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Susana!

I can't leave the mayonnaise!

It goes bad if I stop now!

She must be hungry,

I'll make her a feeding bottle.

No, Mom, her last one

was half an hour ago.

Where are you going?

She must be nervous.

Want me to give her

a teaspoon of linden tea?

No, don't give her anything.

Don't give her anything!

- Just put the pacifier - In her mouth and leave her.

But, Susana, you know that

if I stuck it into her mouth,

she spits it out.

She does that all the time.

You know, it may be your milk.

See? You've been

too strung up of lately.

How come you see me nervous?

- Jorge, - Check if she's soiled herself.

-She has!

-Could you change her diapers?

No! I've told you

I don't like to do that.

Oh, then I'll do it.

No! No.

You stay here. Here! I'll go.

Big deal, changing

a diaper, you'd say.

Susana, do you want me

to do anything?

Can I help you out?

No, don't!

Why don't you sit down

and read the newspaper!

Don't say that to her.

You make her feel useless.

I'd rather she stayed still.

This must be for making flan.

Oh, crybaby, Mummy was

making dinner.

Here, take this to the bathroom

and be careful

not to drop anything.

I leave, and you start crying.

Can you iron, Jorge?

- You know that if I do, - I'll burn myself.

I'll do it, Susana.

I'm not speaking to you,

Mama Cora.

-Where did I put the pin?

-Oh, be careful!

Oh, don't you move, my angel,

don't move. It's gone.

I don't see it.

Take another one,

from the closet.

The closet, the closet.

- Why do you ask me? - You know I don't know anything.

Oh, so learn!

From inside the closet.

Inside, inside, but, where?

Jorge, don't make me

yet more nervous!

Don't do this, don't do that,

as if I was useless.

I can't even touch the baby.

This feels like a rock. My God!

It needs more sugar.

Look, "noodles,"

she has it all mixed up.

And this, what is this?

Your mother's.

Since we starve her to death,

she hides her food

under the pillow.

Here's the pin.

Well, let her help you.

- She's not useless. - She's not demential.

Isn't she?

Well, darling, take it easy.

Now, let's get some sleep.

Till your next bottle, okay?

Shall we put her

in the stroller?

Are you asking me?

My other husbands

are not available now.

-Who do you want me to ask!

-Eh, how should I know?

- You feed the baby - Spanish omelet?

No!

- Your mother hid it, - Those are leftovers from dinner.

That's why the room

smells like this.

Smells, how?

Don't you have a nose?

Don't you smell, as I do?

It smells of rotten food!

So, is she asleep?

Almost.

-What happened?

-Where?

With the mayonnaise.

What? That was mayonnaise?

-Where's the mayonnaise?

-I thought that...

What did you think?

- It didn't look like mayonnaise, - Susana.

What have you done

to my mayonnaise!

I made flan.

You talked

about making flan last night.

You heard her, Jorge.

Was she or wasn't she

going to make flan?

Mom!

-Four eggs, liters of oil...

-Wait.

liters of milk, salt,

mustard,

and surely tons of sugar,

all wasted!

Why would you do that, Mom?

It didn't look like mayonnaise,

Jorge.

You can't do anything

without asking first!

And stay put! Don't move!

It didn't look like mayonnaise!

Wait, where are you going? Wait!

Wait! Wait, where are you going?

Matilde, the phone is ringing!

- Don't you know she's sleeping? - You get it!

Today is my resting day.

I'd like to know when mine is.

Hello. Yes.

No, there's no Pirula in here.

- And answer the phone - If it rings!

I won't move from this couch.

Hey, hey, hey.

I never get a break

and I don't make

such a big deal of it.

I would have loved

to stay in bed until 11.

But you had the brilliant idea

- of inviting your brother Antonio - And Nora for lunch.

You could have told them

not to come and that was it.

And leave you without Nora's

hugs and flirting?

What hugs?

-Mom!

-What do you want?

Turn the tap off,

I'm taking a bath here!

I'm not using water here.

And what should I do now?

I am covered in soap suds! Mom!

-No water, again.

-And you want me to take a bath.

Mom, what am I going to do now?!

For starters, shut the f...

- No, Mrs. Luisa, - I was not talking to you.

- It's Elvira, - What happened with the water?

I made raviolis,

it's a major tragedy.

Oh, you made raviolis too?

What a coincidence!

- Well, please, do me a favor, - Keep the water.

- I mean, when you're done cooking - Your raviolis, please, call me

and I'll go get the water.

Thank you, you're a doll.

- I make casserole, - She makes casserole.

- I make raviolis, - She makes raviolis.

What a country!

Mom.

Mom!

Oh, it's too cold!

- Sure it is, - It was in the fridge.

You want me to catch pneumonia.

So ungrateful.

Now, get dressed and go buy

three bottles of mineral water.

But I went to bed at 4:00 a.m.

- Where was she? - Did the neighbors see her?

- Who brought her home? - You gave her permission?

What should I answer first?

I was in a brothel

with two hundred sailors!

Hey, brat, don't mess with me.

Don't be smart with me.

One day, I'll slap her so hard

she won't ever forget it!

Oh, I'm beat!

Why?

Just because.

- I've scratched my butt - All day long.

Are you aware of the work

it takes to run a house!

- My mother became a widow at 38, - And with four kids.

-Yes, I know this tango.

-She worked all day long.

- Yes, she cooked, sewed, knitted, - Did other people's laundry...

and sure she had fun too.

- And no one ever - Heard her complain!

- You have said that - A million times.

But I'm made of flesh,

she's made of steel!

Poor old lady.

When I think of all her suffering

and the little happiness she had.

If it's them I'll kill myself.

What is it?

I'm just 30 years old.

33!

32! And I can't take it anymore!

- Living in a house - Where I'm just a servant!

There you go again...

Why don't you take care

of your own business!

Because this business

is yours too, darling!

Do you know what happened?

Susana was making mayonnaise.

And Mom took it

and turned it into flan.

Oh, what a tragedy!

It's been four years now

with "your" mother in law

living in "my" house,

and it seems she's not planning

to leave anytime soon!

-My mother in law, you say?

-Yes! And your mother!

- How come she's such a nuisance? - She's such a saint.

How come? He asks, "how come?"

- She's in the kitchen, - In the bathroom, in the bedroom,

- the living room, - The hall, the terrace and here!

I have her here!

How can you talk like that

- of a poor old lady who may have - Just three years left to live?

Yes, and that's too much, too.

You said that four years ago,

when she came to my house.

But, it's over! It's over!

I've done my share!

And I can't stand

- that big picture of your father - In the living room!

Poor Mom.

- I don't want pictures - In my dining room!

My father is dead, too

and I keep his picture

in a drawer.

- To make matters worse, last week - Started soiling herself!

-Soiling?

-What do you mean?

Yes! She craps in her pants!

- And I won't run after her - With a diaper

as if she was a little kid!

I have to go after her

with a rag, wiping her...

Poor thing.

- And all this mess - Because of this?

This is no joke.

She meddles all the time.

Maybe she wants to help.

I want her not to move!

I don't need any help!

Two weeks ago,

we were not home,

- and she tried to give - The baby a bath.

- -That's nice. - -She almost drowned her.

That's...

Bring her here, for a while.

Here!

But, poor lady!

Where do you want me to put her?

In the small room, back there.

Where we keep old things?

- But, poor lady, - There is no room in there.

So put her here, or in your bed,

but she's got to leave my house.

Your husband is the eldest son,

isn't he?

But I am the youngest

sister in law.

But, why do you think

she has to come here?

Aren't there any more brothers?

I give a damn

where she goes or with whom!

My raviolis.

I just want her out of my house!

Cut it out, damn!

Shut up already!

She's my mother after all.

And you, why don't you look

for a place for her?

You're her son, just as I am.

Besides, your wife is

much more patient than mine.

More patient maybe,

but I have my nerves, too!

- I can't be cleaning, - Every time she goes...

