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THE DAY OF THE DEAD IS...
Hold on, hold on.
First, let me remind you of your mothers.
I mean, of Mothers' Day, right?
Manuel and I got married in Las Vegas and later notified our families.
Are you pregnant?
If you got knocked up, it's okay.
No, Mom!
Is the wedding legit or is it like at the fair?
Mom, are you okay?
I'm great.
Happy even.
Absolutely fantastic!
Actually, they didn't react that badly.
We don't even know each other and now we're family.
- Our families met on Christmas. - No, no!
Lidia. No one can talk about Christmas.
But that's another story.
The point is, the second time they met was on Mother's Day.
The whole pack is here!
Manuel had a super idea for a business venture.
I think I'll tell Dad about the beer at lunch today.
You think that's a good idea?
As I have a master's from Stanford...
What I wanted to talk to you about...
was going into business with me.
You know, father and son.
No. No, son, no.
But what nobody knew was...
What is going on?
Francisco lost all of his money and the family is bankrupt, Mom.
You helped a man deceive his wife and his whole family?
You can't tell anyone.
I know that you know.
We're not going to pay you anything.
What are you doing? Sit down.
Hey everyone, I just wanted to tell you...
Tell us what?
Happy Mother's Day, Rosita!
We're broke!
There were more people involved in the scam.
Lots of things happened.
A battle ensued, our mothers got drunk...
It's the start of the end.
- What? - Are we poor, Dad? Is it official?
I don't care but someone has to pay the bill.
We will be fine.
We'll get through this.
I know, Francisco.
But not together.
And my father-in-law...
Those are your things, Dad.
Where am I going to live?
Why does he have to stay in our apartment, Manuel? Why?
Okay, my love. I'm sure it'll just be for a few days.
It wasn't just for a few days.
And now there is a funeral at Esmeralda's because the San Románs are no longer rich.
And it was chaos, of course.
Super weird people, fights everywhere.
We ended up covered in someone's ashes.
Hang on.
We sound crazy. Tell them the story from the start.
Okay. Here goes.
TWO DAYS EARLIER
Come
And tell me the truth
Have mercy
And tell me why
No!
Manuel!
Hi, honey! How'd it go?
I think there's going to be layoffs,
so everyone's really nervous.
Oh, that's great!
Tell me more about it later, but first...
I want you to try this.
- What's in it? - It's good, right?
- It's different. - What flavor is it?
- Beer? - It's clove. A little ginger, cranberry.
- Okay. - I'm considering a chai-flavored beer.
- Sounds good. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Actually...
- Does it need more anise? - Can we talk about beer later?
Sure. You were telling me about the layoffs.
I'll tell you later.
Sorry.
Sorry to come out and interrupt you.
Have you seen my phone? Lalito changed my ringtone.
I think it's over here on the couch.
Excuse me.
Here it is.
Right. I'll leave you to it.
Carry on.
We'll do it another time.
They found Jorge!
- What? - Really?
Dad!
Uncle Jorge?
What happened?
They found his body.
THE DAY OF THE DEAD IS CANCELLED
What does death mean to me?
People say goodbye and leave, right?
Sometimes, they don't say goodbye.
They just leave.
Death is a convention imposed by society
based on its idea of a patriarchal God.
Croaking, kicking the bucket, biting the dust, checking out.
You're in the undertaker's hands.
House of gold, pray for us. Tower of ivory, pray for us.
I'm at peace with death.
I get sleep paralysis every Wednesday.
I've lost all fear of death.
Solitude.
Silence.
Living at my son's house.
Come on! What kind of question is that? I'm 12 years old!
Do you think your dad's okay?
I don't know.
- He took it really well, right? - Yeah.
I know Jorge wasn't his favorite person, but he was his brother.
And siblings love each other, right?
It's like if I stopped loving Lalo for being a kleptomaniac.
I think he's in shock. First, his brother stole all his money,
then he turns up dead.
On top of that, your uncle made your dad cheat his friends.
Then your mother left him and...
Do you know what would be amazing?
If Dad left our house, got his money back, and we could do it however we liked
without him around?
What he really wants is to do it on the washing machine.
You just set it to delicate, and...
it practically does itself.
Yeah, but that cycle finishes really quickly.
We've let a lot of time go by, honey,
- without taking care of things. - You're completely right.
Are we being disrespectful?
Your uncle just died.
We're celebrating life.
Guys, can I come in?
I don't want to be alone.
These are his ashes.
They're for you.
I don't want them.
It was your brother's dying wish. He wanted you to have them.
If you give them to me, they're going in the trash.
What you do with them
isn't my concern.
How did he die?
It's a mystery. No one knows.
A strange accident.
That's all I know.
Did he leave anything behind? A note or a will?
Yes! Sorry, I almost forgot.
This.
- What's this? - I don't know.
- And the money? - What money?
- The money my brother had. - You'll have to speak to Martha.
Who's Martha?
His widow, so to speak.
They seem well-off, no?
Yes, it has potential. A good location, right, honey?
The land is the only thing of value. I'd tear down the house.
- Of course. - We could remodel it if you like,
if that'd make you happier.
No, that's not the problem. It just feels old-fashioned.
Right? Remodeling everything would be too expensive.
This is a really special house,
my children grew up here.
It's full of memories.
And saltpeter, and mold.
Where's the bathroom?
It's a spacious, comfortable bathroom.
Fuck.
Are you buying it?
We're thinking about it.
Did they mention the animals?
What animals?
This house was built on a pet cemetery.
- What? - The owner went crazy and killed them all.
Sixteen puppies, all at once!
No.
That's not true, kid.
You don't have to believe me. My dad didn't believe me either.
And now...
I don't have a dad.
Honey, we have to go.
- We have to go. - Where?
We have to go. Thanks so much.
Bye!
I don't get it. What's the problem?
Relax.
Maybe after what happened to Uncle Jorge we won't have to sell it.
Oh, sweetheart.
I don't know why no one likes the house.
