- I see you.
You know how weird you look?
- A man making art of his
beautiful wife.
- A creepy guy with his
camera hiding in the bushes,
just waiting for a
gorgeous woman to run by.
- You would put a spin on it
like that.
- Stop. No.
- So how was it?
- Three miles.
Three more miles than I'll ever
run.
- Stop, I'm all sweaty.
- Who cares?
- You're up early.
- Yeah, it was brutal.
Don't know how you do it.
- Discipline.
- Come again?
You know I don't speak Polish.
- Very funny.
- Hungry?
- I'm starving.
- Coming?
- Yeah.
- Wow, that looks amazing!
- But how does it taste, though?
- Let's see.
Hmm. So good.
- Really? Not too cheesy?
- No, it's perfect.
If you ever wanna give up
photography
and open a restaurant,
I'll totally back you up.
- Somebody's in a good mood.
- What are you talking about?
I'm always in a good mood.
- Right.
Something's up.
- Mm-mm.
- Spill it.
- I'm just seeing this huge
client today.
She's the sweetest old lady,
and she's trying to get
rid of her second house,
her husband bought for
her for some anniversary.
Can you imagine that?
Bought for her.
And she said it just like that.
As a house is a bunch
of flowers or something.
And I'm not talking about
the shack in the woods.
The house is enormous. Imagine
commission on that house.
- Now, the rest of it.
- That's it.
- We're not supposed to be
keeping secrets from each other.
- Well, it's not really a
secret.
It's more of a surprise.
- I hate surprises, and I hate
waiting.
- But it will be all worth it,
trust me.
- Okay, you can make it up to
me.
- With what?
- You can use your imagination.
Come on, it'll be like two
minutes.
- I can't.
- 60 seconds.
- I wouldn't brag about that.
- 35 seconds, Abel special,
final offer.
- Rain check.
- Fine.
You're k*lling me here.
- Oh, and since you're gonna
stay home,
maybe you can unpack some of the
boxes.
- What makes you think I'm
staying home?
- Aren't you?
- I might be going out.
- But you know, it's
been a couple of weeks.
It'll be a huge help.
- Okay.
I am the kept husband.
I cook, I clean, and I make the
bed.
- You are my
sugar baby.
That's what they call it, right?
- Funny.
- finish up for me.
Thank you.
- This is a surprise.
Hey Ma. Hi Ma.
Um, more boxes.
- I brought them.
The last of your father things.
Some things from when you were a
boy.
- Mm, so, junk.
- How can you say so?
Exactly. Junk.
I'm joking.
I'll take a look at it later.
- Where were you?
- I was on a hike.
- With all that?
- I took a horse.
- Oh.
- That's a joke, too.
- Was this for a client?
- Not this time.
- Ah.
- English, Ma. Is speaks
English.
- I see.
- It's all right, Mom.
- Sorry.
- Sorry.
I forget.
- It's fine.
- Sometimes I forget what I'm
saying.
Anyway, I was telling Abel
that his cousin is getting
married,
and will need a photographer.
- I don't do that kind of job.
- But it is photography, no?
I don't understand.
He's a lawyer.
They could pay you good money.
I don't understand.
- I don't do weddings, and
we've talked about this, so.
- I am only saying this could be
a chance
to make money from your hobby.
- Well, actually, one of my
clients wants to hire Abel.
- See?
- What client?
- The one with the big mansion
upstate.
I told you about her this
morning.
So, I, I met with her.
And let me tell you, this
lady has more money than God.
- Ah, Isabel.
- Sorry. I mean, she's so
wealthy.
But I told her how great Abel
is.
And she decided to hire you on
the spot.
- I really, for what?
- What else did she say?
- She said she'll give you a
call.
- For what kind of work?
- A, a portrait of a,
of a friend, I think.
- Ah, that's fantastic.
Uh, who knows?
If she has connections and
it turns into something else,
more jobs.
- Was this the surprise?
- What surprise?
- Well...
- Yes. What surprise?
- Maybe we should do it later.
- If you guys, I'm
sorry.
I, I'm, I-
- No, no, no.
- You want to
talk by yourself, I leave.
- No, it's, it's, I think it's
fine.
- Fine.
- Oh, she's, keep it in
English for a second, okay?
It's fine.
- So.
- When?
- Couple of weeks.
I went to the doctor today to
confirm.
It's finally happening.
Thank you so much.
- No, thank you.
Well, congratulations kid.
- Thank you.
- Thank you for letting
me be part of this.
Of Course.
- it's so important.
- Thank you.
- Bye, Ma.
Well, I love your mom, but
I thought she'd never leave.
