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My husband wants a divorce.

-No! Really?
-A divorce?

All because I fled to Miami like
a common refugee. You know, like
one of those Arabs.

The way he threw your stuff out
the window is unforgivable...

that man is a demon and it's
a good thing you left him.

Now that you mention it, his
semen was flavored with a dash
of arsenic.

For Christ's sake Petra!
Too much information.

Demon semen or not,
you insulted his penis!

Of course he threw your stuff
out the window. He's a man!

Oh God! His penis! Reme, I
bought him so much Viagra.

But it was like Peter Pan!

-Like Peter Pan?
-Darling, it never grew...

The point is, I'm done with men.
Functioning penis or not.

Girl, you need to calm down.
This will help.

A gift from your personal
psychiatrist. And I even have
chocolate.

-Bless you.
-I don't want pills!

Besides, pills make
me bloated...

Nonsense! When a man kicks
you out on your ass.

Or, drops dead like mine did,
you need to take pills to

-Delish!
-Take pills...

or sleep with a black a guy.
Genetically speaking, they won't
disappoint.

-Really?
-Sure thing.

When they penetrate, they can
cure everything from suicidal
thoughts to mild boredom.

Honey, it's a scientific
miracle!

The drinks, ladies!

!¡Ay!

The drinks, girls.

Thank you.

-Excuse me for a moment.
-Petra, dear, sit down!

Don't make a fool of yourself
in a public place.

Fine! But I don't want
any pills!

I'm happy to take them off your
hands. I've been having terrible
nightmares...

-Really? How are things with
your husband? -That's a silly
question.

Hmm. Well, this one is already
crying over here, may as well
get to work on you too.

I can tell you right now, what
Piero and I have is fantastic.
I'm very lucky. Really!

Interesting... How was Mexico?
You know, her husband just won a
big award there...

It's like a Nobel Prize
for architecture.

Yes, yes. It was all over the
news. What's the award

-Pritzker. Prit --zker.
-Sounds suspiciously like an
STD.

On that note,
it's time for me to go girls.

No! Already? This is our ritual!

We're on a mission to make day
drinking fashionable again

even the manager
here knows it.

Remember I have a party tonight!
You shouldn't drink too much
now!

Jesus, the party, the party.
We know!

The maid is at work right now.
The theme will be Mexican,
because of the award...

Yes, we know! You did invite
half the country club!

Maybe you can find a functioning
penis to make you forget all
your troubles.

-I doubt it.
-Shut up!

-Don't touch me, slut!
-Ladies...

make sure you fasten your seat
belts tight because tonight will
be bumpy.

Bottoms up!

I KILLED MY HUSBAND!

I'm home!
Who's up?

Piero!

Berta?

... let the little stars
fill me with inspiration

to tell you little things

For God's sake!

Piero!

Please do that again!

-How dare you?
-Remedios?

-She's not supposed to be here.
-No kidding. What are you doing

What am I doing here? This is my
house! What is this bitch doing
in our bed?

Excuse me?

-Right. I'll explain...
-Okay. Explain...

Explain!

-Oh my god!
-Tell her to leave!

-What are you doing?
-Tell her to leave, I said!

Viviana, can you give us
some space? I'll call you.

-Call me right away.
-Sure.

Call me!

-How long has this been going
on? -Reme, calm down. Give me
the gun.

How long?

A year.

-How many times?
-What?

-Answer me, dammit!
-In a year? Geez, a lot.
Countless.

-You're being too honest!
-Reme, my love --

-Oh, don't you call me 'my
love,' you sonofabitch! -Okay.
You got it.

-Were there others?
-I'm insulted.

Yes. Okay. There were... others.

Do I know them?

The great architect.

You're going to humiliate
the entire family with this.

Really? Don't you think you
humiliate yourself already? Have
you seen yourself in the mirror?

You're past your prime and
wrinkled. You even smell like an
old woman now. You disgust me!

Oh no! Oh shit! Oh shit!
Oh no! Ma'am!

What have you done?
Are you crazy? No!

What happened up here?

He's dead.

Yes. That part is very clear.

I knew this was going to happen.
I had a premonition in a dream!

I knew something would happen
today. But not this! I'm a
terrible witch.

Don't tell me anything! I know
nothing. I have nothing to do
with this!

Oh, like you had no idea he was
bringing lovers to this home?

He said she was a
physical therapist.

You could have mentioned he
had a "Physical therapussy!"

Well, yes... and interns and
secretaries, oh and the French
teacher --

-Shut up Berta! Shut up!
-I mean, this is not new
information to you!

You're a traitor!
A traitor in my own house!

A traitor to whom? You or him?
You murderess!

I'm a widow! A widow!

Widow? It doesn't count when
you're the one who kills him!

I gotta be honest, your
therapist is terrible at her
job!

-Give me the gun!
-Not a chance.

Give me the damn gun!

How can you be so selfish?
Think about the consequences!

I mean... I'll be jobless in the
middle of a financial crisis!
And I'm 52!

-You're 58.
-Same shit.

-Shoot me, I'm not going to
jail. -That's dramatic. But,
okay.

-Are you crazy?
-You see? You don't want to die!

Of course I don't! But I don't
want to go to jail either!

What would people say...
the people at the club?

My esthetician?

-You don't have to go to jail.
-What do you mean?

Nope.

Let's say, maybe he
simply disappeared?

Fueled by his success, he left
you with another beautiful
younger woman...

and we don't know
where they went!

No, no, with his ego? He'd never
leave the spotlight from the
award behind.

-A man once told me he was
leaving for a cigarette. -And
what happened?

He actually left me for a
cigarette. I never saw him
again.

-So what do we do then?
-You! What will you do! I won't
move a finger.

In fact, I've seen nothing!

Berta! It's your job
to clean up!

The nerve!

-So how much are we talking
about? -How much what?

-I'm your maid. Not your free
body disposal service! -I won't
give you a penny!

-How dare you take advantage of
me like this... -Don't fool
yourself!

You have nobody else and I'm
your only chance of getting out
of this... So make up your mind.

Fine! We have a deal!

Deal.

He definitely does not look
dead. Not all dead at least!

... I haven't seen him like
this in years.

Typical for a man to die and
THEN deliver exactly what a
woman wants.

-I just wanted peace...
-Yes, peace. So you killed your
husband...

-I just wanted to scare him.
-Good job. Scared him to death!

Now what?

Can we plant him in the garden?

At least while we come up with
an excuse to cancel the party.

Cancel the party, my ass!

He's the man of the hour. We
can't let anybody see him like
this.

Obviously! But if you cancel, it
will look suspicious to the
authorities.

The party must go on!

We just need to figure out a way
to keep people from noticing
that he's missing.

Why are you so good at this?

Telenovelas.

Right.

All they ever do is try
and get away with murder.

Act as if nothing's happened.
Especially when the reporter
gets here.

The magazine!

-Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
-And their donkeys!

-God Damnit! Now I have more to
clean. -Shut up and grab his
hands!

I'd rather grab between his
legs. You know, for a better
grip.

