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Every day I see the illusion of love.

I see those about to be disappointed,

those in the throes of disappointment,

and those who make an effort to not be disappointed.

It's part of my job to see these things.

Sex, affection...

couples, families, love.

You learn about a lot of things.

Take her, for instance.

Do you know where her children's father is?

Mm-hmm. Neither does she.

She spent years waiting for the perfect love of her life,

only for it to arrive, at last, frozen inside a tube.

And they... they look cute, don't they?

Okay, no.

There are so many people fundamentally wrong about their own lives,

who, deceived, chase after a fairy tale,

settling for whatever they can find.

It's exhausting.

And it's all because they can't accept the sad, simple truth:

Love, true love,

is, in the best of cases, unlikely.

Love is not for everybody.

It's the privilege of a chosen few.

And if you're lucky enough to find it, you lose it.

Most of the time, it's better to take it for what it is.

We must accept that it's fast.

We must make it fun.

And we have to learn that the best part is that it ends as quickly as it begins.

Mom! It's my fault for giving you a key.

How do I look?

- Are you wearing white? - Of course!

Won't the priest be offended?

Not at all! He loved the idea.

Is Clara here? What'd she say?

She thinks it's cynical of me to wear white.

- It is, isn't it? - What did Dad say?

Nothing, because it's bad luck. He's not seen me yet.

What bad luck are you talking about? You've been together 40 years!

Besides, you suddenly believe in marriage--

You did it for your wedding.

We don't need to believe it. We have empirical proof.

Ah...

Your grandpa would be happy to see me getting married at last,

priest and all.

He died worried you girls would go to hell

because you were born out of wedlock.

Don't even worry about that,

we can still get there for something else.

Oh! Take a shower! You smell like a tavern.

Mmm, nice.

Besides, you need to try on your maid of honor dress.

- That's why I'm in Los Angeles. - No, I can't.

I have a patient and a delivery.

It's Saturday.

Mm-hmm! And some babies are born on Saturday!

They're so rude, aren't they? They interrupt my weekend.

Hey... Where did you sleep?

I went out last night and stayed out.

I didn't know I'd be walking into a tulle ambush this early.

- And you went out undressed... - Not at first,

but that's where the evening went.

Mom and Dad can't get married before you.

That's usually how it goes. They're the weirdos.

It's also wrong that a woman with your mind and your legs

has nobody to go to the wedding with.

What about last night's guy? He wasn't even good for that?

He wasn't even good for what I needed him to do.

You can't keep sleeping around with guys

you don't even want to see to just get your clothes back.

But for real, though, there's no reason to see them again.

How do you know, if you leave at dawn?

I've been in love before.

I know what it is, I know what it feels like.

And I can easily recognize what it's not.

That was a thousand years ago, sis.

Eight.

You have to try.

Why? Because I've reached an age to just settle for whoever?

Because you need someone to go places with you.

And if you don't get it together, the bride won't rest

until she pairs you off with one of the Guadalajara cousins.

And those guys are all about "kissing cousins."

Find someone cute, man.

And if he's Mexican, well, she'll consider it a wedding present.

Cute and Mexican.

Okay, then.

Come on, push! Push!

Thank you.

Congratulations. You did very well.

- Is he okay? - Yes, fine.

- Very well. - Okay.

My love...

Oh...

- Good afternoon. - Afternoon.

- Anything to declare? - No.

- No. - Go ahead.

There.

- Jacinta. - Jacinta.

We don't want to be defeatist, child.

Hello!

I hate you so much! You look lovely!

Hey, no. Let them out.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Okay...

He's not Mexican!

Hey, he's very cute!

Thank you, you too.

Good luck, Dad.

Now our roles are reversed.

Thank you, baby.

I, Eva, take you, Francisco,

as my husband, because...

Well, because you are my best friend,

and just look at what we've accomplished.

This house.

Our beautiful daughters.

Everythings perfect.

