Yeah. Don't even worry about it, Yol. I can take care of the whole thing.
A NETFLIX SERIES
Ugh! Of course, darling.
Okay.
Yes!
-George is very ill. -Is he going to leave everything to us?
No, but this means Yola can't organize the closed-community Thanksgiving dinner,
and I volunteered to do it.
But wait, honey. We really don't have the budget
for some huge production for Thanksgiving.
I mean, we live in this tiny house, and nobody would fit in here.
Even better!
Because Thanksgiving is all about culture shock.
And we're gonna make a dinner in a poor neighborhood
so that we make sure to honor the spirit of the festivity.
I get it. So we'll be like the pilgrims were,
and the neighborhood is the Native Americans?
Exactly. It's like a miracle on Thanksgiving.
But, except for your friends are gonna find out that we're poor.
It looks like I have my work cut out for me to fix this lousy patio.
And you guys are gonna help me do it.
Step right up! Step right up for holiday weekend sales.
Celebrate the end of the year. Treat yourself with butt-lifting leggings…
No matter how much holiday bread and dessert you enjoy this season,
it won't matter with our special Yay-Booty Leggings design.
-It'll look like you work out every day. -Excuse me.
Did you apply to use the patio?
I mean, did you notify the neighborhood association?
Yes, of course.
Here's the neighborhood association.
And that's how we do it here. You can talk to them.
Go away! You're scaring away my customers!
Come on, step right up!
Come one, come all!
-What? -Hmm.
Why are you just standing there? Both of you, let's go!
What are you waiting for? Stop playing dumb. Help your wife.
Put your back into it.
No. No, she took it way too far with those cement buckets.
I have to get rid of her tacky stall.
Wait, if Yola meets the Lopez family, they will tell her that we live here.
Ernesto, you're gonna have to get her out of here.
Me? What do you want me to do?
Well, you're in advertising. You create good ideas under pressure.
You just have to think outside the box, Dad.
Listen honey, I need all the money you've saved so far.
Mm-hmm. Or you can just ask Rigo for a loan.
Yes, yes, yes, because I have to hire Cata back.
And I want to rent her a uniform.
Ugh! And you. You're gonna cook the turkey.
Where am I supposed to buy it?
Just think outside the box.
Are you okay? You don't have to help me sell.
Don't you have anything to do?
Yes, I'm reading the apocryphal version of Don Quixote de la Mancha.
-You see, in Avellaneda's version… -Honey, stop.
It's important to go out a little more. Why don't you go hang out with a friend?
I don't have any.
Besides, books are better friends than friends.
Oh, honey. Look.
Our family is very sociable.
You're not going to be the exception.
Go visit Brittany, Rigo's daughter. She just got back from her mom's.
But Brittany's, like, 15.
Act more mature and go socialize,
or I'll hide the available book.
-It's Avellaneda. -Right.
Let's go! Enjoy your youth. Move it!
I think I need a pair of these.
It's honestly the prettiest thing I've ever seen.
Catita, they're perfect. You have feet like Miss Universe.
You say that to all the girls.
Ah, you think I massage just anybody? No, no, no.
Hey Cata, let's go the movies on Sunday.
I can't.
I have Mrs. Silvia's "Thongiving" dinner that day.
And what's "Thongsgiving"?
Ah, it's like a thong party?
No, dummy.
It's like an American Christmas in November.
Those Americans really know what they're doing.
They're always one step ahead.
Mr. Rigo's about to arrive.
Oh, that's right.
But it's going to be hard work.
Would you be able to help me?
Ah, sure thing.
As long as you promise me that we can hide in the kitchen
and make out all night.
I'm not so sure.
The ladies from the stuck-up gated-community
are going to show up.
Like Mrs. Ana Ceci, Ana Clau, Ana Pau, Ana Lu, and Ana Yola.
-But if you help me… -Mm-hmm.
…then, I promise I'll make it up to you.
Okay.
Ana Yola!
