Original subtitles

If you had just taken Apá to his transfusion, Johnny.

I have to call the family.

They're gonna wanna know the funeral arrangements.

You know he didn't make no arrangements.

Yeah, I know. So we're gonna have to figure it out.

LYN: Emma, I think we should try and meet this guy

to make sure he's not our father.

Seriously, Lyn? None of this is real.

But what if it is?

ZOE: Nico hasn't been completely honest with you.

We're still married.

It was a nice few days, but it won't happen again.

- Yeah? - [ Sam moans ]

I hope it did the trick for you.

Hey, back off, man.

- You gonna make me? - [ door opens ]

[ glass shatters ]

[ both grunting ]

MC ZAAC: ♪ Cheers to you all, Dig dom, ahn ♪

♪ Dig dom, ahn, ahn, dig dom, ei ♪

♪ Ahn, ei ♪

[ sings in Portuguese ]

♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪

♪ Shake your body, baby ♪

[ sings in Portuguese ] ♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪

[ singing in Portuguese ]

♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪

[ singing in Portuguese ]

♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪ [ singing in Portuguese ]

- ♪ Yeah, uh ♪ - ANITTA: ♪ E aí? ♪

MC ZAAC: ♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪

ANITTA: ♪ Que te pongo loca, look at this ♪

MC ZAAC: ♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪

[ Anitta singing in Portuguese ]

MC ZAAC: ♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪

ANITTA: ♪ Mira que aprendiste direitin' ♪

MC ZAAC: ♪ Ahn, ahn ♪

[ both singing in Portuguese ]

♪

MC ZAAC: ♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪

J BALVIN: ♪ Mueve esa' nalga' solo pa' mí ♪

MC ZAAC: ♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪

J BALVIN: ♪ Una vaina crazy, soy así ♪

MC ZAAC: ♪ Ahn, ahn, ahn ♪

J BALVIN: ♪ Déjame aprender, baby, teach me ♪

I never thought I'd see you again.

♪

ANITTA: ♪ I need you to focus ♪

Mm, why are you so fucking hot?

ANITTA: ♪ So much body ♪

♪ You want it so bad ♪

♪ If I let you taste, just know this ain't... ♪

- Who's this? - My girlfriend.

ANITTA: ♪ You better show that ♪

♪ Do what I want, it don't matter what you say ♪

♪ Baja downtown, ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-ay ♪

♪ Wind up my waist ♪

♪ So they know that I don't play ♪

♪ If you ain't moving ♪

♪ Then you're standing in my way ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪ - [ MC Zaac singing in Portuguese ]

♪

[ Anitta singing in Portuguese ]

♪

[ soft rock music ]

ALEX: Shit. It's too early.

I should go.

I learned that Emma's not a "stay the night" type.

♪

SINGER: ♪ The last words ♪

♪ She said, said, said, said, said, said, said, said ♪

♪ I'm so... ♪

So did you two get into a fight?

Am I your fix-it for the night?

You think because we're a couple

and we want a third, we need a reason?

That's not how we work.

Look, I'm not anti... this, obviously.

I just think that sometimes these equations

suffer from a missing variable.

- Oh, we're doing math now? - Well, statistics.

♪

SINGER: ♪ No way ♪

Tonight, we decided we wanted you,

and so here you are.

Right, tonight, I'm the variable.

♪

What happens when the equation stops working for you?

What kind of question is that to ask?

I'm not worried.

Well, that's brave.

She's saying it 'cause she doesn't think we're gonna work out.

Well, not you specifically.

I just... don't ever think

these things work out with anyone.

No matter the equation,

someone always... betrays...

lies...

doesn't hold up their end of the bargain.

♪

It's human.

Shit. What the hell happened to you?

Maybe I will take a hit.

SINGER: ♪ No way out ♪

[ inhales ]

♪

[ exhales slowly ]

MARCOS: Lord, why did I sign up for this self-flagellation?

Just a little bit longer on this one, and then we switch.

[ groans ] Bitch.

Oh, hey, did you hear back from UCLA?

No.

