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My Brother's Wife

What would you do
without me?

Ready.

I had my 20 grapes
for breakfast.

Can't they be 21?

No, they have to be 20...

not a single extra one.

You're nuts.

Maybe.

At least I don't talk
to insects.

Zoe...

you're not going to mass
dressed like that, are you?

Wear what I bought you.

I don't like it, Ignacio.

Baby, this dress
is too flashy for mass.

There'll be lots of people.
I don't like it.

Do what I say.

Have you found the prayer book
my mother gave us?

Yes.

I hope it helps.

The Lord be with you.

And with your spirit.

The blessing of
Almighty God,

Father, Son,

and the Holy Ghost

descend upon you.

Amen.

-You may go in peace.
-Praised be the Lord.

All right?
Let's go.

-Hi, Santiago!
-Ignacio!

-Congratulations.
-Thanks a lot.

Hi.

Parish priest, who'd
say?

Monsignor Moretti has been
very generous with his decision.

I'm so glad you could
come.

Zoe knows we cannot
lose faith, Santiago.

Faith is the main thing,
Ignacio.

Zoe, you must be strong
in spirit

to support your
husband.

By the way, I'd like
to recommend this book to you.

"Path," by Balaguer.

It will help a lot
with your problems.

We could talk about it
if you come visit.

I promise I'll read it.

Well, we're off.

My mother's expecting us
for lunch at her house.

God bless you.
Give my love to Cristina.

-Thank you.
-Bye.

Oh, Santiago.

Keep it up
and you'll soon be the Pope.

God willing, Ignacio.

You can't imagine
how sorry I am.

I really hoped the doctors
had finally found

a way to give me a grandchild.

-Yes, it's a pity, Mother.
-Thank you, Mercedes.

There'll only be three of
us again.

Why's that?
Isn't Gonzalo coming?

Gonzalo must be painting.

Time flies for him when he's working.

Son...

why don't you call him
for me?

Yes.

If you ask him, he may come.

A mother, Zoe,
is never wrong.

My children aren't the same anymore.

They were...

more than brothers.
They were friends and...

suddenly...

something happened.

Boys' things.

I left him a message, but I don't think
he'll hear it.

Let's start without him.

Hello.

-Hey, Raulito.
-Hi.

It can't be.

Impossible!
This has to be a miracle!

Take that painting
downstairs, please.

-How're you?
-What's up, sister-in-law?

-How're you?
-Fine. You?

Fine! All right, man,
it's good to see you!

Same here. We waited for you
at your mother's house.

Yeah, I know, but I've been
really busy with the show and--

How's it going?

Better to ask how it went.
I'm already...

taking the paintings down.

But come in
and see what's left of it.

This one is really nice.

Like it?

And to what do I owe
the this honor?

Well, I'm here because...

I want one of your
paintings for my room.

What do you think?

Really?

Well, choose one.
Which one do you like?

I like this one.

Then it's yours.

-May I just take it?
-Sure.

This painting's worth
three thousand dollars.

It's good, right?

Do I have to pay for that?

Yeah, well, I wouldn't
take your money, but...

I know my brother's
going to enjoy it,

so I'll have him pay for it.

-Hey.
-Hey.

What's that?

One of Gonzalo's
paintings.

Not bad.

-Don't you like it?
-I like it.

-If you don't, I can take it down.
-No, I told you I did.

Did he give it to you?

Did he charge you?

Not much.

The son of a bitch.

Isn't what I give him
every month enough?

Did he have to sell you
the damn painting?

Don't overreact, Ignacio.
It's just three thousand dollars.

It's not the money.

It's his attitude.

I work like a dog
at the factory Dad left us.

And Gonzalito doesn't
even move a finger.

He just stays home painting
or screwing around.

I send him a lot of cash
every month, Zoe.

He doesn't need more money.

It was in very poor taste
to charge you for the painting.

We can adopt if you want.

No.

Why not, Zoe?

It's not such a bad idea.

Look, if I can't conceive,
there must be a reason.

-It was God's will.
-No.

-Maybe He wants us to adopt.
-Leave God out of this.

So?

So nothing. We're not adopting.
I don't want to.

Honey.

If I ever have a child,
I want him to look like me,

smell like me,
my flesh and blood.

But we can't, darling.

You mean you can't.

So what?

Would you have a kid
with another man?

No.

Love.