You can get really picky.
The cultists liked it, but you wouldn't sell it to them.
They wanted to have orgies in the bedrooms.
If you're not there, why does it matter?
They wanted to sacrifice a goat, so that their gods
would favor the move.
No way. No one's sacrificing a goat in my house.
See what I mean? You get too picky.
I really need to sell it. I'm almost out of furniture to sell.
Forget about that. Focus on selling girdles.
I'm really bad at it.
No, she's not bad at it.
She's terrible.
What's wrong with you? Selling girdles is a noble calling.
Anyone can do it.
She's the worst!
The worst saleswoman ever!
She goes around telling people to save their money.
Now that she's poor...
That's hot!
- Turn off the cold water, Rosa! - Sorry!
For once, I'd like to take a relaxing shower.
Look on the bright side.
I use these quiet moments to reflect on myself, to meditate.
We have to use our time well, right?
It'll be a bit slippery, but it's fine.
No, Rosita, I don't want that.
You don't?
Well, I do, but not now.
- Let's talk about the altar for the dead. - We already did.
We said it was too expensive and a waste of food.
And how would we get rid of the perforated paper? Think of the planet.
Sure, Rosita,
but the Day of the Dead is a celebration in honor of our loved ones.
All my loved ones know that I don't like visitors.
Wouldn't Emilio and Lidia like it?
So what?
Don't they want to honor their dad?
We don't need to set up an altar to honor José Luis.
We talk about him all the time.
We never talk about him.
We do too.
Only when you're complaining.
That's not true.
"The car isn't working because Dad didn't fix it."
"The shower isn't working because Dad didn't fix it."
I get it.
You don't visit him.
I think it was a bad idea to take your dad's ashes
to Desierto de los Leones.
He wanted us to scatter his ashes in the Sonoran Desert, but...
We didn't have the money, and this was the next best thing.
It's far away and I never feel like going.
Lidia and I go.
I'll go one of these days.
I've always thought you had unfinished business with him.
Not at all.
That's why you don't fix the house.
That's why you won't marry Jaime!
Come on!
It's all so obvious.
Jaime...
I thought he was going to propose on Mother's Day.
He didn't because he respects my independence.
- Because he was afraid you'd refuse. - Of course not!
Don't tell me about it.
- Tell Poke. - Poke? Why?
He took a semester of psychology. He knows this stuff.
Do you remember Laura the hairdresser?
- He cured her fear of cats. - Laura isn't afraid of cats.
So, the treatment worked. That Poke is a genius.
I'm late.
- Give my best to your partners. - Sure.
I know my uncle's death took us by surprise.
Life is short.
Emilio, you never met my uncle.
I didn't know Juan Gabriel either, but I cried for him.
Okay.
Well, life goes on.
I worked all morning on this.
What is it?
Our company organization chart.
Emilio, you're the director of maintenance and technical support.
You made that up.
Sofía, it's not made-up. It's an essential company position.
I thought you were giving me more of an administrative position.
Like what?
Human resources, maybe?
I'm the one in charge of that.
When did we decide that?
It was a corporate decision. As CEO, it wasn't easy. Anyway,
Emilio doesn't know enough about it.
That doesn't mean I couldn't do it.
That's true, but let's move on to you, Sofía.
Director of design.
And what are you?
The CEO. And head of human resources.
And financial director.
Can I jump in? Thanks.
Let me explain all this. I'm the head of the legal department...
I don't mean to complain, you know?
But why do you have so many positions?
Give me that!
Who among us has the most business experience?
I'm clearly a born leader.
None of us do, Manuel!
Which of us has a master's degree from Stanford?
Stop talking about your degree!
I do.
Sure, but I've read self-help and business books too.
For example, Rich Dad Poor Dad, or The Monk Who Bought a Red Lamborghini.
Let's change the subject.
Let's discuss the investors' meeting.
I know you're excited. You know what? Me too.
I know what I'm going to wear. A shirt I bought at the flea market.
I'm going alone.
You said you'd bring us.
It would be overwhelming for all of us to go.
No offense, Manuel,
but you've gone alone before and it hasn't worked out.
I learned the art of negotiation in my master's program.
I also learned from my father. I'm a businessman.
No, thank you.
I'm working right now.
San Román Beer.
We'll be in touch.
Son of a bitch...
Listen, this isn't what we're looking for.
I'm not the problem. The problem was the beer's flavor.
That's why I created two new flavors to take to the meeting.
We've got rosemary, citrus and mint, and also cranberry and blue cheese.
- How about the gummy beer? - It's the best one.
Yeah, it has a perfect balance.
It tastes like the gummies at the bottom of the glass.
Yeah, it turned out great.
You're right. I'm not bringing it.
Trust me, I'm in my element.
That's why I'm director of product development.
And of human resources.
So if I want to file a complaint about you, I have to report it to you?
Exactly. You see? I'm in my element. Besides,
I just came up with a new speech.
It's going to be great.
San Román isn't just any beer.
It's a craft beer
brewed with flavors that are both subtle and intense.
It's a beer for the discerning consumer, for those unafraid of pushing boundaries.
The beer for those who break the rules.
San Román Beer.
- Craft beer? - Right.
- Are you serious? - No, man.
Everyone has a craft beer.
- We've heard three pitches this week. - My mother has her own brand.
My boyfriend has two.
When he gets bored, he switches.
I doubt they're like San Román Beer.
How's yours different?
You'll understand when I show you.
One each, obviously.
Careful, that's mahogany.
You can ask for seconds.
- What's that flavor? - Cheese.
Exactly! Blue cheese.
It's the perfect beer to go with a big steak
together with a pear salad.
This is the most disgusting thing I've tasted in my life.
Yeah, I hate to say it, but...
It's a beer for someone who wants to quit beer.
What're you looking at?
You're next!
No.
Thank you.
- Lidia, let's discuss your future here. - Okay.
We've been assessing your work...
It's unfair of you to fire me!