I don't know if I was aiming too high or what.

What? Why?

Like, if I should apply to teach

at a community college first.

[ sighs ] I just thought...

once I got my PhD, everything would line up.

You know that vision board in my head

where... I spend all week teaching,

but Sundays I cook caldo for me and Memo...

That's gonna be my husband's name...

And for our twin changuitos.

When am I gonna meet this Memo guy?

[ laughs ] Yeah, girl, who you telling?

All right, Switch! [ claps ]

Come on.

Don't think I didn't see you stop.

So I'm gonna be 30, and I'm still so undercooked.

Oh, my God, that's right. It's gonna be your birthday.

Ugh.

Wait, we should throw a big birthday blowout for you.

We can totally do it at the bar.

[ sighs ] Look at these lonjas.

Does it look like I'm blowout presentable?

Oh, my God.

But another mimosa day, Sí, te lo acepto.

[ exhales deeply ] Ay.

- Is it cheat day already? - [ Lyn laughs ]

You don't get a cheat day

when you've only been working out for one day.

Yeah, says you.

Ay, let's go day drink our worries away again.

I can't.

I... have s...

Some stuff to do before Mariachi Karaoke.

You're coming tonight, right?

Yeah, pero por supuesto. But what stuff?

I... am going to go see...

my father guy.

Oh.

And is Miss Emma gonna go with you?

No, she's not, so don't say a word.

- You hear me? - Ay.

I just have to see him for myself first.

Then I can make a rational and informed decision.

He's either gonna be Coach Taylor

or that Lannister guy that died on the toilet.

[ laughs ]

But I won't know till I know, you know?

Yeah, but Emma's all-knowing.

I know, which is why you can't crack.

Not a peep tonight at karaoke.

Pico cerrado.

I'll just steer clear so she doesn't give me that

Medusa look she gives, turns me to stone.

- Stop. - [ laughs ]

She's actually being really nice.

We're getting along again, and I don't wanna fuck with it.

Why do you keep stopping?

- Ay! - Come on!

- Lose those lonjas! - [ shrieking ]

Respect my boundaries.

Me vas a dar dysmorphia.

[ laughs ]

Ay.

EMMA: Good morning.

Or afternoon now.

Hey.

Oh. I, um, grabbed my stuff.

Here's your key.

Nico, if you need a place to stay for a bit...

- Oh, no. - I'm sure we can work...

No, I'm good. I have a place.

Thanks.

Oh.

Great.

So, um, the stock is kinda low

on the citrus and garnish too.

So I think I need to make a run.

Great, just, uh, keep the receipts.

Of course.

- [ mug thuds ] - [ keys jingle ]

[ car horn honks distantly ]

[ door closes ]

Are you drinking?

[ mug thuds ]

Are you okay to drive?

Nico.

[ door closes ]

I can get rid of her, you know...

like that. [ snaps fingers ]

I'm like the Inspector Gadget of spotting a fuckboy,

and that is a fuckboy that just walked out right there.

Em, I'm sorry you broke up. I really liked Nico.

We didn't break up, because we were never together.

[ chair scrapes ]

Oh, wait, Em.

So I was thinking

we could add a little more color in here.

So I'm going to replace those black-and-white pictures with these.

They're so... gay.

In your honor.

And also so on-theme for us, right?

Uh... yeah.

Great.

Oh, uh, about tonight,

I still don't understand how it's gonna work

with karaoke and a live mariachi band.

- I... - Oh-oh, not just any mariachi.

It's an all-female mariachi.

See? Again, so on-theme.

Don't worry, I will be here,

and I will get up there and explain everything.

Great.