I'm calling to tell you

I'm having lunch with Boris
so don't wait for me.

No.

Talk to you later.

So do I, baby. Bye.

I had to lie to him.

I couldn't tell him
I was with you.

Why?

What's wrong with you
being with me?

Nothing, but...

Ignacio wouldn't approve
of me posing for you.

He wouldn't like you
painting me at all.

He'd go ballistic.

He's such an asshole.

Very good.

Don't smile so much.
There!

You still haven't told me
what the snapshots are for.

I'll tell you.
Move to the edge of the bed.

I take the pictures,

I turn them into slides,
I project them

and then I start painting
on them.

-Is this all right?
-It's perfect.

You look tense.
Why don't you relax and lie back?

Go on!

Like that, right, very
good.

Ignacio, he's a lucky
son of a bitch.

He doesn't deserve
a goddess like you.

-Hello?
-I can't take it anymore.

We only make love
on Saturdays.

-Zoe?
-Only on Saturdays?

He says he enjoys it
more that way.

That he has better
climaxes.

He has always been
an asshole.

You should've seen him
when he saw your painting.

I can picture him.
He's jealous of me.

I don't know why he did it.
I swear I don't get it.

I know why he did it,
out of jealousy.

He's jealous of me
because he knows I'm happy.

He knows I love what I do,
and that bothers him.

He's so damn bitter
about working at the factory.

He never had the guts
to do what he loves.

Don't say that.
He's your brother.

-And he's my husband.
-I don't give a damn.

He didn't have to treat
my painting like that.

Do you know how long
it takes to paint one of those?

I know, Gonza.
Maybe it was my fault.

I shouldn't have told him
you sold it to me.

That's not the problem.

He's got money to burn.
The thing is I painted it.

You know what?
I think I'd better leave.

Why?

I need to sleep.
I'm exhausted.

You can rest here.

I mean...

you can have some wine

and if you're tired,
you can sleep.

Come on.

I'll be painting.

And there wont' be any fighting.

Hi.

Where were you?

Around.

Around where?

Why did you do it?

I don't know.

I lost it.

Forgive me, okay?

You're going crazy.

It bothered me
that he charged you for the painting.

It made me angry.

Why?

-It's how he earns a living.
-No, it's not.

Gonzalo doesn't work.
He's a lazy bum

who lives off what I give him
every month.

It was my painting.
I liked it.

Yeah, sure,
anything Gonzalo paints is cute.

Is that why you called me?

How many times must
we go over this, honey?

We've been together
for three years, baby.

-So what?
-What do you mean?

Any couple that has
been together that long

should want to live
together.

What part of it don't you get?

We aren't boyfriend
and girlfriend, babe.

I won't get married.

I don't want kids.

You and I are lovers, baby,
and we're good.

No strings attached,
no conflicts.

Save the bullshit
for someone else.

-Not for me.
-Don't you like my bullshit?

Then why don't you get yourself
another guy

and let me paint?

I'm fed up with you.

Grow up, asshole.

I'll call you tomorrow
when the storm has blown over, doll.

Hi. I just wanted to tell
you I made a deposit.

I threw in a little extra
because...

it was a good quarter.

I'm sorry about the
painting, dude.

I don't know what
happened, man.

I think I lost it.

"I lost it."
Fucking fag.

See you.

What's up, Zoe?

What're you up to?

I want to see you.

I called you for you to see
the photo before I paint it.

Did I tell you Ignacio
called?

He wanted to meet,
but I told him to go to hell.

What did he say?

Just bullshit.

If I sell you another painting
he'll piss all over it.

Can you believe that?

He's a fool.
He's hopeless.

Truth is I don't know
how you can stand him.

I get to see you
once in a while.

I haven't been able
to get you out of my head.

-Gonza.
-Jesus, I like you so much!

Me too, but...

this is wrong.

Promise you'll keep it a secret.

Obviously, babe.
I'm a classy dame.

Discretion is one
of my greatest virtues.

Don't you think
I acted like a slut?

Not at all.

Besides, ladies have a
right to act

like sluts now and then.

But it's his brother.

So?
Gonzalo's so hot.

He's such a stud.
I'm crazy about him.

I envy you, girl.

Don't feel bad.

Guilt...

was invented by priests.

If your husband doesn't realize
he's neglecting you,

that you're a lady,
that you need maintenance,

well, it's only fair for you to look

for other ways
to make up for it.

