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Chef César!

Welcome to L'Allegria!

-Let's hear it for Chef César. -Bravo!

How are you, bene? How's the pasta?

Huguito, how much did we make?

Fifty four thousand two hundred pesos.

That's good.

This means we'll repay our bank loan in a year.

Relax, it's going to be okay.

What's up? Where are you going with that new shirt?

To my mambo classes.

Even Hugo's going!

At 7:00 on a Sunday? That's so lame.

I still have a social life.

I still have a family.

-Okay, see you. Get some rest. -Mambo!

-Hey, Dad. -Hey, how's it going?

-Good, and you? -Good.

-What are you doing? -Homework.

Did you know the neighbors bought a parrot?

-A parrot? -Yeah. Best part is, it talks.

Hello!

Hello.

-How are you? How's it going? -Good, you?

-Very good. -That's great.

Excited to go on vacation soon.

-I know. Guess what I just did? -What?

I added Vienna and Prague to our Europe trip.

Okay.

-Awesome, right? -Yeah.

-We'll talk later, okay? -Okay.

Want to play soccer?

Come on. Let's go!

-Hey, I wanna play! -Come!

-Let me just put on my shoes. -Sure.

C'mon! I'll beat you.

-Ready? -Yes.

Go!

That's it! Get it!

Hey, listen.

You've got to analyze the other player. Learn what they want.

-Never let them surprise you, okay? -Yeah.

Dad, okay, leave my hair alone.

You don't say that to your friend Lupita.

How do you know I like Lupita?

How do I know? I'm your dad! I know everything about you!

Invite her to your party.

-Okay. -Invite her.

-I'll do it. -Okay then.

-Who are you talking about? -No one.

-Jerks. -Go!

-That's just cruel. -Go!

Come on Enrique, shoot it!

-Ready? -Okay.

Okay.

Go.

-The parrot! -Fuck you.

He has great diction.

Hey, Mom…

What's up with your animal pajamas?

Ame…

Gonna wear those for the next 40 years?

-Exactly. -Yeah?

Forty is the new 12.

How's planning the First Communion going?

Very good.

-Good? -Very good.

Yeah? Guests? Music?

-All under control. -Perfect.

As always. You know how I do things.

When have I let you down?

-When have I let you down? -Never.

Never.

These pajamas awaken my animal instincts.

Do they?

As if I were… a lion.

Well then, eat me, lion.

We gonna celebrate your birthday?

No. I have Enrique's First Communion, the trip, so much going on.

It's Enrique's First Communion.

Amelia is planning her trip to Europe. But what about your birthday?

Okay, listen.

This unselfish family man thing will either blow up in your face,

or turn you into a heroin addict, an alcoholic,

or a sudoku fanatic.

Sudoku?

Yes, sudoku.

No.

Change, César.

How's it going with your gastritis?

Is the medicine helping?

Not much.

'Cause you throw it out or 'cause it doesn't help?

Look, my gastritis is emotional.

-Know what would help? -What?

If just you and I went to Cancún.

Cancún?

Brace yourself.

Delicacies magazine invited us.

We're taking part in the Grand Prix

of Mexico's best small restaurants.

-They chose us? -You bet they did!

What?

That's great!

Ten years are finally paying off!

Mr. Paolo, call from Italy. Your ex-wife.

Which one?

Mrs. Sabrina.

The worst one.

Thanks, Juan Pablo.

Can you believe it?

I have two ex-wives, both living with my children in Italy.

And they still pursue me.

Learn from me.

My ex-wives love me.

-What? -Get out of here. Go answer.

Yes, Sabrina.

Yes, I know university is important,

but 10,000 euros?

No, Sabrina, don't call the lawyer.

Let me think about it for a few days.

Bye, Sabrina. No lawyers!

What's up? All good?

César, we have to win the Delicacies contest

because the prize is $20,000.

Plus, the publicity we'll get if we win.

Yeah, publicity is good,

but it's $20,000.

Want to surprise them with pesto pennette with caramelized red snapper?

Or artichoke pizza? Something like that?

I like it, but first, we have to focus

because the prize is--

-Twenty grand. -Twenty grand.

Thank you.

Hello, Mom.

Hey!

How are you?

Very good.

I'm glad you came.

Champions in your forties!

You think so?

Win or lose, it's great that you've been selected.

I hope so.

Your middle age shines with success.

At your age, your dad looked finished with everything.

Well, he didn't just look like it,

he really was finished.

He died at 41.

Anyway, you look very good.

You're healthy, you eat well, you exercise.

I'm sure you'll live to be 100.

Don't jinx me.

However old I live to be,

I want you to always remember something, César.

What?

If it weren't for me…

You wouldn't be where or who you are.

Paolo…

I may be close to Alzheimer's,

but I always remember my proverbs.

They're not even yours.

Anyway, you look fantastic.

Doesn't she?

