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What do you mean you're leaving?

You've got everything you want here.

Don't tell me you're eloping

with one of those tall, handsome guys.

No. Of course not.

I'm going to study.

Besides, the men I like

know how to make barbecue.

All right.

You know?

I have a dream.

I'd like to have a beautiful family and a big house.

And, I'd like to build it...

with whoever shares my dreams.

And do I happen to be in that dream for a bit?

I don't know.

Do you know how to make barbecues?

It's late. At what time is Rocio back?

She won't take long.

Oh, damn.

You're the most jealous dad on Earth.

What are you gonna do when she leaves

and you can't keep an eye on her?

So what?

Rocio is nobody's girlfriend.

Oh, Daddy. You're so naive.

She's dating Gabino, Socorro's son.

Whatever. My daughter is nobody's girlfriend.

Much less that deadbeat Gabino.

That lazy kid.

My daughter will study in another city.

In a good school.

That's what we work for, right?

Protect her, St. Martin.

Please, protect her.

St. Martin doesn't protect people.

He protects businesses.

- Here. - Hey, calm down.

Why don't we go out for dinner?

I'll just remove the avocado from the tlayudas

in case they upset your tummy.

Alright, woman.

Don't you remember when we started dating?

Look what I've just got.

It's my acceptance letter for the Child Education School.

I'll finally do what I like.

Congratulations.

I promise to visit you on Sundays.

Oh, Gabino.

You can't.

On Sundays you sell the most.

It's easier for me to visit you.

If not...

how are we paying my big house?

That was by your house, right?

Rocio! Rocio, wait!

- Mom! - Rocio!

Rocio, wait!

Mom!

KILLER WOMEN

THE SLEEPLESS

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

- I'm with you, Rocio. - Thank you!

Did I do that to you?

- I'm sorry. - Don't worry. It's okay.

This is like a nightmare.

Let's go. You need to rest.

Come on.

Rocio?

Rocio?

Oh, sweetie.

You're just as I left you last night.

You haven't slept?

You need to rest.

Look.

I've brought you these.

New clothes for you to get changed.

Where are my parents, Mrs. Soco?

Where are you going?

Maybe they weren't home and they're about to arrive.

No.

Have you forgotten last night we were at the church?

Your parents are there.

They'll stay there.

You need to sleep.

Sometimes...

when people don't rest...

their minds start thinking weird stuff.

It smells like burnt.

- Can't you smell it? - No.

No, I can't smell it.

This is what I mean.

You need to rest.

And get those ideas out of your head.

Here.

Change your clothes.

I'll take a shower first.

Rocio...

Now that all of this has happened,

we're your only family.

You can stay here as long as you want.

If you'd like to resume your plans of leaving for the city to study,

just let me know.

I need you to know that from now on...

you're like a daughter to me.

No, Mom.

Not like a daughter.

Like a daughter-in-law.

If Rocio wants it, we can get married right now.

I'll take a shower.

I don't get why you're in such a hurry.

Why are you in a hurry?

About getting married?

Remember you have to get married out of love.

- Not out of pity. - Mom.

We love each other.

Yeah, but she has other plans.

She wants to study in the city. Have you forgotten about it?

No, I won't go anymore.

You won't?

We have other plans, Mom.

- What plans? - New plans, Mom.

Well, there's the issue of your parents' market stand.

We have to see what to do with it.

Remember people liked the way your parents made drinks.

So, it won't be the same without them.

What about the savings?

I'm sure you'll need those savings.

Since my dream was to study,

they had to borrow money from the bank to...

pay for my place and everything.

But with everything that happened,

we can tell the school you're not going anymore.

They'll give you your money back and...

we'll get rid of that debt.

I can help you sort it out.

I'll go and visit my parents.

I mean...

I'll go to the church to visit my parents.

Go with her, Gabino.

And who'll open the stand?

I'll open it, but don't leave her alone!

Go with her!

