C.H.U.E.C.O. (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Los suegros - full transcript
Juan is invited to go on an international tour with a great star pianist. While he's gone, the kid's maternal grandparents will take care of the children and take them to their ranch in Chihuahua. But Chueco is left out so he comes up with a strategy to sabotage the trip. All seems lost until the ape discovers that the grandparents have an evil plan.
♪ Chueco ♪
"DOCTOR APE"
Hello, I'm calling about the band contest.
-Yes.
-(indistinct chatters over phone)
I want to participate,
but I can't record the video
-because I suffer from "palmerism."
-(indistinct chatters over phone)
Palmerism? I'm as tall as a palm tree,
I don't fit any frame.
(indistinct chatters over phone)
Yes, it's a rare disease.
One in a million people suffer from it.
And a palm tree once in a while,
but it's asymptomatic.
-Wait, I'll improvise, and you'll see.
-(indistinct chatters over phone)
I notice some interest in your rejection.
Listen.
(vocalizing)
What do you think?
Hello?
He hung up?
On a palmerism patient?
Heartless man.
(sniffs then groans)
I smell of concentrated chlorine.
That's one of the top three
best school toilet smells.
(sniffs then exhales sharply)
We've learnt our lesson:
never hack the school website
to send spam about our gig.
Even if the dean's password
is easy to guess.
Yes, "1,2,3 get back with me,
Marina, I'll be a better man."
I don't feel like doing
another gig, anyway.
We played for an hour
and nobody showed up.
I mean, except for your granny.
She was so supportive.
Seriously.
I think she's still looking
for her dentures.
Come on, The Lunatics
can't give up so easily.
We formed a band to do what we want.
To rock!
There's a slight difference
between playing rock and playing dumb.
Del, dear, glad you're here.
I need to talk with you
about a little something.
What little something?
-In private.
-Oh, yes.
Yes. I was about to leave.
The school called. You were reprimanded.
I am very disappointed in you.
Actually, not so much.
I mean, I am disappointed.
But not "very disappointed."
Uh...
Uh, Delfina...
I disappointed you?
Yeah, well, a bit.
Have you ever congratulated me
on something I did right?
Mmm...
I'm the one disappointed here.
Go to your room! And don't look at me.
Think about what you did.
I'll call my psychologist
and tell her the great authority I am
bossing everyone around.
It was so easy.
Chueco. Why are you wearing that?
I went out for some air. Why? Any problem?
Not at all. It's your life.
You're an adult.
Do whatever you want.
I'm good at this! (laughs)
Delfi, I have a great idea.
Not now, Chueco. I had a zero-punk day.
Check this out. Come on.
What is it?
I heard your band needs a little push.
And I never miss the chance
to push someone.
(chuckles)
I don't want to take part
in another contest.
We did terrible enough already.
Are you kidding me?
You'll get your own record deal.
It says so on the leaflet.
It says stage one is a music video.
I don't know anything about videos.
But you know me,
an expert in the audiovisual world.
Wait.
Here.
Doctor Ape, at your service.
It says, "I am whatever I just said I am."
Practical and smart. Ha!
What do we need a manager for?
All bands need a manager.
Success depends on visibility,
and visibility depends on promotion.
Someone has to get you sponsors.
You won't even have to pay me.
I'll settle for 100% of the prize. Deal?
All right!
Who were you talking with?
No one. I was... vocalizing.
With an Argentine accent? You're brave.
What's up, Chueco? I came for my plunger.
I took yours by mistake,
but I have an emotional bond with mine.
Okay. Uh, I'll go get it.
(Chueco gibbering)
What is it?
(gibbers)
A present?
(gibbers)
They're both equally smelly.
When were you going to tell us?
The deadline for the video is in two days.
When do we meet? Where?
I don't...
You think it's a good idea?
It's a huge opportunity.
If we do good,
we may tour all over Mexico.
But nobody came to our last gig.
That's precisely why we should do it.
We must do our best.
I'll call Ema right away.
We're shooting tomorrow.
Okay.
So which was it?
This one.
Keep vocalizing in Argentinean, okay?
You'd better be a good manager.
Del, don't sweat it.
My clients and I won't accept any less.
A thousand dollars?
You think I'm a rookie?
If you want my clients
on your washing machine ad,
it'll cost a hundred bags of nachos.
No.
Money is going out of fashion.
-Hold on.
-(cell phone rings)
Uh-huh? Doctor Ape,
PhD in profitable talent management.
Granny's Curtains ad?
How many nachos are we talking about?
Can you be quiet? I'm trying to work here.
