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Take their order.
-Excuse me! Hey, buddy! -Just a minute, back in a flash.
-Excuse me. -I got you.
OTÁVIO'S BAR BITES & DRINKS
-Can we get service? -Be right there. On my way.
-Hi there, welcome. How are you? Hello. -Hi. Thank you.
What's up? Uh, can I get this feijoada right here,
but with all the fixings?
Feijoada with everything, good choice. Specialty of the house.
Yeah, but it says it has orange slices.
Could you leave off the orange because I don't think they belong on feijoada.
No, they belong. Feijoada with everything has orange.
But we'll get rid it!
And no sausage.
-No sausage for your feijoada? -And get rid of the pork, right, babe?
It's better without the pork.
It's up to you, fine…
You'll have a feijoada with everything that has absolutely nothing, right?
Which leaves you with some shitty bean broth. But okay, no problem.
-I really appreciate it. Make it quick. -Hey, Smiley!
Give me a hand over there, will you?
That's three times I made you employee of the month and you leave me in the lurch?
I won 'cause I'm the only employee here, boss. There's nobody else.
There's Mariana, too.
Hey! How come Mariana is never here?
-She's on her lunch break. -Ugh!
-Boss. -Yeah?
Mariana is on her lunch break now.
She told me already. I'm not hard of hearing. Come on!
Dad?
Oh, sweetie.
I was watching you do your scales.
The way you hold the bow, the way you lean your head…
You remind me of your mother.
I miss her a bit less whenever I'm playing.
You're just as talented as she was.
Thanks, Dad.
But you gotta come downstairs, we're in the middle of a rush.
But I'm rehearsing for that important audition for the Paris Conservatory.
Still, your lunch break's over, isn't it, sweetie?
-Did you even eat? -Of course I did.
So. Back at it!
Work comes first, fun comes after.
Music will be my work, Dad.
No, of course. That's right.
But honey, for now, we've got lunch to serve. Let's go.
Let's go.
-Ah! -Whoops! Apron!
Almost forgot.
Check out the moves!
All right. Mariana's here.
-Hey, Joana. -Hi.
Did you have any food?
This check's going to table 2.
-Go! Go! Go! -Go! Go! Go!
Have a sandwich. Eat while you work.
Thanks, Joana.
Hey, Dad?
What is it, honey?
How come Felipinho doesn't have to work?
No, he's just… he's working on his dance moves
Because he wants to make some money on that TokTok, TookTook.
You want to be a musician, he wants to be a dancer.
So, I see. He gets to have only the best part.
Take it up with his mother.
And I don't agree that he gets to do whatever he wants.
You'll see. If you wanna do well in life, you'll find a real job and make money.
ALMOST FAMILY
Hey, Vinicius, your team's not looking so good, huh?
Good morning! Good morning, Dad!
-Morning. What's gotten into this girl? -Morning, Smiley!
Do I see Mariana looking happy to come downstairs to work?
Because I am happy, Dad.
But super nervous about my audition. I want it to be perfect.
-When's it happening? -Friday.
-For a panel.
-Mm! -But the public can go.
And you've got to be there, I have a special reason.
What's the reason?
A surprise. You'll find out when you get there.
But it's very, very, very important for me that you're there.
I promise to be there.
Thank you, Papa.
Where the heck is Otávio? They're about to start.
Bravo, Mariana!
Mari!
Woo-hoo!
But Mariana, I tried my hardest. The bar was so crowded.
Forget it. No point in apologizing. I just wanna be left alone.
But the most important thing is you got what you wanted, right, honey?
But is it important for you? Doesn't seem like you're cheering for me.
Mariana, I've always been supportive.
Then why couldn't you get there to cheer me on?
I tried, Mariana, but--
All right, Dad.
Okay.
I know you tried.
And the important thing is that I made it, right?
So, it's time to for you to find someone
to replace me at the bar, because I'm going to Paris.
Just like that?
You go off to Paris, and… you're gonna…
drop everything we've built together? It's that simple for you?
I'm following my dream, Dad.
Yes, but you got the chance to dream because you had food,
a roof over your head, a good school…
It was this bar that gave you that.
A bar… that would be yours one day.
Something that you could expand, build into a franchise.
But now you've made up your mind to… throw it away.
-I'm not throwing away anything! -You're throwing it away!
How can I throw it away? The bar is your dream.
And I want to chase mine.
My dream is music,
and I managed to get into one of the best music schools in the world.
Okay, Dad. Give me a little space.
I've got stuff to do 'cause I leave in two weeks.
Leaving for Paris in just two weeks?
Yeah.
Well, that's fine, Mariana. Go…
Pursue those dreams!
Sure.
But when your dreams fall apart…
it'll be on you.
Not on me.
Okay, Dad.
-See ya. -Bye, Felipinho.
-Go for it. -For sure.
Bye.
Thank you.
Bye, Joana.
Honey…
I'll call you.
I love you, Dad.
Otávio…
3 YEARS LATER
Joana!
Mariana!
-What's going on? -My baby's coming home.
-Ah! She's coming home! -She's coming home.
Ah! How wonderful!
This could be a chance for the two of you to reconnect.
What if she's coming home to stay now?
You think she wants that?
She must be lonely over there without us.
And my beans! I'm sure she's dying to taste them again.
Yeah, of course. But baby, you can't forget to support her dreams!
Not the dreams you want for her.
I, uh, from now on…
I-I'll support 100% whatever my baby girl wants.
-Okay. Yes! That's it! -Whatever will keep her with us.
Anything, anything.
Baby, thank you!
Sweetie!
-You look lovely. -Thanks, Dad.
-Mari! -Joana!
I really missed you! You look amazing.
-I missed you too. Thanks. -Bring it in. What's up?
Check out the bar, honey!
Look up, over the door.
SOARE'S BAR & GASTRONOMY
-You changed the name? -It has the family name now.
See the decorations we put up for you?
WELCOME MARI
She's here!
What do you think, Mariana?
-Isn't your bar beautiful? -Thanks, Dad.
Gorgeous, no? We upgraded over here.
The bar isn't mine. It's still yours.
Ours. It's our bar, right, dear?
Hey! I set up a stage.
When you're working and feel like performing,
get on stage, grab the violin and da-da-da!
Uh, listen. Before anything else, I have an announcement I'd like to make.
Your father is desperate for news, okay?
And no matter what it is, whatever,
I promise you my support is total.
Total.
In Paris, I…
In Paris I fell in love.
Mm.
And I'm getting married!
Mm!
His name is Miguel.
Miguel? What's Miguel in French? Must be "Migoo."
He's not from France, Dad.
He's Argentinian.
-Oh, God in Heaven. -Ah!
That's fantastic!
Hit it! Tango!
I'm just so happy!
Hang on, let me see if I've got this straight.
You're marrying an Argentinian guy named Miguel, is that it?
-Yeah. -You'll go there and stay there forever?
No, not exactly. I want us all to go over there first, as a family.
Miguel's parents own a hotel in Bariloche.
That's just great.
And they invited our family over so we can become friends.
-Friends. -One of the prettiest cities in Argentina.
The food is amazing, and you'll get to see snow for the first time.
-I've seen plenty of snow in the freezer. -Dad, this is important to me.
-You know, boss… -Yeah?
…if you're worried about the bar, it'll be fine.