Do you want some of my sauce?

No, thanks.

Your sauces are super spicy!

You'll come begging for some once we run out of it.

So? When is your son's wedding?

I think we'll have to wait for a while.

At least when we're done mourning.

Ah, we're not waiting for so long.

I'll let you know so you can come for a bit.

Are you seriously thinking

of marrying the girl after the mourning period is over?

Hey...

Why don't you help me arrange the wedding, instead of complaining?

Okay, close your eyes.

Now imagine, here in this place, and at home,

there'll be a bunch of kids calling you, "Nana Soco! Nana Soco!"

- Of course not! - Nana Soco!

- Why not, Mom? - No.

I'm your mom. I worry about you.

Okay...

It's not that I dislike her, but...

I just can't imagine her as your wife.

You need to open your eyes.

She just wants to leave.

Would you like her to stand you up?

We need a wife who can help you here at the stand.

Actually...

You know what?

We should buy the stand from her.

We'd do well with both stands.

Oh, Mom. You and your ideas.

What ideas?

It's a great idea. Think about it.

- A good idea, sure. - Hi, good afternoon.

I'm so sorry about your parents.

God has them in His eternal glory.

Rocio, what are you doing?

I'll help you.

You can't do that!

You're not honoring your parents' memory.

If I can't be a teacher,

I'll honor my parents' memory and become a seller, like them.

I'll reopen "Los Jarritos Locos."

What about you?

You're so helpful.

But here...

What do you think, St. Martin?

Here you go.

That stand had never had so many rascals hanging around.

I need two more.

- But now, for fuck's sake! - Yeah, I'm on it.

You said without orange, right?

Come here, I'll sing it to your ear.

I can sing it to your ear if you want.

What's up with you?

Go.

Come on! Quick!

And you don't have anything better to do?

Go and mind your business!

Go! Now!

How much did you make?

I don't know. I haven't counted it.

Oh, dear.

I don't think you should be alone on your parents' stand.

Those drunkards will always want to get away with their things.

Besides, you don't have to count the money now.

Eat, instead. You need strength.

I'd like to pay for the clothes you gave me.

Don't worry, my dear.

My mom's right. That's why we're family, right?

Hey, Socorro. Give me another beer, please?

No, no. No more.

- You've drunk enough. - What?

Oh, Mom! It's super hot, come on! Don't limit me.

No, no, it's not that. Just stop.

Stop drinking.

Rocio, do you really want to take over your parents' stand?

Mom, stop pressuring her. I mean it.

Just look at her.

She doesn't eat or sleep.

Don't think I don't hear you walking by yourself at night.

Are you okay?

I haven't been able to sleep well.

See?

At least eat something.

Come on. Eat something.

Son...

I'm not sure she'll manage the stand.

She can do it, Mom. We just have to help her a bit.

Rocio, I was thinking...

Now that you're getting married, why don't we join our stands?

We could make a big taco stand. That'd work well.

See? You've finally agreed with me, Mom!

- About what? - What do you mean? About getting marrie

I need to think about it.

I mean, the other thing.

Our wedding is a fact.

Rocio?

This St. Martin is just like the one I gave to your parents.

He's always looked after us, and he'll keep doing so.

I'd have preferred a woman capable

of working from dawn to dusk, Above all...

...willing to give my Gabino all the boys he'll need

to help him at the stand.

What? What are you...?

- Careful! You'll stain your dress! - You did it!

You gave that saint to my parents and that's why they died.

And know you wanna burn me.

Where are you going?

Hey! Where's my beautiful wife?

Give it to me. Mom, take care of this.

Come, come! Let's dance!

Ready, boys! Now, now!

Oh, Saint Martin of Tours.

Help her. Who knows what's wrong with her?

And protect my Gabino, please.

ACCEPTANCE LETTER

Nana Soco!

How was school, kid?

Good.

Tell him I'm always doing good."

Eat your sandwich or I'll eat you!

