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[soft moaning]

- [in French] Come.

- No.

[heavy breathing]

- Stay!

- No.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hi.

What?

Really?

Okay.

Fuck.

My mother's dead.

[somber piano music]

♪ ♪

[eggs sizzling]

I'll be fine, don't worry.

Just a little bump.

- When did she die?

- She just did.

- What happened?

- I don't really know.

- You didn't ask?

- Not really.

- Want to talk about it?

- No.

What for?

It won't bring her back.

That's all in the past.

[turn signal clicking]

[parking brake clicks]

[engine stops]

- Maybe I should stay a while longer.

- What would that change?

We stick to the plan.

Like you decided, right?

- Like we decided.

But after what's happened, I can't just leave you.

- We can't keep questioning things.

- Fine.

You're right.

Don't question anything.

Martin-style.

So long.

[distant piano music]

[indistinct chatter]

- You look really tired.

Get inside!

Want something to drink?

- No, thanks.

- I got you a steak, the kind you like.

Come on.

Listen, you need to sell her apartment.

That's your field.

It shouldn't be too hard.

- It's not the same market at all.

- I'm sure your agency has a contact over there.

- I don't like to fly. - Cut it out.

You have an American passport.

You don't even need a stamp.

- I'm not an American.

- Quit moaning and groaning!

She's your mother, not mine.

You know, I'd love to help,

but I can't do the paperwork for you.

You're her son.

You need to go and sign all the stuff.

Plus, you need to repatriate the body.

She wanted to be burled in Vendée, believe it or not.

[thunder rumbling]

She didn't talk to me.

Never did, even when we lived together.

[rain pattering]

Wouldn't say a thing.

At least not to me.

What could I do?

She was clinically depressed.

- I don't remember that.

- And your girlfriend?

- Claire.

- Right.

How's that going?

- Not so great.

She keeps talking about having a baby.

- That's normal at her age.

So what do you say?

- Well, we're talking about it.

We talked about it, but...

- But what?

- I don't know.

We don't agree.

- Good for you.

Kids are a pain in the ass!

[water running]

[water stops]

- You're here.

- Yeah. See?

I'm leaving tomorrow.

- You can stay here a few days.

I'm leaving for L.A. tomorrow.

To sell my mother's apartment.

- Do you know California well?

- Not really.

My folks split up right after we moved there.

She kept me there a few years,

then I came back here to live with my dad.

- How old were you?

- I don't remember.

I don't have many memories.

Seven or eight years old, I guess.

- Didn't you like it?

- Why do you say that?

- When you don't remember...

- I don't know.

- That's weird.

I have memories from when I was three.

- Well, I don't.

That's all.

[TV static hissing]

- You know Owl?

Remember that book about Owl?

- Yes, I read it to you.

- He made tearwater tea. - Right.

- He'd think real sad thoughts, and he'd cry into a teapot.

- Yes.

- Well, I know something that would make me cry

a real big cup of tears.

A King Kong cup of tears.

For real!

Because if you died, there'd be a King Kong cup.

- Don't say that.

- [gasps]

[TV static hissing]

[somber piano music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct P.A. announcement in French]

[indistinct chatter]

[baby crying]

- [over P.A. in English] Attention Los Angeles

International Airport travelers.

The TSA has limited the items that may be carried

through the screening checkpoints.

Please check with an airline representative

for further information.

- [in English] Next.

Passport.

Pour fingers on the green screen.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct P.A. announcement in Spanish]

Welcome home.

Next.

- [in French] Martin, it's terrible.

- I know, Linda.

- I'm so sorry.

[in English] You know, I was so close to your mother that―

Oh, sorry.

We were so close.

- I understand, Linda.

I understand English too.

- Let's get your luggage.

- I don't have any.

- No luggage?

Poor little thing with no luggage.

Oh, my God.

You look just like her.

[sobbing]

You look just like her!

Emilie.

- I don't look like her.

- I've known you since you were a kid.

We had great times with your mom.

She was a hoot!

We even lived together.