I'll take care of it. Everyone knows me.
Who told them to play tango? What's with the tango?
Are you making fun of me?
-Oh boy, I'm gonna… -Time to celebrate. Let's celebrate.
Been so long since I had homemade feijoada.
-Where are the plates? -Mariana, Look.
-Bring it there. -I'm queasy…
-Ooh! Where am I? -I'll help you.
Smiley, are there plates there?
-Oh God. -Dad, seriously?
Oh dear, no. I'm fine. I'm just looking… Oh God.
Chill out.
There's no way I'm flying all of us down to Argentina!
You wanna see Argentinians? Drive to Búzios.
Otávio, we bought all the tickets on miles.
Yeah, Dad. I think you should listen to Joana.
It's cheaper for us to go to Bariloche than to Búzios.
No, I'm staying right here.
I absolutely refuse to go anywhere.
Ladies and gentlemen…
I gotta say, I still can't understand how you were able to persuade me
to step foot on this plane.
I wouldn't eat this if I were you.
Look. Is this supposed to be ham or rubber? For the love of God.
-Come on, Dad. -"Food'll be incredible in Argentina."
Wow! Amazing start, huh? Hey, I have an idea.
What if I track down a penguin and make a cool video?
It might… even go viral.
-Sure, you never know. -I guess he's got altitude sickness.
There's something I want to tell you, sweetie.
It still hasn't quite…
sunk in that you're about to get married.
I can't believe it.
But like I promised, your father is going to support you in all your decisions.
Thank you, Dad.
Whenever you need some help, for whatever, I'll be there for you.
The only thing I need is for you to be my father.
That's all.
What your father needs to learn is how to pack.
He doesn't even have a jacket. Check it out.
-Goosebumps. -No! Cold doesn't affect me.
I grew up with a sea breeze.
Whoa, baby, I mean, really.
This kind of cold is obvious evidence
that the world is experiencing major climate changes.
It's because here, they feel the effects of El Niño, Dad.
Or is it La Niña? I never remember.
Honey, who cares if it's the Niña, the Pinta, or the Santa Maria?
I've lost all sensation in my ass!
Maybe next time you'll take my advice. But just wait.
I'm gonna fix that.
Oh! Miguel!
Hey!
-How are you? -Great.
I missed you.
-Missed you too. Yes. -Everything okay on the flight?
-My parents, Héctor and Norma. -Hi.
How are you?
-Pleased to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
-I'm Miguel. -Mariana.
Your in-laws are Argentinian.
No one is perfect, huh?
Pleasure to meet you both.
-Allow me to introduce you to my family. -Okay.
-This is Joana, my stepmother. -A pleasure.
-Felipinho, my stepbrother. -Hi, everyone.
And, uh…
that one over there…
Uh…
-Here he is. This is my dad. -Whew!
-This is Otávio. -Ho-la.
Hi.
Otávio. Pleased to meet you.
-Uh…Mucho gusto conocer-o amigo. -Nice to meet you.
-Hello. -I had no idea my husband
-spoke Spanish so fluently. -I do.
We speak your language! Hey!
-Lots of tourists here. -Ah.
If you spend some time in our town, you're gonna bump into a Brazilian, huh?
He speaks our language about as well as I speak Spanish, huh?
So many Brazilians are coming to Bariloche.
We learn some words almost by accident, just like that!
Uh-huh. Well, me too, I know a thing or two about you Argentinians
-because I surf. -Ah.
And I used to go to Florianópolis, down south, right?
Man, all those Argentinians are in the water,
we catch a wave and they're in the way, we barrel right through them.
Argentinian heads everywhere.
I'm going, "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Like speed bumps. We surfed right on their heads.
-Yup! -I love your sense of humor, Otass-hole.
-What? -Héctor, no. It's Otávio.
-Otávio. "Vio." -With a "V." Oh.
-"Vio." Otávio. -"Vio, Vio, Vio."
What the hell? Did you hear how insulting he was?
No, Dad, it's really easy in Spanish to switch "V" and "B."
But he didn't switch "B" and "V," or "V" and "B."
He added an "S." I heard "asshole."
Beg your pardon, Otass-hole.
-Otávio. -Uh, Otávio!
-Otávio. Vio. Vio. Vio. -There he goes again!
Uh… Time to"irnos,"time to"irnos."
"Time to ear nose"?
I don't know. Whatever. Let's go.
-I've got a bad feeling about this. -You look warm, at least.
I don't like this guy. Don't like him.
Attention, attention!
Here we have the center of the city.
The excellent architecture includes
a series of buildings that go all around this block.
Ooh. One of a kind, is it?
And we have an amazing panorama. You see?
That's Lake Nahuel Huapi.
A bit like the Paraíba River in Brazil. Not as nice, though.
Miguel told me it was gorgeous, but this is beautiful on another level.
You know why snow is so special, Mariana?
Why?
Because it's the perfect metaphor for the human being.
Oh, please.
Each human is different,
just like no snowflake is like another one.
There's a poet in the house.
Poetry.
-Lovely, Héctor. That was great. -Metaphor.
Oh, those back seats did a number on me.
Welcome to Hotel Catedral!
The pride of our family!
Babe, it's incredibly beautiful here.
Let me introduce to you…
Pablito. Pablinho. He is our concierge.
-Yo, yo, Pablito! -Yes?
My bag? Did you forget it?
Un minutito! Un minutito!
You've got a hand to spare. My bag's right there.
So? You like my hotel?
This hotel
was built by my dear departed grandfather.
-So touching. -My, my, my…
Can we continue the saga inside? I'm kind of freezing out here.
But we'll come back to the story. I'm on the edge of my seat.
Okay, see you soon!
Woo!
Woo-hoo!
Ah!
Mm!
-Otávio! -Hm?
-Baby. -Yeah.
How about I turn on the heater,
now that you've established that it's cold here?
Thank you, honey.
I thought the Argentinians would take over Búzios, Santa Catarina,
and that'd be enough.
Never thought they'd steal my own daughter, you know?
Isn't it great how we're all finally coming together as a family?
Baby…
I think we better hold off a bit on the celebrations.
-I told you how difficult my dad can get. -Oh. Enough of that.
I think your dad's the best.
And I love yours too.
I love how much stuff you can talk to him about.
I don't really have that with my father.
You can talk to my dad about almost anything,
as long as you let him talk most of the time.
What a jackass!
Mr. Hotel Owner with his family tree and his stupid history lessons.
Well, we're learning something from him, at least.
On the other hand, all you've done is whine.
-Hey! -What?
My own wife takes their side!
It's lonely down here, oh Lord.
If I did anything to offend you,
maybe in some past life, I don't know…
You did plenty to offend in your past life.
But in this one you're here for Mariana.
-To support her and make her happy. -Yeah.
-Right, baby? -Yeah, you're right.
But honey, seriously, I think the heater has to be broken.
Because now I'm just pouring with sweat. This place is a sauna.
And I swear, I can feel the sweat running down, and…
Pow! Lands right in the Bermuda triangle.
-Oh, Otávio! -It must be on the fritz.
Did you mess with the dial? Bet you broke it.
It was chilly. I turned it on. Now it's warm, it's your problem.
Ho-la,¿qué tal?
Aquíthis isSeñor Otávio.