Why don't you fire my boss? I'm the one doing all the work.
He spends his time at business lunches that last for hours.
After that, he takes his nap. Why not?
We can't even wake him up for his meetings.
We're not firing you, Lidia.
You're not?
But we are firing your boss. That's right. Make a note.
Is it because of what I said?
We know perfectly well that you're the one doing the work.
So what's this about?
You're here because we want to offer you
the position of regional vice president of finance.
You should have opened with that!
And also, we want you to be the one to open our new branch in Monterrey.
We're moving the entire department there.
To Monterrey?
Which Monterrey?
Monterrey, Nuevo León.
Near Cerro de la Silla?
Is there another?
We know that expenses are involved,
but don't worry, the company will cover everything.
You're getting a raise, along with better benefits.
I'll need to discuss it with my husband.
Don't take too long. If you don't take it,
we have to give it to Fernández.
But Fernández spends all day in the bathroom.
Fernández doesn't know what department he works in.
That's Fernández for you...
I'm just putting it out there.
He's the owner's godson.
He's a great guy.
Misunderstood.
You have 24 hours to give us an answer, Lidia.
Okay?
Okay.
Twenty-four hours.
Sure. I recognize that it's a pretty big change.
Monterrey isn't next door.
But it's an hour-and-a-half flight. It's not that far.
It would be good, right?
You and me, alone, like when we lived in the United States.
People there think they're gringos because they're three hours from McAllen.
Away from our families, Manuel. Without that pressure.
You're really not tempted?
- I want it. - Honey...
Honey.
I think I need to process this.
Think it over.
No rush, no pressure.
Except for the fact that they want an answer in 24 hours.
I have to tell Emilio and Sofía, they can't launch the business alone.
- Okay. - I have to talk to my parents.
To my family. They're going through a tough time. They need me.
Talk to them, but do it fast, okay?
Sorry.
Listen, guys...
Do I look okay?
You look great, Dad.
I'm seeing Esmeralda.
What about my tie?
Is it too much?
No, you look great.
- Dad! - Hello, son!
You didn't decorate?
Don't mention that to Mom. Come on! We're in here!
I haven't been here since Mother's Day.
- It's really changed. - Really empty, you mean.
But it's nice to sit on the floor.
Very hippy.
It reminds me of our youth.
- Please, don't be ridiculous! - Mom!
We're here to talk about the funeral, okay?
Right.
Did you send the obituary?
No one reads newspapers. Who cares?
I want everyone to know he died.
- And for them to stop blaming me. - It's your fault too.
- Mom! - Mom!
We sent it.
Thanks for this.
It was Sofía's idea. It's going to be really simple.
- Don't expect much. - Anything is fine.
My asshole of a brother doesn't deserve it.
Mom, can I say... too?
No, honey.
Only your... of a father can do that.
Honey, please.
Don't call me "honey."
- Not in front of the kids! - Listen.
This will be really good for everyone, okay?
It will bring closure and help us heal.
The funeral's tomorrow, right?
Right.
Perfect!
You know what tomorrow is, right?
- Is this too dressy? - No, you look perfect.
I rented this from Poke because I don't have anything formal.
An open collar looks better.
Do you like it?
I've only been to one funeral. My dad's. I don't remember people dressing up.
Of course not, I wouldn't allow it. Your dad hated stuffiness.
I remember that people came in shorts and flip-flops with black socks.
Not really.
- I also remember you didn't cry. - I didn't?
How do you remember? You were so young.
I even remember the day I was born. On a rainy Thursday.
I told you that.
I already knew it.
Jaime!
Hurry up! We're running late!
You brought bread of the dead!
The year's first bread of the dead!
- Oh, Jaime... - What?
We've been getting it from the supermarket since August.
- No... - If I'd known you wanted some,
I'd have brought you one filled with chocolate bunnies.
Haven't you tried the chocolate ones?
No!
If you eat bread of the dead early, it's like eating any other bread!
And it doesn't come with bunnies! No hazelnut, no chocolate, nothing!
It's bread and sugar. That's it!
It does have those things.
Don't get mad. Your eye's twitching.
No one respects the meaning of things!
You can get it in cereal.
Then eat your damn cereal.
- Why'd you say that? Are you okay? - He has to get used to the idea.
No, I'm not okay.
I hate that people no longer respect Bezelao and Xonaxi Quecuya,
the gods from the Zapotec underworld.
It pisses me off!
Look, let's eat our bread of the dead
- and then we'll go. - I'll be right there.
- I'm waiting for this thing I ordered. - What did you order?
It's not much. Something to express my condolences.
Didn't you say it was simple, Mom?
There wasn't a better picture?
It was the best I could find.
He wasn't a photogenic man.
Well, at least he's smiling.
Is the body here?
Why are you so excited?
It'll be the first dead body I've seen.
The first of many, hopefully.
- What? - Nothing.
Lalo, go get changed, please.
You can't look like that at your uncle's funeral.
But, Mom, it's also Halloween!
It's unfair to make me choose between the two.
You could at least have dressed up as a vampire.
- You'd look more elegant. - I thought about it. They're immortal.
But zombies are the living dead.
- It fits better. - I guess,
but I wish you were more formal.
- Everyone's... - The body!
Lalo!
Oh,
it's you guys.
Nice to see you too, kid.
Sorry. Come on in.
Where's Jaime?
- He's coming. - I brought you something.
Turn to the right. That's it.
Yes, straight ahead. Exactly.
To the left.
- No, to the right. - There, that's perfect.
Are the flowers yours?
It looks nice.
Where did you get all this?
The flour for the cookies was cheap because it was past its expiry date.
I cut the flowers from Rosaura's garden across the street from me.
And Poke lent me the chairs.
I have to return them by eight in the morning
because they're being used for a baptism.
I'm so proud of you.
You're becoming quite an entrepreneur.
The bad part is that a lot of people don't appreciate what I'm doing.
- They don't? - Between you and me,
I don't think this wake is going to be popular.