If she needs a nurse,

we could all pay our share.

And where would the nurse stay?

The old lady is out of my house.

Hey, you can't kick my mother

out just like that, got it?

Antonio is coming in no time,

make him the offer.

Something tells me

we'll spend a special day today.

Come in, how are you, darling?

- -Oh, pastries, you are so mean! - -Same as usual.

- -They make me fat. - -You are such a coquette.

- -How are you, Antonio? - -How are you?

More guests. What a surprise!

What a pleasant surprise!

- -How are you, darling? - -And you?

This heat kills me.

Hi there, lovely guy.

This man has happiness

painted on his face.

How are you? My wonderful lover.

Hey, you're insisting

too much with that,

you're making me suspicious.

But it is true, darling.

How can you not believe me?

It's offensive.

How are you, Susie?

Long time no see,

and I love you so much.

You look great. So calm.

That's your best quality.

You're the image of peace to me.

You're like the image

of green prairies in England.

Green, pleasant, generous.

- You really have a keen eye - For detail!

- Hey, you promised me raviolis - And your great tomato sauce!

I made them myself, homemade.

-He dreams of your cooking.

-Does he?

He remembers you every time

he sees sauce stains

on his shirts.

What's your secret?

Those stains won't come off!

What's the reason

of this delicious family reunion?

Stop it, will you?

We were not invited!

You have to be rich

for them to invite you!

What do you think?

You mean Antonio

pays me every month?

Now, now.

We came to spend a pleasant

Sunday with the family.

In peace, all happy,

a day of national reconciliation.

Wrong timing, I'll tell you.

Fine, done.

Let's have our guests

into the living room.

Nora, give me this, your gloves,

so divine!

And your fur, too.

Your sunglasses, of course.

No! Not the sunglasses.

I hate noon sunshine.

Fine, I'll go change my clothes.

Sergio, fetch some beverages.

"Beverages?" She's learning

new expressions, right?

Yes, now she can say "no"

in several languages.

-Don't be mean.

-Me? Mean?

I'd kill for a vermouth.

I need to wake up.

How's the baby, Jorge?

- She's not a year old yet, - Is she?

That baby holds a special place

in my heart.

Don't I always

mention her, Antonio?

Whom?

Little Matilde, you come to make

the family image complete.

Hi, Uncle Jorge.

- This girl - Makes you feel younger.

Listen, can't you make

some time to visit us?

You live just four blocks away,

and haven't met your cousin yet.

I do. I went to the hospital

when she was born.

True. We brought her a rattle,

a shirt and a bottle of shampoo.

Can't you remember?

-Hi, Uncle Antonio.

-Hi, girl.

Aunt Nora!

What a lovely dress!

Like it?

I bought it in Miami.

Gorgeous, isn't it?

It's like a dream!

Matilde!

Hand this glass to your auntie.

Susana, what will you have?

If "auntie" is having vermouth,

then I guess I'll have nothing.

Why do you say that?

Because my brother in law said,

"Hand this glass to your auntie,"

I'm not her aunt. I'm poor!

You're all strung up, dear.

Auntie.

Thanks, dear.

I'll bring you one, Aunt Susana.

Don't you know I don't drink!

Then why all the fuss?

-Where's the brandy?

-Mom keeps it locked up.

Get me some whisky, then.

Whisky?

There's none.

Elvira, where's the brandy?

- Matilde, - Come and get the bottle!

- When will you bring the baby - For us to see her?

The garden's so wonderful!

It's inspiring.

-You must come. When?

-Whenever you invite us.

Tomorrow. No, not tomorrow,

let's make it Tuesday.

No, not on Tuesday. Wednesday.

- I'll phone you on Wednesday, - And then we'll set the date.

The baby can play

in the sunshine,

run in the garden...

She can't walk yet.

But she can breathe, I guess.

I love children.

Maybe that's why God

doesn't send me any.

Have you seen a doctor?

Sometimes it's the man

who's no good.

-How do you know that?

-I'm good enough, girl.

How do you know?

- You may be able to ejaculate, - But that's not...

What's she talking about?

Sounds like a whore.

Elvira, did you get that?

It's all natural.

No talk of natural things

in my house!

What's this? A whore house?

- I read it in the magazine - You keep on your night table.

Look at Sergio's face.

Come on, Dad.

- You don't think I'm still - A virgin, do you?

For your own sake

I hope you are!

Elvira? Did you get that?

I did!

That means she's not dumb!

Isn't it true, dear,

you just meant that?

Yes, Mom.

Hi.

Oh, Mrs. Elisa.

What's that?

Oh, just a minute.

Mom, it's that witch next door.

You idiot, she'll her you.

Says she's used the water,

but now it's mixed with flour.

- So go all the same, be careful - Not to burn your hands.

Why must it always be me?

Take the pot holders! Matilde!

She'll burn her fingers!

Too bad for her!

There's no water

since this morning.

- It's a good thing - That witch is a copycat.

- I make casserole, - She makes casserole.

- I cook raviolis, - She cooks raviolis. What?

- -You see? Such a coincidence. - -Elvira, the phone!

Do you think she heard me?

Oh, dear, hope she didn't!

Hello. No...

She did hear! Stupid creature!

Mom, Mrs. Elisa says

we can all go fuck ourselves!

You idiot! Who told you

not to hang up the phone?

Nobody! I'm self-taught.

What will happen

when I start making demands, uh?

Because I can be demanding.

Or can't I?

What if I say,

this is my furniture,

these are my cooking pots.

What, then, uh?

Let's see. What's up then?

What's this? Oh, dear...

What was I talking about?

Hey, bus! Stop!

-Where are you going?

-Where do you want to go?

To Emilia's.

She lives...

on that avenue, where was it?

It's quite far, I tell you.

One day,

I'll start getting tough.

They'll see. They'll see.

I can be very demanding.

This is Sergio's house.

Let me see.

Mama Cora, come.

-Me?

-Yes, you. Come, come.

Oh, what a coincidence,

I was thinking of you today.

-See? Believe it or not.

-Watch the traffic, Mama Cora.

- -Well, speak of the devil! - -Watch out!

And now I see you!

I was thinking of your

Mom's stuffed roast today.

Dominga, what was I going

to tell you? I forgot.

My head! I forgot

what I was going to say to you.

- -I called you over, Mama Cora. - -Whom?

-You!

-Oh, I hadn't realized.

- After lunch, I'll take her our - For a ride.

She could use some fresh air,

right?

Now, what she could use

is to be taken to your house.

Oh, poor thing.

She'd get so bored.

We're never home.

- Antonio is all day long - At the office

and I never let a day go by

without visiting my mother.

Besides, I must confess I have

no patience with old people.

Mom?

To be honest, if Antonio

brought the old lady home,

then my dear mother

would be so jealous.

I think Mummy would die.

Mum? May I go...?

What about your house, Sergio?

There's no room here.

We've discussed it already

with Susana. Impossible! No room!

Antonio, it was Mom's

birthday last week.

Fuck! It slipped my mind!

You could have called me.

That's being mean, Jorge.

Anyway, she lives with you,

so you owe her more than we do.

Damn it!

So, that's great!

She lives we us,

so we owe her more?

I guess Jorge's giving her

all she needs, right?

Why do you guess so?

Do you know how much he earns?

Fine, stop this.

I spent all winter saving cents,

to buy myself a warm coat,

but the old woman got sick,

her liver it was,

and my savings had to go

to pay the doctors and medicine.

None of you ever called us

to ask if we needed any help.

-Stop it.

-That's true.

It's not about money, Nora.

I'm really tired,

and I want to live

with my husband and baby,

just the three of us, alone.

Dear! Am I not entitled

to a month's vacation?

Of course you are.

Nobody here says you are not.

But, it would be extremely cruel

- to tell the poor old lady, - All of a sudden,

that noble lady...

that she must move and go live

with one of her sons.