When you first moved here, remember?

We've been close ever since.

We stayed friends.

Till the end.

It was me who came every day for her shot.

In the end, her arm was such a mess,

it was hard to find a spot that wasn't infected.

I had to press to make the veins come out.

- I can't listen to this.

- Sorry.

It wasn't easy.

It really wasn't easy.

- I'm sure.

[somber piano music]

♪ ♪

This isn't how I remember it.

- You haven't been here in five years.

Since my place is so small, this is like my second home.

Well, I'll make some coffee.

[water running]

- I need to rest for a bit.

- No, we've got a lot to do.

There's the consulate, and the morgue.

Your dad wants the funeral on Sunday,

we need to repatriate the body.

- Yeah, whatever.

I'm meeting someone at noon. - Who?

- Someone from the real estate agency.

- Right, you should see someone from around here first!

- I need your keys.

- I have a friend who's a lawyer.

Can I introduce you?

- Sure.

- I'll come back later.

- Bye now.

[wood creaking]

[sniffling]

- Oh, hey, man,

if you live here, this is for you.

- What is it?

- Return to sender.

Yeah, we only forward domestic.

Sorry.

[somber piano music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[vacuum whirring]

- [over radio in English] Cool again tonight.

Lows range from 52 downtown to 44 elsewhere.

Tomorrow partly sunny. Still on the warm side.

High 72 to 78―

- Hi. - Hi.

- Have you seen my mom?

- No.

- On Saturday, some sunshine.

Highs will range from 70 to 75.

This is meteorologist Ray Van

with KHJ's exclusive AccuWeather.

[overlapping voices]

- It's just mainly this little condominium.

Well, as you may know,

in this country, in the United States,

your belongings don't necessarily go to your children.

They can go to any recipient.

- I'm sorry?

- In this country,

the United States,

you get to choose

who gets what.

You don't have to leave it to a relative or―

you can leave it to a friend.

- I did not know that.

- Yes, so your mother didn't leave

any written instructions at all,

but she may have expressed some wishes

for relatives or friends?

- No.

- Okay, then we're dealing with a―

pretty much a straightforward inheritance here.

[clears throat]

So as far as the condominium's concerned,

this is the ownership statement.

Just need to fill in the name and address

of the new recipient here,

and then I'll make a copy for filing.

- Okay.

Let's do it.

- Well, you may want to take a little time to look at it,

because it takes about a week

for me to register the statement.

- One week?

- Yeah, so when you're ready to leave,

I'll take care of it.

- Okay, I'll see.

- Oh, be careful with that document.

It shouldn't remain unfilled. It's like a blank check.

- Don't worry.

Okay. Bye-bye.

- Bye.

Au revoir.

[gulls cawing]

[wings fluttering]

[wings fluttering]

[typewriter clacking]

- Sir, can you help me with my door?

I can't turn the key.

- Yes. Where do you live?

- Around the corner. Over there.

Can you help me?

- Yes. Sure.

[chair scraping]

[keyboard clicking]

- You're still writing.

- It's longer than I thought.

- What's it about?

- It's my autobiography.

[dishes clinking]

- When was that?

- Like, five years ago.

- When I was a kid, you were, like, the typewriter man.

- [stammering] I write because I'm bored.

What I like best is taking pictures.

They make memories.

Um...I'm sorry.

Your mom was a very sweet person.

I'm the one who rented her the garage.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to know her very well.

Not that I didn't try.

Uh...

This one ring a bell?

It's her neighbor's daughter, Lola.

You were always showing off for her on your skateboard.

[chuckles]

You can keep it.

- Mm, yeah.

I remember.

And what happened to them?

- Oh, they moved away a long time ago to El Monte

after downtown L.A.,

but Lola always kept in touch with your mother, as you know.

So she would come by and spend some time with her.

- I didn't know that.

- Oh.

Your mother really liked her.

A lot, actually.

- And what, you gonna tell me they smoked pot together?

- No.

No, she watched out for her, kept her out of trouble.