[ bright hymnal music ]

ALL: ♪ Alabaré, alabaré, alabaré, alabaré ♪

♪ Alabaré a mi Señor ♪ [ all clapping rhythmically ]

♪ Alabaré, alabaré, alabaré, alabaré ♪

♪ Alabaré a mi Señor ♪

♪ Alabaré, alabaré, alabaré, alabaré ♪

♪ Alabaré a mi Señor ♪

♪ Alabaré, alabaré alabaré, alabaré ♪

♪ Alabaré a mi Señor... ♪

[ inaudible ]

♪ Alabaré, alabaré alabaré, alabaré ♪

[ tambourine jingling ]

♪ Alabaré a mi Señor ♪

♪ Alabaré, alabaré, alabaré, alabaré ♪

♪ Alabaré a mi Señor ♪

VICTOR: Hermana, si gracias por venir. Ahi hablamos.

- Claro que si, pastor. Si. - Hermano, ya lo extranabamos.

- Gracias. - Que si.

Beuno, pues ahi los espero

y que Dios los bendiga.

¿Hermana?

¿En qué le puedo ayudar?

Could I help you with something?

Yeah. Um...

S-sorry...

this purse is full of so much stuff.

This is...

me, Lynda.

This is my sister, Emma.

[ birds chirping distantly ]

Do you know who I am?

[ Regional Mexican music ]

Oh.

And these too.

SINGER: ♪ Cuando te llamé ♪

[ ring clinks ] ♪ Necesitaba ♪

- [ cash register beeping ] - [ grunts softly ]

- Damn it. - SINGER: ♪ Escuchar tu voz ♪

[ doorbell chimes ]

♪ Y que me hablaras ♪

♪ Sé que soy culpable de tu dolor ♪

[ ominous music ]

[ panting ]

♪ Reconozco que jugué contigo Necesito ahora tu perdón ♪

[ cash register beeping ]

[ panting ]

[ dogs barking ]

WOMAN: No, no don't hurt him please.

MAN: Sir, I'm going to have to if you are refusing to open this door.

MAN: All right, last chance.

- MAN: C'mon buddy, you don't want it to get ugly. - [ glass shattering ]

GIRL: No!

MAN: Okay, let's go.

GIRL: Mommy!

POLICE OFFICER: Hold him.

Andrés, no digas nada.

MAN: Get back, get back!

No digas nada, mi amor.

[ sobs ] No te preocupes, mi'ja.

Te quiero mucho, mi amor. Nada más...

MAN: You two on the other side.

Señora-señora, did they... did they ask you for a warrant?

Le enseñaron paperwork?

No, they just came, and... look at them.

- They broke his window and yanked him out. - GIRL: Mommy.

Hey, hey! No, you're violating this man's right to due process!

Uh, little lesson for you: non-citizens don't get due process.

That's a fucking lie! The Constitution protects

everyone's rights to due process!

- Did you hear this motherfucker? - Stay back!

ICE is out here in these streets, acting illegally,

picking people up without warrants.

This man has rights, and you're violating them.

[ both whimpering ]

Yo, are you serious, dude?

You're fucking gente. You're one of us,

and this is what you're doing with your life,

rounding fucking people up?

- You fucking arrepentido! - [ siren chirps ]

Now I'll put all of you on blast,

fucking self-hating Mexican.

Papi.

Fucking cabrones.

[ sirens wailing ]

You fucking race traitor!

- S... - [ sirens wailing ]

Ah! Fuck!

WOMAN: I don't know baby.

Ay, todo va a salir bien, mi amor.

Ay, no te preocupes de nada. Todo va a salir bien.

[ sobs ] Ay, qué...

[ exhales deeply ]

I should have tried harder to try to see you.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let Vidalia scare me away so easily.

She scared you away?

Yes, but...

Lynda...

mereces la verdad.

I didn't always walk this path of righteousness.

I was a bad man. That's the only way to say it.

I wasn't a good husband to your mother.

I wasn't a good father to you girls.

Vidalia told me to stay away.

And I thought that maybe she knew better than me.

It was probably for the best.

But I know now that it is never God's will

to have a father separated from his children.

Now that I'm delivered, I can see that.

I mean...

We turned out fine.

Sin duda. Sin duda.

[ phone beeps ]

[ sighs ]

It's-it's really hard to get Emma

to wanna take a picture with me.

[ breathy laugh ]

Qué bellas.

After Mami died...

she left us the bar.

And we took it over.

It's been good.

