With mustard, sir?
Going down.
Welcome to Plaza Garibaldi,
land of Tequila, live music, and Mariachi.
Mandatory destination for international tourists.
To your right, Plaza Garibaldi.
Yeah, right? Say what? Do I know English?
But for real, for real, there's no real "chilango"
that hasn't at some point come here to heal a broken heart.
Where was I? This place is lit, but don't get it wrong...
It's also family-friendly.
Although there's always a spring breaker puking on the sidewalk.
I need to get--
I need to get us a refill.
- Yeah, yeah. - And some food!
Yeah. You need some-- Do you need some money?
Thanks.
That thing over there is a shock machine.
And, yes, we do pay money to electrocute ourselves...
It sounds crazy, but it's actually very fun...
What can I say? That's kinda what makes us Mexican.
It's a game where you electrocute yourself, bro.
- Yes, we'll do it like this. - Fucking love Mexico, bro.
- With you! With you! - No, not for me.
Come on! Let's get a shock. Let's get a shock.
No, my belly hurts. I'm no longer fit for that.
No, my wife's forbidden me to do that.
Come on! Come on!
Three bucks. Here.
- Ready. - No, no, no.
- No, no. - Come on.
On the count of one...
- You're terrible. - ...two...
three!
Damn! Shit! More, more, more, more!
- More, more, more! - Fuck!
- Are you okay? - More!
More! More! More!
MIDNIGHT FAMILY
Are you okay, buddy?
Somebody call an ambulance!
Somebody call them! Now!
Give them space!
Oh, my God! Nick!
Jonah! Oh, my God!
- No, don't come close! - Oh, my God!
Easy with your gastritis, bro.
Come on.
You saw the rats, and yet You're eating chips
While I rap 'Cause I do not hear you clap
Fucking Julio Smells like crap
Watch this, bro. I'm learning it.
Every day I'm hustling In my brain, my only muscle and
Take that with the panoramic view
Because I got mind is so different
I like that, I like that I like it
So what? Your English sounds so fucking bad.
Learn the songs, dumbass.
Come on. Give me a beat.
Turn it down, child.
I feel like we're in a seedy bar.
- Yeah, sorry, Dad. - Ramón!
Ramón! Do you copy?
WHERE ARE YOU? DO I PICK YOU UP?
- We're here, dear Carmen. - Three injured men at Plaza Garibaldi.
Repeat. Three injured men at Garibaldi.
We're on our way, dear Carmen.
Let's go, Son.
BASIC FIRST AID
- Hurry, bro. - I'm coming, doctor.
Where to, Ramón? Where to?
There's a shit ton of people, so be careful.
- Yes. - Let's go.
Bro, did you see where the accident was?
- Here, Ramón! - Come!
What the hell?
Are you ok, Dad?
What happened?
I can't, Son.
I twisted my ankle!
Shit. Move it, move it, move it!
- Are you okay? - Thanks, Son.
- I'm okay. - Sure?
Coming through, coming through, coming through! Hurry!
Make way, please! Paramedics!
Move! Move!
- Paramedics coming! - Move aside!
Make way! Make way! Paramedics! Paramedics!
Check, bro. Ask around.
Motherfucker. Does anyone know what happened?
Here! Here! Here! She knows them.
- What happened? - Sir, are you okay?
I don't know. I just-- I got here and--
Easy.
Dad, he's in cardiac arrest. He needs a hospital now.
Easy, easy buddy, alright?
I'll help you out, hold on to me. That's it.
I'll help you. Hold on. Yes.
Does anyone know what happened?
Easy, man, okay? Come on. Come.
I'm a paramedic. I'll help you. Okay?
What's your name?
I can't understand you.
- Shit, do you speak Spanish? - Do something to help them!
Miss, did anyone harm them?
Were you robbed?
Mezcal, drugs?
I don't know what you're saying. I can't understand.
Julio, bring the collars.
Fucking hurry!
No, I just--
I'll be back for you. Okay, miss?
They were playing with the lady's electric shock machine,
- and the three of them got electrocuted. - These fucking tourists.
Stay here. Don't move.
No, no! Don't touch him! Don't touch him, he's electrocuted.
It was that.
How? That shit can't do it. It doesn't make any sense.
That's what the lady said.
It's okay. It was just an electric shock, but we shut down the current.
Go, bro. Go.
- How's it going, Dad? - Come on, Ramón!
