Original subtitles

Previously…

[Cris] We both realized that things were no longer working, and it's…

…better to break up now, so the two of us can…

…continue…

[both] …as friends.

[Cloe] Because Mama's taking me to school for the first time.

And it wouldn't be the first time. I've taken you to school.

You must be thinking of another girl.

[Cris] No, no, no, I missed the train. But don't worry, I'll get the next one.

- Could you please open it? - [intercom person] No.

- What do I do with her then? - But this week you're with Mom.

But I'm not. Mama's in Germany.

Your very first week with Cloe?

I'm telling you this as a lawyer. You will not stay friends.

- You lost it already? - Yeah!

I hid it so the tooth fairy wouldn't come and take it away from me.

It's better for you to keep it.

So when I'm with Dad,

it'll almost be like I'm still with you, too.

[clicks tongue] Dammit.

- [♪ dramatic music playing over TV] - [actor screaming]

- Sure you don't want to sit? - No, I'm good. Thanks.

Hmm. How about some water, Diego?

No, no, no, no. Carmen, um, we're on our way out.

- [sniffles, sobs] - [♪ somber music playing over TV]

[chuckles nervously] You promised you weren't going to cry.

I don't try to.

This is… this is really all tough for us too, son.

- [Diego] I know, Felipe. [sighs] - [sobs]

- [Felipe sniffling] - Hmm.

- Daddy! - Pinky!

- Papa, not again? - [TV cuts off]

- [breathes heavily] - Come, let's unload the dishwasher.

- How are you? - [Cloe] Good.

Good? [kisses]

Whoa, you're getting big.

- Hey. - [grunts] Hi.

Uh…

- How has the week been? - Really great. You?

All good.

Hey, should we get a yummy snack? Yeah?

- Come on. - [Cloe] Yeah!

I want to get a snack at tía's café!

- Or we could try someplace new. - No!

Can we? Please, please, please?

Yeah, fine, yeah.

- And you can come with us, Mommy. - Oh? [chuckles]

It is your sister's place, hmm? Not hard to get there.

- All right, I'm in! - [Cloe] Yay!

[chuckles]

- Please, no, please go first. - Yeah. No?

- You go. I… I just have to get my jacket. - Okay.

[♪ theme music playing]

Come on, let's go! Hey, hey! What's the rush? Jeez, she's fast, huh?

[Felipe sobbing]

Felipe, honey, come on, come inside.

- [sobs] - Come on, sweetie.

SHARED CUSTODY

[♪ upbeat country music plays on speaker]

Episode 2 THE MIRAGE

♪ Won't let your problems in my way ♪

♪ And, baby… ♪

- Leo, no cars in here! - Mama, he won't share!

Leo, give your sister the car and you play with the ball!

- [Martina] Give me the remote! - [Leo] No way!

Leo Soriano!

So, uh, your sister's managing better? No?

- [Martina] Give me the remote! - Well, it's a work in progress.

- [Lucía] Martina, I'm watching you! - [Martina] That's mine!

Hey, help me make sure these kids don't kill each other.

- Diego, you're good with them. - Sure.

Lucía, he's not their uncle anymore.

Why not? They're my niece and nephew.

No, we're separated, so they're not yours.

Okay, bye.

If you want them, that's on you, but they're not yours.

Hey. Hey, Leo, Martina, what's my name?

[both] Tío Diego!

- Hmm? - Well, suit yourself.

- Give me it! Not like that! Drop it! - [Lucía] Leo!

Okay, maybe they're mine only on weeks with Cloe.

Well, speaking of, uh, we need to renegotiate the weeks thing.

Diego, this week I almost didn't see Cloe.

Cris, going back and forth every two days is insane.

Well, I don't like this every other week thing.

If I have to travel for work, then I don't get to see my daughter.

- We need to do something more flexible. - We can be flexible, but I mean,

why don't we try it this way for a little longer?

It's only been a week. Come on.

- Okay. But it's not forever. - Mm!

- There are lots of ways to do it. - [Diego] Of course.

Even every day. It could be anything.

Sure, we could even switch every hour if you want.

You know, some psychologists say it's actually better for the kids.

- Yeah. - That way they don't feel separated

from one parent or the other. A week is an eternity for a child.

I don't know, Cris, everyone does it like this,

but yeah, maybe everyone else is wrong.