She's be elated if her sons

fought over having her.

- You must be very careful - About that,

don't you think so, dear?

I'd be willing to give you

some money every month?

How much should it be, Jorge?

We don't need your money!

All we want is you taking her

to your house for a while!

Wait, wait! It's my mother

you're talking about!

I won't have you talk about

her as if she were a dog...

or a pair of worn-out shoes!

What about Emilia?

Emilia lives in a hut,

- and ever since her husband died - She breaks her back,

- working to support - That bum of a son she has.

That moron.

No, not with Emilia.

Mom would die in two days there.

Cacho!

That woman has a nasty temper!

Cacho!

Some people work hard as well,

but they never stop smiling.

Emilia can barely afford eating.

That's why I never visit her.

I can't stand the fact

she's so poor.

Now that you mention it.

That sauce smells great!

When are we having lunch?

- -Let's go, people want to eat! - -That's true.

My belly is roaring!

Don't be rude!

Laugh, Susana.

I don't feel like laughing.

- All I want is that old woman - Out of my house.

If I hadn't met that saint,

I'd say she was a witch.

Mom is the sweetest

human being on Earth.

An old lady like her

lights up the house.

Our house is always dark.

- Mama Cora - Spends her days watching TV.

It's like a shelter for her.

All day long, and so loud,

because she's almost stone deaf.

It's a blessing

to get to that age.

And I won't get to it.

A gypsy told me I'll die

before I reach the age of 40.

- Then, - You still have 15 more years.

Yes, laugh all you want.

I don't have crow's feet

- like you have - In those pretty eyes.

Crow's feet? Where?

Such a cheek! He says "where"

and he's full of them!

There they are! My pumpkin!

Now, stop that!

You're going too far!

You say you're kidding, but...

Come on, firecracker, laugh!

Come on, firecracker, leave!

Stop this nonsense!

Antonio, I need just one month,

with Mama Cora out of the house.

I asked Sergio.

Now I'm asking you.

Take her with you, please.

I can't stand this any longer.

She's exhausted and nervous.

I got married late in life,

I used to live so happily,

alone with Mom.

And I married because

you wanted me to have a family.

Well, now I've got a family.

Do you regret it?

No, I'm very happy.

But I feel so miserable.

I'm begging you.

Please, take her

just for a while.

I can't go on like this.

They're hysterical.

Thanks, Mama Cora,

my friend let me down today.

Love, give Mummy a kiss,

go play while I talk to Granny.

Mama Cora, if my husband

comes back before I do,

but he won't...

Who?

My husband, but suppose he did,

- just tell him - I had to go to the hospital.

To the hospital?

What are you going to do there?

- My mother in law was admitted. - His mother.

His late mother?

Your mother in law?

-Did I say "mother?"

-You said "his mother."

I meant his mother's sister.

Then, it must be Porota.

Porota's in hospital!

No, some other sister

you never met.

The only one I never met

is Dolores. Is she sick?

No. This is a different one.

She's retarded,

hidden for 20 years.

She's 20 years? So young!

When was she born?

Her father died

before she was conceived then!

This one's older.

Much older, Mama Cora.

I'm not sure how old...

She was born

when my mother in law

was pregnant with Porota.

That why it was so complicated,

she had two deliveries

at the same time.

Mama Cora, I'm late.

Please, help me with this zipper.

I'll help you.

Tuck it in. Tuck it in.

- -Ouch! - -What? Did I hurt you?

You did.

You've put on weight.

Hold your breath. Hold it.

Just don't say a word,

Mama Cora.

Why not?

- My husband, - He wouldn't stand the pain.

Having a retarded sister.

Don't you worry.

Don't you worry.

Mama Cora,

it's just for two hours.

If you get bored, watch TV,

or water the plants, will you?

Listen, Dominga, are you

going out in those clothes?

I am.

My dear, your things

show through the fabric.

I know.

Take a jacket,

it'll get cold later on.

If it gets cold,

have Oscar wear a jacket.

Fine, dear.

-Listen, are you breastfeeding?

-Yes, Mama Cora.

What can I do then?

I can't feed your boy.

-What do you mean?

-I mean breastfeeding, Dominga.

Breastfeeding Oscar?

Just give him

some mashed banana.

Mashed banana, okay?

Go. Send my love to Porota.

Mama Cora, my jacket.

It's just for two hours.

Matilde, you love your granny,

don't you?

Sure.

See? She says she loves her

with all her heart.

- So why not put an extra bed - In her bedroom?

-Oh, really? Yeah, right!

-You said you loved her.

- But I want her - Out of my bedroom.

Dear, how selfish of you!

Granny is okay where she is now.

No, she is not okay.

You heard what Susana said.

She's old and...

Who knows how much time she has?

What if she dies in my bedroom?

And you are a diplomat...

Really, man, how did you make

so much money?

Working for the mafia...

Hey!

Everyone says so.

Listen, set the table, will you?

- They want to tuck Granny - In my bedroom!

In your bedroom? No! Oh, no!

How? With forceps?

It's impossible.

- If you want - A gesture of goodwill,

don't expect it from me.

Fine, but...

- I don't want to talk - About this anymore.

The raviolis are ready,

- and I want to have - A calm Sunday lunch, in peace.

Yes, a family Sunday lunch

in peace, as we usually have.

- You know, Elvira, - I love coming to your house.

I know. Fine.

- If you want to wash your hands, - Go to the bathroom,

- and if you need to do - Anything else, go now as well.

- You, get changed. - Don't wear that, will you?

Wear something decent.

What do you say? Should I?

- Yes, men - In sleeveless undershirts

are too depressing.

- -Mom, we need more knives! - -Come get them!

- What did you mean - When you said that before, girl?

What are we waiting for now?

- I told him - To change his clothes.

- It's bad enough - To eat her raviolis,

- I don't need him wearing - That ugly undershirt.

Lower your voice.

- You don't like her raviolis, - Nor her sauce,

but you are a bootlicker.

The raviolis

are as hard as stone.

They are really hard.

- I don't know, - Maybe it was the mineral water,

and the bubbles, I guess.

This idiot bought

sparkling mineral water!

I didn't know!

You never know anything.

- That's not it, though. - The sauce got burned.

-What's burning?

-The house!

What will I feed you now?

Don't worry about us.

Just open a can of any food.

I don't have

"a can of any food."

- -Baby... - -I'm not going!

Go buy something, Matilde!

I said I won't go. Period.

Listen, Matilde,

go buy some cold cuts:

- pastrami, mortadella - And bologna, or I'll kill you.

Now she'll start with the hints,

- trying to con you into buying - A roast chicken, for sure.

-Don't be mean.

-I know your family very well.

My family? Do you want me

to talk about your family?

My family says nothing

about your activities,

my family knows they don't have

to talk about that.

-Shut up, please!

-Oh, watch it!

Now, what can we do? What?

Let's enjoy this peace.

No, we need to buy something.

But, where?

We need to go downtown.

- This neighborhood is dead - On Sundays.

Let's eat what you prepared.

We love burned meat

and hard raviolis.

Are you out of your mind?

We need to do something.

Antonio, would you drive Sergio

downtown?

Dear, don't spend your money.

Don't make me more nervous!

I'm nervous enough!

-Oh, sorry.

-Fine.

My temper is so...

Yes, dear,

you have an awfully temper...

Don't be mean. Come here, you.

Ouch!

- -It's water under the bridge. - -Sure.

How do I look?

How do you look?

Fine enough to go out

and buy something for lunch.

- You should have been - More careful in the kitchen!

Hey, simmer down,

don't get burned, okay?

- If you want to eat, - Go and buy something.

If you don't, then don't go.

I could go to a restaurant.

Great idea.

Go wherever you want,

but leave me alone.

Elvira, such a beautiful Sunday,

let's not spoil this day.

They are guests today.

They treat us like royalty

when we are guests.

They have a maid! Of course!

Nora won't move a finger,

that's easy!