And there's nothing wrong
with kissing.

Gonzalo, what a stud.

If he calls you again,
don't miss your chance.

I don't know.
I feel like a whore.

Well, if you're a whore,
where does that leave me?

How can you wear
two pairs of socks?

My feet are frozen.
Why? Does it bother you?

No, I'm just surprised.

I'm happier this way.

And do we have to listen to
this music night after night?

Turn it off it you want.

I'm going to bed.

I'm tired and I have
a business trip tomorrow.

-Again?
-Yes, again.

I don't have any help
at the factory

and I have to handle
important stuff myself.

Don't be long.
I'll be waiting for you.

Darling?

I'm off to the airport.

Sure you won't
come with me?

Well, I'll be back
in two days.

Call you tonight, okay?

Come in, Maria.

You look very nice today.

-Thanks, Maria.
-Ma'am.

-I have to tell you something.
-Yes?

I found this
in the microwave.

It's rather burned.

I think it's one of those
with funeral music Mr. Ignacio likes.

Well, then, I'm glad.
Throw it away.

It seems there are ghosts
in the house.

I agree, ma'am.

Fortunately, those ghosts
go away every now and then.

Looks like it.
Excuse me.

Call me if you need
anything.

Thank you, Maria.

Okay.
I put it on low.

Yes, ma'am, the egg's
almost done. What else?

The rice is in the pot,
right?

Half an hour before,
you just press this.

Perfect.

Do you know how to prepare the salmon?

Yes, Maria. I remember
my cooking lessons.

Of course, ma'am.

Are you sure you won't need me tonight?

Yes. Don't worry.

In fact, you can take
the day off tomorrow.

If you want,
I can stay and help you serve.

I like Mrs. Cristina a lot.

No thanks, Maria.

-Who is it?
-Forgot my keys. Open up, babe.

Ignacio?

Come on, it's Gonzalo.
Open up.

You idiot.
You scared me.

-Hello.
-What's up?

-Did I scare you?
-Yes, you got me.

I would've loved
to see your face.

Welcome.

It's been a long time
since you've visited.

Yes, a very long time.

That dress is great.

Thanks.

You look very nice.

I brought wine.

Thanks. I spent all afternoon
in the kitchen.

Oh, yeah? I spent all
afternoon thinking about you.

-Gonza, don't.
-Don't what?

-Just a little kiss.
-No, this is Ignacio's house.

-So what?
-Gonza.

I invited you for dinner
because I like hanging out with you,

but promise me you'll behave.

I promise.

Hello?

Hi, darling.

How are you?

Fine. Very well.

What were you up to?

Nothing.
I was about to have dinner.

Zoe, you sound stressed. Are you alright?

Everything's fine.
What about you?

Fine, fine.

Tough day, lots of work,

but I'm finally back
at the hotel.

Zoe, do you love me?

Of course.
Why? Do you doubt it?

No, I don't.

I'd just like to hear you say it.

Well, then, I love you.
I love you. I love you.

All right.

Three times is enough.

See you on Wednesday.

Sleep well.

Recently I've been thinking
about your wedding day.

Truth is,
what a boring wedding.

Average age: 84.

I danced with all my aunts
and my mom's friends.

Gee, how boring.
Really.

I recall...

when I chased you
to the bathroom, remember?

Yeah.

That was an ordeal.

First, I had to keep
an eye on Ignacio.

Then get away
from all the old broads.

You don't know how much
I wanted to kiss you then.

But you didn't want to.

Why don't you leave
him?

I mean, it must be a bummer
to be with someone

who won't
make love to you, right?

I can't.
I don't like being alone.

I don't want to live alone.
I don't--

I don't like sleeping
alone.

You got me.

You're my brother-in-law.
I can't be with you.

You've got me as a friend.

Well...

-I'll be going now.
-No, don't go. Stay.

Do you want me to stay the night?

Yes.

I don't want to sleep alone.

Not today.

Well, can I borrow
a pillow and a blanket?

I'll stay here.
No problem.

Why don't you sleep
over there?

Where?

Upstairs with me.

Nothing will happen.

I just want you
to keep me company.

Yeah?

Well.

Want some PJs?

To tell you the truth,
if you don't mind,

I wear my boxer shorts in bed.

No, I don't mind.

Gonza?

I need a hug.

I've dreamed about you
many times.

Have you ever touched yourself
thinking of me?

Yes.

And you?

