Relax, Yol. I'll take care of everything.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
Yes, darling.
Okay.
Yes!
George is ill.
So he'll die, and we'll inherit?
No, but Yola won't have time to arrange
the Court's Thanksgiving dinner, so I'll be hosting.
We don't have the budget for a big Thanksgiving production.
We live in a tiny house with no room.
Even better. Thanksgiving is about a clash of cultures.
We're making dinner in a poor neighborhood
to honor the spirit of the season.
So we're the pilgrims, and the barrio is the Native Americans?
Exactly.
It's like a Thanksgiving miracle.
But your friends will find out that we're poor.
It's gonna take a lot to decorate that ugly patio.
And you're going to help.
Step right up! Just in time for Black Friday!
Get your booty-lifting leggings to look sexy for Guadalupe-Reyes!
Don't worry about how much you eat on the Day of the Dead!
Booty leggings will make you look like you work out as much as Blondie.
Excuse me.
Did the barrio committee give you a permit to use the patio?
Sure, they did.
I called dibs on the spot using these. Take it up to them.
Move. You're in my way, Blondie!
Step right up.
We got the goods.
What is she doing?
Why are you two standing there?
Don't play dumb, Ernesto. Help your wife.
Put your back into it!
She crossed the line with the cement buckets.
I must get rid of her tacky stall.
If Yola sees the Lopez family,
they'll tell her we live here.
-Ernesto, get her off the patio. -Me? What can I do?
Advertisers have good ideas under pressure.
Think outside the box, Dad.
I need all the money you've saved,
or ask that Rigo guy for a loan.
Yes, because I must rehire Cata and rent her a uniform.
And you're cooking the turkey.
And where do I buy one?
Think outside the box, Diego.
What's up? Don't you have anything better to do than watch me sell?
Yes, I'm reading the apocryphal version of Don Quixote.
-The Avellaneda version is-- -Look, Jani.
You need to go out more.
Why not go play with a friend?
I have none. Besides, books are better friends than friends.
Look, Janis.
We're a very friendly family.
You won't be the exception.
Go see Rigo's daughter, Brittany. She just returned from her mom's.
But Brittany is, like, 15.
Act her age. You either socialize or I'm hiding Avellana's Don Quixote.
It's Avellaneda.
Exactly.
Get moving! Enjoy your youth. Move it!
I need my own pair of these.
Prettiest thing I've ever seen.
You have Miss Universe feet, Cata.
You say that to all the girls.
You think I give massages to just anyone? No way.
Let's go to the movies on Sunday.
I can't.
I have Mrs. Silvia's "Thongiving" dinner.
What's "Thongiving"? A thong party?
No, you ass.
It's like a gringo Christmas in November.
Damn gringos know what's up.
They're always one step ahead.
Mr. Rigo is coming back.
That's right.
But the work will be exhausting.
Will you help me?
Well, of course.
As long as we can hide in the kitchen and smooch.
I'm not sure.
All the stuck-up gated-community ladies are coming.
Mrs. Ana Ceci, Ana Clau, Ana Pau, Ana Lu, and Ana Yola.
But if you help me, I promise to make it up to you.
Great.
Ana Yola.
COME TO MY THANKSGIVING? NOVEMBER 22
I'd love you to come.
Diego, I don't want to be rude, but no way in hell.
Celebrating Thanksgiving in Mexico is like
if a gringo got a Day of the Dead altar after Coco.
And it's on a Thursday, not a Sunday.
I want you to come. I'm cooking the turkey.
You're cooking?
I'll think about it.
But no promises.
Why not?
Brittany, Janet's here to see you.
Need something?
See you later, Dad.
So what are you doing here?
My aunt sent me to socialize with you.
And this is how you socialize?
I'd rather read.
Okay, then.
That's a good version of Quixote.
We could discuss it.
I can't. Going out with friends.
-You have friends and like to read? -Yes. They're not mutually exclusive.
Of course. Obviously.
We could go to the bookstore after.
-They're reading Sor Juana's poetry. -Slow down.
I'm smart, not a nerd.
I don't get it.
What's all this human trafficking about?
No. Foot traffic, Tina.
The more people pass by your stall, the more sales.
It's a marketing rule.
You want me to sell in your store on Black Friday?
It would be an honor if you'd set up your stall here.
No. I'd feel bad not paying you rent.
Consider it
an apology, in case I made you feel uncomfortable.
Deal.
-That's not a bad idea. -I have them from time to time.
DOLORES RESTAURANT
What's with the turkey?
Did you know gobblers and turkeys are the same?
Yeah, so?
This is Gobblette.
He's still young, hence the name.
I'll cook him for Thanksgiving.
Don't do that.
If you name the bird, it'll be harder for you to slit its throat.