Why didn't you buy

canned sardines or chips,

or olives, anything!

Just to have a snack!

Don't yell at me!

- Or I'll go to the convent nearby - And ask for shelter!

Sure! If there's a victim here,

it's not exactly you, babe!

No, no, I'm leaving.

- I don't want to spend my day - Like this.

It has to do with habits.

At my parents' home,

nobody ever yelled,

not even to say "Good morning."

So, I love you all, really,

but... Antonio.

Nora, what now?

Come. Let's play

with your tricycle. Come, come.

Show me how you play. Come on.

Nora, don't be so childish.

I'm not being childish.

I hate violence, that's all.

Unfortunately, I'm not sensitive,

I'm hypersensitive.

This kills me, my nerves

are not made of steel.

I just crumble to dust.

- -Is she here? - -Who?

Mama Cora. Is she here?

No. Did she say she'd come?

She's gone.

She left the baby alone,

the door open and left.

She left your house?

Where could she be?

Where could she be?

Now you worry?

I knew this viper

would have evil thoughts!

Nobody kicked her out!

Aren't those...? Yes, they are.

- -Poor lady. - -Maybe she went to Emilia's.

Don't stand there!

Get the car and go see.

- -Let's go. - -I'll come with you.

No, they are not.

Though maybe they are, yes!

Would you take me home?

I left my baby alone.

No, they're not them. No.

They were. Yes, they were.

Though I can't tell.

They might have been.

There he is, that moron!

Me?

Cacho!

- -You're Cacho, aren't you? - -Yeah.

We're you uncles. Remember us?

Moron!

Son of a bitch!

You sissies! Now you'll see.

This will show you, fuckers!

- -You son of a bitch! - -Have you seen your grandma?

-Hey, hey! Stop!

-Stop! You fuckers!

-Stop!

-You'll pay for this!

- Hey, never mind. Listen, - Have you seen your grandmother?

Which one?

My mother. Your Mom's mother.

This is ridiculous!

- Don't you know - What a grandmother is?

- -Where's your Mom? - -She went to buy some food.

Listen, tell her to phone

Uncle Sergio as soon as she can.

- -You fucker! - -Who's Uncle Sergio?

This again! Hey, stop it!

Motherfuckers!

You are all sissies!

You'll see, now. Come over here.

Damn phone. It's dead again!

Relax, Elvira,

they'll come back.

No.

- This fucking phone - Won't do this to me.

Hello!

- They pick up - And the line goes dead!

Damn phone! And it's expensive!

- I'm getting nervous. - Dear Elvira, I'm begging you.

One last try.

It's ringing.

Hello.

Oh, sorry, Sir,

would you be so kind

to get Mrs. Emilia for me,

it's an emergency.

I beg your pardon?

Can't hear you!

Tough luck.

You're a true gentleman.

What did he say?

That he wouldn't go.

Hope he chokes on his food

- and has to go - To the hospital, half dead.

Mama Cora is sure at Emilia's

and the guys must have gone

to buy some food, for sure.

- -I'm hungry. - -Tough luck!

Why don't you bring

the pastries?

You want some, Auntie?

Okay, though

I'm not a fan of pastries.

-Aren't you eating?

-Yes, I am. I am.

What is it?

Go to the kitchen!

Take the pastries.

- If they notice we're eating - Before hearing about the old hag,

they'll say we are heartless.

So?

No news so far.

- I hope, for your own sake, - She's okay.

What do you mean?

- If she is not okay, - It's your fault.

And I wouldn't like to be you.

- -That's...! - -No! Enough!

- -So? - -No news.

Leonor hasn't seen her either.

So much poverty! It's so bad!

- Do you know - What they had for lunch?

Empanadas.

Three empanadas.

It broke my heart!

Three empanadas,

leftovers, for two people!

My God! There's not much

you can do for people.

Sure.

The only thing you can do

is not to think about it,

otherwise...

Not to think about it...

I'm glad my brothers

have their needs covered.

Well, I wouldn't say that much.

- You are poor, - But you have your dignity.

What about Jorge? And Emilia?

They know what it is to be poor!

Yes, they are poor, sure,

but they have dignity.

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT

TO LIVE IN FREEDOM

Who's looking after your baby?

Ever since I met you, Elvira,

- when Jorge first brought me - To this house, I thought...

-Stop it, woman!

-I didn't start!

Let her finish!

What was it you thought

- the first time Jorge - Brought you here for dinner?

-Do you really want to hear it?

-My curiosity is killing me.

Well, I thought,

"This is the falsest,

most fake woman on earth!"

False? Me? Ha!

Who's looking after your baby?

If I am false, then you are...

I can't even put it into words!

- You're fake because - You kept that to yourself!

I would have told you!

In my case, I didn't keep it

too myself and I told Jorge:

Are you marrying this? This?

This one will make you a cuckold

in a month! Didn't I tell you so?

Matilde, bring the pastries,

give some to your uncle and aunt.

You won't stop insulting

each other! What's in your head?

- -Want one, Auntie? - -No!

Don't do that!

You stained my carpet!

Why did you told him

I'd make him a cuckold

in a month?

Susana, that was four years ago.

Who can think of that?

She can!

- And I feel I'm entitled to know - Why she said so.

You are. And I will tell you.

First, because I can talk.

Second, because this is

a free, sovereign country,

- with freedom of speech, - No censorship, and so on...

- And third, - Because I just felt like it.

If I followed your logic

and said only

one little thing I know,

you would stop talking

so freely about others, dear.

- What do you know about me? - Speak!

- But first, wash your mouth - With bleach,

because I've done nothing wrong

in my 18 years of marriage.

Are you sure?

What do you think?

You think you can put

a stain on my name

as you did with my carpet!

- Don't stand there, - With your mouth shut,

- casting doubt - On Nora and Matilde...

What were you going to say?

Nothing.

No, no. Don't say "nothing" now.

As if you were hiding

some horrible secret!

Spit it out

if you know something!

Stop it, you magpies!

-I'm not a magpie!

-Oh, my curtain!

Susana,

for the third time now...

Who's looking after your baby?

My mother in law.

Oh, great!

- And how's your beautiful, - Wonderful mother?

- -She's hanging in there! - -Oh, really?

- I haven't seen her for so long. - And I love her so much.

Tell me, is she happy

with her granddaughter?

Well, the baby means work.

She gets upset

because she cries so much

- and you can't tell - What's wrong with her.

Sure. You know what?

- She's exercising her lungs, - You know, dear.

Nature's wise, in that sense.

Shame on you!

How could you make that up?

No. Not Elvira!

With whom? With whom?

-I know with whom.

-Shush. Enough, okay?

But...

this is a delicate matter.

What about her?

Is she entitled to say

I cheat on my husband?

What?

- Listen, - She's a very peculiar person,

she is too anxious, you know.

Now, are you sure of this?

I can't believe it.

I swear I can't.

So don't believe it!

Does Sergio know?

Don't pay attention to her,

she's lying to annoy her.

No, no, no.

Susana is really honest.

She wouldn't lie like this

to harm an innocent person.

Would you, sweetie?

No, if she says something

it's because she's got proof.

- I know just few people like her, - So transparent,

with that sense of justice.

- I admire you, - Have I ever told you this?

I swear I do. Tell me!

What a headache!

Put the towel on my forehead!

Come on!

Come in.

- -Hello. - -Hello.

Take a seat.

How are you, Peralta?

Here I am. Can't you see me?

The dental drill

is not a cattle prod.

It's for your own good.

-Where's Barrionuevo?

-Today is Sunday.

- -Vallejo? - -What? Haven't you heard?

- -What? - -He's in jail for drug dealing.

- -Shit! - -Who's this?

This is my brother, Sergio.

Listen, what about that guy...?

- That officer that was Vallejo's - Right hand. Cano, was it?

Cano, Cano. He's in jail too.

There are too many

going to jail these days.

How can I help you?

-Name?