Uh, I have aproblemo.Hm.
Aquí, el míobedroom.
Elheating system…
Pfft! No working.
Un minutito. Un minutito.
Fixed it?
He said, "One minute, sir,"
-and then he hung up. -Hm.
So, everybody's having fun, right?
Let's hear from our new daughter-in-law, Mariana.
Please, tell me something about yourself.
-Uh… -Yes, tell us about
how you and Miguel got together.
Yeah, tell us.
On Tinder, right?
-No, not Tinder. -No.
In fact, we met at the Conservatory. We played music together.
Mm.
The first time I saw Mariana, she was irresistible.
But when I heard her play…
I fell in love.
Aw!
Listen up. Hm?
Time to get to the nitty-gritty. Where are you two planning to live?
Uh… I was just about to ask that question.
Where will you live? Hm?
-In Europe. Why? -Europe.
Awful cold there.
It's cold here sometimes too, Dad.
Have I said the cold is nice here?
"The air is freezing, I'm thrilled!" No, I didn't.
-Dad. -Live in Brazil, no? Constant sunshine.
-It's fantastic. -Hey. Excuse me, Otávio,
but Argentina has a climate that's mostly mild, hm?
And we have Malbec, Messi, Buenos Aires, chorizo steak, dulce de leche.
And Miguel has this hotel to inherit.
It makes sense, doesn't it?
Let's get one thing straight here.
The first thing you said wasn't half-bad.
You said, "Here, the climate is more or less boring."
Now! Brazil has dulce de leche,
we have Rio, Malbec we can buy in the supermarket.
And there's beaches, there's Carnaval, there's football, there's Pelé.
Brazil is better. And another thing.
Mariana is about to inherit a culinary empire which I am leaving her.
Guys, it's not going to be either Brazil or Argentina.
We're moving to Europe because there's more opportunities for us there.
Listen, regardless of where you end up living,
both families want to hold a celebration of your happiness.
Oh, I adore my new relative. I think we're on the same wavelength, huh?
A perfect match!
We deserve to celebrate.
Otávio, the ladies are right, huh?
How about we hold a big meal of celebration?
-Always eating. Unbelievable! -Somewhere very special.
-Hello! -Hi.
Okay, everybody, time for you to meet Carol!
-Hi! -Hi!
She is the one in charge of selecting everything on our wine list.
Ah! Thank you, Héctor.
-How are you? -I'm very happy to welcome you all.
I hope you're taking full advantage of our fantastic wine cellar.
You're fantastic, actually.
-Oh, thanks! -Hey, kiddo, come on.
She's way too hot for you. Or should I say too cool in this part of the world?
There's always hope.
You're with Mom, right?
I have known Carol since she was a girl.
Yes.
At one point, she and Miguel went out together.
Sure, Miguel!
How are you?
Hi, Carol.
Hi!
Uh, Mariana. Mariana, Carol.
Mariana, I have been so looking forward to meeting you.
And even more when I found out that you are a"musica"and Brazilian.
Hm. Yes. Yeah…
I'm both of those things.
Brazilian and a musician.
-Uh… -How awkward!
-Excuse me. -Someone farted at mass.
Now we're all soaking in this bad vibe.
Uh, but I arranged a little outing to introduce,
uh, some of my friends to Mariana.
Wait, hold up. You guys are going to a club?
-Yeah. -Yep.
-All right, guys. I'm down for that. -Let's go.
Honey, you never mentioned that your ex worked at the restaurant with your parents
and that she's a total hottie.
You're the hottie, Mari.
This life is what I left behind.
I hope you really did leave it behind.
Our life starts now, and we're building it together.
-Mm? -Hm.
-Wanna dance? -Okay.
Here we are.
Hey, how are you?
Ah! Hey!
What's-yer-name, do you mind?
Could you bring me a glass of skim milk?
-Un minutito. Un minutito. -Yeah, okay.
Off he goes. No way he's getting my milk, is he?
Well, let's have a seat.
Milk gets things moving in the morning. It must be from those probiotics.
Try some. You'll like it.
-Looks good. -What's the plan for today?
-Huh! Someone's excited. -Of course I'm excited.
Better to be excited on a trip than complain all day.
Today we will go to Cerro Catedral.
-Ooh! -Okay.
Why bother leaving Brazil just to visit old churches in Argentina, right?
That Cerro is one of those…
No, Otávio. Cerro Catedral is a famous ski resort.
-Ah! -You ski, right?
-No. -I surf, okay?
I surf. When you surf, you can handle any type of sport with a board.
That can't be right, Dad.
Sure it is. Same diff.
-Okay. -Otávio.
Hm?
Today, I was planning to run into town for a bit. You could come with me.
If you need some winter clothes, I could take you shopping.
Huh.
Something wrong with mine? Hm?
No, nothing against Joana's fashion choices, right?
I get it. Just messing with you.
Nice of you, but we just got here.
I don't feel like shopping for clothes now.
So now's my chance to tell you the story of the hotel.
Shopping for clothes!
Let's go shopping. Get some clothes.
-Get some clothes. -Right.
-Hey, Miguel, uh… -Mm?
Let me tell you something.
For a Brazilian, it's never easy to trust an Argentinian, you know?
-I get it, but… -Especially for a Brazilian dad.
…you know you can trust me, Otávio.
-We'll see. -My father-in-law.
-Hey. -He's from Brazil.
-Oh, Brazil? -Brazil.
Qué groso, eh?
Watch your mouth! You believe this guy?
The dude's barely met me and says I'm gross?
-No,"Groso." -Just like that!
"Groso"in Spanish means, like, like, awesome.
-"Awesome" is "gross"? -Yeah. That's what he meant.
-Awesome, like caipirinha. -Okay.
-Pardon me, guys… -Hm.
Is that yoursaco?
Is my nutsack showing?
He's coming on to me.
-No, no. -Did he just check out my balls?
-He's checking my balls. -He meant, "Is that your coat?"
That's what"saco"is.
I come back for one sex.
-Thank you. -Now he's offering to have sex!
-That's it. Let's go! -"One sec." He'll be back soon.
Ah. You can see how I might think he was into…
CAROL NEW MESSAGE
And speaking of confusing…
that girl we met at the hotel. Quite pretty, isn't she?
What a beauty. Pleasant as well.
You got up to something, the two of you.
-Carol? Carol? Hm? -C-Carol?
She's my friend.
-Mm-hm. -But these days
she's helping me with a thing or two.
With a thing or two…
Sure, yeah right.
-Oh,perdón, perdón, perdón. -Ah-ha.
-You gonna like a lot. -Oh, okay.
-Fine. Here we go. -Permiso.
Okay.
Snug. Ooh. A little bit here.
Sorry. I'mmolestar. I bring you a big one.
Molester! Call the police right away.
-No. -He just admitted
he's a ball-watcher and a molester.
-He was just saying sorry. -No!
Molestarmeans sorry?
-I've had enough of this… -Tengo otro saco aquí.
-No! I don't want any. -Smallsaco?Tinysaco?
-Bigsaco? Dios mío! -No, I don't want your tiny balls!
Miguel, what the hell is this?!
In this very room,
we once hosted the Philharmonic of Bariloche.
Mm-hmm.
I have been a patron…
of this orchestra for many years.
That's so cool.
