MAURICIO: WHEN ARE YOU GETTING HERE?
I’M ON MY WAY.
At this rate, we're gonna get there for their first baby's christening.
Okay, so you choose it, then. Which one?
The gray. The gray will be fine.
Are you sure? Don't I need a little more contrast?
- Contrast? - Good.
I picked it so you could get a fucking move-on.
This isn't even your wedding. Chill out.
Okay, okay, okay.
Slow down, handsome, you have to dance with the bride later.
Well, since these two gorgeous ladies aren't invited,
I'm getting my groove on so they don't feel left out.
Mm-hmm. Come on, handsome. We're late.
I'll see you
when we can continue in private.
Darling.
- Mr. Cano, nice to meet you. - Call me, Lucas.
I'm sure no one would mind if you brought your dance partners with you.
I would mind, since I'm in the mood to find some new ones.
Know what I'm sayin', Doctor?
I think you'll have a better shot without lipstick on your face.
- Do I have some on me? - Yes.
Ah, good man.
What I hate the most about weddings is that they feed you so late.
I nearly fainted at the last one.
You're like a broken record.
Hand that over, would you?
Thanks. Take this.
No! Do I smell pork loin?
- Whoo! - Now you can't pass out.
That's why you're my favorite daughter.
No! There's so many of them!
She's your sister! It's a family photo, for your wedding.
- I don't want her in it. - What the fuck?!
If we don't do it now, we have to do it at the reception.
Do it now, but not with her. I refuse to have her in it.
- I have a name, David! - What's going on?
- David doesn't want Lía in the pictures. - Why the hell not? She's your only sister.
- She knows. It's her fault. - What did you do?
We're throwing everything off schedule
Please stay positive. We always factor in a cushion for unexpected issues.
Why this drama all of a sudden? You guys never fight!
Ask your nephew.
Stop being so immature so we can get the picture, then talk.
- It's not happening. - What's such a big deal?
I've had it! I'm outta here.
Take all the fucking pictures you want of that asshole!
Listen. Calm down, I'll go after her.
Let's do this. Everyone's here I want.
Is this a joke? What the hell?
No joke. This is what I want. It's my fucking wedding!
Lía.
How'd he find out?
I was showing him some drawings on my phone and he saw some photos.
There's one of me and Armando.
- Screwing. - No!
Why would you have a picture of you two on your phone, Lía?
You're supposed to be discreet.
I'll talk to David, okay?
Talk to him all you want, I'm not even going.
It's not my fucking wedding.
You're acting like a five-year-old. You need to fix this.
So suck it up
and say cheese.
Are you spying on me?
No!
You two are terrible liars.
- Sorry. - Did you bring us any snacks?
You guys know Mauricio?
- Your boyfriend? - Yeah, he's here too.
If you ask nicely, he'll take you to the stash of tacos I have in my car.
- Thanks, Auntie. - Yes!
David.
So, what'd she say?
She didn't need to say.
You were in on it?
Why didn't you tell us?
It's not my story to tell, come on.
You two are the same. Bullshitting all the people who love you the most.
You can't compare her to me. I do so much worse.
Your illusions are shot. You need to grow up, sunshine.
But on the bright side, it's probably fizzled out already.
Who cares?
I will never forgive them.
And your bride will never forgive you for ruining her wedding.
So put on your big-boy suit, stand next to your parents, and smile your ass off.
You win.
One more thing,
and I know it's not how you wanna start a marriage,
but you cannot tell your wife about this.
It'll destroy her.
This fucking family.
Excellent. I'm loving those smiles.
Now, mother and father of the groom, hold hands, please.
Beautiful. Really nice.
Everyone relax a little bit, but hold your positions.
Hey. What'd you find out?
A few close-ups. Grandpa and the boys.
It's pre-wedding jitters. Nothing serious.
I need everyone looking back at me please. One, two…
Your brothers asked me to put a ramp in,
but they didn't know this was already here.
I'm happy to see this is where your donations go.
It leads straight to the altar.
So the altar boys can tear out of here on their tricycles.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
The Lord be with you.
Bravo!
Beautiful.
I love weddings.
You smell so good.
Drives me nuts.
Already drunk, aren't you?
- Hey, there's Santita. - Sounds awful.
- Hello, Simón. - Nice to see you, too.
- Gorgeous, Mo! - Simon.
- Mauricio, my wife, Tamara. - Good to see you, Santita.
- Lovely to meet you. - Pleasure. You look beautiful.
Simón brought you a little present.
A present? Is it something from the registry?
- From the goodness of my heart. - Oh boy.
There he is!
It's precious. You should be more careful.
I'll remember that. Thanks for this.
It was an easy fix.
I tugged too hard on it one day and broke the clasp,
but Simón got it all fixed up.
- What? - Nothing.
- What's that face? - Why are you lying about this?
- Why would I lie to you? - I know.
You don't have to pretend. I know you lost it at poker.
Ah.
