-Good morning, Sir. -Chumpi.
-What? -Careful.
-Respect. Thanks, Carlitos. -Go ahead, sir.
Good morning, Carlitos.
Did you like the playlist I sent? Or was it too dark?
Coffee for me too, please.
-What's with the faces? -We haven't slept. Thanks, Carlitos.
At all.
All night we heard "boom." Not even "boom," more like...
-More like... -Chumpi, stop!
No, you...
-Weren't you complaining? -Yes, I was.
-Who was it? -Who?
Good morning.
-Damn brother-in-law. -Fede.
Leave it, man.
Who were you with? We couldn't sleep a wink.
I wish, brother-in-law.
If not you, then who?
My mom?
-No. -Yes.
Gross. No.
Ding, ding, ding! Mom's fucking.
-Stop, Rafaela. -Man!
What did you think, assholes? She brought that guy to mow the lawn?
-Stop! -Stop!
So what if mom's fucking? Maybe it'll chill her out.
Orgasms do wonders. Right, brother-in-law?
If you need a map, I can draw one.
Me? No need.
I know all the ways
to get approval from my love.
Can we stop talking about this while we eat?
No orgasm talk at breakfast?
It's not funny to talk about mom, well...
-Fucking? -Yes, dude, fucking.
Fucking a stranger on the weekend we're laying dad's ashes to rest.
-You agree, right? -Yes.
Jealous.
What?
Sorry, I choked on a hard totopo.
Brother-in-law, I'll kick you off the polo team.
Look.
Have some bread to make you feel better. Go on.
What a bore.
Misfortune
Darling, you're making me fall down!
I'm drowning, princess.
-Breathe. -I tried, but I can't.
Do I have a booger?
Good morning!
-Good morning, mother-in-law. -What a lovely day.
Not a cloud in the sky.
You're pretty as a picture.
What a nice place you brought me to.
Wait, there's more.
Very nice, indeed.
What's up? Good morning.
Your Majesty.
Your Royal Highness of Culiacán.
-Shrimp King. Good morning. -Prince.
-Please. -No, please.
Darling!
Not going to say anything?
-What can I do? -I don't know. Something.
Who is that?
Never seen a helicopter?
Thanks.
-Carlitos, how are you? -Welcome, sir.
Little brother! We're here!
Hi.
-Ine. Chumpi. Hey! -Hi, Andres.
What's up?
Fede! Federico.
Honey, it's one thing to have Andres over. It's another if he brings friends.
-This isn't a party. -Mom, think about what you just said.
Hi, Camila!
-Hi. -Little brother.
Little brother!
-How are you, man? -Good, you?
Marie Claire.
Hi.
She was saying she hasn't been to Mexico for years,
so I wanted to bring her to paradise.
-Welcome. Anything you need, just ask. -Thanks.
Hey, Fede, do you have a second?
-May I? -Of course.
"No man ever apologized
"for explaining incorrectly things I know and they don't."
It's good.
Rafaela.
-Marie Claire. -A pleasure.
Nice to meet you.
-Hi. -Hi.
Nothing, man. Nothing.
It took so long to get us out of the elevator.
We started talking, and you know,
it was like we'd always been friends.
It was my chance to say, "Harry, dude,
"if you really love her, you must do everything for her."
So he looks at me seriously and says...
-Shut up. -"Thanks, Michi.
And there it is. Now they live happily ever after.
I don't miss. Not one. Not one.
-Let's see... -And then?
Don't be a prick. You always leave a cliff-hanger.
Darling, stop going on about it.
We must do everything for love, son-in-law.
Even the impossible. Cheers.
Whose cousin are you? I forgot.
-Constanza. -The Greek girl?
Weird. I thought she had no cousins.
-Constanza, the... -The fat one.
I went to Santorini with the whole family...
-I didn't see you. -Crazy.
-Yes. -It's not the Greek Constanza.
It's the Dutch Constanza, second cousin of the Crown Prince of Norway,
whose second wife was Delfina de Braganza, niece of Philippe of Belgium.
They spend summers in Normandy because the Greek islands are awful
and unbearably crowded.
-You've been there, right? -Hard to keep track
of these European families...
-No. -So complicated.
That's it.
-Come on, your turn. -I was just coming. Great timing.
-Let's see. -Let's see.
Here. That's it. Just so.
-This leg in front? -That's right.
-Are they done? -Hold this.
-Wait. -That's the way.
Okay.
-The key... -Yes.
Well done!
Thanks.
No. It's my turn.
Yes, she's good. I saw her.