-Lovely. -Thank you.

-What? -My poker game.

I just came to say hello and congratulate you both.

Thank you for coming.

And, really, thank you for the advice you've given me in the kitchen.

It was nothing.

Bye.

Behave yourselves in Cancún.

-Of course. -And win!

The boy's here.

Quiet. You should've called.

-Don't show up like that… -Amelia, I missed you.

No. Shut up.

-Hello. -Oh, it's César!

-Evening. -This is Horacio, an old friend.

-Good evening. -How are you? Pleasure.

-Pleasure. -How are you?

My wife's friends are always welcome.

Well, "friend" isn't really the right word--

Horacio was gone for a long time.

Oh yeah? Where? The US?

No.

At San Rafael Prison.

Ten years.

That's a long time.

I just got out yesterday.

And before anything else, I wanted to see Amelia.

-And the boy. -The boy?

Hello.

When I met you, I was still dating Horacio.

A month after he was unfairly incarcerated…

I realized I was pregnant.

How do you know he's his?

The timing.

-Did you get a test or-- -Yes.

Horacio was in prison, and you were there.

Thank you.

If you've never tried zucchini polpette you've never lived.

Very good choice.

Look, the secret isn't just

in marinating the beef with cirò rosso,

but in the flight.

Air travel enhances the beef's sensory qualities.

César!

Excellent choice, ma'am.

Three orders coming up!

César!

Come on.

César!

So?

What should I do?

How can I move forward?

What can I do?

Well…

César,

tell me how I can help you.

I don't know.

We're always looking for meaning to things,

but why?

One day you wake up and that's it.

Everything's over.

Good evening.

Look, they're blows.

They hurt. I know.

She lied to me.

Amelia lied to me.

For ten years, she lied to me!

-I know, but-- -But what? She used me!

She wanted a perfect family, and I fell for it like an idiot!

It was my fault.

Don't start with that.

You've been an excellent father

and I dare say an incredible husband.

-Right? -Yes.

In this case, the one who's at fault here

is that lying fucking bitch Amelia.

Hey.

Don't say things like that.

Lying fucking bitch!

Enough with that fucking horn.

But yeah, enough with the horn.

-Hey, I have an idea. -What?

How about you park the car here,

come up, and sleep on the couch?

-On the couch? No. -Yes.

Look, tomorrow you'll wake up feeling better,

and you'll realize you have a ton of good things in your life.

You have your family, friends, your job.

Your mom, who's in great health.

I swear I didn't see this coming.

Dear Yolanda,

sister,

friend.

We are here to lay you to rest.

Did your mom find out about the mess with Amelia?

No, I didn't tell her.

Well, that's good.

DELICACIES - GRAND PRIX BEST SMALL RESTAURANTS

What do you think of the hotel?

Good, it's good.

César, please promise me that for just five days

you'll forget your problems.

You'll have plenty of time to think about Enrique, Amelia,

about all your pending issues.

But for now, just concentrate on yourself and the contest.

Is that too much to ask?

-I promise. -Okay.

-What the hell? -Come here, honey.

Hey, the water is great!

You should get in!

Look! Look how pretty!

Yeah, gorgeous.

What are they called?

I don't know, but we could find out.

I'd love to take them to my room.

Me too.

Those were my mom's favorite flowers.

Flowers?

Yeah, so pretty.

Chef Marini!

Mr. Director.

Chef Benavides!

Welcome to my hotel. How are you?

Great! We're entertained here, looking at the flowers.

Ah, right.

I'd like to introduce you to one of my assistants.

Mr. Ignacio Méndez.

-Nice to meet you. -Pleasure.

Such a pleasure, truly.

Ignacio can help you with anything you want.

Not just the contest.

Anything regarding the hotel, facilities, activities, excursions. Anything.

Thank you so much.

Enjoy your day, and the flowers.

By the way…

they're called lilies.

Both of them?

Lilies.

Everyone will have the same equipment.

Your dishes are what you will personalize.

They'll be examined by a panel of five experts

made up of foreign colleagues, critics,

and also a public jury chosen randomly each night

and made up of five hotel guests.

-Is that all clear? -Yes!

Then, let's get started!

Chef Marini.

-Can I have a moment? -Yes, of course.

How are you?

Everything's great.

I'm so very pleased that you and Chef Benavides

make up part of our select group.

But…

I should be honest with you.

A few of the Delicacies magazine collaborators

aren't convinced you should be participating in this contest.

L'Allegria's fame is due to its concept,

food and entertainment.

Of course.

Your clients leave… charmed.

By your jokes,

your songs,

and also with your food.

But to convince my colleagues,

this time, you have to let the food shine.

Therefore,

I don't want any…

jokes,

or songs.

Or fun whatsoever.

Don't worry.

No fun at all.

I promise.

-How are we on time? -We're good.

Thank you.

My dear Chef Robles.

Is that lobster?

It is.