The police!

Don't be a stupid. How would
they already know?

It was hardly a silent death!
With all the shots! Someone must
have heard.

Shut up! They'll probably
go away.

-Okay... We're screwed.
-What should we do?

-Ok, go see who it is.
-With this mess?

Yes, at least cover
the erection!

Drag him to the kitchen.

And hide him!

-Oh, it's you.
-God, you're sexy.

-What do you want?
-How are you today?

I said, what do you want?

-Are the Mr. and Mrs in?
-No. Well, the Mrs. is. What do
you want?

I wanted to know if you can
get the day off...

so we can have an
intimate encounter.

I don't know what you're
talking about...

-Why are you being so cold?
-Put your boner away!

Just a quick one... please.

Is there any other kind
with you?

And it's really not a good time.

-Why are you whispering? What's
going on? -Listen, Piero has
fled.

-Fled? Where to?
-What do I know!

I'm not a travel agent! He
ditched the Mrs. for his
secretary! Happens all the time.

-But what about the party?
-Oh right, the party. I almost
forgot.

The truth is that's why I came.
To see if there's any work I can
do.

And use the extra cash
to take you out...

Pepe, look. You're an idiot.

You're great in bed.
But still, you're an idiot.

Now go!

-How about just a quickie...
-No!

-A really quick quicky.
-I said no!

Not now!

What's going on here? What's
he doing on our doorstep?

Well, Ma'am, your porch
is very dangerous.

All these leaves make it very
slippery. I almost slipped and
died...

-Oh, shut up, you idiot!
-Berta, let him speak. The man
almost died...

Besides, I heard your
whole conversation.

I can sweep them... Or perhaps,
you have another job for me.

You know, with the
big party tonight.

Actually, I could use some help.
In the garden.

-Are you sure we need help...
right now? -Yes. 100%. Come in,
come in.

But he's so dirty! He should
stay outside. With the dogs!

We don't have dogs! And if he
makes a mess, you can clean it.
That's why we pay you.

-Come in.
-Pepe, wait a second.

But...

Are you insane?

-What are you doing?
-You said act like nothing
happened!

He won't suspect a thing. He
miraculously functions entirely
without any trace of a brain.

That didn't stop you
from sleeping with him.

Besides, I'm the one who
gives the orders here.

You were in Mexico! Besides my
private life is none of your
business.

Private life! Ha, what private
life? Now open the door!

Open the door!

All good?

Of course, come in.

Come on, it's okay.

What's that?

Oh, that's a cleaning product.
Very powerful. Came highly
recommended.

The best selling cleaning
product right now. From China.

Of course it is! You're always
ahead of the trends!

Apologies. You caught us in the
middle of fixing up the place.
Everything is upside down!

Oh, I like things upside down.
If you're up for it.

-Upside down?
-I was just being silly.

Go!

I would love for you to do
something creative with those
trees and the lilacs as well.

Piero brought them from Bavaria
but I hate them.

But they're so pretty...

Lilac is his German secretary's
name. And I hate her.

Anything for you Ma'am. These
are the hands of an artist. Just
ask Berta over here.

Better not.

Where are you going?
The garden is the other way!

-Oh. This apple looks tasty...
-There's more where that came
from.

I'll say.

So, how much for the job?

-I only have $100.
-Oh, now suddenly you're poor?

Perfect. Shall I start
right away?

-Yes!
-No!

-No? No.
-Give it half an hour.

-I'll grab my tools and be back.
-Wonderful.

Half an hour!

-I can't wait to trim all the
bushes... -Yes, trim them all!
Bye!

If his poor mother could see him
now. From months stuffed inside
her womb...

to an eternity stuffed
in this shitty carpet.

Shitty? Oh, no. This was
very expensive.

And Piero loved it.

We bought it in Venice for our
first anniversary.

It was full moon,
and like two lost souls,

we wandered through the streets
of the city with a bottle of
Procecco...

We snuck into what we thought
was an empty gondola, but it
wasn't.

This fat old Sicilian was
sleeping in the back. He was so
angry! I was terrified!

Piero, had a way with words. He
convinced the man to give us a
tour around the canals.

He pressed his body against mine
and whispered in my ear.

He said he would never
forget that night.

Now look at him... He can't
laugh, speak nor whisper. All
because of me.

Don't think like that. You're a
respectable woman, not some
idiot.

-Aren't those two the same?
-Yes.

I don't think I can
do this, Berta.

Yes you can! Or, you want to
cancel the party and then call
the police?

I need you to be strong.
See this through to the end.

I'm going to shower.

We made it.

Finally. I really can't count
on you for anything.

Oh god, here we go!

You went out partying last
night! Selling drugs! All the
while knowing that --

We made it! And we didn't even
get lost... More than once.

-You are hopeless.
-Just drive!

Stop talking!

-Good god, it's a hot one.
-Make sure nobody's watching!
Hurry!

Okay, okay!

-Jesus, you lesbos have terrible
attitudes. -For the last time,
I'm not a lesbian.

-You need to get yourself a
prime sausage. -Take a look!

We're clear.

So these are the bushes. Should
be enough to distract you.

Got any ideas for what I should
do with them, my little
marshmallow?

-I thought you were the artist.
-Oh, I am. I'll show you what I
can do.

Why ask me, then?

-Auntie, we're here!
-My girl! Finally!

I'll leave you to it, Picasso.

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
I know what to do now!

-You're late girl.
-Where should we start?

Get them to start setting up the
stage. Where's your brother?

-In the van. He was up to his
old tricks last night. -I'll go
get him.

-I'll see you in the kitchen.
-You got it.

Chop chop!

-Hi.
-Hey.

What's up?

Finally Quique!
Oh, look who's here!

-My boy! My baby boy!
-Hi Berta.

I didn't know you were here!
When was the last time you
visited us?

I know nothing about
you anymore.

Married, have a girlfriend,
lovers, illegitimate children?
Nothing! I know nothing!

-I'm doing just fine. A bit
tired and all alone. -Not
anymore!

-My beautiful boy!
-Really? I don't even get a
hello?

You'll be lucky if I even punch
you in the face. You're such a
disgrace.

-Easy! Easy!
-Easy? Get in there before I
drag you by the balls!

He really is such a disgrace.

Get in the kitchen!

Where's my mom?

You know her, once she's in the
shower, you'll need an army to
drag her out.

-When she does, will you tell
her I'm here? -Tell her
yourself.

-Nah, it's ok.
-Where are you going?

-I need a nap.
-A nap? You can't go to sleep!
You just got here!

I'm not feeling very well.
Just need to lie down for a bit.

In the living room? I think not!
Your mother would have a heart
attack.

Jesus, it's just
for a little bit.

Sorry, I really don't feel well.

-Nope! Not that way! It's wet.
-Fine, you don't have to yell!

Help!

I need help, please!

Look, all dry and clean.
Now you can get some sleep.

-What's going on with you?
-Your mother as usual. That's
what's going on.

-You guys fighting?
-No. It's all good.

