Gasoline!
Cata?
Cata!
Cat!
Crista, it's been two hours!
Dude, it's tiny, and there's no hot water.
Kids, where's your dad?
And where's Cata?
Dad went job hunting. Cata's not here.
Not even to make breakfast.
This is a nightmare.
For real, Mom. Give yourself a pinch.
I don't even have data.
Cata. Come.
Come get your delicious tamales.
I'm already hungry.
Om!
BABY JESUS BARRIO LOCAL MARKET
That's the new neighbor ringing her gong.
Yes, the one who just arrived and claims she's a natural blond.
So who is she?
She's not that important.
What's important is that the López-Salcidos are back in the barrio.
That's right.
A kilo of tomatoes, please.
Just grab them.
Did you hear me, Elvira?
Elvira.
She must be playing dumb because it's a tiny order.
-I bet. -Can I have 20 kilos of tomatoes?
-Elvira. -Hi there.
-Hello. -Can I grab a lime, please?
-You got it, girl. -What's up, Raquel?
I was here first. You think your ass is transparent?
Whoa, who are you?
Tina. Dolores's daughter.
I'm sorry.
I didn't even recognize you after being gone for so long.
But you remember her sister, Leo,
the one who didn't talk to us after moving to that huge house?
Carmen Salinas never forgot her barrio.
-Right. -Nor did Cuauhtémoc Blanco.
And he moved to Morelos.
That's far.
I can't speak for my sister, but I've never denied my roots.
Lady Elvira, looking good. Did you get something done?
I have melasma.
That crazy woman is at it again.
Is your neighbor really crazy?
Sell me a kilo of avocados, and I'll tell you everything.
Anything for your account.
Fill it up.
They say that the Blond…
speaks in tongues.
-Yes. -What does that mean?
Ever hear of amaranth?
Or Spanglish?
Sure, I have. Check it out.
Tomato is ketchup.
What you said?
Oh my God, I bet Mariana's posting awful things about me.
Crista, dude, what will we do if we run out of toilet paper?
Get real. I ran out of data.
Listen, Cris. Look into my eyes.
We need more important things now,
like toilet paper, so we don't have to wipe with socks.
What are you talking about?
I saw an Instagram meme about poverty life hacks.
Don't scare me, please.
Relax, I'll fix this.
This is an opportunity to put my leadership skills to work.
Shit, it's like Survivor México.
RIGO EVENTS EVERYTHING FOR YOUR PARTY
Hey Neto! What's up, compadre? How have you been?
-Great. -Right on.
Excellent.
I came to offer you my services while my situation improves.
Okay, cool, come on in.
What's your business?
I started Rigo Events
organizing clandestine parties.
And look at me now.
I do weddings, baptisms, quinceañeras,
proms, bachelor parties, cock fights, you name it.
I organized Janet's First Communion Party.
Wow.
I should've featured you in Faces.
We hadn't met yet, compadre. But come on in.
Have a seat.
Tell me.
Well, listen,
first thing that comes to mind is…
rebranding.
Remake your whole brand.
I'll need an advance on my salary.
About 250,000 pesos would do.
About 250,000 pesos?
Slash a zero and divide it by two. I'll pay that.
Rigo, that barely covers the rent for the…
cottage you've lent me,
plus a trip or two to the supermarket.
I'm helping you out here.
In that case, forget it.
Completely forgotten.
I'll look for money elsewhere.
Go right ahead.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Cata, why are you here?
Why didn't you come to work?
Well, since you can't pay me anymore,
Mr. Rigo hired me.
-Cata! -Hi, Mr. Rigo.
Welcome to your new job.
Thank you so much.
I guess everyone realized I'm not rich.
You're my only follower.
Why did you unfollow me?
There are no posts with your girl, Belinda.
She's not Belinda or my girl. Well, she almost was once.
So you grabbed her boob?
No, not exactly.
One time she thought we were being mugged,
and she held my hand.
See? You're so lame.
Pablo!
Crista? You finally left your house?
I wanna use your data to see what they're saying about me.
Okay.
Okay, I'll give you data,
but only if you post a story about me so I can get my followers back.
Forget it. I mean, we're best friends, but I can't be seen on any account.