Is it true that…

lobster is…

an aphrodisiac?

Well, I hope not.

We passed the first round.

We were very lucky.

There's too much garlic.

"The Concept of Anxiety, Kierkegaard."

-You're kidding. -What are you doing?

-"Death of a Salesman, by Arthur Miller." -What's up with you?

No!

-Not my crosswords! -Let go!

The only thing keeping me sane is doing something I can achieve.

Okay, finish it.

But promise me you'll get out of this nihilistic mindset

and have a good time.

Look.

"Nihilism" and "having a good time" don't go together.

Listen, Mr. Chef.

Paella is made with rice, shrimp, sausage,

fish, chicken, whatever you want to add.

Paella has shown us that everything goes with everything!

All right. I promise.

Where do you want to take me?

So, what do you think?

Really, Méndez, everything here is super rad!

Stop saying "rad." It sounds like "dad."

Why are you looking at this?

I'm gonna keep it till you change your attitude and have fun.

-Give it! -I will not!

Enjoy the scenery, damn it!

It's so hot here.

Stare much?

I could do it forever.

I'm in no hurry.

I mean, if you're okay with that.

The cenote's been there thousands of years.

You, on the other hand,

are a wonderful mirage that could disappear at any moment.

Look, a Casanova

that mixes shamelessness with poetry.

How boring.

According to him, paella made with shrimp, chicken, and sausage

means anything can be mixed with anything.

Let's go, Selina.

What?

I'm coming!

Help me!

-Help me! -What's wrong?

Get me out of here, please!

-Someone, help! -Coming!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me! Get me out of here! Something bit me!

-I'm scared! -Relax, it's all right.

-What happened? -Something bit me.

Nothing bit you. It must have been…

-What? What is it? -A snake!

Relax, just relax.

Calm down, I'll take you.

-I can't be here. -Just relax.

-Get me out. -Okay, careful.

Easy, that's it.

-Is it gone? -It's gone.

-I'm going. -Step up.

There we go. Step.

Step up here.

You okay?

I swear, when I saw you, I said, "She's a musician

or the leader of a rock band." Something like that.

Really?

I used to play in a band.

Then…

life changed.

I studied interior design.

I'd love to take an interior design course.

Or, like, see what's up with my own interior. Be zen.

Interior design?

I'm joking.

-Yeah. -Yeah?

What about you? Have you had your great life opportunity?

-Yes. -Well, tell me.

Being here.

With you.

Oh, rad.

I'm joking.

You're terrible!

I fell for it!

I thought you were crazy.

I totally believed you.

It's been almost an hour, right?

Yes, and I'm here with a crazy woman.

Change your bandages daily and take these for a week.

Doctor, are you sure nothing bit me?

It hurts a lot, like an animal bit me--

No bites. You just cut yourself on a rock.

And for your sprain,

try to rest for two weeks.

Two weeks?

Have a nice afternoon.

Who would've thought we'd end up here on our vacation?

At least you're not as bad off as I am.

You really have to work with that?

Well done, good.

Well done.

Buddy!

-Second victory! -Yep.

-Cheers. -The semifinal awaits.

We did good.

More than good!

Those guys at the Spanish Flavor had won several times.

They weren't as motivated.

-Look, César, I have a proposal. -What?

How about we go to the pool bar

and try to talk to Selina and Naomi?

No. No way.

Okay. How do I look?

-Good. -Good?

Look again, I'm gone.

What?

Hey!

See you! Ciao, my friend!

-Seriously? -Seriously.

Take care!

You've got to be kidding.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, Quique. How are you?

Good. Watching TV. I'm bored.

Want to talk to Mom?

No, I just wanted to talk to you.

How's the contest?

Good. Very good. We've passed two rounds.

That's great!

Hey, Dad.

Are you mad at me?

No, of course not.

No. It's just that, well, I've been in a bad mood.

But it has nothing to do with you. I promise.

It's complicated.

Very complicated.

Okay.

But, if things stay complicated,

will we cancel my First Communion party?

Honestly, I don't know. We haven't discussed it.

Mom is coming. I have to hang up. Bye!

What are you doing up this late? It's 10:00 p.m.

You shouldn't be watching TV.

Go to bed.

Remember that back in your day,

you were impossible to control.

-Me? -You.

Wait a second. In what sense?

In all senses. Don't make me talk about it in front of her.

Ame, I was thinking of making Russian salad for tomorrow,

but can't remember if Horacio likes mayonnaise or not.

Yes, I think he does. He liked it ten years ago.

-Yeah? -Yes.

What a mess I've made.

Oh, honey.

It's your life, dear.

I'm not one to judge.

I don't want to get involved.

What were you thinking, Ame,

dating two guys at the same time?

Because you were with César and Horacio at the same time.

That's not right.

What do you want me to say, Mom?

I was confused. I didn't know what to do.

I mean, I was a kid!

