01x06 - Episode 6

[bunniefuu]

[clock bonging]

[alarm ringing]

[horse snorting]

-[hooves pounding]

-[whistling]

[people laughing]

["Wedding March Version B" playing]

[music fades]

[Santita breathing heavily]

[clanging]

[women whispering]

-[horn honking]

-[jackhammer rattling]

[birds calling]

[cell phone buzzing]

[Santita groans softly]

MAURICIO:

WHEN ARE YOU GETTING HERE?

[keyboard tapping]

I’M ON MY WAY.

-[intriguing music playing]

-[Santita sighs]

At this rate, we're gonna get there

for their first baby's christening.

Okay, so you choose it, then. Which one?

The gray. The gray will be fine.

Are you sure?

Don't I need a little more contrast?

-[Santita] Contrast?

-Good.

I picked it

so you could get a f*cking move-on.

This isn't even your wedding. Chill out.

Okay, okay, okay.

[cumbia music playing]

Slow down, handsome,

you have to dance with the bride later.

Well, since these two gorgeous ladies

aren't invited,

I'm getting my groove on

so they don't feel left out.

[Santita] Mm-hmm.

Come on, handsome. We're late.

I'll see you

when we can continue in private.

Darling.

-[Mauricio] Mr. Cano, nice to meet you.

-Call me, Lucas.

I'm sure no one would mind if you brought

your dance partners with you.

I would mind, since I'm in the mood

to find some new ones.

Know what I'm sayin', Doctor?

I think you'll have a better shot

without lipstick on your face.

-[Lucas] Do I have some on me?

-Yes.

[Lucas] Ah, good man.

What I hate the most about weddings

is that they feed you so late.

I nearly fainted at the last one.

You're like a broken record.

Hand that over, would you?

Thanks. Take this.

No! Do I smell pork loin?

-Whoo!

-Now you can't pass out.

-That's why you're my favorite daughter.

-[Santita chuckles]

No! There's so many of them!

She's your sister! It's a family photo,

for your wedding.

-I don't want her in it.

- What the f*ck?!

If we don't do it now,

we have to do it at the reception.

[man] Do it now, but not with her.

I refuse to have her in it.

-[Lía] I have a name, David!

-What's going on?

-David doesn't want Lía in the pictures.

-Why the hell not? She's your only sister.

-She knows. It's her fault.

-What did you do?

We're throwing everything off schedule

Please stay positive. We always factor in

a cushion for unexpected issues.

Why this drama all of a sudden?

You guys never fight!

Ask your nephew.

Stop being so immature

so we can get the picture, then talk.

-It's not happening.

-What's such a big deal?

[Lía] I've had it! I'm outta here.

Take all the f*cking pictures you want

of that as*h*le!

Listen. Calm down, I'll go after her.

[David] Let's do this.

Everyone's here I want.

Is this a joke? What the hell?

[David] No joke. This is what I want.

It's my f*cking wedding!

[Santita] Lía.

How'd he find out?

I was showing him some drawings

on my phone and he saw some photos.

There's one of me and Armando.

-Screwing.

-No!

[Santita] Why would you have a picture

of you two on your phone, Lía?

You're supposed to be discreet.

I'll talk to David, okay?

Talk to him all you want,

I'm not even going.

It's not my f*cking wedding.

You're acting like a five-year-old.

You need to fix this.

So suck it up

and say cheese.

Are you spying on me?

[both] No!

You two are terrible liars.

-Sorry.

-Did you bring us any snacks?

You guys know Mauricio?

-Your boyfriend?

-Yeah, he's here too.

If you ask nicely, he'll take you

to the stash of tacos I have in my car.

-[Jonás] Thanks, Auntie.

-Yes!

David.

[Santita sighs]

So, what'd she say?

She didn't need to say.

You were in on it?

Why didn't you tell us?

-It's not my story to tell, come on.

-[scoffs]

You two are the same. Bullshitting

all the people who love you the most.

You can't compare her to me.

I do so much worse.

Your illusions are shot.

You need to grow up, sunshine.

But on the bright side,

it's probably fizzled out already.

Who cares?

I will never forgive them.

And your bride will never forgive you

for ruining her wedding.

So put on your big-boy suit, stand next

to your parents, and smile your a*s off.

[David sighs]

You win.

[Santita] One more thing,

and I know it's not

how you wanna start a marriage,

but you cannot tell your wife about this.

It'll destroy her.

[sighs] This f*cking family.

[photographer] Excellent.

I'm loving those smiles.

Now, mother and father of the groom,

hold hands, please.

Beautiful. Really nice.

Everyone relax a little bit,

but hold your positions.

Hey. What'd you find out?

[photographer] A few close-ups.

Grandpa and the boys.