Have you ever touched yourself
thinking of me?

No.

I don't believe you.

Then don't.

I don't believe you, you liar.

I don't believe you.

Wait.

No, no, no.

Oh, I can't believe this.

No, don't leave.

Boris!

This is delicious.

For the love of God.

Wipe that guilty look
off your face.

I wish I woke up
with something to feel guilty about.

Look at how he left.

Who cares how he left?

What matters if how you came.

How was it?

It was divine.

Well, nothing, excellent.
It was all right.

It's just that...

now you have to go
back

to your husband's bed
like a good girl

and forget about Gonzalo.

Well, if you want a lover, well...

I won't censor you.

I'm a philanthropist with my ass.
I give it to the needy.

But not you.

You can't do it
with Gonzalito anymore.

This is so good, baby.
So good.

-Tell me.
-What, baby?

Have you been
with other women?

Just answer me.

Don't stop, baby.

-Don't stop.
-Answer me.

But come on,
how can you ask that?

Swear it.

-Don't stop, baby.
-Swear it.

-Swear it.
-I swear.

I swear on my brother.

Come on.

Who's the love of my life?

-I am.
-So?

So?

Talk dirty to me, baby.

Zoe.

Sweetheart,
is something wrong?

No.

I'm just very sensitive.

Do you want us...

to adopt a child?

No.

It's not that.

Then what is it?

Are you sure
that you love me, honey?

Of course, silly, of course.

Why do you doubt that?

Hold me.

Come, come.

Kiss me, okay?

Remember, today's not
Saturday, honey.

Sorry.

A bit more, Zoe.
Bend back a little, not too much.

Sorry, it's my phone.

Hello?

Hi, Ignacio. What's up?
I'm in yoga class.

No, no, no.
Go ahead, tell me.

Lunch? Well...

Hold on.
I've got another call.

Gonza?

Hi.

Why did you leave
without saying good-bye?

No, I'm not angry.

I can't right now.

What hotel?

All right, yes.

See you soon.

Kiss.

Bye.

So, who was it?

Gonzalo.

You little slut.

Oh, yeah?
Look who's talking.

Shouldn't we be
taking precautions?

Are you on the pill
or what?

No.

What for?
I can't have children.

I thought it was Ignacio
who couldn't.

Ignacio can't
and neither can I.

Good.

Because I hate
wearing condoms.

What are you doing here?

Enjoying the night.

What about those flowers?

They're for you.

Where shall I put them?

Throw them at me.

Go on, throw them at me.

Are you telling me
to throw the flowers into the pool?

Yes, what's the
problem?

You're like a goddess.

Now, jump in.

No, you're nuts.
It's cold.

Come on, honey,
the water's delicious.

Are you crazy?
I'm not wearing my trunks, Zoe.

Oh, how awful.

The master of the house
can't go skinny-dipping

with his wife in his own house.
Don't be silly. Jump in.

All right, fine.

It's freezing.

-I'll catch a cold.
-You're such an old lady.

No, baby.

What is it?

Don't know.
I'm cold, sweetheart.

I'm sorry, but I'm getting out.
I'm too cold.

How's Boris?

Devastated.

Just imagine. He found
his boyfriend with a woman.

-You don't say.
-Poor thing.

Aren't you going
to get dressed?

No.

You'll catch cold
if you don't cover up.

Not...

if you keep me warm.

Honey, what is it with
you?

What are you on?

Why do you analyze me
all the time, Ignacio?

Why don't you make love to me?

Today?

Yes, today.

And don't tell me
it's not Saturday.

Cut the crap.

Honey, that's the way I am.

I don't feel like it
if it's not Saturday.

But tomorrow's
Saturday, darling.

Yes?

What are you doing?

Would you rather masturbate
than make love to me?

No, silly.
Of course not.

I just couldn't sleep.

And I thought

maybe I could relax
a bit more like this.

Who were you thinking
about?

You.

Are you sure?

I am.

If you were
thinking about me,

why didn't you wake me
up?

I don't know, it's--

I didn't want to bother you.

You looked so sweet like that,

I didn't want to wake
you up.

But waking up like this

is better than sleeping.

Much better.

I went to see your dad
this morning,

I left some beautiful lilies.

Excuse me.
This is specially for you.

It's fish.

I'm allergic.
Didn't Zoe tell you?

About 10 years ago

I had a fish stew
that almost killed me.