COME TO MY THANKSGIVING? NOVEMBER 22
I'd really love for you to come.
Diego, I don't want to be mean, but I'd rather drop dead.
Celebrating Thanksgiving in Mexico is like
an American setting up a Day of the Dead offering after watching Coco.
Besides, it's gonna be on a Thursday.
But I want you to come because I'm cooking the turkey.
You're going to cook?
Well, uh, I'll think about it.
But I'm not making any promises.
Why?
Brittany, Janet is here to see you.
You need anything?
-Mmm, no. See ya later, Dad. -Oh.
So, what are you doing here?
Well, my aunt sent me to socialize with you.
And is that your way of socializing?
I'd actually rather read.
Hmm. Oh, well.
That version of Quixote is good.
We could talk about it.
I can't. I'm going out with my friends.
-Wait, you have friends and like to read? -Of course.
One thing doesn't exclude the other.
Duh. Obviously.
Well, we could go to the bookstore after.
-They're reading Sor Juana's poetry. -No, no, no. Wait a minute.
I'm intelligent, I'm not a nerd.
Mm-mm. No. I don't get it.
I don't know what poot traffic is, Rigo.
No, foot. Foot traffic, Tina.
The more people pass by your stall, the more sales you make.
It's an effective marketing strategy.
Wait, so you want me to set up shop in your store during Thanksgiving weekend?
Well, it would be an honor for me if you would set up your stall here.
No. No, I'd be to embarrassed not to pay rent for it, Rigo.
No, consider it…
like an apology,
in case I made you feel uncomfortable.
All right.
It's a really good idea, huh?
Yeah. Well, I had good advice.
MENU OF THE DAY
What's with this gobbler?
Did you know that turkeys and gobblers are the same?
Oh yeah, so?
His name is Wiggles.
I chose that name because it's still young.
I want to cook it for Thanksgiving.
You're such a dimwit.
If you're going to give the gobbler a pet name,
it's going to be much harder to cut its head off later.
Wait, cut its head off? Me?
-Or are you going to be cooking it alive? -No.
-I wanted to ask you if you would cook it. -Huh?
Of course I'll pay you.
Someday.
Hmm.
Please! I need Tere to go to my Thanksgiving dinner.
Since she says it has nothing to do with Mexico,
I said that we'd cook a turkey of mixed race.
Well, I can teach you.
But you'll do the cooking.
Listen. I want you here at six in the morning and don't be late.
-But why so early? -My kitchen, my rules.
Oh fuck. You're in for it.
Yeah, no kidding, Pablito.
Both of my ladies here at the same time?
They're both gonna kill me.
Well, why don't you just skip the party?
Because I can't let Cata down. I promised her I would help.
If both of them see me at the party,
they'll realize I've been two-timing them the whole time.
I'll look like an asshole.
Ah, since when do you care about that?
Getting caught by one means getting caught by all. Remember that.
I like them both so much.
-Ah, fuck. -I don't get it.
Why don't you break up with one of them before the party
so you don't look like you're two-timing?
-There's a problem. -What?
-I've never been dumped by any-- -Don't you even worry about it
because I happen to be an expert at driving away all kinds of women.
Okay.
Yeah?
Janet, are you okay?
Listen, I can't believe it either, but I need a little bit of help from you.
Mmm.
You're so popular, pretty and stylish. And people want to be your friend.
What do you do when you ask someone to hang out
and then they reject you as a friend?
You have to act like Regina George.
Regina what?
You have to watch Mean Girls.
It's a movie for old people, but it's super useful.
The other girl should be dying to be your friend if you do it right.
It depends on who has the power.
That's so brilliant.
Leave it to me, I'm an expert.
Oh my God. They fit absolutely perfect.
It looks exactly like I got one of those expensive surgeries.
You know, the kind all the ladies from the gated-community get?
But cheaper, and no cutting. Right?
Here. Write your name down on the installment list.
I can't wait. I'm gonna wear them to Mrs. Silvia's party.
