Black Widows: Wh*res & Hustlers

To this meeting.

All right, here's to us.

You know...

This is a good wine.

You want to just savor it and taste it slowly.

Absolutely, you're right.

It's just that I'm a little nervous, to be honest. I never do this.

Do what?

Date someone I met online. Never done that.

- Do you want to go out? - No, it's all right.

I'm a bit freaked out by something that happened to this friend of mine

- but it's fine. - What happened to her?

She met a guy on the Internet.

Everything was going well.

Weeks of chatting and fun, it was perfect.

They decided to meet

but when she got to his place, she realized something was wrong.

You lied to me, you bitch!

Why?

You told me you were 25.

Well, the guy was being rude.

Your friend should have left right away.

The thing is, Juan Cruz...

If we leave every time we feel the slightest bit afraid

we would never fuck again.

This is exquisite.

Beer.

Thank you.

- Who is it? - Just some friends.

The more the merrier, right?

They're nice, you'll have fun.

Sure, sounds good.

It's just that, I was actually hoping we would be alone for a while.

Nah, I'm fucking with you!

Yeah, I'm just fucking with you. I ordered empanadas.

That's great, because I brought dessert.

That's right, we had a bet.

How was it?

If it wasn't the best dessert I've ever had...

What would happen?

I'd let you have my ass.

How could your friend go out with a guy like that?

Disgusting.

I don't know. See, when women want to start a family

we'll take anyone.

You know what I mean?

Then what happened?

Did you like it?

That was amazing.

Guess I lost the bet.

I'll take your ass anyway.

Because what kind of whore comes to a stranger's apartment, right?

That was a joke.

That was just a joke.

I was just joking.

Don't get mad.

Don't get mad.

You have a beautiful grumpy face.

And a delicious mouth.

- Do you know how to count to ten? - What?

Do you know how to count to ten?

- What are you saying? - Come on, try it. Count for me.

Hold up, I'm feeling weird.

- One... - I feel weird...

- Two... - Hold up a second.

What comes after two? Give it a try.

- Three... - Three! Very good!

Bingo!

I can't believe it.

She was a black widow.

How about that!

What a fucking psychopath!

Yeah, crazy.

Crazy.

Why do you have a black widow for a friend?

It was hard to get in here. There aren't any men left.

- Not a single one. - Nice apartment though.

- Yeah, right? - Are you drunk?

Yeah, but you have to try this.

It's so good! It's like juice, so smooth.

Amazing! Calls for a smoke.

- Oh, yeah. Could you light one up? - Sure!

Forgot to tell you. Lula texted me.

She said, "When will I see you? I miss you, my friend."

She called me her friend.

I hate it when they say that.

Why does she have to emphasize we're friends? Fuck off!

I feel the same when people call me "Mari." Hate it.

If they call you Mari, they don't know you.

And if you call me your friend, we're not friends.

It means you want something. Bitch wants a favor.

I can tell she does.

Come on. You know how many times Lula watched your kids?

Don't be a jerk.

- She's kind of your friend. - Why don't you take something?

- That coffee maker looks pricey. - Chill out. I'll get it.

You have to use little pods for that. It's state-of-the-art.

I'm just saying, I think you're exaggerating a little.

All Lula said was that the kids were fine staying with their father.

What are you doing?

- Are you crazy? What the hell? - Sorry... sorry. That was too much.

Sorry, I'm sorry. Why did you mention him?

He wants to ruin my life! Why talk about him?

All I'm saying is that your ex is a good guy

and that you don't want to see it.

But no, you won't listen

because you turn into an idiot every time you drink. Every time!

No, you always side with him. You're never on my side.

Get him off me!

Get him off me... Get him off me!

Stop... Stop!

Let's go! We have to go!

Come on! Grab your stuff!

You're in shock. Okay, listen to me.

Come on, let's get out of here!

I'm going to see Lula

and give her a piece of my mind.

If I have to hit her, I will.

- I don't want to do this anymore. - Why not?

Seriously, I mean it. That's enough.

It's over. At some point, this turned into a big job for us.

We used to do this because it was fun.

- Once in a while, for the fun of it. - I don't know what happened.

I don't get it. Did we not drug him enough?

How did he wake up?

Someday, we'll slip up.

And one of them is going to die. I'm dead serious.

We don't know if one of them has high blood pressure, for example

or if they take those medications that some people need forever.

You're exaggerating. Who dies from an anxiolytic, Marina?

Relax!

I have a plan. Listen.

I'll fix myself, quit drinking, all of that.

- Yeah, quit alcohol. - Today will be my last day.

- I'll start a beauty salon. - Yeah!

- There you go! - An aesthetic center, actually.

Something big, important.

- Excellent. - Yeah.

That's the way! That's what you should do.

But I don't have any money.

Of course.

And Paola just got us a guy with lots of money. Loaded.

- No. - Yes.

Real money, not the chump change we get ourselves, you get it?

This could change our lives. One last job.

Last one, a big one, and we're out.

- No. - Yeah.

- No. - Yeah...

- No! - Come on!

No! I think we should take this as a sign.

This is a sign. It's a warning.

Does it hurt a lot?

No.

Do you need to see a doctor?

It's not that bad, no.

All right. Let's go.

Sure.

I have an idea.

- Want to partner up with me? - What? Like, how?

The beauty salon.

- I got a name. - Yeah?

Queen Wolf.

What?

It sounds like a swingers bar.

- Will you do hair removal? - Laser, yeah.

- And you'll go with Queen Wolf? - You're right.

- I got another one. - Okay?

"Mica's," with an apostrophe, like a fancy American thing.

So snobby! You're all snobby now.

- So what? - Come on, get in.

- Maru. - What?

Do it for the kids.

It's the last favor I'll ever ask, my friend.

"Friend"? Get in the car, you jerk.

WH*RES & HUSTLERS

EPISODE 1 THE REUNION

13 YEARS LATER

Good morning!

I'm here. Nancy says she's never coming back.

She's furious.

No... no.

That isn't her choice, I'm not letting her in.

I told her clearly

"You can't go from jet black hair to platinum blonde in one day."

She wanted her color changed from a 1.3 to an 8.4!

But what happened?

- She's basically bald now. - She never listens.

But, Micaela, why did you do it?

She gave me a lot of money.

I'm only human.

So, what about professional ethics?

Perfect!

You want to talk morals and good ways? Sure.

- Nelly, you know what she's up to? - No.

Come on. I have a right to new experiences too, don't I?

She's opening up her relationship, at her age. You naughty girl!

Chichita, quit messing around!

Some bitch will take your husband, and your apartment in Mar del Plata.

God, not the Mar del Plata apartment.

That's right.