It's pre-wedding jitters. Nothing serious.

[photographer] I need everyone

looking back at me please. One, two…

[camera shutter clicking]

[church bell ringing]

Your brothers asked me to put a ramp in,

but they didn't know

this was already here.

I'm happy to see

this is where your donations go.

[woman] It leads straight to the altar.

[Santita] So the altar boys can

tear out of here on their tricycles.

[uneasy music playing]

["Wedding March Version B" playing]

[officiant] In the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

-The Lord be with you.

-[applause]

[man] Bravo!

["Preciosa Criatura"

by Joan Sebastian playing]

Beautiful.

[Mauricio] I love weddings.

[kisses]

You smell so good.

Drives me nuts.

-Already drunk, aren't you?

-[both chuckle softly]

["Yo Tengo Mi Protección" playing]

-[Simón] Hey, there's Santita.

-Sounds awful.

-Hello, Simón.

-Nice to see you, too.

-Gorgeous, Mo!

-Simon.

-Mauricio, my wife, Tamara.

-Good to see you, Santita.

-Lovely to meet you.

-Pleasure. You look beautiful.

Simón brought you a little present.

A present?

Is it something from the registry?

-[Simón] From the goodness of my heart.

-Oh boy.

There he is!

It's precious. You should be more careful.

I'll remember that. Thanks for this.

It was an easy fix.

I tugged too hard on it one day

and broke the clasp,

but Simón got it all fixed up.

-What?

-Nothing.

-What's that face?

-Why are you lying about this?

-Why would I lie to you?

-I know.

You don't have to pretend.

I know you lost it at poker.

Ah.

If it's gotten so bad

you're pawning heirlooms--

I don't need you to come to the rescue.

I don't need your help or anyone else's.

-Anyone need a refill?

-[Tamara] No, thank you, Mauricio.

-[Simón] We're good for now.

-f*cking hell.

-[Tamara] Good job, honey.

-[Simón] What'd I do?

It's as much your fault.

You insisted I give it back.

I never told you

to bring it to the wedding.

Mauricio's pretty drunk.

He won't remember.

-[Simón] I was trying to help.

-[Tamara] Discretion, honey.

She's right.

Seems to be the word of the day.

Your heart was in the right place.

[Santita] What's she doing here?

-[Tamara] Who is that?

-She's Quique Quirarte's girlfriend.

[gasps softly] And you know her?

Not very well.

You might not be friends,

but you owe her a small fortune.

-I wouldn't ignore her.

-The night is young.

-Hi, all!

-[Santita] The lovebirds! Congrats!

-[Tamara] Congratulations.

-Thank you all for coming.

May you always have your love,

and respect, and patience.

You two, you know you don't have to

drink up with every toast tonight.

You have to take care of her later.

He's been working up his tolerance.

We'll be fine. [laughs]

I don't know why we're we talking

about this right now?

-Oh!

-[Simón] You're in trouble later!

-You look beautiful.

-Thank you.

[Simón] Congrats to both of you.

I like her.

[Santita] Oh, no you don't. We need

at least two sober boys in the family.

Go check if the food's coming.

One drunk Cano's bad enough,

but two at a time?

-Double trouble.

-[Tamara chuckles]

[upbeat dance music playing]

[Verónica] Good evening, Santita.

Stop trying to avoid me.

You can't run forever.

Forever, no. But for right now, yes.

-Don't worry, I'll come find you.

-Looking forward to it.

[cumbia music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Lía giggling]

You can't be serious?!

-Auntie!

-[Santita] Your brother already found out.

You wanna take out a billboard?

Get back in there.

f*cking move your a*s.

I'm not a fan.

[Santita] Well, you're not gonna

like me any better.

-I doubt I could dislike you more.

-No, no, no.

I have a proposal.

I want you to buy out

my share of my family's vineyard.

You already invested.

And I need to get rid of it.

This project's gotten every dollar

I'm willing to invest already.

And besides,

I'm not interested in your money issues.

If I tell your partner you're screwing

his daughter, will that change things?

Obviously, you could make my life

somewhat… difficult.

But you should watch yourself,

because I can make yours unbearable.

Oh, such a big word.

Just for fun, how's that work?

[Armando] How do you feel

about going to jail?

For extortion?

This is Mexico, Armando, come on.

Exactly, and if I'm up-to-date

on the laws of this jurisdiction,

ab*rtion is ill*gal.

-Think very carefully.

-[Montse] Everything all right?

[Armando] Of course. Enjoying your party.

Good, because this dress is ridiculous.

I can barely breathe,

and I need help to pee.

I feel like an invalid.

-Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

-Forget it, we know what you meant.

Santita's not an invalid.

She can do plenty of things.

And I'm sure she's heard plenty

of worse insults, right?

And seen worse too.