Wait, what party?
The "Thongsgiving."
What's that? Oh, it's a thong party!
No.
It's a party to remember when the pilgrims took over.
Ah, and who are they?
Who knows?
But Mrs. Silvia spent all the money that… that Mr. Rigo lent Mr. Ernesto
just on the decorations for the party.
She's gonna decorate the whole patio.
-You don't say. -Mm-hmm.
Oh, how nice.
How nice.
Thank you.
It's my treat.
Are you sure?
No, please. You're hosting Thanksgiving dinner.
Ugh, no, no, no. Of course not. It's no problem.
Don't forget the tip, darling.
Yes, that's right!
I'm just so distracted.
You're a really great friend. You know that?
When will I be able to host dinner?
-I'm practically a widow now. -Ugh, I know. I'm so sorry.
But now that I'm doing volunteer work in this neighborhood that's so…
Well, you know, so very quaint, I've learned to give everything
without expecting anything back.
I think the idea for a Thanksgiving dinner is great.
But why have it at that place instead of at your brand-new house?
Because, Yol. It's the whole experience.
Do you remember that one time
when Eugene exhibited her art in Ecatepec? Remember?
It's just like that.
You see, the idea is to truly see how the aborigines live.
Yes! Sounds like a great adventure.
-You're going to love it. -I can't wait!
Excuse me a sec.
Ah!
Hi, honey.
Confirming the patio is now free.
And my compadre Rigo lent me the money we need for the decorations.
You can plan your dinner, Chivis.
Ah, perfect. That's why I love you, Ernie.
I love--
That was Ernesto.
He bought all the decorations.
Are you sure you don't want me to pitch in?
No!
-No? -No.
It's not like I'm poor.
Of course not!
Ew!
MENU'S FIRST COURSE: NOODLE SOUP SECOND COURSE: WHITE RICE
-Diego! -Huh?
Wiggles! Your time has come.
Open up.
Ugh, you're so heavy.
Okay. Go on, get.
Okay, before we start, I need your help to mop everything.
-I waited four hours for that? -Mm-hmm.
Hey, aren't I supposed to mop today?
No. No, Mr. Fulgencio.
Diego really wants to learn how to cook.
Just leave it to him.
But…
Of course.
That's why she wanted me off the patio.
That damn schemer. I can't believe she tried to kick me out.
Okay, but throwing a foreign celebration, in Mexico is the worst part.
I would never attend.
And Cata said Blondie is inviting all her rich friends to the party.
Look. What exactly do they say when they break up with you?
-That I fall in love too fast. -Wait, wait.
"That I fall in love too fast."
-Uh-huh. -That I'm too intense.
Really? Inte… intense.
What does being too intense mean? Show me.
Watch.
-Really easy. -Yes?
Send Cata a message.
-A message? -Yeah.
Okay.
Hi, my precious Catita.
Now quickly, send her another one right away.
Wait, she hasn't read the first one.
Damn, she read it.
Now you can't text. You have to call her.
Call her? Like in the '90s?
Yes, right away, so she sees that you're really intense.
-Okay, I'll go for it. -Do it.
There.
How nice of you to actually call.
It's much more romantic, the old-fashioned way.
-Hang up, hang up. -Uh, sure, Catita.
I, uh, just wanted to say hi. Bye!
We have to think of something else.
-I got it. -What?
Falling in love too fast would scare off anyone, right?
-Yeah? -I guess.
-That's what I'm gonna do. -Right.
-Yeah. -That's good.
No, it's a group. I don't know how to fight.
We're not going to fight. Do you remember who I am?
Crista Espinoza de los Monteros.
-Are you sure? -Mm-hmm.
Hi, Brittany. You know who I am?
Yeah.
Jani and I are going to a nail salon tomorrow.
It's really cool. Wanna come with us?
Sure. Okay.
Hmm. Super. I'll send an invite.
