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[Older Máximo] Wow! [chuckles] You did it, Memo.

-[Older Memo chuckles] -It's exactly like I remember it.

[laughs]

You truly are the best friend/contractor

a guy/billionaire could ask for.

It was nothing. It was just a little hard work

and 3,000 gallons of flamingo paint.

Wait. What are you not telling me?

[stammers] What do you mean?

Memo, I've known you my whole life.

I can tell when you're hiding something.

Plus, you're standing weird.

-[stammers] No, I'm not. -Yeah.

Uh, this is just how my legs are.

Keeping secrets is a dangerous thing, my friend.

And it might surprise you,

but it actually reminds me of a story from 1986.

This is a story I have never told anyone.

It had been a week since Julia and I moved in together

and things were just perfect.

[in Spanish] FEET!

-[Older Máximo] Well, almost perfect. -Beep, beep. Beep, beep.

Although my mom had been surprisingly okay with us living together,

she was having a little trouble letting go of...

[in Spanish] My beautiful spoiled boy!

I'm bringing your fresh laundry over in a bit. It's still in the washing machine.

Don't worry, sweetie:

I washed your delicates separately,

by hand.

-Even the one with the... -Mm-hmm.

[Older Máximo, in English] But while Julia struggled with my mom's meddling,

I had other concerns in mind.

-[in Spanish] Okay, I should go. -Mmm.

I'm about to tell Vera about my plan

to get the hotel back to number 1!

As Head of Operations

it's time to assert my authority!

Don't forget your lunch!

Thanks, mommy!

-Ooh, conchas! Yay! [chuckles] -Yay.

Yay.

Ay. [imitating kisses]

[Older Máximo, in English] At the hotel, everyone was nervous

about getting Las Colinas back on top and out from under all this...

[singing "Under Pressure" in Spanish]

[in English] Careful on your way down. There's no railing.

It's iconic.

-Oh, you pretending to be a giant? -[grunts]

Eat the little gringos first.

That's me.

And, no.

It's a mock-up of what the hotel would look like

if I turn it into time-shares.

Time-shares? As in getting the guests to share good times?

No. As in closing the resort and selling individual units.

I just had an interesting conversation with a very tanned man from Florida.

[stammers] You're selling this place?

I'm weighing my options.

But it is an enticing alternative.

I mean, considering the hotel is no longer number one.

-So... -[stammers] Well, not for long.

I've come up with an 18-step plan to turn things around here.

-Oh. -Step one, take a seat.

Now, I know we still haven't figured out what the secret sauce is

that makes El Alma del Mar so great.

But in the words of President Theodore Roosevelt...

Hey, guys! I found El Alma's secret sauce.

[Older Máximo] You may wonder why it took Chad so long to report back.

Well, since he had come across this information

after literally sleeping with the enemy,

he'd spent the whole week thinking of a very sophisticated lie.

I found out because I had to go back after I left my favorite hat.

What?

The fedora with a red feather in it? Invisible stitching?

I mean, it's almost weird to catch me not wearing that hat.

I wear it all the time.

Oh, just get to the point, Chad.

So, the secret sauce at La Llama's del Mar is Don Pablo.

What? Are you serious?

This doesn't make any sense.

Don Pablo retired.

He literally drove off into the sunset.

Why would he do this?

I know why.

The same reason that makes the Earth go round.

-Love? -The wind?

-Dinero. -Robert De Niro?

Money.

Come on, gentlemen. Let's go fix this.

[Nora humming]

Hmm.

-[in Spanish] Juan Singula-Sensación? -Mmm.

-Our dead neighbor? -Mm-hmm.

Why do you have his water bill?

It's a fake bill!

I manufactured it

as an excuse to get Dalia to come over

for further interrogation.

-Dalia? -Mm-hmm.

Who's that?

Dalia, Juan's daughter?

My main murder suspect? [scoffs]

Keep up, Nora!

[gasps]

"Greetings from Sweden?"

-"The surgery went well?" -Mm-hmm.

Esteban, what is this?

I needed to give Juan's mail more variety

to be more believable.

And I may have invented a pen pal.

His name is Björn.