I don't care what other people do, Diego. It doesn't work for me.

It doesn't work for you? A-ha! It doesn't work for you.

Who are you concerned about, Cris? Cloe or you?

[basketball thudding repeatedly]

I thought we were divorcing so we could avoid fights like this, Diego.

Holy shit, Leo!

- For the swear jar! - I do not believe this. For fuck's sake!

I told you to go outside! [grunts]

All right, uh, they belong to you.

- That's fine. - [Leo] That's my car!

- [grunts] - [Leo] But it was a present for me!

- [birds chirping] - [Diego grunts]

- Uh, this is boring. - Well, Pinky, it's hard with one person.

- Then why don't we just call Mama? - [Diego] Nope.

Mama can't come. We told you why.

Are the three of us ever going to do things together again?

Of course we will.

Uh, look, we can do things together, uh, when we meet up to switch weeks,

- just like the other day. - Nobody's on the swing!

Better run then. Hurry! Don't let anyone get it!

[♪ uplifting instrumental music playing]

- [Cris] Okay, but be careful, huh? - [kids chattering, clamoring]

Pinky, smile!

So good.

[host over TV] So, the turtles of the Pacific

- make good use of the low tide… - [Felipe snoring]

…which after the warm summer months will eventually go up.

Here, they will lay more than a hundred eggs.

- [Diego] Come on, Pinky! Jump higher! - [Cris] Jump! Just hold on tight.

- [Diego] No fear, no fear. - Get a photo. That's just precious.

Smile for Papa.

All right, Pinky, right here. Smile, that's it.

- [camera shutter clicking] - Wow.

- Can I see? - It turned out great.

Well, let me see.

[Diego] Sweetheart, have some veggies. They're yummy. Eat up.

Cloe, look what Grandma has. So yummy. Look, croquettes.

More croquettes. Look, look, paella.

Remember when we saw… Look, look, look at this paella.

[♪ music continues playing]

[moans]

[instructor talking indistinctly over video]

[indistinct chatter]

[both chuckle]

[indistinct chatter]

[Cloe] Up! Up!

- [Diego grunts] - [Cloe giggles]

[Diego] Whoo!

[♪ music concludes]

[kids shouting]

- Papa, push me high! - Mm-hmm. [chuckles]

- What are you laughing at? - No, just work stuff.

- Don't you have weekends off? - I'm reading a text from Cris.

- Yeah. - [chuckles]

- [child screams] - Don't push too hard.

The poor kid's going to fly off.

Shit, dude. He's out to kill.

You guys sure have been chatting a lot now, huh?

I don't know, dude. It's… it's weird how...

I… These past couple of weeks have been fucking great.

[Cloe] For the swear jar, that's a bad word!

It's honestly like when we were first dating.

- Are you fucking? - No. What are you saying? Fuck no.

Swear jar!

Look, Diego, if you two get back together again now, I'll kill you.

Andrés, dude, I know, but we aren't even arguing.

- Fuck that. - [Cloe] Swear jar!

- Oh, fork that. - [chuckles]

Please. Only ‘cause you guys don't live together anymore

so you only see each other to do cool stuff with your kid.

A mirage, plain and simple. What's happening is,

now you don't argue about who washes the dishes or who cleans shit.

Well, you never argued about that because Diego did everything.

But you would argue again about the same shit you used to argue about.

- You know it. - Yeah, I know that,

- but I don't know. It's just… - [indistinct chatter on TV]

Cloe has fun and it's all just sort of weirdly good.

Like, how do people break up and just bitch about each other?

- Are you fucking now? - What? How could we possibly fu...

Hey, just hang on for a minute.

[groans] I'm sorry, it's impossible to get any privacy in this house.

[sighs] Where were we?

Oh, my God, you're fucking. Jesus Christ!

No, dude, how would we even fuck? Seriously.

We hang out with Cloe on the days that we have to exchange

- and that's really it. - [steam iron hissing]

[Bea] Yeah, I bet you exchange, exchange fluids, am I right?

Come on, tell me.

Hey, are you there?

[Cris sighs]

[exhales deeply] No, I don't even think about it.

In fact, it's the last thing on my mind right now, hmm?

I don't even want to have sex with myself. My Satisfyer is still in the box.

Anyway, things are so good right now that sex would just be stupid.

I'll get right back to you.