Okay, okay. I'm switching the things that the Wampanoag used
to those things that the natives of the Baby Jesus use.
You know, the metal chairs with the logos,
bright-colored plastic tablecloths,
and the clotheslines.
Everything very realistic.
And I'll add lights to make it more eclectic.
Okay. This is what I can get from Rigo Events on a loan.
Oh my God.
Thank you! Thank you so much, Cat!
You are the best!
Oh, look at this.
How curious!
Ah!
Ah, it's all ghetto food,
and obviously,
we're gonna give thanks for the poor people.
And that hateful Agustina is not going to ruin my event.
I forgot to buy wine.
Well, what about, um,
a bunch of giant-sized beers instead of the wine?
Giant beers. That is a brilliant idea.
Yes. It matches with the doggie bags we're handing out.
Oh my God.
We're almost out of money.
Just get someone to vouch for us.
I can't do this anymore.
Oh, very good.
I'm done mopping the whole diner.
Can we make the turkey now?
Well, it depends. Show me your hands.
I haven't had my manicure.
These hands don't even have one callus.
Let me see.
You're gonna take this and wash all the greasy pots and pans,
and then clean the bathroom.
What? Why all that?
My kitchen, my rules.
When you're done, lock up. I'll see you here at six in the morning.
No, I don't think I can do it. I don't get it.
The more I act like a loser, the more Cata loves me.
Nothing is working.
When I said I was in love with her, do you know what happened? Guess.
-What? -She got emotional.
-Ah. -And then I said, "Hey Cata,
I dreamed that we had kids."
And look what she said.
-No way. -I can't believe it.
I'm sorry, but I gave you my best advice.
I know, Pablin.
But we forgot to consider something.
-What? -We forgot that I'm a chick magnet.
-I know. -Yeah?
There's one thing that women don't like.
-A guy who stinks? -Ugh! No, not that.
They don't like horny and sleazy guys. Yeah, they hate that.
Or when you give them a teddy bear.
And that's what Blondie has been planning.
And that's why Ernesto told you to bring me here to sell my leggings.
He didn't invite me to their dinner.
No. Of course not because they're embarrassed.
By the neighborhood.
I'm gonna crash that dinner
and sell to those stuck-up ladies who pay cash and charge more.
-How are you gonna do that? -That's where you come in.
Get them to invite you, and I'll be your plus-one.
Is that a good idea? I mean, what if we can't get in?
Jani, absolutely nobody can resist fashion or name-dropping.
Hey, what's up?
Hi, Brittany. I'm glad you're here.
Oh, and don't worry because they'll let us in.
I'm not worried at all.
Okay, cool. Yeah, Jani and I are ultra-VIPs at this place.
-Especially Jani. -Ooh!
You have appointments?
It's not necessary, you see. I'm Crista Espinoza de los Monteros.
Can you tell Dany Apellaniz I'm here? She's the owner.
-Monteros? -Mm-hmm.
Not here. And Mrs. Apellaniz never comes to work.
Check the list, we're VIP. I bet I'm on it.
No, not here.
Brit?
-Hey, how are you? -Uh, hey. Good. How are you?
Good. What are you doing here?
Hanging out.
Okay. That's good.
Do you know each other?
Brittany helped me with my college chemical engineering exam.
It's funny 'cause she's younger than me, but way smarter.
-Thank you so much. -No, no, no. It was a pleasure.
-You want in? -Uh, yes. Yeah.
Come in.
We're with her. She's our friend.
-Do you know them? -Um…
Not really.
-Yeah, okay. Enjoy. -Thanks.
What? You obviously don't know who I am.
I'm going to destroy you on Instagram.
Lend me your phone, I'm out of credit.
Lend it to me!
Now what? So we lost?
No! Look, we never lose.
Listen, Brittany is going to learn who is who.
Now what?
I did everything, ma'am.
This has nothing to do with cooking, does it?
You're pulling a Mr. Miyagi. I demand you explain the lesson.
The real one.