Tell me, how did you develop your love for music?
From my mom. She was a violinist too and got me started as a kid.
Oh, it's so good to keep alive the gift she gave you.
Yeah.
And it's good that your father was able to pay for your classes in Europe.
The fact is, my dad didn't pay anything.
I went on a scholarship. It paid for everything.
Okay, but he can help you now, right?
He's a businessman.
And his enterprises in food service are going very well, yes?
In fact, he owns a bar.
But we've never gone without in our home.
Group photo!
A family photo of the Soares-Martíns.
-Yeah! -in Bariloche.
-Otávio! Otávio! -Come on!
-We're waiting. -Come on.
I'm getting there. Cool your jets.
You're not gonna believe this, the beer here in Patagonia,
-they sell it warm, can you imagine? -For real?
Check it out. See? Hey, I have an idea. Wait.
-Get in. -I lived in Saquarema, I've got savvy.
-See? You know it. -Say cheese!
Ice-cold, what'd I tell you? Cold as a penguin's pecker.
-Come on, Dad. -Here we are in Cerro Catedral.
The biggest ski resort in all of South America.
Consider all the features. Thirty-two lifts for skiers…
-Wow! -…more than 65 trails.
Wow! He owns a hotel, but he thinks he's in a classroom, doesn't he?
We're about to ascend the most beautiful mountain in Argentina!
-What's all this? -Come on, let's go.
-I'm excited. -You've never been up a hill?
Hey honey, honey. Come here for a second.
There's snow at the hotel. Why come up here for more snow?
Aw… Come on. Let's go.
I'll be right there.
Oh yeah. He's at it.
Professor Hotel-Dude teaching my daughter stuff
-because he wants to take her from me. -You can't complain.
Your biggest fan is your new son-in-law.
Yeah, I got my eye on that boy. Something fishy's going on there.
But he won't fool me. I'll figure it out.
Everyone!
This slope is rated medium difficulty, ideal for skiing or snowboarding. Okay?
I'll go down on skis, and I will meet all of you at the bottom.
Who wants to come with me?
Yeah! I'll go!
I'll do it with you, but I'm taking a snowboard.
That's amazing, Otávio!
-For real? -You know how to snowboard?
-He's never done it. -Sure!
-Dad, no way are you going down that hill. -Guys, take it easy.
For an expert surfer, snowboarding is, uh, basically the same.
Let your dad have a good time.
Exactly. I appreciate that. Thank you, Son-in-law.
Let me tell you something.
This says it all. Saquarema, 1993.
I ruled the waves in Saquarema, just like this.
I don't know what's worse,
the surfing demo or the '93 thing. '93 was, like, 30 years ago.
I'm shredding the tube now.
-Lemme tell you something. -Uh-huh?
I surf on ice,
-water, snowboard. It's the same. -No, no…
What is snow?
Just water that happens to be frozen. Right, Norma?
-He'll be okay. -Attention, attention!
Let's go.
The surfer from Brazil and the skier from Argentina.
Let's go, you and me, on the trail.
We're gonna meet everyone at the bottom.
You're on, Father-in-law. Let's go.
Down we go?
How about a coffee, Mother-in-law?
I'd love to. This mother-in-law's ass is turning into solid ice.
Wait, guys. Where's Felipinho?
Looks like he's doing just fine.
Shall we?
Let's see how the Brazilian surfs.
Maybe Pelé's getting scared?
Because he's about to lose to Maradona?
-No… -Or could be
that Team Argentina has already won.
And Mariana and Miguel
have already decided to live here in Bariloche.
No way.
Live in Bariloche? Never!
Son of a businessman!
Oh-ho!
So, Otass-hole?
This crappy Argentinian jacket!
I don't think the clothes are the problem!
Still think it's like surfing?
In the tube! In the tube!
Having a good time, Father-in-law?
Woo!
Okay.
How do you stop this thing?
Coming through, coming through!
-You fine? You survive? -Whoa!
I'm okay!
You're the Pelé of snowboarding.
Otass-hole.
Otass-hole? I'll show you who's the asshole.
Dude! How do you stop this thing?!
-I was scared… -Oh please!
-Oh! -Yeah.
My apartment-o beside the beach in Rio.
You know?
Uh,todas las mañanas, yo…
Yowake up, check outel sol,themar…
And then I go work out.
This meet-up with the two families is fun, isn't it?
Yeah. It would be a bit more fun if my father had a bit less fun, right?
With the families together here…
all of this makes me realize how much I've missed Argentina.
Mm-hm.
I'm really happy for you, Miguel.
But you're not planning to change your mind and move here, are you?
No.
It was just a passing thought.
-Mm… -Let's go.
I'm glad it was just a passing thought, because, after all,
we agreed to go back to Europe. It's gonna be easier to get jobs there.
Sure, baby.
A deal's a deal.
-Mm. Sure. -Let's go.
But if you change your mind, better tell me right away.
-Wait. -You change your mind, I'm at the airport.
I'll take the next flight out, mark my words, honey.
-Mari! Hop on! -Taxi!
-I'm finding a taxi. -Mariana!
Come on.
Wait up, baldy!
Hey! Doing better.
Saquarema, '93 champion!
Whoa!
Here comes the moment of truth, huh?!
Whoa!
What the hell is this?!
Help.
Help!
Oh my.
It's all good!
Don't have a scratch, but someone ought to fix that slope, see how uneven it is?
This is exactly like my marriage.
One minute you're fine, next minute you're up a tree.
¿Todo bien?
Uh…Bien, bien…That'd be stretching it.
This is partly your fault, you know.
I warned you, you can't believe what my father says.
Gracias, gracias. Muchas gracias.
If snow is water that's been frozen…
…today we learn there are big differences between a ski slope and an ocean.
Lemme tell you something.
You didn't mention the most important difference.
We don't plant trees where we surf.
That's what got me a little bit tangled up.
Today was truly glorious.
We had unity, competition, and friendship
between Brazil and Argentina.
I propose we finish our day Argentina style…
with lots of wine bottles.
-Ah! -Yes!
There will be no drinking for me today!
They didn't understand the best part.
It was hilarious. For God's sake!
This wine is so special.
-Mm. Here's the know-it-all. -The grapes come from a secret location
and the vineyard produces…
…every year just 100 bottles.
-Uh-huh. -You don't say.
-Pretty cool. -Wow.
Let me pour myself a little more of--
Yeah, well, I guess that means there are only 99 left.
-It's all fine, it's all good. -It's all fine, it's all good!
It's all fine, it's all good.
It's all fine, it's all good!
Prueba…Uh, give this one here a try.
-Ah, pour some, pour some for me. -Ah!
No, but really pour it. Don't be stingy. Come on, keep pouring.
Pour it, don't hold back.
In Brazil, we pour it all the way to the rim!
You bend over like that and suck it like soup. You go…
This wine is obviously a wonderful Malbec from Argentina.
It has excellent balance, and the flavor is very robust.
Like the embrace of a beautiful lover.
-Ah… -Hey, sorry there, Héctor.
All due respect and all that.
It's cool that he's so… He's all proud of his wine.
He must've had therapy, you know?
He has, like, like, this energy. Like self-esteem.
But…
You want robust? Try Brazilian cachaça, my friend.
It kicks you in the teeth and punches you in the head.