[sighs]

She was like a mother to her.

- Is that so?

- More coffee?

- Oh, Martin.

I was starting to get worried.

- Don't worry.

- How'd it go?

Venice is nice, isn't it?

Huh?

We need to get going to the morgue.

It's going to close.

- Do you know who Lola was?

- What Lola?

- My mother's friend? - She wasn't her friend!

- She saw a lot of someone named―

- Lola, right.

But she's no one!

Who stayed at your mother's bedside?

Who gave her her shot every day?

When her arms were all full of pus?

Not Lola!

Lola wasn't around, conveniently.

She was just gone.

She doesn't even know the news.

- Calm down.

- I'm the one who sacrificed myself!

- I know.

- Lola was some...

Little Mexican who hung around, and your mom liked her.

She liked her because you were gone.

That's right.

[soft piano music]

♪ ♪

[horn honks]

[indistinct chatter]

- Excuse me―

- No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

[indistinct TV noise]

[indistinct TV noise]

- Oh, um, excuse me.

Sorry to bother you.

I'm looking for someone named Lola.

- There's no Lola here. What do you want with her?

- I just need to talk to her.

- There's no Lola here.

- Oh, please, wait.

Um...

Look, she's a friend of my mother.

I came a long way to see her.

It's really important.

[rain pattering]

I was told that she was very close to my mother.

Can you ask her if she knows anything about that?

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- It's her in the photo.

- [speaking Spanish]

- She says she's sorry, but Lola isn't here anymore.

- She left?

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- Um, Lola had problems with the police

like many people here do.

She wasn't legal.

She got deported back to the Tijuana border.

- [speaking Spanish]

- What did you want from her?

- Oh, no. Nothing.

Never mind.

I guess I'll go now.

I didn't even know her, so―

Thank you for your time.

What is it?

- It's for Monday.

The Day of the Dead.

Would you like to taste?

- No, thank you.

- [speaking Spanish]

- She says Lola sent us an address.

She's gonna write it down for you.

- Oh.

- [speaking Spanish]

- She says as far as she knows,

Lola's working in a bar near the border.

[liquid splashing]

[indistinct TV noise]

[indistinct chatter]

[traffic noise]

- [mumbling]

"My little sweetheart, it's been too long"―

- [voice-over in English] My little sweetheart,

it's been too long since I had some news from you.

I guess you found a place to stay.

What do you do all day?

I hope that nothing has happened.

Things are not good for me.

The doctors are not very optimistic,

and I must say, I have been exhausted since you left.

I miss you, Lola.

If something happens to me, I want you to have my apartment

so you could come back to the States and live here.

You will see with my Martin for the garage.

All that goes to him, as you know.

Take care.

Love, Emilie.

- I don't believe it.

"I miss you, Lola.

"If something happens to me,

I want you to have my apartment."

That's fucking outrageous!

- Hello!

Martin?

It's Linda.

All this is for you.

They're pretty good,

considering she was a beginner, as you know.

- No, I don't.

I didn't know!

- [screams]

- I know nothing about painting.

- She wasn't a real painter.

She painted for fun.

Their only value is sentimental.

She thought you'd want them.

- Yeah, I got that.

Was she involved with anyone? - No.

Some guy from Venice had a thing for her,

but she wasn't into it.

- What do you mean?

- She wasn't interested.

- Who was it?

- Just some pseudo-writer.

You don't know him.

- Maybe he wasn't interested in depression.

- Would you cut it out?

Your mom wasn't depressed at all.

You might not remember, but she was very joyful before.

It's not her fault she changed.

- I went back to France because she wasn't well.

- It's the other way around.

She became sad when your father left.

Later, when he took you back to France,

she couldn't deal with it.

Lisa.

Hey, how's it going?

- I'm fine, Linda. Thank you.

And you must be...

- Her son.

- All right, sign here.

[taps clipboard]

We'll come get you in a minute.

- She's nice, isn't she?

Mark, the Thanatos practitioner,

he's adorable.

- The what?

- Thanatos practitioner.