- She does that.
- Now, I've lived with
my imagination all day.
Let's see if you measure up.
- Mm.
- Is.
Is.
It's, it's not happening.
- Mm? Why not?
- Shuut.
Not today.
- What's wrong?
- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- What are you doing?
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
Go back to sleep.
- You scared me.
- I'm sorry.
- What should we name him?
- We can talk about that
tomorrow, okay?
- Abel.
- Abel.
How many did you take?
- Couldn't sleep.
- You're probably covered in
ticks.
I have to go, Sylvia's
gonna call you today.
- Who?
- My client, remember?
The one who wants to hire you?
- Yeah.
- Take her call.
She wants something soon.
Are you okay?
- I'm fine, Is.
- Abel.
I love you.
- I love you too.
- This is private property, kid.
- This is Abel.
- Good morning, Abel.
- Is this Sylvia?
- Yes, how are you, dear?
- I'm good, thanks.
- That is wonderful to hear.
I was talking to Isabel,
and she was telling me all about
you.
And I had the most wonderful
idea.
I want to commission you.
I need a portrait of a
dear, dear friend of mine.
- Uh-huh.
- When are you available?
- I'd have to check my calendar.
- Well, money's no issue.
It's absolutely no issue.
And I have to have it done
today.
- I can do that.
- Hey, hey, kid, you
can't be playing here!
- Marvelous.
- Here, try this.
Come here, Sugar.
Come here, my little sugar.
Oh, you're such a good boy,
Sugar.
Now, Sugar, beg.
Oh, such a good boy, Sugar.
Now, Sugar, point.
You are such a handsome
boy, yes, you are, Sugar.
So handsome.
What do we think about his
collar?
Should we change it?
- I love it.
- I do, too, it's from Milan.
I can't even tell you how much
it cost.
Oh, sugar, you're such a
handsome boy.
Yes, you are, Sugar.
You're so handsome.
Are you thirsty, Sugar?
Would you like some water?
He looks parched.
I'm gonna go get him some water.
I'll be right back.
Stay there, Sugar, stay there.
Good boy, Sugar.
- No, no, hey, hey.
Hey.
Hey, no.
Get off.
Get out.
Hey, go, get out.
- How did the sh**t go?
- Did you know it was her dog?
Sugar.
Father Time himself.
You knew?
- I knew it was a job.
And I know she's rich, and I
thought,
I think it can turn into
something else, you know?
- It was a f*cking dog, Is.
- It's money.
- Can't believe you knew.
- How much is she paying you?
Oh my God, Abel.
- It's not about the money.
- Well, maybe it should be.
I mean, all of that for one day.
- I hated every second of it.
- I know you did, but this is
fantastic.
This is what all we
needed, especially now.
- Yeah.
- I am sorry about the dog.
I should have not tricked you
like that.
- It's fine.
- Hey, I'm sorry.
I made an appointment today.
In a few weeks, we can go in
and hear the heartbeat together.
- That's great.
- Abel, I apologize.
I don't know what else I could
say.
- It's okay, Is.
- Doesn't seem like it.
- What do you want me to say?
- I really didn't wanna hurt
you, okay?
How can I make it up to you,
hmm?
- It's fine, really.
- It doesn't seem fine.
- I'm tired, Is, I'm really
tired.
Today was excruciating.
I spent the day with that rat,
but I did it for us, for the
money.
So it's done.
Now, can we move on, please?
- Abel?
- What?
- I don't know what, you tell
me.
- Is, I am really tired.
Okay. Really.
- You're tired, that's it?
You're tired because you
passed out in a lawn chair
like an addict.
- So now you're gonna walk away-
- Shut up!
- Hey!
Hey, stop.
Stop.
- I told you.
I told you.
But you know what?
f*ck you, little piece
of sh*t, do you hear me?
Every time I see you,
it's private property.
- I told you.
I told you, you little piece of
sh*t.
You keep coming back, huh?
You piece of sh*t!
You, you listen, piece of sh*t!
- Hey, hey, hey, kid.
- Hey, hey, kid, wake up.
Wake up, hey, kid, wake up.
Wake up, hey, hey, hey!
Wake up.
- What the f*ck.
I f*cking k*lled him.
I f*cking k*lled him.
I f*cking k*lled him.
- Abel?
Hi, Ma.
- I'm tired, I just woke up.
- Well, can you come open the
door?
- What?
- Your door is locked,
and I have been knocking.
- You're, you're here?
- How are you still
sleeping, Abel, it's late?
Can you come open the door?
- It's, it's, it's not a good
time, Ma.