[♪ whimsical instrumental music playing]

Mama, please stop spying on me. Come on.

[Carmen] Honey, the neighbors can hear you,

and no one wants to hear about your dirty laundry.

Over this shit, dude. I have to get out of my fucking parents' house.

[♪ music concludes]

Hmm.

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[♪ music concludes]

We gotta go, Cloe, we're late. Move it.

- Isn't Diego coming to get her? - [Cris] No, we're going to the movies.

You three?

- Yes, Mom, us three. - But aren't you separated?

I mean, yeah, but we get along, we're good friends.

Well, if you get along, why'd you break up?

You're gonna confuse the kid, dear.

No, we do it for her, and Cloe is into it and I…

There's nothing more to say about it.

Let's go, Cloe. Did you pee yet?

Oh my God. I just pray she doesn't get pregnant.

- It's messy enough as it is. - [sighs]

Yeah, you better pray too.

- Abuela, tío, look at this. - [Diego] Mom?

[actor 1] It's beautiful.

- [Diego] Ma? - [actor 1] You are a princess.

[Susana snoring]

[actor 2] Are you giving it to me? Can I keep it?

[child actor] No, tío, I'm a princess…

- Mama? - [gasps]

I was resting my eyes. What do you want?

Uh, I can't find the keys to the car anywhere.

Uh, well, you can't take the car,

I have dinner and I'm going to the beauty salon.

- But why? You look perfect like that. - [gasps] Perfect? This bird's nest.

Well, I guess I… I'll take the bus.

- Hey, son. - What's up?

Isn't it too early to pick up Cloe?

Yeah, but first I'm going to hang with some friends,

uh, because Cris asked for a little more time,

because she wants to do something with Cloe.

She really bosses you around, and you let her. You're too nice.

Well, I better catch that bus.

I'm already late, so gotta go. Definitely, definitely going. For real.

Because, Mom, this bus just makes a big loop,

just through the whole… whole city.

Okay.

- Diego. - [Diego] Yes?

You're so nice that you're an idiot.

Hmm. Great. Thanks, Mom.

[♪ dramatic instrumental music playing]

[Diego] Check you later.

- [♪ music continues] - [horse neighing]

Here, Daddy, here!

[exhales, whispers] Sorry, my mom threw me a curveball.

You just didn't want to pay for the popcorn.

[chuckles]

Hey, just take one at a time,

because you guys have bigger hands than I do.

- [horse neighing] - Invictus!

- [audience laughing] - [♪ upbeat instrumental music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[♪ music continues over radio]

♪ We've been lost inside since your long… ♪

- [Cris] All right. - [Diego] We're here.

[Cris] Here we are.

Well, thanks for bringing us to the house.

- No, it's great. - Can Mama come in and play with us?

- I doubt that Mommy could come in, right? - No, there's no way I can, love. No.

Hmm. Plus, your parents are inside.

My abuelos? No, they're not.

- They had a dinner. - Ah.

You know, I've been looking for a box of clothes.

- Maybe it went with you? - Oh, well, maybe.

Of course, let's look.

Maybe just one minute.

- [Cloe] Oh, yeah. - [Cris] Just for one minute.

- [♪ quirky music playing over TV] - [bleats]

She's a pain in the ass.

- Sure, but she is your mother. - [chuckles]

I know she doesn't do it to be annoying, but come on.

I'm almost 40 years old

and she's still reminding me to go get my jacket. [chuckles]

- But you do forget it. - [chuckles]

My mom says she doesn't let Cloe watch soap operas,

but the other day in the bath, she started singing in Turkish.

- No! [laughs] - I swear.

Unbelievable. It's really something.

[both chuckle]

Well, now that we've talked shit about our mothers,

- should we talk about our dads? - No, no, no. Next topic. Not here.

- Wait, really? - Not in this house. No, no.

- Oh, Alberto. [groans softly] - No, no. I am not handling it well.

Well, at least you're enjoying your suffering in a mansion.

- Enjoying? - Hmm.

What do you mean? It's the suburbs.

I have no idea why you'd have a house in the middle of nowhere.

- It's absurd. - Well, I've been looking at apartments.

Oh? By your parents, I'm sure. No?

Well, sure. It's one possibility.

- And you? - [sighs] Me what?

Are you planning to move into the apartment on Gran Vía?

- My mom's place? - [Cris] Mm-hmm.

