They both led happy and peaceful lives
and were incinerated together.
A NETFLIX SERIES
How will I hold a wake for my Puky?
Who?
Her dog. She was burned with my mom and dad.
Oh no, my Puky, all mixed up with those people.
These are our ashes.
My sister's and brother-in-law's. May they rest in peace.
-God rest their souls. -Amen.
-The wake is for them only. -You're as stubborn as your sister.
-What was your name again? -Augustina Salcido.
-Like our football team's... -Defender, your sister told me.
Not to be nosy, but maybe we should hold a wake
for the dog too.
We can share 100, 150 grams of ashes as a gesture of good will.
We're not slicing ham, Rigo.
-Sorry. -I'm taking my ashes.
Well, Leonor's and Genaro's. May they rest in peace.
-May God rest their souls. -Amen.
-Those ashes are mine too. -No.
Yes. Mine and Puky's.
This whole thing is on you and Puky!
She bit Genaro. He was stuck. My sister tried to help, and they burned!
So no, the ashes are mine!
No, my Puky!
No, it's my Puky!
-Chivis. -My Puky!
Give it time.
Give it time. Come on, let's go.
She's my Puky too.
I'm sorry.
Give it time.
Puky!
Espinoza intervention.
I don't get why that tacky blond wants to hold a wake for her damn dog.
The rich love their pets more than their kids.
Well, whatever.
My sister and brother-in-law deserve the best funeral.
-And we'll give it to them, right? -Hell yeah.
I got a great idea, why don't we...
We'll serve birria, my brother-in-law's favorite.
Birria?
-Isn't that barbecue? -Yeah.
For music, we'll get a jarochotrio. My sister loved those.
-Didn't she prefer mariachi? -Yeah.
They'll play her favorite song.
"Libre" by Manoella Torres.
-She loved it. -That's the one.
"El Querreque." And we'll scatter their ashes at sea.
But they were both terrified of the sea.
After they saw that shark movie, they were...
Blow up that photo. They look great in it.
They hated it.
We'll hold the wake in our barrio.
-Can we use your house, Rigo? -Of course.
Our people prefer be among their own, not a bunch of yuppies.
It's settled.
Just between us,
since when does she know Leo better than we do?
-They hadn't spoken in years. -Mom drew mustaches on her photos.
-She said it made her look better. -True.
Now stop the scheming.
Even when siblings hate each other, they love each other.
Understand?
Yes?
We need to get Puky back.
No, hon. What you need to do is take it easy
and let Agustina bid farewell to her sister and brother-in-law.
He was my best friend, a great guy.
I hired a medium to properly say goodbye to Puky.
We'lldo her favorite activities.
Will we be peeing on my bed?
We'll play fetch.
That was her favorite game.
I'll throw things, and you'll catch them.
Easy.
Then we'll bury her ashes under the Beatriz tree,
which from now on will be called the Pukitriz Tree.
Is that clear?
Good.
So how are we gonna get her ashes?
I'll get it.
I'm here for Brody's jersey, the one my compadre left for me.
He bequeathed it to me in writing while drunk a few years ago. Look.
FOR MY COMPADRE RIGO
Is this Genaro's handwriting?
Sure. Publicly notarized, government stamped, the whole thing.
Sorry to say, but Genaro gave it to me.
If you don't want the dead guy haunting you at night,
you better give it to me.
I see what's going on here.
You're jealous that Genie thought I was his best friend.
Genie?
My advertising agency hired him when he needed it most.
I was there for him in his time of need.
-I was by his side in his darkest hour. -Really?
When Mexico lost to Germany in '98,
to Bulgaria in '94.
-To Argentina in 2006. -No!
Except Mexico vs. USA in 2002, because I flew to the World Cup,
and he couldn't afford it. Never forgave me.
That was a horrible loss.
Why take out Ramón Morales, and replace him with Matador?
Matador of all people? Destroyer of dreams!
-Totally hopeless. -I completely agree.
That was awful.
If you need money for the jersey, don't worry.
I'll send it to your account.
I will accept only because that's what my compadre Genaro,
God rest his soul, would have wanted.
-Fifty will do. -I'll give you five.
-Meet me halfway, 30. -Fine.
That's odd, "insufficient funds."
It's fine. I take promissory notes, vouchers, watches.
Hey, Gis.
Calm down. What happened?
Let me check the accounts.
My accounts were emptied.
Someone maxed out my credit card.
How will I explain this to Silvia?
Especially now that she's devastated over Puky.
That would be terrible news.
Forget the news.
She shops to cope with depression. How will I tell her?
Don't tell your wife anything. I have a guy that will get you quick cash.
He gives me info on all the fights.
-Canelo fights this week. -So what?
He'll win. They always have him fight weak opponents.
This time, he'll lose.
I'll lend you money so you can bet and win back some of your funds.