-Mama Cora.

Dolores!

- -Ana María! - -De los Dolores.

- -Buscaroli... - -De Musicardi. What did I say?

- Excuse me. Why did you say - Her name was Mama Cora?

- Well, everyone - Calls her Mama Cora,

her parents, her siblings,

everyone calls her so.

And her children, now.

Ana María de los...

Dolores... Last name?

Buscaroli de Musicardi.

Age?

- -80? - -Or thereabouts.

- What do you mean? - I need to write down her age.

What difference does it make?

75, 80, it's the same.

Well, maybe 77, 78. I guess.

I can phone my wife and ask.

-Jorge must know.

-I'll write "age unknown."

She's oldish.

Her clothes?

Of course she's wearing clothes!

What color, I meant?

News alert.

Be on the lookout

for María de los Dolores

Buscaroli de Musicardi,

also known as "Mama Cora,"

aged about 80.

- It is thought that she suffers - From partial amnesia...

and that therefore...

Were I not right here,

I'd think I was there.

If you have any information...

Finally!

We filed a report.

At Emilia's, they know nothing.

Uncle Agustín knows nothing.

Nobody knows anything.

Did you bring something to eat?

Matilde, you should ask

about Granny first.

Did you go see cousin Felipe?

No! Never thought about that!

Matilde, the phone book.

Yes, come on.

Did she have any money with her?

Where would she get money?

- What? You never give her any? - Where's Elvira?

- She was feeling unwell, - So she lied down

- -What's the matter with her? - -Nothing.

Felipe. This is Sergio.

Who's Sergio?

What cousin?

What mother?

What aunt?

There's no aunt here.

Who is it? Sergio? Who's Sergio?

Hey, do you know a Sergio?

Mom! Mom! Do you know a Sergio?

Everyone knows a Sergio.

Damn!

Hello, what number...?

He hung up...

Sergio! Cora's son!

Why didn't you tell me

it was Cora's son?

A mother's love

Is like no other in the world

Wasn't it a good idea

to come out of hell for a while?

We should have ordered

something else.

A cool drink maybe?

Brandy, some liquor, whisky?

-A cold beer?

-No.

-It's on me, dear, just order.

-It's fine.

Whatever.

- I can't believe what you said - About Elvira, dear.

- I won't talk about that, Nora. - Don't waste your time.

-Susana.

-Oh, I saw this coming!

Susana!

But, Susana...

You asked me out for coffee

just to talk about this.

- Come on, Nora! - But you're wrong, I won't speak.

When you have a tumor,

you have to take it out.

- And if you have a secret - That is upsetting you...

How could anything

that woman does upset me?

-It's an old story.

-It's a story, period!

- Well, if you don't want to talk, - Then don't, but...

Look, we're such good friends.

I'm offended by your attitude.

- Do you think I'm capable - Of spreading a rumor?

Why not?

- You have no disorders, specially, - Not speaking disorders.

Fine, darling. We are showing

our real faces, then.

I know what you think about me.

Why do you want to know

who Elvira slept with?

- To see what kind of woman - She is.

Come on, Nora.

We women are not different

for cheating or not cheating.

You know that.

You have an affair with Sergio

and you're the same to me.

How...?

How dare you say

something like that?

How dare you say

something like that!

- Look, I won't forgive you - While I'm alive. Not ever.

I won't forgive you while...

I've known it for two years,

and never told a soul.

Susana.

I swear I didn't, Susana.

Don't you swear.

- You're playing - With two people's reputation,

- two families' and their peace - Are in your hands.

I saw you coming out

of a motel with Sergio.

That's a lie!

- Don't repeat that - Because I'll sue you!

- You had sunglasses - And a shawl on your head.

- Don't touch me! - I don't want you to touch me!

I don't judge you, Nora.

- I'm not happy with my marriage - Either.

But how can you insist on that?

- Two years ago, you saw a woman, - With sunglasses,

a black shawl, a black cape...

-I never mentioned a black cape.

-Yes, you did.

No! I didn't...

Yes, I remember now!

-You wore a black cape!

-But it's over!

Hello. Yes, it's me.

- -Where? - -What happened? Who's this?

-Mommy.

-But what happened?

Yes, sure. Of course.

Man, please,

why build so much suspense?

Talk now!

- An old woman threw herself - On the train tracks

in Villa Luro.

We have to go to the morgue

to identify the body.

Mommy.

-Wait! Where are you going?

-Don't push me!

I hope it's not her, God!

Please, let it not be her.

- -I hope it is her. - -Mom!

I hope it is!

So she feels remorse,

she deserves it!

So? Has she shown up?

- Your brothers went to the morgue - To identify an old woman's body

- who threw herself under the train - In Villa Luro.

No peace for the young.

Damn you, old hag!

You piece of shit!

Emilia.

Mom!

She's destroyed.

I recognize those,

those are Mom's shoes.

They are Mom's shoes!

Let's see, let's see,

eat your food, okay?

Let's see, open your mouth.

Yes, how nice!

That's nice.

You have to eat to grow health,

you know?

I always pray to the Virgin.

Let's see, another one.

That's fine.

I pray to the Virgin,

but to Our Lady of Luján.

- I don't pray - To Our Lady of Lourdes any more.

I used to go.

I brought holy water from there

to drink mate with it.

But the last time,

I got an awful diarrhea.

I thought so much

about that Virgin...

She heals you on some things

and fucks you on some others.

She says that about me!

Me, such a faithful woman!

Faithful and stupid!

How are you?

If I regret about something

it's of being so innocent

my whole life.

Haven't I always told you?

Happy women

are those who cheat

to their husbands.

Well, tell her to her face.

In front of Matilde! My baby!

She looks like a young lady,

but she's only 15!

- -I'm 16. - -15!

No, she has no right!

I can't even... I don't know.

You spend your life

trying to raise your kids

the best way possible

- and then a disgraceful bitch - Comes up

and, in the blink of an eye,

ruins everything you did.

She has no right!

But, with whom?

Who would I cheat Sergio

with? Can you tell me?

- I swear by - My holy mother's memory,

look, by this cross, I swear,

I never cheated on Sergio.

- Not even in my thoughts, - To be honest!

Let me die if I'm lying!

Let this roof come down on me.

Let the abyss of hell open.

Mom!

I'm just saying it

for you to have an idea

- of how much peace of mind - I have.

But she can't say the same,

no, Sir!

- What can you expect of a maid - And a lowlife waiter's daughter?

No, don't say that!

- Being a maid - Is a very honorable job.

Come on...

My Dad was a waiter

his entire life!

But that...

Oh, of course!

No, I didn't mean that.

No, I'm sorry!

Hey, Elvira, someone

hushes from that balcony.

Do you think I don't hear that?

Ignore her, I can't stand it.

It's an old hag.

- More reason to ignore her. - I can't deal with old women now.

- What that old woman - Had to go through is awful.

Sure!

Throwing her out

like a dog with rabies!

Have you ever seen

something like this?

But, what are we? Wild people?

Or Jews?

With no religious beliefs?

No, God will never forgive her.

I hope it's the old woman.

Poor, sweet and darling

Mama Cora.

So sweet she was,

so helpful, so useful.

- So useful, so willing to help, - Remember?

She worked like a beast

all day long, poor old lady.

- No, she doesn't deserve - Forgiveness!

- Now, if sins aren't punished - On Earth, they are in Heaven,

or Hell, I don't know.

You have to pay somewhere.

- -Surely. - -Don't know.

My only solace is...

And thank God I was raised

- in a Catholic, Apostolic, - Romanic home.

- My only solace is that one day, - God will call her to face Him,

and she will have to pay

for every sin she made.

Because I believe in God

and in justice.

Sure, the Church

is such a great comfort.

Really.

Once I get

the Judge's permission,

you will be able to take her...

To my house, of course.

-And she will bring her here.

-Who?

- -Susana. - -To whom?

The old lady.