Because you were involved in everything.

Oh, Mrs. Barron, I love you so much.

We have a wonderful story together.

I'll gladly spoil it all by getting married.

The rings, dear.

To the official document stating we're not bastards.

- It's like that? - Mm-hmm.

Daniel?

I'm so glad to see you!

I can't believe you're here!

- Francisco. - Same here.

- Daniel! Welcome! - Congratulations!

Clara!

Clara!

- Daniel? Daniel! - Hey!

What's up? What's good? What's good?

Well, I saw Eva's announcement on Facebook

and I decided to crash the wedding.

- I see. - Sorry.

No, no. I couldn't send you an invite because the email bounced.

Right... Yeah, I guessed.

- Yeah, you guessed? - Yeah.

But you didn't guess maybe I didn't want you here?

Say... when'd you come back?

The last Abby heard about you, you were in Yucatan, right?

I was in Yucatan a few months and then I went to Peru.

Oh...

Yeah, unbelievable. And then...

Well, I came back to Los Angeles about... four months ago or so.

Ah!

Right. And you didn't tell anybody?

No, see, it's just that I don't--

I just don't-- I didn't know how--

I just didn't know how. I'm sorry.

Why are you apologizing? You don't have to apologize to me.

Well, no...

You know what? Eh--

It's a pleasure. Really.

Same here. Thank you.

There she goes...

I love this song.

I remember.

Get out of here, "you remember."

What?

Nothing, I'm just looking at you.

It's been a thousand years since I saw you last.

Eight.

Eight.

Well?

You're much worse for the wear. You look like an old man.

Okay, spit it out.

- What else? What else? - What else?

No, that's it. You look handsome.

You've always looked handsome.

You too. You look beautiful.

Always have.

- Always? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, always.

Even in my ladylike costume picked by my Mom...

and Abby?

You look great, even hand in hand with the little Australian boy.

- Don't start. - What? No, it's not easy.

I mean, I'm serious!

Not every hunk can deal with something like that.

And you're tremendous! Such good looks!

Oh, Daniel...

You look the same.

- I do? - Mm-hmm.

Where it matters, yes.

My butt, you mean?

I mean here.

It's one of my favorite spots in the world, you know?

And you've not visited it in a long time!

Still, I miss it.

Liar.

Clara!

Clara, where were you?

- We were just talking. - But where?

Do I need to worry?

- Why? - Behave yourself.

Good grief!

Come dance with us.

There it is.

Everything looks fine.

No, he's so handsome.

Isn't he?

Look, Beto.

Beto, look.

It's our little Clark.

- Clark? - Like Superman.

He looks happy, doesn't he?

Doesn't he?

Beta? He looks happy.

You can't see anything.

Oh, he does look happy.

- Fine, he looks happy. - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

I talk to him a lot, doctor, you know?

Like, when I'm frustrated, or angry, or I just feel like...

So I talk to him and--

It's cool, because I feel like I'm pouring my heart out.

The good thing is, he doesn't hear her.

It'd be inappropriate otherwise, right, doc?

No, he does hear me. He doesn't take after his Dad in that regards.

- Hi, sis. - Are you at the bar?

- Yeah. - Okay.

What do you mean, okay? I'm at a bar.

But I'm going to hell.

- Stay a bit longer. - Why?

Because I say so and I'm your sister.

What? What's wrong? Are you crying?

Why'd he come back?

Hang in there. He won't stay long.

- I'm going home. Bye. - No, no, no. Stay five more mi--

Sleep well, Dr. Barron.

Hi, sis, what's up? You look lovely.

You look strange, sis. Happy.

So you're telling me the blond guy is working?

Jeez! You don't know how much.

Thanks to me. And don't say "jeez" in front of Bobby.

It sounds too much like "Jesus".

That car can only be Daniel's.

- Three 8s. - Oh, no!

Three 6s.

Hi!

Can't we get rid of you?