-No way! -Yes!
-Who's the boss? -Very good.
-Who's the boss? Who? -Okay.
-It was practice. -Practice!
Let's play again in teams. Okay?
-Are we playing for real now? -Cool. Chumpi!
-Come on, Chumpi! -Hey.
-Okay, so... -Coming.
-I'll go first. -Ready to win, Chumpi?
-What's up? -Foot went to sleep.
You two. You're with me, beautiful.
-What? -I was going to go with Fede, I think.
Andrew, I'm sorry. I'm with your girlfriend, today.
Seriously, man?
-Well, I'm next though, okay? -You're next.
Obviously.
I'm not his girlfriend.
Sorry.
-How are we going to beat your sister? -No, listen.
-She always goes for the kill. -Okay.
Leave it all to me.
-You sure? -Fuck yes.
Fede, you dropped these.
They're yours.
Gently, Fede.
Yes!
You can do it, honey!
Sorry, dude. What's up? Can't concentrate today?
Don't get excited. We're just starting.
-My turn. -My love!
For fuck's sake, Chumpi! Take it seriously, please.
I have one arm longer than the other.
-Now with my left. -No excuses!
You'll see, with my left...
-Come on! -Let's see what you learned.
Shame you picked Fede because I always win.
Give me some space, please.
Come on, babe. Come on.
Come on! Come on.
Come on, team.
Go! Come on!
Victory!
Oh, my God!
I called victory ahead of time.
-You okay? -You okay, love?
-Yes, perfect. -Yes, I'm fine.
Oh, my goodness.
I'm fine.
Are you okay?
Fede?
-Fede! -Shit.
Fede.
Go! I don't want to talk.
Sorry, I thought you were...
Come in.
Sorry. I brought you this. I feel bad.
I'm really sorry. Are you okay?
Yes.
Well, I don't know. I don't know. I'm not okay.
A shitty day... or week. This whole month has been shit.
May I?
Yes.
Complain if you want. I won't tell anyone.
I don't know what's wrong.
Dad hasn't even been dead two months. We're literally here to scatter his ashes.
And it's like she's forgotten him. I mean...
My dad wasn't the best guy ever, but...
But he was your dad.
It took her two seconds to find that idiot.
Sorry. I'm telling you about all my family drama.
Did you try talking to her?
Talking?
You can't talk to that woman.
You could try. I don't think you want to lose her, too.
I don't know where to start.
Well...
You could start by saying that...
You can tell her what you think of that guy.
And how it makes you feel.
Someone once told me that
if you speak from the heart, your words end up in the right place.
Well...
I can leave you this.
Okay.
-Sorry. -I'm okay.
-No, really. Sorry. -I swear I'm fine.
Do you know what would help? Putting some heat on it now.
I'm going to the hot tub. Join me if you want.
-Think about it. -Sounds good.
See you tonight.
Hey, thanks.
Hey, beautiful.
-I finally found you. -Were you looking for me?
Yes, I've been looking everywhere for half an hour.
I have an idea.
Why don't we put on our bathing suits
and drink this bottle of wine together?
How can I say this?
-We have great chemistry. -Yes.
-Right? I feel the same.
But like siblings.
Okay.
Marie Claire, if you let me kiss you, you'll realize we're not like siblings.
It'll be an awesome kiss. A kiss...
It would be a bit awkward,
but I've always wanted a brother.
Hey, it's a good thing!
Cheer up.
There. There.
There?
-There. -Is that good?
There.
No.
-There. -That good?
-Yes, there. -There?
Dinner.
Hi.
Good evening. Mom!
Can we talk?
Alone.
Michi, give us a moment.
Yeah, sure.
What? Rough night?
Yeah.
You and me both.
I doubt yours was worse than mine.
Why? What happened? Want to talk?
No.
Yes.
Tell me what happened.
You know what Marie Claire said?
-What? -That she sees me as a brother.
-Like her fucking brother. -Harsh, right?
You hit it off at the party.
Didn't we? I thought there was something there.
Am I wrong? Or am I just a dumbass?
Don't ever say that.
The thing is...
That girl has a certain magnetism, right?
Your belly hurts when you look at her.
Yes, that's just how I feel. Right here. I feel it here.
You'd like to guess her favorite color.
Wake up with her, make her breakfast.
Buy a dog to walk together.
Yes. All that. I want all that with her.
And you know what's weird?
I just met her and I think I love her.
Things that come from the heart always end up in the right place.
Mom...
Tomorrow is dad's funeral.