You look beautiful.

-Smile for me. Thanks.

-["Chicha Dance (A)" playing]

-Where have you been?

-Hi, Cecilia. How are you?

-Where's my husband?

-Yeah, I'm good, thanks.

-Where is Alejandro?

-I don't know.

Why is everybody at this wedding

so aggressive? Back off!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?

You owe her money too?

-[Santita] Really?

-It's nothing to do with money.

You sure? 'Cause there's a woman

saying Santita owes her a lot of money,

so I assumed she's not alone.

What's going on?

Don't ask me, she's drunk

and literally lost her husband.

-Everyone in here is drunk.

-[Santita] I'm not drunk.

You're not? You must be

the only sober one here.

I've never seen

so much alcohol at a wedding.

Unless you've decided to get on the wagon.

-Get off your high-horse, for once.

-[Santita sighs]

[Lucas] Ah, Santita.

I've been looking for you.

You two made up.

-We were gonna send the twins to find you.

-We'd have to know where they are first.

Look who rolled in.

Look whose belly fat rolled out.

[Lucas] Juan Antonio, over here. Come on.

Who knows if I'll be around

next time we're all dressed so nice?

-Get over here.

-Don't be silly.

You'll be around forever.

You love bugging us too much.

When the twins get married,

you'll be the ring bearer. [chuckles]

By then, you'd better have someone who

can push defrost on my cryogenic chamber.

The girl, where'd she go?

The photographer?

-I'll go find her.

-Don't get up.

-I'll ask her to come over.

-Take your time.

-You're going to try this one, aren't you?

-Be generous!

-A toast to your, uh…

-David.

…cryogenic defroster,

whatever weird thing you said.

-[Lucas] Cheers.

-[all] Cheers.

[Lucas] Mm!

Very nice. Congratulations.

You two actually know what you're doing.

-Come dance with me.

-[Lucas] Even better than I expected.

[brother] The wine's the easy part.

It's the other bullshit that's k*lling us.

It wasn't bad until we got served

with a wrongful death suit the other day.

[brother] Came outta nowhere.

It's such a waste of money

having to pay all those lawyer fees.

Must be pretty serious

if someone filed a lawsuit?

Ah, it was all handled discreetly

with the guy's family.

Only now,

a lawyer gets involved, out of the blue,

and we've got a f*cking lawsuit

on our hands.

[brother] You wouldn't know anything

about that? Someone put them up to it.

-'Course not.

-[brother] No?

-Why would I?

-Whoever knows with you?

See, the lawyer isn't from the local area,

so someone had to go out of their way…

I don't like where this is going.

I raised you better than this.

-He raised us, did you know that?!

-[laughter]

[Lucas] Ungrateful shits.

What would you call it?

-Ever-loving negligence.

-Santita, you hear how they insult me?

The pork loin was

my good deed for the day.

-You're on your own.

-[Magda] Found her.

My father-in-law would like one of him

with his sons and daughter.

[brother] Looks tight.

Lay off the bread, brother.

You and my sister can shove it

you know where.

-Suck it in.

-Don't hold your breath for too long.

-Say, "t*tties!"

-[photographer] Ready?

[brothers and Lucas] t*tties!

-Then you wonder why I frown in pictures.

-t*tties!

-[chuckling]

-[Alejandro] You're lucky…

Is that…?

-Alejandro!

-Ah, Lucas?

-Over here! Come! A picture!

-[Alejandro] No, I just wanted to say hi.

It's an order.

I want one with my children..

-You were like a son to me

-I was.

[Lucas] Get in here!

I won't name names, but someone

screwed me out of a son-in-law.

-[brothers chuckling]

-Huh?

-Smile.

-[Santita sighs]

-And say, "syphilis"! Syphilis.

-Syphilis.

[all chuckling]

-[Santita] Ah.

-He hasn't changed.

If you want more pictures

with the family, I'll round 'em up.

No, no, no! Just the inner circle.

The only thing I want from you is a dance.

Please keep him on the dance floor

for a while, would you?

-Good to see you. Gotta go.

-Thanks for the invite.

Just like old times, you and my sister.

Such good memories!

-The good old days! Cheers.

-[brother] Cheers to that.

-"The good old days"?

-Uh-huh, sure.

[Santita scoffs]

-This is a great wedding.

-Yeah.

But ours would've been one for the ages.

-You think?

-Oh, I know.

Remember what the band's name was?

Mari…

I know it was something cheesy. Or weird.

But we thought they were cool.

Shadowmen of Waterloo.

-[chuckling] Waterloo? Not quite.

-[chuckles]

The Shadowmen of Xanadu.

-[Santita] Mm.

-[Alejandro chuckles]

They were cool.

This isn't good for us.

What isn't?

Bittersweet reminiscence.

