Welcome to Paradise.
Forget luxury hotels and live with locals
In a exclusive space.
Mexican food yummy with good Mexican chef.
Ride in a donkey and explore
the neighborhood folcloric and nice.
Face paint Mexican calaverita.
Spicy Salsa classes
and beautiful serenata.
The Mexican Beverly Hills.
Close from beautiful big church.
And close from piramides
and natural, beautiful salvaje.
I am alive?
Yes!
But I'm in heaven!
-You haven't learned any English. -This is worse than Juay de Rito.
Who knows better, you or Google?
Google, obviously.
I hate that Airbambi thing. And we pay our bills selling tacos.
The guards and gardeners order them a lot. The domestic workers get even more.
But they're always dieting like their bosses.
I agree with Pablito. I could flirt with a foreign boarder.
That would be so cool. And they pay in dollars.
I'm with Mom, Airbnb gentrifies cities and creates poverty.
But it's not a naco business like selling tacos secretly.
Look? We look like drug dealers.
You made a deal. You want to lose our yard?
No, that's why we're whispering!
Forget about Airbnb and tacos. I have a job now.
I'm a creative editor at Neto's agency, their top player.
That's great, honey. Fill these bags with chilis.
-Number ten never lowers his defense. -We need the money. Come on.
Damn!
Were we too loud?
It must be Rachel.
Who?
Okay, I posted the house on Airbnb, and that's our first boarder.
Welcome, Rachel!
Rachel doesn't exist. I posted a fake profile.
Why did you do that?
Because I need a place to stay urgently. My mom's insane.
Where's my room?
It's upstairs.
I'll help you.
What are you doing? You wanna lose the yard!
Ever since I stopped striking my gong every morning, I've had bad luck!
They put a boot on my car and you wouldn't answer my calls.
What the fuck? Why are you wearing that?
So we won't lose the yard. We shout a lot.
I don't care!
You don't know how hard it is to pay a fine without bribing them.
My phone went dead! The ATM was out of cash.
My heel broke! Even Pooky is acting weird.
It's all that cab driver's fault.
There's no bad luck. It's all in your head.
You know, the Buddha ignored toxic people.
When you're mindful, we can talk.
Good timing always beats an invitation.
Do you always eat together?
No phones or iPads?
That's so weird.
Not all of us have widescreen phones.
-Right. -If only.
-Talking with your mouth full? -Stop showing off.
Shut up!
-Fucking show off. -Watch your mouth.
Shut up!
Jani, don't play with your food. Calm down, guys.
This kid has to tell us why she decided to get this Airbnb
and leave her mansion.
Okay, so, I want to be an independent woman.
Cata won't make my bed forever.
And I swear I don't know how to make a bed.
I mean, one sheet has an elastic and the other doesn't.
What the F?
Yes, it's so confusing, plus they're the same color.
-Exactly. -But why this house?
Because it's close to everything, my gym, my yoga,
my Pilates, my driver.
You picked the best option, and we offer the best service.
Just order your dinner with me,
and our authentic Mexican cook will prepare it instantly.
Thank you, ma'am. But I never have dinner.
I do intermittent fasting. I don't eat after 7 p.m.
-And your mom? -She eats nothing after 10 a.m.
What?
But I totally understand. At her age it all goes to your hips.
No offense.
I meant what does your mom think of you being here?
She doesn't know. Please don't tell her I'm here.
Or that I had enchiladas with bread.
Why not?
Because it's like 500 calories.
She thinks I'm useless, and I can't survive on my own.
I obviously can.
I'm surviving right now.
Sorry. Do you speak English?
-Yeah, of course, what you said. -Of course.
She's a spy.
Be independent? All rich kids live off their parents.
They inherit their businesses and intermarry.
Leo, honey, don't start with your conspiracy theories.
You said the networks made up the chupacabra,
but Auntie saw one swallow her goat.
Whether or not you believe me, we're at war.
And we'll lose unless we wise up.
It's like the Cold War where everything was top secret to avoid getting caught.
The tacos are getting cold, Jani.
Silvia sent her to make us break the deal, so she can take our backyard.
We broke it with the tacos.
But they don't know that, honey, and Jani is right.
It's not who breaks the rules, but who gets caught.
-I agree. And you? -No.
No? Want some?
They sent us a spy. So who's our spy?
-Tacos don't make themselves. -Cold War test.
-I'm meeting Ernesto. -I'm meeting Rachel.