- How are you? - How are you, Jaime?
- Hello. - Hello.
Where should I put my uncle?
- That's the dead person? - Yes.
- No... way! - Hey!
Lalo!
Sorry! I feel ripped off.
Look!
Is it okay there?
Perfect.
Don't light the candles. I'm returning them to the store.
Like I said, I'm proud of you!
Your wife is becoming quite an entrepreneur.
Why did you bring him like that? Processed! I wanted a real corpse.
Damn kid.
Why?
I had so many ideas.
- How's therapy, Lalo? - They can't afford it.
Why didn't you decorate this year, Esmeralda?
Because I had to sell the decorations.
Sorry.
It doesn't matter.
If you'd told me, I'd have found some.
Right, Christmas decorations would've worked well.
CHRISTMAS LAST YEAR (THE DAY THE FAMILIES MET)
No one gets that joke, Lidia. Be quiet.
Don't hit me.
Our Christmases used to be fabulous.
And our Halloweens were epic.
Trick or treat!
Hello.
Trick or treat.
- What? - Trick or treat.
Sure. Come get your candy.
Candy! A lot of candy.
- Me! Me! - A lot of candy.
- Candy! - Me!
There's more! Come here.
Last year was the best.
- I dressed up as a witch. - I thought you were Irma Serrano.
Two years ago, I went as Freddy Krueger.
Wasn't she Laura Bozzo?
I thought she was Alfredo Palacios.
We had our Halloween traditions too.
Kids!
- Mom! - Mom!
Honey...
- Can we go trick-or-treating? - No.
- What if we make our own costumes? - No.
Yes!
- No. - Why not?
We just need two sheets and some scissors.
- No! - Why not?
How many times do I have to explain that Halloween
was invented by Yankee imperialists,
and that in this house,
we don't support that kind of cultural invasion.
Let's eat!
Why not?
- Party pooper. - It's a scam!
Explain why I have to buy candy to give to other kids, only for you two
to go out and confront nighttime dangers to ask for the very same candy?
I can just buy it and give it to you myself.
- You're giving us candy? - No.
Because we have to fight cavities.
Mom.
What if there are trick-or-treaters today?
Lalo, if anyone comes, you have my permission
to deal with the situation however you think best, honey.
- Really? - Yes.
- Right on! - I'll go with him.
Some people get violent
if you don't give them sugar.
- How're you doing? - Fine.
- I was just thinking. - About what?
A year ago, our uncle was alive.
We still had money, our parents were together.
This was our house.
Technically, it still is, until we sell it.
But you're right, sis.
Sometimes life throws things at us that we can't control.
- Yeah. - What would you think if I told you
that Lidia and I are going to move to Monterrey?
Really?
Let's go!
Goodbye, Manuelito!
I know it's a tough time for the family, for you,
for the company. We haven't been able to pull together the money.
Maybe it's a sign, you know?
That's too bad.
Seriously, things happen for a reason.
I mean, I could still work with you from there.
First you need to get set up, find your way around,
try the roasted goat, grill some steaks.
- You'll be really busy. - Not that busy.
That's not something the CEO of a company does.
You could appoint a substitute.
- Yes... - I mean, just to pick a random name...
- I could do it? - No... way.
What?
- You want me to go. - No, Manuel, of course not.
I knew you didn't like how I ran the company.
Your management doesn't leave anything for us.
- I let you pick the bottle. - And then changed it.
I had to use my expertise.
- Your master's, I know. - Not just my master's, Sofía.
Who studied the biographies of Gates, Jobs, and Slim?
Who watched The Wolf of Wall Street ten times in a single week?
Who got banned from the Shakira fan forum for being too intense?
They were saying that her early work was better than her latest stuff.
And everything that Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll does is perfect!
I don't want you to go. But if you do go,
it's my time to be strong and step up to the challenge.
For the good of the beer.
Traitor!
Excuse me, Francisco.
Don't run.
Take it easy.
Trick or treat!
- Trick or treat! - No, kids.
Halloween isn't even a Mexican tradition.
Why don't you go home,
and return on the Day of the Dead for your calaverita?
But... you're giving us candy, right?
No, my little friend, we don't have any.
But this is going to help build your tolerance to frustration.
So get out of here. Go on.
- Bye. - Bye.
Bye.
Traditions are being forgotten.
- What? - They are!
Kids today are growing up without the magic
of a real Day of the Dead.
No, Jaime.
The Day of the Dead is really popular right now. It's in the movies.
That's a fake, Hollywood version.
It's not like when I was a kid.
You're getting nostalgic, aren't you?
Yeah, so?
I'll wait till you're done.
Come on! In slow motion?
Jaime!
What?
This is just like Coco,
but more boring!
At least Coco had magic alebrijes.
Lalo, what do magical alebrijes have to do with the Day of the Dead?
A lot. That's what the movie says.
In Oaxaca do they do a parade like us?
No. What parade?
We have one every year.
Well, yes, Lalo, but they got that from James Bond.
That means gringos are making the Day of the Dead more popular.
Not at all! Don't you see?
- How can you think that, Lalo? - It's true, Jaime.
No!
- Is that Jaime? - What's going on?
Maybe he heard there's chamoy-flavored calaveritas at the supermarket.
- Is that true? - No.
This is so sad.
Should I call Poke and have him bring the guys?
No, it's fine as it is.
My dad's funeral was packed. Standing room only.
Yeah.
Everybody loved that man.
Even his old kindergarten teacher came.
And the man who helped him at the tax office.
I want something amazing.
I'll be dressed in a sequin suit.
My coffin pimped out with an airbrushed image of my donkey Ramiro.
Fireworks, all my ex-girlfriends crying.
Banda MS playing "El Patrón" while they launch my ashes into space.
- Something like that. - Good thing you haven't planned it.
What do you want? We've never talked about it.
I want to be frozen like Walt Disney.
- I'm serious. - Me too.
I want to be frozen, then thawed out
when they've found a cure for whatever killed me.