Chueco, this is my room.
Oh, acting like a human again!
(mockingly) "This is mine,"
"I'll keep this."
Find another place, or I'll tell Dad
you stole my desk and stuff.
Martín, did you know that soccer players
need managers?
And the first step to hire my services
is for you to keep your mouth shut.
Sorry. Telework hazards.
Yes, the ad will cost about...
800 gumdrops.
(cell phone ringing)
Let's see. They're relentless.
Hello?
I said 100 bags of nachos
or no washing machine ad.
Washing machine?
Who were you talking with?
I've been calling for over 20 minutes.
Del! Nice to hear from you.
What are you up to?
I'm shooting the video
you were supposed to direct.
I sent a sample and you didn't reply.
Mind telling me what you're doing?
I've been selling ads.
Do you like curtains?
An ad for curtains?
Del, trust me.
I just closed a deal
with the famous director Kay Oss
for your music video.
Kay Oss?
I've been thinking about the band name.
How about dropping The Lunatics
and going for something
more international?
Like, "Chueco and His Puppets."
Uh, no. Not a chance.
The name stays as it is.
Guys, have you seen my phone?
I can't find it anywhere.
You stole Amanda's phone?
Come again?
I hope you find it soon.
CHUECO: I didn't steal it.
I rented it in exchange
for my absence. Ha!
You'd better check that video now.
And don't even think
of playing that music...
(Muzak plays)
(yells)
Let's settle on 25 bottles of whiskey.
It's a win-win.
You know how many offers
I have lying on my desk?
No, no, no, no.
Go back to the naughty corner. Bye.
(cell phone ringing)
Hello? Doctor Ape here.
PhD in profitable talent management.
Yes, that's me. Yes, yes, yes.
Yeah. I managed King Kong in '98.
Yes, great guy.
I'm a hit machine...
(screams)
Sorry. The Reaper showed up.
Just a second.
Aesthetically speaking, that's awful.
Who gave you the idea?
You did!
What? Did I do that?
Must have been one
of my split personalities.
Chueco, you can't keep me waiting.
We have to finish that video today to...
Can't you leave us alone
in our own office?
But this is my room.
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework ♪
-No!
♪ I don't wanna... ♪
What was that?
The video you sent me
is almost as terrible as your makeup.
Which makes for some marketing coherence,
but it won't work.
The recording is awful,
I can't hear you well.
What can we do?
We used Marcos's phone.
We don't have a professional mic
like my dad's.
(chuckles)
No.
No, Chueco.
(whines)
Don't give me that look.
We will not do that, you hear me?
Forget it.
Where can it be?
Who knows.
Not there, Chueco.
-Be careful.
-Ah.
Here! Here it is!
(both laughing)
Once we're done, we'll bring it back.
I was planning to use it as a jump rope.
Hey, don't sweat it. Ha!
-Chueco!
-I got you.
(laughing)
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
-♪ I won't... ♪
-(cell phone ringing)
Hello? We have a free fall skydiving ad
scheduled on the ninth.
Chueco, this is impossible.
Yes. Just a second. Hold on.
What did you say?
I'm trying to focus here!
I can't do my homework
with all that noise.
Martín, remember
you were a C-section baby.
You haven't lifted a finger since then.
I don't want to stay in my room anyway.
One, two, three.
(suppressed screaming)
Okay, we make that face at the end.
-Okay?
-Okay.
(music plays)
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
(music stops)
What do you think you're doing?
Because of you,
Chueco set up his office in my room,
and I have no place to live!
Find another place that's nobody's office.
Office? But it is my room.
Stop being so annoying.
Hit it!
How does it go?
One, two, three, four?
One, two, three, four!
(music plays)
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
-♪ I won't put my phone down! ♪
-No!
♪ So stop nagging the hell of out of me! ♪
♪ I won't go to bed before midnight ♪
♪ I'll go to parties if I want ♪
♪ Buy me the... ♪
-(music stops)
-(feedback squeals)
No, no, no, no!
What did you do?
You stole his mic!
If you hadn't bothered us,
nothing would have happened
to Dad's phone.
What's that about Dad's phone?
What's going on? Delfina, your hands.
No. Is this my mic?
What were you doing while I was out?
Who gave you permission
to touch my equipment? Who?
Everybody, to your rooms now!
-Chueco...
-Now, Martín. Now.
Come on. Go now. (exhales sharply)
Ema, I understand your room
is outside my house.
Come on.
My regards to your mom. I'll see her
on Friday in the reading group.
Dad, I... The mic... The cell phone...