Slit its throat? Me?
-Or are you cooking it alive? -No.
I wanted to ask you to cook him. I'll pay you.
Someday.
I need Tere to go to my Thanksgiving dinner.
Since she says it has nothing to do with Mexico,
I said we'd cook a turkey
of mixed race.
I can teach you.
But you're cooking.
I want you here at 6:00 a.m. sharp.
Why so early?
My kitchen, my rules.
You're in for it, dude.
Don't remind me, Pablito.
The two of them converging on me.
They'll kill me. I know.
Then don't go to the party.
I can't let Cata down.
I promised to help, but if they see me at the party,
they'll realize I've been two-timing them.
-I'll end up being a jerk. -Since when do you care?
Getting caught ruins it with every girl.
Besides, I like them both a lot.
Look at her.
Why don't you get dumped by one before the party, so you're not a jerk?
-One problem. -What?
-I've never been dumped. -I got this.
I'm an expert at driving away all kinds of women.
You're on.
Who is it?
Janet, what's wrong?
I can't believe I'm asking you for help either.
You're popular, pretty, and cool. They all wanna be your friend.
What do you do when someone rejects you as a friend?
That's a Cady or Regina George classic.
Regina who?
You must watch Mean Girls. It's an old people movie but very useful.
You see, the other girl should be dying to be your friend.
It depends on who has the power.
That's brilliant.
Leave it to me. I'm an expert.
They fit perfectly!
It looks like I got one of those expensive surgeries
that the women from Del Cielo Court get.
But cheaper and with no scalpel. Right?
Jot your name on the installments list.
Their debut will be at Mrs. Silvia's party.
What party?
The Thongiving.
What's that? A thong party!
No.
It's to remember the arrival of the pill bugs.
What are those?
Who knows? But Mrs. Silvia already spent
all the money that Mr. Rigo lent Mr. Ernesto for decorations.
She's decorating the whole patio.
You don't say.
How nice.
Thanks.
It's on me.
-Sure? -Of course.
-Allow me. You're hosting dinner. -No, I won't have it.
Remember the tip, girl.
Yes, that's right!
I'm so distracted.
You're a real sweetheart.
When will I be hosting a dinner?
I'm practically a widow.
I know, poor you.
But now that I'm doing volunteer work
in this neighborhood that's so… quaint,
I learned to give my all and expect nothing in return.
I think this dinner idea is great.
But why at this place and not your new house?
It's the whole experience, Yol.
Like when Eugene exhibited her art in Ecatepec, remember?
It's like that.
The idea is to see how aboriginal people live.
Yes! Sounds like a real adventure.
-You will love it. -Yes.
Excuse me.
Oh, hello!
The patio is all clear.
My compadre Rigo lent me the money we need for decorations.
You can plan your dinner, Chivis.
Perfect. That's why I love you, Ernie.
I love--
Ernesto.
He bought all the decorations.
So can I pitch in?
-No! -No?
It's not like I'm poor.
Of course not!
MENU OF THE DAY
Diego!
Gobblette, your time has come.
Open up.
You're so heavy.
Go on, get.
First thing,
you will mop the whole place.
I waited four hours for this?
I'm not mopping today?
No, Mr. Fulgencio.
Diego wants to learn how to cook.
Leave it to him.
I see. That's why she wanted me off the patio.
Sneaky snake.
I bet we embarrass her.
Throwing a foreign celebration is embarrassing. I'd never go.
Cata said Blondie's inviting her rich friends.
Okay. What do girls say when they dump you?
That I fall in love too fast.
"Fall in love too fast."
-Okay. -That I'm too clingy.
"Be too clingy."
What does being clingy mean?
All right.
-It's easy. Send Cata a message. -Yes.
-A message? -Yeah.
One sec.
Hi, my precious Catita.
Now send another one right away.
She hasn't read this one.
Damn, she read it.
I told you. Now you have to call her.
Call her? Like in the '90s?
Yeah, so she sees you're really clingy.
-Right. -Call her.
There.
How nice of you to call.
More romantic, the old-fashioned way.
-Hang up. -Yeah, Catita.
Just wanted to say hi. Bye.
-Let's think of something else. -Yes.
-I know. -What?
Falling in love too fast scares people off, right?
-I guess. -That's what I'll do.
Right. Do it.
I'll show you selfies of my look.
Don't be forceful. Remember who I am.
Crista Espinoza de los Montero.
You sure?
Hi, Brittany. Know who I am?
Yup.
Jani and I are going to a nail salon tomorrow, wanna come?
Cool. Okay.
Super. I'll send the invite.
I'm switching the things used by the Wampanoag
to the ones used by the natives of this barrio.
Metal chairs with logos.
Bright plastic tablecloths.
Clotheslines.
Very realistic.