He's the one who embalmed your mother.

He washed her, cut her nails, put on her makeup.

Sorry.

[tapping at door]

- Sorry for your loss.

Your mother was a beautiful woman.

She's got great skin.

She's waiting for you.

[florescent lights humming]

- [sniffling]

[gasping]

[The Doors' L.A. Woman playing]

[driving rock music]

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Well, I just got into town about an hour ago ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Took a look around, see which way the wind blow ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Where the little girls ♪

[horn honking]

♪ In their Hollywood bungalows ♪

[engine revving]

♪ Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Or just another lost angel, city of night ♪

♪ City of night ♪

♪ City of night, city of night ♪

♪ Whoo, come on ♪

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

♪ L.A. woman ♪

[music stops]

[somber piano music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[horn honking]

- Whoo.

- [speaking Spanish]

[horn honking]

[horn honking]

- Hey, hey. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

- You have a nice ride, sir.

1966 Mustang, right?

- Yeah.

- This is the car of Flash McQueen.

- You mean Steve McQueen?

- But these are not the original rims.

You need to change them.

- Yeah.

- Wait, señor,

I be your guide around the city, okay?

- No, no, I don't need a guide.

- Sure you do. Tijuana's very dangerous.

If you want to stay in a hotel, the Hotel Nelson.

Very nice.

- All right.

Okay, thanks.

- I could show you some beautiful chicas, okay?

- No, no, I don't need chicas.

- Sure you do.

Everybody wants to see some chicas.

- Okay, can you tell me where this is here?

- Yeah, but only if you give me a dollar, I'll show you.

[distant brass music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Ch-ch!

[both speaking Spanish]

- Ch-ch.

- Ch-ch.

- Hey, are you sure this is the way?

- Yeah, I know the way. Come on.

[siren wailing]

[pulsing club music]

♪ ♪

- Ch-ch.

- Hey, uh, this way?

- Yeah. Yeah.

The address is over here.

But don't stay too long, or else you'll end up like him.

[ethereal electronic music]

♪ ♪

- She's waiting for you.

[pulsing electronic music]

♪ ♪

- Uh, excuse me.

Um, I am looking for a girl―

I mean, a woman.

- Sure, señor. Which one?

Angelina, Paulina, Carla, Butterfly.

- No, her name is Lola.

- Lola? Okay, one moment, please.

- All right, amigos.

[speaking Spanish]

[both speaking Spanish]

Now what? What do you want?

Are you with the police?

- Uh, no, no. Not at all.

- You know Lola? Who's Lola?

- Well, it's a little special. I don't really know her.

She's a friend of my mother's,

but I used to know her when I was a kid.

- Ah, cabrón.

Come with me, my friend.

Take a seat. Enjoy.

My name is Luis.

I know what you need.

Instant love in Tijuana with lemon.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[microphone feedback whines]

And now, ladies and gentlemen, here in the Americano,

a tribute to beauty, a sex goddess,

the one and only Lola!

[cheers and applause]

[light piano music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'm going to a town ♪

♪ That has already been burned down ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm going to a place ♪

♪ That has already been disgraced ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm going to see some folks ♪

♪ Who have already been let down ♪

♪ I'm so tired of America ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm gonna make it up for all of the Sunday Times ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes ♪

♪ ♪

♪ They never really seem to want to tell the truth ♪

♪ I'm so tired of you, America ♪

♪ Making my own way home ♪

♪ Ain't gonna be alone ♪

♪ I've got a life to lead ♪

♪ ♪

♪ America ♪

♪ I've got a life to lead ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Do you really think you go to hell ♪

♪ For having loved? ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Enough of thinking everything that you've done is good ♪

♪ I really need to know ♪

♪ After soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood ♪

♪ I'm so tired of America ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I really need to know ♪

♪ I may just never see you again or might as well ♪

♪ ♪

[pulsing dance music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- So you wanted to see me?

That's nice.

You like what you saw, hmm?

Oh, you don't talk? Here.

Let me help you.

- [sighs]

You're Lola.

