Technoboys (2024) Movie Script

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Robotic love
Robotic love
Robotic love
It's a metallic love
Enigmatic
Filled with electricity
Robotic love
Wires mix
Short circuit
Come on, baby, let's connect
Technoboys,
the most successful Mexican boy band
of the late '90s.
Albums, movies, soap operas,
they succeeded in everything.
But like Icarus,
they flew too close to the sun
and their wings melted.
The fall of the Technoboys
was quick and painful.
But what happened?
Join me to find out
in Flirting with the Truth.
Luxury cars, I have a collection
Your white sheets are missing my cologne
Between 1995 and 1999,
Mexican pop had not one king, but five.
They were Alan, the charismatic leader.
Charlie, the bad boy.
Leo, the handsome one.
Freddy, the chic one.
And the little god of dance,
the incomparable Babyface.
Mexico, Lima, Buenos Aires, Rio, Sarajevo.
Technoboys conquered them all
and became the favorite
of the major brands.
And you? What would you do to get some?
But Technoboys, in actuality,
were the culmination of a formula
that had already found success
in the hands of the same manager,
the acclaimed creative genius
behind the band, Masiosare Mendoza.
Who, before hitting the mark
with Technoboys,
had already hit it big
with The Spicy Roots.
Soap me up, baby, come on
I like you wet, foam on your tiny waist
Come shower with me, get ready for bed
A group of four
Puerto Rican technomerengue pioneers,
that were displaced from their throne
with the arrival of Technoboys.
Their leader, Number Juan,
never forgave Alan
for Technoboys being the favorite
of Masiosare Records.
Since then, he has been
their avowed archenemy.
But at the height of their success,
the love affair crumbles.
In Sunday school
They say that lying is wrong
Whoa-oh-oh...
In 1998, Maria Elena Prez,
better known as Melena,
would leave the trio Spandex
to join Masiosare Records.
For the release,
Masiosare arranged a duet with Alan
on the closing night
of the Cholula Music Festival.
Those that saw the performance
witnessed a display
of artistic and sexual fierceness,
which started one
of the most high-profile scandals
of the turn of the century.
Pop's most eligible bachelor
had fallen head over heels in love.
But he wasn't the only one.
Masiosare would also fall in love
with Melena, both as a manager,
and as a lover.
Broadcast live on television
to 57 countries,
it would have been
the most successful event
in both of their careers,
had it not been for Alan,
who showed up completely intoxicated
to stop the wedding.
Mely!
Don't do this to me, Mely.
We need to talk.
-Give me back my girl!
-Get out!
-Mely, we need to talk.
-Get out.
Mely, please...
-Alan, listen to me!
-Let me talk to her!
Let me see her! Fuck you!
I want to talk to her!
-You chose money over love!
-Please!
-You were mine, Melena!
-Stop it!
Making a fool of himself
in front of the entire continent,
Alan was restrained by The Spicy Roots
and his own Technoboys crew.
From then on,
nothing was the same for Alan.
Technoboys disappeared,
and Melena became one
of the world's most influential artists.
Alan vowed to succeed as a solo artist,
but 20 years later, it's safe to say
that he never did.
That's the ruthless world of pop music.
A little more here.
-How many people are there, George?
-We're good. Many people are arriving.
-And is there an opening act?
-Obvs.
Okay, babies,
I need you to give it your all, okay?
-Shouldn't we wait for more people?
-ChapStick.
Sure, but we could also do
our stilt-walker job,
put on the stilts, and attract people.
-Which media outlets came?
-Let's go.
Your fan club.
Just the president?
Not everyone can come this far, Alan.
-It's a school night...
-Fuck, George! Fucking shit!
-Fuck! Eyebrows, Yanetn.
-No. Buddy.
This is what we dreamed of.
This is being underground,
this is being... countercultural.
-Yes.
-This is having credibility. Right?
-Plus we already paid for it, buddy.
-Yes.
Alan! Alan!
-Alan! Alan! Alan!
-Alan! Alan! Alan!
Thank you for being here.
This is the first single
from my latest album.
And it's called "Yo."
It's a play on the words "Me" and "Yo!"
You can buy it here. Here it is.
This one's called "Self-Care."
Hit it, Ramn.
I carry a dead dove inside my heart
With the message I never sent
That was never received
Grandma said, "Stop searching for that
Which doesn't search for you"
"And start hating
To be happy"
I hate you
Even if it's not true
Because I love you
But you don't listen anymore
And you've killed me so many times
I've now become immortal
Pain taught me how to fly
Your chamochelas, boss.
One plain, one with the works.
Nice!
Well, then...
Clink. Cheers!
-"The works"? That's what it's called?
-Just drink, baby.
Let me remind you that Wednesday
was the seventh anniversary
of our work collaboration.
Seven years already?
Thank you, Alan.
Thanks for existing and for being here.
Thanks for "exibeing."
Shit, George!
There's nothing to celebrate, dude.
-Are you blind?
-Alan, don't freak out.
Look, you are Don Quixote,
I am Sancho Panza.
And the windmill is the music industry.
Let's see. First,
you never read Don Quixote, okay?
And second, Don Quixote
was out of his fucking mind.
-That was the point of the story.
-You didn't get it.
-Didn't I? What did I miss?
-No, you didn't.
Don Quixote was not crazy.
We're all Don Quixote.
Who believed in Chamochelas George
before it became what it is?
Nobody. Do you know how many people
believed in chamochelas in general?
...the release of the new album
of pop's legend Melena.
We Are Tribe launches a new stage
in Melena's career.
Of course, it's my most personal album,
not just because it's the first
I produced myself,
but also because it was born out of pain.
With the booty down to the ground
And the fist up...
Her latest work and her debut
in the English-speaking market,
"Work Permit," scored 12 nominations
at the Latin Grammys,
but was ignored
by the international competition.
Like so many of my people,
I was discriminated against.
And that's when I said,
"Of course."
"It's because of my cinnamon skin."
"Because I'm a woman of color."
"Because I don't belong
to their white world."
And that's my album, that is We Are Tribe.
It's a...
It's a hymn about kinship.
"Amor e corao."
-A gift from Melena to the world.
-Can we turn it down?
Carlitos...
No... to the other side.
I don't have any money, man.
Don't, buddy.
Nobody wants to... Nobody wants to listen
to my Bon Jovi-influenced material.
Buddy.
I'm nobody without Technoboys.
Without Technoboys,
I'm nothing but a fucking loser, George.
I hoped for a party mood to give you
the news, but you get what you get.
What news?
Yesterday,
the Technoboys brand name
became copyright-free.
The Masiosare Records legal team
completely dropped the ball.
So the name is free?
No, not anymore.
And Alan, buddy,
guess who renewed it?
-No way!
-Yes.
Shit.
Shit, George.
-Shit, dude!
-It's going to be great.
Do you know what this means, George?
Do you know what this means?
-Yeah!
-We need to look for the guys, dude.
We need to find them one by one,
and we need to get ready!
And we need to rehearse.
And we're going to fill stadiums, George.
We'll be number one on the radio again.
And when I get back everything
that was taken from me,
when I get back all that was mine,
when we are on top again,
I'll finally get Melena back!
Ah.
Okay.
Welcome to the Technoboys' headquarters.
What was this place?
-A distribution center.
-Distribution for what?
For nothing right now,
but soon enough, dreams.
And Babyface? Did he give you his address?
He did.
He has an awful office
in the Bondojito neighborhood.
He's a private investigator now.
Yeah, we quit show business
to fully concentrate
on private investigation.
We mostly handle infidelity cases.
In case you need us.
Mr. Face...
Uh... Mr. Baby.