Throw in some lights. Make it more riffraff-eclectic.
This is what I got from Rigo Events on loan.
Oh, Cat! You're the best. Thank you so much.
Look!
Look.
How curious.
All the food will be from the barrio.
And obviously,
we'll be giving thanks for poor people.
That hateful Agustina will not ruin my event.
We should buy wine.
Why not get a bunch of 40s of beer instead of wine?
Forties, I love that term.
Yes. They'll match the six-packs we're giving out.
Wait.
We're almost out of money!
So? Get stuff on credit.
I can't do this anymore.
Very good.
I'm done mopping the restaurant.
Can we cook the turkey?
Let's see. Show me your hands.
I haven't had my manicure.
These hands have no calluses.
Let's see.
You will now wash all the greasy pots and pans.
Then do the bathroom.
How is this gonna help?
My kitchen, my rules.
When you're done, lock up. See you here at 6:00 a.m.
I don't think I can do it.
The more I act like a loser, the more Cata loves me.
Nothing's working.
When I said I was in love with her, guess what she did?
-What? -Got emotional.
Then I said, "Hey Cata, I dreamed we had kids."
Look what she did.
No way. That was my best advice.
I know, Pablo.
But we forgot one thing.
-What? -That I'm a chick magnet.
That's it. There's one thing that women don't like.
When you stink?
No.
Being one of those horny, sleazy guys,
or being gifted a teddy bear.
Blondie is going all out.
That's why Ernesto told you to get me to sell here.
He didn't invite me either.
Of course not.
They're embarrassed of the barrio.
I'll crash that dinner
and sell to those stuck-up women, who'll pay top price in cash.
-How will you do it? -That's where you come in.
Get them to invite you, and I'll be your plus-one.
Yes.
Is that wise? What if we can't get in?
Nobody can resist real fashion.
Influencers, even less.
Hey, what's up?
Hey, Brittany. Glad you're here.
Don't worry. They'll let us in soon.
I'm not worried at all.
Jani and I are ultra-VIPs.
Especially Jani.
Appointment?
No need. I'm Crista Espinoza de los Montero.
Tell Natalia Apellaniz. She's the owner.
Montero?
Not here. Also, Mrs. Apellaniz never comes to work.
Check the VIP list. I bet I'm on it.
No, you're not.
Brit?
-Hey, how are you? -Fine, and you?
-What brings you here? -Just hanging.
Cool.
You know each other?
Brittany helped me with my chemical engineering exam.
And she's younger than me.
-Thanks a lot. -No. Pleasure was mine.
Want to come in?
Sure.
Come in.
We're with her.
Do you know them?
Not that much.
Okay. Have fun.
-Thanks. -What? You clearly don't know who I am.
I'll ruin you on Instagram.
Lend me your phone. I'm out of data.
Lend it to me!
What's the point. We lost?
No. Look, we never lose.
Brittany will learn who's who.
Now what?
I did everything.
This has nothing to do with cooking! You went all Mr. Miyagi.
I want the real explanation.
You're ready, my dear.
You are now officially a true cook's apprentice.
Well done.
Can we talk?
Listen, Rigo, I was thinking.
Can you give me an advance on my Christmas bonus
for two or three years?
Only if you tell me what for.
Rules are very clear.
Can't keep secrets from the boss.
All right.
Silvia overspent for Thanksgiving dinner.
Were you planning to invite me?
I mean, the manual is clear.
"Employees must invite the boss to all events,
especially if he pays."
Of course, I was gonna invite you. You and I…
I'll bring the money to the dinner.
Will there be anything else?
Get back to work, employee.
I'm sorry, dude.
The few days we spent together were very special.
Cooking for loved ones is about getting your hands dirty.
You can't delegate when it comes to giving your time to family or partners.
Are you ready to do what you have to do?
I'm kidding, my dear.
I left a turkey marinating last night.
Besides, this little creature is growing on me.
But…
did you bring what I asked?
Stop! They'll catch us.
Better. That really turns me on.
-Okay. -What do you mean, okay?
You don't care I'm a horndog?
No. I love it.
No. Hold on.
Wait. Give me a second.
Okay. Here it is.
-What's this? -It's a little present.
Gross, Tomás.
It's like you're trying to get me to break up with you.
-No. -Isn't that it?
We're done.
Catita!
I did it.
Finally.
All right.
Pablito. Mission accomplished. I repeat, accomplished.
Now I'm just a one-timing jerk.
Confront her. You must affirm your place in the barrio.
Be more Regina George and less Gretchen.
Good, you did your homework!
Hey.
What's your problem?
I know you think you're too cool for us, but there's only one me here, get it?
Is she always this intense?
Not this much. If it was chess, I'd apply the Petrov defense.
I prefer the Sicilian defense.
