Ay, ay, ay, ay, oh! Hey-ah, hey-ah, oh!
Mm.
Both of your daughters-in-law are on the case.
They've been harassing me all day to make sure I don't forget you.
Those two.
You forget one little thing they asked, and they treat you like a child.
- Bloody hell. - No shit. Preaching to the choir.
Hey. Take that.
Hi, how are you?
Why are you ignoring my calls?
Oh, Mauricio. I wasn't ignoring you. I was busy.
But you're free tonight? I'll take you out.
Rain check? I have a family thing. I can't.
A family thing, Santita?
Is that the kind of thing that requires a date?
I have one.
A fine, older gentleman.
Enough of this nonsense. Tell the guy he's on speakerphone.
That was my dad.
Hello, Doc. Are you the proctologist?
Yes, sir. And a Pisces, if you need to know.
- Mm-hmm. - I'll see you after, 'kay?
Sounds good.
Santita.
You resolved your intimacy issues?
Or are you just giving the poor guy false hope?
And your ladies? How are they?
Magnificent!
So it's either that or I get bangs.
- That's okay. - Pa.
Are you drawing the drunken idiots in here?
Or something from the cockfights?
There's some interesting characters there.
- Lucas, thanks for coming. - Hi, Santita.
Let me introduce our future in-laws.
Here are Armando and Gloria. Montse's parents.
- Good to meet you. Welcome to the family. - Thank you. Such a pleasure.
Santita, for all the good works you do?
No, no. Don't let the name fool you.
She's more of a devil than a saint.
I wish we would've met sooner. Better the devil you know, right?
- Daddy. - Honey, come on.
We would have met before. They keep me chained in the attic.
Only let me out on special occasions.
On the condition I smile and behave.
Doesn't mean you don't behave badly.
Have you ever heard of that saying something about "glass houses"?
And I'm sure I'm not the worst sinner amongst us.
You're either slightly delusional
or you don't realize the hole you've dug for yourself.
But you're rowing up the Nile, sis.
I'm glad you brought up finances, Brother, because our talks have kinda stalled.
- Talks about what? - Nothing. She's being funny.
- She's a devil and a ball buster. - That's true.
- Anyone else want a refill? - I'll take one.
Traitors. You too.
Can you stop being an asshole and stealing the show?
I don't know. I'll try.
But it's a long shot.
Isn't that what you usually bet on?
Mm.
- You just have to go for it. Full on. - You nailed it right on the head.
It was like a hostage situation. I just decided to give up.
- Enjoy your meals. - Thank you.
- Enjoy, ladies. - Thank you.
- Thank you. Looks good. - You get along with Montse?
Yeah. She comes off kinda spoiled, but I like her.
- But you're not friends? - No. She and I are pretty different.
Thank God. Imagine if you two were besties.
I can just imagine the drama
if she caught you fucking her dad when you're having a sleepover.
News travels fast.
You know there are no secrets in this town.
And it loves rumors.
Once it gets out, everyone'll know, and you'll be the one who'll get branded.
I'm not liking that look on your face.
But you chose this.
Be careful when you choose chaos.
- Because chaos will rule. - I'll start talking to caterers.
I'm sorry I'm so late.
Are you all warmed up? 'Cause I'm ready to win big tonight.
Well, if you do, that'll be the second surprise.
I think you two know each other.
- Funny. - Fancy meeting you here.
- How're you, Mari? - Good, thanks.
- Yeah? - Yeah, you?
- Excellent. Thank you. - Good for you.
Yes.
Sorry, it's my wife. She starts to worry if I don't answer. Hi!
- Give me a sec. Sorry. - We'll wait.
What's up?
Why's he here?
Why are you?
But…
We all go back a long ways. Not just you. Am I wrong?
No, man.
It's my house.
If you don't like who I invite to the table, fuck off.
- I don't need your permission. - I know.
But you should ask first before you use me to stir up shit.
- For Christ's sake. - Oh.
It's been what, 20 years at least? Get over it.
So what if I didn't get your permission to stir shit up?
It's not a crime. Is it, Dolores?
The last few years have kind of blended into a generic routine.
You've lived in more places than us combined. How does that work?
How it works is there's not really any difference
between a power plant in Ireland and one in Argentina. It's that simple.
Know what else is simple?
Not feeling sorry for the guy who's been travelling the world
getting rich and bossing people around.
Your turn.
You know what stands out the most?
It's not the stuff in brochures.
It's the little things.
Mishaps and situations that you don't plan on
that really stick in your mind.
- Like a laundromat in Japan. - They have those?