Once this gets going,
it will be very physically demanding.
Very demanding, yes.
You'll have to exercise.
You'd have to wear a cap in public
at all times.
Get up early.
Start taking collagen.
You have to dance.
-Sing.
-And well, I noticed that you're a smoker.
Yes. A social smoker.
A drinker too.
Oh, shit. Baby,
with all due respect...
you look like shit, dude.
Very much like shit.
Plus, it looks like you'll have
a heart attack any moment.
And to be honest, I don't know
if you can be a part of Technoboys.
Ah.
Well, welcome to Technoboys.
Welcome.
Leo, the handsome one.
-Have you talked to him?
-No.
Leo has no cell phone.
He says the radiation causes impotence.
He lives with his wife and kids.
What is this bullshit?
Leo!
Leo, it's Alan from Technoboys!
Leo!
Leo?
Leo!
Welcome.
We were waiting for you.
Welcome. I mean, hello.
-Hi.
-Please, come in.
Come in.
Leon!
-Okay.
-Wow.
What's up, fucking Leo?
My kin!
I can't believe it.
You're here, beautiful!
What's up, bro? How are you?
-Let me hug you.
-Okay.
-You're beautiful.
-You haven't changed, dude.
-Let me breathe you in.
-Okay.
Okay.
Let's see this butt.
This is very closed off. Let's see...
No, your sexual chakra
is completely closed and blocked, buddy.
Are you having sex?
How are you?
I'm fine. I just missed you, buddy.
-It's so nice to have you here, love!
-Me too, dude.
I missed you.
My brothers.
Fame is an illusion of the ego.
Come on, Leo.
Returning to Technoboys
should help us elevate our message.
Help us grow spiritually.
So that more people listen to us
and can follow our temple.
But what if
I told you...
that we were invited
to the '90s Pop Tour, dude?
What?
-What?
-Why didn't you tell me?
I don't have to tell you everything. Okay?
Okay, but,
you mean the most important
'90s pop music festival?
The one that's been selling out stadiums
for ten years
and making its artists
millionaires once again?
Thank you,
but we're not interested in money.
No, hold on, Warrior.
Yes, Warrior.
Listen to me.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-My parents love each other very much.
That's cool.
We were digging for essences.
-Okay. Very important.
-We noticed.
And we've made a decision as a couple.
It's time to illuminate
the path to peace again.
I'm in.
Our bad boy.
Charlie.
He vanished into thin air.
He has no Face,
no Insta, no MySpace, nothing.
Don't worry, boss, we'll find him for you.
We're counting on you, Baby.
Don't screw it up.
Any news about Freddy's whereabouts?
Yes, Freddy lives in La Chiripa,
Nuevo Len, with his family.
And he's a bullfighter now.
I'll call him.
Hello?
What's up, Freddy? How are you?
This is Alan, from Technoboys.
You took your sweet time, you faggot.
-How's it going? How's the family?
-Well...
I mean, you know I don't have a family.
I don't know if you remember that my dad
had a stroke
when we were on tour in Guatemala.
And my mom, well,
she had terminal cancer several years ago.
-Fucking awesome.
-But, you know, here we are.
-It's all good.
-Hell yeah.
We're getting there.
But look, I was calling because...
-You know I'm in, bitch.
-What?
I'm in for the band, sucker!
I even talked to fucking Leo!
Okay. Okay. Well, uh...
Awesome.
I mean, it's great
that you're so excited to be a part
of the Technoboys family again.
-Now with George Entertainment.
-Hell yeah!
So that's cool, that's great.
Hey, he told me about the '90s Pop Tour.
Hell yeah.
I'd be an idiot
to pass up this opportunity, wouldn't I?
Yeah. Actually,
it was a... a surprise, right?
We didn't see that invitation coming,
but we're...
Hey, what's up with Leo's wife, man?
She's a fucking hot bitch, isn't she?
Don't leave me alone with her.
-I'll fuck her through her ears.
-Yes, I'll tell him.
Yes, I'll tell him.
Yes.
All right. Take care.
Done. Charlie is in Tijuana.
I'd recommend going there in person
instead of calling.
Why?
When did this happen?
This?
I mean...
Look.
When I quit Technoboys,
I also quit being Charlie.
And quit being a capitalist.
I'm an anarchist now.
And, well,
I formed my queer band.
The Madonna Flowers.
The Madonnas of Tijuana.
-Charlize, we're back in five!
-Coming!
-Want to come?
-No.
-I have to go with some friends.
-We'll miss the flight.
-If you want to go...
-No, it's okay.
Look, Charlie... Charlize? Charlize.
It's great that you're so fulfilled
with this new life and all that shit,
but... are you kidding me?
I mean, we're the Technoboys, okay?
Not the "Technoboys and girls."
You know? I mean, you were the bad boy.
Look, when I left Technoboys,
I said to myself, "I'll never dance
those stupid choreographies again..."
Hey, have some respect.
Those were Mexican pop classics, Charlize.
Silen...
But I'll do it.
And... I mean, Charlize,
don't anarchists have something
like artistic integrity?
My only artistic integrity
is to be a thorn in the scrotum
of the bourgeoisie.
And you're going to help me.
Shit.
When do we start?
Well, the day has officially come.
Welcome, guys.
-"Welcome, folks."
-"Welcome, folks."
-What?
-We use inclusive language.
No, that's bullshit, okay?
We're in a professional environment, okay?
Let's not talk like idiots,
for God's sake.
Inclusive language, Alan.
Baby, it's just that we're not all
straight white men.
Talk however the fuck you want outside.
At work, we will try to speak
like normal people
and not destroy our language.
What do we think, Charlize?
Does inclusive language bother you?
-No.
-No one minds inclusive language, right?
But it's dangerous
not to be inclusive, love.
-What?
-Nothing, my boy.
Great. So, can we move on
to the next item on the agenda?
Dude!
Dude!
Just look at them!
Bunch of faggots. How long has it been
since I've seen you bastards?
What's up, fucking Leo, motherfucker?
Fucking hippie, dude.
-My beautiful friend.
-Hey, kiss my willy.
Ouch, you idiot!
-Georgie boy.
-How are you?
I finally see your face, eh?
Yeah, you don't say. My face and...
What's up? How are you?
-Hey!
-Freddy!
-You look pretty, eh, asshole?
-Thanks.
Pretty fucked up!
-Faggot.
-Oh, stop it, dude!
Hey, so, I'm sorry for the delay.
I was at the gym.
Shut up.
I'm lifting 100 kilos with each arm, dude.
-That's great.
-What's up with the gyms in Mexico?
They're full of faggots.
I had to put my shirt on
so they wouldn't drool.
Yes. Uh, Freddy,
it's great...
It's good to see you, but...
What the hell?
What?
Well...
With...
Oh, this?
Well, no, the thing is,
a few years ago, I...
During a bullfight, I was gored by a bull
in my anus.
-In the anus?
-Yeah, but I didn't like it.
Are you sure?
If you liked it, that's okay.
No way. I'm as manly as ever, okay?
Anyway, it'll be great to set foot
on stage again with you bastards.
-"Set foot."
-Yeah.
Well, we...
we'll have to work out the issue
of the choreographies, right? But...
-Yes.
-That's what show business needs now.
Projects like this one, with family songs
that transmit values.
Not flamboyant songs
made by the snowflake generation
that only talk
about how they love to be fucked.
Well, let me stop you there, dear.
The thing is,
it's key that we reach these new audiences
in order to stay relevant.
Exactly. What George means
is that our new target audience
would be the millennials, see?
I call them "faggotenials."
Don't get confused, Georgie.
What society needs
is masculine role models, right?
Manly men.
Real men.