There's chicken
in the fridge, Maria.

I'll prepare it for you.
Excuse me.

Thank you.

Anyway, we'll wait for
Gonzalito.

He's not coming, Mom.

Gonzalo doesn't like
this house.

Your brother may always be late

and lazy, but you two?

He loves you very
much.

Besides, he promised me he'd come.

Don't worry, love.
It must be Gonzalo. I'll get it.

Maria, get the door,
please.

What's up?

-Am I late?
-No, come in.

We're used to it.

How's the man with the
money?

Fine, fine.

I'm glad you came,
Gonzalo.

-Come on.
-No, seriously.

Gonzalo, we're
brothers.

It's wrong to be
so far apart, man.

You know that we love you very much.

As much as you love
my paintings, asshole?

Look...

Gonzalo, I wanted
to apologize personally

for what I did.
I don't know what came over me.

It was stupid and rash.
Will you forgive me?

Okay.

Come on, man, I don't want
any jealousy between us.

We're brothers,
Gonzalo.

Quite the contrary,
I'm glad you're here

in your house having lunch
with the family.

Come on.
Mom's waiting for us.

In fact,

we should have lunch
together once a week, man.

What do you say?

As long as you're buying,
I'm okay with that.

Thanks.

How's the most beautiful
woman on the planet doing?

-At last.
-Hey.

-How are you, mother?
-Very well.

It's good to see you.
Hey, sis.

Hi, Gonza.

-How're you doing?
-Fine.

-Brought a bottle of wine.
-Thanks. You shouldn't have.

Yes, I should, sis.

How are you?
Everything all right?

-Except for your being late.
-Yeah, sorry.

Oh, well, we already know
timeliness is not one of your virtues.

Sorry.

Why didn't you bring
your girlfriend?

Which one?

The latest.
The South American actress, was it?

Laura.
Yes, she's from Venezuela, mom.

Right, Laura.
Are you still seeing her?

Like all the others.

Good, I'm glad, son.
She's a charming girl.

Yes,. charming, mom.

You should start looking
for a woman to marry.

-Marry? Me?
-Of course

Mom, you know I don't
have any plans about marrying.

Oh, dear.

You should think about
being a father.

And making me
a grandmother.

All right, give him time.

He just hasn't found
the right woman.

So what?

And if I can't have children,
like Ignacio, then what?

Don't be silly, man.

So the future of this family
depends on me?

Fuck. I feel so proud.

Excuse me.
I'll go open Gonzalo's bottle.

I need to use the toilet.

Excuse me.

And wash those filthy hands.

Yes, mom.

Maria, take that
to the dining room and serve it.

Gonza, not here.

Do you want me to fuck you again?

Tell me.

Want that?

Maria, begin preparing
the dessert.

Yes, ma'am.

Maria, may I have
a glass of water, please?

Was it good for you?

Just good or very, very
good?

Very good.

How's Ignacio in the sack?

Let's say he's so-so.

That means he sucks.

When we met,
he wasn't like that.

He was a good lover.

Or maybe I didn't know
what a good lover was like.

That's more like it.

But now it's a disaster.

I have the feeling

he only does it
because he has to.

And when he does,
his mind's somewhere else.

Do you know why?

Because I think
he doesn't like women.

Why do you say that?

I don't know.
I think he's a repressed fag.

Are you serious?

Yes.

Although I know
he'll never accept it.

Why do you say that?

Intuition.

Sheer intuition.

Tell me the truth.

Your gay-dar never fails.

Thanks, but, let's see...

The truth, the truth,
the truth.

The truth is I don't think
your husband

is a closet gay.

No.

To me...

he's a crazed fag locked up
in his granny's dusty old trunk

locked with seven keys.

Poor thing.

I feel sorry for him
because I can't imagine

when he'll come out
of that closet

of that trunk
where he's locked up.

But how?
Why do you say that?

Because sleeping with you
and not wanting to screw you

every day, to me, seems--

it's a crime.
A crime, my dear.

An unmentionable crime.

He doesn't like
to make love to me.

No, no, no.
I'm talking about fucking.

Real, honest-to-God fucking.

Riding, humping, shagging,
as they say.

And if your husband doesn't
want to fuck you,

he's either really a fag
or he's impotent.

No, not impotent. He isn't.
I know that for a fact.

Well, you're right about that.
I know it too.

What?

No, not the way you think.
Don't be silly.