Are you done?
You know how much this mic means to me.
You're grounded. Off to your room.
We were doing something important, Dad.
I don't care. Go to your room.
You did things that were wrong,
and here are the consequences.
I was going to ask you for the mic.
I didn't because you never listen to me.
If you cared about me,
you'd understand my dreams.
-Uh...
-But clearly you don't.
Honey...
That's right. Just like I said. Go.
I give the orders here.
I am the father. If I say "a," it's "a."
Amanda, why are you crawling
around my house?
I lost my phone.
I can't find it anywhere.
I have an idea. I'll call you,
and we'll see where the ring comes from.
Good idea, Juanito.
Yes.
(sighs)
-(cell phone ringing)
-I'm getting another call. Hold on.
Doctor Ape,
PhD in profitable talent management.
What can I do for you?
-Chueco, give Amanda her phone back.
-(Chueco laughs over phone)
That's what I'd say
if this wasn't a voicemail.
Thank you for calling.
(imitates beeping sound)
Come on, Juan.
We all rush into decisions in our teens.
I need Delfina to learn from this.
I'm just doing my duty.
My psychologist said so.
Seems like I'm the alpha male here.
I set the rules.
Sit up straight.
Yes. Sorry.
Delfina has already been grounded
for 24 hours.
That's enough.
You're being suspiciously supportive
of her. What's going on?
Can't a monkey protect his troop
in exchange for something?
I don't care
about the three tickets to Africa.
In fact, I'll turn them down.
(ring tone plays over cell phone)
I'm taking this call.
Behave, just for a change.
Hello?
It's always the small businessmen
who suffer.
Amanda, dear,
why don't you show me your talent?
Leave me alone.
I'm mad because you filled my phone
with pictures of your hairy face.
Forget about me.
Your shouting has potential.
But you lack lyricism.
(cell phone beeping)
(chuckles)
(gasps) I can't believe it!
We got into the finals!
Africa, here I go! Africa!
What?
They liked my song,
and the final stage is a live concert?
But I'm grounded, I can't go.
Nonsense!
I found out where the Bell label
will hold the second stage,
and it's right around the corner,
this afternoon.
I don't want any more trouble with Dad.
Oh, please! What's your song about?
Planting tulips?
No. It's about breaking the rules.
You think the founder of rock
was saying, "Yes, Dad"?
Sorry. Am I interrupting?
Uh, no. I was just practicing
my vocalizations in Argentinean.
(in low voice, Argentinian accent)
Don't sweat it.
I missed you.
I missed you, too.
Hi, Chueco.
(gibbers)
Bye, Chueco.
-Who let you in?
-Your dad.
I thought he wouldn't
since you're grounded,
but he saw me, started crying,
and said young love is beautiful.
-Guess what.
-What?
-We got into the finals.
-What?
This is all thanks to your song.
I told you it was amazing.
Yeah, well...
There's a small problem.
I'm grounded,
and the contest will be held nearby.
It could be a great chance, but...
What would you do?
Me? Uh...
If I were you, I wouldn't disobey my dad.
But that's just me.
Your dad is so sensitive.
I'd hate to see him cry again.
Ema!
You think the founder of rock
was saying, "Yes, Dad"?
I don't know.
I didn't meet him personally.
No! Rock is subversion.
And The Lunatics never give up.
(imitating rock shrieks)
(snoring)
(snoring loudly)
When he snores songs, he's fast sleep.
(snores)
(snoring continues)
Doctor Ape,
PhD in profitable talent management.
Puppet? What's up, bro?
Did you get me a place on the soccer team?
I know you're behind the times,
but this is a cell phone.
And if I'm using it, that means I'm busy.
Are you watching
the band contest live gig?
Is that The Lunatics?
That's Delfina.
But she's grounded, isn't she?
Roses are red and violets are blue.
Any more obvious facts?
Vicente, come here!
The Lunatics are about to get on stage!
They're coming!
Come on.
-Is Delfina on?
-Yes, that's her.
Why is she always wearing
that horrible makeup?
A makeover is a good way
to separate business from pleasure.
Go, sis! You look awful!
What? A washing machine
in the music video?
Let me think about it.
They won.
The Lunatics have won!
(all cheering)
I won!
We're going to Africa!
(snoring)
(ring tone playing over cell phone)
What? What happened?
Why is this always here?
Must be that company. What a pain.
I don't know who I'm talking to,
but, please, stop calling.
I'm a busy man,
it's not like I'm taking a nap.
(indistinct chatters over phone)
An audition?
I didn't audition for anything.