No post, no data.
I must do something.
The barrio is giving us the cold shoulder.
I know, right?
I had to make up a story just to buy avocados.
-Weird, right? -Oh no.
At the butcher, they told me to wait in line when it was empty.
No.
They took away my salt shaker at the tortilla stall.
And I lost all my followers.
They're bitter
because Leo didn't invite them to Janet's First Communion.
Hey, stop blaming Leo!
-She'll come to haunt you. -No!
-No. -Hell no.
Anyway, we gotta do everything we can to win them back.
We can say Dad forgot to send the address.
-Yeah. -No.
We explain nothing. Here's what we do.
We're gonna throw a hell of a party, like only we know how.
How? We're broke.
Don't fret. I know someone who'll help us.
This is gonna be a party to blow their minds.
Auntie!
Her inner López is showing!
-López? -López.
-Let's go. -All right.
López!
Right on.
Ernesto, we need you to get a job.
I asked my compadre, but he offered me peanuts.
What? I can't believe you turned to that third-rate vendor.
Look, honey.
I promise to start my own business while we're here.
It can't be that hard.
If Rigo did it, so can I.
That's why I fell in love with you.
You have such manly poise.
By the way, Rigo hired Cat.
What!
First that low-life puts us in this dump, and now he steals my Cat?
Actually, he's letting us live here.
He hired Cat because we can't pay her.
Your new business better make enough to rescue Cat from that thief.
I'm not playing the maid while we live here, understand?
Good.
Get the lights.
You can't do that. That's what street markets are for.
Like the shopping malls in Houston, except on the street.
And instead of burgers, they sell fried corn.
What's up, Neto?
Selling all your treasures?
I really need cash to set up my business. But I'll hit the street market.
Got cash to rent a stall?
You gotta pay to sell on the street?
Good one.
Toñito!
Bring me the tweezers, please, my love.
Winter, Mom. Call me Winter.
Winter, Spring, Summer, whatever!
Good morning, ladies!
Good morning.
I'm throwing a big party, and you're all invited.
It's to celebrate our return to the barrio.
And the re-opening of the Dolores restaurant.
Wow.
We're all so busy that we won't be able to make it.
Right, girls?
Right.
See, it's some friend's first cousin's nephew's First Communion, right?
That's right.
Over in Uppity Heights.
Surely you know it well?
What a shame.
You'll miss out on a feast.
I even slaughtered a lamb.
Two lambs. We're going all out. Everybody's coming.
Even that blond neighbor of yours?
If she goes, then so will we. Right, girls?
-Yes. -You bet.
Of course she's coming. We're as thick as thieves.
Who's the thief?
She is.
See you then, beautiful ladies.
-All right. -Goodbye.
Bye.
-What do you think? -Do you buy it?
No GPS, so I drew a map of the barrio, but I can't find the supermarket.
Because there isn't one.
Then where do you get your groceries?
The street market or Mrs. Lulu's shop there.
How will you shop without money?
By using the basic technique of bartering.
I'll get goods by trading my networking ideas.
No, Diego. They only take cash. Mrs. Lulú is a Rottweiler.
-She'll bite you. -Wow.
I love a good challenge. This won't be easy.
Why the long face, buddy?
Don't feel glum, Neto.
I haven't sold anything.
Your prices are too high, man.
The locals are used to paying little.
Listen, what I'm selling is priceless.
I mean, for example.
Cabañas's jersey when he played for America.
This one. Mexico, 1970. Signed by Pelé.
Pelé.
This is sacred.
A patch of grass from Wembley, when Mexico won the Olympics.
Don't be bummed out, Neto.
I'll help you out of this mess.
I'll buy it all.
Really?
Deal.
I'll give you a deal on the Cabañas jersey, 20,000.
This one, Pelé… 50,000.
And…
All of it for 500,000.
Slash a zero, divide it by two, and we have a deal.
In installments.
No.
You can't be serious.
Aren't you short on cash?
I don't mean to put you out,
but I'll need to collect rent for the house
and this little corner I'm lending you.
I wonder, will your family have enough to eat?
And I say to myself, "I don't think so."
And then I ask myself, will they have enough toilet paper?