- You'll see - She'll bring the body home.

Would she dare?

Would she!

Don't you know her?

But you don't know me either!

I'll kick the corpse and Susana

out of here!

They won't laugh at me!

Such a tragedy!

I tell you... I'm destroyed!

It's so horrible to live

surrounded by ignorant,

non educated people!

The parrot crapped on me.

My husband did like wine. God!

When he drank,

he had bad temper.

He used to hit me.

He beat me so many times!

That bastard!

He had such a temper!

But it was the wine.

The wine made him so awful!

But he was a good guy.

At the end of the day,

we have nothing

to complain about.

We had everything we needed.

We had nothing to eat sometimes,

that's true.

But he treated me like a queen,

and my kids, like princes.

No one can say he didn't.

There are no men like that now.

Honey...

What do you mean, "who is it?"

- I say "honey" - And you answer "who is it?"

Oh, I'm sorry, Sergio,

- I'm too nervous - And didn't recognize you.

Of course you and only you

call me "honey." But...

- Now I realize you never - Called me that way.

Now, tell me, what happened?

No! But no... No, really?

Really...? Tell me.

But no, Sergio, no.

That's awful!

Is it the old woman?

But tell me, can't we

hold the wake over there?

Here?

But Sergio,

Matilde is so sensitive.

- Yes, love. I know how you feel. - Of course it was your mother.

- I feel bad too. - Imagine, it hurts me too.

But... We are insignificant,

see? So sad!

Oh, listen, before I forget.

Susana won't set a foot

in this house!

Not even one! Is it clear?

- Tell me, do these procedures - Take too long?

- Well, fine. - See you later, dear...

And I give you my condolences.

- They are bringing her here! - I knew it!

- -And where should it be? - -I don't know!

In the house from where

your aunt kicked her?

- Go grab a bite - Before they arrive,

you won't be able to eat later.

What are you doing?

Oh, yes.

Elvira, don't do this to me!

She's lived all her life with me.

For better or worse, she did.

Elvira! Mom didn't know

what she was doing!

Nora! Nora, what a tragedy!

Can you imagine my life

after this tragedy?

I can. It will be a disgrace,

for sure.

You don't know what happened.

Don't do this to me!

What are we doing?

What?

Antonio and Sergio say that,

since Mom was not happy with me,

- I'm not entitled to hold - The wake in my house.

I think they are quite right.

- After all, she killed herself - Because of that.

Oh, really?

- Then, I'll kill myself as well! - I won't live through this day!

I can't stand people who...

Yeah, now he thinks of her, see?

-Shut up, you snake!

-You see? Nora?

You nosy old hag!

- Do you see - What I have to put up with?

You're the eldest

and have the right to decide!

Oh, now you remember your rights!

Too bad you didn't think

of your duties

when you kicked her out!

Who kicked her out?

For Christ's sake!

Who kicked her out!

Susana was making mayonnaise...

Stop that crappy mayonnaise

story!

Try to remember,

you wanted someone to take her

off your hands for a while.

Well, God heard your prayers

and now He's taken her off

your hands for a long time...

Forever, oh, yes, He did.

What's your problem now?

- She's lived - All her life with me.

And she'll go to her final

resting place from my house!

- -Sergio's her son as well. - -So is Antonio.

Are they? Since when?

For outsiders, but when did they

ever behave as her sons?

- -I'm not talking to you. - -Neither am I.

Who needs you? Fine with me!

Now, if you don't need me,

why did you come?

Who called you?

Did I, to my own misfortune?

You heard me calling her?

We came because we thought

you're the man of the house,

and because we know your heart

is as hard as stone.

You, of all people,

talk about my heart?

You!

You had no remorse in sending

that old lady to death!

- And all because she spoiled - Your stupid mayonnaise?

And you dare talking

about my heart?

- I've cried myself sick today, - And all because of you.

You hypocrite!

Girls, show some respect

for that poor old lady's soul.

Sure! Some respect.

Leave her alone. She's dead now.

You charlatan!

- Why don't you stick your nose - In your own business

instead of meddling in my life?

-What business you mean?

-Nora and Sergio's for instance!

- I'm going to slap you - In the face!

What's up with Nora and Sergio?

Dear, how could you make up

such a story?

I can't help laughing.

Bad timing, though!

What did she mean?

That Sergio and you...?

Our girl, Elvira!

- The girl. - What are you doing here?

Go out!

- Always eavesdropping - To grown-up talk!

Shit!

What do you mean?

Let's go, Jorge.

- I don't want to end up - Drawing her the picture...

No! No way! You're not leaving!

You tossed the stone,

now don't hide your hand.

How can you take that seriously?

People say silly things

in times like these.

- Besides, Elvira, - Think of the poor old lady.

- -Which one? - -Mama Cora.

Who? Mama Cora!

Of course, poor thing.

How could you take offense

by something Susana says

in such a sorry state!

- I forgive her! - Does that set an example?

- I should be offended even more, - And I forgive her.

So I'm the victim

and you feel hurt!

Worse things have happened here.

Much worse, mind you!

I'm sorry, Elvira.

- I made that up - Out of spite, that's all.

Let's not bring this up again.

Words are just words

gone with the wind.

Not for me!

Get out of this house right now!

-What shall we do with Mom?

-Listen, your mother...

-Easy, easy.

-Let go of me! Out of here!

Is the room ready?

Dear Mommy is already here!

-Antonio!

-Nora!

-Sergio!

-Elvira!

-How it hurts!

-Awful!

-It hurts so much!

-It's a nightmare!

Brother!

-Sergio.

-Brother!

Elvira!

Sergio! It's awful!

Matilde, Granny's dead!

Dear Granny's dead!

- -Antonio! - -Nora!

Sergio, let's have the wake

in my house, please.

No! Get out of here!

-We'll take her home!

-No! Out of here! Get out!

- -Go away! - -No! Why are you doing this?

Calm down!

The wake will be in my house!

Antonio! In my house!

Easy, calm down.

No! Mom's wake will be at home!

She's my Mom!

Stop it!

Mom will be here.

Help me, Antonio. Help me.

-No! Thieves! Criminals!

-Get out of here!

Mother robbers!

No, my Mommy, no!

Come on, Antonio.

-Help me, Antonio!

-Take him out!

Hail Mary, Full of Grace,

The Lord is with thee...

Blessed art thou among women...

Hail Mary,

Full of Grace,

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women

- and blessed is the fruit - Of thy womb, Jesus...

Stop it!

...pray for us sinners now,

and at the hour of our death.

Hail Mary, Full of Grace,

The Lord is with thee...

Baby, what can we do?

Life's too short!

What can we do?

- I have low blood pressure, - That's why I need a drink.

Besides...

I'm dehydrated.

It's too hot in here.

My throat's parched.

-Is there a corpse here?

-A dead old lady.

Hey, don't talk like that!

Show some respect!

Stupid brat!

-Where shall I leave this?

-Over there.

No, sorry.

I'm scared of dead people.

My condolences,

if you don't mind,

I'll give this to you.

My angel, don't cry.

You'll cry yourself sick, dear.

Why did you put her

in my bedroom?

Matilde!

Dead people are too scary!

-She's your grandmother.

-She's a corpse anyway.

Shut up, will you?

- Otherwise, I'll give you - My blessing.

What are you doing there?

- I hope you are not waiting - For a tip on such an awful day.

-What to go in?

-No, ma'am.

- -No trouble at all. - -Thank you, ma'am.

- -Oh, come on. Go in there! - -No, ma'am.

It's no trouble, I tell you.

Do me a favor, go in!

So we have more people,

nobody came.

Dora and Alfonsina.

- Who's that boy - Who went in just now?

- I have no idea. He brought - The flower arrangement.

He's so scared.

It's so hot in there!

Yes, too hot!

Now, have you seen

that snake's tears?

She has no shame!

Well, who wouldn't cry, Elvira?

I'm dehydrated, I tell you.