- Qué bueno. - Yeah.

Mostly because of Emma.

She's-she's such a good businesswoman.

Ay, mija.

I'm pretty sure you had something to do with it too.

[ laughs ] I might have.

Where did you get that?

She threw it out.

What, my-my W locket?

I found it with Don Fully's things.

No, mija, that's-that's not a W.

Two V's for Victor y Vida.

LYN: [ whispers ] Oh, my God.

I gave that to your mami a long time ago.

[ exhales sharply ]

I wish our story had ended differently

even if we didn't stay together.

Pero las cosas por algo pasan.

If she hadn't gotten me deported,

I wouldn't be here today.

Wait. She had you deported?

She didn't know that immigration

was going to be involved.

She only thought she was calling the police.

Why was she calling the police?

Me porté mal, mi'ja.

I had misbehaved. I-I get it now.

But still, she had to have known

that something like that could happen

with, like... with your status.

M-mi'ja, ¿sabes qué? Ya no importa.

Ya lo pasado, pasado.

I spent a long time talking to God about it,

and I finally stopped blaming myself... or Vidalia.

I forgive her.

You know what?

I don't.

[ upbeat cumbia music ]

♪

[ sniffs ]

Excuse me.

♪

[ singer sings in Spanish ]

SINGER: ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

[ singer sings in Spanish ]

Nico.

Hey, Eddy.

SINGER: ♪ Alégrate de volver con ella ♪

What's up, man?

[ singer singing in Spanish ]

♪

Hey, what's the matter, dude?

[ singer singing in Spanish ]

Hey, you wanna sit down?

- [ breathing shakily ] - Have a drink?

I'm sorry.

Could I just...

No, do you need to eat something?

I-I think we have some nuts, right, Emma?

- Yeah. - [ singer singing in Spanish ]

♪

I'll-I'll get you some nuts.

[ singer singing in Spanish ]

♪

Gracias.

♪

[ singer singing in Spanish ]

♪

You were right.

He's alive.

Who's alive?

Victor, Vidalia's husband.

[ singer singing in Spanish ]

♪

[ sighs ]

♪

You saw him?

No... and I don't want to.

♪

[ singer singing in Spanish ]

♪

Stay as long as you want.

Okay?

[ singer singing in Spanish ]

♪

[ exhales deeply ]

[ traffic rumbles ]

[ dog barks distantly ]

[ traffic rumbling ]

Hi.

Uh, can I get dos cups, please?

Um, and one with no jicama, por favor.

So we're getting free supplies donated from Casa,

so we should thank them on the gram...

Yo, I just fucking witnessed

the most fucking fucked up shit,

like, right here, like, fucking eight blocks away.

And I... all I had to do was stand there

with the fucking wife.

I didn't even know what the fuck to say to her.

Wait. What happened?

Look at this shit.

They fucking detain this dude,

all fucking Nazi-force,

dragged him out of his fucking car,

and then took him away in front of his fucking kid.

They just came, and... look at them. They broke his window,

- and they yanked him out. - MARI: Hey, no, you're violating

this man's right to due process.

MAN: Non-citizens don't get due process.

- And this happened just now? - Yeah, right here,

and I couldn't even do shit!

He's probably at the detention center in Alameda by now.

We need to show up there right now and do a paro.

Hold up. Hey, we're not going anywhere right now.

- What? - This is something that needs to be discussed.

- Why not? We could do something. - Yeah.

First of all, you shouldn't risk it.

Dude, I've done plenty of protests.

Don't make me your DACA poster child, Mikey.

Okay, we should discuss the different actions that we could take.

[ claps ] We could stop traffic on the freeway,

put his name on a banner, put it over

the Broadway overpass.

We could get cameras on us tonight.

There's a GoFundMe page option.

GoFundMe doesn't do shit.

For posting his bond, Mari.

Yeah, what if we do a hunger strike?

A fucking hunger strike?

For the future, we gotta point

the Spanish-speaking gente to the Know Your Rights workshops.

We need to do something right now!

- We need to vote, okay? - Vote? What?