To be honest, I don't know. I haven't thought about it. No.

- Yeah, yeah. - I mean, I'll rent somewhere.

- Yes, I'll definitely rent. - Yeah.

But, damn, everything is so expensive right now.

It's like, I don't know, it's ridiculous by yourself.

[Cris sighs]

What's ridiculous is my work-life balance.

I realize now how much you did when we were married. [chuckles]

Hmm. How romantic.

- [Cris] You know what I mean. - For sure, for sure.

No, seriously, I… I owe you a lot for how you've been taking care of Cloe

since they made me project manager.

Only since then?

Well, for now and before. I think.

I think we both did what we could, hmm?

Hmm.

I'm grateful we never had to want for anything,

given how fucking expensive everything is.

But we were more than that, no?

[♪ sentimental instrumental music playing]

[Cloe groans]

- [whispers] Let's go, Pinky. - [whispers] Sweetheart.

- Let's go to bed. Yeah. - We're going on a trip. Here we go.

[Diego] Daddy's got you.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. You're so sleepy.

Hey, I'm going with you.

Wow, whose room is this? The Princess Leonora?

Exactly. Tell me about it. I don't have a room.

- All my stuff's in boxes. - [Cris] Here.

That's true.

- Oh, hey, the box. We didn't look for it. - We'll do it later.

- [Cris] Sleep well, my love. - There.

Okay. [breathes deeply]

[Diego moaning softly]

- Oh, no, no. It's too complicated. - Yeah, it's complicated.

- [Diego moans] - [door opening, closing]

- What the? - Yes?

- It's my parents. - Your what?

- Come on, hurry. - What's wrong? Stop that.

Do we have to hide like we were in college?

[Diego] No, of course not. Do you want to say hi to my mom right now?

- Not really, no. Let's go. - [♪ upbeat techno music playing]

[♪ music concludes]

[toaster clanging]

- Pinky, eat your breakfast. - [chuckles softly]

My God, how can she eat that?

- Looks like a brick to me. - Abuela, aren't you going to eat?

I'm intermittent fasting, honey. Us ladies have to watch our weight.

- Mama, please don't. - Don't do what?

- [Alberto] Good morning. - Morning.

Hey, son. Working hard, I'm sure.

Actually, I'm replying to an email that's very important.

A new client I'm meeting later today.

Watch out, ‘cause we're talking about a nationwide campaign,

so in no time I'll be able to get my own apartment

and then buh-bye for now.

Oh, uh, can you guys pick up Cloe?

Oh, I wouldn't be able to, honey. I'm much too busy.

Doing what, Mom?

- Well, stuff, honey, stuff. - And you, Pop?

- No, no, I'll be at the office. - But you're retired.

Yeah, that's rich. Without me, it won't run.

So, neither of you can help me today. You're serious?

I'm sure I can get picked up by abuelitos Carmen, and Felipe.

They can always get me.

Oh, we can too, my sweetheart. Right, Alberto?

[sighs]

- [indistinct chatter] - [keyboard clacking]

[knocking on window]

Of course. [clears throat]

- [Belén] Rafa got fired. - Really?

Mm-hmm. Mauricio just told me.

And guess who they want as technical director?

[both chuckle]

What's wrong?

Another offer? You're leaving us.

No. No, no, no, no, no. I'm not. It's just… it's not the best time for me.

How much are they paying? It's ASC, isn't it?

No, no, not at all, Belén. You know I'd tell you.

Okay, it's… I'm recently separated

and I need to spend more time with my daughter.

[sighs] Cristina.

Listen, you want to advance in this profession?

- Yes, I do. - [Belén chuckles]

Then let me give you some advice.

- I have three children. Did you know that? - No.

Of course not. I've never told anyone.

Do you see photos of my kids here, huh? Look, no?

- No photos. - [grunts softly]

Never, ever use your kids as an excuse here,

or people will think you're a typical mom

whose kids get a few sniffles and just calls out of work.

Dads get points, moms get punished.

If you need to think about it, bend the truth.

Say it's an offer from ASC. Plus, they'll pay you more.

Oh, I don't need to think for a second. It's mine and I've earned it.

Perfect. So go on, finish that report for me.

And take the afternoon off.

You won't get many of those from now on, right?

Ah, and you breathe a word about my kids… [clicks tongue]

No, God no. You got it. [chuckles]

[cellphone ringing]

- Hi, Cris, how are you? - [Cris] Hi.