Bittersweet reminiscence.

-Great name for a band.

-[both chuckle]

But not for a wedding.

It's cool, but a bit sad.

[chuckles]

She was looking for you.

Of course she was.

[twins giggling]

What are you doing? Get down from there.

You can't be spying on people.

No, Mauricio, it's too crowded.

Not here. I hate to say it,

but Santita was right. We are drunk.

-But maybe one?

-Yes!

[Cecilia moaning]

["Levantando Las Manos"

by El Símbolo playing]

[Alejandro] All right! Yeah!

Whoo! Come on, Mari!

Let's dance! Whoo, come on!

Look. Over there.

[chuckling] Your dad hasn't lost a step

with the ladies, has he?

-[Magda] Santita! Get glasses!

-[brother] Everybody, on the dance floor!

Here, here! Yes, yes, yes.

-Now you can dance. Whoo-hoo!

-[Alejandro] Let's go.

Yeah!

[Alejandro scatting, chuckling]

Yeah! There ya go.

[guests cheering, whooping, whistling]

-[Santita giggling]

-[Alejandro] Okay.

-I haven't danced in ages.

-[Santita chuckling]

-[soundscape fades]

-[muffled cheers]

[melancholy piano music playing]

[laughter]

[Santita] Alejandro?! Alejandro!

Alejandro. Call an ambulance!

-[Santita grunts]

-Hey. Hey.

[Santita] Alejandro. [breathing heavily]

Go find the people

you were spying on, boys!

-[Jonás] Okay, Auntie!

-[Santita] Look at me.

[Alejandro groans] What's going on?

You passed out. Just stay like this.

[Alejandro gasps] How embarrassing.

-We do have a knack for ruining weddings.

-[Alejandro groans]

-Why are you on the floor?

-'Cause I'm a doctor.

-[Alejandro] Where's your chair?

-Don't worry.

-What happened, honey?

-[Magda] They were dancing.

-All of a sudden, he's on the floor.

-Did he faint?

-Does your head hurt?

-No.

-Help me out.

-[woman] Everyone give them some space.

-The ambulance is coming.

-[brother] One, two, three.

[Mauricio] We gotta get you

to the hospital.

[tense music playing]

We'll make him comfortable and give

the medication time to take effect,

which should stabilize things.

If that all goes well,

we'll take him for tests first thing

in the morning and take it from there.

Okay, Doctor. You scared us half to death.

You have to rest now. Okay?

-Thank you, Doctor.

-[doctor] Of course.

You should call it a night.

[solemn music playing]

[Mauricio sighs]

[machine beeping rhythmically]

[takes a deep breath]

The night of the accident,

I did something I never told you.

Deathbed confessions, Mari?

Always gotta steal my thunder.

Spit it out already.

Please.

I was ashamed.

I f*cking lost my mind that night.

I drank too much.

And I couldn't think straight.

I started making out

with this guy

who was a friend of my cousin's.

I don't even remember the guy's name.

I'm not sure I knew.

We found a room,

and I don't know why,

but I slept with him, right there.

I barely remember my first time.

It's just some blur.

With a total stranger.

You were so patient and respectful,

waiting for the day I'd finally be ready.

So…

I got out of there… so freaked out.

I stumbled to my car,

and I'm not proud of this,

but I took off like a bat outta hell.

Like if I left it…

in the rearview mirror,

I'd erase the entire thing.

I doubled down.

Trying to win it back.

And the rest is history.

[Alejandro sighs]

I wish you'd told me then.

I couldn't.

It was too hard.

I didn't want to face it.

The shame was… so unbearable.

[breathes shakily] And the guilt.

[Santita sighs]

Mari…

I need your help. This can't drag on.

-You can't ask me this.

-I need you.

All I want is to go out on my own terms.

[Santita scoffs sadly]

God makes the terms.

Don't bring God into this.

It's not a life.

I don't want drugs and tubes and needles.

I want out.

[Santita sobs softly, sighs]

I'm sorry. It's too much.

[Santita sniffles]

You owe me.

[tense music playing]

[Santita sniffles]

[Santita sighs heavily]

[Santita sighs]

I'm only here because of Dad.

You don't give a f*ck about anyone else.

It's always about you.

Hey, Armando. And Lía?

[Santita] You're too important

to lose twice.

I told myself

he was better off without me.

That's a lie you've been telling yourself

for a long time.

-[Santita] It's nothing to do with you.

-It's everything to do with me.

It might be a lot to ask, but I need

a place to sleep tonight, if that's okay.

[Mauricio] Did you ever care about me?

[Santita] Thank you, my friend.

Yeah, good luck with that.

[Alejandro] We'll meet again.

I need a miracle, Santita.

[intriguing music playing]

[music fades out]