- This is a collective, Mari. - WOMAN: Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up.

Are we voting on a particular action here,

or we voting to keep discussing action?

- Oh, my fucking God! - [ chair clatters ]

Whoa!

LETTY: I think we need a plan of action, then we vote.

Okay, all in favor of continuing our discussion

of what action to vote for, raise your hand.

Fuck this shit.

LETTY: What I say?

WOMAN: Yeah, let's do the GoFundMe page option.

Let's tweet it out right now.

LETTY: I mean, I'm down.

- MAN: Uh... - LETTY: Let's do it.

[ tool whirring ]

Lyn.

Hey.

- Wait. - Okay, before you say anything...

This huge thing just happened to me,

and the only person that I thought to come tell was you.

But then I felt so selfish because of...

well, because of y-your dad and how you must be feeling.

[ phone buzzing ]

[ scoffs ] Oh, uh, hold on.

Sorry. I-I've been waiting for this call all fucking morning.

Just... one sec.

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, this is Juan Sanchez, his son.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm te-I'm telling you, I don't know his password.

Well who still has a fax?

Uh... okay. No, uh, it's fine.

I-I'll-I'll send that over somehow.

I'll send... thanks.

[ phone beeps off ]

That stuff is such a nightmare.

Everybody needs forms filled out,

fucking paperwork and...

No jicama, right?

Yeah, jicama is just a filler fruit.

Thanks.

Mmm.

What were you saying before?

Oh, uh, nothing.

You got your own father stuff.

What you mean, "own father stuff"?

J, I saw my dad...

in the flesh, undead.

[ inaudible speech ] How?

In Lincoln Heights, I just saw him.

I had a conversation with him.

Vida lied about him dying,

which is so... I'm so...

like, how could she?

All these years, there he was.

Man, I... that's fucked up.

I'm sorry.

I'm coming here with all my stuff,

and you're still grieving and... dealing with everything.

I just... I just didn't have anyone else to tell.

No.

[ exhales deeply ]

I get it. That's... that's huge.

I know, right?

Emma doesn't think so.

She-she's so uninterested

in having anything to do with him.

I'm... it's just so weird to me.

Well, you know, um...

maybe you're just supposed to have your dad to yourself.

Look... I had a long-ass time to get to know my apá,

and I just...

I didn't do it.

Yeah, I...

I didn't really wanna know him,

and I don't think that he cared that much

to know me either, so...

If you got a chance to know your dad

and he wants to know you too...

I think you should take it.

[ band playing upbeat mariachi music ]

♪

Hello?

Anyone work here or what?

I can help you.

Dos Coronas.

♪ Yo tenía mi cascabel, yo tenía mi cascabel ♪

♪ Con una cinta morada ♪

♪ En una cinta morada yo tenía mi cascabel ♪

Can I get a water?

Yeah.

♪ Y como era de oropel se lo di a mi prenda amada ♪

♪ Pa' que fuera con él anoche en la madrugada ♪

Oh, hey. You're back!

Does that mean you cleared things up with Emma?

Something.

- I just saw you needed help. - Thanks.

Insider info, though, and don't tell anyone,

because I think she can probably sue us,

but now that they broke up,

I bet Emma's firing Nico.

Pérame... those two were together?

Well, Emma's in denial, but yeah, like rabbits.

Hold up. Emma's a lesbian?

Well, there might have been a "Baco the handyman"

in there, too, so what is that, bi?

Queer? Anything goes?

♪

WOMAN: Excuse me, can I get a drink?

Will you get this, please?

I have to go and, uh, make my big intro.

- I-I got it, Lyn. - Thank you.

What can I get you?

[ inaudible ]

[ trumpet trills, music ends ]

- LYN: Thank you so much for being here. I'll be right back. - [ cheers and applause ]

Give it up for Mariachi Lindas Mexicanas, everyone!

- ¡Sí, señor! - Welcome.

We're so happy to have you here for Vida's very own

Mariachi Karaoke, "Mariachioke!"

[ cheers and applause ]

It's pretty straightforward.

