CC: TELEMUNDO NETWORK
Hi!
I'm so glad you're here!
Oh, well...
Isn't the playlist for the party great?
Lore really likes it, right?
Who?
The interior decorator the architect recommended.
Oh, your decorator.
It's nice to have options, so things don't become routine.
-Am I routine to you? -Give us a moment.
Believe it or not, it's a first for me.
It's just a trio.
Plutarco can explain his anniversary plan.
Calm down.
You brought your lover to my house.
Hold on.
You want to have a threesome?
Shut up!
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
What's so funny to you? Our marriage?
Now there's a bad joke.
The only bad joke here is you.
I want to separate.
I don't know what happened.
You were blindsided by marriage.
I can't do this to my husband and kids.
But he can do it to you?
Hey, it's not like you can talk either.
Don't project your problems onto me.
I'm not projecting.
I'm trying to help you.
Just stop. You're the queen of denial.
The what?
The queen of denial!
Oh, okay, okay.
The queen of denial?
For God's sake, Remedios!
What?
You married the first dude you could
because you were scared of being a single mom
after Emiliano left you. Yes or no?
No. No!
-No? -No!
Why are you saying that? First of all, it's not denial.
It's survival skills. What are you even...?
Okay, you're right about me screwing up my scholarship,
but don't bring that up now.
I'm talking about Plutarco and you bring up Max.
Stop defending Max!
-We're talking about Plutarco. -Stop defending him!
I adore him, but you know you can't stand
he's not a good provider. He's never had a stable job.
It's not fair to bring that up about Max.
Remedios...
That's not cool. Why'd you do that?
Why?
So you'll stop enabling him and covering for him.
You still live at your daddy's house.
How old are you? Aren't you embarrassed?
Embarrassed?
Okay, we're not perfect like you, Mrs. Congeniality!
Mrs. Perfect!
Not all of us had everything at birth like you did.
I earned everything I have by the sweat of my brow!
Me too! And I didn't have anything!
I was scrambling my way through! I didn't have anything!
No, don't play the victim.
I'm not!
You were the smart one, the charming one
and the tough one, and you didn't do anything!
You didn't do anything with your life!
I can't believe how everything ended.
It was horrible.
I mean, she slapped him so hard that she rearranged his face.
-Yeah. -Oh, Constanza.
You know, Plutarco's to blame too.
How could he do that on their anniversary?
Why invite all those people?
And that decorator? Oh, please.
Plus, he invites Remedios' ex.
It was the first I'd ever heard of that Emiliano guy.
-What? -Be quiet.
What did you say?
About what?
Emiliano is Remedios' ex?
Thanks for the lift all the way here.
It was the least I could do after what my friends did.
Really intense clients.
That's right. Those are my friends for you.
Intense.
On behalf of my people, I apologize.
Apology accepted.
You're not too far out of your way?
I am, but it's a good thing.
You never know what surprises you might find.
Do you like surprises?
Well...
44C.
I can't believe you're telling me this.
You're calling me a loser?
Yet you've always done what you've wanted, right?
You achieved everything you wanted.
I don't know.
At least I don't have to lie to my husband and kids.
That's what you're doing!
You're bringing up Emiliano when I just...?
You don't do that. Friends don't do that.
That was a low blow to a friend who's always been there for you.
I've always been there too.
Who always covered for you
when you'd run off to be with Plutarco?
Me.
Who took care of your kids
when you started your company?
You're throwing that in my face?
I'm not.
Don't do me any more favors then, thanks.
I can handle things alone.
Alone?
You've never been able to do anything alone.
This time I will.
-Go for it. -I will!
-Go on then. -Everything.
Great. Do it!
Go ahead.
Go on alone, then.
I don't even care.
Start walking.
You won't believe all I'm going to do.
Go ahead.
You -------...
What?
-What? -Where are you going?
I don't know! What do you care?
I do care!
You can't leave. Where are you going?
There isn't a town for miles.
Alright, enough.
I'm responsible.
You're like my sister.
No, I'm not like your sister. I am your sister, dummy.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm sorry too.