And I know everyone deals with things differently,
and that this could be, I don't know, liberating for you in a way.
But you're not thinking about how we're dealing with it.
All this just seems crazy.
I think you've lost your mind.
I mean, I don't trust him.
-I'm worried he wants-- -No, no. Look.
First of all, you have nothing to worry about.
I can take care of myself. The last thing I want is to hurt you all.
But this is my house, Fede. I'm a grown woman, I have needs...
Mom! Mom, please.
-Please. -Stop.
You wanted to talk.
-Like adults. Well? -Yes, but spare me the details.
Very well.
Tomorrow, you won't see him at all.
I promise.
Happy?
Yes.
Can I tell you a secret?
I've seen her getting close to Fede.
And he's your friend.
I don't know, bro, but you don't do that.
One thing.
In my book, when you really like someone,
really like them,
friends should respect that.
Respect. If not, it's over.
So, go and talk to Fede
and tell him to leave her alone.
Simple as that.
Yes.
Talk to him.
Thanks, Michi. Thanks.
That's the last time we take the car.
Hi, everything okay?
-Good evening. -Good evening. You okay?
Want a drink?
-Fede, stop. -Wow.
You can't always have everything.
-But... -It's my turn, dick.
What are you talking about?
Marie Claire, asshole.
I'm 99.5% sure I love her.
Not 100%, because we just met.
But when I see her, I feel something deep inside
and I want... I want to...
I want to walk dogs with her, you know?
Do it.
Don't hit on her, because she's the love of my life.
I won't hit on her, all right?
I love you, man.
Okay.
Good morning.
-Good morning. -You look beautiful.
We need to talk.
-Yes? -I was thinking...
Today is a very sensitive day for the family.
I think, for everyone's peace of mind, it would be better if they didn't see you.
Just for today.
Yes, of course. Sure.
I understand, obviously. It's very personal.
It's not my place. Don't worry. I'll wait for you.
Fede said something.
Things that come from the heart
always end up in the right place.
I don't know, it got me thinking.
Where's all this coming from?
Maybe we're going too fast.
-This isn't me, Michi. -Me, neither.
But we had fun. We had a good time.
Never mind. Listen.
Who is who here?
Who is anyone to tell us who we should be?
Who can judge what we do? We...
We make our own decisions. No more judgment.
We're happy. We're okay. We're here today.
-Yes. -We're us.
-Tomorrow doesn't exist. -I know.
But today I must be with my family.
Hi, honey!
Go ahead, take it.
"Things that come from the heart always end up in the right place."
What are you talking about?
I wrote that sentence in a letter to you when I was 16.
No, I don't remember.
You're so fake.
Julio, let me pass. I need to get my motorcycle.
Camila is a smart woman.
Sooner or later,
she'll realize you're only good for one thing.
If you'll excuse me...
Julio, no! What are you doing? Let go!
I hope you have a great time. Lots of fun.
Julio! Open the fucking door! Julio!
-Sure? I don't want to have an accident. -I checked them.
-I can't put more... -The back one?
Yes.
And here? The brakes?
Perfect. I put the fluid in myself.
-Thanks. -You'll be fine.
No, no. I assure you.
What's the matter, Fede?
Let's see. Your grandfather was a biker.
So was your dad. For you, it's a just matter of wanting to be one.
-Do you want to or not? -I do.
So get on the goddamn bike, then!
Julio! Open the fucking door!
Julio, open it!
You coming? We're at the bike venue.
-Remember when you fell down the cliff? -No.
Damn, how can you not remember?
It had rained.
We were on our bikes and we came across some mud.
Dad went first, then me,
but you froze.
So our dad, always so patient and understanding,
started shouting, "Grow a pair!"
Fucking hell.
You ended up rolling down the cliff and you stayed there,
curled up in a ball without moving. Crying and crying.
I had to carry you back on my bike. Don't you remember?
Rafaela rescued the prince. Like always.
How sad that even today you can't take things seriously.
It was a joke.
Why do you have to be so cruel? You're just like dad.
Let's go!
Have they been gone long?
I don't think you'll catch up, miss.
Where's that son of a bitch?
-The boss? -What?
He died, miss.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Wow! Everything looks great.
Juanita, Rosita, good afternoon.
The kitchen was always a place for miracles.
I wanted to be a chef, Carlos.
You...
You wanted lots of things, but you're nothing.
You're a liar.
You're manipulative.
-You have no balls. -What about you?
A heartless snake. A bitch in sheep's clothing.
Why are you so violent?
So violent. It's not right.
We should talk like adults.