-Please. -No.

You weren't a kid.

You were already 25.

Well…

César was so handsome, and attentive, and a gentleman.

Remember? He was so nice.

So sexy.

And, well, Horacio was an idealist, and I adored him for that.

He always wanted to change the world

and, well, nothing. He got ten years.

Instead of changing the world, he should have changed his lawyer.

Horacio was going to get out sooner or later, right?

When were you planning on telling César?

I don't know. It was stupid.

No, honey. It wasn't stupid.

It was fucking idiotic!

Fucking idiotic!

And with that bad idea,

you ruined your own life.

Yep.

Now you don't know what to do.

Obviously, you won't get back together with César.

And that poor hacker Horacio!

You ruined his life too.

Ten years in prison!

And now that he's out, he has no idea how to relate to his son!

I almost forgot!

Poor César.

Poor César, who carries the world on his shoulders.

Three ships sunk with one single blow!

No. Enough!

Thanks, Ma.

You're welcome. It was four.

Tell her.

You're forgetting my sweet grandson Enrique.

It breaks my heart.

Okay, well, I don't know what to do.

I don't know, honey.

Like I said before,

it's your life.

Your life!

I won't get involved.

-Mom… -I have no say!

-Enough, Grandma. -Come here, honey.

-But, how? Naked? -Naked. Behind the pool.

May I?

-Hide. -What?

Paolo?

Come in, buddy! Come in.

Sorry, did I wake you?

No.

Look, Paolo.

I don't know what will happen

and I don't know how things will settle.

I just want to tell you I'm going to make an effort

and do my best to have a good time.

Okay.

I know how important this contest is

and how good it'd be for us to win that 20 grand.

The only thing I care about is that we're good and L'Allegria is good.

I love seeing you like this.

Okay. Good night.

-Get some rest. -You too.

Good night.

Why'd you hide me?

I didn't hide you.

So?

It hurts me seeing him like that, depressed and like a martini.

On the rocks?

Stirred.

What's that have to do with me?

Nothing. Well, it does, a lot.

Imagine him finding me here with you, rocking and rolling,

having a good time, and him…

In a mood like Bach's requiem?

And alone.

Yeah.

I feel like he's gonna get more depressed.

-More? -Yes.

Turning 40 in those conditions is complicated.

That's true.

Is it 1:00?

It's his birthday!

Let's party!

I am. You're not. Hide.

-What? -Hide. Just do it.

Where? Under the bed? In the closet? The bathroom?

In the bathroom. Wherever, just hide.

-Hey! -Go!

-Don't make a sound. -I'm not.

Whose birthday is it?

He's gone. Where'd he go?

My savior. Hello.

-What's up? -Hi.

What's up?

Hey, so you get to know me and see I'm not crazy,

I'm not always as paranoid and hysterical as this morning, okay?

It was worse 'cause I'm coming out of a bad streak.

Of course I never liked bugs, or reptiles, or rats or anything,

but things got worse two years ago,

and now I'm even afraid of chickens.

Chickens? Seriously?

What are you afraid of?

I guess nothing used to scare me.

But now, I'm afraid of losing control of my life.

Okay, so I'm not so bad with the chickens.

No.

Know what it is?

Sometimes we go through things we can control,

and that gives us peace of mind.

Other things we can't control.

We can't. They just happen.

They're sent to us by, I don't know, life, the universe, God,

aliens. Who knows?

And we have to accept them.

Yeah.

Now that I hear you talk like this,

it sounds like you have a doctorate in surprises, in life.

What percentage of life is made up of choices

and what percentage is surprise?

Forty-sixty?

Forty percent choices to 60 percent surprises?

-Yes. -No. Sorry. It's a lot.

I don't think so. I disagree. What?

How are humans masters of their own destiny?

Appius Claudius Caecus said so.

He was blind,

but I don't think by choice.

A bit contradictory, right?

Yeah.

I've got to go.

-Already? -I have to.

Okay now.

Take care.

You too.

Good night.

Bye.

Hello?

Hey, how are you?

Hello, Amelia.

I'm good. Focused on the contest.

We're advancing.

Hey, how is César?

I've been thinking about going to see him in Cancún.

Look, he's super focused on his work.

I don't think it'd be a good idea.

Well, it's not a good idea for you, but it is for me.

Okay? I know he wants to see me.

If he wants to see you, why'd you call me?

Because you're his best friend, Paolo.

I've made up my mind. I'm coming to Cancún. Period.

I'll tell you something, Amelia, listen well.

You…

Did she hang up on me?

Happy birthday to my friend, my associate, and my partner.

Thank you.

Forty.

Forty. How about that?

Seems good to me, how do you feel?

Better than when I turned 15, but worse than when I turned 30.

At least you feel better than yesterday.

Well, yeah, that's true.

Does Naomi have anything to do with that?

No. Of course not.

No. We bumped into each other yesterday and we chatted a bit. That's all.