And if not, just leave me in the fridge forever.
Mom.
I don't like talking about this stuff.
Yeah, it happens.
That's a sign of pain you haven't dealt with.
That's what Poke would say, I'm sure.
It's time to wrap this up. No one else is coming.
- No! - Why not?
We could wait a little longer.
Yeah, Dad. You should say a few words.
Why me?
- He was your sibling, Dad. - Yeah.
I'm sure you miss him.
Even if siblings can wish you'd disappear from the face of the Earth.
- Oh, Manuel. - Who has siblings?
- He's talking about me. - I still don't get it.
I don't know what to say, Sofí.
Think of a nice memory you have of him.
I know!
When we were kids, we sold lemonade on our street.
We did really well. We made a lot of money.
With my share, I wanted to buy a yo-yo and some marbles.
But...
But what?
But Jorge kept all the money.
Because he'd cut the lemons and put the sugar in the water.
Does anyone else want to share a story with us?
I do!
He'd make me laugh sometimes.
For example, on my birthday.
We had a game. He'd have money in one of his hands.
If I guessed which one, I could keep the money,
but if I was wrong, I had to pay him.
Why didn't we see it sooner?
I'll get rid of the kids.
Hello, sir.
I like your costume, but we don't have any candy.
Besides, you're too old to be trick-or-treating, aren't you?
Is this Jorge San Román's funeral?
- Yes. - Get out of the way.
I didn't think you were coming, Humberto.
I came to make sure he was dead.
There's a rumor that he faked it to keep the money.
I love conspiracy theories.
Uncle Jorge probably went to live on the same island
that Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley, and Juan Gabriel live on.
- Those are his ashes. - Did you test them?
It could just be dust.
I never thought of that.
Give me some Tupperware and I'll have it tested at a lab.
You think I'd give him Tupperware? What if he doesn't return it?
Go ahead. Everything's really good.
Chatita! Thanks for coming.
We couldn't believe the bastard's really dead.
Do you think that I am an idiot?
Aren't you the fortune teller?
- Yes, that's me. - You should've warned me!
Do you know if Martha's coming?
Martha... Martha...
- Hello. - Hello.
Can I talk to you?
Did you know she'd interrupt us? Or are you surprised?
Don't listen to him. Come here!
Come here, Francisco.
None of these people are here to say goodbye to your brother.
They're here to bad-mouth him.
- So what? - It's disrespectful to the deceased.
I've spoken ill of him a few times myself,
but only when friends are around.
They're blowing off steam. Let them do it.
If I'd known Chatita would come, I'd have tried harder with the cookies.
Jorge!
Who's she?
Why?
Martha!
Who?
I have some bad news, and I'm not sure how you'll take it.
Is Ramiro okay?
Tell me the truth! No...
No, I'm not sure I want to know.
Oh, God! Ramiro!
He was so young! So full of life!
- God, take me instead! - No, buddy.
No, Emilio, you know how I feel about donkeys.
- Ramiro's fine. - You scared me.
Why would you say that?
I didn't say anything.
The thing is, I'm moving to Monterrey.
- Right, Lidia told us. - No.
I have to quit the company.
Really?
Too bad!
You could at least pretend, couldn't you?
I swear I'm sad about it.
Can I direct human resources?
What?
If you leave, there'll be a lot of vacancies.
I'm leaving a gaping hole in the company.
- You need me. - You'll be in our hearts.
But we'll get through it. I promise.
Thanks for everything! Good luck!
Mom, I'm gonna manage human resources!
That's nice.
What're you doing?
Esmeralda sent me to get wine.
You see her oven? It's amazing.
It's pretty sweet.
It's like outer-space technology.
You just press the numbers. You don't have to calculate anything.
When I'm a millionaire, I'm buying you one of these,
but we both know you'll refuse it.
My oven and I have a long history together.
No, it's not heating up.
Let's see.
Give it a chance.
- If you rush it, it won't work. - I thought it was fixed.
It is. It's working fine.
No, the cookies are still raw.
They're raw right now, but have some faith.
No. "Have faith." That's what you said about the fridge, the shower, and the car.
- What's the matter? - How can you ask that?
At this rate, I'm going to be the biggest believer in the neighborhood.
When I get back, I'll check it again.
Listen.
Why don't you let me call a plumber?
Rosa, I'm offended.
If we call a plumber,
we can't go to the beach. We promised the kids.
- They're so young, they won't remember. - I promised them.
I'll pick up a new tube, which I think is the problem,
- and it'll be fixed tonight. - Don't be too late.
Don't miss me too much.
He never came back with the tube.
You never told me that.
No.
That's why you don't want a new oven.
Because that would mean saying goodbye to Dad forever.
Emilio, stop talking nonsense.
It's not nonsense.
I'm emotionally very intelligent.
That's not why. We need to save money.
That's why you won't fix things in the house.
That's why you won't let Jaime fix anything. If he goes out for a tube,
he might not come back.
That's why you won't marry Jaime!
Emilio, stop listening to Martha Debayle, it's really messing you up.
She's making me a better person.
I wonder...
Excuse me. Nice to see you.
- Did you tell your family? - I'm doing it now.
No pressure or anything, okay?
I just want you to know that I have to give them an answer. Today.
Yeah, honey. I know.
Just a friendly reminder, you know?
Just so you know, that's all.
Why don't we go to your room?
Just like that?
Just like that.
We have to celebrate life.
It'll be a little uncomfortable. There's no bed.
I don't need a bed.
Let's go.
Trick or treat!
Catrina skeletons. So typical.
At least it's Mexican.
Do you know who Posada was?
Hurry up with the candy.
You're not getting anything.
- We've got nothing, kids. - We want candy!
- No!
What's wrong?
Jaime, those kids are the worst!
- You know them? - Yeah.
They painted the neighbor's chihuahua pink
and burned down Mrs. Ochoa's tree.
Hoodlums.
Well, I taught them everything they know.
