[theme music playing]
GRAND OPENING!
[Delfina in Spanish] My love…
Casimiro!
[Pop in Spanish] I'm recording you, my queen.
We don't have tortillas. We can't open without tortillas!
What? We came to this country, and now we're gringos?
-[Pop] Love, don't get angry. -This salsa is bland.
We can't open like this. Don't stick your hand in there!
[Pop] Wow! This salsa is perfect,
and you look gorgeous, my queen.
We're opening the taco shop today, and it's going to be a success.
What if they don't like our food?
[Pop] Not like your food?! There's no way.
The other shops in the hood are about to go out of business.
Stop, Casimiro. [chuckles]
Where's my necklace?
I had it on in the morning. Have you seen it, mija?
Casimiro, I need my necklace.
[Pop] I don't know, but it's time to open, mamita.
No. This is not a good sign.
[Pop] It's not a good sign to not open the door.
Then why are you standing around? Go!
[Pop] My love, now you record me.
[Delfina] Give it to me.
-Turn it over. -[Pop] It's my turn to be the star.
-I want to look good. -[Delfina laughs]
Get it!
-Come on in! -You just opened?
-Yes. -Uh…
-Welcome. -Thank you very much.
Um…
Can I start a tab?
[theme music playing]
-[Saraí giggles] -[Chris] Okay.
[Saraí] You're on the pillow. [giggles]
[woman singing in French on record]
[whispering] Why are we listening to this?
[whispering] I'm pretty sure it's the national anthem of Paris.
Also I have to parlez-vous in three months.
No. That's too soon, mon amour.
-Mon amour? -[chuckles]
This is cute, but… we in L.A., homie.
-[scoffs] -[in normal voice] What are you doing?
You'll be busy with your new restaurant here in L.A. anyways.
-Good choice, get over here. -[chuckles]
[Spanish music playing]
[moans]
[man singing in Spanish on record]
[birds chirping]
[vibrating]
[Chris] Oh, shit.
-Hello? -[Ana] Where you at, fucker?
Oh my God. Oh Shit. Um, I'm on my way.
-Fuck. I gotta go. -No, no, no, don't go.
-It's just, my Pop has a thing. -No, no, no.
What?
-I know how to make you stay. -Don't.
Mm-hm.
[grunts]
Close your eyes, Abuelita.
Oh my God. Okay. Ahh!
Mr. Morales is not listed as the father on the birth certificate.
What?
-[in Spanish] I'm not the father? -His petition won't be approved.
We ask the court to proceed with the removal of Mr. Morales.
-No. -Barragán!
Objection, Your Honor!
Given an extension, we can provide the court with a DNA test.
[speaking indistinctly]
-[Ana] This is not correct. -Gotta be some mistake.
[judge] Provide the DNA test, and we'll go from there.
-We're done here. -[gavel bangs]
-[Ana] Seriously. -[exhales] It's fine. I made it.
[sniffs] Couldn't take a shower, cochino? I can smell the hoo-ha from here.
-What are you doing here? -I can't be with my family?
-Can you? -[in Spanish] Stop fighting!
Everything is falling apart for me.
[Melinna] Casimiro, don't worry.
Your son's petition for your citizenship will be approved. I promise.
Mexico fucks up birth certificates all the time, especially in rural areas.
[in Spanish] So what? All us ranchers have bastard sons?
-Screw that! -[Chris] Wait.
-What did I miss? Who's a bastard son? -No one's a bastard.
Your dad's a bastard, bro. Which makes you a bastard grandson.
Pop, why isn't your name on Dad's birth certificate?
[in Spanish] How should I know? I was there.
I practically pulled him out with my own hands.
When the DNA comes back positive,
all we have to do then is wait for Ernesto's petition
for your Green Card to come back before the hearing.
-[in Spanish] Easy-peasy. -[Pop] "Easy-peasy."
[in English] The final hearing.
[in Spanish] Four months!
I know, department of Homeland Security is slower than DMV,
except instead of a bad picture, you get deported.
[sighs]
[Melinna] Oh okay, maybe that was a bad joke.
[protesters chanting]
Damn, bro. You're adopted.
[protesters] No fear! Immigrants are welcome here!
No hate! No fear!
-[in Spanish] I'm not gonna leave you. -Everything's all right.
Mrs. Barragán, Lupe's a citizen.
What if Pop and Lupe got married?
[Melinna] Sudden marriages are always highly scrutinized.
Ernesto's petition is enough.
But it can't hurt. Let's not think about that right now.
There's some folks that really wanna see you, Casimiro.
-[in Spanish] Come. -Be strong, my love.
Come, look.
[protesters] No hate! No fear! Immigrants are welcome here!