That's what Technoboys stands for.
The old school.
Techno-boys, motherfuckers!
First, thanks to the entertainment press
for being here.
You have always been very professional
and very respectful of our personal lives.
We're very happy to be back,
as you can see.
Charlie... Charlize, even had an update.
Okay.
Good morning.
Carlos Muoz from El Maanazo.
-Hi, Carlos, how are you?
-Could be better.
Alan, will there be a new album?
That's right, Carlos.
We're preparing our new album,
our new recording material,
which will have all our remastered hits,
including "TechnoBoyfriend,"
"Robotic Love," "Booby Byte..."
-They're gaining hundreds of followers.
-...and other classics.
We're also preparing the reunion tour,
which will be called Software/Hardcore,
representing the duality
of each Technoboy and each TechnoFan.
Thank you.
-Thank you. Babyface?
-Babyface.
What can you tell us
about the rumors about your addictions?
Did you forgive Alan?
-How are you? Good morning.
-Of course not.
I will never forgive that ungrateful jerk.
So?
Wasn't the Technoboys brand name
registered under your name?
This whole situation
has me very upset.
You, making albums without me,
the hits that don't come
like they used to...
I'm distracted.
And I forgot to renew the damn name!
No, no, no.
Melena should be respected, papi.
There's no room for that here, eh?
There's no room for violence here.
Are you crazy?
You can't deny it
You couldn't help it
You looked at me and you lost
Against my sensuality
I danced for you and you...
Holy shit.
Hi, Alan.
Papi, I'm so glad
that Technoboys are back!
From the resistance,
I wish you justice and dignity.
I will be your TechnoBoyfriend
I will be your TechnoBoyfriend
I will be your...
ARE YOU READY?
Talk to me, papi.
Number Juan, my brother.
It's so good to hear from you.
I need a big favor.
We have changed so much,
but our flavor remains the same.
SPICY
Don't be shy, mami. Come closer.
A little closer.
ROOTS
Just like that.
Now, soap me up, baby.
SPICY
ROOTS
SPICY ROOTS
We are
The Spicy Roots!
Soap me up, baby
Cut it.
Wait, you, cut it!
Cut it.
Thank you, you know how it is.
Well, hello, mamis. Welcome.
Thanks for being here, brother.
Thanks for having us.
We're pumped, we're very happy.
We have the scoop.
The Spicy Roots have decided
to rewrite all our material,
and create eight new tracks
for our new album,
Woke!
-Number Juan, Carlos Muoz, El Maanazo.
-Spill it, papi.
Why now when your old rivals,
the Technoboys, are back?
Are we witnessing the comeback
of two iconic '90s groups?
Or perhaps also an old rivalry?
I open this thread.
-What?
-Hell, man. What are you talking about?
-What are you talking about? You're lost.
-No, my love, no. You're so wrong.
No, this is just a coincidence,
you know what I mean?
We have never, brother, never, ever,
had anything against the Technoboys.
It's the most absolute truth.
They've never been competition for us.
-Guess who went shopping?
-Guess who went shopping?
You look... wow.
-I look like a stripper.
-Not at all.
One that charges $20 for a private dance.
Shut up, legionnaire.
Sis, don't you think
that a trans woman
with a social conscience and sisterhood
shouldn't talk like that
about sex workers?
Don't fuck with me, okay? Preppy-hippie.
-You know what?
-What?
How about a mask?
-A mask?
-With sequins.
To make a fool of myself?
Like this bullfighter?
-Do you want to mess with me, asshole?
-No, honey, you want to mess with me.
Hey, hey!
-We're screwed!
-Fuck you.
-Look.
-How are you, my people?
Here it goes,
just to clear up the rumors, okay?
The only thing worse than nostalgia
is being a fucking asshole
who rides a trend like any other wimp.
Oh, yeah! Spicy Roots!
Feminism!
Woke!
Yeah, right! Come on, man.
"Let me rewrite all my lyrics about asses
and tits to deconstruct myself, dude."
-Fuck you, Number Juan.
-Did he say "tits"?
And you know what?
You are pusillanimous, man.
If you know what that means,
since you didn't go to school.
You didn't go to school,
so maybe you don't.
But some of us got our GED,
so we can talk about other stuff.
Want to talk about art?
Let's talk about Technoboys.
Want to talk about real pop music?
Let's talk about Technoboys.
Want inclusion? We have it all, dude.
We have cripples, dude,
we have transvestites.
We have immigrants.
Even the president
of the fan club has a lisp.
-So don't mess with me.
-Son of a bitch.
-Turn it off.
-If you don't like my country...
He went too far, dude.
What's up?
-What is it?
-Look at him.
Give me your cellphone, baby.
What?
Social media is hurting you.
Give me your cell.
I'm not giving it to you.
-Give it.
-What's wrong with you? No, what the hell?
-Calm down.
-Let me go, fucking Babyface!
-Fuck you, dude!
-You can't move.
I hate you, fucking old man.
No! Let me go!
-Let go! No!
-Easy. It's for your own good.
-Calm down!
-Fuck!
Fuck! Let me go!
Your mom's undocumented!
What the fuck am I doing here?
Insensitive assholes!
Go fuck yourselves!
Sons of bitches!
I don't give a fuck
about the '90s Pop Tour!
Assholes!
Breathe, dude. Count to ten, asshole.
I'm sorry, brothers.
I feel a very weird vibe to this reunion.
I'd better leave.
-No. Hey.
-Wait, Leo, no.
Leo, don't even think...
When my time comes...
I will be here.
Remember.
No, dude.
Remember.
Leo?
What the fuck?
-He took my necklace.
-Shit!
He was an alien, dude.
-He really is enlightened.
-Leo!
Perfect. Just perfect, dude.
We lost a member.
I guess you're happy now, huh?
I mean, you see what you're doing?
-This is just what I was afraid of.
-What?
You're letting Masiosare provoke you.
So, what should I do? Keep quiet?
-Yes, when you don't know any better.
-What are you talking about, George?
About "the cripple," for example.
That's not the ideal term.
-"Disabled."
-Okay.
"Transvestite"? Are you stuck in 1995?
Charlize is a "trans woman."
Stop it, George. Stop it.
I don't give a shit, man.
-The Internet is eating you alive.
-Really?
Let's see. What does that mean, dude?
#AlanToxicMachoMan.
#ThemAgainstAlan.
#They'reWithCharlize.
#They'reWithCharlize?
Dude, this is your account!
You wrote this, you fucking traitor!
Fuck, George!
I sympathize with her.
"Charlize this, Charlize that."
You won't stop talking about Charlize.
You're turning her
into the Yoko Ono of the Technoboys.
I am deeply offended
by what you just said.
Alan?
Hello, Melena, how are you?
I'm good. What a surprise. You?
Right? It's been a while, hasn't it?
Obviously, I just wanted to say hello
and thank you for your message.
You're so kind.
Thanks for keeping an eye on the group.
We haven't really talked, Mely,
because things have been crazy.
I mean, I'm writing my memoir,
we're working on a symphonic concert
with the Technoboys' greatest hits.
But, I mean, now Technoboys
is making a strong comeback, you know?
And I read somewhere
that you're also working independently.
I thought that...
I mean, I figured
that maybe it's a good time to...
well, to close the cycle, you know?
What do you mean?
Yeah, I mean,
our unfinished story, you know?
I mean, the duet. I mean,
do our duet really well, to revive it...
Our duet? What duet?
From the festival.
The one in Cholula,
of course you remember.
Of course, the music festival, yes.
But, Alan, baby,
why would you want to revive it?
Because it was cool, wasn't it?
Oh, no, Alan, it was nothing.
No, I mean, well, it was good, but...