Thanks a bunch, but I'd rather not risk it.
All right, it's your loss.
Hey, Cata, what's up?
A little help? Open the back door.
That one, please.
Thank you.
-Hey? -All good?
Mrs. Silvia wishes
to speak with you.
Okay.
I need my Puky's ashes.
No can do, ma'am.
When I was locked up, I learned to respect the dead.
Okay.
Plus, I couldn't do that to my sister.
Much less risk my brother-in-law haunting me at night.
You know what? I can't do it.
See? That's why you're poor. No vision.
Where are you taking my Puky?
To a wake for Leonor and Genaro in our old barrio.
You're invited to come.
No, Puky never set foot in a barrio without her booties!
I'll get them!
See? This is why things are the way they are.
I'm so sad for Puky.
I couldn't even take a selfie with her burned body.
Cris, honey.
-How are you holding up? -You really care how I feel?
It's good that Puky died.
How can you say that?
Dear,
it's time you started earning things by the sweat of your brow.
You want me to get a job?
You think I'm that kind of mother?
Of course not.
I need you to convince Pablo to give you my Puky.
But how?
The way I get your dad to do things.
Flirting.
Puky would have wanted this.
I'm, like, so sad.
What's up, Dad?
One sec, I'm checking the stocks.
Diego, we're out of money.
Send Cata to the ATM.
No, Diego.
We're bankrupt.
Our accounts were emptied.
All of them?
Bankrupt, like who?
Like Trump, Luis Miguel, or Azcárraga? They lost assets.
No. Like the Lopezes.
-No. -Yes.
What can I do to help now that we're in a vulnerable class?
You'll take care of Silvia. She can't know about any of this.
And she can't spend any more of our money.
Without shopping therapy, how will she mourn Puky?
I don't know. I don't care.
Please, help me.
You always come up with great ideas.
I've decided to revamp my entire wardrobe.
All my clothes have dog fur.
It all reminds me of Puky.
Cata!
Why must we meet in such an ethnic locale?
We used to live here, so it's where my aunt wants to do the wake.
They're dead. Why torture them by bringing them back here?
Anyway.
You ever hear about how people make out in the park?
What's up, Crista? You never flirt with me.
Fine. Mom wants me to convince you to give me Puky's ashes.
She's gonna hold a seance. And I wanna help my mom.
Besides, elite girls say goodbye to their dead.
Like in Coco.
Yeah.
Hello?
Hi, Neto, this is your accountant. Everything has been resolved.
All the stolen money is back in your account.
You're rich again.
Thanks a million! I can't believe it!
Neto.
-Are you there? -Genie?
Is that you?
Neto, listen to me.
Bro! What's heaven like? Have you met Maradona?
You need to know something about my compadre and the Canelo fight.
You must bet on...
Genie?
What should I do? Genie!
Relax.
I get scared too when I dream about trashy people.
It's okay.
RIGO EVENTS
Quique, come on.
Hurry up, man. Let's go.
Move it. Let's go.
-Yes? -Rigo?
How much can you lend me to bet on Canelo?
Fuck yeah!
Fear not.
I'll bring it over.
We have a cash flow issue.
And I gotta keep my mom from spending.
Not spending money is a whole new concept for my family.
You need to be creative to shop with no money.
Knockoffs are 100 times cheaper than buying originals.
And it gives you the same feeling.
You think Silvia wouldn't notice?
It's all about presentation, like pigweed tacos.
They're expensive at restaurants, but we eat them every day.
I can't drag her into a cheap store.
If Muhammad won't come to the mountain, take mountain to Muhammad.
Ever heard of personal shoppers?
Try getting Silvia an "exclusive" bootleg selection at home.
How? It will all be fake.
If anyone has a talent for selling fake stuff, it's you.
True, but you don't know Silvia.
I'll need the help of an expert.
That one.
And that one.
The one over there.
We carry all brands.
My best clients are rich women who shop at the Sunday street market.
This is how we're gonna trick Mrs. Silvia.
The clothes must match the brand's style
but not look like they're from an old collection.
Slim. Next.
This furry thing.
They must be made in a Vietnam or Thailand sweat shop.
Never China.
Oh yes, I needed some bubbly. Thanks, Cat.
They need a brand-new smell.
A smell I've perfected after many years
of borrowing her clothes
without permission
And lastly, the higher the price,
the easier it is for rich people to buy.
It makes them feel special.
Isn't this a bit different from their usual look?
No.
It's their latest style. Hasn't even hit the catwalks.
Seriously?
Let's see.
It's so expensive.
Then yes, it must be an original.
It suits you well.
It's not her style.
I'll take all of it.
Wrap them all up as a gift for me, please.
Now I just need to trade my SUV for a new Porsche.
Will you accompany me to the dealer after my workout?
Thank you, son.
No.
Mom, can you hear me?
Mom!