He just got his tonsils removed.

His wife is Inga.

-Esteban. -Mmm?

I thought we were done with all this.

You need to respect other people's boundaries.

Please.

Hello!

I got you some groceries!

Doña Nora that really wasn't necessary... [chuckles]

Of course it was!

I peeked inside your fridge earlier.

You didn't even get Danoninos for my boy!

This might be a shocker,

but Máximo is an adult

and perfectly capable of getting his own things.

[gasps] What are you doing?!

Organizing the fruit bowl.

Everyone knows bananas go on top!

But I like to put mine on the bottom.

It's like they're cradling the rest of the fruit.

It looks cute, right?

Uh... yes.

But then they'll bruise if you keep them there.

And Máximo hates bruised bananas!

They make him gag!

That's why they need to go on top.

We need space.

[gasps] Ay.

Oh. I didn't know

my generosity

was such an inconvenience to you.

Don't worry, Julia, I won't bother you again.

Doña Nora, wait!

Ay. [sighs, groans]

Mmm...

I was thinking...

why don't we start throwing family dinners?

Mm-hmm.

That way, we can all spend time together?

In a previously agreed upon time and place.

Mm-hmm.

Máximo and I can host the first one tomorrow night.

But I've always been in charge of family events...

You know what?

I would love that.

Thank you, Doña Nora - Mm-hmm.

For the groceries.

[both chuckle]

[Older Máximo, in English] Even though the reason for our visit

to El Alma del Mar wasn't exactly social,

I was happy to see Don Pablo after all this time.

But Chad and Gloria were a bit less comfortable

with our impromptu visit.

Don Pablo! [chuckles] It's so nice to see you.

Look at you in that crisp guayabera.

It suits you, Don Máximo.

Chad, nice hat.

Señor Vera, is there something I can help you with?

Oh, we're just here to talk.

You may not be aware

but my boys paid you a little visit last week as spies.

What? You're not Doug Dangerfield?

I'm indeed not Doug Dangerfield.

My name is Chad Orson Davies.

[gasps] Wow.

Why don't we meet somewhere more private for this talk?

Well, I will leave you gentlemen and head back to the events closet

where I will be planning events for the next 15 minutes.

You know what, uh...

[stammers] I ate some questionable oatmeal this morning.

I'll spare you the gory details, but do not mix whole milk with apricots.

Especially after that crab boil.

-The dairy, the crab, it's all sitting... -Just go.

-It's over there. -Just go.

-Right this way. -[Paloma stammers] Dad?

Dad? I'm sorry, it's the toothpick guy.

He says they don't make those little plastic swords you wanted anymore.

[sighs] Then, h-how are you supposed to feel like a tiny knight

slaying a giant olive?

[sighs]

Hello?

-[sighs, groans] -Did you tell him yet?

[sighs] Memo, we have to put in that railing

if we want to pass inspection.

But your dad wants everything to be exactly like the past.

Yes, but they won't let us open unless we install the railing on the staircase.

-It's a hazard. -I know, I know.

-I will tell him. -Okay.

-Unless you want to tell him? -Ay, Memo, please.

I'm sure he'll be okay. It's just a small detail.

I fired that toothpick guy.

No tiny swords, no job.

[laughing]

-Good luck. Bye. -Where were we?

[breathing heavily, grunts]

Can I offer you anything?

Some agua de Jamaica?

Ah, sure. That would be nice.

-Hmm. -Oh.

What?

Yeah, they do that here.

Um, I know you are a very busy man, Don Pablo,

so I'll just cut right to the chase.

-[clears throat] -This is my first and final offer.

For what?

Oh, for you to reconsider retirement.

That should help you enjoy your golden years

and help us maintain our standing.

Thank you. But no thank you.

Hmm. Okay, well.

I don't usually bargain

but I will break my own rule just this once.

This is my final offer.

[chuckles]

No.

Okay. [chuckles]

Well, Máximo knows this, I never break my rule.

And this is truly, truly, truly the last number...

[in Spanish] Let me spare you the trouble, Señor Vera.

No amount of money

will ever make me step down for you.

Now I have some work to attend to.