I miss your Mom. What do you want me to do?

Oh, such a big hug!

If you want to play, join us now.

I've been waiting many years for this moment.

So you've finally learned to play well?

I can play almost anything.

Okay, let's go then.

Come on.

It's the International Sock Skating Championship!

Bobby wins!

Up next...

Clara... and Daniel!

Clara wins!

- Yeah! You suck! - You're all cheaters!

There you go.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hey, what's up?

Nothing.

I was just coming to say good night.

Oh. Good night.

Okay.

Don't judge me.

I didn't hear anybody. I thought I was alone.

They went to that beach Francisco likes.

No, what? Why didn't they wake me up?

I love the view on the way there.

Did you really wipe off my drool?

You want us to go?

No... No! No!

Hey, Claridad! That's enough!

Oh...

- What? - Hop on.

- No, I'm not crazy. - Please.

Hop on.

- Ready? - Ready.

Aah! Ha ha!

That's it! Yes...

People don't come here as much because it's not as hot,

but I love it here.

It reminds me of...

- Of what? - Well...

Of family.

You know what I've been thinking about a lot?

How to get dressed so it doesn't show how much you care?

Your first apartment in L.A.

I mean, I've never been as hot as I was there.

Seriously, your sticky bedsheets?

And I've lived in the Amazon!

No, man... And the smell of dry soil.

That place was a death trap.

But you did escape with your life.

Sometimes I don't even know why I left.

Because you couldn't stand in the shower.

- No, silly... - Yeah, okay, okay.

You wanted to do more things, didn't you? See other things.

And don't tell me you regret it, because I don't buy it.

No, no, I don't regret it.

But I'd have made you come with me.

"Made me"? You didn't even ask me.

You wouldn't have come.

What? You would have?

- No. - No.

- No, I wouldn't have. - Right.

What's the name of that kid you're seeing?

Don't be an ass.

- I'm just asking. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - You're asking like the ass you are.

No, I'm just-- I don't-- I don't see you with him.

- You don't? - No.

He's not your type.

- What do you know? - But I do, I know you.

People don't change. He's not your type.

I'm giving him a whirl.

That's just it. He doesn't fit you.

- He's nice and cute. - Then he's a koala.

You're seeing a koala.

Shut up.

He's easy to... deal with.

He's easy to love. He's easy to see.

- "He's easy to see"? - Yeah.

Come on...

- I'm done talking about it. - Why?

With you, I'm done talking about it with you.

Okay.

- What about you? - What?

What? Aren't you old enough to date?

- I'm just saying. - And I believe I am.

You've not found anyone...

I don't know, interesting enough to be your first wife?

No.

- Nobody? - No.

But then you're dating that koala.

Besides, you already were my first wife.

I don't remember you being my lawfully anything.

What's a wife? It's a home, a family...

- You're my first home. - Exactly.

- Mm-hmm, exactly. - Yeah.

We always leave our first home.

Come on, chatterbox, let's go.

- Hey! - Hey!

About time!

How was your morning?

- Huh? - Just fine.

How fine?

Did you and Daniel talk?

Why's he here, Mom?

Because he's back.

No, he's back in Los Angeles. Why is he here?

He invited himself. Why would that be?

Mom... stop playing Cupid.

But why? I really love seeing him.

When I hug him, I feel like I'm hugging Clara ten years ago.

He represents a time in her life.

Which time? The "I'm happy and in love" time?

Or the "I'll cry for months because he left" time?

I can't forget...

the way Daniel used to make you laugh.

The house would shake.

It was a laughter that made you fly.

That's true...

Fly they did.

Oh!

- My coffee! - Abby!

There's so much talent here!

Ay, ay, ay!

Sorry.

- Hey... - Mm?

Many things have changed since you last saw me naked.

I know.

No, I don't mean in life, I mean like this.

Check it out.

You wanna see my washboard?

- Oh, yeah? Show me... - Check 'em out.