If they're your friends, talk to them.
No, Jaime!
It's too late.
They'll try to overrun the house!
That's what I'd do.
We've only got one option.
Defend it.
- Let's get to it. - Let's go.
Hello.
Did you know the deceased?
Yes.
How did you know him?
We were friends.
- Oh. - Friends with benefits.
I miss you so much! Why did you leave me? Why?
I don't know what got into you!
It's been building up.
I've never seen you this happy.
Considering...
that my dead uncle is downstairs.
I just feel like things are going to start getting better for us.
We're not in such bad shape.
No, of course not, but...
It'll be nice not to run into your father in the bathroom before dawn.
Honey, you know...
- I'm still not sure about going. - No, right.
It's okay.
No pressure.
No pressure, but I can hope, can't I?
Can we manage one more?
Jorge was a wonderful man.
Wonderful in every sense of the word.
- Really? - Thank you.
Listen, do you know anything about...
He was so generous, kind...
He was so open-minded in the bedroom, always willing to try new things.
No need for details. Thank you.
Maybe you've got the wrong Jorge.
Right, this is Jorge San Román.
Of course I'm talking about Jorge San Román.
My wild little tiger, I'm going to miss you so much.
It runs in the family.
We're tigers.
You always seemed like a hairless dog to me.
Did he ever mention...
Do you know how he died?
Of course I know. I was with him during his last days.
It was really strange.
Really strange, because we were eating turkey on a yacht,
and he suddenly started choking on a bone.
Merry Christmas, asshole.
I hope you choke on a turkey bone.
But that's not how he died.
He started coughing and coughing,
and he tripped and fell off the yacht into the ocean.
That's when...
That's when the shark ate him.
I hope a shark eats him.
Have I killed Jorge?
- No. - Of course not.
Jorge was killed by a shark. I was there.
This is nice. Your kitchen's really nice.
Rosita says you're having a hard time selling it.
Yeah.
Well, it's partly my fault.
But it's also the buyers' fault for being so gullible.
I told some of them there was a demonic clown in the plumbing.
Good job.
A man always defends his turf.
I thought you'd be mad.
And if I were you,
I'd consider the apartment.
More people, more places to explore.
More chances to cause trouble.
Keep moving. No candy here.
Like how?
Some kids shaved all the cats in my building.
Rookies.
And the rats!
If there's enough of them, they take over the parking lot.
Rats?
Imagine what I could do with some trained rats!
I'm sure you could make anywhere your turf.
Keep moving. No candy here.
Francisco, what's going on with you?
I killed Jorge.
No, you didn't.
I put it into the universe...
and it was given to me.
I manifested it.
That thing about manifesting does not work.
If there were, I'd have sold at least one girdle.
I lost control of my superpowers.
You don't have superpowers.
I do too.
My power of seduction. My power of rallying people.
My power of burping the alphabet.
Oh, no!
It's true that with great power comes great responsibility.
And now Jorge's dead.
- But, Francisco... - Mom.
- Yes? - Can I talk to you?
I'll be right back.
Mom, look...
Make it quick, Manuel. Your father's on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
- What's wrong with Dad? - Nothing. What's up?
This is going to be hard for you.
But Lidia wants us to move to Monterrey.
- That's nice! - What?
Living in Monterrey would be lovely. They have amazing sunsets.
I lived in Monterrey years ago.
It's beautiful. They had steaks, they had roasted goat, and water.
No, Mom!
The truth is, I can't go.
Why not? You'll love the mountains.
Because I can't leave you guys.
- Who? - All of you.
We're fine. It's all under control. I have my job.
- And, honestly... - No, look, Mom.
Things in our family are not great.
Seeing what happened to Uncle Jorge, the family needs me.
Manuel, we're fine. Really.
Your siblings and I are a team. Lalo cooks.
Sofí does the laundry.
Go to Monterrey, honey.
Live your life.
I can suggest some restaurants in San Pedro for you to try.
Go.
Do you remember when Dad died?
Kind of. I was really young.
Do you remember if Mom cried?
No. Mom doesn't cry. I think it's to save water.
I don't think she's over Dad yet.
That's why she doesn't get a new oven or a car.
- You knew? Why didn't you tell me? - I thought you already knew, Emilio.
I have a theory.
She won't marry Jaime because she hasn't let go of Dad?
Seriously, Lidia?
I want to know if the situation will get better.
That's really tricky.
It's horrible, isn't it?
Did my brother...
ever mention me?
All the time.
He would always tell me how much he loved you,
how much he admired you.
I'm not buying it.
Well, believe it. Believe it, because it's true.
He also said you had a beautiful family.
He also told me about the money.
- He felt really bad. - You know about the money?
Yes. He told me about it a few days before he died.
But he was planning on giving it all back.
Really?
He invested the money in villas in the Turks and Caicos.
On the beach. They were beautiful, I saw some pictures.
He wanted to sell the villas
to get the money back and return it to you all.
He felt terrible because he wanted to be part of the family again.
But he never had the chance to sell them.
Did he?
I mean, I'm not interested in material things.
I'm just curious.
Unfortunately, the poor thing was eaten by a shark.
But I do have a way of getting the money back.
All of it.
Oh, well. They didn't come back.
Shall we go back inside?
Too bad. They've forgotten everything I taught them.
Maybe they didn't know what to do without you.
- Hurry, Jaime! Save yourself! - No, let's go!
Take cover!
Let's do this!
I want to be like you when I grow up.
I get that a lot.
Esmeralda! We're saved!
What's going on?
I found a way to get the money back.
- How? - Martha!
- Jorge's friend. - She has it?
She can get it.
We did it!
Francisco!
Don't get ahead of yourself.
Mom!
- What happened to you? - Nothing.
- I'm ready to sell the house now. - What do you mean, you're ready?
Yeah. I'll stop pretending I'm possessed by a demon.
The truth is, I do hear voices sometimes.
In my head.
Beelzebub, is that you?
I'm glad.