- That's me. It's Lola.

It's your first time in Mexico?

- [stammering]

I don't know.

- [chuckles]

So you're here for business or pleasure?

Oh, it's really hot in here. Can I get a drink?

Luis.

Listen, I want you to come with me.

Let's go somewhere quiet.

♪ ♪

I've got something that I want to show you.

It's a surprise.

♪ ♪

- Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

I'm sorry. I didn't come here for this.

I came to see you because you're a friend of my mother, Emilie.

You know her, right?

- Look, in here, please don't talk about your mother, okay?

It's just you and me, baby.

What's your little name again?

- Martin.

- Martin. Martin.

- We used to know each other...

when we were kids in Los Angeles.

- I have a very bad memory.

- We played together sometimes in the courtyard.

I had a skateboard and a―

- Martín, do you have money?

- No, not really.

- Well, that's not gonna help me remember anything.

- [sighs]

Wait.

Here.

♪ ♪

- It's not me.

It's not me anymore.

It's―

I don't live in the past.

- You love her? You like her?

You're a fucking idiot.

You love her, show me your money.

Then get away.

You got money?

Come on. Come with me.

- $50, señor.

- That's a prostitute. You can't do that.

[glass shattering]

You're a fucking idiot. You have money?

Huh?

- [grunting]

- What happened?

- He tried to see a girl outside the club.

$50, señor.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, can we please talk a little bit?

- Are you gonna pay or not?

- No. - Bye-bye.

- All right. All right. All right.

- Hey, hey, take it easy, señor.

- I can pay you one last drink.

- I'm not thirsty.

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

This is on the house, señor.

- Look, I'm not in a good mood, okay,

so I don't want to do the talking thing.

- Who the hell are you? Did you fuck my mom, too?

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking French] - [speaking Spanish]

- I just paid. You have to listen to me.

- I'm not here to listen. I don't have time for this.

I have to work.

- Hey, señor.

It's 100 to get in the private room.

- Okay.

Let's go.

- Wow, that was really impressive.

- I don't know.

I'm sorry.

This never happened to me before.

- [speaking Spanish]

- She just died.

Emilie, your great friend,

who didn't give a fuck about me.

- I don't want you to talk about this in here.

[pulsing club music]

♪ ♪

[both speaking Spanish]

[cheers and applause]

- Hey, excuse me. Excuse me.

Uh, where is she?

- She just left, señor. Come back tomorrow.

♪ ♪

[chickens clucking]

[somber piano music]

♪ ♪

[upbeat mariachi music]

♪ ♪

[fireworks popping]

- I just wanted to touch base.

- Everything okay?

It's not too painful?

- It's okay.

It's okay.

Things are coming along.

But I miss you.

- Are you drunk?

- Not at all.

- You never say things like that.

- I'm glad we got a chance to talk.

I just called to say hi.

- I don't know what you want.

I have to go.

Call back later.

[dial tone beeping]

[dissonant piano music]

♪ ♪

- I can't sleep.

- Go back to bed, Martin.

- I want to sleep with you.

- I've got a tiny little mattress.

- And I'm just a tiny little mosquito.

I don't take up much room.

- No, Martin.

Go back to your bed.

[keys jingling]

- Hey.

Where's my car?

- I'm sorry?

- The car.

Where the fuck is my car, you little brat?

- I didn't―I don't know.

I didn't see anything.

I'm just a kid.

I told you, Tijuana's very dangerous.

Sorry, man.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, señor, you need a discount for Viagra?

[indistinct chatter]

- Ch-ch! - Ch-ch!

- Ch-ch.

- Uh, hola?

You know what time it opens?

- In two hours.

Where are you from?

You're not Americano.

- No, I'm French.

- I speak French.

- [mumbling]

- What's he saying?

- Bullshit.

He's German.

Been here for 20 years.

Does nothing but drink.

"To forget," he says.

- Forget what?

- His father came here after World War II.

To hide.

He created a beer that became very famous in Mexico.

He was supposed to run the brewery,

but he couldn't take it.