If it's gotten so bad you're pawning heirlooms--
I don't need you to come to the rescue. I don't need your help or anyone else's.
- Anyone need a refill? - No, thank you, Mauricio.
- We're good for now. - Fucking hell.
- Good job, honey. - What'd I do?
It's as much your fault. You insisted I give it back.
I never told you to bring it to the wedding.
Mauricio's pretty drunk. He won't remember.
- I was trying to help. - Discretion, honey.
She's right. Seems to be the word of the day.
Your heart was in the right place.
What's she doing here?
- Who is that? - She's Quique Quirarte's girlfriend.
And you know her?
Not very well.
You might not be friends, but you owe her a small fortune.
- I wouldn't ignore her. - The night is young.
- Hi, all! - The lovebirds! Congrats!
- Congratulations. - Thank you all for coming.
May you always have your love, and respect, and patience.
You two, you know you don't have to drink up with every toast tonight.
You have to take care of her later.
He's been working up his tolerance. We'll be fine.
I don't know why we're we talking about this right now?
- Oh! - You're in trouble later!
- You look beautiful. - Thank you.
Congrats to both of you. I like her.
Oh, no you don't. We need at least two sober boys in the family.
Go check if the food's coming.
One drunk Cano's bad enough, but two at a time?
Double trouble.
Good evening, Santita.
Stop trying to avoid me. You can't run forever.
Forever, no. But for right now, yes.
- Don't worry, I'll come find you. - Looking forward to it.
You can't be serious?!
- Auntie! - Your brother already found out.
You wanna take out a billboard?
Get back in there.
Fucking move your ass.
I'm not a fan.
Well, you're not gonna like me any better.
- I doubt I could dislike you more. - No, no, no.
I have a proposal.
I want you to buy out my share of my family's vineyard.
You already invested. And I need to get rid of it.
This project's gotten every dollar I'm willing to invest already.
And besides, I'm not interested in your money issues.
If I tell your partner you're screwing his daughter, will that change things?
Obviously, you could make my life somewhat… difficult.
But you should watch yourself, because I can make yours unbearable.
Oh, such a big word.
Just for fun, how's that work?
How do you feel about going to jail?
For extortion?
This is Mexico, Armando, come on.
Exactly, and if I'm up-to-date on the laws of this jurisdiction,
abortion is illegal.
- Think very carefully. - Everything all right?
Of course. Enjoying your party.
Good, because this dress is ridiculous.
I can barely breathe, and I need help to pee.
I feel like an invalid.
- Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. - Forget it, we know what you meant.
Santita's not an invalid. She can do plenty of things.
And I'm sure she's heard plenty of worse insults, right?
And seen worse too.
You look beautiful.
Smile for me. Thanks.
- Where have you been? - Hi, Cecilia. How are you?
- Where's my husband? - Yeah, I'm good, thanks.
- Where is Alejandro? - I don't know.
Why is everybody at this wedding so aggressive? Back off!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on? You owe her money too?
- Really? - It's nothing to do with money.
You sure? 'Cause there's a woman saying Santita owes her a lot of money,
so I assumed she's not alone. What's going on?
Don't ask me, she's drunk and literally lost her husband.
- Everyone in here is drunk. - I'm not drunk.
You're not? You must be the only sober one here.
I've never seen so much alcohol at a wedding.
Unless you've decided to get on the wagon.
Get off your high-horse, for once.
Ah, Santita. I've been looking for you.
You two made up.
- We were gonna send the twins to find you. - We'd have to know where they are first.
Look who rolled in.
Look whose belly fat rolled out.
Juan Antonio, over here. Come on.
Who knows if I'll be around next time we're all dressed so nice?
- Get over here. - Don't be silly.
You'll be around forever. You love bugging us too much.
When the twins get married, you'll be the ring bearer.
By then, you'd better have someone who can push defrost on my cryogenic chamber.
The girl, where'd she go? The photographer?
- I'll go find her. - Don't get up.
- I'll ask her to come over. - Take your time.
- You're going to try this one, aren't you? - Be generous!
- A toast to your, uh… - David.
…cryogenic defroster, whatever weird thing you said.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Mm!
Very nice. Congratulations. You two actually know what you're doing.
- Come dance with me. - Even better than I expected.
The wine's the easy part. It's the other bullshit that's killing us.
It wasn't bad until we got served with a wrongful death suit the other day.
Came outta nowhere.
It's such a waste of money having to pay all those lawyer fees.
Must be pretty serious if someone filed a lawsuit?
Ah, it was all handled discreetly with the guy's family.
Only now, a lawyer gets involved, out of the blue,
and we've got a fucking lawsuit on our hands.
You wouldn't know anything about that? Someone put them up to it.
- 'Course not. - No?
- Why would I? - Whoever knows with you?
See, the lawyer isn't from the local area, so someone had to go out of their way…
I don't like where this is going. I raised you better than this.
He raised us, did you know that?!
Ungrateful shits. What would you call it?
- Ever-loving negligence. - Santita, you hear how they insult me?