-I'm training Pablito for the bnd thing. -Yes.
-Right. -Yes.
Pooky, get off my bed.
It's all light, organic, gluten-free, the works.
Thanks a bunch.
Is this all you brought with you?
Yeah. Why?
I just thought you never used the same thing twice.
Never!
I'd rather die!
I can go get whatever you want.
Seriously?
My white Guccis, my black Guccis.
My white Gucci boots.
What else… my Lululemon jacket and yoga pants.
And… my coral pink dress.
But not the vermilion or scarlet ones.
I just need the coral pink one I wore last Christmas.
Okay.
Repeat after me.
"Baruch Hashem, good, and you?"
Up yours.
-It means, "Good, thank God, and you?" -Seriously?
Yes. Repeat after me. Baruch Hashem.
-Baruch Hashem. -No.
As if there's something stuck in your throat.
Baruch Hashem.
-Baruch Hashem. -No.
You want the job?
Then repeat it until you get it right.
It's for the account.
Baruch Hashem.
That's it more or less. Okay, here we go.
Moisés Sucri?
Your new identity, all you need to learn about Moisés.
You're going to live, eat,
dream,
shit,
as if you were Moisés.
Genaro no longer exists. Now, you're just Moisés.
This client only does business with Jews.
Who are you?
Moisés Sucri.
Very good.
Your hat, Moisés.
You can't take it off
even in the shower, dude.
Baruch Hashem.
Be gone, bad luck!
What the hell!
Diego, come here, be quiet.
What's with all the herbs?
We need an urgent cleansing. We can't go on like this.
Martha Debayle recommended this shaman on her website, and she never lies.
Right.
Okay. That's enough.
Cat, please show him out. Thank you.
Good.
Tomorrow I'm rubbing an egg all over my body,
and if it runs clear,
my aura will be restored.
Is there anything else I can get you?
Take Pooky away, I'm fed up with her.
That's enough, Pooky. Let's go.
Scram. Shoo!
Your house always reeks of tacos.
It makes me hungry.
That's weird.
But here's something I can offer you.
Burn off what you eat with Tomás.
The best workout ever. Eat all you want without the guilt.
I want this.
What's that smell?
I'll get caught!
Answer me, dude, before I get caught.
You?
Where's my sister?
Crista moved in with us. She's on her own now.
Cool, I'll set up a mega office in her room.
Good for you.
Can you help me?
She wants her red dress.
That's tough. She's got a ton of dresses.
-The coral pink one she wore at Christmas? -That's not pink.
Great. Is there a class for shades of red in your school?
No, they teach it in Vogue.
I'd help you, but unfortunately I don't remember. I have…
a visual memory.
Are you sure?
I need to see it to remember.
It's a gift and a curse.
This one?
Yes, I think that's the one, but…
Crista did a little dance, so dance for me and I'll tell you.
You pervert!
She wanted you to tell her about our taco business.
Can we give her just one? What if her craving kills her?
Wise up, kid. She's the enemy too.
-I'll make her talk while she works out. -Good.
What's that?
-Hey! -No way!
-Don't you dare! -What?
I'll explain later. What's important is that Silvia's lost it.
She says she's jinxed because she can't bang her gong.
So she's doing a cleansing with an egg to purify her aura.
Those people are so gullible.
Eggs are for the evil eye.
I bet she has a lucky charm.
Like in the Cold War,
Russia and America wanted different things.
That's why they clashed.
Well said, Jani, we need to act fast,
before Blondie Junior discovers our taco business.
You got balls?
-Just my badass ovaries, Mom. -That's my girl.
-Great! We won the war. -Let me see.
Show me.
Do we have condoms?
Harum.
It's up to God if He wants us to get pregnant.
What's gotten into you?
You sound like you're choking.
Ernesto has a client who only does business with Jews.
So, I'm not Genaro anymore. Now, I'm Moisés Sucri.
Shabbat shalom.
Whoever you think you are, honey,
I think Ernesto's setting you up to fail so he can fire you,
so his crazy wife won't know he hired you.
No way, honey. He's my buddy.
Please, honey. Ernesto's the enemy.
Who tells his buddy to have more kids he can't afford?
I've had Jews in my Uber.
That's doing business, right? He's just pulling your leg.
Or pulling your lock.
The locks are pretty hot!
It's a good joke. Quite the laugh, honey.
Are we using all the eggs, ma'am? Should I get some more?