Now go to sleep and I'll tell
the boss you're here.

She's got a shitty
attitude today.

-Did my father do something to
her? -I said go to sleep!

-How may we be of service?
-I want to report a murder.

-Are you a witness?
-Well, I haven't seen the body
yet.

-And who got murdered?
-Piero Grande.

-Piero Grande! The great
architect! -That guy on the news
who won that award.

That one. His wife killed him.

-No!
-Yes!

I was over there and I heard
some yelling and some gun shots
upstairs. I got really scared.

-... And who are you to him?
-I am the love of his life,
clearly.

Carlos, I got this.

So this is where all
the tax money goes?

-What was your name?
-Viviana, pleasure.

-So, who shot this architect?
-I said his wife shot him!

Let's go to his house now
and you'll see.

He said he was going to call me
right away, and he hasn't.

We can't just walk into his
house without a warrant. You
understand?

-Fine! Then come to the party
tonight. -A party?

We can walk right in.
Infiltrate.

Are they celebrating his death?

-Don't make fun of me.
-No, I'm sorry, Ma'am.

I just need one reason to
actually believe this is real.

Well...

did I mention I never lie?

Come on, lift! Lift the carpet.

Be ready and don't
miss anything. Got it?

Hide. Hurry up and hide!

Get down! Dammit!

-Berta! That's got to be the
reporter. -Should I answer?

Of course! They'll think we
don't have a maid! My god... and
that we are poor?

You are poor in the humanity
department. Bankrupt even.

I'm glad to see the shower
lifted your spirit. By the way,
your son is here.

-My Lucio? Where is he?
-In the living room, resting.

Just like his father.

-The carpet! Did he see it?
-No. He didn't.

Don't worry about that carpet!

I'll take care of it. Just make
this interview short, okay?

-Okay. Fine. Open the door...
-Here's an advance, and Pepe's.

Now open the door!

-Oh, so we're definitely having
a party. -Of course we're having
a party.

Nothing happened here!

Now put a smile on your face.

-Good afternoon.
-Yes?

-My name's Purificacin Valero
from -- -Oh, right. You're the
reporter? Come in.

Oh, it's you!
What a coincidence.

How are you, Ms.?

-Wonderful, wonderful.
-All ready for the big party?

Just about.

-Remedios Grande.
-Puri Valero.

A pleasure to finally meet the
wife of the great architect!

Charmed.

Roll it!

-Is that okay with you?
-Of course. Make yourself at
home.

Ah what a coincidence... My
husband gave me a similar purse
just a few weeks ago in Mexico!

-And where is he by the way?
-Over there resting.

He's still jet-lagged from
our trip to Mexico.

Practically dead.

I can imagine... but he did
promise me an exclusive. He owes
me a huge favor --

Let's move this to the garden!
It's such a beautiful day.

If you say so.

I inherited the house years
ago from my parents.

I was studying architecture with
my husband at the time.

Ah, so you wanted to be an
architect. Now you're just happy
being unemployed.

I'm a housewife.
I'm not unemployed.

Sure, when I found out I was
pregnant, I left my career
behind.

I wanted to focus on being
a good mother.

There are women today with
careers and kids. You're saying
they're probably bad mothers?

No. Not at all... I'm just
saying that, in a way,

my husband's Pritzker award
feels like it belongs to me as
well.

With me taking all the other
responsibilities so he could
focus on his work.

Responsibilities. Sure.

How did he get the money for the
building he's winning the award
for?

Was that a family
inheritance too?

What do you mean?

Oh, it's just that it was a
really big project for him.

You know, with so many other
more qualified architects out
there.

And, your family is no
stranger to corruption...

Your father after all was a
republican banker with an
appearance in the Panama papers.

My father was a great man.

I rather talk about my children.

Lucio, the eldest, works in
business administration.

And our youngest, Paloma,
she's a chef at Le Cordon Bleu.

-Le Cordon Bleu? Not surprised.
-What the fuck is this?

It's your garden.
How about you tell me.

This must be the maid's doing...
We try to employ a diverse
staff.

What is this? Go on!
Get out of there!

-What's happening here?
-Ma'am?

Pepe? Out of the pool now!

A property full of immigrants...
Illegal, I suspect.

Just another bit of evidence of
the exploitation running rampant

by the far rights in
this country.

-I thought you came here to film
us! -Sure. Originally.

But now I see you have half of
Beijing slaving away in your
garden.

Am I right?

They are simply testing
the water for the party!

Why does Hola Magazine
care anyway?

Hola Magazine?

Comrade, please!
We're not from Hola Magazine.

Did you even talk
to your husband?

What other magazine would care
about a high society event?

-Turn that shit off! Right now,
moron! -Easy! Calm down!

Look, just because your
husband's not giving it to you

doesn't mean you should
take it out on us.

How dare you?

How would you know that...
Not that it's true.

He's miserable and wants
to leave you.

He told me so the same day he
also bought me this purse in
Mexico!

Ma'am, calm down!

Please calm down!

Communists!

The nerve of that bitch!
Insulting me? The lack of
class... Of everything!

And you! You bastard! Telling
everyone you were unhappy? How
could you be unhappy?

We can afford pills
and therapists!

What are you yelping about?
What happened?

-Mom, why do you have a gun?
-Yeah, what's with the gun?

-What about me? Huh?

What about me? After all the
shady shit I did for you!

Calm down!

Did you see them? The bastards
sneak into this house...

taking advantage of an honest
family, just to further some
smear campaign!

As if we had anything to hide!
Right?

I'm going to kill him!

-What does she have against the
carpet? -It's an ugly, filthy,
lying carpet...

Is there something inside?

Oh!

-How are you doing?
-Just fine thanks. You?

I'm kind of nervous.

You look beautiful.
Well, you always do.

-Hello?
-Berta? It's Paloma, will you
open the gate?

My darling! Yes, yes of course!
I'll open it right away.

Knock it off you animals!
My angel is here.

Honey, I left the presents
in the car!

Ok, but hurry.

-Paloma!
-Mom!

What's with the yelling?

What yelling? Oh, that! We
thought maybe you'd been
kidnapped by the Islamic State!

But obviously not.
Come in come in.

-Hold on, I'm waiting for my
partner. -Oh, you brought a
guest?

Yes.

You didn't mention that.

I am now though. Yeah?

So mysterious.

Go to the bathroom and wash up!

My baby girl...

My flower, my little dove!

Let me look at you. You look
beautiful, but too skinny!
Aren't you eating?

I am!

You can't be a good chef if
you don't know to eat!

Excuse me! You can't be in here
this is private property!

Can you believe this?
Didn't you hear me?

I said you need to leave!
Don't you try and steal
anything!

Mom, stop!

It's a danger to have these
thugs roaming around. Berta call
the police!

The police?
That's not in our best interest.

Mom, Berta, this is Mosi...

He's my fiancé.

Pleasure to meet you Ma'am.

What wrong Ma'am? Breathe!

Berta? Lucio? What happened?