I'm just kidding.
How can you even think...?

Ready, sir.
That was the last one.

I don't know why the last one
always hurts the most.

-Aurorita, give me a massage.
-Of course, sir.

Shit!

Why don't we leave
the massage for another day?

-All right.
-I'll call you.

-Fine.
-Thanks.

Mariana, didn't I tell you
no interruptions?

You stood me up, man.

Weren't we going
to have dinner once a week?

Oh, you forgot.

No, don't worry.
It's okay, man.

I told you not to sweat
it, man.

But I will send you
the bill, okay?

Bye.

May I have the menu,
please?

And a bottle of whiskey,
blue label.

-Right away, sir.
-Thanks.

What did you do?

What's that?

You said you wouldn't
wax your back anymore.

I don't like it, Zoe.

It makes me feel older.

Besides, I want to look
attractive to you, babe.

You don't think there's
another woman, do you?

Ignacio, I need to ask
you something.

Yes, sweetheart?

Have you ever been
with a man?

Yes.

I was with one today.

An engineer from the factory.

We were together checking
out the machinery we want to buy.

Don't get cute.
You know what I mean.

No, I don't know
what you mean.

Have you ever...

had sex with another man?

No.

Never.

Why do you ask me that, honey?

So you've never had sex
with a man?

I already told you.

I don't like men, Zoe.

I like you.

And I thought you'd ask me
something serious.

-Promise me you're not gay.
-God, Zoe.

Don't be silly.
I don't have to promise anything.

-Promise.
-All right, I promise.

Zoe...

you are the love of my life.

Nobody else.

Now go to bed.
You're in a bad mood.

Gonza?

Hi.

Fine.

I made a decision.

I wrote him a letter.

Maria, would you carry my bags
to the car, please?

Yes, ma'am.

Damn it.

Who is it?

Open up, Gonzalo.

Open up, it's me, Ignacio.

What do you want?

You're an asshole,
Gonzalo.

I love you too,
motherfucker.

You're a son of a bitch.

Hope mom doesn't hear you.

How could you tell Zoe I was a fag?

Don't touch me, man!

Is that your problem?

You and your fucking
paintings!

Don't touch my paintings
or I'll kick your ass.

Don't! Don't you dare
call me a fag again, asshole.

Don't you dare.

I forbid you to see Zoe again.

You hear me?

What is it you want?

To destroy my marriage?
Is that it?

Who the fuck
do you think you are

to tell my wife I'm a fag?

Who do you think you are?

I only told her the truth, man.

Do you think
I don't remember, asshole?

What are you talking
about?

You know perfectly well
what I'm talking about, you fag.

Tell me what you see
here.

Nothing.

What do you see here?

What you see there
is that little's boy's world.

A boy who's full of fear.
He's totally manipulated

because his older brother
wanted it that, man.

I remember perfectly
when you said,

"Close your eyes, dude,

and think about the girl
you like the most."

And when I finally got
to be with a woman

you know what's the first thing
I thought of?

You, man.

You, you fucking faggot.

You molested me
and I looked up to you.

You were my idol.
I did everything--

and now you come here
whining about stuff.

Fuck you, asshole!

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

You're sick, Gonzalo.

Stay away from my wife.

Zoe!

Fuck!

Gonzalo, you son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

I told Gonzalo
I couldn't get pregnant.

-You lied to him.
-No, I didn't.

I thought I couldn't.

You must believe me, Boris.

All right.
I believe you, sweetie.

And now what?

I'm sure you want to have
your baby anyway.

I think I do.

But...

what if Gonzalo doesn't?

If you want,
you can have it on your own.

I wouldn't like my child
to be fatherless.

Right

If you want your child
to have a father,

no problem.
I can be the father of your child.

Just like that.

Boris, I adore you.

Me, too. Me, too.
I mean, I adore myself.

Would you really
be willing to be the father?

Of course, sweetie.
Of course.

We admire the way
you've developed your business.

Mainly because you did it
when so many factories were closing.

That's why we want
you to participate

in our companies.

Participate.

Yes.

What is it exactly that you want?

Do you want my--

my advice or my
capital?

It's obvious that someone
as well informed as you

knows we've had
some capital problems.

Excuse me for a moment.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me
if Ms. Zoe Edwards

is staying in this hotel?

May I have her name again?

Edwards.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

But you said
you couldn't get pregnant.

So I thought.