That looks good.

I know. I was super hungry.

Mom, that taco is super greasy. It'll harm you.

Don't mess with me.

Instead, tell your wife something! Just look at her!

Sweetie, you can't work here.

Oh, Soco.

It's bad if I do things and also if I don't do them.

Well, that's why mothers-in-law exist.

To have someone to complain about.

As well as grannies.

Sure.

Sweetie, take your notebooks out. We're doing your homework.

But first let her eat her sandwich.

Yeah.

- With this heat... - Rocio?

- What happened? - What is it, dear?

What's wrong?

My mom is right. You need to rest. You can't work so much!

Hold on...

Sit here.

Sit, please.

Mommy, are you alright?

Yes, dear.

- Hi, dear. - Your tacos, Mrs. Flor.

With steak, cheese, and prickly pears, as usual.

Thank you, Love. Are you leaving now?

Yeah, we're a bit late.

- Oh, I don't feel okay. - Come.

Come.

Oh, it's coming.

Dear, call your dad.

Dad!

Take a deep breath.

Let's put some flowers for the Blessed Mother.

To thank her

because since we were told there's a boy in this family,

we're super happy.

Will you look after your brother?

Yes, granny.

I'll look after him just as you've done with me.

You've promised it now.

If you don't keep your word...

I'm gonna take you down with tickles!

Hi, family! Look who's here!

Our heir, Mom.

Look at him. Such a cutie.

Oh, you're so beautiful!

You look just like your dad.

You have your daddy's eyes!

Rocio?

This kid is so strong

I reckon he's drained you, right?

Don't worry. I left everything ready so you can rest.

- I'll take care of the baby. - Don't worry.

Don't worry. My mom is an expert caring for babies.

You should rest too. Leave it to me.

- Are you sure? - Of course.

Hey, cutie.

What is it? Look, look. What is it?

- How gorgeous. - Look at your new home!

Look! You'll live here! Do you like it?

He'll get used to being in your arms.

Gabino...

Gabino!

Gabino! The baby!

The baby is not breathing!

What? What do you mean he's not breathing?

My boy? My boy!

My boy! Gabino!

Dear! Breathe, my dear!

Dear!

Please...

Breathe, my boy. Please...

Your mom didn't take care of herself.

That's why your brother is in heaven now.

Let's pray to the Virgin to look after him.

Don't move, the braid is all twisted now.

That fucking saint is here again?

I told you the girl is scared of it.

St. Martin doesn't scare anyone.

You, on the other hand,

walking like a ghost all nights.

You've been locked out for more than a week.

You need to rest.

Don't yell at me. Much less in front of my daughter.

I'm not yelling.

Look at your eyes.

They look lost. You need to sleep now!

Or go to the market, at least. Gabino can't do this on his own.

FOR SALE

Look at her.

She stays like that. Absent-minded.

I've always known she wasn't right for Gabino.

She's only given us sorrow.

The only boy we've had, and she didn't look after him.

Where is that mind of yours?

Are you okay, my dear?

Look at your hands. They're all oily.

You've stained my clothes.

You know I love you, don't you?

What are you laughing at, nosy hags.

We're not laughing at anything.

Stop eating. Do you know how you'll look?

Hey, no!

Don't talk to me like that!

Tell her something!

I'm the owner of half this business.

Don't forget that.

Your behavior is awful.

Won't you tell her anything?

Weren't you taught that gossiping about others is tacky?

Stop bothering her, Mom. I mean it.

Are you leaving me on my own?

Here you go, darling.

It's lemon balm and passion flower.

I used to gave them to your mother so she could sleep well.

It's just that these don't do anything for me.

I still can't sleep well.

Let's see, dear.

These are angel's trumpets.

Be careful. An overdose can be deadly.

Just a pinch.

Thanks.

May God bless you.

Lucero?

Lucero?

Dear... My dear?

This fucking saint again...

Stop drinking! You do it every day!

