AN ORIGINAL NETFLIX SERIES
I told Cat to get the beehive off the tree and she said no.
-What? -She claims she's allergic.
-She's just lazy. -I know.
-Vicky refused to clean the windows. -Why?
Hanging in the harness makes her dizzy.
-No way. -Please!
There's a terrible maid issue in our community.
-I know. -They're lazy, unlike Leonor next door.
She's the perfect maid for me.
Did you see what she did during the showing?
She's perfect. Does she have cousins?
I need one like Leonor. Hard working, smart.
BUSINESS IDEAS
You burned your eyelashes turning on the boss' boiler?
Carrying her bags in Houston hurts your back?
Fret no more. I'm here to do you justice.
This cream, imported directly from Paris, is the same one your bosses bought.
But I'll give you girls a special price.
Almost at cost price, in tiny payments.
So who wants a jar?
Me.
I got a deal for you.
"MaidApp."
"Maid" what?
It's an app for wealthy women to find the best maids available.
Domestic workers, not maids.
-What's in it for me? -You're what rich ladies want.
Thanks, but I have enough chores to do at home.
They'll say you stole a phone, a kidney.
I need someone to help me recruit the…
domestic workers for the app.
How much are you paying?
Mom, you're gonna partner with this prep in a classist deal?
I'll give you 20 percent.
The stuck-up women need Leo.
Forty percent.
-No recruiter, no business. -Okay. Fifty percent.
He thinks his looks and biceps can convince us.
But there's an exploiter in all rich kids.
That's enough!
I can't think and I need to make a decision.
-What now, Tere? -We didn't pay the utility bill.
Oh, child!
You got yourself a partner.
Mom grounded me.
She canceled my driving classes. So now I'll never have a car!
It is super sad. Send me hugs. I need a lot of love.
-Give me that. -What are you doing? Give it back.
There.
No way.
I'm Crista's driving coach?
How about that?
Thank me for giving you the best chance to hook up with her, godson.
Cool, right?
But there's an issue.
-What problem? -I can't drive.
You're still here, honey?
Ernesto.
It's gone.
Brody's jersey is gone.
Okay. So, get another jersey like it.
With "From your Brody to my brody"? Impossible.
-Guess why Genaro didn't sell it to me! -Easy. You look possessed.
Because our daughter accused his of being a kidnapper.
That was three weeks ago!
I never thought they were so spiteful. And you'd be so obsessed!
I think that trash is rubbing off on you.
I don't know how, but that jersey will be mine.
Mine!
You want to date her?
-Learn how to shift gears in and out. -Okay.
-Got it, godson? -Yes.
Don't worry. Cars are like women.
You turn it on, let it warm up, then you stick the clutch in.
-Okay. -Try it.
-That's it, godson. See? -Alright!
Stop!
This is the most important part. Listen up.
No matter how hot the car is,
if you have no protection, use the hand brake.
-Right. -Close your eyes.
No peeking.
NUMBER TEN
Open your eyes.
How about that? This is the entire kit.
With this and all I taught you, you're all set, nephew.
No. This isn't for you.
The app is for female domestic workers.
But I do all the chores. Why can't I be a house guy?
Genarito, you already are a guy.
For the app, Grandma, and if men start cleaning houses,
they'll want to charge more and the women won't like that.
Women can be prominent business leaders and politicians,
so why can't men be prominent domestic workers?
Honey, the world isn't ready to see men as domestic workers.
Trust me, Genaro, it's not for you.
It's perfect for you.
Would it be you or little Janet?
Neither, Yola. I'm the "see-it-all" for our market research.
-It's C-E-O. -Right.
She's my partner.
What a shame, but congratulations for your feminist work.
If they're like you they'll be an asset to our ladies.
Thanks.
Call me when the app's working. I need to fire lazy Vicky.
She refused to eat Suki's biscuits to see if they were fresh.
We'll let you know.
Vicky, please don't linger.
Bye, sweetie.
-Thanks, Yola. -Bye.
Bye.
-Next house? -Yes. There she is.
Diego!
That's her.
What?
Are you trying to brainwash my Diego like you did to my husband?
I don't know what you mean. But what I do know this.
This is the masked person who tried to rob my house.
Be grateful that I haven't told anyone, so show some respect.
