got 24 hours to sign these papers,

otherwise, the three of you will end up in the fucking jail.

Calm down, girl. Everything will be alright.

♪ Of the Lord ♪

♪ All united ♪

♪ We happily sing The glory and hope of the Lord ♪

Manuel sings beautifully, doesn't he?

♪ Glory to the Spirit of God ♪

Everybody.

♪ I will praise ♪

♪ I will praise ♪

Girl.

Friend.

We have to keep saving face.

- How are you? - Fine.

Girl, your eyes are more swollen than usual.

- What's wrong? - I couldn't sleep.

How are things with Fede?

He won't talk to me. He vetoed me from the company.

What?

He vetoed me from my house.

- Really? - He vetoed me!

Girl, your deed will have to wait.

Because Mariloli's boyfriend

is upon us.

- What? - Yeah.

It turns out that Madrigal

was my husband's associate.

♪ I will praise ♪

And he's even threatened me

with opening an investigation file for me

if Lucía doesn't sign some papers

to give him all her money.

- Can you believe it? - Every cent.

Girls...

our dream will never come true.

♪ I will praise ♪

♪ I will praise ♪

♪ I will praise ♪

♪ I will praise ♪

♪ I will praise ♪

♪ I will praise my Lord ♪

♪ All united ♪

♪ Happily we sing ♪

♪ The glory and hope Of the Lord ♪

Come on, everybody!

The papers?

What the fuck is this?

Why didn't you sign them?

Do you really think I am going to give you my money?

My family's money.

My poor people's money.

If we aren't scared of anal bleaching,

why would we be scared of you?

Fucking fat man!

The media is on my side.

Don't you think they'll believe me

when I tell the press,

"Look, this man is blackmailing me

because I saw him killing my friend's husband!"

Should I call Paty Chapoy? She'll pick up right away.

- Should I? - Fucking bitches!

You three are doomed.

Oh, ma'am.

Ugh! Agh!

Oh!

Thanks.

Here are your papers.

You've nothing to worry about.

Thank you.

But he was your boyfriend.

He was an asshole.

The worst of all.

He wasn't just investigating you,

but me.

I won't let anybody

takes away the freedom I've earned.

No.

No fucking way.

This is going to be more expensive.

All your bullshit has been solved.

You can rest now.

Mr. Romero, how are you?

- Very well. - Here are the papers

so you can put everything in order,

- please. - Mhm.

And I'd appreciate you do it as soon as possible.

I can't keep seeing my parents living like paupers.

Picos...

Hold on, Felipa. Get out of your lair,

I've got a job for you.

They have vegan toast now.

Good thing, girl, I told you.

Hey, Manuel Alejandro did a very good job, right?

- Look. - Mhm.

This says, "The chief justice

Rafael Madrigal

and a former cop who became a hitman

were found stabbed in a ditch.

Apparently, they had ties with drug cartels".

Look who's here!

Sweetheart. Darling.

- Can I sit down? - Sure.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

So, did you like it? May I?

- Thank you! - Yeah, sure. Bon appétit.

So, the three for two is over,

and the time for the soap operas queen

has arrived.

Just tell me what can I help you with and how.

I...

I just want to know,

when and where can I catch him red-handed?

Mhm, very well. I just came to say hi.

I have to go.

I've got other businesses.

- See you. - Thanks.

- I'll check that. - Bye.

- Oh, I love him. - I think he got a haircut.

Doesn't he look better?

Hello?

I know where Mr. Fede is.

Get over here, I'll send you the location.

Are you sure you don't want me to intervene?

I'm sure.

This is my moment.

Tell me...

do you want to be a star?

You're my star! Sure!

Sure!

Oh!

Cut!

We got it! Excellent.

Ma'am,

it's an honor to work with you.

You are a leading actor.

- Thank you. - On the contrary.

You looked really intense.

Did my eyes look big?

Really big, it was impressing.

Who would have said you are the villain of the hour?

- I just needed an opportunity. - Mhm.

Thank you very much.

No, thank you for your discretion.

Very well, excellent.

- Thanks. - Congratulations.

I am Marisela de la Peña and I never forget a betrayal.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Boss,

shall we start opening the champagne boxes?

No, wait until I finish singing.

They might get wasted before listening to me.

Partners...

do you like our place?

It is a hit. Cheers to that!

- Cheers, handsome. - Cheers, partner.

Look.

I uploaded it two hours ago

and I've got three million views.

Besides, they doubled my wage in the company.

Girl, you're unstoppable. The new Tiktok queen.

Totally.

It's a shame Fede couldn't see your success

on social networks.

His accident was awful.

Oh, well.

He died with Samuel by his side.

Aw!

Besides, he didn't have...

- Hi! - Mariloli!

Hello, well done, my girls!

- You did it! - We did what we could.

How are you?

Aren't you going to introduce your beau?

Of course, he is Emilio.

We've just arrived from Los Angeles, we went

to Madonna's concert.

Wow!

It was awesome.

But, hey, I'm glad to see you.

I'll leave you so you keep enjoying

your life.

Mariloli...

he's gorgeous.

And the best part is he's 41 years old...

Oh!

Like me.

Oh, Mariloli.

- Bye, girls. - Bye.

I love you. Have a blast!

Hey, partners.

- How do you like the service? - It's wonderful.

My song is coming next.

Do we sing it together, Jatziri?

It'd be my pleasure, Manuelito.

Wow!

I'll be right back.

Door is over there! You can leave any time!

I don't give a fuck, you don't get it!

I don't give a fuck about you or your opinion!

Let me go! Don't touch me!

Call us if you need us.

Thanks.

To the freedom of every woman.

To the poor and our new house at the beach.

To us and our new life.

Cheers!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Jatziri.

What a cool song!

♪ I come looking for you ♪

♪ And I can't find you ♪

♪ Your friends have told me Why ♪

♪ When I arrive to the party ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I saw you kissing With someone else ♪

♪ You have no shame ♪

♪ I don't want it, But ♪

♪ I have to forget you tonight ♪

♪ You said you loved me ♪

♪ That you wouldn't forget me Easily ♪

♪ Give me back my picture ♪

♪ It's over ♪

♪ It's the end ♪

♪ Is it the end? ♪

♪ Of our love ♪

I don't want it to be the end.

♪ It's the end ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Of our love ♪

♪ It's over ♪

Encore! Encore!

Let's go, everyone.