Go get washed up.
Okay, Mom.
- Dad. - And what happened to you?
We had to defend our turf from Yankee imperialism.
They're destroying our traditions.
The calaverita verses, for instance.
Rosa's out of excuses Death won't accept her ruses
Because even though she kisses Jaime When it comes to marriage she refuses
Right.
Could I just shower here?
There's nothing wrong with our shower, but seeing as we're here...
Don't be silly. Wash yourself in the sink.
The point is, if Lidia and I go to Monterrey,
you'll have to find a place to live.
Alone.
I think it's time for me to move out of your place.
No. You're going through a tough time. You need me.
No.
It's not a tough time.
It's a great time!
Enjoy Monterrey.
- What's up? - Oh.
Jaime's washing himself in the sink,
because there's more water here than in our shower.
He's right.
- You look great. - Thanks.
- How are your Monterrey plans going? - Good.
I'm just waiting for Manuel to finish asking his family. That's all.
I'm so proud of you, Lidia.
Always,
ever since you were a little girl, I knew you'd do great things.
My only regret is that...
your father isn't here to see you.
- What's going on? - What?
You don't talk much about Dad.
- I always talk about him. - You don't always talk about him.
Well, it's just that...
It must be the funeral that's making me think of him.
I'm glad.
I think it's great you're talking about him.
- You're just like your brother. - My brother?
Why? How do you mean?
Everyone insists I'm not fixing the oven because I don't want to forget your dad.
No one understands why I don't marry Jaime.
You understand why I won't marry Jaime.
No, Mom, no one understands.
See what you're like?
Where are you going?
Where are we going?
- So? - Lalo! I still need to ask Lalo.
Lalo, Manuel? Come on. He doesn't care.
I'm his older brother. He worships me. This will hurt him.
Lalo, will it hurt you if Manuel moves to Monterrey with me?
- No, that's better for me. - Poor kid's in shock.
Enjoy Monterrey, Manuel.
Go to bed, kid. Quiet.
I want to say something.
Please, come closer.
You need to decide soon.
I know. Right after this, I promise.
It's hard for me
to talk about Jorge.
I loved him,
although he was a son of a bitch.
I miss him.
We grew up together.
We went through a lot together.
He was the only person I could talk to
about my family,
about my parents.
But he's gone now.
Poor Dad. He's getting really deep.
And when...
I always blamed him for the con job.
For what happened to all of you.
But, truthfully, it's my fault.
He's speaking metaphorically.
It's still Jorge's fault.
If I'd known what he was doing,
if I'd been smarter,
nothing would've happened to our money.
But he's dead now.
And I killed him.
What?
No!
Again, he's speaking metaphorically.
Francisco, I think you've said enough.
- I'm finishing up. - Fine.
What I want to say is that, before Jorge died,
he kept his word.
He got back everyone's money.
Martha will explain.
Martha was Jorge's friend.
Lovers. We were lovers.
We need to talk about this before it goes any further, Francisco!
- Tell them. - Glad to be here. I'm Martha.
I was just telling Francisco
that I just need 500,000 pesos
to get started on the legal procedures in the Turks and Caicos.
What does the Turks and Caicos have to do with anything?
That's where the villas are.
If Martha can get them back and sell them,
she can return everyone's money.
Right, Martha?
I can definitely get them back. It's easy. Look.
Each of you will give me at least 500,000 pesos
so I can start doing all this...
But I'm going to get a lot of money back!
Another scam!
This is a scam.
I'm offended by your comments.
Sir, you're asking all these people to give this lady 500,000 pesos
to get back money that may not exist anymore.
So?
Idiot!
Think about this carefully.
Shit.
Shit. I always fall for this.
But you realized what was happening in time.
You're making progress.
So, what's going to happen with the money?
We're not getting it back.
We all already knew that, right?
You got your hopes up, and hope is a good thing.
Mom!
Hey! Where are you going with that?
Those ashes belong to our family.
Jorge didn't want to belong to this disgusting family.
What do you mean? Of course he did. Those ashes belong here.
You're not leaving.
Who's going to stop me?
I'll stop you. How about that?
You don't say.
Let's see what you're made of!
- Right on! - Esmeralda!
Let her have them. She deserves them. They're two of a kind.
- No! - It's true.
Ladies, this is a funeral!
Shut up!
Get her!
I got Uncle Jorge in my eyes!
I even ate a little of it!
It wasn't very good, but I ate a dead person!
I'm not going to miss this after we move.
- No, Lidia, wait. - Sure.
You need to ask your friends and neighbors?
Your boyhood parish priest?
No need. I already know what they'd say.
Everyone's excited for me to go.
Come on, Manuel. Are you not excited, honey?
Yes.
But I thought I mattered to everyone. I thought people needed me. They don't.
Emilio and Sofía are better off without me.
It seems like Mom has everything in order.
- I don't know what's going on with Dad. - Listen.
I need you.
You could go without me and it wouldn't matter.
- You want me to go without you? - Would you go if I wanted to stay?
- You want to stay? - You think I have no reason to stay?
- Should I ask you to stay? - Should I say I'm staying?
- Should I stay for you? - Should I insist?
Damn snowflake generation.
No, wait. Come here.
Wait.
I want you to come with me because I need you.
I don't want to be alone there without you.
You're right.
Uncle Jorge was big!
Thanks so much for coming, really.
Sorry for the mess. My apologies.
It was lovely. Your cookies were a hit.
Chata is pretty bipolar.
You should plan parties for a living.
You're good. Really good.
Let's go, sweetheart.
That's not a bad idea.
Thanks for coming, honey.
I'm so sorry. My apologies.
Sorry it was such a mess.
- If you like, I'll help you clean up. - It's fine.
You know I enjoy it. It helps me to focus.
Thanks for your help.
We're still family, Francisco.
I'll always help as much as I can.
I should have told you from the beginning.
The psychic told me everything happens for a reason.
Bye.
See you, Mhoni.
I think she's scamming us as well.