Where are you?
Mom, can you hear me?
Is that you, Leo?
Yes!
You must know something about our compadre.
No!
-Don't leave! -No!
-Mom! -Help!
My God.
Leo appeared in my dream last night.
No way, Mom. She would've appeared to me.
I doubt it.
You know full well you weren't her favorite.
She was just jealous of my lighter skin.
She resented you for never calling after you moved to Ciudad Juárez.
Touchy much? Why didn't you call me?
Are you for real? We'd call and you'd hang up.
-No way. -Okay, enough!
Here's the thing, Leo wanted to tell me something about Rigo.
She must've remembered Rigo chasing after her in high school.
And after Tina, Chayo, and the rest of them, right?
-My son! -Fine, Ma. I'll stop.
I get the feeling she doesn't like the funeral you're arranging for her.
Come on, Ma. I know Leo better than anyone.
We shared a room for years. So hurry up and finish those wreaths!
-Okay. -Chop-chop.
Why would Mom want to go in the sea? She couldn't swim.
Exactly. And Dad hated birria. It gave him indigestion.
Leo loved Manoella Torres's "Libre."
It would make her sigh. Right, Mom?
Yes, Son.
They look awful in that picture.
-Is that a mustache on Mom? -Is it?
She does look bad.
Children! Show some respect!
Time to step in and give my parents the wake they'd really want.
You're right.
Oh, my sister.
Why did you appear to Mom and not me?
You never forgave me for stealing your boyfriend.
But tell me, do you want your ashes scattered at sea or not.
What is your last wish?
Give me a sign.
Leo?
Is that how it's gonna be?
You're so resentful, Leonor.
Talk to me, Leo! Say something!
What the hell?
Did you lose weight?
Why, that sneaky...
Excuse me.
Sorry, thing is.
Could you stop with the bell? It used to make Puky nervous.
Smoke we are.
And in the smoke, you'll appear.
I hereby summon Puky's spirit.
Reveal yourself!
Excuse me. Puky and I are allergic to patchouli incense.
Put it out?
Are you talking to the dog or not?
Yes, we want to talk to her.
Hold hands and don't let go, no matter what.
Stolen? Maybe Ernesto took them for coffee.
Don't insult my intelligence.
-Why are you here, Auntie? -To retrieve your parents. And you?
I noticed they weren't in the urn, but I didn't want to upset you.
Let alone with them in there...
at a seance.
I'm giving that witch a piece of my mind.
-No. Auntie, wait... -Shut up.
-I need to explain. -Shut up.
She's here!
I can sense her presence.
Summon her.
Puky, baby, come.
Puky hated her hair in that photo.
She is here!
-Oh no! -Puky!
Puky!
-Puky! -It's Leo.
No, it can't be.
Leonor!
Is Puky with you?
She's right here with me.
Puky!
It'll be a living hell for her to spend eternity with that woman!
Puky, Genaro, and I have a last wish.
Put Puky on!
Leonor, it's Neto. Is Genie there?
I'm here. What's up, Neto?
Cruz Azul beat Pumas 2-0 in playoffs.
What's wrong with you? No one cares about that.
I'd like to score a header like Pelé against Italy at the '70 World Cup.
And I want a Brazilian hair job.
Okay, I want to know what is Puky's last wish.
Puky wants to pee on Crista's bed.
I told you, Mom.
I don't believe that's Puky's last wish.
I want proof!
Puky licked me!
It's gonna be okay.
Don't sweat it, Sis. I'll get you that Brazilian hair job.
They burned to death. Put it out.
No!
CANELO WINS ON ROUND 8!
Canelo won!
It's okay, Dad. We'll get the money back.
Out of the blue I come to you My most beloved lover
I don't care what people say I'm head over heels for you
Hot tamale?
You were the shit, Genaro.
I made my way to your window
I made my way to you
Hot tamale? There's green and red sauce.
Tomás.
Did you spread the word in the barrio about the funeral?
I don't see anyone I know.
Did you get the address wrong?
Of course I told them. I don't know why they didn't show.
But my prison buddies made it out. See?
That's Longhair, Hats, and Baldy.
They're cool. Enjoy yourselves, guys.
Longhair, Hats, Baldy, enjoy yourselves.
Thanks, Hats.
Was the tamale good?
-Real good. -Good, right.
Lorena! Gerardo!
Leonor and Genaro!
Their names were Leonor and Genaro.
Leonor and Genaro!
Why have they left us?
Hail Mary, full of grace and Mother of mercy,
bearer of life, kindness, and hope.
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
Rigo.
What?
Canelo won.
That's great. Congrats.
For real? I listened to you and bet against him.
And why did you listen to me?
-You said he always wins. -Yes, but you said...
Is there a way to ask your connection if anything can be done?
No, Neto. Gambling is like a mistress.
Have fun but never give her everything.