-I'm your son Diego's business partner. -His what?
Diego!
What is she doing?
-Come here, Diego. I can see you. -Yes. Take it easy, dude.
-Don't you "dude" me. -I mean Sil.
Be open-minded, think positively. We're making your friends happy.
They're switching their domestic workers for better, cheaper ones.
No, that's not it. We're professionalizing housekeeping.
And our app also helps the workers.
Diego, I forbid you to have any dealings with this woman.
She just wants to climb on our family's status.
And your businesses always fail.
You know what, dude?
I won't let you limit my entrepreneur talent.
You never talk to me like that.
I'm tired of you not trusting my potential.
I'll show you that I am a young entrepreneur.
Diego, listen.
Are you happy now?
Are we going or what?
You're nuts if you think I'm getting in there.
No way.
-Don't you trust your driving instructor? -No. It's just that.
I never get in anything that's not
a Mercedes or…
Or at least an Audi.
My boss may be very refined,
but you should hear the trashy things she yells when her husband screws her,
which is like once a year.
That's nothing. Mine always brags about her impeccable outfits.
But she can't even use the washer.
I feel sorry for you guys. Silvia treats me like family.
-Sure. -Cata!
Oh, Cata!
Cata!
Okay.
I need you to translate this to the maids because I'm not saying it 20 times.
They all speak Spanish.
Great, okay, Leonor, that lowlife from number eight
tricked my Diego into helping her with an app
for women to hire maids,
domestic workers like you for much less.
What's with them?
Go hear what they're saying.
Or give me back the Fendi glasses you stole from me.
Yes, ma'am. And no, I didn't steal them.
Yes, it's true.
They're asking for proof.
They won't lose their jobs over gossip.
-Gossip? -Yes.
That's what I get for defending you!
Gossip?
Try me out!
I do housecleaning, laundry. I iron and cook.
Housecleaning. Ma'am.
I do the laundry, iron, cook, dust hard to reach spots. What?
It's tough being a guy nowadays.
Housecleaning! Neighbor!
Neighbor, I can polish your dirtiest objects.
Try me.
Excellent, neighbor.
-See you tonight? -It's a deal.
I got my very first client!
All you're doing with this app
is formalizing the exploitation of domestic workers.
That's why they have their own section, so cool it.
That's discrimination. You must survey the workers.
Why? They're not paying.
-I wanna see it. -What for?
My mom said to make sure it's not one of your crappy ideas.
It's still confidential, but you can take a look.
Okay.
Here's the home screen.
It takes you to the main menu where you can find your
domestic worker.
There's a blog with training tips, so they don't eat your ham.
And this is really cool.
If your worker takes more than ten-minute breaks,
it alerts you to get her back to work.
Seriously?
Dude, you don't appreciate anything, but that's okay.
This is their section. See how I thought about them?
They have Maid Awards in the form of golden dustpans and diamond brooms.
You have no idea what's going on out there.
-Where? -Everywhere outside your bubble.
You know what happened to Grandma López, my dad's mom?
How could I? I've never hung out with a López.
It's Mexico's fourth most common name.
López-Jensen or López-Norton, but not plain López.
Remember the rumor that Salinas de Gortari
killed his domestic worker while playing with her with a gun?
She was my grandma!
I'm sorry, Tere. I didn't know.
But we'll post a notice in the app
so people won't shoot their maids during a game.
-Diego! -Domestic workers.
What did I do now?
These snobs are so inconsiderate.
They make such outrageous demands.
Listen. "To go totally unnoticed like Batman's Alfred."
"I need her fat so she won't steal my clothes," and this one.
"Not Catholic, to work Sundays, Christmas and Easter."
See? I told you, Mom. It's worse than classist. It's slavery.
But they'll make more money. And these are our profits.
Let me see that.
APP YIELD
That much?
Just for downloading the app.
Plus commissions for every match. You'll be rich, partner.
Fine, Diego.
But we tell the ladies to be nice to them.
They can't abuse them because they feed them.
And no missing Sunday Mass,
it's where they find husbands, we don't want old maids.
Mom, you're turning into one of these women.
Give us some privacy, baby. It's a business meeting.
I only came to make sure Diego didn't mess things up.
But this is ridiculous.
I'm out of here.
CHAMPION
-Neighbor. -Come right in, neighbor.