You can see yourselves out.

It was nice to see you, Máximo.

You too, sir!

We should...

catch up.

[Older Máximo, in English] While Don Pablo had just drawn a battle line,

Chad was crossing it in the El Alma events closet.

Whoa! This place is cool.

Oh, sweet jacket!

Yeah, we have a Juan Gabriel impersonator on Tuesday nights.

I think you mean Peter Gabriel. And he would never wear this.

That was close back there, huh?

Oh, yeah.

-Luckily, we're such great improvisors. -[chuckles]

I had no idea this hotel feud was such a big deal.

And the two of us caught in the middle, it's like we're star-crossed lovers.

Like Luke and Leia.

Although, they turned out to be siblings.

Do you think we're crazy to try and pull it off?

It's kinda dangerous.

So dangerous.

-Very risky. -Yeah.

We should probably call it quits.

Totally.

[Gloria moans]

[decoration witch cackling]

[in Spanish] No amount of money?!

I don't understand!

And this Jamaica is incredible!

Don't worry, Sr. Vera.

We can still implement my 18-step plan.

Step 15 will blow your mind!

Wait, no, that's 14.

Fifteen was the masquerade ball.

Máximo! Máximo!

We can only afford one step right now.

And that's getting Don Pablo to stand down...

But how?! You saw him yourself!

Don Pablo won't budge!

For me, no.

But for his old friend...

What?

Don Pablo clearly still cares about you, Máximo.

You're his soft spot.

If you ask him to back off,

he might listen.

[Chad, in English] There you guys are. Sorry that took so long.

The good news is the lobby bathroom will be closed for quite some time.

Chad, why do you have a candy cane stuck to your shirt?

Right.

[in Spanish] Look, Máximo, you either take care of this

or I get on my plane and go to Tampa

and fix it myself.

I'm bleeding money here.

Hurry up.

No, no, that's not how you do it.

That's way too much salt...

-What are you doing?! -[gasps]

That's no way to spy!

Use these! You'll get a better look.

[chuckles]

Look! She forgot the cumin!

It's like I'm seeing double...

Look.

Do you see? No cumin.

Hey, mom!

Is that today's mail?

Yes.

Just make sure not to get it mixed up

with Esteban's fake mail.

[Older Máximo, in English] This was Sara's first acceptance letter from college.

But she wasn't as excited as she should have been.

She was holding out hope for NYU.

I got in.

To Universidad Guerrerense?

My love!

I'm so proud, chiquita! Congratulations, princess! [chuckles]

It's no big deal. Everyone gets in.

Don't say that!

Not everyone gets in. This is huge!

You're the first person in our family to go to college!

You'll be able to study for a career.

Congratulations!

This calls for a celebration...

[Older Máximo, in English] As Julia prepared for family dinner that night,

I couldn't stop thinking about what Vera had said.

Las Colinas's future was on the line if I didn't get Don Pablo to stand down.

But, how was I supposed to pull that off?

[in Spanish] Sara got into college!

-[gasps] No! -Oh my God, that's amazing!

-[cheering] -[Máximo, Nora speak Spanish]

[inhales deeply] So... it got me thinking about tonight's dinner.

Since it's now a celebration of my daughter,

it makes more sense for me to host it.

[stammers] Doña Nora, I'm already cooking.

-Mm-hmm. -How about I handle everything,

so you can relax and celebrate your daughter without the burden of hosting?

That's sweet. Thank you.

But no thank you.

Because now we're inviting a bunch of people,

and I don't want to put that responsibility on you.

It wouldn't be fair.

Ah. Like who?

Aída...

That's just one more person.

Doña Rosita... She eats a lot.

-She was already accounted for. -Uh-huh.

I was really excited to cook and...

blah blah blah blah blah.

Yes, but think about

blah blah blah bah blah blah blah.

Blah blah blah blah bl...

No... Blah blah blah blah...

[Older Máximo, in English] Okay, okay, they weren't really saying,

"Blah, blah, blah."

That's just how it sounded to me

because I had stumbled upon the perfect way

to get Don Pablo to step down.

To remind him of our deep connection

and let good old fashioned guilt take it from there.