-Careful. -Yeah, what for?
I'm a professional swirler, man. Stop worrying.
As well, it's characterized…
-by its intense color… -Blowhard.
…vermilion, a touch of violet.
Uh, mixed with a hint of blue, yes?
Oh. That's so funny, mine doesn't have blue.
Any blue in yours? I don't see any blue.
Huh? I'll tell you, in Brazil,
we've got just one color that covers everything you just said. Hm?
We call it "wine."
-Ah. -The color "wine." Bingo! Right?
-But the characteristic I like best… -Again with the characteristics.
…is the… aroma.
-Huh? -Mm…
Pepper…
Pepper doesn't belong in wine.
-Almonds and walnuts! -Roasted almonds.
-Mm! -Do you see any walnuts in yours?
Not mine, something's wrong with this one.
Hm…
Dude's gargling at dinner, babe.
Makes me feel a bit "yuck."
-Mm… -Oh baby, that's just not done.
-Now he's spitting. -I detect also,
obvious notes of cherries.
-That makes no sense. -Cherries!
And wild blackberries!
Blackberries and cherries. No, it's not there, guys.
I don't know about you, but my wine's got… Mm…
-Grapes. Yeah. -Cheers.
Salud!
Hola,hi!
-Hey! Here she comes. -Hi.
The two-timing homewrecker!
-¿Cómo? -That's slang we use. It means "gorgeous."
Ah!Gracias. Obrigada.
How nice the families are always together.
Are you having fun?
Until just now, we were having lots of fun.
Uh, Héctor.
I'm just going. Anything else you need?
-Uh… -No, no, no.
Sit with us. Have a bit of wine.
-Me? -Yes, yes, yes! Very good idea!
Sit down, sit down. Of course.
-I'll join you. Thank you. -Sit.
-Of course. -Oh boy, oh boy!
Carol.
Can you guess the wine?
Uh… Well, let's see.
Hm… Hm…
Carrera Malbec, 2011.
-Incredible. -Bull's eye!
Incredible.
-She got the exact wine? How? -Thank you.
I started to get curious about wine when I was going out with Miguel.
We'd travel a lot with Norma and Héctor.
-That was before when we were involved. -I got that.
Yes! Yes, yes. That's how I became a sommelier.
-Yeah. -You're impressive.
Let me tell you something, Carol.
You know, me too, I'm also a sommelier?
Sommelier? Really?
-A sommelier for cachaça. -Ah!
One whiff of the cachaça,
I know what kind of hangover the person will have the next day.
But I'm a sommelier of all kinds of things.
Ah!
Of fishy situations, right, honey?
Ah,bueno.I have to go.
-Gracias.Thank you. -Ah… Bye, dear.
-You're welcome. -Thanks.
-Great to see you. Bye. -Kiddo, sit down.
You don't have a chance.
So, is our new father-in-law an expert in anything else?
Table soccer? Or, how-how do you say it? "Foosball"?
-Foosball. -Foosball.
You're on.
Uh… Is that you in the painting, Héctor?
No. It's my great-grandfather.
The first of the Martíns.
Mafia, right?
Apparently, it is very valuable.
Uh, because the painter was a cubist who was a friend of Picasso.
-Mm. Nice. -But I will never sell it,
not for any money.
-Who'd give money for that? -It's the only image of him.
Sure, 'cause back then, they didn't have photos.
Uh, well, we have fine painters back in Bra--
-Where's Miguel? -Maybe he went to the bathroom.
Sure, I'm onto him.
Uh… I'll just find him so we can play foosball.
We need some players, right? I'll go get him.
-Sure. -Otávio…
Do you like it?
Yes, I love it.
Oh…
Will you help me with this?
Yes, I'll help you.
What? What is it? What is this?!
Just the guy I'm looking for! Coincidence!
Yeah, is everything okay?
You here, and I'm looking around! Just hoping we could play, uh…
-Um… Uh… -I, uh…
-You know, the… -Uh, the, uh, the-the-the soccer? Soccer?
-Soccer! Play soccer. That's what I mean! -Foosball. Yeah. Sure. Foosball, yeah.
-Uh, foosball, table soccer. -Right.
-Mm-hm. -Perfect.
-Come on, let's go. -Let's play.
-Argentina-Brazil! Game on! -Let's go!
All right! Here we go! Come on!
-Woo! -Ha! Yes!
Here comes the Maradona. Maradona! It's Maradona! Diego Maradona! Yes, yes!
-Go. Go. -Yes! Caniggia!
-Goal! -Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal!
-Don't turn the goalie. -Argentina!
1990 world champions in Italy all over again!
-Okay. Let's go, Brazil. -Let's play.
-Put the ball in. -Let's do it.
Come on, now! We'll catch up. Let's go, let's go!
Kaká passes the ball.
It goes to midfield,
picked up by Imperador!
48 minutes into the second half. Here comes the shot! Imperador! He scores!
-Goal! -Woo! Brazil!
-Ha! Ha! Ho! Imperador! -Brazil!
48 minutes in, second half, eliminating Argentina from the Copa América of 2004!
And the Copa América in 2021, huh? In Maracanã.
-Not talking about Maracanã. -Nothing to say about that?
Let's talk about this, then. How many cups has Argentina won?
Hm… I think it's only three, Dad.
-And Brazil has… Hey! -The last one?
-Let's go. -I'll play with one hand.
-Come on! Let's play! -Time to play.
-Yeah! Goal! -Oh!
-Woo! Goal! -Goal!
-Woo! -It's Brazil!
The five-time champion!
You sleeping?
Babe?
Hey.
Did you see Miguel with that girl there?
Uh, Carol.
They were… giggling. I don't know.
They've been involved once already, doing who knows what.
I'm starting to see through those damn Argentinians, you know?
Their little tricks.
Otávio.
Mm?
-You're jealous of him, baby. -Hm.
-You've barely seen her for three years. -Hm.
Mariana might not want to see you anymore.
Honestly, honey, what worries me the most is that Miguel doesn't seem like
the right guy for her.
As if anyone in the universe could be right for her?
In the entire universe, I'm sure of it.
There's someone who'll be right for my daughter.
I want her to have the best in life.
I'd prefer it if he isn't Argentinian, too.
-Enough for tonight. Let's sleep, okay? -You're sleeping?
-Yes. -How about a little…
Tsk! Baby, come on. We're getting up early.
-That special outing… -Ugh!
-…then the celebration dinner. -Mr. Pretentious.
-So, no. Promise me one thing. -Hm.
Just don't screw anything up tomorrow. Okay?
Can you help everyone enjoy this trip as a family?
Mm… Promise.
One thing I'm sure we'll have on this outing tomorrow?
-What? -Lots of snow.
Wow! Baby, check it out!
Well, I'll admit I was wrong here, huh?
It's really beautiful.
See how pretty it is? Worth the effort of coming up.
Yeah. Oh! Let me tell you something.
I admitted that my opinion was wrong.
"Worth the effort" is a different kettle of fish.
Miguel, play it safe today, okay?
This trip has had plenty of crazy already.
Honey, this here, it's super tame. It can't go wrong. It's just sledding.
STARTING POINT
The optimistic Argentinian, always convinced things will be okay.
No, the optimists are you guys,
you don't even start your year until after Carnaval.
It's the only way to live.