Where's the kid?

What's got into you?

Huh?

You fell asleep, so we all left to let you rest.

I woke up and no one was there,

so I was worried.

Where have they gone?

My mom took her out.

- Will they be back soon? - I don't know!

I don't know if they'll be back in hours.

Besides, my mom likes being with her granddaughter.

Is there a problem?

Besides, I think it's better if they take their time.

Then maybe we...

We can start thinking of another boy?

Okay, listen.

I've been thinking a lot about it.

And I think...

The fire that killed my parents was human-caused.

Shit, again with that.

I think your mom did it.

The saint she gave us caught fire and lit up the house.

So...?

You think...

the saint caught fire on its own, like Johnny Storm?

Right?

Don't you see you're talking about my mom?

Your mom is an abuser.

She wants to keep my business.

She wants you to fall in love with that bimbo.

I saw you.

You're crazy. You're so fucking ungrateful.

Don't you see where you live?

Don't you see who owns all of this?

- It's just that... - Shut up!

Don't you ever speak ill of my mom again.

Understood?

You'd better leave.

I'm so fucking done with your shit. With your fucking ideas!

Mommy!

Look what Nana Soco got for me!

Tell me, Mrs. Rocio. How can I help?

I have news from that day.

I was told that the fire that killed my parents

was an accident caused by an explosion.

Yeah, I was told that.

And I suspect someone who could've caused the fire.

And now she wants to hurt me.

She even wants to kill me.

I don't think the fire happened just because.

Someone caused it.

I had a vision about it.

Excuse me, Mrs. Rocio.

Are you aware of what you're saying?

It's easy to accuse others.

I need proofs.

If you have them, I am happy to reopen the case.

Even though it was investigated more than seven years ago.

Proofs, Mrs. Rocio.

Proofs.

Proofs.

That was too much, Mom.

Ten barbecue tacos are too much. Look at you!

Besides, you'll scare clients away.

I'd better take you home.

- Come. - No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no. Don't even move me.

My stomach hurts so much.

Please, listen to me.

Stop eating so much. One day you'll explode here.

Look, Mrs. Flor has sent this for you.

She says it's good for the tummy.

You shouldn't be here. Why don't you go home?

Here.

Drink more.

How is she doing?

A bit better.

She tells me off for not eating and look at her.

She almost dies for eating too much.

Respect my mom, please.

Don't you see her?

A bit more.

Forgive me, Blessed Mother.

Forgive all my sins. Now I'm going to see...

Gabino!

- Gabino, my son! - I'll check my mom.

- Easy, Mom. - I'm going to die!

No, no. You won't die. Easy, easy.

Rocio! Rocio, come! My mom is boiling with fever!

- It hurts so much. - Okay, drink this.

No, not that. I want to see Lucero!

No, you can't see her now.

- Drink this... - Let me see my Lucero!

- No, no! - No, no, don't be like that.

I don't want you to touch the girl! Drink the tea!

- Drink it! - What's wrong with you?

If my dear mom wants to see her granddaughter, she will.

I'll call the doctor. Take care of my mom. Lucero!

- Lucero, come! - Please, don't.

- I feel worse every time I drink it. - Quick, your granny needs you.

You'll feel good, drink all the tea.

No! No!

It hurts so much...

My dear Lucero, come.

- What are you doing? Go! - Here, my love...

I'm sorry, Gabino.

She had been feeling ill for a few days.

Very ill. She used to overeat.

Bad habits deteriorate the circulatory system

and can turn into a cardiopulmonary arrest.

I'm sorry.

With this...

you can pick up the death certificate.

I'm so sorry.

Blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

You have no idea how much I miss you, Mom.

And just like that, you left.

As stubborn as always,

but as lovely as always.

I'll miss you so much, Mom.

You know what?

I promise I'll always carry you in my heart.

What are you doing?

I promise I'll honor your memory to make you proud of me.