No hate! No fear! Immigrants are welcome here!
[in Spanish] Thanks for your support.
Always.
[sighs, speaks English] I'm really sorry about the shop.
[in Spanish] Come by the taqueria.
I have something for you.
[chuckles softly]
Okay.
[in Spanish] Excuse me.
Hey, um…
thank you for putting us on the housing waiting list.
[sighs] Yessika, I wish we weren't this way.
-There's so much I wanna talk to you-- -Ana.
I'm not your therapist anymore.
This is what broken up looks like.
-I know. -[Yessika] I…
I'm here for Pop. Not for you.
[protesters] No hate! No fear! Immigrants are welcome here!
[Lidia] You've reached Lidia Solís' voicemail. Leave a message.
Come on, Lidia, baby, I'm just gonna keep calling until you pick up.
Listen, don't make me feel bad for coming to support my Pop.
That whole scene with the cops, that shit fucked up my head.
It's just…
Listen…
I'm sorry, all right?
I know I shouldn't have left like that, but…
this is the man that changed my diapers, babe.
[crying]
Do you hear that? That was Pop.
His heart is breaking.
I love you.
[kisses]
[Pop in Spanish] What do you think?
Shall we get married?
-[sighs] I'm just playing. -[Lupe] Yes.
-Would you want to get married again? -You heard what the lawyer said.
It couldn't hurt.
[chuckles] Not for papers.
For love.
Just so you know,
I do love you, Casimiro.
[nurse, in English] How's it going, guys? All right, what do we have here? Ah.
Casimiro Morales, DNA test. All right.
-Do you mind rolling that sleeve up? -Yes.
[nurse] Let's get you in there.
[exhales]
[in Spanish] It's okay. Don't say it if you're not ready.
Look at you two. How long have you been married, 20 years?
No, we are not married.
-We've only been dating a year. -A year?
You're not getting any younger. [chuckles]
[in Spanish] I want to say the words you want to hear, but I can't.
I'm sorry, Lupita.
I know it's stupid, but…
I need to know Delfina gives us her blessing.
[in English] He's waiting for his wife's blessing.
-[in Spanish] Right? -Oh, look at you two. Swingers!
All right. I've been trying to get my husband--
[in Spanish] No, no, no. What do you mean, swingers?
[in English] My wife is in heaven.
[in Spanish] She's an angel. We're no damn swingers.
Oh my bad. Sorry, sir.
[in Spanish] It's not stupid, Casimiro. I believe in signs too.
[screaming]
[nurse] Ah! Shit!
[grunts]
[Beatriz in Spanish] Ana! Why are you making so much noise?
Damn you!
[loud music playing]
[keys clacking]
God, I can't… It's so low-rent.
[sighs] This is… This is your boss.
Oh God.
[send message dings]
[exhales]
[Erik] Hey, Ratatouille.
Just because you're adopted doesn't mean you shouldn't help. Let's go.
Hold on, I'm trying to get a hold of Paris.
[in Spanish] Erik, stop that shit. You're calling me a cuckold.
Eh? What are you calling your grandmother?
Doesn't Lidia need you?
You need me right now, Pop.
She's okay.
I'm not gonna lie, I miss my baby girl though.
[in Spanish] Why don't you go back to your baby? Hm?
What are you doing here?
[phone vibrates]
-Hello? Sí… Oui. -[French woman] Allo? Oui.
[woman speaking French]
Je suis want to make a deposit on your…
Chambre a louer.
[speaking French]
What? Duolingo, bitch.
-Five minutes a day. -[woman] Alo.
I want to deposit on your chambre a louer. S'il vous plaît.
[woman speaking French]
Merci. No, too Fren… Too rapide. Too… Hello?
-[line disconnects] -Come on!
Why are you in such a hurry to pack your bagaglio?
-Nah, that's Italian. -Norma, pick a language.
Your bags! Why are you in a hurry?
I'm sorry. It's just that Saraí might be getting her own restaurant, and…
I need to get my merde together if I'm gonna be with her.
Man, I can't go back to working at Chipotle.
Fucking chips are extra.
Nobody cares.
"Dear Erik, This is the first book I ever finished."
"I got a C+ on my book report. Thanks! Andy."
[sighs]
[in Spanish] What's wrong?
-Ah, it's nothing Pop. -[in Spanish] Are you sad?
This should be an exciting time in your life.
New friends, new experiences.
Yeah, Pops, it's not like that.
Here our vecinos, they know us.
Even if they don't know us, they know us.
There, it's like…
There's always a spotlight on you, waiting for you to mess up.
[in Spanish] I understand that, but you've got to be strong.
Hm? To protect your daughter from this crazy world.
