[man humming]
[humming continues]
-[pop music playing] -[partygoers] Whoo!
What the hell?! Why didn't I think of that, dude?
Yeah, no, Carolina was right after all. This is the ultimate nightclub.
It's like a glacier turned into a nightclub.
All the drinks are frozen. I'll never forget it. The frozen…
Get married? What are you talking about, dude?
I'll never get married… unless I meet the right person.
Someone who knows what I like and isn't a psycho.
Unless it's Leo DiCaprio.
[loud clank]
CARIZZMA
Heya! This is Leo.
Welcome to our home. Caro and I love each other.
We're getting married on my birthday, making us the couple of the year.
-[camera clicking] -Right?
[upbeat music playing]
[Ana] Sorry. Excuse me.
Caro, we gotta sort out the Strawberry Party at Pertenenciah.
-Oh! -We're in the middle of something.
Handle it. You're in charge.
This is Ana, Caro's personal assistant.
Don't mind her. She always at the house with a butt-ugly face.
This isn't your house.
Okay, let's not be negative.
Up and at 'em, as they say in Punta. Up and at 'em!
It's delicious.
I'm incredibly surprised Carolina isn't coming to Pertenenciah,
especially since today's the Strawberry Party.
That's the celebration of strawberries, if I may venture to define the party.
Yes, it's just that Caro's overwhelmed with her wedding/birthday.
How does that make you feel?
Don't bust my balls, Sábado.
Wrath. One of the deadly sins.
It's understandable it makes you feel that way.
What the hell is going on?
Excuse me. What are you doing, sir?
CLOSED
I'm Cacho, the food inspector.
Are you in charge, sugarpie?
Yes, I have to wait for a delivery--
The smell of piss on this property is awful.
Everyone pisses everywhere but the toilet.
The stench reaches all the way here. It's making my eyes water.
No, I'm calling the manager now.
Sure, they snort a line and piss out of their asses, don't they?
Fugazzeta pizza, boom!
A big acidic mess. Rally on the floor.
Terracotta, tiger scratches everywhere.
I dive headfirst, and I'm in the mud.
-A disaster. -What are you saying?
We have to close down the club, sugarpie.
[Caro] Ana, it's my favorite party of the year.
They're shutting down the club?
I mean, take care of it. I'm figuring out where to have my wedday.
I mean, are you trying to ruin my life? Ana, what the hell?
What a moron.
-Sorry… for butting in. -[whirring]
I heard you're looking for a place for your wedday.
I can help you.
Yeah, it's like the most important event of my life so far,
and I can't find anything original.
So excited to be able to help you with this.
-I've thought of three options. -[whirring continues]
Palacio San Miguel,
ideal for a Versailles pop-music aesthetic
and a huge private concert.
I hadn't thought of that.
Do you want me to continue with the other suggestions?
Okay, go on.
At La Rural, anything can be set up,
from a Victoria Secret-style fashion show
or a Coldplay-style concert with LED screen.
No, that seems so tacky, so 2005, not at all my taste.
Apologies, I misunderstood you.
What you are looking for,
which combines glamour, exclusivity, and nature,
doesn't exist in this city.
Tell me where it is.
The Luxury Hotel in Bariloche is located between two majestic lakes.
It is a dreamlike landscape with unmatched charm.
There's the possibility of arranging private flights for all your guests.
A luxury.
-Who are you? Where did you come from? -Let me introduce myself. I'm Chechi.
I can be your assistant, your wedding planner,
or maybe even… your friend.
-[enchanting music playing] -It would be an honor.
I love you. Like, are you a robot? Like AI?
Like, okay, make me a caramel macchiato with oat milk.
[clicking]
-[mechanical buzzing] -[liquid dripping]
[Caro] I love what you're saying. You're so funny.
Artificial intelligence is creating a world where it's hilarious.
I was totally gonna leave my tea and have the caramel macchiato.
You're so funny.
Are you Chechi 'cause of ChatGPT?
[menacing music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
Hey! Hey, hey! What are you doing here?
[music fades]
-To get to the other side. -[laughing]
That's like the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life.
Caro, don't worry. I'll take care of it.
The manager still hasn't found the closure paperwork. It's weird.
But I promise I'll take care of it, okay?
Chechi already took care of it.
-Who? -This is Chechi, my new assistant.
-[whirring] -What?
I no longer need your services. Leo told me you couldn't be trusted.
So I'm cutting ties with you for good, Fabiana.
[uneasy music plays]
Chechi, another double macchiato with salty milk.
-My pleasure. -[whirring]
-[mechanical buzzing] -[liquid dripping]
[eerie music playing]
What a shame.
What are you doing here?
And you? Didn't they tell you she's cutting ties with you for good?
How do you know that?
Soulmates. We tell each other everything.
There are no secrets between us.
We're getting married, even if it hurts, sugarpie.
I know what you're doing.
You have no talent, and you're very aggressive.
If you really care about Caro,
I recommend you stay away from her.
She's living the best moment of her life.
-[club music playing] -[crowd cheering]
[crowd whooping] Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
It was such a beautiful night,
and I looked up and saw the sign, and like, I got all emotional, you know?
Like, how could I not?
Wait, I haven't seen you alone in forever. You're with Leo all the time.
Yeah, because we're soulmates, like Leo says.
Where's Ana?
No, let's not talk about Fabiana. I don't want to comment.
-What happened? -Wait. We have a surprise.
-What is it? -A bachelorette party!
I love it! But what is it?
A bachelorette party!
I love it, but what are we doing?
We have to keep it a secret.
Lío loves secrets.
No, the point is that Leo doesn't know.
It's just there are no secrets between us.
No, no one can know about this.
It has to stay a secret between the three of us.
Okay.
We can call it something else, like, I don't know, "cotton ball."
Let's keep a cotton ball between us three, which is a secret.
-What is? -The cotton ball!
-[ominous music playing] -[keys tapping rapidly]
-Mom, the Internet is out! -Don't yell, dummy.
-You're here, dumbass? -Dumbass?
I'm rubber. You're glue. Dumbass squared. Dumbass.
Stop bothering my woman.
She'll find out what you're doing.
Oh really?
Then I'll show Mom
the video where you tried to hump Tatín,
Uncle's dog.
That was a joke.
And you left the dead guy's arm in my fridge.
Are you insane?
And you left it in Mom's barbecue freezer.
That freezer is useless.
-No, it's not. I use it. -For what?
-For juice. -What?
Stop bothering Carolina. She didn't do anything to you, dumbass.
-Take that off your head. -Don't touch me.
If you interfere with my plans with Caro again,
I swear I'll kill you.
-Ah! -[laughter]
I love it!
Whoo!
[Piba] Cheers!
[suspenseful music playing] ns with Caro again,