Take your bad vibes elsewhere and focus.
Okay.
Ready?
No! They stole my good luck!
No, ma'am!
You'll lose your yard!
The burro will eat your flowers!
I need to annul that agreement.
It's all that woman's fault!
Leonor made me see you're not my friend.
Hold on.
You like Unmasked Love, my favorite soap?
-No! Seriously? -Yes.
Who the hell does Sebastián Romero think he is?
No idea. How could he dump Mariana Fernanda for Memo?
I think she's using him.
Exactly, dude. It's so great you're a huge fan.
I can finally talk about my soap without being judged.
I told you I'm not cheating.
Why aren't I enough for you, Sebastián Romero?
Why aren't I enough for you, Ernesto?
-What? -What?
How can you say that?
How can you say that, Genaro López?
You want to change me.
Why won't you accept me as I am?
-I'm not Moisés. -I'm Mariana Fernanda.
I am Genaro, which should be good enough for you.
-That's not true, Genaro. -The world's the problem.
It's the client who's wrong.
Sometimes people can't see beyond their own noses,
so we use masks to make them to like us,
like Moisés.
We need to be prepared when opportunity knocks.
-We are siblings. -No!
Coming.
Hi, sorry about yesterday. You caught me off guard.
Crista sent me to fetch her lingerie, but I don't know which is which.
Will you help me try them?
Sure.
Give me more. Harder!
Machine guns.
Let's go!
What's this? More energy. Faster. You got this.
That's it. Attitude! Want a taco?
-Yes! -Bad girl! Just for that, stars!
I will not have that taco.
I just wanted one. But it's not worth it.
-Why? -My body's a temple.
-Louder! -My body is a temple.
Good!
That's it!
-Are you okay? -Yes.
-You overdid it. -What?
Girls go to the gym for two reasons,
to take selfies or flirt.
You're running prison drills.
Relax. I'll make Crista smoking hot for you. Trust me.
The imagination is the most powerful aphrodisiac.
That's the way I like it, men and women who cross-dress.
Is that wrong?
Of course not.
Is the makeup necessary?
Yes.
That's the way I like it, and you'll love it.
You'll see.
Which do I try on first, this or this?
Okay.
I'll try this one for you, and you try this one for me.
You're pestering her nonstop
with food and workouts.
That's the least I can do for bursting her bubble,
making her see that Silvia loves Pooky more than her.
-Well… -She might kill herself.
She said that?
No, but a lot of idiots commit suicide in hotels and not at home.
That's true.
Nephew, I'll tell you a story.
When I was in the slammer, I had a cellmate named Mike.
I got him some cow's foot tacos that gave him indigestion.
Mike had an important appointment that night with the boss.
But he couldn't go because he was so sick.
I had to go in his place, so I showed up at the meeting,
where you need to go with the flow.
One thing led to another,
and then another, and another and…
What I mean, nephew,
is that we all need to face our own issues.
Yes.
And a lot of those things
are just here
in your head.
This is hot!
Abraham, my brother.
How are you? Meet Moisés Sucri.
Shalom, Moisés. How are you?
Baruch Hashem, good, and you?
Baruch Hashem.
Thanks for coming here on a Sunday.
It's the only place to do business artlessly and honestly,
without masks.
I'm ready.
-You're ready? -Yes.
Rich Kids Mexico Twitter profile.
What? Please stop that!
You don't look like Crista, but you're just like your mom.
-I don't look like Silvia. -Mini Silvia. Say, "It's Leonor's fault."
Silvia's not my mom!
I'm really surprised.
Thirty years selling uniforms without any thought for comfort.
I think what goy workers crave is comfort,
feeling like royalty all day long,
not like they've got shpilkes up their tuches.
The account is yours.
I'll get that for you.
Oy vey.
You're not Jewish.
Diego, open up.
I'd never post it. I was just getting back at you.
I didn't know Silvia wasn't your mom.
My mom died at my baptism. I never knew her.
The tree in our yard is called Beatriz.
Her ashes are there.
That's why Dad doesn't want to lose it.
-I'm sorry. I swear I had no idea. -Just go away.
Quit the drama, donkey.
-Come and get it. -I'm not sure this will work, ma'am.
Do your part, Cat.
Right there.
Yummy.
More, Cata. Okay.
Done, ma'am.
Okay, now you need to hide.
When this wild beast crosses over,
take a picture to show everyone that it crapped in our yard.
The cab driver will lose and I can bang my gong…
again.