Gonza, it's a miracle
that I'm pregnant.

A miracle?
Are you out of your mind?

What if it's in your head?

How can you be so certain
that you're pregnant? Come on.

I did three tests,
they were all positive.

Jesus.
For the love of God, man.

Those tests are shit, man.
They're just shit.

What will you do?

Damn it.

And you haven't slept
with anybody else?

No.

How do you know
Ignacio's not the father?

-Ignacio shoots blanks.
-Says who?

The same doctors who said
you couldn't be pregnant?

Don't fuck with me.

If you're pregnant, which I doubt

because those tests
you took are useless,

you have two choices.

Either you tell Ignacio
he's the father

or you get rid of it.

An abortion?

Is that your advice?

Either that or you tell
Ignacio he's the father.

Those are your two choices.

You don't care it's yours,
do you?

How can that be?

How the fuck do I know it's mine?

You lied to me.

You said
you couldn't get pregnant

and now you want
to have a child with me.

Well, go screw yourself!

Don't call me.

Don't look me up.

I don't want this mentioned again.

Once I leave this room,
you don't know me, got it?

Yes?

Good morning, Ms. Berkley.
This just arrived for you.

-Thanks.
-Excuse me.

CONGRATULATIONS,
IGNACIO

Don't be afraid, Zoe.

I'll be discreet.

-No one can forgive me.
-Don't say that.

We're all sinners
and God always forgives

those who repent.

I'm pregnant.

Shouldn't that make you happy?

Haven't you and Ignacio
tried for years?

Yes, but...

Ignacio's not the father.

Who is it?

I can't tell you.

Tell me everything, Zoe.

Or God won't forgive
you.

I can't.

My guess is you haven't
considered an abortion.

God wouldn't forgive
that.

Human life is sacred.

You must have that
child.

Ignacio will kill me.

Tell him it's his.

Tell him God makes miracles.

Ignacio and I go
a long way back.

He's a very kind, noble soul.

He'll believe you.

In fact, Zoe,

this goes against my ethics,

but I empathize with
you.

You can solve your problem here.

Call them,
but don't mention me.

HERE LIES
JUAN IGNACIO EDWARDS

IN MEMORY OF HIS BELOVED
WIFE CRISTINA

AND HIS SONS IGNACIO AND GONZALO
MEXICO CITY 1942-1992

Dear Zoe, No hard feelings.
I found your phone in the pool.

I'm sending you a new one
so you can call Gonzalo.

If you press number 1,
you'll get his phone.

If you press 2,
you'll get me if you need me.

I still love you.
Ignacio.

Hey.

Hi.

I have to explain what happened.

You don't have
to explain anything.

Gonzalo wants me
to get rid of it.

Forget Gonzalo.
He's not worth it.

Only you and the baby matter.

Zoe, I'm with you.

I'll be your unconditional ally
for anything you need.

If you want, I'll be the father
of your child.

But I must tell you something
before you say yes.

What?

Tell me.

It's embarrassing.

I've never told anyone.

-Is there another woman?
-No.

I like men.

Zoe, I love you.

I swear that I love you
more than anything else in the world.

But I like men.

I can't help it.

Well, I want to be a
mother.

I've dreamed about it for years.

And if you want
to be the father...

I'll never leave you.

I wouldn't leave you
for anyone else.

But if we're going to be together...

I need to know that if I feel like

being with a man, you won't say no.

It's only fair.

INBOX

Subject:
Zoe and I are parents

Dear Gonzalo, a few days ago
Juan Ignacio was born.

We named him after dad.

Damn!

We wanted to share
our joy with you.

That asshole fell for it.

What's that?

I have a nephew, babe.

Ignacio and Zoe had a kid.
Can you believe it?

That's great, sweetie.

Why didn't you tell me
Zoe was pregnant?

I didn't know.

We wish you the best.
Ignacio and Zoe.

Well, I see you are bringing
my grandson to me.

Hi, Cristina.

Hello.

Hello, Jose Ignacio.

Hi, Mom.

This kid is looking more
and more like you.

Isn't that right?

This is a miracle.
He even has that little

dimple just like your
dad, Ignacio.

Definitely, he is an
Edwards.

I don't see he looks
that much like me.

Come on, Ignacio,
for God's sake.

This kid is your son,
wherever he might go.

Also, a mother is never wrong.

You can't deny it.

No, Mom.

I don't deny anything anymore.