Besides, that was Masiosare's idea.
And for me,
that song... is from a different time,
when I wasn't racially conscious,
you know?
Okay, okay, okay. Well...
I mean,
I didn't know you felt that way about it.
But it doesn't have to be that song...
I'm sorry, but the thing is, look,
as a woman of color,
my actions must be aligned with my music.
In a way, Melena is the voice
of her people, you know?
And I, well...
It goes against my agenda
to collaborate with...
Well, with men like you, baby.
So,
it's bad for you
to do a duet with me?
No. It's bad for our struggle.
Yeah. I get it, it must be hard
to understand from your white privilege.
-All right, of course.
-Yeah.
Mely, I mean, dude,
it sucks that things are exactly the same.
I mean, since your husband
is collaborating with
the stupid Spicy Roots bastards again,
that's going to be your hype. Right.
Alan, right now,
your white fragility is reacting.
-What fragility? What are you saying?
-It must be hard. I hear you.
It's hard to be a white star
when the revolution
is awakening the people.
-What people?
-Alan.
It's time to share the microphone.
What microphone?
We can have two microphones.
To share it with those
that have been oppressed for 500 years.
Oppre...?
Mely, you and I have a history
that we have to honor.
-Fans have waited for years...
-Resistance and defiance, Alan.
Alan? Why are you asking about Alan?
I'm not asking you about Alan,
I'm asking about the video
of the Cholula Music Festival.
There was a video.
Recorded with a Handycam
by a farmer from Tehuacn, yes.
And was it destroyed?
I threw the tape
into the Nevado de Toluca crater myself.
As well as all the discarded material
from your artistic career.
Are you sure?
If anyone has ever cared...
No.
If anyone cares about your image, it's me.
That little video
was always very dangerous.
-Yes.
-And it would destroy you now.
Yes.
But don't worry.
Who's got your back?
Masi has my back.
Who's got your back?
Masi has my back.
Masi has my back.
Technoboys has to come back strong!
Even without Leo.
Cheer up, folks. We're four now.
Like the Beatles, like the Ninja Turtles.
And let your weakness
be your greatest strength.
-How about this move?
-Hey!
Looks good.
What's up, bros?
-"Bros"?
-Yeah, bros.
What's with that earring?
It's cool, isn't it?
Are you a fag now, man?
Obviously not.
Okay, I'll get right to the point.
You might have noticed that last night
I posted a video on my IG
telling the world
about that ungrateful junkie Leo's exit.
Then, a miracle happened, bros.
I got a DM from a fan
singing and dancing to all our songs.
And the rest is history.
Are you ready for success?
Meet Jay.
Hiya!
Jay
is the new Technoboy.
What the hell?
Jay is everything
we didn't know we needed.
Jay arrived unannounced and killing it.
I've been a fan since I was a baby, bros.
My mom used to play all your CDs.
Is that so?
Bros! It's a great story, come on.
I mean, "Technoboys, the boy band
that recruits their number one fan." Yeah!
Does George know about this?
Dude, of course.
What do you say? A "Let's go, bros"?
Bring it. "Let's go, bros"!
-And... let's go, bros!
-And... let's go, bros!
Baby, my ATV is turned on
Hold on to me on the incline
I'll take you home and then you'll see
How your parents will love me
Come, I invite you to shake the champagne
On top of the table
In the trendy nightclub
Tear the buttons off my silk shirt
Luxury cars, I have a collection
Your white sheets are missing my cologne
I am a temptation for you
My lips have become your obsession
I would like to kiss you, but don't
But don't fall in love
TechnoBoyfriend
I will be your TechnoBoyfriend
I will be your TechnoBoyfriend
I will be your TechnoBoyfriend
-Yeah, dude!
-Wonderful!
-Wonderful!
-Yeah, bros!
-Badass, bro.
-Very good.
Shit, bro!
Amazing.
Friends, I want
to share something with you.
As you know,
for many years...
Well, all my life, I'd been looking for
a guide,
an inspiration for what I feel.
For what I am.
And, well, obviously,
I used to look online
and watched Cristina.
But it wasn't until a very special person
showed up
that I decided to throw myself
into the gender spectrum,
and acknowledge that we are fluid,
that we are magic,
that we are light, that we are a mystery.
So today, I break my own glass ceiling.
And I'm no longer exclusively male
nor exclusively female.
Now...
Now, my gender is fluid.
I'm gender-fluid.
And I'm no longer George.
As of today,
I'm Gio.
Gio.
What the fuck are you saying, man?
-Who are they?
-"He!"
Hey, so, did you become a faggot, dude?
It's called "gender-fluid." Gender...
I think I'm a lesbian.
George, seriously,
you're not a fucking lesbian!
I don't expect you to understand me, Alan.
Dude, how the fuck
will you ask for funding for the tour
dressed like that?
Don't be a bigot.
It's not good for you or the world.
Oh, yeah? And what you do
is good for Technoboys? Huh?
Are you willing to throw it all away
just to... dress up with Charlize?
Why do you think
this is my first time dressing like this?
Have you spent the night?
Have you seen my room?
You mean you've dressed like this before?
Do you even care?
I get you, love.
You don't have to explain anything
to these morons
who think it's all skirts and pants and...
Darling,
welcome.
Thanks, Charlize.
From the heart.
Jay, welcome.
You're very handsome, like Alan said.
Hey, I didn't say that.
Thank you, friend.
Well, continue rehearsing,
because today we have a TV interview.
-Wow.
-No, we've rehearsed enough.
-There's an interview?
-We have a TV interview.
-When?
-I just said. Today.
The sun is up, and you wake up
All your dreams are here
Come and learn what can become
Here we show you what to see
The door is open
Enter and wake up with Coquis
Bravo!
Good morning! What a beautiful morning!
Today, we have a very special surprise
for all the ladies.
Our first guests
have changed a lot.
A round of applause,
please, for Technoboys.
Technoboys!
Welcome.
Welcome.
We missed them terribly, didn't we?
What a pleasure to have you here.
-Alan...
-Thanks.
...you were always the leader of Technoboys.
-That's right.
-What can we expect from this comeback?
First, thank you, Coquis Topete,
for having us on your show.
We're very happy about this comeback.
It's one of the greatest comebacks
in pop music.
And what can we expect?
I think people can expect all our bytes,
all our megas, all our teras
of commitment that we've been known for.
And I also think
fans can expect us to cover them
with this Wi-Fi of rhythm and techno.
That's great! Keeping it real!
And you have a new member.
-Darling, what's your name?
-Jay.
Jay. Welcome, Jay.
Hiya.
We love him.
Hey... Hold on,
because my producer is telling me...
There's a surprise.
Today, we have the works.
He is telling me that the Technoboys
are not the only idols of yesteryear
that are with us today.
Let's hear it
for the wonderful Spicy Roots!
Surprise?
Why are they here?
SPICY ROOTS!
FROM PUERTO RICO TO THE WORLD
Such testosterone, guys!
Coquis wants to go with you!
You're going with them.
-You're going.
-You're ready, papi!
Good to have you here, Number Juan.
No, thank you. Thanks for having us.
We're really excited
that we're all backed...
"Backed." Learn to speak, asshole.
-Sorry?
-It's "back," dumbass.
Oh, the thing is, papi,
there's freedom of speech.
We can say it however.
We speak properly here.
So, you were saying?
Nothing, we're really pumped
that they're back too.
It makes this very special, really.
Of course, we're realizing...
I mean, it was a rumor,
but now we have confirmed it.
There's a quarrel between you,
there's a feud.
We would like if, on this episode
of Wake Up with Coquis,
you'd give us
the gift of making amends.
Of course.
-Make amends!