That's horrible...

Mm...

Shh...

You see? That's what happens.

- No, that's enough! - Give me a sec, hold on.

Imagine you're standing up.

You've no idea, Clara, what it felt like.

You can't imagine...

And suddenly you're going that way and--

No, enough, yeah.

I don't want to love you. Why do I still love you?

You're right. There's no other way.

What about you?

Me neither.

We'll always love each other.

Even when we're apart. There's no way around it.

Loving each other or being apart?

Morning.

Hey...

Why are you up so early?

Max snores.

Has he not hurt you enough? Do you want him to kill you?

Let's not be so nosy or overdramatic.

What are you wearing?

I've a patient in Los Angeles.

He was gone by the time I woke up.

Yeah, to the kitchen.

Whatever. I need to leave. I need to breathe.

And I called Asher and I told him to come,

but he's not picking up and I need to go intercept him.

You called Asher here with Daniel in the room?

- Before that. - What do you mean, before?

Daniel has been here since before we arrived.

Before... last night.

I called him to neutralize Daniel.

Asher is a great Daniel neutralizer.

Right, and who will neutralize him?

I'll be back tonight.

Alone or with the neutralizer?

I don't know.

I can deal, Abby. I promise.

I just have to hold on until he leaves again, which I'm sure will be soon.

But I need reinforcements. I'm going out... for reinforcements.

And I need your car.

Well... Everything looks fine.

It seems Clark's been having a good time.

We've been working out together.

- Beto and you? - No, Clark and me.

Is it okay if they work out?

Of course, yes, as long as it's not high impact and she's not sore at the end,

she can work out as much as she wants.

See, Beto doesn't like to work out.

Not that it shows... but his belly's as big as mine,

only he has no excuse.

Between that and the hair, well...

You know what, Lily? It's none of my business, but...

you're having a child with this man. You shouldn't talk to him that way.

And Beto, stop rubbing on that shirt.

You won't clean it now. Rather...

I've known you for a long time. You're very nice people.

You once loved each other very much

and you had the potential to be good parents,

but if you keep on being this idiotic, which, by the way, you're great at,

the only potential you have is that of ruining your baby's life,

and it's not his fault if his parents can't stand each other.

So you either make up or break up,

because bringing a baby into this situation...

Mm-mm.

It's not right, okay?

Okay?

Okay, okay.

Yeah.

Cool beans.

Today's appointment is on me.

Why not?

Are you allowed to scold your patients

like they were your spoiled students?

No... But I'd had it.

Right, but you are their doctor. They have to trust you.

Asher agrees with me.

Okay... they do trust her, though.

That's why it was great you told them.

I'm sorry, it's just-- Okay--

People often don't know what they want, right?

And they go through life forming couples,

just to see if they can save themselves.

I'm sorry, it doesn't work like that.

It was great someone they trust told them what life is like.

Yeah, I overreached, but they deserved it. You should see them.

Exactly!

Have a taste?

He's not neutralizing him, is he?

Maybe you can have for a threesome later.

All right, all right, please, that's enough.

Daniel, thank you for dinner,

but I think it's too late for mole, isn't it?

Let's all go to bed, please.

Clara.

Good night.

Good night. Good night.

- Deal him in, Francisco. - Thank you.

What's going on?

You can still get in. Come on.

All arguments in this house are solved with a card game,

especially a poker game.

Daniel, come with me a sec, please?

I'll go with you anywhere you want for as long as you want.

Excuse me.

Okay, I want two.

Are you having fun?

- And you? - You having a blast?

Yeah, I am. Did you have a blast last night?

How old are you?

- Asher? - You're like an adolescent!

You're behaving like a child. Stop it!

- Stop what? - I mean, no, no.

I can't do this with you!

Because I wasn't thinking straight.

You get inside my head and I can't think straight.

I don't want to wake up alone feeling like an idiot ever again

if you can't even stay and sleep next to me.