[pounding]

- [yelling in German]

[mumbling in German]

[pulsing club music]

♪ ♪

[cheers and applause]

- I'm really sorry for last night.

- Never mind.

- Look, I need to talk to you.

- I don't want to talk, roller-skate,

or whatever with you, all right?

Just get away from me.

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- Hey, let me just say one thing, just one thing.

- Go ahead.

- It's, um...

my mother, she left something for you in her will.

♪ ♪

- Okay, let's go.

You have to pay. It's $100.

♪ ♪

[speaking Spanish]

- You got ten minutes.

- We were friends.

- Friends?

- Yeah.

- Just friends?

- Yes, just friends.

What are you thinking? Dios mio.

- Good friends? I mean, close?

- Okay, stop it.

What did she leave me?

- She left, um...

some paintings.

- Paintings?

- Yeah, her paintings.

[stammering] The paintings she painted, you know?

- Yes, of course.

I see.

- Yeah, she didn't want to be a painter, you know?

She did it like that.

They just have a sentimental value.

I think she wanted you to have them.

[knocking at door]

- Time's up.

- Look, that's really nice...

but I think you should keep the paintings.

You were her son.

And I really don't need them.

- I know she didn't care about me.

[knocking at door]

- Come on.

- [sighs]

- Tell me.

- I really need to go.

[machine beeping]

[rapid beeping]

[rapid beeping]

- If I can have the money today,

as soon as I get my passport, I will pay you tomorrow.

I promise. Okay?

- Don't fuck with me.

- No, no, I won't fuck with you. No problem.

- Don't fuck with me.

- We stayed in L.A. almost three years.

Most of it I don't remember.

I wish I had some more pictures.

Sometimes I would ask her a question,

and she just wouldn't answer.

She wasn't really here, I thought,

or she was afraid.

And when when my dad came to take me back to Prance,

she didn't want to keep me.

She just let me go.

I don't understand why she did that.

I think she didn't love me.

- You can't say that.

You can't just say that.

Every mother loves her child.

You just don't remember.

Every mother, believe me.

- How do you know? Did she talk about me?

- She talked about you all the time.

She talked about you every day.

- What did she say?

- [sighs]

[sighs]

She said...

"My son is my son.

"He's a part of me.

"He's inside of me.

"I love everything about him.

"And I would forgive him anything.

"And I hope he'll forgive me.

"I hope he understands.

"If I can't be with him,

"it's not because I don't love him.

"I love him so much.

"I want him to grow.

"I want him to breathe.

"If I can't take care of him...

"It's because of my life.

I don't have a choice."

[sighs]

And that's what she said.

You have to leave me now.

- I have no money.

I told Luis I would pay later, but I have nothing.

- Just go.

- Let's cut your nails.

Come on.

Don't make me wait.

- You made me wait today!

- Come now, it's the first time.

Come on. - It's wasn't fun!

No nails! - Fine, no nails.

- Think it's fun being left alone?

To come home and you're not around?

- That's unfair.

It's one time.

And you got in.

You had your key, and you play fine by yourself.

- But...

I don't want you to leave me!

- I'll never leave you.

But sometimes I have work or private things.

You need to understand.

- I didn't like it without you.

- Martin...

[somber piano music]

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

- Oh, man.

Dan, you're buying.

- Hey, do you have a phone?

[pulsing club music]

It's to call France, if you don't mind.

- Bro.

♪ ♪

Yeah.

- Okay.

All right.

- Mmm, yeah. Yeah!

- Why'd you leave her?

- What are you saying?

What are you up to?

We've been worried to death.

- Nothing. Answer me!

- Linda keeps calling about her car.

What about the apartment?

- I don't care about her car.

And I don't want the apartment.

- You're totally irresponsible.

Just like your mother!

- You didn't even know her.

You left her.

You know nothing about her life, asshole!

- Stop that!

- Why'd you take me from her?

- She was totally out of it.

You called once in the middle of the night

to say you'd come home,

that she was gone who knows where!