-Make amends!
-Good, Charlize!
-Yes, of course!
-Of course!
-Make amends!
-Good, honey.
-Of course.
-Make amends!
-Make amends!
-Make amends!
-Make amends!
-Here we are. You know how it is.
-Make amends!
Kiss! Kiss!
A little kiss, papi.
Just on the cheek!
What a...
What a beautiful moment
that will stay engraved
in the history of this show.
-Thanks so much.
-Thank you.
-You know we are... The Spicy Roots!
-The Spicy Roots!
And we're always on the radio,
you know, we're always clear.
And we have a surprise.
-A surprise?
-That's right.
What do you mean?
You know how it is!
Boom! There's a surprise.
We're working on some new tracks
with someone very special to all of us,
and she is here.
She's here in the studio, my friends.
-What? Another surprise.
-Yes.
That's right.
For you all, the one and only,
the incomparable,
Melena!
Let's go!
Hi.
-Ambush.
-What will the song be called?
Ambush!
Ambush!
Ambush!
-Ambush! Ambush!
-Be quiet, dude.
You want to collaborate
with these fucking talentless assholes
and not with me?
I loved you, Melena!
I loved you and you broke my heart!
And you chose money over love!
-Get a grip!
-And you left me depressed!
ALAN LOSES CONTROL
HE GOES FROM BAD TO WORSE!
Masi, this has to stop.
Your obsession with destroying Alan
makes no sense.
But you said this is what I had to do.
Bring The Spicy Roots back,
bring my concept to the 21st century.
Yes, papi,
but this is a revoluo of love.
Of love and corao.
Not ambushes on daytime TV shows.
Alan is a human being too.
He is a child. Just... Leave him alone!
Okay, yes.
I'm sorry, baby boo,
I was a vulgar, toxic, macho man.
A vulgar,
toxic, macho man.
Yes, like those men
that we have both been fighting for years.
-You will text Alan and apologize.
-Yes, I will write to him.
And not just for us,
but for our entire tribe.
Well...
Bye.
Honey, thank you for recording
these tracks with The Spicy Roots
and for recording again for me.
Despite my whiteness.
Okay.
I missed this big guy.
I can't wait to be open about this,
without lies.
I want to go out with you
so you can grab me.
-Soon, baby.
-Like you want.
Out in the open.
Soon, soon.
-Yes, papi, come here.
-In fact, I have a plan.
Oh, yeah? What's your plan?
To fuck me? What's your plan?
But first, I have
an important confession to make, my love.
Tell me.
It's my biggest secret, okay?
And it's important to keep it that way,
that not even Masiosare knows about it,
baby. Otherwise... Boom!
Pop.
The plan goes to shit.
Okay.
What is it?
I'm not from Puerto Rico!
-No?
-No.
I lied.
I'm really from Villahermosa, Tabasco.
I lied about my spicy roots
so they'd let me join the group.
But... pop! My love, it's all right.
What? Nothing happened here.
When we disappear from here,
there, in my hometown,
no one will find us, my love, no one!
Why would we disappear, papi?
Listen, papi, don't get confused, okay?
Don't get confused, listen to me.
Melena is a global brand.
She's an international star.
How many years
do you think Melena has left?
A lot, about three?
Some 20, 30 years. How much do you think
Melena makes in a year, papi?
Well...
I'm a partner at Masiosare Records,
I have my own brand of sportswear...
Twerk with Melena.
...my brand of face cream...
-Melanin Melena.
-Melanin Melena.
Papi, why would I want to disappear?
Are you crazy?
I'm sorry, mami, I'm sorry.
My bad.
You know
I am a helpless romantic, my love.
-Will you forgive me, baby?
-No, stop it.
Forgive me, my love, just forgive me
Plus, we have a house there,
in case we need it.
Yes?
In Tabasco?
In beloved Tabasco.
How many rooms does your house have?
It has... one.
Just one?
Two.
-It has three...
-No, just two.
Okay, pop.
This place is about to get lit.
Come on, bro, cheer up.
We have a boy band to fight for.
I'm hurt, bro.
Like a deer on the plains,
at the mercy of the claws
of that cold lioness.
This will pass, bro. It will pass.
Really.
Tell me something, bro.
Do the youth think it's wrong
that I'm still in love with Melena?
That I don't forgive her betrayal?
I'm from another generation.
Am I behaving like a stinky man-child?
They're posting hurtful stuff on Twitter.
No, bro, not at all. The youth get you.
Honestly,
it's not politically correct to say this,
but everyone knows that Melena
is a social-climbing slut.
Okay.
-No, I'll just call her.
-No, bro, don't do it.
Don't do it, don't hurt yourself, bro.
Fuck, you're right, Jay.
You're a great friend, dude.
You're a great bro.
You know what?
Let's forget about everything tonight.
Let's have fun as bros.
I don't know, dude.
I'd like to get eight hours of sleep.
-It's almost 9:00.
-Look, I have M.
Molly.
-MDMA?
-Oh, got it.
Don't, bro...
No, that's okay.
Here comes the beer, here comes the beer!
Dude, holy shit, this shit is crazy, bro.
I feel my legs
like they're super powerful, man.
And you know what? Let's get... Let's get...
Let's get really drunk, really wasted.
It's cool, dude.
You were right, this place is great.
They only play nice, good music, man.
No reggaeton or that shit for assholes.
I told you, it's music from your time.
No, and modern music too, dude.
Modern but cool, man.
They play Drake, Paty Cant, Camila.
Pop music's greatest stars.
Yeah, but not as good as some I know.
Bro...
Bro, dude.
You've got nice eyes, bro. What...?
It's so cool that you're my bro, man.
Honestly, it's been
a fucking discovery, Jay.
I mean, you'll be my bro forever, bro.
-Yeah, bro.
-Forever, man.
It's crazy, bro.
I was feeling super low a while ago,
and all of a sudden, I got a fucking rush.
You know what? I feel like we're geniuses.
Hell yeah!
We're geniuses.
Fucking Masiosare takes all the credit.
But the only thing that asshole did
was bring us together, man.
I mean, all the cool ideas were mine, man.
The techno shit, man, the cyber shit, man.
Masiosare didn't even know
how to go online.
-Totes.
-And fucking Melena.
Saying our duet wasn't
the most magical thing she did.
It was the highlight of her career.
The best thing she did in her career, bro.
Listen, bro, I have to tell you something
because we're bonding.
-We're having a cool moment.
-Yes, yes, yes.
I have a copy of the video of your duet
at the Cholula Music Festival.
Are you sure, bro?
-Yes.
-No shit.
I got it from the deep web a while ago.
It was hard, but I got it.
Are you sure, bro?
Bro.
Memory. Memory, bro.
Sometimes it tricks us
even worse than toxic exes.
Honestly, it wasn't as cool
a collaboration as you remember.
It may be best if no one sees it.
Okay.
Can I see it?
-It's already in your inbox.
-Okay.
-Yeah.
-Good.
-I'm going to pee.
-Sure.
Bloody hell, blokes! That was brilliant!
I'm chuffed to bits! Thank you!
Thanks, Cholula!
Thanks! It's like a dream!
Bloody hell, blokes! That was brilliant!
I'm chuffed to bits! Thank you!
Bloody hell, blokes! That was brilliant!
I'm chuffed to bits! Thank you!
Thanks, Cholula!
Really, thanks, Mexico!
You lot are bloody amazing! Bloody hell!
I'm not lying, it's true.
They make an alligator gar to die for.
I've been going to this restaurant
in Tabasco since I was five.
Ah... Honey?
What's up, honey? What's wrong?
Okay. Hey! Talk to me. I'm here.
-No way.