Okay, just chill.

Remember, you're like a slow cooker.

Like a beef stew.

And you're an instant pot, right?

Like a microwave.

Precisely.

Check this out. I rented a boat.

We're gonna go snorkel at Isla Mujeres.

I also just so happened

to invite Selina and Naomi.

Just so happened, eh?

I don't feel up to it, but I won't say no.

Good, I already paid for the boat.

Yeah, don't worry.

I won't spoil my birthday party for you.

Thank you.

But also, don't pressure me or anything.

We should focus on what we came for.

When have I pressured you?

I'm running to my room for some things. See you.

Don't take too long.

What?

Chef Marini.

All good?

All good.

I wanted to tell you that the organizing committee

has decided to spice up the contest a bit.

Therefore, for tonight's session,

we're changing the rules.

We'll have surprise ingredients.

Enjoy your breakfast.

Hi, Dad!

Hi. I'm glad you always pick up.

Happy birthday, Dad!

Thank you very much.

Are you celebrating?

Well, I don't want to, but Paolo's making me.

Dad, do you remember once telling me

if you can't get Belgian chocolate,

you have to make the best of a Swiss one?

Yes, I remember. Why?

I understand the metaphor.

What? That wasn't a metaphor.

I was seriously talking about chocolate.

But why do you say that?

I think I enjoyed Belgian chocolate until now.

But now that things have changed,

I'll have to make the most out of Swiss chocolate.

Well, keeping with your metaphor,

it's not that Horacio is Swiss.

Your mom let two chocolates expire,

decomposing for ten years

in a dark cupboard filled with nastiness and lies.

Is it hot in Cancún?

Yes. Very hot.

Sorry, I got carried away with the metaphors.

Honey!

Bye, Dad. I've gotta hang up.

Look who came to see you.

I'll leave you to chat for a bit.

Yes, come on.

Okay, I'll leave you guys.

Okay?

Okay, well,

we need to make up for lost time.

Where do we start?

You like motorbikes?

No.

Do you…

Do you like soccer?

No. Not much, to tell the truth.

Multinational corporations have spoiled the romantic qualities of the game.

Took out all the good. Do you get me?

No.

Do you like my mom?

Yes.

Truth is, I like her a lot.

And Swiss chocolate?

What?

Snorkeling was a great idea.

But with my foot, it's impossible.

What I want is for you to enjoy the day.

Yeah.

What are those pills for?

I get dizzy.

César.

You never got dizzy last year in Acapulco.

Last year I didn't know my son isn't really my son.

These issues get worse with stress.

I'm just saying, those pills

might kill your libido and erection.

What?

I'm not planning on having sex in the next few hours.

Who knows?

Thank you.

-Hello. -Happy birthday.

-Thank you. -How are you?

-Good. -I'm great. How are you, rock girl?

-Hi. -Good, thanks. Happy birthday.

Thanks so much.

Here's the yacht.

It's not mine, but I rented it.

Splendid.

Get in.

Would you like a beer?

-I'm fine with this. -Okay.

Look!

Look at that. Look at the water's color.

Trying to find enlightenment?

No, I'm trying not to throw up.

It's probably that weird food you guys make.

No, it's not the food.

Weird? How's it weird?

It's weird.

Naomi! Come!

Come!

Oh dear.

I was thinking of what you said last night.

When did you master existentialism?

Well, personal experience.

Experience?

Are you going to tell me or…

Well, Paolo told me what you're going through.

So, yeah, now it's my turn to tell you.

Let's see. Where to begin?

I started out lucky.

I was born into an educated, upper-middle-class family.

I married the best man in the world.

I met him in the restroom at a restaurant

when a waiter accidentally stained my shirt.

He helped me clean it, that's how we met.

And he was the greatest love of my life.

Life was treating you pretty well.

Widowed at 28 years old.

What?

-How? -James was on his way to the grocery store

when a piece of the building's ledge fell on him.

-Are you serious? -Yes.

Damn.

Widowed with two daughters, living in Chicago.

So, alone. No family.

-That's super tough. -It was.

Then the banking crisis hit, and I lost my job.

I was in a terrible place.

More or less where you are right now. But I didn't have a Paolo to help.

Yeah. And what did you do?

I decided to go to therapy.

In the hallway to the therapist's office,

I ran into my ex-roommate from college

who told me she was doing great

at a software company where she was working.

She introduced me to her boss,

who was looking for someone to work in finances…

-Yes! -What a coincidence!

Now I'm being paid an absurdly high salary.

That's great.

You've gone through everything.

That's me at 35.

Healthy, happy, optimistic, living my best life.

My mom passed away last week.

Really?

Yeah. It's depressing to accept you're depressed.

I mean, yeah.

But no, I mean.

What?

When destiny smacks you in the face out of nowhere,

you adjust, you take a little time, a few seconds, whatever you need,

and you make the most of the new situation.