You're right. Only a stone

would be able not to cry today.

Oh, Mrs. Gertrudis.

Mrs. Gertrudis!

Mr. Genaro!

This is such a tragedy!

-I can't believe it.

-Who could believe it?

Do you know Mrs. Gertrudis,

Matilde's French teacher?

Nora, my sister in law.

- -Sure. - -I can't believe it!

Nobody can believe it.

Such a terrible loss!

Such a saint she was!

We've lost another saint!

She had such talent for French.

Talent for French?

- She was talented - In all walks of life!

Don't you worry, Mrs. Gertrudis,

because I'm sure that now

- she's sitting at the right - Of God's throne.

That's what we're all

wondering about.

- Go see her, - She'll be so happy to see you!

- Go, please, take this, - If you're so kind, please.

Poor Madame Cora.

I said "right," didn't it?

I'm all messed up today!

Yes, you said that right.

And it feels like you married

yesterday.

- Only yesterday - Petite Emilia was born.

Petite Emilia...

Did you get that?

Heard that? The old hag

was almost 80 already.

- What did they want? - She couldn't live to be 100!

Listen, if I live one day

after turning 80,

I'll kill myself!

-It's what she did.

-Yeah, that's right!

-Mom, may I go to Pocha's?

-No, you may not.

What will people say?

Stay and cry a little bit. Cry.

- Don't you have - A sense of propriety?

She takes after the Musicardis!

Tough, selfish, cold hearted!

Instead, we, the Romeros,

we're all so sensitive.

It's better being like them,

you don't suffer that much.

Nobody will ever go over her.

- -Go to my room, dear. - -I don't want to.

Go lie on my bed and cry. Go.

- Poor thing. She breaks my heart. - What can I say?

You know people are mean!

- What will people say - If I let her go out?

That we don't care

about the old lady's death!

Come on, hurry up. Come, come.

At Daddy's wake,

there was such a crowd.

Everyone loved Daddy.

Today is Sunday and it's summer.

People go to Mar del Plata.

We would've been more successful

if the old hag had waited

until winter, and on a week day.

Sergio has so many friends.

-It doesn't look good.

-We needed some fresh air.

It's stifling in there.

Wait a minute!

- What' s our dear sister in law - Doing?

She's crying.

So fake!

He doesn't know a word of it.

You know what she insinuated?

That you and Nora

have an affair.

Let her say whatever she wants.

I'm at peace with my conscience.

Women!

How can you start gossiping

on such a sad day?

Who's gossiping?

- I don't care what Susana says - Or invents!

Don't you see I'm grieving?

What about me? I grieve too.

Is my heart made of stone?

Elvira!

Mrs. Elisa!

- What do you think - Of this tragedy?

There's no room for grudges

at times like this.

- I brought the water - For the raviolis.

So sweet! Thanks!

Dear, take it to the kitchen.

Oh, Elvira.

-My condolences.

-Thank you, Mrs. Elisa.

My condolences.

- But why would she ever - Do such a thing?

That's what we all want to know.

Why did you do this, Mama Cora?

-Such a pure soul.

-So pure, so exquisite.

Life's too short,

it's nor worthwhile.

No, not worthwhile.

Go, Mrs. Elisa, do go see her.

Mama Cora's soul will find

comfort in your presence.

Where's Matilde?

Liked the pastries?

You'll see.

- Matilde's in my room, - Poor little girl, she's grieving.

Go sit with her, will you, dear?

-Hey, that's a nice outfit!

-You like it?

You look like a movie star.

So pretty!

Such a horrible creature.

- She takes after her father, - Poor thing.

Nora, I need an aspirin.

My head is bursting!

And I'll make some coffee.

What a day!

- Susana had to talk about us - Today of all days!

If Antonio found out...

My poor brother, it'd be so bad.

I love him so much.

Yes, so do I.

- Now, your wife is not exactly - An example of discretion.

- Who would be? - When it comes to cheating.

She would!

Rumor has it she cheated on you.

She never did! She never did!

And such a good father too.

If it took kicking Antonio

in the head to stop his crying,

then he was kicked.

If it took starving Jorge,

he would starve.

Once, he spent three days

without eating.

If it took locking Sergio up

in the back room,

he was locked up.

In our days, it was that way.

He never had second thoughts.

That's why our sons ended up

being so righteous, so religious.

It's terrible.

Jorge will never forgive me.

He will. He's a poor guy,

he's got no strength at all.

I can't forgive myself.

Well, that's a different story.

If you feel guilty...

- What do you do - To silence your guilty feeling?

Me? Nothing. I do my duty.

Try not to be unfair.

I'm the least guilty

of us three,

and I feel so guilty, so bad.

Why the least guilty?

You're as innocent as I am.

Elvira, I wouldn't want

to hurt you,

but you know,

- Sergio and you - Are living in this house,

Mama Cora's house,

with her furniture and all!

Hello.

This is his wife.

What?

What?

What are you saying?

- Listen, Sir, - You're talking nonsense...

Please, speak clearly!

I can't understand what you say!

Spit what you have in your mouth

and speak more clearly!

Will you repeat that?

Is this a joke?

Well, it wouldn't be

the first time, you know?

It's a shame! On such a day!

But, Sir...

I can hear him!

No, to tell you the truth

I never even checked.

Now, if her own sons,

her own blood,

her own flesh, didn't realize...

What is it we didn't realize?

It's the wrong corpse.

That corpse is an intruder!

Hello!

She was wearing the same shoes.

Well, look, Sir...

- Have her picked up at once, - Okay?

- We've been mourning - This intruder all day long here.

- And in my daughter's bedroom! - And crying ourselves sick too!

You don't...

- You don't fool around - With people's feelings, you know?

Son of a...

- -What was that? - -What's going on?

- What is it? You got - The wrong corpse, you idiots!

- What do you mean? - They brought the wrong corpse?

- How could we do that? - What are you doing, Emilia?

I want my mom! Mom!

That lady's a Hungarian,

- who left a letter to the police - Before killing herself.

But those were Mom's shoes.

Can you tell she's your mother

by the shoes? What a family!

- And all of us, here, - Crying like a bunch of idiots!

-Where is my mother?

-Who can tell?

- -Where? - -Such idiots!

Only an idiot

would mistake a corpse!

- What's a corpse, I mean? - Is it a package?

- -I won't sleep there anymore! - -You shut up.

I won't shut up.

Such a tragedy! I just heard!

- Why did you come, Mom? - I told you to stay home!

Why did Cora do that?

Listen, now. Cora...

- This is the last straw. - The deaf one!

Where's my dear friend?

Your friend's okay.

The lady in that coffin is a...

Why do I bother? She's deaf!

Where's my friend?

I'm telling you your friend...

She's not... She's a Hungarian...

Where's my friend?

We don't know where she is!

- That lady in there is... - What the heck, go!

But, where's my friend?

Feel like crying for a while?

Then go, suit yourself!

Hey, what shall we do now?

- Have someone take this Hungarian - Woman out of my baby's bedroom!

Let's not rush, it might

have been a practical joke.

What happened to you? What have

they done to you? Who did this?

- What's the phone number - For the local police precinct?

I have it.

So much tears wasted!

Wasted grief.

- Why wouldn't that Hungarian lady - Stay in Hungary,

those lame communists!

Poor Mom, if it were her...

- She couldn't even have - A peaceful wake, poor thing!

- Some are born - Under a lucky star...

And some are so unlucky.

- Well, don't you cry, please. - Pull yourself together!

Hello. This is Antonio Musicardi.

Is it Angel?

What is it?

- Call the Chief Inspector, - Please.

Please, make some room.

Show some respect.

Then call Menendez, please.

What? What about Fortunato?

- Listen, I need some information - Here. Who's in charge?

Someone should be in charge.

Went to check.

Move, hey, please.

Make some room.

Ask for Benigno,

- that friend of yours, - The high-rank officer.

He went to jail four months ago.