Oh, not too much. You decided to
take a quick nap after all the
exercise.

Exercise?
She almost broke my nose!

-And Piero, where is he?
-Ma'am, you know that he's not
here right now.

Of course, he isn't.
When I need him for once.

It's not his fault this time.

Oh, it's never his fault, is it?
Never his fault. First time we
had sex...

he doesn't have a condom. Not
his fault! Well look where that
got us!

What?

Surprise. You were an accident.
Or better put... a trap!

-She's lost it.
-No shit.

I'm sorry, I was just having the
worst nightmares. First your
father was dead...

and then your innocent little
sister was engaged to an actual
black guy.

A guy darker than a
death sentence.

The things that come out
of your mouth.

-Well, it's true.
-What do you mean?

Paloma brought her fiancé home
today. And he's most definitely
very black.

-You were saying?
-Oh, don't be dramatic!

He's Cuban...
and with a big ass!

Where are they now?

Upstairs. She's giving him a
tour of the bedrooms.

Alone? Are you crazy?

-No doubt they're fornicating!
-What? In this house nobody
fucks!

I want my cappuccino in the
mornings. Not in my family!

Racist!

Get her immediately!
I want to talk to her.

Fine.

And then you tell me what's
going on with this carpet.

Forget the carpet already! God,
are you some kind of interior
designer now?

Don't say that! My son is not a
fairy! That's the last thing I
need.

Ma'am, you're scaring me.

We need to get the carpet out
of here before they get back.

I'll need help.

The entire Chinese race is
skipping around my garden. How
much more help do you need?

You've never lifted a finger
your entire life.

I did carry that thing for a
very long time. And it was
heavy!

Why did I let my sister bring me
from Spain to deal with this
crap!

Everybody's so worried about
China ruling the world and they
can't even put up a stage.

Hey, Confucius!

Come here!

Yes, you! Stop meditating
and get over here.

I need help inside the house.

I'm Berta. Pleasure.

-Hao.
-Right. Come with me.

What the hell is this?

Pepe?

-What's up my love?
-Stop calling me that. What have
you done?

I got artistic.

Artistic? You turned the bushes
into a cunt collage, and you
think that's art?

You don't like it?

I did it like yours and
to scale. Can't you tell?

See, a mole right
by the upper lip.

Notice the exact distance from
here to there and there to here.

Pepe, you're going to
be the death of me.

But I'll bring you back to life!
You'll never escape my passion!

Pepe, you idiot.

Come with me, you dumb lovable
ass. I need you both in the
living room!

Right away.

I need you to make this
carpet disappear.

What do you mean 'disappear'?
Like, burn it? Throw it in a
swamp?

Easy, Al Capone. Just take
it to the basement.

All those years. Wasted...
Just wasted...

-What are you saying ma'am?
-Nothing...

She's just talking about all the
work that went into this shitty
carpet.

Shitty? It was expensive!

Exactly, So be extra careful!
You know where to put it, right,
Hao?

Yes, of course.

Hey, back up. Nobody pleases
my woman except me!

I'm not your woman!

Shit, this is heavy.
Pardon the expression.

Leave the carpet in the
basement and help him after.

What about me?
Who's gonna help me?

Stop being such a martyr.

How about I bring you some
chamomile tea or tequila or
something?

Hao, come with me.

Stay right here.

-Where's the guacamole?
-Oh, just relax, Nazi! We'll get
to it.

Come here, here stupid!

Listen, I know you're the expert
when it comes to substances...

So I need you to mix something
extra into the guacamole.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Okay, fine. What?

Upstairs in the master bathroom,
you'll find a brown box with a
lot of pills under the sink.

Okay?

Throw those babies in the
guacamole. Your call on the
dose.

I'm not following.

Look, they're just
muscle relaxants...

Are you crazy?

Why? Every now and then I throw
'em in her food. You know, just
to make her bearable.

What? You try putting up
with her!

Yes, you're insane.
Screw this, Auntie!

No, no, no!

Quique, you probably heard
there's all kinds of shit going
down right now.

This whole thing is going up in
flames if we don't spike the
guacamole and numb everyone.

You catch my drift?

Well, it's going to be some
goddamn great guacamole!

Atta boy! Exactly what we need.
Goddamn great guacamole.

As for me...

I'm gonna go deal with the bushy
situation in the garden.

Help her.

I don't wanna hear it!
Start chopping!

-Hey you.
-Yes?

-What's your name?
-Hao.

-Hao, I'm Quique.
-And I'm Martina.

I need you to get something
for me.

-What'd you think?
-The rooms are amazing.

What happened here?

Redecorating... That's all.
Just redecorating.

-Would you give us a minute,
handsome? -Of course.

Thanks. Go for a smoke
or whatever.

I'll leave you two alone.

Mom.

-Don't be so condescending!
-Don't be so secretive!

-Mom!
-Don't you Mom me!

When were you planning on
telling me that you were getting
married... TO A BLACK GUY?

-I told you earlier, didn't I?
-That doesn't count!

-You've always been so uptight.
-Uptight?

Yes, very uptight!

Don't treat me like I'm some
roadside gypsy! I'm your mom!

We gave you the very best of
everything. Sent you to the best
schools!

All for what, so you'd come
home with that trash?

What do you even care?
Berta basically raised me.

And Mosi is not trash! He's a
lawyer and works with the U.N.

Great, then have a diplomatic
fuck every now and then. But
marriage?

Honey, Marriage? Matrimony is a
disease that tears you to pieces
and kills you.

-Mom, is everything okay with
dad? -Marriage is so third
world!

It'll sneak up on you and stab
you right in the back.

Mom, listen to me!

Okay? Nothing is okay with
your father. Look! Look!

We were reporting from Piero
Grande's house where a big party
will be hosted

to celebrate his recent and
undeserved Pritzker Prize.

And the coward wouldn't even
show his face...

All of this and much more on
the next Imminent Purification.

-Who is that?
-It doesn't matter who she is.

What matters is that there are
people out there who want to
ruin this family.

Mom, we have nothing more
to discuss.

I'm just asking you to give it
some thought. Please, don't rush
into anything.

Mom...

There's something
you should know.

You're going to be
a grandmother!

We went to his grotesque mansion
in Miami and got a look at him.

But, rather than show his face,
the bastard decided his nap was
more important!

Just wait and see,
bastard.

Just you wait.

Genius or Fraud?

-Oh, taking a break, are we?
-The carpet weighs a God damn
ton!

Leave God out of this.
Where are the clippers?

-What clippers?
-The clippers so I can get rid
of the bushes!

Not a chance. I was inspired.

Inspired by you.
A tribute to your...

beauty.

Did I ask for a tribute?

I don't think so! You dumbass.

You did not.

Where are they then?

-Fine, let me see where I left
them. -Good.

-They're not here!
-Stop it, Pepe!

Uh oh, can't find 'em
here either.

-Pepe, stop!
-Oh, I think I found something
here...

Pepe!

Oh, Pepe, you're getting
me going...

Now this is how I like my girl.
Don't be so stubborn.