No way!
This is like a shrine for any fan, neighbor.
-Please be very careful. -Sure.
No way!
Man!
Edson Arantes do Nascimento. Pelé.
-It's one of my best. -He wore it at Mexico's 1970 World Cup.
-Can I touch all this, neighbor? -With the duster.
Start with the trophy I most value.
That one.
My first trophy with Club America.
Be careful.
-I'll be checking the stock market. -Yes, neighbor.
No way!
-I didn't even touch it. -It shattered.
-I told you it was priceless. -I barely started.
Don't worry, I know how you can pay me.
PARADISE GATED COMMUNITY
What's up, nephew? Check this out.
With a big flashy car you're bound to score, trust me.
Did you steal it?
Not at all. On the contrary.
So where did you get it?
Well…
Pablito, let's just say…
gentlemen never kiss and tell, but it's cool, right?
-It sure is. -Think fast.
-Be careful. -Sure.
Don't forget.
You'll get their attention now.
-Excuse me. -Welcome.
-Hello. -Come in.
Diego, thanks for paying our utility bill.
I'll pay you back with our first check.
You don't need to whisper, Leonor. Use your microphone.
But we're so close.
-It's a cooler image. -Cool.
-We're about to begin. Get ready. -Okay. Break a leg.
Hi.
I'm glad you came. I hope that after this,
you'll trust me as my mom would.
Diex, I'm here because deep inside I do trust you.
So.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Tired of your house girl using your clothes on her dates?
Tired of your pantry vanishing when everyone's on a diet?
Want a house girl who knows how to use a Nespresso?
MaidApp is here! Your perfect match!
Here's a sample of what MaidApp can do for you.
Here's the finest selection of domestic workers.
What are you up to?
I'm washing Brody's jersey to give it to Ernesto.
From what you said,
the bastard's setting you up, brother-in-law.
Leonor is right, bro.
I don't have the profile for a domestic worker or a man.
Don't be silly, Genaro.
I can't even support my family.
Who says being a man is only about that?
This might sound ridiculous, Genaro, but…
But you made us part of your family.
Me and my mom when I was released from prison.
It's not fair for you to pay all the household expenses.
So.
Let me give you a hand.
Let me help.
At least this whole thing made you finally wash that filthy shirt.
-No way. -What?
-I rubbed off the signature. -Now how will we pay the guy?
Want to help me?
You must've learned to forge signatures in jail.
Sign it, will you?
Thanks for helping.
It's the least I could do after you told me about your grandma.
I realized you guys have feelings too, so I should thank you.
I have a confession to make.
Salinas didn't kill Grandma López.
So, who killed her?
Nobody, she's alive and kicking.
I said that so you'd empathize, to burst your damn bourgeois bubble.
MAIDAPP
I hope this is proof enough for you to do something.
Because your families, your kids, need you to have jobs.
We'll be fired for causing trouble.
You definitely won't be fired because I will defend you.
My boss is right.
Down with MaidApp.
-Down with MaidApp. -Yes!
Down with MaidApp!
-Good! That's it! -Down with MaidApp!
It will be a huge success.
We just wait for them to download the app.
I did the math, if they hire just ten, that will pay our bills for five months.
Good job, Dieguito.
What?
-What's wrong? -It's the neighborhood chat group.
Someone told the workers about the app.
They want to lynch the app guys.
-That's us. -I know!
Who ratted us out?
The maids are up in arms.
Yola is organizing the neighbors to show them who's the boss.
Don't you want them to rebel against the app?
Yes, but if they find out I riled them up
I will be literally ruined socially.
-Got it. -What's the pepper for?
-Self-defense. -You need pepper spray, not pepper.
Down with MaidApp!
Let's save our hides, dear.
Maybe they'll have tortilla coupons like at Morena's protests.
We'll talk later. Mom, wait until I say the coast is clear.
-Your sunglasses. -Okay.
-Mom.
Yes?
-You're standing up for the app? -Of course not, honey.
I was slow to get it, but you're right. You can't betray your people.
Who are our people?
I'm not sure, Mom.
But I need to recover my dignity and that of the local domestics.
I'm so proud of you, Mom.
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
-I'm proud of you, baby. Come, Mom. -Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
This is a winner's car!
I will definitely learn now. Let's go.