But my boy is so right.
Tobogganing is just delightful!
I told you.
-It's completely safe. -Be quiet.
Sure. There will be no danger for a couch potato like you!
It's just like riding a board.
You saw it wasn't me starting it, let's be clear about that.
I'm gonna prove to Mr. Coconut Head who's the couch potato here.
Excuse me, but you're in the presence of an athlete.
Pay attention now. 1979. Estrada do Dendê.
I'm there, Peg-leg Tony,
-Marcello… -Okay.
Our go-karts lined up.
Pow! No one came close to catching me.
I'm watching you.
Go, baby!
Woo!
And down we go!
Woo!
Woo-hoo!
This is faster than a go-kart. Ah!
-Here's a little boost for ya! -Hey!
-My bad, Otass-hole! -I'm gonna lose my patience!
Gonna lose your daughter too!
My daughter? No way!
Yes, sir!
I'll show this Argentinian.
You're asking for it!
-Take that! -Whoa!
Hey, you two, behave yourselves!
Yeah!
Get off my ass!
What's going on over there? Stop it!
Otass-hole!
Coconut Head!
Had to be an Argentinian, of course.
Had to be a Brazilian, dammit.
It's your fault.
Mine?
Mine?!
Yeah! Your fault! You heard me!
Uh, guys.
I know the trip would be much calmer without them,
but have you thought how they might be in danger?
-Oh. -It's true.
The mountains are full of animals. Some are extremely vicious.
Knowing those two, the animals are more likely to be scared of them.
What a joke! Let me tell you something, huh!
Because of you, we're wandering around in this "Bloopers of the Year" shit show!
The fault…
The fault is yours!
-Huh? -Huh?!
You are jealous that your daughter has decided
she likes me more than she likes you!
Oh, now you're going too far.
-Huh? What? No, no, no! -Way too far.
-Take that! A fiasco, this is! -No, no, no, no!
-Hey! Come on, then! -Stop, stop! Enough!
-Quit it! -Mm!
We must stay united to get outta here!
What a joke!
Now is not the time for ego!
Yeah?! Ego? You wanna talk ego? I'll tell you about ego!
-Oh, yeah? -Ego. Ego is
the tiny Argentinian living inside all of us. Yeah!
You know why when a Brazilian dies…
you gotta throw them in a very, very deep grave?
No, I don't know this one.
Because deep down…
they are nice folks.
That's funny.
Never heard that one, it's good.
Ah! You are fun to be around.
Well, what you said about me is obvious.
How can I not be fun? Why? Cause I'm Brazilian.
And we're always way more fun than Argentinians.
-I've been thinking. -Mm?
The two of us are not as different as we imagine, yes?
-Mm. Yeah. -Otass-hole.
Aren't you getting tired of calling me an asshole?
What was that?
A puma.
Ah! Oh my God!
Let's go! Oh my God!
Héctor…
there was something delicate I wanted to bring up with you.
Since we'll probably die out here,
-I'll just say it. -Okay.
You know that Miguel is fooling around with Carol?
That night with the wine…
I overheard them in a weird conversation.
And my daughter is much too young to suffer.
Ah.
Well…
I know that Miguel and Carol were very much in love back then.
Okay, so you agree with me that if something is going on,
we'd better make a move.
Well…
None of our business. But!
I'm not sure I approve of this marriage our kids are planning.
-To be honest… -Yes?
I feel the same!
Let's focus on our survival…
-Yes! -…for the sake of our kids' futures.
-Let's go devour that puma! -Let's go devour that puma!
Devour it!
-Oh! -Easy. Calm down, you two.
There's an assassin puma. They're so dangerous, it eats men. Terrible!
Don't worry, there wasn't any puma here.
It was just this cat. His name is Felix.
A cat? No!
No!
Ferocious!
It was the roar of the puma!
A blood-curdling roar!
And it wasn't the usual puma variety at all!
-Uh-huh. -It had a bit of panther, lion,
-snow leopard, jaguar-like. -Yeah.
To be fair.
It didn't want to fight.
-It wanted to defend! -Defend.
Oh. And this is so moving.
Just a sec.
-It was defending its cubs. -Baby pumas, baby pumas.
It was just so…
So…
Overwhelming, I can't, I can't, the waterworks. Here we go!
It wanted to defend its cubs, which is what a father does!
-A father who loves… -A father who loves.
-He does bad things sometimes. -Mm-hm.
-For them. -For them.
-Always… -Always…
-…to pro-protect his children! -…for his ch-- for his children.
Yeah!
We survived it!
Yeah.
So, after the adventure,
-the fathers-in-law are buddies, great. -That's right.
But… maybe let's focus on the real stars of the show here, Miguel and Mariana.
But our story isn't finished.
Let's all go back to our rooms to get ready.
-Good idea. -Considering…
tonight promises to be very special.
When I had nothing, I longed for When all I felt was absence, I waited
When I was cold, I shivered When I was brave, I called
When a letter arrived, I opened it When I listened to Prince, I danced
When the eye sparkled, I understood it When I grew wings, I took flight
When you called, I came When I realized it, I was already here
When I found you, I lost myself
When I saw you, I fell in love
Amarazáia zoê, záia, záia
A hin hingá do hanhan…
Honey, I'm so happy our dads have finally become friends.
Never thought I'd hear myself say this, but everything's okay.
I told you it would all work out.
Yes, you did.
You just need to accept your dad for who he really is.
He's an amazing dad.
He's just… a little bit… off the wall?
But I'm super happy, really.
Same here.
DAD THERE'S A JOB OPENING FOR MUSICIANS…
-Baby? -Hm?
I just heard that the Bariloche Philharmonic
is having some open auditions for new musicians.
Haven't we already been over this?
-We're going back to Europe. -Yes.
-But-- -No. No "but."
Listen, can we not focus on the future so much?
Let's focus on now. Our celebration with both our families.
The fact that our dads have finally stopped fighting
and are actually supporting us.
-Mm? Okay? -Okay.
Come on.
Hey, Joana…
I know this is going to be a celebration, but what if it's the point of no return?
What's that supposed to mean?
Okay, so Héctor also finds it strange what's going on between Miguel and Carol.
He smells a rat just like I do. Now you got two dads with suspicions.
So, of course the love-in between the fathers-in-law
has just made things worse.
You're two jealous dads hatching plots.
That's not it. I'm just fighting for my daughter's happiness.
Baby…
Sweetie…
Felipinho was the best thing that happened in my life,
but I had him very young.
His father left, my father didn't help me.
One lesson we have to learn as parents
is to become a shepherd with a flock of sheep.
A shepherd? A shepherd with some sheep?
-I'm confused. -Otávio!
-Sorry, Just pulling your leg. -And you, my love,
you have to learn to accept that everything's fine.
That's just it.
I don't accept that everything's fine.
Otávio…
I'm serious. Listen.
I forbid you to sabotage this celebration.
I forbid you to say anything at all upsetting for Mari
during the course of the evening. Got it?
Because it doesn't matter if you're right.
The choice is hers.
Got it.
I promise.
Good.
That's good.
-Baby? -Yeah?
Just heading out.
-Coming back soon. -Okay.
Did you forget your…
-Dad? -Hi, honey.
What's up?
Uh, I…
-Dad? -Uh…
Seriously, what's going on?