Julio!
- Are you okay? - Yes.
Go, bro.
Wait. Wait. One, two, three.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
- Nick! - He's fine. He's fine. He's fine.
They're going to help him.
Okay, miss. Listen, listen. Don't worry.
I need to take your friends away because they need urgent help.
I don't know. I can't understand--
To the hospital. I'll drive to take you over there.
- Yeah. Yeah. - Okay? Hospital. Hospital.
- Let's go. Hurry. - Yes, please!
Please, move! Move! It's an emergency!
- Look! - How are you feeling, sir?
Bad.
- Look, it looks cool. - Focus, bro.
Connect this. Come on.
Then stop the bleeding, okay?
I'm very dizzy. I can't feel my hands.
Hey, is he okay?
Where are we going?
Of course, miss.
Jonah, do you know where they're taking us?
Jonah.
I don't know. You figure it out.
Why does he look so tired? Are you even real doctors?
Dad, you look...
Everything okay, Dad?
Help him.
- No. Let me do it. - Dad, let me do it.
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine... What's wrong?
I'm fine, okay?
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three,
twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven...
CLINIC ALMENDROS
- Look what we've brought you. - Cris, do you have beds available?
We're coming. We'll need a wheelchair.
- Yes, I've got it here. - Good.
Male patient. Age 60.
Cardiac arrest due to electric shock.
He needs urgent treatment, okay?
Male patient.
Age 24.
Burn injuries.
In both arms.
14 GCS.
132 blood pressure.
- Male patient. - He'll be okay, miss.
...thirteen points on the Glasgow scale...
It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
Did you see Nick's arm? What are they gonna do with Nick?
What, bro?
How did you get them to pay for the ride?
- What do you mean? - You can't speak English.
To the hospital I'll drive To take you over there
From a rap I learned, man.
Look.
A tip from the Americans.
Don't say a thing.
It's done. Let's go.
- Are you okay, Dad? - Yeah.
- Let's go get our money, Ramón. - No, I'll do it.
- I need to talk to the doctor. - About what?
I'll tell you later.
- Ramón, they're Americans. They have lots... - Let me handle it.
Now what?
With these patients, you can consider your EG's paid for.
And my blood work?
Oh, man.
You'd need two more rides for that.
But they're Americans.
- So? - They pay in dollars.
Mario, good evening.
- Good evening. - What's going on, Ramón?
Tell your son not to put ideas into your head.
Come on, Ramón. He should pay you.
Besides, if they die, we're so fucked.
Coronary artery bypass graft.
We have no time for that here at the clinic.
But we have other alternatives.
Like what?
Modifying treatments.
Antiarrhythmics.
I have the feeling you're taking me for a fool.
I know how you scam people.
But not you.
You're like family to me.
Listen.
This bottle will last a month.
I'll give it to you in exchange for...
five rides.
You're fucking kidding me. How are we going to eat?
April 28 and 29.
Come on, don't be an ass.
Don't you want a spring wedding?
I'm sure you tell that to every girl you meet.
- But this time I really mean it. - Yeah, shut up.
He proposed a summer wedding to me.
Oh, come on.
Is it my fault that you're all fucking gorgeous?
Oh, shit.
- Give me a minute. - He'll get scolded.
Love, I hope everything's okay. I'm thinking of you.
Okay. They'll scold me and with a reason.
It's your loss and my saving.
One day I'll leave with Crisis, and this time for real.
I swear.
BERNIE I WANT TO SEE YOU
WHERE ARE YOU? I CAN PICK YOU UP I WANT TO SEE YOU
I WENT TO ANOTHER PARTY
What did you do now?
Your tic, man.
When you're nervous, you lick your lips and hurt them.
That's not true. It's the sauce.
Were you sent to detention again or what?
No.
Did you fail a class?
Then, what did you do? What's wrong?
We can all have secrets, can't we?
You had to be a Tamayo.
Wait here.
If those secrets are harming you,
it's better not to keep them, kid.
Trust me.
Look at me.
Breathe in. It's gonna hurt.
I know, I know, I know. I don't want to hear it.
I'm great at giving advice. I just don't give it to myself.
It's happened once, twice, thrice,
and nobody knows where the fucking money is.
We're working here like idiots,
saving these fucking tourists that don't pay a fucking penny.
And this kid should be at school, for fuck's sake.
Get it, man.