Well, yeah. That's true.

I need to pee.

César!

Help! I can't open the door!

Coming.

Coming!

-Hurry! -I'm coming.

Calm down. What happened?

I'm trapped. The door won't open.

It won't open?

Hold on.

Oh, thank goodness.

It wouldn't open.

Fuck, damn it!

You closed the door. Try it.

It won't open.

-No. -This makes me claustrophobic.

Oh! A window!

-We can get out through there. Go. -No. How?

I won't fit through there. Plus, my leg…

-Okay. -This has to open somehow.

Help me.

-You're climbing? -Yes.

-What else can we do? -Well.

Careful. Let me help.

-Wait. -Careful with my foot!

Watch out. Don't get hurt.

Sorry. It's just that I don't know,

I feel weird. I feel weird with your butt in my face.

Are you turned on?

Depressed people usually don't have much libido.

Well then, I guess I'm not so depressed.

Careful.

What?

Now that's rock and roll!

Captain! We're going to snorkel for 20 more minutes.

Way to go, champ!

-Get me out! -Okay, get down.

-I'm stuck. Let me down. -Sit on my shoulders. Sit.

-There we go. -Get down!

What the…

Now what?

Good recovery.

I don't know.

-No? -This?

Wait. My phone is ringing.

Pick it up.

It's my wife. What do I do?

I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.

Excuse me.

Sorry, give me a moment. I need a second.

-What should I do? -Okay.

I'll give you some space.

What should I do?

What's up?

Ready for the contest?

Yeah, I am.

What happened?

What's up? You look worried.

No. Worried? Not me.

There are some slight changes I haven't told you about.

What?

Now you're worrying me by not saying anything.

We're not going to cook what we had planned.

-Why? -I ran into Casas.

And he told me that in order to spice up the contest,

they came up with this "surprise ingredient" thing.

Another surprise. Why didn't you tell me sooner?

How would I have told you sooner?

We had the boat, Isla Mujeres, Naomi, Selina.

I didn't want to ruin your day.

Now you've ruined it.

What? I didn't ruin your day.

Maybe half a day.

It's only 6:00.

How'd it go with Naomi?

Eh? That's it?

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome!

Our contest is about to begin.

Are you ready?

The surprise ingredient is…

Pomodoro.

Serrano ham.

I hate ham.

Relax.

We'll cook something good.

Ham!

How about I start the ravioli and you make the filling?

I don't know. I'm not sure about the ravioli.

I don't know.

Are you okay?

Amelia called me today.

I didn't even want to answer.

I don't know what's up with her. I'm still not ready to talk to her.

Amelia wants to come to Cancún and see you.

What? Did you talk to her?

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to overwhelm you.

You are getting better here thanks to the contest,

thanks to Naomi…

I doubt you have time to go crazy over your wife's stupidity.

Let me decide my own issues.

I don't need a nanny. I'm 40, damn it.

Look, dude. As your friend and partner--

As a friend, thanks for all you do for me.

Truly. But don't meddle.

As my partner, remember where we are, please.

We're in a small contest.

Shut your mouth.

We're not competing for a Michelin star.

We're second-division contestants.

-Listen-- -Look where we are.

The "best small restaurants," do you know what that means?

The best who didn't make it.

Well, this second-division contest

has a $20,000 prize, which I need right now.

Look me in the eye.

What?

I deserve some acknowledgment

for ten years of working my ass off with you.

What's up?

Everything okay?

I'm tired.

But it was worth it.

Seli…

I met César ten years ago,

when he enrolled in a course in Milan.

You have no idea how much he helped me, 'cause I was screwed.

Two divorces.

Only 1,000 euros in my account.

And of course, 45 pounds heavier.

One divorce was enough for me.

It was tough.

Thirty pounds.

Heavier?

No, lighter.

If you'd met me back then…

I wouldn't have noticed you.

Now the dish from Wok and Jane, from Los Cabos.

They're presenting…

Caramelized duck stuffed with ham cream and soy.

Excellent.

And now, last but not least,

L'Allegria restaurant from Mexico City

who has prepared for us…

A Serrano ham sandwich.

With?

With bread…

and Serrano ham, in its natural form.

You've got to be kidding.

We have the results.

Thank you.

Passing to the final will be…

Mexico City's L'Allegria restaurant

with its original ham sandwich.

Casas' face…

opening the envelope, he looked like this!

A risky play, I admit.

But we got lucky with that ham sandwich.

I swear I couldn't think of anything else to make.

Sorry.

I apologize for everything I said to you.

Buddy, it's okay.

You and I've always been straightforward.

-Well, yeah. -Good night.

Let's finish the lollipop together.

-Good evening, principessa. -Good evening.

-Hi. -Hi.

Let's go walk on the beach for a bit.

You don't know how hard it is to walk on the sand with this boot.

Stop complaining, just for tonight.