Okay, fine! Just a quickie! But
only because I'm very anxious.

-Keep it quick! I've got a
million things to do. -Yes, real
quick!

That's it!

Here's what you asked for.

You take a bubble bath
up there?

Oh, looks who's talking! We
haven't even started the
guacamole.

-Yeah, well my assistant blows.
-Says the homosexual.

-Is everything ok?
-Yes, thank you.

-Just need a glass of water.
-Right away.

-I got it.
-No, please!

It's no problem.

Hey, maybe I'm wrong, but
haven't we crossed paths
recently?

What?

You and I.

-I don't think so.
-You sure?

-Leave him alone, Quique.
-I'd remember.

I'll say.

Thanks for the water. If anybody
needs me, I'll be upstairs
napping.

-You idiot.
-What?

-You almost stabbed him with
that erection. -His scent...
God, it gets me.

Drop the fetishes and
get back to work.

-Wait... His scent. I remember!
-I said drop it!

-Yesterday, when I was out
dealing. -You're delirious,
girl.

Why do you think he spends the
whole day napping? He didn't
sleep a wink last night!

-He's just tired from work.
-He worked it alright.

Yesterday, I was at a club,

and the moment I stepped out of
the bathroom I saw my guardian
angel.

What a beautiful sight.

-Sure it wasn't a drag queen?
-This wasn't a dark room.

Anyway, we started talking
and dancing...

I was a bit loose
from the drugs!

As usual.

Well, sometimes when you're out
dealing, you get a little
sidetracked.

You gotta sample the product.

Right, and you don't even care
if you screw mom over? Who needs
the money? Right?

I sold some! In fact, I sold him
some psychedelics from a jungle
in Peru.

You have no idea how it turned
him on! We danced till the
morning!

-You're still high.
-I swear it was him!

I can't believe he doesn't
remember.

I mean, I gave him a blowjob in
the middle of the dance floor!

I'm gonna make him remember.

Hao, come here!

Go get the stuff in the van so
they can start decorating the
stage. They're in the gold bags.

Then, I want you to bring me a
little bag of pills. They're in
a black suitcase.

Throw the others away.

Wait here.

P... P... P... Piero!

-Stop yelling.
-What happened to him?

Shit...

-Sir! Are you okay?
-Berta, what happened?

-Sir, are you ok, sir?
-He's clearly dead!

How can he be dead when he's
still aroused like that?

Still?

I knew it.

You've both been acting
suspicious all day.

-Who?
-You and Remedios...

Murderers!

No! I have nothing
to do with this.

-I'm calling the police.
-Don't even think about it,
Pepe!

I have to! If I don't they'll
say I was an accomplice! Just
like you.

It was her! She killed him! I'm
just helping her hide the body.

What?

-Good afternoon.
-What do you want?

-Is Mr. Piero Grande here?
-Oh Piero?

-My father? What's going on?
-It's a good thing he's not
here!

When he finds out his baby girl
got knocked up, he'll have a
fatal heart attack!

-Excuse me?
-A Cuban guy inseminated her!

Mom! Pull it together!

Wait, could you deport him?

-Ma'am, I don't know what you're
talking about. -About my
problems.

Isn't that what you police
are for? To save the day?

-Oh, so I'm some kind of problem
now? -Shut up. Shut up!

-Ma'am, I just need to speak to
Piero Grande. -Do I look like my
husband's keeper?

Why would I keep tabs on him? He
definitely hasn't cheated on me!

I'm sorry, officer.
What exactly is this about?

About? Her grandmother always
said, 'Be careful with this one,
she's got a sweet tooth.

-A real hunkering for chocolate!
-I like chocolate! So what?

White chocolate? Fine. Milk
chocolate? Sure, maybe on the
weekend! But dark chocolate?

Who the fuck likes
dark chocolate?

Well, I do! So what?
White chocolate is insipid!

Okay, okay! Calm down, ladies,
don't worry!

I'm sorry for interrupting
whatever's going on.

If only you would've interrupted
my daughter before she banged
the black guy!

Good day to you.

Jesus.

What?

What do you mean, what?
What was that about?

How should I know? They probably
saw the TV show and want to talk
to your father.

Please? Because of those
silly accusations?

Silly? They probably know
he's a fraud.

A lying husband and you are the
deceitful daughter who takes
after him!

And I think you're going insane.

Even crazier than
poor Aunt Telma.

-Carlos, here reporting.
-Copy, Carlos.

There's definitely something
fishy going on in there.

It's filled to the brim with
crazy women to start...

Copy, stay there and
keep an eye out!

Dammit.

Why in the world are
you helping her?

Because all you men are the
same! One day you love us, the
next...

it's all like
"have we even met?"

Sure, maybe, but did you know
she was going to shoot him three
times?

Of course not! And she shot
him four times.

Why are you helping her then?

She's paying me.

That's why? For money?

We're talking about
a man's life here!

A son of a bitch!

-Pepe, please. Listen!
-No!

-We need that money. It's
important. -You can stop lying
now.

My sister has cancer. Her kids
are helping with this party just
so we can make some extra cash.

-You have a sister?
-Yes.

Do you see now why I call you an
idiot? Maybe if you actually
asked about my life...

rather than just trying to get
it in me, you'd know that!

Berta --

All you cared about was
my crotch anyways.

And I'm also stupid. I let
myself be just that for you.

I'm sorry.

Now, if you're satisfied, please
don't say anything. I need your
help and your silence.

You know that I adore you.
I'd do anything for you...

Lies! Bullshit! I won't
easily believe that.

I won't say a word.

-Thank you! I knew I could count
on you -- -...for one quickie
per day.

-You manipulative horny bastard!
-You know you love me.

-Twice a week.
-Three. No more, no less.

-Sounds fair.
-Deal.

The police know... Everybody is
going to know! What am I going
to do?

Come on, come on. Answer!

The phone call could
not be completed as dialed.

Paloma!

-You look like you saw a ghost!
-There's something I need to
tell you.

Shit, shit, shit!

-It's upstairs...
-Wait!

Did you hear a phone ringing
up here?

Here? Nope. Nothing.
Silent as King Tut's tomb.

You sure? Mosi heard it too.

Maybe that ringing is just stuck
in his head from all those
African rituals.

-Mosi is Cuban!
-Practically the same.

Now I need to get back to what I
was doing... The Caribbean gods
are calling.

-Racist!
-I'm not a racist! I'm a
realist.

I can't deal with any of this.
I'm going to end it!

-How we doing in here?
-All finished.

-Then why aren't you helping
outside? -Right away --

-Quique.
-What?

-About that thing we discussed?
-All done.

I'll get it. Nobody rush
or anything!

Come in, come in!

Thank you for coming! Head to
the kitchen, Quique's waiting
for you.

Who knew the infamous party was
going to summon a swarm of
transvestites.

Auntie, what are you doing here?

You idiot!

-Are you ok?
-You want one too?

Dad?

Auntie! What a surprise...

-Paloma, darling.
-How've you been?