"Palmerism"? What's that, boy?
You're telling me an Argentinean
called from this number?
He shouted like an ape?
It's okay,
just don't call this number again.
-Chue...
-(door bell dings)
Lord.
Who is it now?
What's this?
Delivery.
Please, sign here and here.
Okay. But what's all this?
It's 30 kilos of nachos.
They're for a Doctor Ape.
Argentinean, ape shout, Doctor Ape.
One second.
Chueco!
It's about to go down.
To the door, don't let Juan in.
(cell phone ringing)
Hello. Doctor Ape.
(giggles)
Chueco, we made it!
We're with the record label's attorney.
We'll negotiate our contract.
Uh, put me on speaker.
Come here, guys.
Our manager won't be able to be here,
but he's on speaker.
I've been doing this for 89 years.
Don't pull any tricks on me.
Okay, let's begin.
First, congratulations.
By winning the second stage,
you got a new unique artistic opportunity.
(band cheering)
You're going to be part of our annual
Christmas carols compilation album!
Carols?
What? Carols?
-Carols?
-Carols?
What's going on?
CHUECO: Close that door!
Didn't you know
it was for a Christmas carol album?
It was rather obvious judging
by the name of our company.
Bell company? Jingle bells?
But the leaflet said the winners
would record their own album.
-Right.
-Yes.
Your own Christmas album.
With all family songs, huh?
Don't give me that look.
You will tour all over Mexico
and you'll be the opening act
of our opening act
of our Gregorian chant choir!
How about that?
Are you kidding me?
Who's running your company? A monkey?
I'm going to ask you
to, please, lower your tone.
What about the trip to Africa?
Where are my three tickets to Africa?
Africa, yes.
"Africa" is this famous diner
with amazing sandwiches,
and you'll get three coupons
for three free meals.
You fraud! Swindler!
JUAN: Open up, Chueco!
You have to explain the nacho thing.
(pounding on door)
I'm not done with you.
My lawyers will be calling you tomorrow.
What the hell is going on?
Juancito, my man.
Do you need to promote something?
Just asking.
Why are you dressed like that?
I don't get it.
Martín, you're the eldest, to your room.
But this is my room!
It's 9:15. When is that girl coming back?
When the sun is up?
(clears throat)
"Delfina, you've disappointed me
on an astro..."
What did you write here?
I can't make it out.
"Astronomical."
"You've disappointed me
on an astronomical level.
You can't believe how sad I am.
No, don't try to scare me."
Farewell, Doctor Ape.
You weren't appreciated enough.
I'm not in the mood
for your drama. Stop it.
How many rules do I set? One.
And Del broke it. Help me out here.
Delfina and everyone else, face it.
You're right. My psychologist is wrong.
I'm a clown.
I'm oblivious to everything,
everybody walks all over me.
I'm like the furniture. Look.
Come on. Delfina just fought
for her dream, like you taught her.
Plus, she's easy to manipulate.
Like you are.
She actually obeys you
much more than you think.
(keys jingling)
The keys. Hide.
Coach, talk, father, daughter, now.
Go, go, go, go.
(Juan clears throat)
Delfina.
Delfina!
Why didn't you tell me
about the first concert?
What?
I would have loved to be there,
supporting you.
Why didn't you tell me?
It was embarrassing, Dad.
Nobody went to our first concert.
I'm starting to believe
I'm not meant for this.
Maybe I should quit.
Let this be the first and last time
I hear you say that.
You want to hear about first gigs?
Only your mother came to see mine,
and she didn't applaud much.
(laughs)
The janitor showed up
and told us to leave.
But two people came.
Uh-huh?
They applauded him for sweeping.
That's embarrassing.
Don't give up.
This is what artists do.
You have a bright future ahead of you.
But you'll have to try and try again.
Eventually, everyone will listen to you.
And don't worry about the process.
Your dad will stand by you.
-I love you, Dad.
-And I love you.
I'm glad everything's settled.
You always drag me into your stuff.
Good timing, Chueco.
Don't get smart. You're still grounded.
One decade without a cell phone.
What? After all the things
I got for you with my talent?
And we still have to shoot
the video by Kay Oss.
Please. Nobody buys that.
Kay Oss?
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
♪ I won't put my phone down
to wash my socks! ♪
♪ I won't go to bed before midnight ♪
♪ I'll take you to the party ♪
♪ In a limo with this curtain ♪
♪ Nine out of ten recommend it! ♪
♪ I don't care about your rules ♪
♪ I'm making history ♪
♪ Don't you see I only use Bavaria skis? ♪
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
♪ I won't put my phone down
to wash my socks! ♪
♪ Chueco ♪
(closing theme music playing)
"DOCTOR APE"
Hello, I'm calling about the band contest.