I'm happy you called.

I've been meaning to call you to talk about the other night. [chuckles]

- Oh, no, no, I didn't call about that. - Oh?

I have the afternoon free. Should we do something, us three?

I actually just… I… I have a meeting with a new client

- and my parents are picking up Cloe. - Oh, that's perfect.

Just tell them not to go. I'll get her.

- Well, I already asked my parents, Cris. - So what?

It's better that she spends the afternoon with her mother

than her grandparents, right?

They probably haven't left yet. Just call them and let them know.

Uh, I don't want to bother them again. You know how they are.

Look, I really don't care.

I got the afternoon off and I want to spend it with Cloe.

I get it, Cris, but you know this week is mine.

- But you said you would be flexible. - No, of course I'll be flexible,

but if it's with a little more notice, not just an hour.

If you want, we can meet tomorrow.

Diego, things come up when they come up. I have time today.

Well, I'm not going to call my parents now.

Uh, they canceled their plans.

What plans, Diego? What plans?

Uh, Cris, it's my week, so it's my decision.

Yes, it's your week, but you said you were going to be flexible,

so if you're not gonna be,

maybe we should just switch every two days.

Cris, listen, I'm in a hurry, so I'm hanging up, okay?

I'm going to get her. End of conversation.

This isn't about what you want, Cris. My parents are going, period.

[car engine revs]

Diego? D...

[sighs]

[elevator chiming]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

- [Susana] Oh! Why is she here? - Who's that?

- Cristina. - What Cristina?

- [clears throat] - Why are you here?

- To pick up my daughter. - But it's our week.

Well, I am her mother. And the stupid week thing is done now.

Well, all I know is that Diego told us to pick her up.

Well, I'm sorry that he didn't communicate it,

but I told him very clearly I was coming.

Why didn't your son let us know? I have important things to do.

I don't understand. I'm going to call Diego.

- Hold this. Will you? - Wh… what's this?

[mumbles] Oh, please. Calling our son.

- [mumbles] Hold this. - Let… let's…

- Come on. Let's go, Susana. Come on. - No, read that.

At our association, we want a campaign

- that makes a big impact. - [Diego] Mm-hmm.

Capitalizing on World Diabetes Day, which just passed, as you probably know.

Oh, yes.

- To raise awareness, uh, the clear danger… - [cellphone buzzing]

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, I was saying, a campaign about the dangers and the triggers.

- [cell phone buzzing] - [sighs] I'm sorry.

Showing the dangers of the excessive consumption,

like junk food and highly processed products.

I'm so sorry. Would you mind if I take this?

It's the first time my parents are picking up

my daughter from school, and since I usually do it,

- maybe something is wrong. - Oh, go ahead, get it.

Please, take all the time you need.

And you could have told us if some other time worked better.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'll just be a moment.

[clicks tongue] Mom, yes?

- Yes, what's wrong? I'm in a meeting, Mom. - I like this guy a lot.

Fathers who take care of their children are always trustworthy finds.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm here for Cloe. She's in first grade B.

- I need your pickup card. - You need the card?

- I don't have it. - Oh, well, I can't work with you then.

Well, then don't help me, just let me pick up my daughter, please.

I'm sorry, I don't know who you are. I can't release the kid without the card.

Oh, here, señora. I do have the card.

- Excuse me. - [school staff] Good afternoon.

[Susana] Excuse me. Pardon.

[chuckles]

[kids chattering]

- Mommy! - Cloe!

[Cloe] Mommy!

- What are you doing here? - Picking you up, sweetheart.

But it's not your week.

- Hmm, hmm? Well… - What?

Hey, who gave you this junk food? They're not supposed to give you that.

[Cloe] No, Mama, but what did you bring me?

Uh, well…

- Mm! - These are gross.

It has chocolate chips. Why don't you just try it?

- Honey, what are you doing here? - [Cris] I'm here picking up Cloe.

Hey, sweetie. Isn't this Diego's week?

- [Susana] That's what I said. - [Carmen] Oh, hello.

- Hello. - What happened?

Our children, they can't decide anything.

[clicks tongue] Don't bring Diego into this.

- It's not his fault. - It is his fault, actually.

He didn't want to tell you what was going on.

You drove the poor man nuts, like last Sunday.