-Good.
-... They let you out?

-I escaped.
-What?

I'll tell you all
about it later.

Where's that bitch mother
of yours?

Um, she's upstairs
getting ready.

Wait, I want to introduce
you to my fiancé. Mosi.

-Mosi, this is my aunt, she's a
nun. -Ex nun!

-A pleasure.
-Charmed.

-Is it safe to have her out and
about? -You want one too?

-Auntie, no! Berta is good.
-Good?

Her tongue is cut from the same
material as your mother's...

pure shit!

Speaking about shit...

You didn't come to visit once,
you hypocrite! Unlike your saint
of a sister!

You know I don't care
much about religion.

Well, then you better watch out.
Because I'm here to...

crucify everyone like
it's Good Friday!

-Piero!
-She's a nightmare.

-Piero!
-She should be in prison.

-Are you ok?
-How about you?

Sure you wanna marry
into this family?

-My doubts are growing by the
minute. -If you wanna talk
abortions, I got a guy.

How did you know about
the pregnancy?

What? I was joking.

Paloma's pregnant?

Piero!

Open up!

-Who is it? Jesus, stop
knocking! -It's your sister,
open the door.

Telma? Who on earth let you
back into civilization?

-I received this.
-What?

A letter signed by Piero
personally.

It's a divine coincidence that
all of this is happening now,
wouldn't you agree?

-I'm sorry but he's not here.
-Where is he? Piero!

-She's right, Auntie. He's not
here. -Where is he then?

Tell me where!

-I don't speak crazy.
-Answer me!

Telma. If you want to see him,
you'll just have to wait.

He's on his way home
from the country club.

I've tried calling him a
thousand times. He won't answer.

He's dead!

The phone, the phone is dead.
He called from a friend's phone.

-A friend?
-What friend?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need
to finish getting ready and this
crowd is stressing me out!

So please go away!

He's a bastard. He's a bastard.

Pepe, where are you? Pepe!

Calm down, Auntie.
Can I get you anything?

A tea, a valium?

-Whiskey!
-We only have tequila.

-Then tequila will do, stupid.
-And maybe a lime to choke on.

Calm down. It's alright.

Quique, can you bring her some
water and something to nibble
on?

Of course. Water for everyone!

And some homemade guacamole!

Auntie, tell me exactly
what happened.

You have no idea what they
put me through.

What do you mean?
They treat you badly?

They hit you?

All those years of spiritual
emptiness. I felt abandoned.

Then, in the middle of one
of our penitence sessions...

The guacamole.

... I had a glorious vision. It
surged through me like fire. It
was ecstasy!

It was... So hot and
clear inside me!

-What kind of vision?
-Just like many years ago...

I heard His voice calling
me on a mission.

What was that mission?

To have His child.

Auntie, when was the last
time you saw a doctor?

Your father was mine before your
mother. We lost our virginity to
each other.

Then, he left me.

But, he was the only man to have
seen me in my virgin form...

and only He can give me a son,
so that I can fulfill my holy
mission.

Do you understand, child?

I still don't understand.
Whose child?

Your father's.

The second coming
of the messiah.

Two tequilas, Quique!

Hurry up!

Relax. You're starting to sound
like that crazy Gorgon!

I'm nothing like her! She's
always knee deep in someone
else's business.

-Was she really a nun?
-Of course it isn't true.

-She's a lunatic that escaped
from the nut house. -She's crazy
then?

Bat shit...

When Piero left her for
Remedios, she completely lost it
and swore she'd become a nun.

All for attention of course. You
better believed she kept
sleeping around.

She's seen more ceilings
than Michelangelo.

-And...
-Shut up and wait here, dammit!

Be careful and don't fall
my love.

Are you ok, ma'am?

"I can't fight this desire
anymore. I've been thinking
about all our times together.

And I must see you again
immediately. Please come to my
party. Piero."

That bastard.

He was looking for a successor.
Planned it all behind my back.

You really think he invited all
these women for that reason?

Who knows? Impossible to
understand the mind of a
sociopath.

I'm sorry.

So what do we do now? Between
the crazy nun, the lovers and
the bastard's body...

I think we're screwed, Ma'am.

Screwed?

We're going to throw the best
party that Miami has ever seen.

And face these bitches head on.

Yes, Ma'am!

-I'll go get dressed.
-No! Berta careful! Let's go!

-What are you doing here?
-What are YOU doing?

-I told you to wait downstairs!
-Well, it was quiet and I got
nervous...

and you know,
because she likes to...

-What are you talking about?
-You like to... You know!

He knows everything.

Everything?

-You betrayed my trust?
-No, Ma'am.

There's nothing to worry about.
He's on our side. He wants to
help.

-Right, Pepe? Tell her!
-Yeah I do.

Oh, now I feel so much better...

He's a dimwitted gardener
at best! What can he do?

No offense.

None taken... Ma'am, I just want
to say how sorry I am about what
happened.

-Why thank you.
-Even if you are a cold-blooded
murderer...

I completely disapprove of your
husband's behavior...

to go behind your back with
that pink-bra'd hottie.

And not just once,
but multiple times.

Week after week. One after
another after another after
another --

Pepe, shut up already!

But, yeah, you can
totally count on me.

Thank you, Pepe...

but, unless you know some kind
of devil magic that'll raise my
husband from the dead,

with a finely tailored suit,

and get him front and center at
this party, there's not much we
can do.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

-It fits him nicely.
-Fits him perfect. Let's see,
turn around.

-Looks very good on you.
-This was Piero's favorite suit.

I don't know why,
but he wore it all the time.

What am I supposed to do?

We need people to say they
saw Piero at the party.

And since it's a masquerade,
it'll be perfect. Easy!

-Me? An actor?
-Yes, you just gotta work the
party.

Give some nods. But never say a
word to anyone! I'll be guiding
you with this.

In the meantime, we'll tell
everyone you're Piero. As long
as they're far away.

-Where did you get those from?
-The kid's bedroom.

First the damn karaoke and now
this? I'm going to burn that
room.

Listen, if you don't miss them,
that's your business. But any
time I'm in there...

I could spend hours.

Have you ever actually cleaned
this house, Berta?

Between singing karaoke, the
kids' bedrooms and fucking this
guy,

where would you find the time?

Leave my private life
out of this!

Enough! You both need to focus.

What else do I need to do?

Well, that's it for now. With
such short notice, this is the
best plan I could come up with.

Is there a single woman in this
world who isn't absolutely
insane?

Here you go.

Come in.

Drink! Everyone drink!

-Berta, where's my boss?
-I saw him snooping over there.

But first try some tequila,
Mrs Lilac. It's wonderful!

I can't drink alcohol.

I have an ulcer and medication
combo happening.

You have a very sad life.

Well then try some guacamole?
It's to die for!

Take a good bite!

I think the Chinese are a bit
disturbed by the feng shui in
your bushes.

Listen, make sure you get drinks
and guacamole to everyone you
see.

-Yes, mein fuhrer.
-I need everybody eating and
drinking...

so they'll ignore the shitty
decor you guys threw up.