Do you speak with the dead or what, Gabino?

Shit! Am I not allowed to talk to my mom?

Come.

Let's make another kid, come on.

No. Get off me! No!

Just look at you.

You can't even stand up.

You don't know what you're saying.

Of course I know what I'm saying.

I promised a boy to my mom, right?

And we'll give her one, so come here.

- No! - Come here!

No!

I won't give you another son.

Much less to be an offering to your mother.

To my mom.

Where is my mom?

No, Ma'am. We have no barbecue now.

Just what you see.

Okay, thanks.

A beer, a beer?

DON'T FORGET TO TIP

- Another. More water. - Wait.

Cheers! Cheers!

Drink it all! All!

Martha! Make some chips and beans, please?

Please? Another, another!

What? Are you nagging at us?

Can I help you, Mrs. Flor?

Thanks, child. I know my mess.

How is it going?

I can't sleep well.

Do you have more of that herb you gave me the other day?

The angel's trumpet?

No, child.

It's very hard to get it.

It's seasonal, so it's over.

Thanks.

How much does the popcorn cost?

- Ten... - What are you doing?

Write it here... Where were you?

Don't leave me with the stand.

There's no people here.

What are you doing to the kid?

What am I doing to her?

We're doing homework. Don't you see?

You and your ideas!

My mom was right.

But it's my fault for not listening to her or doing what she said!

You've never been a good mother, much less a good wife!

A boy! You haven't given me a boy!

I'm done with you!

- Here. - Yes.

It's okay. She's a girl.

I'm sure she got hurt playing at school. Right, Lucero?

Does this hurt?

-No! - No?

Okay.

I've got the remedy.

This ointment here.

Put this ointment on her,

and the pain will stop.

And how are you doing, Rocio?

I'm good.

Well, not so much.

I can see you don't sleep.

I can't remember when was the last time I had a good sleep.

That's terrible. You should've come earlier.

Lack of sleep can cause many physical and mental issues.

Very serious issues.

Sleeping is essential.

I'll give you some pills.

You'll be able to sleep with these pills

But let me tell you, this medication is strong.

You can only use it in critical times like these.

No, thanks, Doctor.

I don't think I need them.

Use them.

Darling?

Won't you comb Mary's hair?

She also needs an ointment.

Do you want to put it on her or do you want me to do it?

My dear...

Did anyone hit you at school?

At the market?

Here at home?

My dear...

Who did this to you?

I'm sleepy.

Come, lie down.

Take Mary.

I'm home.

Now, St. Martin

you'll live here.

I'm only asking you for the business to thrive

like when my mom managed it.

I've told you I don't want that goddamned saint in my house!

Take it away!

- Hey, sweetie. - Hi.

You took the saint away again, didn't you?

I won't let you get away with this one.

I'll teach you to respect your husband.

- Love... - Last time I couldn't stand up.

Now you'll see we'll make a boy this time.

Go to your room, dear.

I'll see you in a bit.

Get in! Now!

- This time will be it. - No.

And stop crying.

Your husband passed out!

He's never been this drunk, much less at this hour.

Mom...

We haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

And you have to have strength to feed my baby brother.

Can I get something at the market?

Mom?

No, darling. It's dangerous.

So what are we going to do?

I'm hungry.

Easy, love.

Don't cry, baby.

Don't cry.

Then, I ground the doctor's pills.

And put them in my husband's bottle.

I killed him.

I only ask for something.

Take my kids to Mrs. Flor.

Mrs. Rocio...

You know it doesn't work like that.

Just tell me...

Why did you do it?

I just wanted him to shut up.

After turning herself in to the authorities,

Rocío was prosecuted for the murder

of her husband Gabino.

She was sentenced to 40 years for qualified homicide

in kinship.

Lucero and his brother were turned over to the authorities

for their care.

Rocío was diagnosed with a severe delusional disorder

that could have been treated without fatal consequences.

She still spends sleepless nights.