- Well, I am here.
- I I'm in
the middle of something.
- You say you just woke up.
- It's, just, it's not a good
time.
- Hi, can you let me in?
I brought you some things.
- I'm busy.
- Are you in the toilet, Abel?
- Yes.
- I will wait.
- Ma, not now.
Not now. Ma.
- I will go.
- Hello?
- Hi.
Do you have a second?
- Yeah, I can talk.
- I am sorry about last night.
- Mm-hmm.
- Is, I'm trying here.
- What time did you come to bed?
- I don't know.
It wasn't that late.
- You don't know?
- No, it wasn't long after you.
- I think you have a problem,
Abel.
- What problem?
- I think you know.
- No, Is, I have no f*cking
idea.
Why don't you tell me?
- It affects me, too, Abel.
It affects our family.
- I'm the one who's
calling to apologize here.
- For what?
- f*ck, Is.
I am trying to get us
together, but you don't.
But you don't see that, why
don't...
Why don't you go ahead and
lay it all down there for me.
Tell me exactly what a piece of
sh*t I am.
Go ahead, I'm waiting.
- You are such an as*h*le.
So, do you love it?
- f*ck.
- Hey, you go into my house,
huh?
Answer me, did you go in my
f*cking house?
Did you not hear me?
Did you go in my house?
Are you f*cking deaf?
Answer me.
- I did.
- I see you again, then we're
gonna have a f*cking problem.
- See you around, kid.
- Abel.
Abel.
- What?
- What are you doing
out here?
- What?
- I've heard you
screaming.
- The back door was open.
- What?
- I, thought it was a...
Nevermind.
- Abel.
Abel.
Abel
- Is, it's late.
- Just tell me what's going on.
- Nothing's going on.
- I'm sick of you lying to me.
Don't, don't you dare say you
aren't.
- What do you want me to say?
- Why are you out here?
Why are you always out here?
- I couldn't sleep.
- Try again.
- You can stay out here if you
want to.
- Abel.
- Right, you were saying?
No, No name yet.
- I think we might just let
the kid pick his own name this
time.
Nothing.
It's a joke.
- I don't wanna speak in
Spanish, Mom.
- Huh.
- It's funny, ever since I was a
kid,
you always spoke to me in
English.
Just so we can learn.
I don't wanna switch now.
- How's everything going, good?
- It's fine, thanks.
- Mm, actually, what do
you have with caffeine?
- Coffee and tea.
- Do you have
It's a tea from Argentina.
- No. No.
- Mm.
Oh.
- Coffee's fine. You go.
- I'll be, be right back.
See Abel, it's not that hard.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
Tired.
- There must be something.
You look terrible.
- Thanks.
- Are you sick?
- I'm fine, Mom.
- When you were a boy,
used to tell me everything.
You used to tell me about
your whole day, every detail.
You would come into my
room, and sit on my bed,
and tell me everything.
I miss that.
- I don't think you wanna know
everything.
- Abel, something is the matter.
- Mom?
- Is it because you're
sleeping on the couch?
- She should not have told you.
- Why not?
I am your mother, we are family.
We are here to help each
other no matter what.
- What did she say?
- Abel, that is not the point.
The point is that you need
to make it right with her.
- I wanna know what she said.
- We got two coffees.
Here we go, anything else?
- No.
- What did she say?
- That she's worried about you.
That you won't talk to her.
That you keep things from her.
In a marriage, you must be open.
You cannot be proud in a
marriage.
Uh, you must communicate.
You must be humble.
You must know each other
hearts inside and out.
No secrets. Nothing buried.
- What did you say?
- You can't have secrets, Abel.
- I don't, do you?
- What?
- Have any secrets?
- Of course, I don't have
secrets.
- Do you know, Ma?
- Do I know what?
- Something you shouldn't?
- I don't know what you're
talking about.
- What did Is tell you?
- I told you.
- You're lying.
Tell me.
- I did.
I am your mother.
I don't like this.
- What, when someone asks you
the same question over
and over and over again?
- You will not speak to me like
this.
- Or what?
I wanna know your secret, Mom.
We're a family, right?
- Abel.
We're not supposed to keep
anything from each other, right?
You want to know everything
about me, don't you?
You first.
Is, can we talk?
Is, can we talk?
Is?
Is?
- Hey.
- Hi.
- I made breakfast.
- Yeah, I see that.
- Can we talk?
Is, I'm very sorry
I've been, I've been horrible to
you.
I've been an as*h*le, and
for that, I'm very sorry.
- Let me help you.
Whatever it is, okay, I'm here
for you.
- Okay.
- So, what's going on?