We're making an effort. We're fucking giving it all,
and you accept all their fucking bullshit, Ramón.
You should've beat the shit out of him!
How long have we been working for free?
We haven't got a fucking dime, Ramón.
- The desk was closed-- - I don't give a shit about--
- They'll pay later! - When is "later"?
It's too late, Ramón.
Hey, hey. Respect the boss.
Let's go back to work.
Shut up! Go back to your cheerleader.
Defending you.
Well done, buddy. Well done.
- Mind your fucking business. - Get in.
Morning! How are you?
Hi there, Mrs. Josefa. I'm fine. And you?
I'm good. Have a nice day.
You too.
Blasts...
Colloblast...
For fuck's sake!
Marcus!
Dumbass!
Mop the floor, you fucking monkey.
And turn down your fucking noise, I'm studying.
Shit, doctor.
Make some breakfast or something.
Yeah, sure.
Come on!
- Let's go. - Oh, just a bit more.
- No, let's go. Come on. - Just a bit more.
Come on.
Move, move.
Help us, please.
Move, van! Move.
Why are the sirens on, Dad?
These guys aren't in a hurry.
The cops don't stop us because they think we're with patients.
Instead of two corpses.
If I turn the siren off,
thousands of patrols will appear out of nowhere.
Here, take this.
Okay. Our secret.
Yeah. She was pregnant.
You like it a lot.
You fucking love it, girl.
No, I won't drink mezcal ever again. Never, ever, ever.
You said that last weekend.
- Hey, but Chech had to remind me of that. - No, no, no, no.
"Chech"?
- Yeah, that's our nickname now. - Yes, Chech.
- Since when? - Since the party last Friday.
- It was an awesome party. - It was the Saturday one, right?
No, that one was so fucking funny.
I just remember you drinking shot after shot.
One after the other.
And then you were lying in the bathroom, singing...
- Twerk and cry - Shake it, shake it
I can't stop crying I wanna die
But not before giving it all With Don Omar!
It's cool, the Chech thing. Cool, cool.
- Girl, where are you going? - Wait!
You want a nickname too?
What about "Histology genius and prodigy"?
That's a good one.
- It's good, girl. - Yeah.
Which party were you at, Tamayo?
Yeah, girl. Because the bags under your eyes are fucking huge.
No, the bags under your eyes are fucking awesome, girl.
I'm sure you went out with a group you like more. I know.
- Look, it's yummy Dr. Luna. - Who's that?
Hey, Raúl. Good morning.
- Hey. - So, do you wanna grab lunch?
Thanks, but I can't. I have to give a class at another school.
Okay, see you tomorrow, then.
- Yeah. - Bye-bye.
- Shit, Regina. What happened? - What, girl? I don't care.
I keep the eye on the target.
So, shall we study today at the Regi-cave or what?
- Yeah, let's go. - Are you coming?
Yeah, but I'll see you later. I have some stuff to do.
- Come on. - I swear.
- I'm coming. - Alright.
Okay.
You're pathetic
Not only in this situation I'm athletic
I'm all testosterone It ain't no ethic
I can be as cocky as I want Thank God you're a paramedic
Then you can go back home In your ambulance
Anxiety bites me But you're only a bluff
They say this is a battle But you don't look so tough
Gonna ride my ambulance Hear the wheel go puff
I am taking the wheel The road ain't that rough
So you take the wheel That is not so necessary
Newbies like you come and go They always vary
He thinks he's quite a hunk But he looks more like a fairy
But having a pretty face Doesn't make you an adversary
Listen, my man Come on, let's shake our hands
I don't intend to win But my rhymes are gonna land
He's jealous 'cause I was The most handsome boy at school
He's pissed 'cause my lil' sister Said this guy is such a fool
Way to go, partner.
- Congrats, man. - Where's Crisis?
I think she's over there.
Well, don't brag, Mr. Rag.
I'm pretty comfortable
Like dominoes They're falling one by one
Crisis!
I wiped the floor with Mr. Rag.
I've just beat "Rag," baby.
You okay?
What's this?
Two stripes means we scored?
We fucked it up. I'm pregnant.
You're fucking kidding, Crisis.
My love, if we have it...
you're still going to the US with me or not?
I don't want to fucking stay in this country for anything.
My parents and I don't belong here or anywhere.
There's no way I'm staying here.
And who are we in the United States?
It'd be the same, Crisis.
Things will be better there.
Or maybe not.