-Yes.
-(indistinct chatters over phone)
I want to participate,
but I can't record the video
-because I suffer from "palmerism."
-(indistinct chatters over phone)
Palmerism? I'm as tall as a palm tree,
I don't fit any frame.
(indistinct chatters over phone)
Yes, it's a rare disease.
One in a million people suffer from it.
And a palm tree once in a while,
but it's asymptomatic.
-Wait, I'll improvise, and you'll see.
-(indistinct chatters over phone)
I notice some interest in your rejection.
Listen.
(vocalizing)
What do you think?
Hello?
He hung up?
On a palmerism patient?
Heartless man.
(sniffs then groans)
I smell of concentrated chlorine.
That's one of the top three
best school toilet smells.
(sniffs then exhales sharply)
We've learnt our lesson:
never hack the school website
to send spam about our gig.
Even if the dean's password
is easy to guess.
Yes, "1,2,3 get back with me,
Marina, I'll be a better man."
I don't feel like doing
another gig, anyway.
We played for an hour
and nobody showed up.
I mean, except for your granny.
She was so supportive.
Seriously.
I think she's still looking
for her dentures.
Come on, The Lunatics
can't give up so easily.
We formed a band to do what we want.
To rock!
There's a slight difference
between playing rock and playing dumb.
Del, dear, glad you're here.
I need to talk with you
about a little something.
What little something?
-In private.
-Oh, yes.
Yes. I was about to leave.
The school called. You were reprimanded.
I am very disappointed in you.
Actually, not so much.
I mean, I am disappointed.
But not "very disappointed."
Uh...
Uh, Delfina...
I disappointed you?
Yeah, well, a bit.
Have you ever congratulated me
on something I did right?
Mmm...
I'm the one disappointed here.
Go to your room! And don't look at me.
Think about what you did.
I'll call my psychologist
and tell her the great authority I am
bossing everyone around.
It was so easy.
Chueco. Why are you wearing that?
I went out for some air. Why? Any problem?
Not at all. It's your life.
You're an adult.
Do whatever you want.
I'm good at this! (laughs)
Delfi, I have a great idea.
Not now, Chueco. I had a zero-punk day.
Check this out. Come on.
What is it?
I heard your band needs a little push.
And I never miss the chance
to push someone.
(chuckles)
I don't want to take part
in another contest.
We did terrible enough already.
Are you kidding me?
You'll get your own record deal.
It says so on the leaflet.
It says stage one is a music video.
I don't know anything about videos.
But you know me,
an expert in the audiovisual world.
Wait.
Here.
Doctor Ape, at your service.
It says, "I am whatever I just said I am."
Practical and smart. Ha!
What do we need a manager for?
All bands need a manager.
Success depends on visibility,
and visibility depends on promotion.
Someone has to get you sponsors.
You won't even have to pay me.
I'll settle for 100% of the prize. Deal?
All right!
Who were you talking with?
No one. I was... vocalizing.
With an Argentine accent? You're brave.
What's up, Chueco? I came for my plunger.
I took yours by mistake,
but I have an emotional bond with mine.
Okay. Uh, I'll go get it.
(Chueco gibbering)
What is it?
(gibbers)
A present?
(gibbers)
They're both equally smelly.
When were you going to tell us?
The deadline for the video is in two days.
When do we meet? Where?
I don't...
You think it's a good idea?
It's a huge opportunity.
If we do good,
we may tour all over Mexico.
But nobody came to our last gig.
That's precisely why we should do it.
We must do our best.
I'll call Ema right away.
We're shooting tomorrow.
Okay.
So which was it?
This one.
Keep vocalizing in Argentinean, okay?
You'd better be a good manager.
Del, don't sweat it.
My clients and I won't accept any less.
A thousand dollars?
You think I'm a rookie?
If you want my clients
on your washing machine ad,
it'll cost a hundred bags of nachos.
No.
Money is going out of fashion.
-Hold on.
-(cell phone rings)
Uh-huh? Doctor Ape,
PhD in profitable talent management.
Granny's Curtains ad?
How many nachos are we talking about?
Can you be quiet? I'm trying to work here.
Chueco, this is my room.
Oh, acting like a human again!
(mockingly) "This is mine,"
"I'll keep this."
Find another place, or I'll tell Dad
you stole my desk and stuff.
Martín, did you know that soccer players
need managers?