- Uh...
I can't.
- Why not?
- Because I can't.
- Well, then, I cannot help you.
By the way, Sylvia called me.
Her dog died, she wants her
pictures.
- What?
- Hello.
- What the f*ck are you doing
here?
- I thought we should have a
little chat.
- About what?
- Your secret.
You wanna talk out here
for all the world to see?
Or you wanna talk somewhere
private?
- What do you want?
- Could I have a glass of water?
Sit.
- f*ck you.
- Sit.
- I have a family.
- Doesn't have anything to do
with me.
- You tell me what the
f*ck do I have to do
to get you outta my life?
- I think you know what I want.
- I never want to see you again.
- You sure?
- This is a one-time deal.
You don't get to come back
and try it all over again.
You understand, you go,
and you go for good.
I don't want to hear a
whisper of you around here.
Not a f*cking shadow, you got
that?
- You are the boss.
- Welcome back.
- Shuuuush.
- I've been calling you
all day.
- I didn't have my phone on me.
- Where are you going?
- Uh, just to drop some stuff in
my mom's.
- What stuff?
- Clothes.
She always knows somebody
that needs something.
- Mm, need help?
- No, I got it.
- Can I come anyway?
We can go for dinner after.
- Is.
- Come on, it's gonna be a day.
It'll be fun, please.
- Not today.
Come on, come on.
- Sit, sit.
I made you cake.
- What's this?
- Some old photos with your
father.
I thought you might want them.
- You gotta teach Is how to make
this.
- Yeah.
This is easy.
Ever since you were a boy,
this was your favorite.
Do you remember when you tried
to make it?
- I remember the beating
you gave me afterwards.
- Of course.
You stay home sick.
I come home, and there is
fire pulling out of my house,
and the fire department is
flashing lights everywhere,
and the whole neighborhood is
standing outside, watching.
I first saw it
and I thought, "Oh my
gosh, my child is dead."
- You beat me to it
within an inch of my life.
- Oh, stop.
- You even used your shoe.
- Oh, so traumatic.
You are just like him.
He would be proud of you.
- You think?
- Oh, very much.
Do you remember him?
- Not much.
Just a few things.
He would scratch me with his
beard.
And I also remember when
I would stand next to him
in the truck when he drove,
no seatbelt, of course.
- Hmm.
You loved spending time with
him.
You always wanted to go
everywhere he did.
No matter what it was.
- I remember he worked a lot.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.
He was always trying to make
more money.
He had many businesses, ideas,
and plans.
He never rested.
He wanted to take care of us.
- How did he do?
- He tried.
I think that's the important
thing.
- Is it?
- He worked hard, Abel. He loved
you.
What more could you want?
- I don't think I should be a
dad.
- Oh, no, no, no, how can you
say that?
You will be a wonderful father.
- I don't want to hurt him.
- What is the matter?
- Name it.
- Can I ask you something, Abel?
- What?
- Why do you still have that?
- Get inside the house.
- What's going on?
Abel?
Abel?
- They won't help!
- f*ck!
What's happening?
- Abel.
- Just gimme a second.
- What's the matter with you?
- What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?
- What's the matter with me?!
Huh, huh, huh?!
You tell me this!
What the f*ck is the matter with
me?!
f*ck!
f*ck!
- Finished?
Is this the kind of father you
want to be?
- Shut up.
- I don't know you.
I dunno who this is.
- Do you know, Is?
- Do I know what
- You know, don't you?
- What are you talking about?
Don't lie to me.
- Don't lie.
When did you find out?
- Find out what?
- My secret.
- I don't know what the
f*ck are you talking about.
- I think you do.
I'm tired of secrets, Is.
I'm tired of lies.
- Get the f*ck outta my face!
- Okay, now it's my turn.
Stop it.
Stop.
Please, stop.
- What are you going to do with
that?
- Don't you dare take any step
closer.
- Do you have it in you?
- Let's see.
Oh, I'm sorry.
- Get out.
- I'm sorry.
- Get out.
Get the f*ck out!
- I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- I need to talk to you.
I need to tell you something.
Please.
- I have been dreading this day.
Please, do not make me do this.
- What do you know?
- Everything.
Everything.
- How do you know
- He did business with your
father?
One day, he confessed.
He told the police, he knew many
boys.
He said you were sleeping
and would not remember.
The police came later and told
us.
- You knew my entire life.
- They told us not to say
anything,
and we thought you would not
remember.
Abel, I am so sorry this
happened to you.
I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- I have to go.
I love you, Mom.
- How can you say that?
- Because you're my mom.
I need to tell you something.
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