Different, at least. I...
I don't want to stay here.
And you know it.
I mean, if you leave, I'll go with you. I fucking will.
But I can't do to my family what my mom did to us.
That woman left without saying a thing.
I have to tell my family.
You're okay?
Yeah, it's okay.
You're absolutely right.
We shouldn't be... parents right now, right?
Okay.
What the hell? Did I say something bad?
Crisis! Wait, just give me time.
FUNERAL HOME TORRES
- I wonder what it feels like. - Dying?
Not having a penny to one's name.
- Did he have a family? - Yes...
but they couldn't even afford the hearse.
Thanks for giving me a hand and driving them here.
For so little money.
That's what friends are for, Chemo.
What's wrong?
Can I help you?
I'm just trying to buy a badass siren for the ambulance.
Great. The ones that sound like this?
No, those are American. This one sounds like...
You know.
If you'd like to help around in the mornings,
you're more than welcome.
Also, if you wanna tell me the truth...
Let's go.
HOLY WATER DRINKING WATER
You look like you went out for a run.
You're all sweaty.
It's hot outside.
Didn't you say you were hungry?
It smells weird in here, don't you think?
- Don't you think it smells like... - The corpses?
No.
It might be the chorizo.
It has a strong smell.
It's good.
Dad, can the spirits of the dead get stuck in here?
Maybe they're stuck on the roof.
And that's why they can't go to heaven.
And that's why their smell lingers.
Listen...
If you're so worried about it,
we're gonna clean the ambulance with holy water.
To get rid of the bad vibes.
Okay.
For sure, there are things you enjoy way more when they're secret.
Doctor Raúl.
It's pretty dope to know they belong to you, and you only.
Isn't it?
He likes you.
What?
Your friend.
No, man. That's lame. No.
Today it's you and me, yeah?
Bring the stuff.
Come on.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Dad!
- There's no holy water left! - What?
There's no holy...
Pour...
three drops of chlorine and two of holy water.
Then the spirits will go straight to heaven.
Girl, you came!
- I said I'd come. - You always say so.
Fucking Regina. Stop it, girl.
Come in.
- Are you leaving? - Yeah.
Come, I want to show you the room that just became available.
Maybe you'll want it.
Sounds good.
Looks like it's taken.
- How are you? - Good, and you?
- Weren't we going to study? - And cure the hangover.
Marigaby, to what do we owe the honor?
What's up?
Hey, don't you want a beer?
- No, I'm fine. - Sure?
Sure.
Do you have coffee?
- Coffee, girl? - Coffee, girl.
- We always have some in the kitchen. - Great.
There's always coffee in the kitchen.
Yes, and my...
I'm so happy to see you, girl.
I'm super happy to see you, boy.
You didn't tell me you loved to dance.
What can I say?
- I'm a strange Spanish specimen. - Come on.
Seriously?
I barely have time.
I have to go and do some stuff with my family later.
What stuff?
Work, errands...
Things aren't easy at home.
Can I help?
No, thanks.
But you know what?
What I do want is to relax,
disconnect,
have fun.
Just like you, right there.
You looked super busy.
Well, I'm here now.
Do you want some?
Perfect.
Let's do this.
Well... cheers.
Cheers.
- What you were doing there... - Uh-huh?
That's not dancing.
Excuse me?
- That's not dancing. - But you've seen me.
That's not dancing. I'll teach you.
- You'll teach me how to dance? - Or are you scared?
I'm not afraid.
- Okay, shall we? - Okay. Let's go.
Shit, I'm a fucking artist.
It's fucking hideous.
At least someone in this family is talented.
That's witchcraft, isn't it?
Hey.
We'll never fucking do it again. It's to get a job.
Besides, you cleaned the ambulance with holy water, didn't you?
We're protected.
- Light it, bro. - Why?
Let's ask the devil for a favor.
That's it.
Devil, oh devil, come, be evil.
Help us out. Let someone be in peril.
Oh, shit.
Now you extinguish it with holy water.
A shit ton of small accidents.
A shit ton of dough, and everyone's safe.
Put it out.
What if it's not holy water?
Don't even say that. Why wouldn't it be?
Sanctify yourself.
What's up, Dad?
Hi, dear!
Hey, are you doing a ritual or what?
Sis, I can smell you from here. Somebody had a good time.
You may need a mint, sis.
Come on, you little shit!
See, bro? I told you.
Bless the devil, man!