-Come. -Okay.

Do you think the DNA test thing is true?

I don't know, maybe…

she just told you that to provoke you.

I don't think so.

Why would she lie to me?

Maybe she doesn't even know.

I don't know.

You know what? If I were you, I'd ask for another DNA test.

Seriously.

Once you have the test, you'll know.

But it was nice in the meantime.

-That's true. -Yeah.

You can't throw away ten years of your life because of a bad ending.

Know what?

Endings are overrated.

Maybe you're right.

So, from the top?

What?

What were we doing on the boat?

Oh, on the boat.

I don't know, I think…

something like this.

Wake up already!

It's 10:00 a.m.

Coffee service on the balcony.

-Coming. -Move it.

Today's the great day!

How did you sleep?

That smile tells me

that you partied with Naomi last night.

I turned 40, not 15.

So, enough with the commentary.

Okay, as you wish,

but I'm pleased to see you in a good mood.

Hey, do you think that, I don't know, someday Naomi

may want to leave Chicago to come live with me?

Okay, hey…

I love seeing my beloved César has come back to life,

but don't be too hasty.

Okay, speed up.

We have to go to the market to get ingredients for tonight.

See you in the lobby.

Give me ten minutes.

-Are you okay? -It hurts.

Hey, do you have Selina's number?

I haven't asked for it yet.

I want to talk to Naomi.

Call their room.

I called, but no one answered.

They might be on the beach, César.

I'm acting like a teenager, right?

Worse.

I don't know what's up with me. I'm feeling a lot of emotions.

I suddenly feel up, then down. Up then down.

You don't say.

Hey, why don't we hurry up and get back to the hotel?

What we're doing tonight is winning the contest.

We'll get the $20,000,

you ask Naomi for her hand, get married,

and if you want, I'll be your witness.

Do you think she'd accept?

I'm joking, César.

Yeah.

If that were to happen,

can I count on you?

Yes, César.

I'll be your witness.

-Okay? -Thank you.

Eight, nine, ten, eleven…

Are all these eggs for the babà cake?

Yes.

Isn't that risky?

It's the final. We need to rise to the challenge.

Are you sure?

Yes. Look, I'm fine.

Everything is going much better thanks to you,

thanks to the contest,

and, obviously, thanks to Naomi.

Obviously Naomi.

-Mr. Marini. -Yes?

Ms. Selina and Ms. Naomi left you a message.

Thank you.

"Dear Paolo and César, It was a pleasure to meet you."

"We hope you do well in the contest. Selina and Naomi."

Paolo.

What are you eating?

Chocolate.

Is it bitter?

You have no idea.

I left everything in the kitchen, and it looks perfect.

Any news from our friends?

They went on a tour of Chichén Itzá and will be back later.

Why didn't they tell us?

I think they may have seen we were too focused on the contest.

So, they left.

Yes, but will they get here very late?

Much later. Going there and back takes a while.

Well, yeah, but…

-Can you calm down? -I am calm.

I just wanted to know when they're coming tonight--

César!

What the hell?

Amelia.

Amelia.

Want some chocolate ice cream?

I think some cocoa may help put us in a better mood.

-Sir, three chocolate ice creams, please. -Yes, sir.

Okay, then.

I apologize for all the harm I've caused.

Forgive me, please. I mean it.

I need to focus.

The final is today.

You said you had a DNA test done on Enrique, right?

I didn't see it. So I'd like to do another.

Okay.

We still have a lot to talk about.

First, the test. Then we'll talk about other things.

It's 6:00 p.m.

You're pushing it.

Sorry, I fell asleep.

Certainly from the stress of having spoken with Amelia.

-César, today is the final. -Yeah.

If we win, and we will, we will win,

do you know what awaits us?

A world of projects, of dreams, of success.

Yeah, I could start a new life with Naomi.

-Just one tiny thing with Naomi. -What?

Are you gonna keep sighing or do you have something to say?

Can I sigh one more time?

AIRPORT

Enough with the sighing.

CANCÚN AIRPORT

Here we are. Watch your step.

Hey, do you need my…

help?

Why did you buy two tickets to Louisville, Kentucky?

Only way to get to the gates.

But why did you buy a ticket for me?

I want you to come with.

-To Kentucky? -To find them.

There they are.

Naomi.

Hi!

Hi.

What's up? Where are you going?

To Chicago. Vacation is over.

You were just going to leave like that?

Without saying anything? No goodbye?

I don't like goodbyes, they make me anxious.

I thought it wouldn't be easy for you either.

Well, yeah, but…

César, we had a great time, really.

You are a great guy.

Despite your issues, I liked you.

Liked or like?

I liked you. I like you.

I'll always like you.

But I didn't think this was something that would last.

-Okay. -Know what?

With all my problems, not getting attached to anyone

gives me a sense of peace.

As unhealthy as that sounds.

We were good.