And I say to myself, "I don't think so."
Imagine the smell.
I don't know. Think it over.
Your shop is well stocked.
But try rearranging the products.
Basic necessities like electric toothbrushes,
I'd put them out front.
I don't carry those.
Oops. Sorry.
-Will you pay? -Yes.
How about I pay you with some ideas for your business?
For example, a free course on how to better treat your customers?
Are you the son of the Blond who just moved in?
Yeah, sort of.
Is she really Thalía's personal assistant?
Thalía?
Yes, she comes over all the time.
Take anything you want, on credit!
Thank you.
We'll sort it out later.
This too.
Take a bit more. There.
Thank you so much.
I'll drop by later, Blondie.
Diego, that's cheating.
She just thinks Silvia knows Thalia.
No, my rapport took over.
What?
A marketing technique. It builds trust instantly.
That's why I'm trusted.
Let's head over there.
What for?
Special shampoo and hair treatment.
Don't take more than you need.
Why? My talent got me the goods. I deserve abundance.
Talent? It's because you're a whitey.
I'll prove it.
-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.
I'm Diego Espinoza.
I'm here to try out your products, if that's okay.
I can give you sales and marketing tips.
You got it, Blondie. Take whatever you like on credit.
Come on in, cutie pie.
Girls, help the young man, please.
How are you, Mrs. Raquel?
If you let me try your products,
I can give you tips on--
Listen, darky.
No scruffy chicks allowed. If you're not buying anything, beat it!
Scram.
You know what I heard?
That allegedly she's the wife of a hitman.
My God, or a drug lord's woman.
Yes, well, look who's talking.
Hello!
Om Shanti!
Listen, y'all.
They say the Blond is an albino sorceress.
Yes. And that she's from Eastern Russia.
-From far away? -Very far away.
They say she's a bit loopy.
-Really? -Completely.
See? What did I say?
That ain't normal.
No!
I'll tell you the whole story for a small donation.
-You want a donation? -Just a little something.
Thank you so much.
You're too kind, really.
Well, the story goes like this.
In the Far East, there once lived a blond.
No. There lived many blonds.
They could bewitch men with just their gaze.
NO WATCHING PORN
BATHROOM BREAK
I heard Crista Espinoza Montero lives in a poor neighborhood.
PABLO, SOS! I'LL POST! PLEASE HELP!
Deal.
Post a photo with me, and I'll make you look rich.
In other words,
this woman is unfathomable.
Yes.
-Who here has Netflix? -I do.
María la del Barrio 2 is in the making.
Excuse me.
I'm gonna invite Blondie to tomorrow's party.
We're like two peas in a pod.
You'll see.
-Look. -Go for it.
Wait and see.
-She won't answer. -Yeah.
She must be in the bathroom.
Blondie.
She let her in!
Help, those zombies are planning to absorb me into the lower-class.
Please call 911 or whatever.
-She let her in. -She's friends with Thalía.
Very close friends.
Don't be paranoid.
They want to meet you to see if you're a natural blond.
That's a lie. You all have trashy chips telling you to attack us.
We're not zombies and we don't eat chips, so come to my party tomorrow.
You'll meet the neighbors and see how nice they are.
I'm not going so you can display me like a circus animal to them.
I'd never do that, Blondie.
The former president's daughter said it best,
you commoners are full of envy.
So shoo.
Get away from me.
-I'm just trying to help. -No.
I'm not going. Those people stink like public transportation.
Forget it.
Do svidaniya, bye. So long!
That patchouli is a classic.
So?
Is the new neighbor coming to your party?
Residents of the Baby Jesus,
the Blond confirmed she's coming to the López-Salcido party!
I have a question. Is she bringing Thalía?
She might be on tour.
But she probably will!
Why put the Espinozas next door?
Did you forget she's unbearable?
Sorry, Tina. It broke my heart to let Neto's family go homeless.
What can I do to make it up to you?
Take you to dinner?
You think that will repair the damage?
I'll need more than dinner from you.
DJ, dance floor, party favors, food, and a lot of booze.
I'm throwing a big party
to reclaim our spot in the heart of this barrio.
That clear?
Yes.
Look at this. It would be perfect for my makeup.