And the first step to hire my services
is for you to keep your mouth shut.
Sorry. Telework hazards.
Yes, the ad will cost about...
800 gumdrops.
(cell phone ringing)
Let's see. They're relentless.
Hello?
I said 100 bags of nachos
or no washing machine ad.
Washing machine?
Who were you talking with?
I've been calling for over 20 minutes.
Del! Nice to hear from you.
What are you up to?
I'm shooting the video
you were supposed to direct.
I sent a sample and you didn't reply.
Mind telling me what you're doing?
I've been selling ads.
Do you like curtains?
An ad for curtains?
Del, trust me.
I just closed a deal
with the famous director Kay Oss
for your music video.
Kay Oss?
I've been thinking about the band name.
How about dropping The Lunatics
and going for something
more international?
Like, "Chueco and His Puppets."
Uh, no. Not a chance.
The name stays as it is.
Guys, have you seen my phone?
I can't find it anywhere.
You stole Amanda's phone?
Come again?
I hope you find it soon.
CHUECO: I didn't steal it.
I rented it in exchange
for my absence. Ha!
You'd better check that video now.
And don't even think
of playing that music...
(Muzak plays)
(yells)
Let's settle on 25 bottles of whiskey.
It's a win-win.
You know how many offers
I have lying on my desk?
No, no, no, no.
Go back to the naughty corner. Bye.
(cell phone ringing)
Hello? Doctor Ape here.
PhD in profitable talent management.
Yes, that's me. Yes, yes, yes.
Yeah. I managed King Kong in '98.
Yes, great guy.
I'm a hit machine...
(screams)
Sorry. The Reaper showed up.
Just a second.
Aesthetically speaking, that's awful.
Who gave you the idea?
You did!
What? Did I do that?
Must have been one
of my split personalities.
Chueco, you can't keep me waiting.
We have to finish that video today to...
Can't you leave us alone
in our own office?
But this is my room.
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework ♪
-No!
♪ I don't wanna... ♪
What was that?
The video you sent me
is almost as terrible as your makeup.
Which makes for some marketing coherence,
but it won't work.
The recording is awful,
I can't hear you well.
What can we do?
We used Marcos's phone.
We don't have a professional mic
like my dad's.
(chuckles)
No.
No, Chueco.
(whines)
Don't give me that look.
We will not do that, you hear me?
Forget it.
Where can it be?
Who knows.
Not there, Chueco.
-Be careful.
-Ah.
Here! Here it is!
(both laughing)
Once we're done, we'll bring it back.
I was planning to use it as a jump rope.
Hey, don't sweat it. Ha!
-Chueco!
-I got you.
(laughing)
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
-♪ I won't... ♪
-(cell phone ringing)
Hello? We have a free fall skydiving ad
scheduled on the ninth.
Chueco, this is impossible.
Yes. Just a second. Hold on.
What did you say?
I'm trying to focus here!
I can't do my homework
with all that noise.
Martín, remember
you were a C-section baby.
You haven't lifted a finger since then.
I don't want to stay in my room anyway.
One, two, three.
(suppressed screaming)
Okay, we make that face at the end.
-Okay?
-Okay.
(music plays)
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
(music stops)
What do you think you're doing?
Because of you,
Chueco set up his office in my room,
and I have no place to live!
Find another place that's nobody's office.
Office? But it is my room.
Stop being so annoying.
Hit it!
How does it go?
One, two, three, four?
One, two, three, four!
(music plays)
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
-♪ I won't put my phone down! ♪
-No!
♪ So stop nagging the hell of out of me! ♪
♪ I won't go to bed before midnight ♪
♪ I'll go to parties if I want ♪
♪ Buy me the... ♪
-(music stops)
-(feedback squeals)
No, no, no, no!
What did you do?
You stole his mic!
If you hadn't bothered us,
nothing would have happened
to Dad's phone.
What's that about Dad's phone?
What's going on? Delfina, your hands.
No. Is this my mic?
What were you doing while I was out?
Who gave you permission
to touch my equipment? Who?
Everybody, to your rooms now!
-Chueco...
-Now, Martín. Now.
Come on. Go now. (exhales sharply)
Ema, I understand your room
is outside my house.
Come on.
My regards to your mom. I'll see her
on Friday in the reading group.
Dad, I... The mic... The cell phone...
Are you done?
You know how much this mic means to me.
You're grounded. Off to your room.
We were doing something important, Dad.
I don't care. Go to your room.
You did things that were wrong,
and here are the consequences.
I was going to ask you for the mic.
