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I also baked him a bread of the dead.
Thank you.
That's so nice of you.
I married his wife, it's the least I can do.
I can only imagine how proud you must be
of our kids.
Sara has been doing extra school things all year--
Debate is not school!
And Máximo is doing so well at the hotel
and with his girlfriend, Julia, who is an amazing woman.
Thank you. That's so sweet.
No, thank you for being here.
Well, I know how much he meant to Máximo.
I just wanted to say hi.
Well, if I'm going to keep doing well at the hotel
I really have to get going--
But we have breakfast with your father every year.
Oh, sorry, Mom, I was actually talking to Dad.
And he says it's fine.
He wants me to destroy Memo's sister, too! Bye!
See you later!
His eyes...
It's like he's looking right into my soul...
What's wrong, my love?
Are you sad because of your dad?
Yes.
But there's something else...
It's okay to be sad about more than one thing.
This one time I was sad about being sad
so then I got more sad.
How sad.
Well...
I'm sad because of a girl.
That's okay.
Do you want to talk about it?
No, not anymore!
I saw the face you made when I told you.
That's not true!
You know I'm okay with your thing.
My "thing?"
Mom, you can't even say it!
Maybe you're "okay" with it in theory
but...
when will you actually accept me?
Darling! Sara, wait!
I screwed up again, just like with Roberta.
Don't worry, my love.
What I think you should...
...what a family we have, huh?
...the bottle was frozen because my cousin had filled it with water!
We were so scared how my dad would react to us stealing his tequila.
We were so hungover, my dad just started laughing!
He was dying of laughter!
Look at us, Máximo,
just two kids from Arenal Street.
Working at the best hotel in Mexico.
And drinking on the job.
If they know what we're like, why do they invite us?!
This next one is a white tequila from Nayarit...
I need you to know that the only reason
I push you so hard
is because I want you to succeed in this job.
I've wanted that ever since you burst into my office
holding that matchbook.
I can't believe I did that.
Never lose that part of you, Máximo.
Never forget that optimism,
that enthusiasm, because that is who you really are.
Thank you, Don Pablo.
That means a lot, especially from my mentor.
To me, our relationship has always felt like more than that.
Look...
My son and I have cognac as our drink
now this añejo will be ours.
Pay attention, man.
Oh Beto...
I should have known.
A part of me did. I just didn't want it to be true.
Well, that does it.
We have to give him a warning!
No, Máximo.
I've already given Beto many warnings over the years.
About giving out free shots
and other "Beto-perks" in exchange for larger tips.
Chilaquiles are never free!
So what should we do?
I know he's your friend, but Beto has to go.
You're going to fire him?
No, Máximo.
You are.
Me? As in me, me?
- Why me? - I'm sorry.
This is the most difficult part of the job,
but it is also necessary.
...yeah. Okay.
I'll do it.
Máximo? I thought you had to vanquish Memo's sister at work?
Hello, my love.
Mom?
How did you know about the Portal of Truths?"
Máximo's name, not mine.
I clean your room, I know everything.
I just thought, if we talked through here
you wouldn't have to worry about what face I make.
Mom, you don't get it!
I don't want to have to talk to you through a wall.
Then I'll come in there
and we can start small. Maybe you could just tell me...
her name,
and tomorrow we can start...
It's not that easy.
I don't want any part of my life to be a secret.
But I'm not ready to trust you.
This one here, sir. I want the salad, please.
I also want the stew and rice.
That's broccoli, right? That too.
Hey!
Did you cut in front of my woman?
Oh no. Sorry. You can go ahead of me
I don't even really like this food.
No, no, no!
No one cuts in front of my woman!
Memo, calm down!
It's okay my love, I'm defending your honor.
Paco, let go of the tray.
No, why?
- Give it to me! - Why?
Give me the tray!
I'm BLEEDING!
HELP!
HELP! I'M BLEEDING!
I'M BLEEDING!
Some of the stew and salad please.
You're picking fights now?
Who are you? All of my exes?
I'm sorry, I just--
ever since you told me about your abuelo
I've been feeling like...
maybe I'm not the kind of man you want.
What are you talking about?
Look...
I could never build a house with tools
let alone my bare hands!
I'm not macho like your abuelo!
That's a good thing!
But you said he fought a coyote!
He was a liar, Memo!
The only reason I didn't tell you the truth was because I didn't...
want to speak ill of the dead on Día de Muertos.
Ohhh, I get that...
Do you know how much better the world would be
if men spent less time trying to be macho
and more being as kind and caring as you?
I mean... that definitely would have made middle school
a more positive experience.
There's not one way to be a man, Memo.
To me, a real "macho" is someone who is generous,
always there for his friends
and who makes everyone around them feel better
just by showing up.
Someone just like you...
You mean that?
Yes, my love! That's why I love you.
That's why I choose you.
I choose you, too!
Come here you!
I can't believe this. Why would you ask Dulce?!
Because someone has to do it.
But Dulce just got here this summer!
You can't trust her!
She'll betray you, I swear!
Stop, Máximo.
I'm about to announce the best person for the job as my successor
as Head of Operations.
And I need someone who can make
these kind of difficult decisions when I'm gone.
Well, that's me! I'm that person!
I mean, I wasn't this time!
But I swear I can do it!
Máximo. It's fine if you're not that person.
You can't change who you are.
And you shouldn't.
Put him over there then.
Scram.
Scram to you too.
DO NOT DISTURB!
Why are you dressed like The Saint?
Because...
I have been taking dance classes from Máximo's boss.
The gringa?
Why?
Because...
I started to feel like you and Máximo
didn't need me anymore.
And that made me feel scared.
And outside of work...
it felt like I had no purpose.
And this is really helping with that feeling.
That's awesome.
And weird.
But mostly awesome.
My love, I understand that...
I can't expect you to trust me and confide in me
when I've been keeping secrets of my own.
Remember that girl who crushed me at the debate?
- The preppy girl? - Yes!
Her name is Aida
and I saw her at Julia's opening.
Mom, it was incredible.
She even wrote her number on my arm.
Oh sweetie, that can give you ink poisoning...
That day, we went into the ocean to swim
and her number washed off...
and I wrote it down here.
And I can't call her because I don't have a full number.
And that's why you were off when you saw her at the debate...
Thank you, Don Pablo.
It's your turn.
When Mariano asked me to speak
I have to admit, I was hesitant.
But when he told me it was Don Pablo's request
I thought...
And so here I am,
finally understanding the lesson
Don Pablo tried to teach me over 30 years ago.
About how sometimes the secrets we keep
only hurt the ones we love the most.
And how facing our fears
and sharing our insecurities
can only bring us closer together.
Recently I've been reminded
that those who love you the most
are the ones who want you to stay true to yourself.
Don Pablo
I'm so sorry I stopped being that kid from Arenal Street.
I forgot the Máximo who
had the courage to burst into your office
and beg you for a job.
But I hope
that I can also learn from you, Don Pablo
that it's never too late to make things right.
And that's why I am here
in front of all of you
my Las Colinas family,
to apologize.
To apologize for the mistakes I made in the past
and the ones I've made since.
I hope to finally
learn from you, Don Pablo
that our mistakes do not define us.
And this time
I'm going to take the right lesson with me.
Thank you.
Cheers!