What?
That's impossible.
Did you count right?
Like 15 times. One's missing.
I know who might have it.
-Yes? -Diego!
-Come in. -The Lópezes kidnapped Crista.
-No they did not, Sil. -We must rescue her. Is that makeup?
What's wrong with you? Of course not.
Whatever. Get dressed.
-Hurry! We need to rescue her! -Okay.
I like you better as Shaggy.
You're more obedient.
Where did you get the basket?
-There's a room full of them. -I can't believe you caught us.
That's the best surprise ever.
I can't believe you got all those tacos just for me.
I mean, even though you're poor, you're so much nicer than my folks.
Mom doesn't care about me.
Listen.
Excuse me, Shaggy.
Honey, even I make mistakes.
Your mom's not a witch all the time.
You might think she's a monster, that she doesn't love you
but moms need to educate their kids even if they hate us.
That's why we're always nagging.
I don't care what you think. They drugged her or something.
What a dump!
These dairy addicts don't know where the ice-cream goes?
Why? Let me see.
Sausage and potatoes, rice.
Beans, green salsa. Nauseating!
What do they use containers for?
So, Pablo, Tere, and the other one hate you?
They don't really, truly, hate me.
Jani hated me for making her have her First Communion,
and Pablito, because I had him circumcised.
And Tere?
Because I worked with your brother on his app.
Abraham didn't care that I'm not Jewish, only that we tried to fool him, Neto.
It's all my fault.
Sorry about the towel.
But it's wrong to act like someone you're not
when you're such a great guy.
You hired me in spite of our wives' bickering.
And that's worth
a great deal.
Thanks, Gennie.
I told you! They've never been to Vegas.
Oh, no!
This is awful.
No way! It looks like Pooky.
A disgusting version. Shoo!
This is pure hell.
Moms want the best for our kids even if we make mistakes.
We're not perfect. Your mom must have good qualities.
You just need to look harder.
I'm sure you'll find something. She's skinny just like you.
With her blonde hair, no split ends.
She takes care of herself and you guys counts your calories.
A good mom is concerned about her kids' health.
One thing I know,
is that she'd risk everything for you, honey.
Yes, you're right.
Nothing is worth our dignity, not even the 20-million campaign.
Twenty million?
For 20 million I'd be circumcised with a nail clip.
This is hilarious. It's Tere when she was little.
Did you see this?
But what about Crista?
-What are you doing here? -Mom?
-You're here! -This is a breach of contract.
Release my daughter now or I'll call the cops.
-She wasn't kidnapped. -Why are you yelling?
-They kidnapped Crista! -What?
-Listen to her. -Nobody kidnapped me!
By the way, I've been here for two days.
-And you didn't notice. -I noticed!
I was just figuring out a strategy to rescue you.
You didn't need to rescue me.
I chose to be here.
I like it here.
Stockholm syndrome.
-What? Is it contagious? -I don't think so.
Look, the López family…
are the best.
They love me.
Honey, you're being ridiculous.
We'll talk at home, please, not in front of these people.
-These people will kick your ass. -These people
are nice to me.
They even bought me a basket of tacos.
To make you break out, honey, and ruin your social life!
Certainly not. Because she was so sad.
Ever heard of "full belly, happy heart?"
I've had it with you not noticing me!
What I'm saying is Diego always comes first.
It's not his fault. He misses his mom very much.
-What? -Really?
Is this a soap where the white kid suffers
and gets away with everything, like Diego Luna?
Well, this Diego
has two moms.
One dead and one alive.
I don't even have one in a coma.
Well…
Well, López family, the Espinozas came uninvited,
which means we won.
-Right. -So, let's go.
The fight is going great. Let's stay a while.
Let's go, guys, please.
Let's go.
Come on, Diego.
My love.
I had no idea you felt like that.
Of course I don't love Diego more than you.
It's just that…
he's weaker, understand?
But you're what's most important to me.
When I saw you here with the donkey, I forgot about the deal.
I came to rescue you.
You're all I care about.
For you I'm capable of risking everything.
My yard, my manicure, look.
Even my American Express.
Mom.
I love you so much.
-Rachel reviewed us.
What?
The López Airbnb is more than just a place to stay.
It's psychotherapy and baskets filled with tacos.
And the manager is the best. Pablo López is such a cool guy.
See? I told you.
Sometimes it's all in your head.
Subtitle translation by: Ricardo Espinoza