You are ready now, son.
You have now officially become a cook's apprentice. Good job.
Mmm.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
-Can we talk? -Mm-hmm.
Hey Rigo, I was thinking, um, uh,
I was thinking, right,
could you give me an advance on my Christmas bonus
for two or three years?
Only if you tell me what the advance is for.
The rules are very clear.
You can't keep secrets from the boss.
All right.
Silvia overspent on a big dinner for Thanksgiving.
And weren't you going to invite me, compadre?
I mean, the guide is extremely clear.
"All employees must invite the boss to all events,
especially if he is the one financing the feast."
Of course I was going to invite you.
Especially because you and I…
Ah, I'll give you the advance during the dinner.
Now, will there be anything else?
Then go back to work, employee.
I'm sorry. Seriously.
We only had a few days together, but they were very special to me.
Cooking for the ones that we love
is all about getting your hands a little dirty.
Listen son, I know it's hard, but you can't run away
when it becomes time to provide for your family or girlfriend.
Are you willing to do what you have to do for your loved ones?
I'm just kidding, son.
I left a big turkey marinating last night.
Besides, this little creature is starting to grow on me.
So…
But…
did you understand my point?
Someone might catch us.
That really turns me on, Catita.
-Um, okay. -I don't get it. What do you mean, okay?
You don't care that I'm a horny sleaze?
No, I love it.
No, no, no. Hold on a second.
Give me just a minute.
Okay. Here.
-What's this? -It's a present just for you.
Gross, Tomás.
Ugh! Seems you're doing everything…
everything for me to break up with you.
-No, no, no. What? -That's it, isn't it?
-You and I are over. -Ah!
Catita! Catita!
No kidding.
Finally.
Ah, wait.
Pablito.
Mission accomplished. I repeat, accomplished.
So now I'm just a one-timing creep.
Confront her.
You have to affirm your place in the neighborhood.
You have to be a little more Regina George and less Gretchen.
Very good, you did your homework!
Oh, hey.
What's your problem?
I know you think you're too cool for us, but listen,
there's only one of me around here. Get it?
Uh--
Is she always this intense?
Not really.
I mean, if this was a chess game, I'd have used the Petrov defense.
-I get it. I prefer the Sicilian defense. -Really?
Uh-huh.
-Explain your theory to me. -Look, I'll explain.
White pieces are supposed to be…
Janet, what the heck?
I understand perfectly.
I cooked a turkey with Dolores, and I learned that on Thanksgiving
turkeys and gobblers are the same thing.
They're always the same.
Are you coming to my dinner?
Just because you cooked doesn't change that Silvia will probably never accept me.
Oh my God. Yes, she will. It's Thanksgiving.
But remember the first Thanksgiving?
The pilgrims and natives shared a great dinner.
They even made a truce.
And then the pilgrims killed all the natives.
I mean, I don't want to be a dead native.
Well, if you gave me a chance, maybe you could give my family a chance.
Like me. I love your granny.
You called yourself a native, not me.
I never felt this way.
It hurts right here.
Here in my heart.
No, it's just your pride also.
-You still have Yola. -No.
I'm not interested in fancy.
All I want is my Cata.
Why don't you just say you're sorry?
-Say I'm sorry? -Yeah.
That's it.
That's it!
You're a genius, Pablito.
Yeah, but no kissing. Gross.
Crista!
Crista, are you all right?
No. No, I'm not.
It's not cool that you can't see that Brittany is a popularity parasite.
She'll never be your friend for real. Like, I mean,
she wanted to make fun of me.
I know.
Wait, it was all a plan to win over Brittany?
-Mm-hmm. -You used me?
Mm-hmm.
You're like Regina George. You make me so proud.
I learned from the best.
You reminded me that I could follow The 48 Laws of Power.
I mean, you could've written that book.
A book? Me?
Oh, Jani.
We can go to the poetry reading another day if you want.
Mmm. that sounds really lame, but okay.
Cata.