[in Spanish] Don Pablo should be here, too!

- Blah blah blah - Blah blah blah

To celebrate Sara...

I mean, he's basically family.

But if Don Pablo comes,

there's not even enough space here or at your mom's.

We can host the dinner on the terrace between the apartments!

That way you can co-host

and there'll be plenty of room for Don Pablo!

Mmm.

I mean, for everyone!

Are we good?

-Mmm. -[both chuckling]

[chuckles]

Maradona! [chuckles]

We love you, Diego! [chuckles]

[Older Máximo, in English] While Nora was out shopping,

Esteban took the opportunity to crack his murder case once and for all.

[in Spanish] I had no idea my dad was still getting mail.

[sighs] It was starting to pile up.

Calling you was the neighborly thing to do.

You should've tossed it.

Water bills,

expired coupons...

A letter from Stockholm?!

[chuckles]

"Thanks for your international friendship."

I love you too, brother.

"Signed Björn."

What is this?

He never said he loved me,

and he says it to some random Swede?!

You know, classic Swedish warmth.

It sounds like you have a lot of

rage inside you.

Well, can you blame me?

My dad was always selfish.

Distant.

Hmm.

That would make me so angry.

Perhaps even moved to physical violence?

No. My way of dealing

was to get as far away as possible.

I was in Spain when he died, for Christ's sake!

Mm-hmm.

Oh, that's so terrible...

And a rather convenient alibi?

Alibi? What're you talking about?

I was at a live-taping of a Julio Iglesias concert.

He brought me onstage.

[Older Máximo, in English] She wasn't lying. I've seen the footage.

It was an airtight alibi and Dalia was a terrible dancer.

[in Spanish] I should go.

Wait! I didn't mean to offend you.

Want a cookie? Do you like mazapán?

No thanks.

The only thing me and my dad had in common

is our severe peanut allergy.

One bite of that

and I'd drop dead...

[Older Máximo, in English] As it turns out,

this was the clue that Esteban was missing.

[in Spanish] You don't put peanuts in your romeritos?

Are you mad?

My mom is trying to serve her romeritos.

Over my dead body.

No, no, wait.

I told her she could.

Come on, Juan, try the romeritos!

Why don't you take the whole thing?

-[Juan] Thanks so much! -[gasps]

[Older Máximo, in English] In a cruel twist of fate,

our detective had finally found his murderer.

And it was him.

-What a twist! -I know.

You, my friend, are a real M. Night Shyamalan.

Oh, early Shyamalan.

[chuckles] Wow.

-Finally, some recognition. -[chuckles]

[inhales deeply] Anyway,

while Esteban was reeling from his discovery,

we were putting final touches on Sara's party.

But I was only concerned that...

[in Spanish] Don Pablo's about to arrive!

What are we missing? Everything needs to be perfect.

Don Pablo is coming?!

-Mm-hmm. -I'll put in my good teeth!

Glasses, we're missing wine glasses.

I'll go get some!

I have to check on the food anyways.

Okay, so Doña Rosita can go at the head of the table.

-You can sit in the middle, yes? -Yes.

I'll go next to you.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mom.

It's very important that I sit next to Don Pablo tonight.

Ay. I'll go on your other side then.

That's where Julia's sitting.

Great!

Yes. Perfect.

Awesome!

Sounds like you two have it all figured out.

-Yes, mom. -How great!

Mm-hmm.

[Older Máximo, in English] Aída arrived early to celebrate Sara

getting into Universidad Guerrerense.

But Sara wasn't as happy as she thought she'd be.

Are you crying?

[sighs]

You're the smartest girl I know.

Who cares if you didn't get into some dumb school?

That doesn't mean you're not...

I got in.

What?

You got into NYU?!

Wow! [gasps]

God, I hope I get in, too!

That's the best school ever!

You're going to New York!!!

-[chuckles] -[laughs]

Ay.

What's wrong?

It's just...

I don't know.

I don't know if can I go to New York, Aída.

My family doesn't have the money...

to pay for all of this.

Maybe this is too big a dream...

Why're you giving up before you try?

Have you even told your mom yet?