I'll get it.
Thanks.
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
Down with MaidApp!
Hi.
I heard about the protest against your app.
Yes, somebody ratted on us, but…
It was my fault anyway.
No, Diego.
It's all Leonor's fault. Everything.
I shoud've surveyed the workers like Tere said.
All this happened because I didn't realize they're
people too.
No.
Just a minute.
You're the smartest guy I know.
I mean it.
But you don't choose the right people.
When I married your dad, I promised to look after you as my own.
Really, and I think that's what I've done.
Don't worry. I'll think of something, Mom.
Oh my!
It's the first time you called me Mom.
-Really? -Yes.
You finally did it, Diego.
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
-Down with MaidApp! -Oh, no!
-Classist bosses, stop exploiting us! -What now?
Down with MaidApp!
I hope I survive.
-I want to go up that hill. -No way, babe. It's too steep. Go back.
Aren't you an expert putting the clutch in and out?
Okay.
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
Down with MaidApp!
We were lucky we found out before we got fired.
Yes. Down with MaidApp!
Down with MaidApp!
Who was the good soul that warned us?
It was Mrs. Silvia. If not for her, we'd be out in the street.
Down with MaidApp!
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
Classist bosses…
BACK TO WORK, PLEASE!
Classist bosses, stop exploiting us!
Just a minute.
Vicky, what are you doing here? Is dinner ready?
Chayo, did you take Ricardito for his walk?
Filthy ladies, clean up your kitchens!
Just a minute. There she is.
She designed the app. Yes she did.
This woman wants all of you to lose your jobs.
And you? Quit the act.
Did you tell your friends you're the rat?
She's the brains behind this rebellion.
If that's true, we're kicking you out now.
-No. -What did you do?
It was Cata.
What? Me? I only followed your instructions.
Stop playing dumb.
You're a liar. You know what? I quit.
You may be rich, but your armpits smell.
What did you just say?
My armpits do not smell.
You're such a traitor!
-We did it! -Yes!
Dude, I can drive.
-Yes. -My girlfriends will be so jealous.
Let's do a TikTok. I'll tag you.
-Really? You'd tag me? -Yes or no?
Yes, of course, that's my dream since we moved to this damn place.
Okay. So.
-Let me freshen up. -Me too.
-Classist bosses, stop exploiting us! -You're such a traitor!
Exploiters!
Wait a moment, ladies, please.
Quiet, comrades, please!
I have to admit I might be responsible for all this,
because I'm a partner of MaidApp.
What?
-So lynch me if you want. -Yes.
Wait, I need to say something.
I agreed to make the famous app because I believed
it was what's best for you all.
So you'd be paid fair wages.
So you'd have social security, benefits,
to stop your employers from abusing you as always.
But it backfired because your employers want things to stay the same,
or get worse, because they're a bunch of exploiters.
-How dare you? -You can eat my Spanish ham, Teo.
-They exploit us, and she lied. -We'll all be fired!
-I told you whose fault it is. -No, comrades.
Exploiters! Do your own laundry!
What?
Stop staring at me, you freak!
You don't need to fix yourself up so much.
You're pretty the way you are, for real.
Look who's talking.
You dress like… I don't even know. Who knows?
That chain isn't gold, come on.
I swear it wasn't my idea.
What's more, see?
-Okay. -Okay.
High five.
-Okay. Let's do it. -Okay.
Allow me, comrades. You won't be fired. Mrs. del Monte.
You know Charo almost died of a concussion
after the kids hit her and not the piñata at German's party.
Mrs. Huarte.
Do you know Lupe was stranded at a highway stop on her trip,
so she had to hitchhike on a cattle truck to your Acapulco mansion?
Mrs. Zavala.
Margarita had the squirts for two days
because you forced her to taste some bad kefir.
Mrs. Rivera.
You know your kids finished high school thanks to Panchita?
That's right.
You can't treat your workers like that.
They deserve dignified work like everybody.
And you can't fire them for demanding that.
Okay. Let's go.
It's moving, right?
Yes. What now?
-No matter how hot it is, pull the lever. -What?
Pull the handbrake!
-How do I do that? -Out of the way!
-What do I do? -Why is my husband's car there?
-Move! -Run!
Mom!
Subtitle translation by: Ricardo Espinoza