-No... Honey, what's wrong?
Tell me, I mean...
Okay!
-Honey... No!
-No!
-Alan?
-Well, well...
So that's what it took
for you to come crawling back, right?
Baby, where did you get that video?
That's what you're ashamed of, Melena?
You're embarrassed to speak
like our ancestors.
No! Just, where did you get that video?
So you're embarrassed
to do a cover
of one the greatest Spanish pop songs
because it's from a band
from our motherland?
Is that it, Melena? Is that it?
Shut up!
-Don't shut me up, Melena.
-Sorry.
-Don't talk to me like that.
-Sorry. Alan. Baby. Listen to me. Look.
-These are old mistakes.
-Oh, yeah.
Okay, everybody talked like Spaniards
in the '90s.
Fey did it, Paulina did it,
Hugo Snchez. Do you remember
how Hugo Snchez did it? Everybody did it.
And listen,
besides me not being the only one,
Masiosare forced me...
No, wait, Masiosare... No.
Masiosare never forced you
to do shit, Melena.
You always did whatever
the fuck you wanted. You know what?
Now I get what's going on.
That's why, for that reason alone,
you wanted to destroy our legacy.
Blimey mate,
we don't have a bloody legacy!
Alan, baby, I beg you
not to show that video to anyone.
Why would you show it?
Why? Why not upload it?
Why are you so afraid of me uploading it?
What's the worst that can happen?
That your image is destroyed?
That which you have so carefully curated
with your army of 77 publicists?
You know what I'll do, Melena?
I'll upload it.
See you on social media.
-No. Alan.
-So everyone can see you're a hypocrite.
Listen to me. My credibility as the leader
of the Tribe movement would plummet!
"We Are Tribe..."
That's all you care about. "We Are Tribe."
I care about you. Baby, I care about you.
No, that's not... Alan...
Alan, come over to the house for dinner.
You know what? No, Melena.
You know what? Shame and dignity.
No, I don't...
All right!
Now that you're enjoying this great song,
we have a surprise for you.
We've just been informed that none other
than Alan from Technoboys is in the house!
Alan!
Yes!
Alan!
Come on, man!
Dance! Dance! Dance!
It's a metallic love
Enigmatic
Filled with electricity
Robotic love
Wires mix
Short circuit
Come on, baby, let's connect
High tension between you and me
You're caching my megabytes
Don't unplug my heart
Feel my sensors
Full of sensuality
I'm the only one on my team
Programmed to love
You turn me on
You light me up
You make me grind
You have the oil
And I want to lubricate
It's a metallic love
Enigmatic
Filled with electricity
Robotic love
Wires mix
Short circuit
Come on, baby, let's connect
Dude! Bro!
-Holy shit! You know all our moves.
-Hell yeah, bro.
Enigmatic
Supersonic
Problematic
Robotic love
Alan! Alan! Alan!
Take care. Thank you, dude.
What a fucking cool night, bro.
-It was amazing, bro.
-I told you, bro.
-It was crazy.
-Can you give me a ride? I live nearby.
You also live here in Condesa, don't you?
Mm-hmm.
Uh, shit.
-I'm still high as a kite, bro.
-I can't even tell.
-I'll watch your back.
-I can't see straight.
-Whatever. Let's go.
-Sure.
I'm a little disoriented, man.
Didn't we already pass through here?
-No. Make a right.
-You sure, bro?
Yes.
Straight ahead.
Didn't we already pass that OXXO, bro?
-No, there are a lot of those.
-Is my jaw too tight?
-Bro.
-What?
Check that out.
What the hell?
You were played again. That sucks.
What the hell?
I'm sorry, bro.
Fucking bitch.
What's he doing?
Shit. Shit, shit, shit!
What are you doing, dude?
Alan?
Alan.
Alan!
Al...
Go, the cops will get us.
-Dude, Melena!
-No!
Gotta check on her.
I reported the accident.
They'll be okay. Let's go.
No, we gotta check on her.
-No, bro!
-What, dude?
Nobody can see us here
or Technoboys is over.
Let's go.
Fuck, dude.
Fuck, bro! Why did you swerve, asshole?
-You were going to hit them.
-No, dude.
I just wanted to scare them, dude.
Fuck. We have to...
No, we have to wait for the police, dude.
We have to... Get rid of the Molly, dude.
Get rid of the Molly.
We'll explain what happened, dude.
And it's going to be fine, dude. It's...
Alan.
Alan!
What happened, dude?
You fainted, bro.
Where... Where are we, bro?
Where are we, dude?
We're good for now,
but we must make sure we left no trace.
-We must go back, do things right.
-Don't, bro.
Bro, we have to save you.
We have to save Technoboys.
-No way.
-The accident is online.
-This just happened. Superstar Melena...
-She's okay, bro.
Melena is okay, bro.
-Oh, fuck, dude.
-Yes, they don't mention us.
Oh, fucking hell. Thank you, God.
Thank you, God.
Shit.
-What?
-A car that apparently...
-There's a video.
-Of what?
...Alan, a former Technoboy, confirmed...
Fuck!
...video on social media,
where a sticker is clearly visible...
Shit.
...on the rear of the aggressor's car,
that says,
"Alan, from Technoboys on board."
Fucking Yanetn and her fucking stickers!
-Fuck me, bro!
-Bro, we have to hide.
-Fuck!
-We have to hide, bro.
-Fuck... No.
-Yes.
No, you'll be fine, dude.
You're okay. I have to hide.
-No one will look for you.
-No, bro. Listen to me.
I can't leave you like this.
In life, things happen between bros.
This is one of those things.
Jay, listen to me, dude. I know that you...
you would be willing to do that
and more for me, bro, but honestly,
the best thing right now, bro,
is that we go our separate ways, bro.
-No.
-Yes. And that you don't know where I am.
Because if I fall, bro,
I want to fall alone.
Glory and downfall, bro,
are experienced alone.
You're the samurai of pop.
Jay,
you made me believe in myself again.
Thanks for that, bro.
But I think the best thing right now
is for you to leave.
-Leave, bro.
-No.
Leave and don't look back, bro.
Leave, dude!
Leave, bro! Leave!
Hide well,
sensei.
What the hell?
What the hell?
Shit.
Coqui flash.
We have breaking news about the attack
on Melena and my friend, Number Juan.
Cue the images.
Unfortunately,
we were victims of a homicidal attack
by Alan from Technoboys,
who, blinded by his toxic masculinity,
tried to crash his car into ours.
Will you sue...
That's not all.
A few hours earlier, Alan himself
tried to blackmail me
by posting a video
of an event from my past.
Tribe, I want to take this opportunity
to apologize for the video
I just uploaded to my social media.
But Melena cannot allow
a man who clearly
has never been to therapy
to use my learning experiences
to harm me, no sir!
So I take back control...
by uploading this same video
to my social media
as a testimony
to freedom, justice,
and dignity for the people.
And Alan, if you're watching this,
stop the hate.
Come to your senses,
listen to your corao
and embrace the revoluo.
You were right to listen to me
and make those statements.
If the Tribe doesn't understand, well,
we can always go back home
to unpretentious pop.
What?
"What Melena did today
was an act of liberation
from the patriarchal yoke."
What?
"Speaking like a Spaniard,
in part, is part
of a decolonization process
that we all face."
"Melena is a woman
who celebrates her imperfections
and reclaims them in a victorious song..."
"Girl power."
What if he's sent to jail?
He won't last a day.
That bastard looks
like a fucking scarecrow.
I'll get it.
Dear God,
please don't let them cancel
the '90s Pop Tour.
Hello? Technoboys' headquarters.
Polar Bear looking for Walrus.
What did you say?