I'm an idiot.
-What are we doing? -I love you!
Me too!
Oh, ----!
What the ----?
What the frick?
My ------- pickup!
We were inside there, dummy. We could've been killed.
Oh, my God! I sobered up real quick.
No, don't tell me that. My daughter, bad at math?
I'm not that bad. Just a bit.
I'll help you.
She's not answering.
Who?
Constanza. I'm really worried about her.
Don't worry.
She probably spent the night at Remedios'.
Well, I have to go.
No, don't go.
Yes, duty calls. I have to work.
It's too early.
Child.
Stop.
Honey, Daddy's leaving. What do you say?
Have a nice day and bring back lots of presents for Mommy.
-And for you? -And me.
Come here.
-Love you. -Love you, too.
I'll help you with your math work.
-Goodbye. -Bye, honey.
-Be careful out there. -Yes. Bye.
Tell me something, princess.
Who's the prettiest, most beautiful,
smartest girl in this house?
You, Mom.
You're the best! Get over here.
You still want to separate?
It wasn't the best way to say it,
but yes.
Have you thought of the kids?
What'll happen to the firm?
I thought of the kids, I thought of the firm
and I thought of myself.
I'm sorry, but I don't like how I am when I'm with you.
What about all our happy memories?
Have you forgotten them?
Please don't make this more difficult.
Look, why don't we take some time?
I think we deserve it.
Read this.
What is it?
Come.
Read it.
It's the draft to a separation agreement.
What?
You're serious?
I've never been more serious.
Let's give each other 100 days.
100 days to see what happens.
What? Are you crazy? You've got an incredible voice.
I'm sure you've got other hidden talents too.
How about we discover them together tonight?
Over some beers?
Of course it's on me. When has it not been?
I'll call you later.
Hey, babe.
Hey.
What's up?
Where were you? I waited for you.
-What's up? -What do you mean, babe?
You know what? You're shameless.
-What do you mean? -You're shameless!
Let me explain.
There's nothing to explain, Max. What are you going to make up
to justify the crap you do to me?
What did I do? What are you talking about?
You want to live in a small house?
First learn to pay for a big one.
A small house? What are you saying?
You know what? This is over.
What do you mean?
It's over.
You're going to act like our friends?
Yes, I'm acting like our friends.
It's over!
Remedios, let's talk about this.
Remedios.
During the agreed upon timeframe of 100 days,
the undersigned agree to the freedom to do
whatever they like so long as the other party
does not find out.
Deal? Okay.
What?
You proposed it.
Yes, okay.
In the case of third parties,
they should be strangers to both parties.
Sex with friends or mutual acquaintances is off limits.
As much as you'd like to...
Me? You too.
What's with that look?
I know there are two or three you're into.
You're starting already?
Under no circumstances can the children
find out about or meet a third party.
I need to see you.
Number four.
During these 100 days, one must abstain
from opining on the life of the other.
That's for you.
That's why I put it in there.
-What? -Look at the next one.
Okay, let's see.
A marriage separation does not imply
a separation as partners.
Of course.
Well, at least that part of our life's okay.
Going through emails or listening in on conversations
is prohibited.
Ale.
Going to the other for help is prohibited.
Frequenting common areas is prohibited
in order to avoid crossing paths unexpectedly.
That's right. I don't want any surprises.
We'll meet at school.
It's the only place we go together, when we're doing well.
Okay.
The only reason under which
any of the previous points can be broken
is for the children, a medical emergency
or a matter of life and death.
Exactly.
Dad!
Daddy's home!
And point number 10.
Parties are forbidden from having sex with one another
during the 100 days.
I can sign this.
100 days.
There you go.
100 days.
Oh no.
It lasted a long time.
20 years.
I did it.
I got separated.
High five 'cause me too.
For real?
Yeah.
That's what happens when a friend helps open your eyes.
High five, I guess.
I did the math and you're my longest relationship ever.
Oh, ----.
And you mine.
My God.
Well.
Here we are.
We're alive.
Yeah, we're alive, ------- it!
We're alive!
Yeah!