I didn't because you never listen to me.
If you cared about me,
you'd understand my dreams.
-Uh...
-But clearly you don't.
Honey...
That's right. Just like I said. Go.
I give the orders here.
I am the father. If I say "a," it's "a."
Amanda, why are you crawling
around my house?
I lost my phone.
I can't find it anywhere.
I have an idea. I'll call you,
and we'll see where the ring comes from.
Good idea, Juanito.
Yes.
(sighs)
-(cell phone ringing)
-I'm getting another call. Hold on.
Doctor Ape,
PhD in profitable talent management.
What can I do for you?
-Chueco, give Amanda her phone back.
-(Chueco laughs over phone)
That's what I'd say
if this wasn't a voicemail.
Thank you for calling.
(imitates beeping sound)
Come on, Juan.
We all rush into decisions in our teens.
I need Delfina to learn from this.
I'm just doing my duty.
My psychologist said so.
Seems like I'm the alpha male here.
I set the rules.
Sit up straight.
Yes. Sorry.
Delfina has already been grounded
for 24 hours.
That's enough.
You're being suspiciously supportive
of her. What's going on?
Can't a monkey protect his troop
in exchange for something?
I don't care
about the three tickets to Africa.
In fact, I'll turn them down.
(ring tone plays over cell phone)
I'm taking this call.
Behave, just for a change.
Hello?
It's always the small businessmen
who suffer.
Amanda, dear,
why don't you show me your talent?
Leave me alone.
I'm mad because you filled my phone
with pictures of your hairy face.
Forget about me.
Your shouting has potential.
But you lack lyricism.
(cell phone beeping)
(chuckles)
(gasps) I can't believe it!
We got into the finals!
Africa, here I go! Africa!
What?
They liked my song,
and the final stage is a live concert?
But I'm grounded, I can't go.
Nonsense!
I found out where the Bell label
will hold the second stage,
and it's right around the corner,
this afternoon.
I don't want any more trouble with Dad.
Oh, please! What's your song about?
Planting tulips?
No. It's about breaking the rules.
You think the founder of rock
was saying, "Yes, Dad"?
Sorry. Am I interrupting?
Uh, no. I was just practicing
my vocalizations in Argentinean.
(in low voice, Argentinian accent)
Don't sweat it.
I missed you.
I missed you, too.
Hi, Chueco.
(gibbers)
Bye, Chueco.
-Who let you in?
-Your dad.
I thought he wouldn't
since you're grounded,
but he saw me, started crying,
and said young love is beautiful.
-Guess what.
-What?
-We got into the finals.
-What?
This is all thanks to your song.
I told you it was amazing.
Yeah, well...
There's a small problem.
I'm grounded,
and the contest will be held nearby.
It could be a great chance, but...
What would you do?
Me? Uh...
If I were you, I wouldn't disobey my dad.
But that's just me.
Your dad is so sensitive.
I'd hate to see him cry again.
Ema!
You think the founder of rock
was saying, "Yes, Dad"?
I don't know.
I didn't meet him personally.
No! Rock is subversion.
And The Lunatics never give up.
(imitating rock shrieks)
(snoring)
(snoring loudly)
When he snores songs, he's fast sleep.
(snores)
(snoring continues)
Doctor Ape,
PhD in profitable talent management.
Puppet? What's up, bro?
Did you get me a place on the soccer team?
I know you're behind the times,
but this is a cell phone.
And if I'm using it, that means I'm busy.
Are you watching
the band contest live gig?
Is that The Lunatics?
That's Delfina.
But she's grounded, isn't she?
Roses are red and violets are blue.
Any more obvious facts?
Vicente, come here!
The Lunatics are about to get on stage!
They're coming!
Come on.
-Is Delfina on?
-Yes, that's her.
Why is she always wearing
that horrible makeup?
A makeover is a good way
to separate business from pleasure.
Go, sis! You look awful!
What? A washing machine
in the music video?
Let me think about it.
They won.
The Lunatics have won!
(all cheering)
I won!
We're going to Africa!
(snoring)
(ring tone playing over cell phone)
What? What happened?
Why is this always here?
Must be that company. What a pain.
I don't know who I'm talking to,
but, please, stop calling.
I'm a busy man,
it's not like I'm taking a nap.
(indistinct chatters over phone)
An audition?
I didn't audition for anything.
"Palmerism"? What's that, boy?
You're telling me an Argentinean
called from this number?
He shouted like an ape?
It's okay,
just don't call this number again.
-Chue...
-(door bell dings)
Lord.
Who is it now?
What's this?