Oh. No, I'm out.
A tiny taco stand in Etla, in Oaxaca. I could live there.
I, uh…
I did live on a beach on the lefthand side of the bay of La Concha in San Sebastian.
- I spent two nights on it. - You?
Yeah. I didn't have money for a hotel.
- You slept on a bench? - Under the stars.
- No. - And Vancouver?
I'm out.
A thousand to call. Call.
Too much for me.
- Did someone hide the Queens? - Cards.
Let's see what you got.
Four kings.
I thought she was bluffing.
Fucking hell!
You got lucky on that one!
- Fucking luck of the draw. - Ah. Didn't see that one comin'.
What can I say? Even a really good hand can turn into shit.
- I gotta figure out your tell. - Only lie to those I love.
Simón, what will you give me for this?
I'm not buying that. I own a jewelry store, not a pawn shop.
It's jewelry. You can sell it.
No, that's your mother's.
Put it back on. You can't sell your prized possession.
I'll cover you if you want.
Never in your life.
Why don't you take a little break? Make yourself a sandwich or two.
Mind your own business, Dolores.
I'm gonna get it back.
- How much? - It's your funeral.
Hold on. Send it over.
Final sale.
That was my mother's. Don't be a jerk.
Takes one to know one, so shut the fuck up.
- This is heavy. - For you.
Asshole. It's a great piece. You scored. 400.
Give it back before it ends up in your pocket.
It's nice.
I'm out.
Nope. Out.
- You're peaking. - Maybe don't hold 'em where I can see.
Ah. I had no chance. But I'm watching you from now on.
If it makes you feel better, I'm out too.
Your turn?
Four hundred.
Not again.
You serious?
- We're running out of chips. - I got plenty.
Are you in? Is your luck gonna hold?
Or turn to shit?
- Hmm. I'm so sad. - And you, sir?
- I think she's clenching her butt. - Looking a little nervous.
- Fold. - Why'd you give her the cash?
- You say no to her, dude. - I think you got some extra luck.
I'm due for a win.
- More for me to take from ya. - Mm.
Did you let me win, asshole?
Of course not. I just had a bad hand.
You believe this guy?
They're his cards. He can do what he wants with them.
You know no one's letting anyone win.
You should go get a sandwich. You're acting kinda crazy.
- We like you, but not that much. - Be that way. Verónica?
That doesn't even cover all the interest you owe me.
- Calm down, it's just cards. - Go fuck yourselves.
No, Santita. Why you gotta get all mad at Alejandro?
You going to the kitchen? Bring me some chips or something!
The kind I can eat.
Thank you.
Why did you come?
To catch up and have some fun.
I hate being manipulated.
Waltz into my life, my bed.
Make all these fucking romantic notions in my head
then try to buy me off in front of our friends?
- Because I saw through it. - Buy you off?
For fuck's sake, you pawned your mother's necklace.
- I was only trying to help. - I don't believe you.
I wasn't buying you off.
I know what I want, Mari.
I'll shoot myself or jump out a window if I have to.
But I'd rather go more gently.
Ask someone else.
Morning, sunshine.
Ta-da.
I think I could get used to this real fast.
fast. Hm. I'm hoping you will.
Listen.
I feel like I owe you an explanation about the last few days.
No need to explain. No need to apologize, okay?
D'you sleep okay?
- Mm. And I needed it. - Hm.
I spoke with Cecilia.
Who's Cecilia?
Your patient.
You know, she's married to Alejandro.
Why? You two are friends now?
No. I wouldn't say we're friends.
She called you?
I ran into her at the hospital.
Why was she at the hospital?
She didn't say. I just assumed… I don't know.
Doesn't really matter,
but somehow it came up that we're together,
and she invited us over.
And somehow it came up
that we're way too busy to go to their house?
No, I actually realized that we didn't have plans tonight.
Were you drunk?
I think going out as a couple would be good for us.
So you want our first official couple outing
to be dinner at my ex-fiancés, whose wife happens to be a patient of mine?
Mm. Might be a good way to leave the past behind and look to the future.
Okay.
Okay?
I always knew you were a masochist, but I didn't realize it was that serious.
Do we need to get a safe word?
- Hold on. - Leather toys n' stuff?
No, I think dinner oughta do it.
- If it backfires, it's on you. - Okay.
- I need to get ready for work. - Mm-hm.
Is that enough?
It's not. But thank you.
- I know your finances are a little tight. - They're a fucking disaster.
- Are they? - Yes.
Then why don't you let me lend you what you need
so you can get back on track?
- Pay me back when you can. No interest. - No.