Really, I enjoyed this time.

Our time.

Look, Naomi, I…

-Hope you have a good flight, principessa. -Thanks.

You too, my rock star.

Thank you.

We hope you do great in the contest.

I'm sure you'll win. You're the best.

-Yes. -Well, bye.

-Bye. -Goodbye.

César, what goes in tiramisu?

What?

What goes in tiramisu?

I don't know.

Mascarpone, sugar, eggs, cocoa, and ladyfingers. Why?

There you go.

You and I both know that tiramisu tastes best with ladyfingers,

but there are other people in other places

that put different cookies.

Like in Chicago or where?

Or in Louisville, Kentucky.

There are other ways to live life and other ways to make tiramisu.

Do you want to feel better?

I love how you make tiramisu.

I want to be alone for a bit.

See you in a bit.

Okay.

Chef Marini.

Good luck.

Thank you, Director Casas.

-You're here? -I escaped.

Mom is sleeping, she took a sedative.

She was really stressed.

Really stressed.

What about me?

What are you doing?

For the DNA test.

Best if you send it in.

But do it after my First Communion party.

Okay.

I brought this.

I know you like it.

Look.

Let's see.

It's from the US.

Can't always find a Swiss one.

Let's try it.

It's not bad.

Not bad at all.

Actually, it's really good.

Ready.

I'm here.

How are we doing so far?

All good. The salad was perfect.

Then, I made the rabbit cacciatore all by myself.

It wasn't great.

Next comes the dessert.

Let's do this.

-The babà cake? -The babà cake.

Here's the base. Let's do this.

Perfect.

-Count. -Okay.

One, two… Stop.

Perfect.

Whenever you're ready.

-Hurry. -Here goes.

-My dear Chef Robles. -Thank you.

Chef Galindo.

Enjoy.

To our work.

To our work.

Congratulations. You did great.

Thanks so much.

-Really. Bravo. -Pleasure.

-Mr. Casas. -Pleasure.

-Chef Marini. -Pleasure's all mine. Thanks.

If it weren't for your high spirits, we wouldn't be here.

If it weren't for your issues, we wouldn't be in second place.

Look at the size of their cup, then look at ours.

-Thanks so much! -Thank you.

Thank you!

DELICACIES - GRAND PRIX

Of course!

Let's take a photo.

Everyone! Thank you!

Thanks to everyone!

Thank you!

It's not so bad.

Why complicate things by making rabbit cacciatore?

You were by yourself.

And why was I by myself?

We missed out on $20,000.

Sabrina is going to kill me.

Second place.

In a second-division contest.

But it's all right.

What we experienced here was worth it.

-True. -Don't overvalue the ending.

Yeah.

Hey, come.

-Don't start, César. -Come here. Just for a second.

Come on.

Look where we are.

We can't complain. Cancún.

In an all-inclusive hotel.

-Yeah, that is great. -It's a cool night.

The moon.

You and I.

What?

You and I?

Dude!

Good morning.

-Hi, Dad. -Hi, buddy.

Look.

I made you some cookies to lighten the mood.

-Thank you. -Not you.

Want one?

Thank you.

I was thinking…

we could make an arrangement regardless of the results. Right?

Yeah, I think that's a good idea.

Whatever you want.

Good morning.

We have the results.

Thank you.

Mom, so many changes.

But I'm adapting,

and doing the best I can with the new situations.

Truth is, we're doing fine.

I'm doing fine.

I love you.

What do you think of this arrangement?

Weekdays with me, obviously.

One weekend with Horacio, his biological father.

-And one weekend-- -With me.

-Yes. -Yeah, don't worry.

This will all work out. Don't worry.

Okay.

Amelia.

There's the bus.

Thank you!

Hi!

-How are you? -Good.

You'll behave, right?

-Yeah. -Yeah?

Yeah.

-You going to your friend-- -Lupita's.

Okay, what's up with her?

-Nothing. -I'll tell you later.

Bye, see you!

-Will you bring him back Sunday? -Yes.

-How'd it go? -Good.

The math test?

Well, good.

-So… -Hey.

-Can I tell you a secret? -What?

I kissed Lupita.

Really? What?

Wow! Hey!

But yesterday, as if it were no big deal, Lupita told me

that her dad's been sent to Guadalajara

and, well, in a month, the whole family is leaving.

Tough luck. Damn.

Hey.

Damn?

Nah, don't get discouraged.

Look. Sometimes in life, things don't go how you'd hoped,

but how you react is up to you.

How you face it, and how you move forward.

And sometimes, after everything,

you never know, things may turn out well.

Like you and me.

Yeah. Like you and me.

And like you and your friends.

Know what? I should talk to Sofía.

She's another friend.

Another?

-She has green eyes… -Another?

-She is funnier-- -Who is Sofía?

Tell me about Sofía.

Let's get pizza, you can tell me all about Sofía and Lupita.