-So, let's talk. -Be civil.
-No way. -Okay?
Okay.
Don't you dare.
You didn't blow out the candles.
I've spent my whole fucking life trying to forget you!
Enough!
You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me!
Where are you? Where?
I'm here.
Fuck!
You're like a stone. No heart.
I taught you what you know about love.
Julio, you don't know me, anymore.
How will anyone love you if you don't love yourself?
You only know how to hurt people, Victoria.
My name isn't fucking Victoria!
I'm Marie Claire.
My dad would bring me here as a girl.
He really liked the river because...
for him, staying still was like being dead.
Darling...
Your brother...
Thanks, Mom.
Thanks, Rafaela,
but he wouldn't have wanted us to talk about the past.
My dad
was a man who was always one step ahead.
Always looking to the future.
And the best way to honor him
is to keep going.
Work hard every day.
Look for ways to reinvent ourselves.
Innovate.
Dad taught us to do things even if they scared us.
If we were scared of falling or...
Or scared
of getting back on the bike.
My dad wasn't the most loving man in the world.
But he loved us. And that's how we should remember him.
Thank you.
Please.
Full house of queens. What a good hand.
But...
Four of a kind, nines.
A promise is a promise, Carlos. I'm taking the Château Margaux.
Gentlemen, we're leaving. Enjoy your evening. Excuse me.
Don't be sad, boss.
Pedro was always really bad at poker.
Your dad loved to bluff.
And the raspberry tart?
There was an accident in the kitchen, ma'am.
The gringo knew he had a bad hand, of course.
And he went for it.
He said, "If you lose, you have to cross the Reforma
-"completely naked." -No!
-And he lost! -No!
I remember when he got his pilot's license.
He didn't earn it.
-He bought it, dear. -Yes.
Well, the thing was,
he insisted on taking us to Acapulco in his plane.
As we were arriving,
he realized he'd forgotten to put enough gas in.
So we ended up landing on the 14th hole of the golf course.
If it hadn't been for the bunker,
we'd all have drowned in the lake.
Sorry.
Sorry, what I meant was your father always made us laugh.
You remind me so much of him.
Yes, because we're a mess.
No, of course not.
Don't worry, Auntie.
I know that story by heart. My dad was a disaster.
Then he lost everything in the Galleon fund.
After that, he flew a plane while drunk and got both himself and mom killed.
-The end. -Balbi.
No.
It was him, Julián. Not me.
Him.
Sorry. You know how she gets when she's drunk.
You can carry on talking about my dad. After all, we're even.
They're both dead.
Excuse me.
Their parents lost all their money
in an investment fund that turned out to be a fraud.
The whole scam made international news.
A fuckload of our friends lost their money, too.
Poor things.
-Are you okay? -Yes, sorry.
Hey.
What's up?
-Yes, no, sorry. -What's wrong?
I feel a bit sick.
-I'm going to bed. -I'll go with you.
No, I can go by myself.
Marie Claire.
To Federico!
Cheers!
-Cheers. -Cheers.
What's wrong?
Hey, what's wrong?
Why are you crying?
In this family, if you make a mistake, they crucify you.
They're all phonies.
All this time, they have brushed us aside.
First, for something that wasn't our fault.
And second, it was 15 years ago.
Sorry about what happened at dinner.
I had a...
A memory.
I'm coming out of a complicated relationship.
I get it. It's the story of my life.
Toxic people.
How did you get out of there?
By traveling, really.
I went from Morocco to Iceland.
What was your favorite place?
Tuscany.
Because I found myself there.
I met the love of my life.
Art.
It's not easy being me.
Yes, I'm an Urquiza.
I'm important and pretty.
But I'm also strong and smart.
And much more than they all think.
Or not.
Maybe not.
Maybe I'm just shallow and good for nothing.
Just like my dad.
Want to know the loveliest thing?
An old couple I met there became surrogate grandparents.
They taught me to take things slowly, to live more authentically.
Not sure why I'm telling you. How embarrassing!
I think
it's funny how a complete stranger can change your life.
Sometimes it happens.
You're a warrior.
There's nothing wrong with knowing what you want.
And you know exactly what you want. That's worth a lot.
That's right.
I know what I want.
But everyone is so busy looking at Fede that I'm invisible.
I'm tired of it.
Now, they'll all see me.
Sometimes it's like I can't find my way.
Like I'm just being dragged along. You know?
But sometimes,
I end up exactly where I should be.
Don't make any noise
because what I'm going to do might scare you.
-But you'll like it. -But...
Honey, I was...
Michi?