You have no idea of the situation. I owe a fucking fortune.
How much?
You'd have to rob a bank.
Maybe two.
It's not in your interest not to charge interest.
My interest? Our future is all I'm interested in.
What's mine is yours, so if you want it, I would rather say our interest.
- Wait, wait, wait, Mauricio, stop talking. - What?
It sounds like…
What?
Like you're about to pull a ring out of your pocket right now.
Oh, yeah?
I'm glad the idea crossed your mind.
No. Not even once.
Tell me why not?
Because it's ridiculous. Because…
Because?
Because that's not how things work.
You have to plan it. And you can't be wearing a towel looking like a wet rat.
Ah. My odds'll go up if I put on my best suit and tie?
Okay.
- No, I meant-- - Give me one minute. Gray or blue?
No, Mauricio, you don't need to…
I meant you were overdressed. The towel was too much.
- Good morning. - Good morning, Doctor.
Who are they?
What's wrong? What's going on?
I can't see all those patients in one day. Unless we all wanna be here till midnight.
They're not patients.
So why are they here, then?
Yes. I was supposed to transfer, and then they downsized--
Alma! What the hell is this?
My letter of resignation.
As you can see, I have interviews for my replacement.
So I missed a few days, Alma. You can't quit.
I can't stay anymore.
I apologize for the inconvenience, miss, but the job's no longer available.
No, please sit. The position absolutely needs to be filled.
Doesn't mean it will be though.
But I'll do my best so no one finds out
what it's really like to work for you.
Maybe I'll go in the waiting room?
No, no, no. Stay here.
- Go ahead. Tell her what it's really like. - I really should leave you two.
- No. I wanna know what you have to say. - I would rather not.
Let's hear it.
I have a question. What's your opinion on abortion?
Don't look at her. Look at me.
- It's illegal. - That's not an opinion. It's just a fact.
It's not part of the job.
You wouldn't be the one performing it, true.
But Alma books interventions on a regular basis
that we call "special services."
Do you know what special services are?
- I appreciate your time. It's not for me. - Don't go.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
You have made your point, Alma. I hear you. Okay?
You don't hear anything, Santita. You need to find a new assistant.
- I start a new job in two weeks. - You can't leave.
- You and I are partners. - Partners.
Does a partner go for months without a salary?
I'll pay you right now.
I'm a little short on the total I owe you, but I'll get the rest soon. Okay?
I give you my word.
Your word means nothing to me, Doctor.
- Look who's here. - Santita.
You guys are shitty engineers.
I basically gave up fighting for accessibility in this country of ours.
But from my own brothers?
We installed a ramp, fit for the queen.
It's not for wheelchairs. It's for wheelbarrows.
Like I said.
We do intend for this whole thing to be wheelchair-friendly.
- Did you actually tell us you were coming? - No, I'm here on a whim.
But if you guys don't want me here, I'll stay away.
As soon as you buy me out, like I asked you.
Just let it go.
Since you won't, I'll just have to get in your faces
every time my ovaries cramp, like your wives.
We're used to it.
You got permits for irrigation?
I was just wondering how you were able to do that.
We use gray water. It's purified then recycled.
This whole resort's eco-friendly.
- Eco-friendly? - Yeah.
- For the gringos, then? - Uh-huh.
Mm. Pisses me off you didn't blow up a dam or steal the water.
If you were breaking some laws, I'd have more ammunition.
- Christ! - Selfish bastards.
- There goes her lawsuit. - I feel like an idiot.
That's 'cause you're idiots. It's fucking pathetic.
This is where the magic happens.
Also known as chemistry.
The humble grape becomes the nectar of the gods.
Jesus Christ. If you start quoting the Bible…
There's the chapel!
Right now, we're working on Tempranillo and Zinfandel.
You weigh a ton. You been working out?
I guess you haven't?
I can see why you're excited.
I'm honestly super impressed.
You see? You can't sell!
This'll work. Come on.
Guys, don't count your chickens.
These are the promotional materials.
And the design prototypes.
- Nice. - Look.
Where's the wine? We gotta taste the product.
You can't slack on quality control.
That's all you need. A DUI on your way home.
I'll give you a couple of bottles to go.
Your guests are gonna be so bored.
People staying here can drink all they want.
Then I'll stay here.
You walked right into that one.
Doctor, I heard you were here.
Good to see you, Pascal. How's little Santita?
- Ah, she doesn't let us sleep. - Mm.
I don't accept returns. Sorry.
Have you seen or heard anything around here?
Only rumors.
- I happen to love rumors. - Yeah.