But I see everything.
You should've told me about the money.
Please!
It's not a bad thing to get ripped off.
You always believe in people.
You think everyone has good intentions.
That's not so bad.
Get in!
Don't touch me!
Get in, lady. We don't want you here.
I can't believe Jorge said you were a beautiful family.
You're a bunch of lunatics.
- Savages! - Thanks, Auntie!
I'm not your aunt.
- Get out of here! - Bye!
High five.
Sorry I'm so late. First, thanks for the offer.
I'm calling to say I accept.
It's terrible.
I don't know what Manuel's thinking.
I'm developing a taste for it.
Think of everything we can do now.
Can I be the human resources director?
You can do whatever job you want.
The Minister of the Interior!
You can be the Minister of the Interior for our brewing company.
Wait until I tell Mom, Poke, and Ramiro.
To the gummy beer, which actually tastes good.
Hell, yeah.
No, I can't. This is disgusting.
No! Why didn't you save it?
Who turned on the cold water?
- You scared me. - Do me a favor.
I want an altar.
Could you turn off the faucet? It burns.
DAY OF THE DEAD
It is what it is.
I didn't have much stuff and I was tired,
so I made something simple.
Like in my hometown.
How does it look?
I've never seen anything like it.
Not even the one in the zócalo looks this good.
I dedicated it to José Luis.
I made all his favorite food. I hope he likes it.
How do you know what his favorite food was?
You almost never talk about him, but sometimes you mention stuff.
He preferred his sandwiches without the crust.
- Yeah. - He never ate quesadillas
without avocado.
He liked noodles.
Although I suspect he's the one who cooked.
Yeah.
Always.
Thanks, Jaime, for doing all this for me.
You're welcome, Rosita.
I'd do anything for you.
It's taken you a long time to come back, honey.
Thanks for letting me bring this.
It's for our dearly departed.
I wanted to bring his favorite, chicken with mole sauce.
I don't know how to make it, so I bought this.
No! If you like, I can make it quickly.
- Chicken with mole. - We'll take care of it.
The recipe's here on the bottle.
Jaime!
How are you?
It turned out just like Coco.
- What's wrong with you, kid? - What?
Really, look.
- What are you talking about? - Wow, Jaime, you're great at this.
- Right? - You're too kind.
Have you ever thought about doing this for a living?
You should.
Yes.
I'll get it.
Hey, kid!
Can I have my calaverita, please?
- There's no candy, but thanks for coming. - What's up?
- Can I have my calaverita? - Sure.
- I spent mine. - We don't want any trouble.
Let's see.
Thanks. Bye.
I've got a lot of money.
What about me?
You know who I am? Manuel San Román.
These are calaveritas.
The one with the cheese beer that goes with salad.
The beer that you said that even your dad, with his "problem", would never drink.
Yes, we thought about what we discussed.
- We think it could work. - The idea we had.
A beer for people who want to quit drinking.
A beer for those who want to drink...
- Less beer! - Less beer!
I love it. Let's do it. So long as you invest in San Román beer,
you invest in me, and I don't have to go to Monterrey. Thanks.
Thanks!
You told me we were going.
I already accepted.
I know, but this is a big break for me.
- This is a big break for me too, Manuel. - Well,
- you'll get another shot, right? - No.
- Not like this. - Lidia, you'll be doing the same thing,
just in a different place.
It's not the same, Manuel.
I'm starting a business.
- You've spent four months on this. - It's my life's work.
Making beer is your dream? Cardamom beer?
Don't insult my beer.
People drink in Monterrey. They drink a lot of beer.
- Because it's really hot. - Well, yeah, it's over 100 degrees...
Come with me.
I can't.
The business needs me.
What does that mean?
Rosa wants you to come inside.
- I told them. - Thanks.
Come here, kid.
So...
First of all, thanks for coming.
I know the invitation may have surprised you
because I never celebrate holidays, but...
But today I decided that...
we all need time to remember those who are no longer with us.
I know most of you didn't know José Luis,
but you do know my shower and my oven.
You know my car.
And that's a little like knowing José Luis.
Today I decided
that it's time for me to let him go.
And to start fixing up the house.
I want Jaime to be able to take a nice shower
whenever he wants to.
I want the oven to be ready
for us to celebrate Christmas together.
This time, I'll do the cooking.
- Mom! - It's just an idea.
I don't need any of that to be happy, Rosita.
But I need my husband to be comfortable in his own house.
- What's that? - We're getting married.
Mom, you have to ask him first.
Yeah, Mom, don't push your luck.
In front of the altar? Isn't that weird?
It's now or never.
You're doing fine.
Quick, Jaime's about to pass out.
- Rosita. - Jaime...
Will you marry me?
Say no, Jaime.
You can do better!
Lalo!
- What, Sofía? - Leave them alone.
Look.
I'm so nervous.
I always carry it around
just in case.
What's wrong?
- Don't you like it? - Yes, very much.
Look!
Does that mean "yes"?
Yes.
- I can't. - I'm getting married!
I can't blow it.
No, Francisco. No.
You kept that quiet.
I didn't say anything.
He wanted to do that to you like that, Rosita.
You've got a stepfather.
Oh, Ma.
Honestly, I don't know what happens at a wedding.
I always end up sleeping on some chairs under a pile of coats.
Hopefully Mom and my stepdad let me make the souvenirs.
Or, as I'm going to call him, Papa Jaime.
I've always pictured something simple.
Going to the courthouse...
I mean, going to the registry office and signing on the dotted line.
Then going for some burgers.
I want something simple in my hometown.
With the bishop, the town mayordomo, some mole, and mezcal.
And my closest family, 300 people tops.
Marriage is an institution in decline.
It binds and enslaves human relationships in the darkest way possible.
Sofía, please, that's enough.
Enough, Sofía.
Before we talk further about the wedding,
we'd better talk about the time our families met.
And don't think this'll save you from telling me if you're coming to Monterrey.
Okay, honey.