Delivery.
Please, sign here and here.
Okay. But what's all this?
It's 30 kilos of nachos.
They're for a Doctor Ape.
Argentinean, ape shout, Doctor Ape.
One second.
Chueco!
It's about to go down.
To the door, don't let Juan in.
(cell phone ringing)
Hello. Doctor Ape.
(giggles)
Chueco, we made it!
We're with the record label's attorney.
We'll negotiate our contract.
Uh, put me on speaker.
Come here, guys.
Our manager won't be able to be here,
but he's on speaker.
I've been doing this for 89 years.
Don't pull any tricks on me.
Okay, let's begin.
First, congratulations.
By winning the second stage,
you got a new unique artistic opportunity.
(band cheering)
You're going to be part of our annual
Christmas carols compilation album!
Carols?
What? Carols?
-Carols?
-Carols?
What's going on?
CHUECO: Close that door!
Didn't you know
it was for a Christmas carol album?
It was rather obvious judging
by the name of our company.
Bell company? Jingle bells?
But the leaflet said the winners
would record their own album.
-Right.
-Yes.
Your own Christmas album.
With all family songs, huh?
Don't give me that look.
You will tour all over Mexico
and you'll be the opening act
of our opening act
of our Gregorian chant choir!
How about that?
Are you kidding me?
Who's running your company? A monkey?
I'm going to ask you
to, please, lower your tone.
What about the trip to Africa?
Where are my three tickets to Africa?
Africa, yes.
"Africa" is this famous diner
with amazing sandwiches,
and you'll get three coupons
for three free meals.
You fraud! Swindler!
JUAN: Open up, Chueco!
You have to explain the nacho thing.
(pounding on door)
I'm not done with you.
My lawyers will be calling you tomorrow.
What the hell is going on?
Juancito, my man.
Do you need to promote something?
Just asking.
Why are you dressed like that?
I don't get it.
Martín, you're the eldest, to your room.
But this is my room!
It's 9:15. When is that girl coming back?
When the sun is up?
(clears throat)
"Delfina, you've disappointed me
on an astro..."
What did you write here?
I can't make it out.
"Astronomical."
"You've disappointed me
on an astronomical level.
You can't believe how sad I am.
No, don't try to scare me."
Farewell, Doctor Ape.
You weren't appreciated enough.
I'm not in the mood
for your drama. Stop it.
How many rules do I set? One.
And Del broke it. Help me out here.
Delfina and everyone else, face it.
You're right. My psychologist is wrong.
I'm a clown.
I'm oblivious to everything,
everybody walks all over me.
I'm like the furniture. Look.
Come on. Delfina just fought
for her dream, like you taught her.
Plus, she's easy to manipulate.
Like you are.
She actually obeys you
much more than you think.
(keys jingling)
The keys. Hide.
Coach, talk, father, daughter, now.
Go, go, go, go.
(Juan clears throat)
Delfina.
Delfina!
Why didn't you tell me
about the first concert?
What?
I would have loved to be there,
supporting you.
Why didn't you tell me?
It was embarrassing, Dad.
Nobody went to our first concert.
I'm starting to believe
I'm not meant for this.
Maybe I should quit.
Let this be the first and last time
I hear you say that.
You want to hear about first gigs?
Only your mother came to see mine,
and she didn't applaud much.
(laughs)
The janitor showed up
and told us to leave.
But two people came.
Uh-huh?
They applauded him for sweeping.
That's embarrassing.
Don't give up.
This is what artists do.
You have a bright future ahead of you.
But you'll have to try and try again.
Eventually, everyone will listen to you.
And don't worry about the process.
Your dad will stand by you.
-I love you, Dad.
-And I love you.
I'm glad everything's settled.
You always drag me into your stuff.
Good timing, Chueco.
Don't get smart. You're still grounded.
One decade without a cell phone.
What? After all the things
I got for you with my talent?
And we still have to shoot
the video by Kay Oss.
Please. Nobody buys that.
Kay Oss?
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
♪ I won't put my phone down
to wash my socks! ♪
♪ I won't go to bed before midnight ♪
♪ I'll take you to the party ♪
♪ In a limo with this curtain ♪
♪ Nine out of ten recommend it! ♪
♪ I don't care about your rules ♪
♪ I'm making history ♪
♪ Don't you see I only use Bavaria skis? ♪
-♪ I don't wanna do my homework! ♪
-No!
-♪ I don't wanna set the table! ♪
-No!
♪ I won't put my phone down
to wash my socks! ♪
♪ Chueco ♪
(closing theme music playing)