A few weeks ago, there was a really bad accident.
One of the workers fell off the roof and died.
That's good.
I mean, it's awful that he died, but it might be useful.
The problem is,
no one called the doctor or the authorities.
So no investigation, no looking into it.
Total silence. And it was swept under the rug.
Okay. Do you know the name of the guy who died?
Everyone called him "Windmill."
Why's that?
Apparently, he was kinda flighty. Just went wherever the wind blows.
Oh. You're a poet are you, Pascal?
- Can you get my chair in before I forget? - Yeah, course.
Thanks.
- Hello? - Hey, girlfriend.
I need the name of a lawyer.
Nobody needs your drama. I already told you that.
It's not even about me. It's a work accident for someone else.
I'll text you the info.
- Thanks. You're the best. - I know.
- Santita? - Yeah?
My offer still stands. Interested?
Not yet.
Hi there.
Hi.
Congratulations.
- Oh. - How far along are you?
- I don't know exactly. - You don't have a doctor?
No, I don't.
You look like you're getting close. If you need a doctor, I am one.
Who is that?
I'm not sure. She says she's a doctor.
Hello, ma'am. I'm an obstetrician.
Maria José Cano.
- Did someone send you? - No, they didn't.
- Is this your daughter? - She's my daughter-in-law.
Good.
Why are you here if no one sent you?
Your son died at the vineyard. I'd like some information.
What for?
You're not taking back the money you paid us.
So they paid you?
Did they tell you not to say anything about it?
No. We just got the cash.
Did you sign anything? A document?
You sound like a lawyer. Are you a lawyer too?
No.
My family's involved with the construction at the vineyard where your son worked.
I'm just making sure my brothers won't have any legal issues.
I see. Thank you.
I raised a beautiful boy.
And deep down, he was a good man also.
But he made some bad decisions.
Don't say things like that.
I'm not talking about you or the baby.
My son got drunk with some guys from work.
He was trying to show off.
They dared him to do something stupid, and he did.
He was young and impetuous.
He did it without thinking, like always.
He jumped off one of those cabins on the property.
You don't need to worry about whose fault it is.
Your brothers didn't pay to keep us quiet.
That money is for our future.
- We got a few things for the baby. - Hm.
You said your son was drunk, but how did you know?
- We were told. - I think they lied.
You never said so.
Your pregnancy is going well.
But I'm going to leave you my card so you can call if there's anything.
Maybe questions or some kind of complication.
I'm also going to write a lawyer's contact information on the back.
Give him a call. Don't leave anything out. And see what he says.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Can I help you, Doctor?
No, I'm good, thanks.
The person you are calling is not available.
Very funny, smart ass.
I'm calling to see if we're meeting there or at your place?
- We have a date? - Dinner. At Cecilia and Alejandro's.
Fuck. I forgot.
Just send me the directions, and I'll see you there.
Okay. But drive safe.
What the hell?
Unbelievable.
- Very gallant. - I try.
Plus, it'll save us from hearing you cussing at the walkway.
Handsome and smart.
You good?
Hungry.
Help me with my chair?
- Cecilia. - Hi.
- Sorry we're late. - Don't worry. Come on in.
- It's my fault. I had a new patient. - Hi.
Santita is a one-woman non-profit. On wheels.
I know. She's got quite the reputation.
- You made it! - Mostly lies.
- That's so nice! Thank you. - Welcome! Thanks for coming over.
- Hey. Nice to meet you. - How are you?
I brought a bottle of wine from my brothers' vineyard.
- I haven't tried it. - Ah, you didn't have to.
- Why don't we open it and try it? - Please do.
- Like a glass? - Sure.
Or maybe two.
Why don't you make yourselves at home? I'll go put these in water.
Sounds good.
Ready to go when you are.
Why would we leave? This is great.
It's torture. But you masochists love that.
You said the wine is from both your brothers' vineyard?
They say they're running one.
They say they are?
With them, you take things with a grain a salt.
Oh boy. Better not to ask.
- Smells promising though. - Thanks.
I would like to propose a toast.
To our friends of time and of like mind.
- Right? - Right.
- Yes, yes. To all our friends. - Thanks for having us over. Hm?
- Old and new. - My pleasure.
Cheers.
- To you. Cheers. - Cheers.
- Cheers.
Cheers.
Must be tricky dating a colleague.
How long's it been?
You're gonna lead with that one, huh?
No sports or the weather.
You just drop in with a big life question.
Wow.
I didn't know you and me were a big life question.
Really? What kind of girl do you think I am?