No!

No. She's being weird about

Máximo moving across the courtyard.

How's she going to feel about me moving

to a whole other country?

[sighing]

[inhales sharply, sighs]

Can we keep this to ourselves?

Sure.

Don't worry.

It's our secret.

[whispering indistinctly]

Nora!

[Older Máximo, in English] As I waited for Don Pablo to arrive,

I ran the plan over in my mind.

I needed to remind him of the human cost of his vendetta

against Vera and Las Colinas.

Was I going to lay it on thick?

Absolutely.

[in Spanish] Don Pablo! You made it!

And with wine!

[chuckles] Can I just say...

I'm so glad we are able to separate our

personal relationship from business.

Of course. We're family.

I brought you this...

So you can forget what a jerk your new boss is.

Really makes you miss Diane, huh?

[laughs] Aha!

But I miss YOU most of all.

My mentor who has always had my back.

Consistently.

No matter what.

Like when we drank that añejo, remember?

[in English] Añejo boys for life!

-[chuckles] -[in Spanish] Pardon?

[mumbles]

Let's eat. I'm starving.

Well, then after you, sir.

We are in for a night of togetherness and joy!

[Older Máximo, in English] That was the plan at least.

But since everyone came to the meal with their own issues and secrets,

the joy wasn't quite there yet.

Sara was hiding that she got into NYU.

Julia was reeling from "Bananagate."

My mom had lost her seat next to me.

And Esteban felt guilty about a certain peanut based murder.

The only one enjoying herself was Doña Rosita,

who'd forgotten all about Sara's secret,

too distracted by Don Pablo's handsomeness.

[in Spanish] Hi, Don Pablo.

[chuckles]

Babe,

why don't you use a knife?

No, no thank you. I'm good.

[chuckles]

[Don Pablo] Sara.

Are you excited about Universidad Guerrerense?

-Yeah. -Mmm.

You don't have to take a plane to get there or anything.

What's that, my love?

Hmm? What did you say?

Because I'm all the way down here.

[sighs]

It's like I need a plane

to be in the conversation.

Don't worry, Doña Nora. You don't need a plane.

You'll find a way in. You always do.

[stammering, chuckles]

I want to make a toast!

First of all...

-to Sarape... -[Nora] Sí.

We're all very proud.

Congratulations, sweetie!

[chuckling] Sí.

[chuckles] Yay.

And second of all:

I'd like to raise a glass

to Don Pablo.

[gasps]

I wouldn't be here without you.

You've always supported me,

no matter how hard it got sometimes.

And look at me now.

I can finally afford to live with Julia...

And yet we live next door to my "mother-in-law."

To co-dependence!

[inhales sharply] I think we're getting off subject.

This night is all about Sara.

My beautiful, intelligent baby girl.

The first person in our family to go to college.

The first! [chuckles]

[Nora] Thank God it's nearby.

Some people appreciate when family's around.

-Mmm. -Congratulations, my love!

To Universidad Guerrerense!

Or wherever her heart may lead her

if she isn't afraid to dream.

What a beautiful sentiment...

Sara's friend.

Now it's my turn.

Ever since my husband died,

I've been...

quite lonely.

[chuckles]

[stammers] Okay! Who wants dessert?

I do...

-[chuckles] -[whispering] Mamá.

I'll get it.

No! I'll get it! I'm already up!

Plus, I can give Don Pablo a tour of our place!

Join me.

Yes, yes please! Let's go.

And lastly:

the matchbook you gave me

that started our journey together, sir.

I still remember that first day

when you barged into my office asking for a job.

And look at you now.

-[chuckles] -You made it to the top.

I did.

Thanks to you.

But what a precarious mountain it is.

So many ways to slip and fall back down...

taking down not only yourself,

but your soulmate,

who you're only just starting a life with.

"Life gives you surprises..."

The surprises life gives you,

"oh God."

Máximo,

what's going on?

Oh. Nothing. [chuckles]

Just reminding you

of what you helped me achieve.

And what I stand to lose

if you keep up this war with Las Colinas.

Ah.

Las Colinas is not my problem anymore.

But you still care about me, right?