This is Polar Bear looking for Walrus.
Man, look, go mess with the biggest slut
in your house, asshole.
-Who is it? Who is it, baby?
-An asshole looking for a walrus.
Asshole...
-This is Walrus. Over.
-This is Polar Bear.
We need to break the ice. Over.
-Affirmative, Polar Bear. Over.
-Eskimos to the igloo.
I repeat, the Eskimos
must go to the igloo. Over.
Copy. Over.
One question, has Baby Seal
established contact? Over.
Negative, no news of Baby Seal.
Over.
Okay, I'll ask Mrs. Polar Bear
to bring fish for the guys. Over.
For the people. Over.
Fuck you. Over.
No, fuck you. Over and out.
What's up, man?
Antarctic code, baby.
We use it to distract the paparazzi.
And who the fuck is the baby seal?
Jay.
TechnoBabies, Alan needs us.
-Let's go, then.
-Wait!
-It's full of reporters out there.
-Ironic, isn't it?
When you want it, you don't have it.
And when you do...
It'll be hard to go out like this, buddy.
Unless they don't know
who we are.
Nice!
No, no, eh?
I refuse. I will not do that.
Listen to me.
You will never, ever see me
dressed as a woman.
Hiya.
Bye. Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.
-Bye-bye.
-Bye.
-Good afternoon.
Hey, there was really no need
for this bullshit, man.
But you look divine, my queen.
Besides, it's just to Condesa,
where Alan lives.
Alan doesn't live in "Condechi."
So, where does he live?
Go straight.
I'm so glad you came over.
Alan, I didn't know
you had so many girl friends.
The only person who comes is...
What's his name? The chamochelas guy?
George, Grandma.
Gio.
Unbearable.
-So, what's the plan?
-You'll issue a mea culpa.
Me? A mea culpa?
I didn't do anything, dude.
-Social media says you did.
-It was an accident.
There are no such things
as accidents, my love.
Baby, you're already
on the toxicmachoman.com site.
Me? Macho?
I mean, I sing and dance to house music.
I'm super cool.
I'm respectful. I listen to everyone.
-Alan.
-I listen.
I have all my savings
invested in the Technoboys,
and you still don't take me seriously
as the president of the fan club.
Baby,
I adore you.
But...
when I came out to the world
as gender-fluid,
and you didn't accept it,
it hurt here.
Pal,
you called me crippled, motherfucker.
Are you kidding?
Not even fucking soap operas
say that anymore.
Look, Alan.
We understand your pain,
but you take it out on everyone.
You mock my appearance,
reinforcing Western beauty stereotypes,
fostering unrealistic expectations
of masculinity, and...
you hurt me.
Son,
can't you see the problem
is not that Melena doesn't love you?
Don't be an idiot.
You have to love yourself
so that you can return
all the love you have in front of you.
Including your grandmother's.
Okay.
Okay.
It's good to know you feel that way, but,
I mean, if I'm such a dick,
what the fuck are you doing here?
Why help me? Why are you here?
Because that's what friends do.
-And for the money, too.
-And the '90s Pop Tour.
That, too.
Okay, I made mistakes, okay?
But it was an accident.
I didn't try to hit anyone's car.
I'm not like that. Period.
Baby, what would your therapist say?
-I don't have a therapist.
-Bingo.
I did not crash into anyone.
Who did, then?
Security! Security!
Where are you going, darling?
Coqui flash.
A disgraceful character has been arrested,
and made world-famous today,
after trying to murder my friend,
Number Juan, in his hospital room.
We have a live exclusive from prison
so Jos ngel Hernndez, aka Jay,
of the malignant pop group Technoboys,
can give us his version. Jay, go ahead.
Hiya.
Jay, may we know
what it is you have against NJ?
Nothing.
I actually like his songs.
But, Alan, my bro...
Alan? Alan, you mean the toxic Technoboy?
Yes.
Yes.
Yes, the thing is,
Alan gave me the order
to kill Number Juan.
Because Alan hates him,
and I worship Alan.
You mean Alan
took advantage of you
being young and naive
to manipulate you and convince you
to commit a crime,
because of his unhealthy jealousy
and his obsession
with beautiful Melena?
Yes. That's how it was.
-What?
-There you have it.
-Why's he doing that?! He's my bro!
-Is that true?
Fuck, no! How can you believe that, dude?
Alan.
How can you believe
I'd be capable of such a thing?
Masiosare?
-What's going on?
-With what?
Why is that fucking kid everywhere?
Who?
That kid, you know, Jay!
Oh, he was with that moron Alan when...
Melena...
Mely, this video is for you.
I hope you can see it.
I just want to tell you that I'm innocent.
I would never be capable
of harming you or Number Juan.
Yes, when I got access to the video
from the deep web,
I thought about posting it, but I didn't.
Melena, you know me.
I swear I'm innocent.
And my only crime
has been loving you.
How did the video get on the deep web?
The Cholula duet.
You said you had thrown it
into the Nevado de Toluca.
Who uploaded it to the deep web?
And how did Alan find it?
He can't even use Instagram.
What?
What... What are you trying to say?
Melena.
Melena!
Where are you going?
Dude...
Melena texted me.
She is on her way here.
She wants to see me.
-Now!
-What are you doing?
-Take it from him!
-No, let me go! I need to shower!
I have to exfoliate, dude! Let me go!
Shit!
What the fuck are you doing here,
fucking drug-addict traitor hippie?
-I came to help you, beautiful.
-Help me with what?
We're going to do an ayahuasca ceremony
so you can dialogue with your demons.
Which, as we all know,
are many.
Is that so? "Ahuayasca," huh?
Fuck you, fucking Leo.
-Alan.
-What?
-Alan...
-What?
If you don't do this,
you'll be the first artist I dump
before they dump me.
Do it for the group.
Do it for Technoboys.
Siblings,
we are in the presence
of the vine of the soul.
Of the God molecule.
Of the rope of death.
Let's drink.
Fucking hell.
I'm coming.
Hello, my queen! Nice to see you.
How are you? Come in, please come in.
-Hi.
-What are you doing?
We're about to begin
an ayahuasca ceremony.
You're warmly invited, come in.
We're here to find out what's going on.
-We want to know the truth.
-So do we.
Come, come in.
Make yourselves comfortable.
Melena...
Please?
Okay, let's try this again.
Are we ready?
Everyone's here?
Sorry we were late.
All right.
Let's drink.
That's it.
That's it.
Let's follow our siblings' example.
We're going to hold hands.
All right, Alan. We're listening.
Tell us your version.
On the day of the accident,
Jay was with me.
We went to a bar
to have a few cold ones, and...
we were bonding in an awesome way.
Like real bros.
And...
it was Jay who swerved into your car, NJ.
Jay?
He's a little kid
that just wanted to help.
He just wanted to help me. That's why...
That's why I couldn't blame him.
And I couldn't turn him in.
Baby?
Baby, my love, is everything all right?
Hey, man, when does this shit kick in?
What the fuck?!
I can't feel my legs, dude!
Fuck that bull, man!
Forgive the bull!
Forgive the bull!
Forgive the bull!
Did they buy it, cadet?
Affirmative, General.
Good. Soon, I'll send you
the Cholula Music Festival video.
-You know what to do. Follow the plan.
-Copy.
No! Bro!
-He was a spy!
-Spy!
-Evil!
-Spy!
The penguins have left the iceberg.
-Didn't we already pass through here?
-No, make a right.
I repeat.
The penguins have left the iceberg.
When do I get what's mine?
Again?
Alan was incriminated,
the job is done, isn't it?
Fuck your promises, man.
I won't sing backup
in another shit project.
-The job is not over.
-I did what you asked me to do!