Really?
Explain your theory.
Check it out.
White pieces are supposed to…
Janet, what the hell?
I get it now.
I cooked a turkey with Dolores
and learned that a turkey and a gobbler are the same.
Always have been.
Are you coming to dinner?
The fact that you cooked doesn't mean Silvia will accept me.
Of course she will. It's Thanksgiving.
But remember the first Thanksgiving.
The pilgrims shared a great dinner,
even made a truce.
And then they killed all the natives.
I don't want to be a dead native.
If you gave me a chance, you can extend it to my family.
Like me. I love your granny.
And you called yourself a native.
I've never felt like this.
It hurts here.
Here, in my heart.
It's your pride, but you still have Yola.
I'm not interested in that fancy cake.
All I want is my Cata.
Apologize to her, easy.
Apologize?
Yeah.
That's it.
That's it!
You're a genius, Pablito.
Okay, but why did you kiss me?
Crista!
Crista. You all right?
No.
It's not cool that you don't see that Brittany mocks popular girls.
She'll never be your real friend. She just wanted to make fun of me.
I know.
Wait. This was your plan to win over Brittany?
You used me?
You're like Regina George. I'm so proud.
I learned from the best.
You reminded me I could follow The 48 Laws of Power.
You could've written that book.
A book, me?
Oh, Jani.
We can go to the Sor Juana poetry reading someday.
Sounds really lame, but okay.
Cata.
Forgive me, Cata. Okay?
I told you not to come.
I gave your uniform to Germán.
What?
No. Listen, Cata.
I came to apologize.
I know the teddy was too much, but, please. Forgive me, Cata.
I'll only forgive you because it's Thongiving.
But not tomorrow.
No.
So? Okay.
OMG!
I love it!
Thank you, Ernie!
It's like…
the barrio meets the United States of America.
Yola's gonna be all like…
What the fuck?
Mind telling me what she's doing here?
I had to ask Rigo for my Christmas bonus, but I never mentioned a plus-one.
Compadres should always be welcome.
And, as I promised.
-Careful, dear. -I'm on it.
Come on.
-Don't drop anything. -Somewhere they can see.
This is my territory.
Yes, I earned it!
No. Janet told me all about the "Thongspicking."
-Thanksgiving. -Whatever.
The pill bugs and stuff. You're the invaders. We're the natives.
So you have to put up with my stall.
I bet all your smarmy high-class friends could use a good back lift.
I'll buy you out.
But go away.
And my glasses?
And my dentist?
And what we owe for this dinner.
Do whatever you want.
Welcome to being poor.
You spent all the money on the party, more than you had.
Family, pack up the merchandise for Blondie.
-Yes. -Everything?
This too?
They'll be here any minute.
Sil. I'm so sorry, but we have to cancel everything.
Like, really sorry.
The guests were scared to go to such a complicated neighborhood.
-So? -We'll go to your new house.
Did Yola just cancel?
Hi, girls. Let's go over to Ana Lu's.
Oops, wrong chat.
Of course they weren't coming.
They probably know we live here.
Yola can tell riches-to-rags
just by looking into your eyes.
They have a new group chat without me.
Blondie. I understand you.
They didn't respect my family either.
I was gonna take my family to dinner with my sales profits.
But how about I pay for your dinner and we stay here?
Okay.
With all this fuss, we forgot the meaning of this holiday.
To give thanks and live in peace.
Actually, it all ended in genocide.
-Excellent. -Let's eat.
-Come in. -Bon appétit.
In a what?
Sauce or no sauce?
-Is it spicy? -Yes, it is.
Two beers, please.
I present to you our mixed turkey.
Wow, Diego!
-You killed it. -Awesome.
You came.
Wow, it's really good.
-What's up? -Nothing. I could hear…
Dolores taught me that cooking
is about getting your hands dirty for loved ones.
We have different roots,
but we can always mix it up.
Bravo! A chef and a poet?
-Wow, Diex. -A chef and a poet.
Cool.
Dieguito.
This tastes different.
I mixed the mole with Silvia's keto gravy.
Fusion cuisine.
Not bad at all, chef.
Very good, chef.
I'm not using up my calories on that.
Someone hand me chips from the take-out bag, please.
It's called a doggie bag.
It's keto.
I must say we live in ugly times. We forget to be thankful for each other.
This is important.
Especially those who help us when we're drowning.
So, cheers.
Cheers!
Smells wonderful.
Did you open your own restaurant?
No, but we're having turkey. There's enough for everyone. Join us?
-Come. -Really?
There's mixed turkey, beer, and most importantly,
booty-lifting leggings.
Come on over.
I made the turkey. Hope you like it.
-It's fusion cuisine. -Thanks!
Subtitle translation by: Ana G. González Meade