It's yours if you want.
It's for you.
Thanks. I can go in alone. Thank you.
Chivis, why is there a crowd outside our petit chalet?
That riffraff wants to see how we live.
The royal British family has private security but we sure don't.
Can't we put up a gate?
I promise we'll have a gate up soon.
And I swear we'll move out, even sooner than that.
Yeah? Look.
I brought take-out.
Did you get my vegan bowl?
All they had was noodle soup, potato pancakes, and Russian salad.
Why?
And a horchata.
I miss Cata!
-No. -It's made from rice.
It's so gross.
I thought about that too and placed an ad.
"Wanted. Domestic worker willing to work…
for free."
Who are all those people?
The common people who want to meet me.
Agustina's throwing a party. I'm not going even if she drags me.
Wow.
-Tere was right. -What was she right about?
I got free stuff because you're a celebrity here.
Even samples of your French moisturizers.
Which means, you can get something even juicier.
Might as well before we move out, no?
We have a great deal! Get in on this promotional offer!
Get your personal hat with blond hair that flows in the wind.
Buy it now on sale!
Go ahead. Step right up.
Get your own!
Let's hear it for the lady, the very legend herself!
Come outside!
As a token of goodwill,
get your bottle with a photo of the mysterious Blond!
Come and get it!
Wave at her!
She thinks she's royalty.
We must do something to regain their approval.
I invited the Blond to the party,
and that riches-to-rags had the gall to say no.
What are you going to do?
Let them think Silvia's coming.
They'll forget about it.
We put a double dose of rum in the punch.
It won't matter if the witch comes.
-Right? -You're absolutely right.
You'll see.
Get in on this special offer!
Want to meet the mysterious Blond in person?
Buy your tickets
to talk to the Blond at our López party.
And for an extra 200 pesos,
you get a photo with her.
-Who wants one? -Me! I want ten.
This'll be better than the patron saint's festival.
That's what I'm talking about! How many?
Ten, here we go. Five? Come on.
Neto!
How's it going?
Well, the whole idea of moving out soon
won't be so soon, so I'm offering you more merchandise.
Perfect! Look, we're almost sold out.
200 PESOS INSTALLMENTS
You said I couldn't sell that high.
You couldn't.
-But I can. -Okay, I'll count it.
Compadre, it doesn't matter how much things cost.
It's how people pay for them.
Buy your favorite fan jersey
interest-free, with weekly installments as low as 50 pesos.
Okay. Here you go.
So? How much for your junk heap in the back?
No, this is…
for the children at the orphanage.
I'm here with my good friend, Pablo López.
I know my absence
has led to gossip about my whereabouts.
But fret not, Crista fans, I'm still living my best life at the beach. Cheers.
You got Acapulco on the roof--
-Uncle, what are you doing here! -No, please no!
-Don't mind me. -Get out!
-Get out of here! -I can't even use my own roof.
-Fuck. That was live! -No.
What happened?
I told you not to go live. You used up all my data.
She can't take frustration.
She's mad because I'm white?
She's like Tenoch Huerta, and you're more Chumel.
Then she should appreciate me.
I'm a white boy surviving in subhuman conditions.
What do you recommend?
Make up with her at the party. Tere is more relaxed when she drinks.
I suggest you stop being on radically opposing sides.
Only idiots do that.
CHAKA AND FIFÍ BELINDA AND NODAL
Belinda and Christian Nodal?
I was swindled again.
Rigo bought all my memorabilia for cheap and then sold it for much more.
Seriously, Ernesto?
Weren't you going to make money?
Yeah, but I lack the expertise
of people with real experience.
I started out by inheriting the ad agency as the owner.
I had no idea what it was about.
But now I understand.
The key is to sell high in tiny installments to poor people.
Right. Now I know how Salinas Pliego made his fortune.
I have much to learn from my compadre.
No. The last person you need to learn from is that street peddler.
Ernesto, please.
What if our friends find out you're working with someone like him?
Chivis, leave it to me.
I know what I must do.
You better.
Get the lights.
You opened my eyes.
When it comes to poor people,
we sell things that look expensive but are cheap.
Exactly!