I really wanted to talk to you a bit about something.
Mm-hm?
Go on.
Wow…
You're so beautiful. Just like your mother.
Come on, she was way prettier.
-No, not true. No, you're-- -Yeah, she was prettier, Dad.
You're just as beautiful, Mariana.
-Oh. -Thanks.
-Okay. -I love you, Dad.
I love you too, baby. So much.
Can I go, please?
Ah! Of course! Go on.
-It's just… -Bye.
Bye.
This is the spot where my father told me
that the hotel would become mine.
I wanted to do the same with you.
It was here you told me you wanted to be a musician.
That was an incredible day.
I was so afraid you wouldn't accept my decision.
But I accepted it.
Son, I've been thinking.
I know what love is.
I understand what it's like.
But it's never easy.
All the more so for such a young couple.
And living in Europe, all alone…
with no support, as musicians…
But I have a solution for you.
An apartment here in Bariloche.
A family place, it's yours.
And I'm a sponsor of the Bariloche Philharmonic.
I'm good friends with the director.
And with my influence, I can get Mariana into the orchestra.
What do you say?
That could work.
Yes, it absolutely could work.
You could continue your career, and so could Mariana.
An apartment.
No rent.
No expenses.
Go on, son, fly. Be an artist.
But fly closer to home.
Thanks.
Carol?
Mmm. Mmm.
-So we… -Otávio.
Mmm! Mmm!
Meat on the bone. Gotta use your fingers.
-Give him a break. He behaved today. -Yeah.
-Mmm. Uh-huh. -He's earned it.
-Héctor! -Mm-hm?
Seriously, now I get why everyone goes on about Argentinian cuisine.
-I told you so. -This here. How do you call it?
That's called Patagonian lamb.
-Pata-pat… Thanks, man. -Otávio.
This whatever Patagonian, I'm pata-gonna have some more!
Seriously good.
I'm glad you're enjoying it, my friend.
Father-in-law. You rock! Mmm! Father-in-law!
Great minds think alike!
-Yeah? -The expert in cachaça.
The expert in cachaça.
What do you think of that wine in front you?
-Ah! I'm a good student, huh? -Ah!
I've got the process down pat.
First, the swirl.
Then a nosedive into it.
Wild blackberries.
Bravo!
-Bravo. -Nice.
The Brazilian father-in-law…
CAROL I'M HERE.
…has become an expert in Argentinian Malbecs.
I-I need to leave the table for just a minute.
-Mm-hm. -Be right back.
-Back soon. -Sure.
It's delicious.
Mm, the tannin in this wine is effective.
The troops down there are already getting ready for maneuvers.
-Oh, Dad, please… -So I'm going to pay a quick visit, okay?
-Coming back soon. -Otávio, what are you up to?
Just a bathroom break.
We have a deal. I'm serious.
-Excuse me. It's getting urgent… -Please.
I'm not getting it. Just swirl it consistently.
-Nice and slow. -Look.
-Slowly. -Excuse me!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! I have something to say.
This is a celebration. But I have something serious to tell you.
Quite unpleasant.
Dad, you've been doing well so far today. Can't you keep it together a bit longer?
Lemme tell you something, okay? I know I'm a huge embarrassment, yeah?
'Cause for you I've been the worst dad in the world.
But I'll prove to you that I'm the best!
I suppose, after I tell you this, it could be you think I'm even worse now.
But then I'll be the best again.
Because, just as I suspected…
it's much, much worse.
Just what I thought. But it's best for you to hear it.
I-I, uh… I'm a bit confused.
Miguel is having an affair with Carol!
He's what now?
-What? -Let's calm down.
He's being overprotective and jealous.
-What's going on? -I've been onto them for some time.
Ever since that night with the wine tasting, all the spitting.
I'd already noticed something developing.
But just this second, ho! I confirmed it.
Confirmed what?
Miguel was in the bathroom
having sex with Carol!
Yes, that's a fact!
So, we having a toast?
-What? You were over there? -What's going on?
What were you…
My dad says you were just with Carol?
Uh, y-yes. I was.
My darling, it pains me to say.
But it was like, bah, bah, bah!
Humping like crazy in the bathroom with Carol.
-No-- -It was something else.
-Right in the stalls, they were carrying-- -No!
-You gotta trust me. No! -Honey.
-Sorry, everyone. -Seems like we got a new development?
-Did we miss something? -I can't believe this.
It was you in the bathroom stall with her?
It wasn't Miguel in there with Carol?
-Miguel? -Miguel?
-It wasn't? -Me and Miguel?
-Yeah? -Where'd you get that, Otávio?
No, no! No. Me and Miguel, no way.
-I swear, we're done. -We're ancient history.
-Nada! -Lucky me.
Yeah, but when we did that wine tasting, you were with Carol.
I heard what you were saying.
Something"pelado." That means, "I'm getting naked."
"Pelado"means "bald" in Spanish.
I have this feeling
that Spanish was invented to make a fool out of me.
I can explain what happened here.
I planned everything in secret with her because it was a surprise.
What surprise, Miguel?
-Miguel, is this a Stradivarius? -Yes.
I'm not… I'm not touching this now.
It's too much.
All of it's too much, right, Dad?
Honey, I'm sorry.
This was supposed to be a great night.
No, but it still is, isn't it?
You turned everything upside down, Dad.
You embarrassed yourself.
Come on, Mari.
Let's put all this behind us.
Your father didn't mean any harm.
Miguel, he did what he always does.
Or maybe, as usual, he did what he never does.
What a big surprise, he couldn't keep a promise.
There's no point even trying with you, Dad.
I should've known he couldn't be trusted for anything.
Mariana, take a breath, please.
Put this aside for now. Aren't you at least happy with the surprise?
Wait. It's a bit overwhelming.
So… I have one more surprise.
We've arranged for you to have a position in the Bariloche Philharmonic.
What?
My-my father offered us the family apartment.
We can live here. We wouldn't pay any rent.
It's everything we want, baby.
It'll make a big difference, won't it?
Miguel, you're going way too far with this.
Mariana, what do you mean?
A place to live, a dream job.
It's so much more than we'd be able to get in Europe.
It's great you figured it all out.
Or great that your father figured it out for you.
Now you do whatever he wants. Have you thought about what I want?
It's what you've been telling me all along.
This-this is it.
What you want is what I'm giving you.
No, to make such a big decision without even asking me
isn't giving me what I want at all.
All I've wanted is to make music.
My father never helped me, he did everything he could to discourage me.
And it didn't work.
I went off to Europe, then I met you, and fell in love.
And he never really supported me when I decided to marry you.
I have always approved of you, Mariana.
No, Héctor. No. You and my father are exactly the same.
Two selfish men who want their kids under their thumbs.
One in Rio, one in Bariloche. That's the only difference!
But the worst part for me, Miguel,
is that you allowed your father to use money to influence our future.
But it's for us to decide what our future will be.
Yeah?
Is it?
Really, Miguel?
Because you made some huge decisions without even discussing it with me.
I thought you'd like the surprise.
I would've liked the chance to decide with you.
-That's it for me, I think. -Mari, Mari.
-Mari! -Mari… Honey.
Miguel…
You didn't respect your future wife or consider her wishes.
I know. You're right, Mama.
We had planned everything together.