Yeah, I will be there for her, Pop.
It's just…
I don't know, maybe…
Maybe I'm not good enough to leave Boyle Heights.
[in Spanish] Mijo…
It's because you're from Boyle Heights…
[in English] …that you are good enough.
[upbeat music playing]
Don't go! You just got here. [chuckles]
This is so fancy. I would've dressed up if I knew.
No, you couldn't look cuter. Come on, I want you to meet my friends.
Olivia, this is Ana. Ana, this is Olivia.
Ana is an incredible artist.
You… [kisses] …are divine.
What's your sign? You reek of Scorpio.
[chuckles]
Um, look, I'm not sure I should be here.
Are you kidding? All these posers wish they were you.
But seriously, everybody is queer and crazy talented.
You're gonna love them, kid.
This does look like my Instagram explore page.
Oh shit, it's my girl, Dora La Exploradora!
Oh my God.
[shutter clicking]
-Cam. -Mm-hm. What?
Ana is an artist, not an actor.
Oh. Well, the movie still slapped. It was really underrated, right?
Come on.
[laughing]
These are your people, make some memories.
[Olivia] Come on.
Can you grab that? Thank you.
[Pop in Spanish] I hope this works, Lupita.
Oh yes, love.
[in English] If you believe, it will.
[in Spanish] Delfina's been sending mixed messages.
When I went shopping, a hummingbird followed me home.
-Seriously? -Mm.
But I also saw a dead rat.
Well…
let's ask her.
[crackles]
[inhales deeply]
[in English] We call on our angels,
ancestors, and spirit guides.
Please, open the line of communication
between Heaven and Earth.
[church bells toll]
Delfina.
[in Spanish] If you are here, know that this space
is filled with love.
[in Spanish] You look very pretty, Lupe.
[spiritual music playing]
Is she angry or happy?
My love.
Uh…
I don't want to upset you,
but what do you want?
Hm?
Was Delfina the jealous type?
[Pop chuckles]
[chuckling lightly]
[clattering]
Damn!
In the shop?
Y'all are freaks!
[laughing]
[vibrant music playing]
Mm-hm.
Mm.
-This is respect. -Mm-mm-mm-mm.
A private tasting at Chef Chang's invitation? [chuckles]
He knows you're about to open the hottest restaurant in L.A.
Don't jinx it!
The investors are considering three other strong chefs.
Oh, and none of them are French. Just saying. I'm just saying.
What's in these noodles? They're good.
[chuckling]
They're the best.
I mean, aside from a drunken 2:00 a.m. Cup-O-Noodles.
But still, this is good.
Yeah, he's changing the game while honoring his roots.
-That's what I want for my restaurant. -You're already doing that.
I wish I had one ounce of your vision.
No, I'm still not there yet.
I want a home for my food.
A place that feels like my abuelita's. Like San José Del Pacífico.
You know that's where magic mushrooms are from?
Okay, note to self: do magic mushrooms with Saraí in Oaxaca.
Yeah, so why the fuck would you go to Paris, corazón?
I'm sorry, what was that last part? Corazón?
Oy, oy, oy.
Is that the new nickname?
Shut up. No, really, why do you wanna learn from the colonizer?
Because, uh, your corazón is still trying to find his voice.
I…
I… I didn't grow up around my culture.
I was super young when my dad moved my entire family to Boise, so, I…
I never felt like I belong, you know?
I know. I feel you…
But I didn't find my voice at the Louvre.
-Oh my God, you're not gonna drop it. -[chuckles]
-[indistinct chatter] -[upbeat music playing]
Girl, why you not mingling?
-I don't think this is my crowd. -[Cam] Hm.
Just a bunch of broke hoes trying to act like they're hot shit.
Hey, what's up? I'm hoes. [chuckles]
[chuckles] Trust me, I'm usually broke as shit too.
Oh, lovely. Let's be broke together.
Now, have I introduced you to my friend, Open Bar?
-Well, hello, Open Bar. -[Cam] What's up?
-[Ana] Nice to meet you. -[Cam] Mm-hm. Right there.
The campaign is about brown queer women.
-And sneakers. -Yes! Come on, brown queer work.
[clinking]
-And Yessika called me out… -Mm.
-…in the street. -Mm-hm.
-And then Erik left us. And then… -Baby. Baby daddy. Yes.
My grandfather is being deported.
Bitch. Like, like, deported deported?
To Mexico.
-Oh my God. -Mexico!
Well, I mean, at least there's Cancún. That's a nice beach.
[scoffs]
-Hot Cheetos, listen, are a Mexican thing. -Mm-mm.
No, bitch. Hot Cheetos are a Black thing. Right?