This can't be. You've been leaving all your life.

- So go away! - I'm here!

I've not left. I'm here, okay?

And if I leave, I'm leaving with you.

- I don't believe you. - You don't believe me?

Why can't you believe, Clara,

that people can fall in love and stay together

if you see it every damn day?

No, but I do believe it.

Other people. Fortunate people.

I somehow pissed off fate and got you.

Yeah, I've seen it triumph once.

The rest of the time, it's failed.

I lost count of the women who come to my office,

crying because they can no longer stand the husband

I saw them long for two years earlier.

And there's the men who come in with their menopausal wives,

whom they dump for teenagers.

And we're all the same, right? I'm like them.

No, you're worse. You didn't even get to start.

You didn't even show up.

- Look, I love you. - You love me?

Right, you love me just like you did the first time around,

and we know it wasn't very much.

Oh, Clara.

What are you doing with that kid?

- I like him. - Yeah, okay.

You like him like you like warm water.

Please don't tell me you're with him because it's easy,

because I swear, if you do...

I'll say whatever I feel like saying, okay?

As many times as I want to say it, because this is all your fault.

This is all your fault!

You come here, feeling all superior,

thinking you're who knows what, calling me a liar.

I was standing there 10 years ago, talking about love to the point of exhaustion,

and you still left!

You took all that with you!

And I won't let you do the same thing to me.

That's what I'm doing with that kid, okay? I'm compensating.

Because life will go on when he leaves too.

And when you leave again...

And you left my car in Los Angeles.

How have you been feeling?

Fine.

Lily, I wanted to apologize for what happened at the last appointment.

It was unprofessional and I'm really sorry.

I wanted to wait for Beto--

Beto is not coming.

- Is he working? - No.

You were right.

Mm.

- Lily... - And speaking about that...

since this is our last scheduled checkup,

I wanted to let you know I'm changing my delivery plan.

I respect you a lot, but I won't be needing your services anymore.

I've been talking to Dr. Malmet,

and I think his energy suits mine better.

Of course. It's your plan.

You have to do whatever helps you best,

- and Dr. Malmet is excellent. - Can we begin?

Of course.

- Hello. - Hi.

Sweetie, can you do me a huge favor?

Can you please go into your auntie's closet

and find me an outfit I can borrow?

Yep.

Thank you.

Don't start, Abby. I'm wallowing in my grief.

It's like I killed someone.

You're being ridiculous. Get up and do something.

This is just self-indulgent movie crap.

Okay, so things went sideways with a couple of guys.

You're an adult. Get up and dust yourself off.

That's it.

What?

No, it's cute that you say that to me.

You've no idea what you're talking about.

- Mm-hmm. - I envy you, sis.

You don't know how it feels when you can't breathe because someone's not there.

That's the truth. You didn't get it 10 years ago, when you married Max,

and you don't get it now, as you stay with him due to a lack of imagination.

Mom?

Let's go.

No, leave me alone.

Just leave me alone!

You don't even know which guy takes your breath away.

Hey, Dani, what's up? I'm singing about you.

It means "the first wound is the most--"

There we are.

- Ooh. - Here you go.

Keys.

It's so unfair.

What is?

I used to dream about this.

What, about this?

Yeah, I'd be with a guy in a bar,

and you showed up and carried me out.

What's unfair about it?

My dream wasn't sad.

Come on.

Thank you for running my bath like an English butler.

Don't mention it.

I had a good look when you went in, so... we both won.

Can I ask you a serious question?

Are you leaving again?

I don't know.

Why'd you come back?

Don't say it was because of us,

because you spent months here without a word.

I'm no longer with Doctors Without Borders.

Why?

Because...

they very kindly asked me to leave,

as it seemed...

I was not committed.

They know you.

So you came back because you have nowhere far to be.

That's horrible.

I mean, all my life I've wanted to be elsewhere.