Benigno?

Hello.

Benigno? Hi!

When did you come out of jail?

Congratulations!

Listen, man, we phoned today.

about an old lady,

who went missing.

Yes, today, in the afternoon.

Now, two hours later,

they phoned us to say

she was in the morgue.

Dead, of course, yes.

Don't cry, please!

We went to the morgue

and identified the body

because of the shoes.

- She threw herself under a train, - Imagine...

Be brief, honey, please!

- Yes, Benigno, - They are asking the same here.

In short, after a lot of comings

and goings, procedures,

- and contacting - Influential people,

we brought her here

to my brother's house.

Now, four hours later,

your people phoned us...

Yes, your people,

they talked to my sister in law

- and they told her the dead lady - In this coffin is not my mother,

but a Hungarian lady.

Yes, yes, Hungarian.

- How can I tell why she came here? - There are many Hungarians.

- Do me a favor, because - If we've been holding a wake,

for a foreigner

we don't even know...

Would you check?

Yes, thanks.

Went to check.

-Make some room, please.

-He's right.

Don't stay in here! Go out!

Move, please!

Maybe it's not Mom.

Tough luck, isn't it?

- I was born this way, - I can never do anything right.

- You complain? Do you want - To know about my life?

No need, Jorge! It's too hot!

-That's my life! Pissed by dogs!

-How rude!

Hello. Benigno?

- -Oh, I see... - -Careful!

Isn't there anyone...?

Are you sure?

And some other... we could...?

Fine, fine. Thanks, man.

And I'm glad you're out!

Justice prevails. Bye, Benigno.

- -So? - -So?

- They know nothing - About a Hungarian lady.

So many low lives in this world!

Well, let's go on with the wake.

Nothing happened here.

Go, go over there! Hail Mary...

Hail Mary, Full of Grace,

The Lord is with thee...

art thou among women...

-I'm back, Mama Cora.

-You scared me!

I'm sorry to be so late!

I had to run!

-What are you doing?

-I was looking for flowers.

In the trash? Why?

Don't know.

All I know is that

across the street,

in Sergio's house,

there's some kind of party.

This sounds weird, Mama Cora.

There's a bunch of people.

Yes, ever since this morning.

I saw Gertrudis and Felipe...

Rosaura, Nora, Antonio.

And you know who else?

Susana and Jorge,

and they don't like Sergio

and Elvira, not a bit!

And they're there! They came!

Why didn't they invite you?

It's my fault, dear.

I'm too patient. I never demand.

Not ever. All I did was give,

give and give...

I gave them everything.

- I even gave them my furniture, - My cooking pots,

and even my sheets,

the ones I got for my wedding.

- You gave them the sheets. - And they took them.

Mama Cora, you're too good,

and they take you for granted.

See?

What can I do? I'm their mother.

And a mother's a mother.

And a mother like you!

I'd put you in a pedestal

if you were my mother.

How did my little one behave?

- -Who? - -My son.

Oh, you have a boy, Dominga?

I'm so glad for you!

Don't go into such trouble

for us, on such a day.

No trouble at all. Sugar?

Three, please.

- -You? Nora? - -No sugar for me, please.

Look the sacrifice you make,

dear.

Now, I tell you...

Oh, it's so hot...!

Today we broke every record!

-Don't you think?

-What's the good of living?

Yeah.

Go to hell!

What's the good of living?

I feel like crying.

Well, cry then. It's a relief.

No, I won't, I don't want

to scare my little girl.

The struggle is so hard

I think I'll develop a hernia.

A mother's life

is all about sacrifice.

And then, your children

won't even say thanks.

They'll kick you in the...

- -"Ass." - -"Buttocks."

Well. "Raise crows..."

Of course, they will gouge out

your eyes,

- but they're just beasts, - They don't know.

Now, a son...

If hell exists,

it must be paved with sons.

You doubt it?

Mrs. Elisa, I don't doubt it.

I'm sure there's a hell.

Elvira.

What do you think

of this tragedy!

-Mama Cora!

-Cora!

-My daughters...

-Mama Cora!

What are you doing here?

Who's the dead one, then?

-Where?

-Don't go there.

-What do we do now, Nora?

-Let's go to your bedroom.

Yes. Come with me, Mama Cora.

This old hag is out of her mind!

Someone's crying

in Matilde's bedroom.

-No!

-It's the television.

-She has a TV set?

-No, the neighbor's TV, I mean!

Come, Mama Cora.

Matilde, dear, look.

What a surprise!

Matilde, no!

Matilde! Matilde!

- -What is it? - -What is it?

The phone call was not a joke.

- Elvira, don't pay attention - To that call

and let poor Cora

have a peaceful wake.

The peaceful wake

is for that Hungarian hag!

Mama Cora is in my bedroom.

-What?

-Mommy! Mother!

What a Sunday! Heavens!

What a Sunday!

What a Sunday!

-Mommy!

-Mom!

My dear Mom!

It's so nice to have

the whole family here, with me!

- -They're coming for her. - -For whom?

- -The dead woman. - -This one?

Yes.

- Finally! - Please, take care of that.

No!

- Listen, have them take her - Out through the window

- and have the men come in through - The window as well.

I don't want Mama Cora

to see this!

We might lose her now that

we're so happy to have her back!

That would be terrible!

Sir!

What was that? I heard...

Isn't that Felipe?

Jesus! It's a warning!

I'll give up drinking!

-Madame Cora!

-Gertrudis!

What a nice surprise!

And those flowers!

- -They're for you, Madame Cora. - -For me?

Why? What's today?

Someone's birthday?

Where were you all day long?

Just across the street,

in Dominga's house,

remember her?

All day long?

Yes, because Jorge and Susana

were too nervous today,

so I went out

for a couple of hours.

Quickly! Get them out!

Help me, please.

Listen. Why did Matilde

scream when she saw me?

-As if I were a ghost.

-No, no.

What are these people

doing here?

We came to pick you up,

to go to a wake.

-Who's dead?

-A poor Hungarian lady.

What a terrible tragedy!

Why did she kill herself?

I can imagine what you feel.

I love old people!

I just love them!

You know, I think I met

a Hungarian lady once.

That was a long time ago.

Maybe it's the same one.

Maybe. Maybe.

Then, we should go, right?

You see? Life's too short.

Elvira!

Such a terrible loss!

Have you seen this?

Ask her for the address.

- Mama Cora - Was a friend of her mother's.

Tell me, where will you be

holding the wake?

Where are you having the wake?

The wake? Where will it be?

Hey, the wake...!

-Where's my dear late friend?

-What dear late friend?

I fell asleep,

right beside the coffin.

What coffin?

Oh, dear! Oh, dear!

Here's the address.

Whose address?

The Hungarian's!

Go, go. Hurry up!

You'll have fun for a while

and find good seats.

Go, dear lady, go.

What a terrible tragedy.

That poor woman just told me,

the poor Hungarian's daughter.

Au revoir, my dear.

We'll see you tomorrow,

for the French lesson.

Bye, Nora.

- Don't say goodbye one by one, - Or we'll be here forever!

Go, go. Go, Mama Cora, go.

Have a nice time.

God bless you all.

- Elvira, my daughter went out - With Matilde.

- When she comes, - Please tell her to go home.

Can't I borrow her? For tonight?

- Please. - So she can stay with Matilde.

- My little girl won't be able - To sleep by herself in that room.

Okay, fine. Have her.

I'll let her father know.

Fine. Go, go.

There you go.

I mean. Do you think

it's the same Hungarian lady?

Of course, Mama Cora...

No doubt at all!

Hey, Nora...

Nora.

Why don't we plan something

for next Sunday?

Let's have some fun.

We had some fun today, right?

What are you laughing at?

I'm laughing at you!

I'm laughing at all of us.

I have a dairy cow

Not just any cow

Her milk is like meringue

What a stupid cow

TO OUR DEAR ELDERLY PEOPLE