You pick a song from this book

and write yourself on a list

and then these ladies will be your chorus.

There are no screens here, so if you get lost, don't worry.

These lovely ladies will be your guide.

And I will start things off. Hit it.

[ applause ]

MAN: Échale, Lyn.

[ band plays "Cielito Lindo" ]

[ singing in Spanish ] ♪ De la Sierra Morena ♪

♪ Cielito lindo ♪

♪ Vienen bajando ♪

♪ Un par de ojitos negros ♪

♪ Cielito lindo ♪

♪ De contrabando ♪

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

♪ Canta y no llores ♪♪♪

[ dogs barking ]

- [ metallic scrape ] - Hey, me asustaste.

Shit.

Sorry, I was just picking up these papers

so I can send them back.

I left you the utilities right there.

- Um, thanks. - Yeah.

Hey, are you staying at Karla's again tonight?

Yeah, why?

It's hella creepy here all alone.

Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night,

and I swore I heard Apá yelling for me.

That would freak me the fuck out.

Yeah, I might wanna hold up in the shop for a minute.

Yeah, if you want to. It's up to you.

Hey, wait. Hold on.

Wait. What the fuck is this?

Nothing.

Things that are nothing go in the trash.

I don't know, Mari.

It's-it's some lady who dropped off a card,

said she'd get us 500K for the house.

And you told her to fuck off, right?

I didn't tell her anything 'cause I don't know what I'm doing with the house.

What do you mean what you're doing?

We would have to talk about it, and I would say, "Fuck that."

You wouldn't get to say anything

because the house is not in your name.

Apá left all the responsibility,

his debt, everything, all to me.

En serio, Johnny?

Yeah, but I mean, look,

I wouldn't leave you like that, though.

I mean, I wouldn't leave you without somewhere to live.

I just-I just took the card just to think about it.

Even after I was his fucking nurse, maid, and cook,

he couldn't even fucking leave me

a piece of the house.

Mari, you know how he was.

Yeah.

- [ dog barking ] - Mar...

[ exhales ]

♪ La bikina ♪

♪

[ laughs ] Oh, my God.

♪ La bikina ♪

Che, glad to have you back.

LYN: ♪ No conoce el dolor ♪

So tonight is gonna...

We're gonna go a little fancier than usual.

House margarita is a jalapeño mix.

Don't touch it. It's done, okay?

Um, herbal sprigs are in this mason jar,

but use 'em sparingly.

- [ sighs ] - LYN: ♪ Dicen que pasa la vida... ♪

If I'm going to "Cucurrucucu,"

I need some of that liquid courage.

Lyn said there was a special margarita tonight.

- That's right, boss. - Ooh!

- Coming up. - [ laughs ]

Emma, Lyn did so good.

Yeah.

SINGERS: ♪ No conoce el amor ♪

LYN: ♪ Altanera, preciosa y orgullosa ♪

♪ No permite la quieran consolar ♪

Qué es esto? I'm sorry.

This is a little too involved for me.

Could I just get, like, a regular?

Give me a Cuba Libre or something.

No.

I premade the mix.

Okay, well, can I get a Tecate?

Yeah. No.

Actually, I wanna watch you drink that.

♪

Tell me it's bad.

Nico.

LYN: ♪ Que alguien ya vino y se fue ♪

I'll get you a Tecate.

Uh... no, it's, um... it's fine.

It turns out I don't need it after all.

♪

[ lid slams ]

Hey. What was that?

I don't know.

Listen, I'm not dealing well with the-the whole...

♪

I'm having a hard time being in the space with you.

SINGERS: ♪ Pena y dolor ♪

I'm going back to old patterns that I thought...

- What patterns? - Oh, don't act like you fucking care now.

SINGERS: ♪ No conoce el amor ♪

You canceled us with no discussion, no conversation.

You wouldn't hear me out, so don't act like this matters to you.

Nico, you don't... not matter to me.

LYN: ♪ Dicen que alguien ya vino y se fue ♪

Hey, you know what?