Your neck is the only thing that called me back...

And my Mom's cooking.

That too.

But the truth is...

that most of the time I just want to go to hell.

The food's terrible there.

I don't want to go there with you.

Well, then I'll go on my own.

Just don't say I didn't ask you to come, okay?

Are you in love with him?

Mom, I've always been in love with him.

Well, he's family. You love him like he's family.

But that doesn't mean you're in love with him.

Ever since he left...

I've measured all guys against him.

Well, not against him, but against what he... made me feel.

And they were no match, and I loved getting rid of them.

It made me feel superior.

It made me feel like I'd avoided a mistake,

so I wouldn't settle and become...

Your sister.

Yeah.

That's a horrible way of thinking, right?

Meanwhile, you and Dad...

you make a big show of your wedding,

like we needed to feel even less than we do.

Oh, nonsense!

It's the truth, Mom. You two set an impossible example.

Don't be dumb, honey.

You know how many times I've fallen out of love with your Dad?

I've lost count.

Besides, do you think when we got together we knew we'd be this lucky?

When I met your Dad,

he was a barefoot wetback painting graffiti around Echo Park.

I moved in with him because...

he was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. That's the truth.

But do you think I ever thought I'd marry him 40 years later,

more in love with him than ever?

Things didn't look very promising back then.

You see? Then nobody knows anything and the whole thing is a scam.

No, it's not a scam, baby.

Everybody ends up loving somebody.

But it's pure chance.

You meet somebody, and you bet on them,

with no guarantees.

And if you ask me,

you already have the advantage of knowing on whom you want to bet.

- Mom... - Love doesn't have to be simple, baby.

But it does have to be easy.

Mom, you're a witch.

If everybody loves somebody, I love you.

Who'd have told me you'd be my cheesy daughter?

Hi, Beto.

Beto, Beto, Beto.

No, get dressed. You can't come looking like that.

Your wife is about to give birth.

Yeah, I know, but she doesn't want me there.

I don't wanna tell you what to do,

because last time you listened to me it was a huge mess,

but here it goes...

Your issue with Lily is you listen to her too much.

She's your wife, she's in labor,

and you'll be there... whether she likes it or not.

Okay?

She'll like it. You'll see.

Yeah, yeah... I'm coming, I'm coming.

Beto! Beto! Beto...

See? Told you.

Oh, Beto...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, I am sorry. I should've been here earlier.

Way earlier...

Here he is.

Hi, Clark...

What's up, son?

What's up, baby?

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...

Are you calmer now?

What happened, my boy?

You'll make him cry. Give him to me.

No, he's fine. He's fine with his Dad.

- You're holding him wrong. - No, baby, like this.

Don't apologize.

- You were wrong. - I know.

No, I'm not saying you were wrong in what you said.

I mean you're wrong,

fundamentally wrong about my marriage.

I know.

I really do.

Okay.

What are you doing over there?

- Well... - There's pasta.

- You look so good. - Hmm!

You look happy.

See, I had like a thousand epiphanies.

Yuck! That's why I avoid them at all costs.

My patients had their baby yesterday and I saw them--

Well, it was the patients with the serious issues--

The mole patients?

Yeah, those patients.

They were holding their baby and all I could think of was...

"I want that."

You want to argue? I can help you there.

I see it all the time: new babies, happy couples, families.

But I want that now.

- I know... - No, you and I are family.

We're no longer a couple. We grew past that.

I know, I know...

I'm sorry about the way I left, okay?

I'm sorry I let you go.

Love. I see it every day.

And everybody has it.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't look like what you imagined.

Or if it's not fed every day...

- Don't be a stranger. - No, no, no. I'll be back soon.

Thank you.

Or if it changes and is reborn.

Love you, guys!

Nobody knows anything.

I do believe that love is ridiculous, complicated and unlikely.

But we have to let it be.

But we have to let it be.

It surprises you when you least expect it.

Pay him.