Flipped

No, no! I don't want you to plant the birds-of-paradise.

I want you to rip them all out.

¿Estas?

Yeah, all the birds-of-paradise.

I want them gone.

And in the empty hole,

I'd like you to plant this Japanese horsetail reed.

I'm sorry, my husband usually helps me with the landscaping,

but he apparently thinks he's Puff Daddy now,

producing J.Lo's hit new record,

- and so I'm left... - ¿Qué?

I'm sorry, you don't comprende.

Listen.

These in, those out!

Make sense?

Yeah?

Thank you.

Okay.

Oh, there you are.

You know, Fidelia is a bitch on wheels,

but the pâté is fantastic.

- Is it? - Yes.

Okay, so you have time

for goose liver, but you don't have time

to help me in the garden? (CHUCKLES)

What's that supposed to mean?

You do realize that the renovation was supposed

to be finished before this party?

What do you want me to do... tell "El Nightmare"

that I can't engineer his new cut

because my wife needs me to supervise the flowerbed redo?

Huh?

Sorry.

Listen, Rumualdo is happy, all right?

He's thrilled with the renovation.

He's pouring more money into the budget.

He even took off our tracking bracelets for the party.

Now, aren't these wins, Cricket?

Yes.

Yes, you're right. I'm sorry.

We have always been "client first."

So, if Rumualdo's happy, then...

then we should be happy... I'm sorry!

I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed.

You know who's not happy?

Sofia.

Fidelia hired a French jazz fusion trio

to play at her quinceañera.

Mm... Sofia doesn't care.

She's too busy trying to get

finger-blasted by cousin Raul.

Ah... there they are!

My celebrity designers, hola.

Diego, hi.

Have you had the pâté yet?

Oh, no, please... who serves French food

at a Mexican birthday party, okay?

Like, snails and goose liver?

It is off-brand and disgusting to me.

Disagree... I actually have such a soft spot for escargot,

it's almost a hard spot.

Well, the two of you have made some very big fans.

And I promised the Ortegas I'd introduce you,

so you're in for a treat.

El es Jann, ella es Cricket.

Oh, what you did with Diego's house... exquisite.

He hasn't stopped talking about the gold sink

and the, the tiger paw faucet.

Yeah. - He's obsessed!

Yes, well, Diego was a tough sell on that faucet.

But he came around.

I have learned to shut my mouth, with these two, you know?

It's called a trust exercise.

It's very cool.

I want you to do our master bathroom

exactly like Diego's.

When you're done with Rumualdo's, of course.

- No. Yeah... - Actually, this is our last...

Hey, hey, hey, of course! I told you they'd love

to work on it with you. Now, if you'll excuse me

with these two rascals for a little bit.

- Hey, try the, try the pâté! - Of course.

It's so delicious.

Come with me.

Come, come.

- W-T-fuck, Diego?! - What?

You said as soon as we were done remodeling the beach house

we were all paid up.

My goodness! Yes, you are, of course.

But, uh-oh, oh-oh.

: Ching, ching, ching, ching.

The Ortegas just put down a $10,000 deposit

to retain your services.

I keep a ten percent, of course, and now...

we're in business together... congratulations!

But, no, we had an agreement!

Yeah, we had one agreement.

I agreed that I was not going to kill you.

And that agreement is open-ended.

Subject to change... do you understand me?

Don't give me Bambi eyes. Don't do this.

All right, look... you're never going home.

Okay? That's just a fact.

You're part of us now, okay?

You can still make a pretty good life.

Look, you build up your client base,

you do exactly what you love to do,

and you start making some real fucking money!

Everyone wins.