The pork loin was my good deed for the day.
- You're on your own. - Found her.
My father-in-law would like one of him with his sons and daughter.
Looks tight. Lay off the bread, brother.
You and my sister can shove it you know where.
- Suck it in. - Don't hold your breath for too long.
- Say, "titties!" - Ready?
Titties!
- Then you wonder why I frown in pictures. - Titties!
You're lucky…
Is that…?
- Alejandro! - Ah, Lucas?
- Over here! Come! A picture! - No, I just wanted to say hi.
It's an order. I want one with my children..
- You were like a son to me - I was.
Get in here!
I won't name names, but someone screwed me out of a son-in-law.
Huh?
Smile.
- And say, "syphilis"! Syphilis. - Syphilis.
- Ah. - He hasn't changed.
If you want more pictures with the family, I'll round 'em up.
No, no, no! Just the inner circle. The only thing I want from you is a dance.
Please keep him on the dance floor for a while, would you?
- Good to see you. Gotta go. - Thanks for the invite.
Just like old times, you and my sister. Such good memories!
- The good old days! Cheers. - Cheers to that.
- "The good old days"? - Uh-huh, sure.
- This is a great wedding. - Yeah.
But ours would've been one for the ages.
- You think? - Oh, I know.
Remember what the band's name was?
Mari…
I know it was something cheesy. Or weird. But we thought they were cool.
Shadowmen of Waterloo.
Waterloo? Not quite.
The Shadowmen of Xanadu.
Mm.
They were cool.
This isn't good for us.
What isn't?
Bittersweet reminiscence.
Great name for a band.
But not for a wedding.
It's cool, but a bit sad.
She was looking for you.
Of course she was.
What are you doing? Get down from there.
You can't be spying on people.
No, Mauricio, it's too crowded.
Not here. I hate to say it, but Santita was right. We are drunk.
- But maybe one? - Yes!
All right! Yeah!
Whoo! Come on, Mari!
Let's dance! Whoo, come on!
Look. Over there.
Your dad hasn't lost a step with the ladies, has he?
- Santita! Get glasses! - Everybody, on the dance floor!
Here, here! Yes, yes, yes.
- Now you can dance. Whoo-hoo! - Let's go.
Yeah!
Yeah! There ya go.
Okay.
I haven't danced in ages.
Alejandro?! Alejandro!
Alejandro. Call an ambulance!
Hey. Hey.
Alejandro.
Go find the people you were spying on, boys!
- Okay, Auntie! - Look at me.
What's going on?
You passed out. Just stay like this.
How embarrassing.
We do have a knack for ruining weddings.
- Why are you on the floor? - 'Cause I'm a doctor.
- Where's your chair? - Don't worry.
- What happened, honey? - They were dancing.
- All of a sudden, he's on the floor. - Did he faint?
- Does your head hurt? - No.
- Help me out. - Everyone give them some space.
- The ambulance is coming. - One, two, three.
We gotta get you to the hospital.
We'll make him comfortable and give the medication time to take effect,
which should stabilize things.
If that all goes well,
we'll take him for tests first thing in the morning and take it from there.
Okay, Doctor. You scared us half to death. You have to rest now. Okay?
- Thank you, Doctor. - Of course.
You should call it a night.
The night of the accident, I did something I never told you.
Deathbed confessions, Mari?
Always gotta steal my thunder.
Spit it out already.
Please.
I was ashamed.
I fucking lost my mind that night.
I drank too much.
And I couldn't think straight.
I started making out
with this guy who was a friend of my cousin's.
I don't even remember the guy's name.
I'm not sure I knew.
We found a room,
and I don't know why,
but I slept with him, right there.
I barely remember my first time. It's just some blur.
With a total stranger.
You were so patient and respectful, waiting for the day I'd finally be ready.
So…
I got out of there… so freaked out.
I stumbled to my car,
and I'm not proud of this, but I took off like a bat outta hell.
Like if I left it…
in the rearview mirror,
I'd erase the entire thing.
I doubled down.
Trying to win it back.
And the rest is history.
I wish you'd told me then.
I couldn't.
It was too hard.
I didn't want to face it.
The shame was… so unbearable.
And the guilt.
Mari…
I need your help. This can't drag on.
- You can't ask me this. - I need you.
All I want is to go out on my own terms.
God makes the terms.
Don't bring God into this.
It's not a life.
I don't want drugs and tubes and needles. I want out.
I'm sorry. It's too much.
You owe me.
I'm only here because of Dad.
You don't give a fuck about anyone else. It's always about you.
Hey, Armando. And Lía?
You're too important to lose twice.
I told myself he was better off without me.
That's a lie you've been telling yourself for a long time.
- It's nothing to do with you. - It's everything to do with me.
It might be a lot to ask, but I need a place to sleep tonight, if that's okay.
Did you ever care about me?
Thank you, my friend.
Yeah, good luck with that.
We'll meet again.
I need a miracle, Santita.