[ Lyn hims ]

If you don't mind, and since you got Eddy here...

could you cut me early tonight?

I gotta-I gotta set my head on straight.

I'm-I-I promise I'll be back tomorrow, reset

and ready to act like the person that you hired.

[ cheers and applause ]

LYN: Yeah, all right. And now we have

the Bell Marcos up next.

- Yeah, of course. - LYN: Come on Marquitos.

Thank you.

I'll grab my stuff and, um...

[ sighs ] See you later.

MARCOS: Esta se la dedico al ultimo cabron

that broke my heart. [ whistles, applause ]

[ bright trumpet music plays ]

[ gritos ]

[ band plays "Cucurrucucu Paloma" ]

Yes!

♪ Dicen que por las noches ♪

♪ No más se le iba en puro llorar ♪

♪

♪ Dicen que no comía ♪

♪ No más se le iba en puro tomar ♪

♪ Juran que el mismo cielo ♪

♪ Se estremecía al oír su llanto ♪

♪ Cómo sufrió por ella ♪

♪ Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando ♪

♪

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

SINGERS: ♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

♪ Cantaba ♪

♪

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

SINGERS: ♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

♪

MARCOS: ♪ Gemía ♪

Would you mind the bar, Eddy?

♪

MARCOS: ♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

SINGERS: ♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

- [ music continues distantly ] - MARCOS: ♪ Cantaba ♪

♪

♪ De pasión mortal ♪

♪ Moría ♪

♪

[ Marcos grita ]

♪

Great show, you guys.

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See?

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Fuckboy.

MARCOS: ♪ A la casita sola ♪

♪ Con sus puertitas de par en par ♪

♪ Juran que esa paloma... ♪♪♪

You don't deserve that.

I actually don't have a right to feel this way.

- I'm just angry with myself that I... - No, Em, no.

Any way you slice it, Nico broke your trust.

And you deserve the truth.

[ inhales sharply ]

I saw Papi today.

What do you mean you saw him?

[ sniffles ]

Like, I...

I figured out where his church was,

and I went to meet him.

Mami made him stay away.

Did you know that?

He wanted to see us this whole time.

I thought we said we weren't going to see him.

Em, I don't wanna split hairs with you on this,

especially with how you're feeling right now,

but you said we weren't going to see him.

You made that decision for both of us.

I don't wanna let Vida do any more damage.

I have a second chance...

to get to know him, and he wants to know me too.

He wants to know both of us.

Emma, I don't wanna fight.

This isn't a fight, Lyn.

You can do what you want.

I want us to still be good.

Okay?

[ traffic rumbling ]

I'm gonna head downstairs.

I love you.

[ melancholy music ]

[ siren wailing ]

[ exhales deeply ]

♪

SINGER: ♪ Viento ♪

♪ Que viene de la montaña ♪

♪ Viento, tráenos la claridad ♪

[ lighter clicks ]

♪ Viento ♪

♪ Que viene de la montaña ♪

♪ Viento ♪

SINGERS: ♪ Tráenos la claridad ♪

♪

♪ Viento ♪

♪ Que viene del mar ♪

♪ Viento ♪

♪ Tráenos la libertad ♪

♪ Viento ♪

♪ Que viene del mar ♪

♪ Viento ♪

♪ Tráenos la libertad ♪

♪ Vuela, vuela, vuela, Vuela, vuela, vuela, vuela ♪

♪ Vuela con nosotros ♪

♪ Vuela, vuela, vuela, Vuela, vuela, vuela, vuela ♪

♪ Vuela con nosotros ♪

♪ Viento ♪

♪ Que viene del desierto ♪

♪ Viento ♪

♪ Tráenos el silencio ♪

♪ Viento ♪

♪ Que viene del desierto ♪

♪ Viento ♪

♪ Tráenos el silencio ♪

♪ Vuela, vuela, vuela, Vuela, vuela, vuela, vuela ♪

♪ Vuela con nosotros ♪

♪ Vuela, vuela, vuela, Vuela, vuela, vuela, vuela ♪

♪ Vuela ♪