What? Hey, it's hard to find
Mexican anything in Chinatown.

The Chinese didn't have
anything? Come on, no coconuts?

Nothing tropical at all? Come
on! They make everything dammit!

What a tragedy!

Neither Greek nor Mexican. It
had to be Chinese! And it was
all at a discount of course.

Now we are talking!

This decor is a bit Shang Gri
La, or maybe I'm mistaken?

I think you're right.

Maybe the Chinese New Year
is today?

I haven't a clue.

And what about that bush?
Is that an oyster?

I think it's a reference to the
Lo Mein in Oyster sauce. Get it?

Oh, that's clever!

Although I do have to say...

it actually also kind
of looks like a...

Pussy.

I think I can teach you
a lot about gastronomy.

Esteban! I barely
recognized you.

-One must always be ready for
any occasion. -Right.

What are you looking at?

-You think you might get cold?
-No.

-And that mask?
-I know, it's ridiculous. But I
can't be recognized.

-Listen...
-Hey, hey!

Stay calm because you're with
me. I'll protect you. Okay?

-Thank you for this.
-No need to thank me.

Just keep your eyes open.

If we get even a whiff of
something fishy, I got men
surrounding the place.

Just say the word.

Ready?

Oh, heyyyy Remedios.

-Janette, Ca va? I didn't see
you. -Are you surprised to see
me?

As your husband's dear
French teacher, I had to come!

-Why would I be surprised?
-Because Piero invited me...
personally.

Unlike the rest of these women.

Everybody here was invited
by the both of us, darling.

And where is your husband?
I'd love to say hello.

You really mean Ca Va?
Or perhaps fuck moi...?

I saw him earlier...
Oh, there he is.

Oh, I see him.

Well, my dear, it was a pleasure
seeing you. As Always.

Goodbye.

-Snake.
-Swine.

Oh, Quique!

You're looking very handsome,
Quique. And I'm not even drunk
yet!

-Would you like another one?
-No, this will be a long night.

-That's for sure. Guacamole?
-Maybe later.

Get out there and
enjoy yourself!

I've been having the time of
my life since this morning.

Cheers, Quique.

-Can I offer you anything?
-What do you have?

Tequila and guacamole
would do you good.

The last one is my own
personal specialty.

-Let's give it a shot.
-Go for it.

-Mmm, thanks.
-By all means, Handsome.

Let's loosen you up like
that mother of yours.

Lucio, have you seen Dad?

He's wearing his favorite yellow
suit. I saw him walking around.

-Right, but where? Where is he?
-Chill out! You'll run into him
eventually.

I just want to say hi and
then get out of here.

I can't take this place anymore.

All this bitterness can't be
good for the baby. Right?

She told you?

-It was supposed to be a secret.
-Oh, relax! Cheer up.

That's what a party is for,
mama.

What do you have there?

Are you doing okay, Auntie?

I'm hearing... voices.

And there's this fire inside
of me... burning.

Okay, we're going to
the shrink tomorrow, Auntie.
You're struggling.

Honey, everybody in
this family goes crazy, so get
ready.

Oh, hey! My love! They say
he's wearing a yellow suit.

-Paloma, please.
-God, she's quick that one.

I can't believe I thought I'd
find myself in religion.

After all the dick I've seen.

The only commandments I've ever
followed came to me while I was
on my knees.

And I wasn't praying.

Listen, you nympho-nun, if you
want Piero, he's over there.

Lead me to my man, my lord!
Guide me!

What a lunatic.

The crazy sister is heading
right for you. Get out of there!

-You got it, baby.
-Such a brave detective.

-Well, you do owe me for this.
-Yes.

I love you.

I love you too.

-Dad! It's me, Paloma!
-Fuck!

-My love, maybe it's best we go
home now. -What are you saying?

I think it's best if we just get
out of here.

There's too much going on and
it can't be good for the baby.

Are you giving up?

No, I just think you and your
mother should talk. And this
isn't the right time or place.

-I have nothing to say to my
mother. -Yes, you do!

We'll come back and talk to her
when things die down. Let's get
out of here.

I can't. I can't marry you
without my father's consent.

-What did you say?
-I promised him when I was a
little girl...

that I wouldn't get married
without his blessing.

So, you can help me,
or I can't marry you.

Babe! Honey!

I'll be damned.

Dad!

Do you really believe that you
will actually get away with
this?

Don't you want to be a part
of your grandson's life?

What are you talking about?

I know everything, Ma'am.

-What?
-You think I'm stupid?

Knock off the games or
I'm calling the cops.

Every second you keep this lie
going, you're only pushing your
daughter further away.

Soon enough you're going to
lose her completely.

I just want to protect her.

I think I lost her.

Good. Where are you
going now?

You tell me.

Wait, I heard something...

-What do you mean?
-It was probably nothing.

-I've got you!
-Shit.

I have you. You're all mine.

This woman's
got a sex demon in her!

What's wrong, Pepe?

I need you to give me a child.
Right here. Right now.

Get it in me. Let's go!

Where are you? Do you hear me?

Piero, where did you go?

You can't hide from me.

God has spoken. We must follow
his command. You'll never get
away!

There you are...

And oh so ready for me.

Just like I remember it.

My God, how could I forget!

Paloma!

Take your agave!

-You attract the worst men.
-Tell me about it.

-How's the communication with
Pepe? -There's room for
improvement.

-With the walkie talkie!
-Oh, we lost him.

Lost? What do you mean lost?
We need to abort the operation.

What happened?

Long story, I'll tell you later.

-Magda!
-Yes, go doggy! Go doggy!

Petra?

Stop it!
This is a Christian home!

I don't feel very well.

-What's going on here?
-I have no idea, Ma'am.

It's like we're in
The Exorcist...

My God!

More like we're in
the Sexorcist!

I don't know what's happening!

-I feel so alive!
-What else do you feel?

Love, life, energy!

-It was you.
-What was?

-Last night. It was you.
-It was me, it was my drugs, it
was my...

Your lips!

You do remember!

Let's dance. Touch me,
touch me everywhere!

I've never given head
to anyone twice. But with you I
can always make an exception!

-Hao, are you ok?
-I don't know.

-You look worn out.
-No, the opposite.

I feel this strong Nirvana-like
energy inside me...

Me too, kind of...

Like, I'm really horny actually.

I've never felt like this
before.

I'm not really an expert.

-I mean, I literally know
nothing about it. -Really?

I find sex terrifying.

I think I can help you
with that.

I'll open you like
a lotus flower.

-Scare them away!
-Stay back, perverts!

-Pepe! Where are you? Pepe!
-I'm right here. I'm okay! Don't
worry about me!

Get inside!

Distract them!

-Me? You're leaving me alone?
-Figure something out!

If you're looking for Piero,
he's over there!

And for the rest of you, I'd
like to perform a Mexican song.

Dedicated especially to Mr. and
Mrs. Grande, with all the love
in my heart...