I could lose this apartment!

My title as Head of Operations!

Everything I've worked so hard for over the last few years.

Did you ever think about what I lost

when Vera sent me packing

after almost 40 years of service to that hotel?

And then you invite me to your house

to do Vera's dirty work?

[stammering] No, no my intention was...

You said you wanted to keep our personal

relationship separate from business,

but that was a lie.

Don Pablo, please!

I need you to step down!

My life has barely just begun, and you...

You were about to retire anyway!

Yes! But on my own terms!

I wanted to exit through "la Puerta grande,"

not be forced out.

My legacy was ruined.

Máximo, if you want to get rid of me,

you'll have to beat me.

Without some cheap shortcut.

I'm disappointed you would deceive me.

Wait!

Don Pablo, wait!

[in English] I deceived you too, Máximo.

We have to put in a railing.

[sighs, stammers] I was avoiding telling you but...

but your story, it-it guilted me.

I know you wanna recreate the past,

but the inspector's not gonna let us open without it.

Seriously?

We never needed a railing in the '80s and it was never an issue.

-Memito! -[in Spanish] I'm good!

[chuckles, speaks Spanish]

[in English] Fine. Put in the damn railing.

Stupid cell phones.

[stammers] So you're okay with it?

I don't have much of a choice.

You should've just told me.

This is exactly what I was trying to warn you about.

Keeping things in can lead to terrible consequences.

-[Máximo] Don Pablo? -[in Spanish] There you are!

You wouldn't eat a bruised banana, would you?

-What? -That's not the point!

What kind of crazy person breaks into someone's apartment

to move their bananas?!

What kind of crazy person puts their bananas

-in the bottom of the bowl?! -[speaks Spanish]

[Esteban] Relax, Nora. Sometimes people do things they're not fully aware of...

with terrible,

terrible consequences.

-Don't defend her, please. -Ooh.

Don't listen to her.

-Why does this say "Guerrerense?" -[Nora, Máximo arguing]

Aren't you going to New York?

No.

No, Doña Rosita. You must be forgetting things again.

Are you tired? Here, I'll take you to bed.

Take a siesta!

No, I'm not tired!

C'mon let's go!

I heard you through the wall!

[Máximo, Nora speak Spanish]

Eat this.

-[scoffs] -But it's bruised...

You're a grown man.

Eat it!

[mumbles indistinctly]

[chuckles]

What's happening?

[groans]

[gags]

[gagging]

-[clears throat] -[gags]

[exclaiming]

-[gasps] -[groans]

My mom's right! I hate bruised bananas!

[Older Máximo, in English] My simple admission

led to a series of confessions that erupted

like a volcano across the table.

[in Spanish] I told you!

YOU'RE A CONTROL FREAK!

AND YOU STOLE MY BABY!

I killed a man.

[muffled] Sahrah's gohing toh Nehw Yohrk!

-What? -What's going on?

[muffled] SAHRAH'S GOHING TOH NEHW YOHRK!

Doña Rosita said I'm going to New York!

What do you mean you're going to New York?

[Sara] Mm-hmm.

Um...

Aída brought me back an NYU application,

I applied,

-and I got in. -[gasps]

Oh my God, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you, Sarape!

-Congratulations! -No congratulations!

You're not going!

[Aída] You don't understand, Señora.

Getting into this school is a very special thing...

I don't want to hear another word from the fresa

who's been filling my daughter's head with ideas!

Nora, let's at least talk about this...

Oh, look at you.

Now you're taking their side?

-[sighs] -[Julia] Doña Nora,

you're starting to sound like your mother-in-law!

-[gasps] How dare you?! -[gasps] How dare you?!

[speaks Spanish]

[arguing indistinctly]

[sighs]

Well...

-I told you. -[sighs] Ay.

-[breathing heavily] -[heart beating rapidly]

-[heartbeat continues] -[arguing indistinctly]

My son! My son!

Esteban!

-My love! What's wrong? -Esteban! Esteban!

Talk to me, my love!

CALL AN AMBULANCE, JULIA! CALL AN AMBULANCE! QUICKLY!

[speaking indistinctly]