Friends with benefits, Doctor?
Mm. It's still kinda new. I've been chasing her for months.
Gotta put in the effort.
I actually gave up and started seeing someone else.
That got her attention.
Poor woman didn't know she was being used.
But it worked.
Mm.
Pissed me off a little bit.
Pushed your buttons?
Yes.
You guys? What's your story? Who chased who?
Should I go?
- We were at the same funeral. - Yeah.
A funeral?
Had I known, I might've gone to more funerals.
I used to think it was weird, but not anymore. I don't.
When you think about it, funerals are all about celebrating your life.
Seizing the moment. Having no regrets.
Did you flirt over the casket?
I think the first thing we gotta ask is, who was in it?
- She was my colleague. - Married to my cousin.
She must've died young. That's sad.
- Mm. I'd say… - Sort of…
I guess.
Maybe not the saddest funeral you might go to.
And the weather didn't help at all.
There was not a drop of rain or a cloud in the sky.
That's one of the first things we talked about.
How it wasn't like in the movies, gray and dreary.
- Not at all. - Might have helped shed tears.
I noticed him first. Looking so handsome.
I couldn't stop staring.
She was wearing sunglasses, so she thought I wouldn't notice.
But I could feel her staring.
So I turn towards her, and I'm wearing sunglasses too,
and we're just looking at each other from behind our shades.
It was just one of those moments.
When leaving the cemetery, I was weaving through graves to catch up.
And when I finally did, I was kind of frozen.
It was like I'd forgotten how to speak.
So neither of us says anything until I feel this tug and I hear…
"Hold on, hold on. I have a question." So quiet.
And she puts her hand over her mouth, like she is now!
It sounds desperate.
And she whispers, "Can you keep a secret?"
"I never really liked that woman."
- She nearly choked on it. - I did.
And what did you say to that?
- "Nobody really did." - Exactly.
- We are horrible people. - We are.
But she's the reason I met you.
- True. - Cheers. May she rest in peace.
Mm.
Then I bought her a drink at a bar, and we decided not to miss out, right?
So you two have been going strong ever since the funeral?
Until he disappears for some reason and I don't hear from him for three days.
We all need some time to ourselves once in a while.
To be in our own headspace.
That sounds kind of familiar.
Santita just drops off the radar. For days at a time.
No.
Not checking in with you means I'm busy. Doesn't mean I'm not around.
Can I get this recipe, Cecilia?
I'd love to try it at home.
Am I invited?
- You'll clean up? - Mm.
Especially for more of this.
I'm fascinated by how people load the dishwasher.
Fascinated? Wow. That's a strangle little fetish.
I think it says a lot about a person.
Some people are disorganized,
and others are… organized and efficient.
Are you saying I do it wrong?
- Are you a dishwashing expert? - May I?
Okay. But try to mansplain this, I'll punch you in the face.
Good thing we have some doctors in the house.
Is this a bad dream?
Not at all. Just dinner with friends.
Yes, it is. But… why?
Ceci suggested it as a last-minute thing.
- A last-minute ambush. - No.
I think she wanted the elephant out of the room.
Hear that?
- That is so wrong. - He makes her laugh.
That's how it usually starts.
This one you should wash by hand.
The heat from the dishwasher makes the pattern fade.
Good. I've always hated that one.
Good technique.
- Made it. - Thank you.
- Here. - Off you go.
This is good. Let it go. Both of you.
Mauricio.
Alejandro.
See you, Mari.
- Hey? Good to see you. - Yeah. See you.
Drive safe.
- Good night. - Bye.
- Know the way out? - Yeah. We're good.
- There you go. - Thank you.
Follow me?
I think I'm gonna go home.
Where I can get in the tub,
without anyone having to help me with a single thing.
And I can make myself a tea in my kitchen where everything's in reach.
Okay.
Can I see you tomorrow?
Good.
I don't want you…
I don't want you to ever leave me.
What's she doing here?
Stop trying to avoid me. You can't run forever.
I don't need you to come to the rescue. I don't need your help or anyone else's.
It wasn't bad, until we got served with a wrongful death suit the other day.
You wouldn't know anything about that, Santita?
You can't be serious.
Your brother already found out. You wanna take out a billboard?
I'm not a fan.
If I tell your partner you're screwing his daughter…
- Where's my husband? - I'm good, thanks.
Where's Alejandro?
Why is everyone at this wedding so aggressive? Back off.
- This isn't good for us. - What isn't?
Bittersweet reminiscence.
This is a great wedding, but ours would've been one for the ages.
The night of the accident, I did something I never told you.