Let the moon rise

Let the sun set

Let the fight fall

so our love can begin

Pepe, goddammit! Where the
hell are you, Pepe?

Pepe! Come on,
we're going to my room.

-No, not you too!
-Don't be an idiot, I'm going to
hide you.

I don't know what's
happening here.

-I told you this was all a
terrible idea! -Follow me.

Lose the mask.

-Paloma, Darling.
-Shut up!

Take it off.

I said take it off!

I knew it!

-You're a fake.
-Paloma, I can explain.

-Where's my father?
-Sweetheart.

Where?

I can't tell you. I want to,
but I can't.

Where is he?

Why all the secrets?

Why all the lies and
sneaking around?

What did I do to you? Tell me.

Why won't you let me in here?

You've always treated me like
some kind of nuisance.

I'm your daughter.

And please, no more lies.

Just tell me the truth.

Have you seen yourself in the
mirror? Seriously, just look at
yourself.

Old. Wrinkled. You even smell
like an old woman.

I can't even feel pity for you,
that's how bad it's gotten.

I thought you loved me.
Like I loved you...

... a lot.

No. Don't you get it?
I faked it.

When I realized you were going
to inherit a fortune, I left
your younger clingy sister...

and put my charm to work on you.

I mean, you never even
questioned why I was suddenly so
interested?

Stop... Please.

You wanted the truth and now you
have it! Now give me the gun!

I'll tell everyone.

What?

If you leave me, I'll make sure
they all know the award doesn't
really belong to you...

-What are you talking about?
-I may be old and wrinkled, but
I know...

you stole those plans from your
intern. You got all the glory
and then you fired him.

By the way, that Russian is
better than you in every way.

Shut up!

I've been by your side through
everything. Thick and thin.

You were never a good architect.

You're just as mediocre as me...

Actually...

you're even worse!

You're not going to get rid
of me that easily.

I won't stay quiet.

I'm sorry...

but I can't let you do that.

Piero, what are you doing?

Goodbye, my love.

When I felt his hands
around my neck...

I felt this strength inside of
me... I never knew I was capable
of.

It all happened so fast.

I can't believe it. I can't
believe he did this.

Yes, he did.

That's the truth.

Now you can see the kind of pain
a man can cause. The damage they
can do.

There's not a woman on earth who
hasn't experienced it.

Love can also be destructive.

Promise me you'll be careful.

Oh, mom.

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

At least she knows now.

That was the worst part.

Don't worry, ma'am. She's a pure
soul. She'll understand.

Besides...

the truth, no matter
how painful...

is always the best bet.

I finally jump on stage and
everybody's too high to care.

Berta.

What are you doing?

-It's time we tell the truth.
-My god, are you high too?

Berta, we can't keep doing this.
It's gone too far.

Don't do it Ma'am. Please.

Thank you.

He had too much to drink.

Good evening, everyone.

Thank you all for being here and
celebrating the award my husband
received in Mexico.

-Viva Mexico!
-Yes! Viva Mexico!

While this isn't my party, I
still wanted to offer a few
words about myself...

the woman who has been by
Piero's side for more than two
decades.

And sure, I haven't always been
the best wife, the best
mother...

Mom, I'm gay!

I've always known it but I kept
it a secret. Please don't be
mad.

So what?

I thought that's why this whole
speech thing was happening.

No, son.

As I was saying, I haven't
always lived the most honest
life.

I was always trying to please
the man we're here celebrating
tonight.

I put him on a pedestal.

-My god, she's going to confess
something. -It's about time.

All available units, get ready
to move in after my signal.

At the end of the day,
I was just oblivious.

Not myself.

The side effects of love,
don't you think?

But everything changes tonight.

Without further ado, I'd like to
invite my husband, Piero Grande
up here...

so you can all see him.

Come on Don Piero,
let's hear a speech.

Die,
you son of a bitch!

Shots fired, shots fired! All
available units, move in now!

We are here today to seek
and to receive comfort.

Our hearts have been broken by
this situation. But we must be
strong.

We trust that God will minister
to our hearts...

and give us the strength we need
to continue on this journey with
Him.

Amen.

Why! Why?

We are at the funeral of
a great man.

Piero Grande, a friend, a father
and wonderful person...

a saint really.

Petra!

I know it was you Remedios!
I know you killed him.

The nerve! Have you no respect
for what this family is going
through?

What they're going through? You
think some Russian killed him?
She killed him!

-Let me go! Let me go!
-Calm down, calm down!

Ma'am, I know it's not the best
time, but we'll need you at the
station to give a statement.

-I'll do whatever is needed.
-Perfect. You too.

-I'm not leaving her side.
-You see that patrol car?

I'll be waiting over there.
Come on, come on.

-That poor girl still thinks she
was special. -You are one to
talk.

What a tragedy. But that's life.
It's a short, painful ride where
you lose everything...

except for all the fat.

-Will I see you this week at the
club? -I don't think so, I need
some time to reflect.

Reflect? What you need is some
chocolate and a bit of my
therapy at the club.

-I'll call you.
-Goodbye.

-Pepe.
-Ma'am.

I'm excited to see you tonight,
for our very first proper date.

I'll be there. And finally, we
won't be wearing any uniforms.

For you, I'm getting a tux.
Black as night.

Thank you.

With all these parties and
ceremonies, I think I'll end up
dead too.

I'm sorry for putting you
through all of this.

I don't know what I would
have done without you.

Don't be. We will get
through this together.

But, I am a little upset
with you.

Why is that?

You didn't tell me the truth of
what happened with your husband.

I can't believe you lied to me,
to your Berta!

Just because he tried to kill me
doesn't mean I didn't love him.

Right, but you could have just
told me the details earlier.

Would've prevented a lot
of headaches.

I mean, I had to find out
through Pepe!

Yeah, well you didn't tell me
why you needed the money so
badly.

And I just thought you
were hustling me.

I don't want anybody's pity...

especially not yours.
It is a family matter!

After all these years,
aren't we family?

Yes. Look, I did it for my
sister, but I also did it for
you.

Right, so staying and planning
the party was also for me?

That's why it ended up being
a shitty party.

-What a pair we make.
-Berta, how's your sister?

Facing a new chapter in her
life. Like all of us I guess.

Right. Like all of us.

Shall we?

Yes, let's get to the police
station and get you a policeman
for a new husband.

A murderer like you needs one.

With a son in law as my lawyer,
a cop as my husband,

and my servant as my accomplice,
I'll get away with anything.

-Who are you calling servant?
-It was a joke, Berta.

I don't work for you anymore!
And remember I know the truth.

We're going right to the bank
after the police station. And I
want it all in cash!

Yes, Ma'am! Whatever you say...

And you're going to clean
everything when we get home!

The rooms, the bathrooms, the
garden... It's all covered in
sex juice.

So, you don't work for me, but
you're going to keep living
there?

How could I leave you alone
after all this? You need a
friend. Company!

-My best and only friend. That's
the truth. -Don't say that,
you'll make me cry.

Berta, if you get emotional,
I'll throw your ass to the
street.