Look.
A memento.
Genie.
You were my compadre's compadre, so now you're my compadre.
And compadres will do you a solid.
Anything for friend.
You're lucky I'm not into blonds.
Relax.
You can pay me back later.
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, and deliver us from evil.
Now Tomás and Pablo will be carrying out
the last wishes of my sister, Leonor, and my brother-in-law, Genaro.
What?
Lob the ball so we get a corner.
It's what Genaro wanted. One, two, three, now.
-No! -What are you doing here!
-Mom? -Why are you here!
Hand her over. I won't let you use Puky to play games.
You're not taking my sister and her husband, witch!
-It's my dog. Your sister's the witch. -Let go!
-Go, Blondie! -Let go!
Oh no.
Thanks to you, I couldn't fulfill my sister's last will.
Now she'll never forgive me.
So what?
Puky won't be able to pee on Crista's bed.
I made up my parents' last wish.
What?
And I made up Puky's.
I can sense their presence!
She is here!
Puky, is that you?
It's Leo.
Is Puky with you?
Yes, she's here with me.
Puky.
I want to score a header goal like Pelé.
And I want a Brazilian hair job.
I want proof.
Puky licked me!
That's the truth, Tina.
We contrived this scheme because you're equally blind.
Sorry, Augustina.
We all want to say goodbye to my parents.
And to Puky.
FUNERAL HOME
They were as important to us as they were to you.
See what you did, Leo?
It would've been easier if you told me your last wish.
That's what you get for not talking to me.
You didn't talk to me, either!
Leonor?
Is that you?
You look blurry.
They don't have a fiber connection yet.
Why didn't you call after you moved to Juárez?
You were furious ever since Rigo hit on me.
He was mine, Tina.
Sure. Yours and all the other girls'.
It was just a little kiss.
I don't care.
You don't hit on your sister's boyfriend.
I was really into him.
I'm sorry, Sis.
That's why I didn't call.
Because I was so ashamed.
And I miss you so much.
I truly regret being so slutty.
Tina, I love you with all my heart, but you really crossed the line.
What can I do for you to forgive me?
You need to look after my family.
Have you forgiven me, then?
Wait, Puky, don't!
-I didn't catch that. -No!
Leonor, are you there?
I ran out of hot water, Leonor.
Leonor! You can't leave me like this.
What are you doing?
Laying down my Puky's ashes.
Under the Pukitriz Tree.
I'm not thirsty, thanks.
It's for Puky. She loved the taste of spring water.
Washing off Leo's ashes was hard.
It was like saying goodbye all over again.
At least you were able to send her off to sea.
That's where the water goes. At least there's that.
You know, Rigo?
After everything that happened, I realized I can't abandon my family.
I'm not returning to Juárez.
Really?
That's excellent news, Tina.
Look, one of my tenants vacated a house nearby.
Stay there
while I help sell your sister's humongous house
and get the money for her kids.
I mean...
that way...
we'll all be closer.
Are you serious?
That's great news. Thanks, Rigo.
-Thank you so much. -Sure.
It's nothing. No need to...
-Finish drying the dishes. -Right.
Over here.
Here, Mom. Give me that.
Careful with that.
That sweet ride is automatic.
What'd I say? Carry it like it's yours.
My Lopezes!
Agustina!
Wow, Agustina.
I'm so glad they're finally going away.
I'm thrilled I won't have to see your Botox face. Thank God.
I don't get how my sister put up with a witch like you for six months.
Goodbye. So long.
Bye, Lopezes!
We'll miss you. Bye!
I never want to see you again.
HOUSE FOR SALE
DEL CIELO COURT
Ernesto!
Did you buy new furniture?
No, Silvia. They're confiscating it.
I was defrauded. We lost everything.
Even the house.
What? No!
You're not taking this. It cost me a fortune.
-Mom, relax. Look. -This is staying.
It's normal for rich people to go bankrupt.
Mike Tyson went bankrupt. Andrés García, twice.
Donald Trump, who became president.
We can move into the Four Seasons while Dad gets our money back, Mom.
There's no getting it back.
Nor can we afford the Four Seasons.
The Sheraton?
Not even a Best Western.
No!
Your life insurance?
I'm not planning on dying.
Load what you can into Joel's car, and that's it.
You mean that thing?
Joel, my suitcases.
Will mine fit?
No!
We're a bit cramped here, but free of uptight blonds.
Good thing you told me to listen to your compadre, Leo.
From now on, we'll live happily in our barrio.
-That's right. -We will. Word.
New neighbors moved in. I'll go meet them to start on the right foot.
-On the right foot! -Right.
Finders keepers.
You should share, Pablito.
Prison taught me to be generous.
Okay, let me cut it.
Hi there.
If you'll excuse me.
-You? -You?
Damn it.
Subtitle translation by: Ana G. González Meade