Forgive me, Cata. Okay?
I told you not to come here.
I already gave your uniform to Germán.
What?
No, no, no. Listen, Cata.
I came to apologize.
I know giving you the teddy bear was too much,
but, please, forgive me. Please give me another chance.
Listen, I'm going to forgive you because…
…it's Thongsgiving.
But not tomorrow, okay?
No.
Um, yeah, okay. Bye.
Yes!
Aw!
OMG!
I love it!
Thank you, Ernie!
This is so curious.
It's like, um,
the neighborhood meets the United States of America!
Yola is going to be like…
What the fuck?
Would you mind telling me what she's doing here?
Look, I had to invite Rigo, so that he'd give me my Christmas bonus early.
But I definitely never mentioned a "plus-one."
Friends are always welcome, though.
And, as I promised you, Ernesto.
-Careful. -Come on.
-Careful, guys. -Whoo!
Don't drop them.
Listen, this is my territory.
Yes, it is. 'Cause I won it.
No.
See, Janet told me all about your little "Tonto picking."
-Thanksgiving. -Whatever.
The penguins and the stuff.
Listen, you are the invaders, and we are the natives.
So I don't care. You have to put up with my stall.
Also, I bet all of your rich, high-class friends
could use a natural, but effective butt lift.
Uh, hey, I'll buy you out.
But go away.
-But my glasses? -And my dentist?
No, and what we owe for this dinner.
Do whatever you want.
Well, welcome to being poor.
You spent all the money on this party, even more than you had.
Listen up, family.
You can pack up all the merchandise for Blondie.
Sure thing.
This too?
Ugh! They'll be here any minute.
Sil, I'm so sorry, but we have to cancel everything.
Like, I'm really sorry.
The guests were scared to go to a neighborhood that's so… complicated.
-I don't get it. -We'll get together at your new house.
Huh? Did Yola just cancel?
Hi, girls. Let's go over to Ana Lu's.
Oops, wrong chat.
No, of course they weren't coming.
They probably know that we live here.
And Yola can tell a riches-to-rags story just by looking into your eyes.
Mm-hmm.
They have a new chat group without me.
Blondie, I understand you.
Because those women weren't supportive of my family either.
I was gonna take my family to a nice dinner
with the money that I made from my sales,
but how about I pay for your dinner and we stay here?
Hmm?
Uh…
Okay.
With all the fuss, we forgot the point of this entire celebration.
To give thanks and be in peace.
Well, actually, it all ended in mass genocide, so…
-Um, excellent. Let's eat. -Let's eat.
Yeah. Wanna come over? Come on, please.
Let's go.
It's steak.
With or without sauce.
-Is it really hot? -Anyone want beer?
Two. Two beers, please. Thank you.
I present to you, our mixed-breed turkey.
Ah! Yeah!
-Diego! -Yeah!
-Yeah!
Wow, it's huge.
-Hey. -Hey.
-Look who came. -Yeah, you know. Diego…
Dolores taught me that cooking means
getting your hands dirty for loved ones.
We have different roots, but…
remember we can always mix.
-Mm-hmm. -Bravo.
A chef and a poet.
-Way to go, Diex! -He's a poet.
Dieguito.
This doesn't taste the same.
I mixed the mole with Silvia's keto gravy.
It's fusion cuisine.
Well, not bad at all, my chef.
-Well done! -Yee-hee!
I'm not using up my calories on that.
Can someone hand me a bag of those chips from the take-out, please?
It's called take-out, so…
It's keto.
I must say, right now, we live in terrible times.
We don't stop to thank each other, and that's important.
Especially those who help us when we're drowning.
So, cheers.
-Cheers! -And everybody drink up!
So great to have everybody here together.
-Hey guys, did you open a diner? -Um, no.
We're sharing a turkey and there's plenty. Why don't you join us?
-Really? -Come on over. There's mixed turkey,
beer, and most importantly,
butt-lifting leggings.
Come on over!