-I'm Judas, what more do you want?
-Number Juan.
He's alive, charming my Melena
with his fucking technomerengue.
That's not my problem. I'm not a murderer.
Well, you clearly don't have what it takes
to work in this business.
Eh? So forget
about your fucking shitty career!
No.
Alan...
I'm sorry.
I had nothing to do with that, I swear.
I didn't want to hurt you.
I'm just horny for this bastard.
He has a very big dick.
Baby, sorry for wasting so many years
with a psychopath.
-It's all right, love.
-Will you forgive me?
Yes.
I'm such an idiot!
Sorry, Melena, I've been an idiot, Melena.
Melena, I thought I loved you.
And now I realize that's not true.
Mely, please forgive me.
Forgive me, Mely.
I forgive you.
NJ,
I have nothing against you, bro.
The truth is that I'm just really jealous
because of the rumors
about your big dick, man,
and your killer hip movements, dude.
Papi, it's all good, my love. Okay?
To me, you're the real Mexican Bon Jovi,
motherfucker.
Shit, fucking Leo, dude!
What did you give us, you bastard?
What is this?
It feels good to tell the truth.
It feels good to tell the truth.
And I have something to confess, bros.
I have a very important confession
to make.
We weren't invited to the '90s Pop Tour.
-I know! I'm sorry! Okay?
-No!
I only said it so that you would agree
to join me on this suicide mission
to try to get Melena back.
We didn't need a reason, Alan, come on.
How long have we waited
for this moment? Years!
-Wasn't it for the money?
-No.
I lied, too.
I needed
the world to see me as Charlize,
as the woman I am.
Charlize.
-That I've always been.
-Oh, Charlize.
You've always been an amazing woman, dude.
-Cry, Freddy.
-Yes, my love!
-Let it out, Freddy!
-Go, Freddy.
-Cry!
-Cry, man!
Let it out, Freddy!
Let it out, Freddy!
That's it!
That's it, Freddy! Let it out!
I'm sorry, man!
The truth is that I...
I only feel free
when I'm on stage with you.
Yes?
I can forget
all this outdated thinking bullshit.
Yes. Yes, Freddy.
-Yes.
-Charlize!
Please forgive me, dude.
Forgive me for making jokes about you.
I love you.
That night in Rio de Janeiro
was the happiest night of my life.
And just now I realize that...
that the bull was actually my teacher.
Yeah.
And when he penetrated me,
he was trying to teach me
that I have the patriarchy
embedded in my anus.
Yes, Freddy!
That's right!
Thanks, Leo.
Thank you
for giving us this experience, really.
Thanks, Leo.
It's not free. We'll settle it later.
Thanks.
Yanetn, you're so pretty.
Dude, you have corn here.
That's it.
I'm sorry.
Yanetn, you...
What the fuck?
What the fuck are you doing, Alan?
What?
I'm married.
No way.
I have a 13-year-old daughter.
Really?
-Yes.
-That's awesome.
That's awesome, Yanetn.
It's awesome that you're so happy, dude.
I'm so glad
you're in such good company, dude.
I'm really glad you're...
-Gio.
-Alan.
No, don't.
-But...
-But... no.
Gio...
are you happy like this?
Yes.
Yes. I'm very happy.
That's all that matters, my friend.
-I love you.
-Yes!
-Love you more.
-This is nice, dude.
What the hell.
What a nice feeling, fucking Leo.
I have to do something quick.
I want to send a video to Jay.
Wait a minute.
Alan, papi! Listen to me.
I want to do the duet with you, papi.
Because, you know what?
It's a hymn, papi.
A hymn of sexual equality,
of racial equality.
The people united
will never be defeated, papi.
Melena! Melena, stop it!
Stop it!
Stop appropriating
other people's struggles
that you don't even know!
That you can't experience!
You're white!
Like the clouds,
like cheese,
like milk, like that ceiling!
You are white!
White, honey, white!
Wait...
It's just...
That's a shade
that goes with my skin type,
and well, my friend,
let's learn to disagree.
-Diversity in this country...
-No! Hell no! No way!
Don't use diversity for your bullshit.
Look, Mara Elena,
I don't know why you do it.
I don't know if you do it for attention,
of which you have plenty.
I don't know if you do it
to sell more records
to dark-skinned women like me
that admire you
because we have been taught to feel
that we're ugly and unpleasant,
and in you, we see
the ideal of what it is
to be pretty and beautiful.
I'm sorry.
I get it.
-You get it now?
-Yes.
That's good.
-I can't talk any more like...?
-No. "My people..." No.
No? Okay.
It's ridiculous.
I have to learn to be myself, don't I?
Authentic.
I have to love myself, don't I?
To be myself.
-Exactly, my love.
-I get it.
I get it.
I get it now!
I have to be proud of my white heritage!
-No!
-Of my whiteness!
I don't know...
-Group hug!
-I'm white!
-Melena, Melena!
-I'm white!
-Melena, Melena!
-I'm white!
I know you were manipulated, bro.
And it's okay, bro.
It's okay, dude. It's all good.
And whatever happens, dude,
you'll always be my bro, man!
You'll always be my bro, dude!
-Say hi to Jay, dude!
-Jay, Jay, Jay!
-Jay, are you ready? We're about to start.
-We love you, bro!
And we're on the air
in five, four, three, two...
Coqui flash.
Welcome to this
Flirting With The Truth exclusive.
Your hostess, Coquis Topete, greets you.
We are broadcasting live
at the request of the person
that summoned us this morning,
Jos ngel Hernndez, aka Jay.
Jay, tell us,
what is troubling you?
I'm here to tell the truth
about Masiosare Mendoza
and my friend Alan from Technoboys.
Friend? Just yesterday you told us that...
No, I lied. I lied, Coquis Topete.
Masiosare promised me fame
if I incriminated Alan
in the murder of Number Juan.
Masiosare released the Technoboys name
knowing that Alan would stupidly take it
without considering why it was free.
He planned it all.
Masiosare has wanted
to get rid of Number Juan for years
because he and Melena
are having an affair.
That's why he contacted me. That's why...
Well, I was the one
who crashed Alan's car.
Buddy?
This is going to clean up your image.
Strong statements, Jay.
But... tell me something.
Are you aware that, more than a statement,
what you are telling us live
and direct to 57 countries,
is a confession for the attempted murder
with malice, forethought,
and advantage of a person...
twice?
Yes, Coquis Topete.
Get out of the car, Masiosare.
Don't do anything stupid!
Why are you telling the truth now?
What's in it for you?
Peace of mind.
Peace of mind, Coquis Topete.
I get peace of mind, bro.
The hits are over, Mr. Masiosare.
Goodbye.
Genius.
TechnoBoyfriend
TechnoBoyfriend
-That's it, it's good.
-Right? Of course!
-Come on!
-Come on!
Ten minutes!
-Come on.
-Let's go!
So what if there's not enough?
-Let's go.
-I love you! Thank you!
We'll put on the best show
even for three people.
I'm nervous, assholes!
Good evening.
Thanks for being here.
Cool people,
beautiful people, techno people.
I'd like to say something before we start.
When we decided to come back
with Technoboys, we all had ideas,
dreams, goals in our heads.
But in the process, we realized
that what truly matters,
what we really missed was
being together on stage.
So, for that reason,
we have decided to share the stage tonight
with two very special friends
that need no introduction.
Thanks for being here.
MELENA MARRY ME
-They're great, aren't they?
-Yes.
They'd be a big hit on the '90s Pop Tour.
Call me.
I know people.
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Thank you, Mexico!
Everyone, put your hands together!
Thank you, everybody! Thank you very much!
Viva Technoboys!
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