He was just killing, killing time until he could pick her up.

- Because you have plans. - Wait, didn't you see a movie?

Oh, lovely. She's at a movie, and their son is drowning in his sorrows.

- No, Daddy came with us to the movies. - No, honey, you're confused.

- Oh, look, that's them! Hmm! - Oh!

- [kids grunt, whine] - Just be careful!

[kids scream]

Hey, careful, don't jump! Hey, be careful!

- [Felipe] Hey! Oh! - [Martina] Abuelo!

Come on now, go have snacks with your cousins.

- But I want something else. - [sighs, groans]

Here, just screw it. Take this crap. Go on.

Susana, I'm not going to argue with you now.

Talk with your son if you want, he'll explain.

But if I decide that I'm picking up my daughter,

I'm within my rights to do so.

- True? - Yes.

Well, in the absence of a binding agreement,

Cris is the mother, so she has priority over us.

Well, since Diego is the father, you can discuss it with him,

- because he has the same rights as you. - Hi. What are you doing, Cris?

We said we would discuss it later, didn't we?

Excuse me, but you said that. I told you that I was coming.

- And I told you my parents were here. - [Susana] And thank goodness we were,

because they wouldn't let her get the child.

No, that's not how it is.

- Please, just calm down. - She relied on you to take care of Cloe.

- She didn't even bring her any snacks. - [Diego] Hey, please, that's enough.

My daughter works hard. She gets home late and has limited time.

- So, she sees her when she can. - We all have important things to do.

Yes, because I'm sure you missed your hair appointment to be here today.

Okay, please, please, please stop. Just stop.

- Can you? - I can.

- Let's go. - Yeah.

So, then, who's taking Cloe?

- Well, we are, obviously. - [Felipe] It's not that obvious.

Or we wouldn't all be here.

Okay, look. We're going to solve this between the two of us.

Yes, please. Don't get involved.

- Thank you. - But you're the one…

- You're the one involving us. - [Diego] Uh, Cris, please.

Cris, come on. This isn't the way to do things.

You said you would be flexible. One afternoon, Diego.

I asked for one afternoon to be with my kid.

Dammit, and you weren't even picking her up.

She picks her up one time, and now she's mother of the year.

- Susana, I can hear you. - All right, please, Mother. Please.

Uh, may I at least try to understand why you are doing this? What's going on?

I'm going to be technical director, Diego.

I want to spend all the time I possibly can with Cloe.

Oh, man, this is going to be even worse than when we were together, huh?

You'll jerk us all around even more.

Dammit, Cris, don't you see?

This isn't about the week, or the day, or the hour that we change.

Fuck!

You just want us to adapt to your schedule, don't you?

You're so selfish, huh? So selfish.

You're the most selfish person I've ever met in my life.

And you're the biggest coward.

You couldn't even pick up the phone and call your parents?

- All this because you're scared of them. - No, no.

- And you can't stand up to them. Yes, yes. - No, that's not true.

- No. - Oh, no?

Then how come they don't know we saw a movie together?

[Diego] Fuck, ‘cause it's confusing, Cris.

You know, I try so fucking hard to make sure that everyone else is okay

- and it backfires on me every time. - See? I can't stand this about you.

Always ready to play the victim like your mother.

- You see? She always has to pick on me. - [Alberto] All right, all right.

Why didn't you leave me sooner then, huh? Why didn't you leave me sooner? Tell me.

- You're the one who left me, Diego. - Fuck! Because you never loved me, Cris.

- [sighs] - [Diego sighs]

- [♪ theme music playing] - Shit. Cloe's looking at us.

Smile, so she doesn't know we're arguing.

- [chuckles awkwardly] - [Cris chuckles awkwardly]

Well, if that's really what you think of me,

- there's no point talking anymore. - Ah, no? Okay.

No, it will be better if we both find a lawyer.

- [Diego] Oh, look at you. Okay, yeah. - Yep.

Our lawyers can talk.

- From now on, okay, hmm? - That's good.

Yeah. "We are going to be friends," they said.

- [Diego] Pinky! - [Cris] Sweetheart.

- [kids scream] - [Felipe chuckles, groans]

Look how well they're doing, their two families getting along. So cool.

Uh, yeah, they really do seem to get along great, huh?

- [indistinct chatter] - [chuckles]

[Felipe chuckles]

[both chuckle]

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