We've got an emergency...
Suck this, motherfuckers!
Let's go, Ramón!
Step aside And let me through
I'm a paramedic Not a criminal
Ramón, you missed the exit.
Ramón?
Ramón!
What the hell?
- What's going on? - What is it?
What's happening?
Shit.
What the hell?
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Ramón!
Fuck, Ramón!
He's not reacting. He's having a fucking heart attack.
Help me get him down.
What is it?
Prepare the stretcher.
- Are you okay? You alright? - Ramón! Help!
We need help!
- Shit, Marigaby! Help me! - I'm coming!
The stretcher! Coming.
Hold on.
The stretcher, Julio!
Bring the stretcher now! I got him. I got him.
Wait here.
- The stretcher, for fuck's sake! - Fuck! Ramón!
Help me! Help me! Julio!
Shit.
Lower it! Put it down! Put it down!
- Help! - Faster!
All right. Come on, Ramón.
Okay.
- Come on! - One...
two...
three...
- Let's move. - Let's go.
Let's get him up on the count of three.
- One... two... - One... two...
Push him! Push him! Okay.
Water.
Let's fucking go! Thanks!
Thanks! Get in, Julio! Get in.
- Let's fucking go. - Let's go.
White van! Please, move!
Please, move! It's an emergency!
Help me. Get the oxygen and give it all to him. Okay?
Go!
Go, Julio!
Is he awake?
Arrange everything so I can carry out the cannulation. Okay, Julio?
Let's go to the Central Hospital.
No fucking way! It's too far away.
I said we're going to the Central Hospital.
Please, red car! Move! We have an emergency!
Text this number and tell them my dad is having a heart attack.
- Shit. A heart attack. - Do it, for fuck's sake!
- Please! Please! Move! - Come on, Dad. You'll be okay.
You'll be okay.
Come on, Dad. All right?
I revived his pulse.
You're gonna be ok.
Quick!
Ramón!
Easy. You'll be okay, Dad. We're at the hospital. Okay?
Easy.
Hey!
Calm down.
What happened to him?
I've just revived his pulse. He's got 60, 40, and 50 bpm.
For how long was he in cardiac arrest?
For about 10 minutes or so.
Let us handle this.
This was my fucking fault for summoning the devil.
No, it was my fault
for drinking the holy water without telling anyone.
What?
I drank it after playing soccer with the kids at the funeral home.
Funeral home?
- For the medicine... - What medicine, Julio?
You already knew his heart was not okay?
He told me it was our secret. That it'd be alright.
No, man. Families don't keep secrets.
Julio, you have to tell those things.
It doesn't matter that you made a promise.
Do you understand this is a matter of life and death
and we could've prevented it?
He'll be okay?
Yes, man. His name is Ramón Tamayo, right?
Sorry.
Who are you calling?
- Your mom. - Fuck that. Are you serious?
Why the fuck are you calling Leticia?
- She doesn't give a fuck. - It's her responsibility.
No, it isn't.
It hasn't been her responsibility for the last 3 years.
She doesn't care about us.
She does care about us.
She told my dad she'd help out with money if I went to live with her,
but I got spooked and bailed.
When the hell did you see her, Julio?
And why didn't you tell us?
Man, she has no shame. I mean--
There's news of dad.
Hey.
How bad is it?
Your dad had a ventricular fibrillation.
He has a chronic heart disease.
We managed to stabilize him, but it wasn't easy.
- Do you follow me? - Yeah, yeah.
He needs to be admitted into the cardiology department.
Does he have insurance?
No.
He needs a surgery. There's no option, is there?
He needs a catheterization.
After that, we'll know if he needs a bypass.
He's got an advanced and severe atherosclerosis.
It's not cheap and...
I don't know how long it'll take to schedule his surgery
if we manage to sign him up for the National Insurance.
What can we do in the meantime?
We'll prescribe anticoagulants and nitroglycerin for the time being.
But it's a high-risk surgery.
Another angina event or another heart attack can happen
even with the slightest activity.
Strict bed rest.
Okay. Okay.
I'm sorry. I wish I could do more for you, but I'm not a cardiologist.
Thanks for giving us a hand.
But...
he'll live, right?
I can't promise you anything.
Although... secrets ain't the problem.
The issue is thinking the other person can't handle the truth,
that you aren't ready to let choices be made for you.
And for real...
I don't know if we're ready to be without my dad.