But Dad messed me up with these ideas about making everything simple…
…to keep me from going away.
But… I know she'll forgive me.
She knows who I really am inside.
So then…
now's the time to be that guy.
What are you even doing here? Go after her.
-That's right, honey. Go on. -Go.
You happy now, Otávio?
Same question for you, Héctor.
I was fighting for… our boy.
I'm ashamed of you.
And I was just thinking of my daughter's happiness.
-Héctor. -Mm.
It's time for us to take action.
Mm-hm.
Let's go, we have find them.
Hey, please accept my apology.
-No, I'm the one who's apologizing. -No, my dear…
-No, I'm the one-- -No, no, I'm sorry.
-Come on! Let's go. -I'm the one who's--
Let's go! Everyone in my car!
-He's headed for the hotel! Come on! -Come on, everyone!
Let's go!
-Oh my! -I just want my daught--
Mr. Minutito! it's important.
You know my girl, Mariana?
-Yes. -You've seen her?
La SeñoritaMariana was just here, but she left withprisa.
Who's this Prisa who jumped into the pool?
Prisais "hurry" in Spanish, Otávio.
-Dammit, not this nonsense again, please! -Yeah!
-Baby, you thinking what I'm thinking? -Uh-huh.
So, come on. Let's go!
Where the hell are we going?
We're going to the airport.
-Why the airport? -Withprisa!
-Go, go, go! -Hurry.
¿Qué es eso?
I knew you'd be coming here.
Because I'm the person who knows you best.
Just like I know that I totally deserve it
if you get on a plane and leave me here in Bariloche forever.
But you're also the person who knows me best in the world.
So you know that
the guy who
threw away all our plans, he…
He wasn't the Miguel that you love.
I don't know who you are anymore, Miguel.
I was petrified, Mari.
And I went back to being the guy…
I was before I knew you.
But I just want to be the Miguel you fell in love with.
The same Miguel you wanted to marry.
Look.
Here.
You think if you give me the same violin twice I'm somehow going to forgive you?
No.
I know I can't buy your love.
But o-open the case for me, please.
What is this, Miguel?
Well, the violin was a present that I got for you.
But now I understand that the most important part is the case.
The empty case.
It's the place that can hold all the things we'll build together.
It's the place to hold the life that we'll share.
Side by side.
Miguel, that must be the worst apology I've heard ever.
And if you ask me, that case is pretty small.
Our life's really supposed to fit in it?
Uh… No.
'Course not. Uh…
Because it would be impossible to even make a case that's…
That's big enough to hold all the love we have together.
Mm.
Do you forgive me?
Yes.
I love you.
I love you too, you doofus.
-Doofus? -Yes.
There! Pull over!
-Come on, everyone! -Move it, Felipinho!
Stall them somehow.
Make a scene or something. Keep going.
Keep going. Keep going. Hustle!
They've got to be here somewhere.
Uh… Rio! Gate number 3.
Passengers on flight 2012 to Rio de Janeiro, final boarding call.
What do we do?
Here! This way! This way!
-C'mon! Over here, guys! -Hurry!
Come on!
No. Usually, that's very difficult.
-Hello. Hi, uh, we're looking for… uh… -Hello. How are you? How can we explain?
-You're not allowed here. -You know who I am.
-My name is Héctor Martín. -Oh-oh!
Attention, attention!
-Relax, it's nothing. -Señor,no!
-Passengeros… -You can't be here!
There's a bomb threat in the building. Everyone, evacuate!
-You're crazy! -No, no, don't evacuate! Stay here!
Ah! Ah! Forget that last one!
Uh, stay there! Don't go anywhere!
Is that my father?
Yeah.
Get out of here!
Attention, all passengers, it turns out it's all, uh… Everything's under control.
Mariana. Mariana.
Before you say anything, please, there's something I have to tell you.
On our way here to Bariloche,
you told me the only thing you wanted was for me to be your dad.
I messed the whole thing up, honey.
The worst dad in the world.
I was jealous.
Selfish, possessive.
Big surprise, I didn't keep any of my promises.
But now I know why I turned into this man when your mom passed away.
You know why, Mariana?
To get everything my way, not yours.
I was afraid.
That's it. I'm a big chicken.
I was so scared of losing you that I made sure that I would lose you.
Of course.
But I'm learning.
The woman you've become is teaching me things.
You've taught me how to love.
A-and… And most of all, how to respect other people's opinions.
Mari, could you forgive me?
Can you please forgive your father? I'm so sorry.
It's all right.
I love you so much.
My son, I'm so sorry.
I've been so selfish.
I didn't listen to you.
I won't ever make that mistake again. I promise you.
I hope you'll be happy.
And us, Otávio,
we must be the worst fathers-in-law in all of South America.
You're right, absolutely.
I'm sorry, Miguel, for those stupid suspicions.
Also for scoring all those goals on you in table soccer.
-Brazil! Brazil! -No, no!
Okay, listen up!
Listen up!
Now that the lovebirds are reunited,
and those two old dinosaurs have learned something about supporting their children…
Hm.
…Joana and I came up with an idea.
What if we've found the perfect location
for Mari and Miguel to get married?
-It's one that Argentinians adore! -Adore!
1 YEAR LATER
-Are they ready? -No.
Come on. Let's hit the music now,
otherwise… C'mon.
Six, seven, eight, and…
-So beautiful! -She looks great, doesn't she?
-Sorry. -Aw…
Carol, do you take Felipe as your lawfully wedded husband?
-I do. -Felipe?
Of course I do.
Yes!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Dad?
Hi, honey. Hi, Miguel.
Have you heard, Otávio?
Miguel will play with the Berlin Philharmonic.
It's one of the best orchestras in the world.
Congratulations.
It must be a big honor, like playing in the World Cup Final.
But only for the Brazilian side, right?
And, Dad, this is for you.
Oh, what's this, sweetheart?
It's a plane ticket to Venice.
I'm playingThe Four Seasonsby Vivaldi in the city where he actually composed it.
It's important that you be there, because it's--
The piece that your mom always played.
Exactly.
Sure I'll be there, sweetie.
Thank you.
Oh, here they are.
It's time.
So, we want to take the opportunity with the families together here
to tell you something very special.
I know!
You two lovebirds are finally tying the knot?
Party time, right?
No, Mom. Not quite.
No, I know what it is.
When you're not doing concerts, you'll spend vacations with us in Brazil.
No, Dad. That's not it either.
The vacations have to be in Argentina.
No, nothing like that!
An even bigger event for fathers-in-law, and mothers-in-law.
Hm?
You're gonna be grandparents!
-Oh… Sweetie, that's wonderful! -I can't believe it!
Oh! So good to hear! Oh!
-Oh, Miguel, Miguel! -I love you, Otávio.
-Congratulations. -Honey.
You'll make a great dad, you hear me? A great dad.
Thanks, Otávio.
We're so happy for you.
Which country will my grandson be born in?
-In Brazil, for sure! -No. Here? Here?
-No, no. -Not in Argentina!
We've got the weather, it's wonderful here. Sun,
beach, air… Very healthy.
No, too much sun is bad for the child.
Bad for you, maybe.
You're so pale, a bit of sun turns you into a lobster.
He's gotta be born right here, yeah?
With the expert surfer.
-We're born with the sunblock already on. -Ah!