Black. Like everything else, right? Black.
I think it sounds like a microaggression.
Oh, but against who, though?
[laughing]
[clinking]
[sighs]
[groans]
Look, if you want her, you… you gotta go get her.
-Is that her girlfriend? -[Cam] Ugh, no.
[scoffs] Okay. Look, get yours, okay?
And don't play small, honey.
'Cause you remember, whoever's here last,
wins.
[soft music playing]
Okay.
Chris, I… need to ask you something.
And listen, this isn't the food or the wine
or the amazing sex talking.
You gotta know, you're a natural chef.
For real.
I really, really believe in you.
It's the amazing sex talking a little, right?
-No, seriously, fool. -[chuckles]
If the investors pick me, would--
And I know this is weird, but…
would you work for me?
No Paris. You learn from me.
We learn together.
And I get to see you in your chef whites.
Of course, this is all hypothetical. I have to be selected first.
I probably shouldn't have said anything.
Yes.
Yes to you.
Yes to everything.
[people speaking indistinctly]
Hey.
-Have you had any water? -Do you still think I'm hot?
-Ana, I'm your boss, remember? -Then answer the question.
[Olivia] Oh, so this is the girl you can't stop talking about?
Really?
Olivia. That was before we started working together.
-So you don't talk about me anymore? -Never mind. I like her.
She has her charm.
So are we on company time, or…
I got some things I wanna do HR would disagree with.
So?
Lucky for you, I'm off the clock.
Then come closer.
[man singing in Spanish]
[sighs]
[chuckles]
-You hungover? -[Ana] Uh-huh.
[Bree] 'Cause I'm hungover.
[footsteps approaching]
That was fun. Let's do it again sometime.
-Bye, girls. -[chuckles]
That one is always fluttering off to the next thing.
[chuckles]
So, the last time I saw you, you cried in my mouth.
-[laughs] -Ugh.
-God. -What changed last night, huh?
-I was a little drunk. -A little?
[both chuckling]
[Ana sighs sharply]
My ex shot me down yesterday.
[Bree] Mmm.
Yeah. It felt like revenge sex. [chuckles]
Yeah. Now it's time to face the real world.
Hmm. And what is happening in Ana's real world?
Uh…
You can tell me.
Uh…
Today's a hard day.
We have to say goodbye to my grandpop's shop.
[scoffs]
[groans]
-I promised myself I wouldn't do this. -No, it's okay.
-Is there anything I can do to help? -No.
It's okay. I'm okay.
Let me come with you.
I don't think that's such a good idea.
[somber music playing]
Hey, Mija!
[sighs] This is so depressing, Pop.
[Yessika] Hey.
[Ana] Hi.
Pop asked me to come.
[in Spanish] Thanks for coming, mija.
Look at what I found under some boxes.
-Huh? Remember? -[Yessika] Of course.
[chuckles]
[in English] Mama Fina made these 'cause Ana was such a damn mess in the kitchen.
[chuckles]
[Pop in Spanish] Maybe we didn't always show it,
but we love you a lot.
Ana, do you…
Could we talk outside?
No. I'm good.
We broke up, remember?
[Erik] You're telling me. I can't believe this shit either.
Hey.
[Yesskia] What's up?
What did we miss?
Nothing. Let's just say goodbye.
-I ate a lot of tacos in this kitchen. -Fuck yeah, you did.
This place saved me.
This place was a home.
[in Spanish] We didn't get to go out on our terms.
Closing Mama Fina's doesn't mean we failed.
Family and love aren't found in a building. They're found in here.
No one can take that away.
[somber music playing]
-[Chris] We love you, Pop. -[Ana] Yeah.
[sniffs]
[Erik] So many memories.
[in Spanish] You need to go back to your family.
I know.
[in Spanish] And you?
You need to marry Lupe.
You love her too.
[in English] I know.
[soft guitar playing]
[exhales]
[woman singing in Spanish]
[Pop in Spanish] Every day, I wake up with such joy.
Thank you, my love.
With so much…
inexplicable happiness…
because of you.
CONGRATULATIONS
I love you, Lupita.
I love you too, Casimiro.
[cheering]
[Erik] Oh man.
[phone vibrates]
What? Go. Go get it.
Next? Another wedding?
-[Chris] Ah, yup. -Hello?
[Vivian] Are you ready to be the chef of your own restaurant?
-[chuckles softly] -Let's meet there to go over the plans.
It's in Boyle Heights. It used to be a taco spot, but it's got great bones.
I know you'll love it and put your own twist on the space.
-Uh-huh. -Let's say noon? See you there, chica.
Bye.
[woman continues singing in Spanish]
[chuckles]