People want what they can't afford for less than what their neighbors paid,
so they can flex on them during Mass.
That's why I wish to work with you. To learn!
Excellent.
Welcome to Rigo Events.
You're starting today.
Seriously?
Great, I have tons of ideas.
-For the rebranding of Rigo Events-- -No.
Take it easy.
I have another plan. Catita.
You'll be the new face of Rigo Events.
At tonight's party, you can do what could be called your debut.
No, I can't do that. If my wife sees me, she'll kill me.
Is she going to the party?
Good evening, everyone.
-What a stud! -Blondie!
-Strut your stuff! -Shake it!
How are my beautiful people?
We're celebrating the López' return to the barrio.
-Let's hear it for them. -Bravo!
Thank you!
Where are the single ladies?
Let's get started with hot stuff from our DJ.
Work it!
Who ever thought the neighbor had such nice legs.
Hey, Tina, where's the Blond?
I don't see her anywhere.
She's on her way. I'll go get her.
-You go. -I'll fetch her.
-Tina. -What?
Why isn't your blond friend here?
I sold a bunch of photos of her, and they paid in advance.
Yeah, she's not coming.
Why not!
-Shut up! -We must do something.
They already hate us. I don't wanna go back to jail.
It's okay.
Stall them.
Trust me.
Trust?
Pablo, we need to talk.
Our video got a lot of likes.
Why not open a new account and pretend we're dating?
You sure? I'm pretty brown.
Belinda's dating Christina Nodal, and she's still classy.
We'll say I come to your barrio to visit.
Well?
On second thought, it wouldn't be so bad to pretend.
-Yes? -Yes.
I know what you want.
To use me so your people accept you. I'm not stupid.
If you weren't, you'd see it's a win-win situation.
What do I win?
Eat free at our restaurant in the barrio.
I doubt you serve vegan food.
You use lard in everything.
Tere.
I know you're a social outcast.
My success upsets you. It's not my fault.
Oh, Diego!
It wasn't success. They gave you stuff on credit.
Now you're in debt.
What?
"On credit" means you'll pay back. You owe a lot.
Pay, or they'll lynch you.
For real?
I'm warning you.
People will feel rejected if you don't come,
and this barrio can get really rough.
Wait a minute.
I know what I want.
I want you to tell that Rigo character
to give Cat back to me and pay her salary.
No.
Okay.
All right.
I'll talk to him. He's a sucker for this here body.
Five hours and photos with everyone.
One hour, and I'll only be in photos with whiter people.
My Cata!
Guess what? You can come back to work at our home.
I'm the barrio's local celebrity.
So? You can't pay me.
Rigo will pay you to work at my place.
I'd rather be a store clerk than a domestic worker.
It's like a step up.
I can't stand people with no vision. You'll never make it far.
Farther than your husband, because I now make more than he does.
Ernesto!
Chivis! Didn't you say you weren't coming?
What's this? Were you hired as an escort?
Shoo!
Darling.
The embezzled money isn't coming back. The accountant vanished to Guatemala.
We're going to have to adapt.
Princess Albino.
You need to autograph a few photos.
Over here, quickly.
Attaboy.
Hats!
The photo.
Go onstage with the Blond and give a killer speech.
-Okay. -Fine.
If they welcome us back, I'll make up with that cracker.
-Let's do this! -Go.
Ladies and gentlemen, the natural blond,
our Russian princess,
Chivis Espinoza de los Montero!
Let's hear it!
Here she is!
So, neighbor?
I convinced Rigo.
Shake on it?
What now?
They'll patch things up.
I hope you're right and we avoid a feud with your other sister.
Listen, a classy woman never forgets.
Hello, my friends from the Baby Jesus Barrio!
Thanks for attending this beautiful party.
I asked my assistant Tina to organize for me.
Thank you, the people of this beautiful barrio,
where we, the Espinoza de los Monteros, will be living for good!
Blondie, you traitor. I'm hosting this, not you.
Dear neighbors!
Oh no, here we go again.
Same old story.
Like the other sister.
No. Believe me, this one is way worse.
And everything is on me tonight,
including the López's refrigerator!
Blondie!
Hear that?
Subtitle translation by: Ana G. González Meade.