- Now she's gone for good, and you don't care.

It's your fault.

You didn't help her.

- We were separated.

Don't you get that?

Besides, that was our business!

Get a handle on your teenage crisis

and come back to Paris.

I pushed back the funeral a day.

- I'm not coming back.

- Look, I did an internet search.

I think you're suffering from reactive depression.

It's a common disorder triggered by grief―

- Fuck you!

[sighs]

[moans]

- Everybody looking for a girl.

- No, it's different.

I need to give something to her. Her name is―

- I can't give address of the girls.

Come back tonight.

- Look, I really need to see her.

I don't have much time left.

I can give you money if you want.

Well, I don't have― - No.

No money.

- Maybe I can help you clean up?

- You're the one what needs to clean up.

- Please.

[horn honking]

[indistinct chatter]

- Oh, no.

You again?

- Can I talk to you?

- You really like to talk. It's incredible.

How did you find me? Did you follow me?

- No.

- You know, something bad's gonna come out of this.

Luis esté loco. He's bipolar.

You don't know what he can do.

- Okay, I'm sorry.

I lied to you about what my mother left.

She left you something very important.

It's her apartment.

- [scoffs]

Her apartment?

That's great. Look, I love surprises.

But that's not gonna work anymore.

I just don't believe you.

It's not good to lie. Now I don't trust you.

- No, I can prove what I am saying.

I have documents.

I mean, they're in my car.

All I have to do is find my car.

It's a Mustang. It was stolen.

- Bullshit. You don't have a Mustang.

- You have to believe me.

I really want to help you.

- I don't need your help.

- But you deserve better.

I mean, you're so beautiful.

I don't understand what you're doing in this shitty club.

You should leave this town.

[plate clattering]

- I gave up leaving a long time ago.

For me anyway.

I used to dream about going to America.

You know, when I was a little girl,

I used to study singing in Calexico.

- [speaking French]

Let me help you. I can help you.

I have an American passport.

We can cross together.

- You said you were French.

- I'm both, and we can even do...

[snapping fingers]

[mumbling in French]

A fake marriage.

- Ah, I don't believe anything you say.

Let me see your passport.

- It's in my car.

Everything is in the trunk of my car.

But I swear it's true.

- It's okay. I have to leave anyway.

[speaking Spanish]

There, at least buy me lunch.

- I can't.

I couldn't get my credit card back without the ID.

[paper crumpling]

- Next, please.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I need to make a duplicate of my passport.

- Passport American?

- Yes. - Okay.

You're gonna have to fill out this form

and sign it on the bottom, please.

- Okay.

I need to talk to Luis.

- There you are, amigo.

I hope you have good news for me.

- Look, I'll have your money soon.

I just need to see Lola.

I lost everything, you know,

but I'll have another passport in a week,

and when I have it, things are gonna―

- So you lost everything.

I'm tired with you, my friend.

- Just let me see her.

[grunts]

[coughing]

- Come here. Look at me.

There's no more Lola for you in this bar, okay?

Don't come back.

Okay?

- [grunts]

[moaning]

- The only Lola who was ever in this bar died last summer.

- But it's not possible.

She told me―

- She's not Lola, you fucking loser.

She never saw your mother or whatever twisted bullshit

you have in your head.

You get that?

- I don't― I don't believe you.

- Her name is Rosita if you want to know.

Don't come back, or I'll kill you.

- [grunting]

[pulsing club music]

♪ ♪

[water running]

- [singing in Spanish]

[water stops]

[singing continues]

[door opens]

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

Lola.

You sure took me for a ride.

- I don't understand.

[door opens]

- I can't believe this shit.

- [grunts]

- Luis!

[both speaking Spanish]

- [grunting]

- Stop it!

[gasping]

- [grunts]

- Don't listen, huh?

[both coughing]

[speaking Spanish]

I told you not to come.

I told you if you come, I'd kill you, okay?

I'd kill you. I'm gonna kill you.

- [gagging]

- You don't listen. You don't listen.

Why don't you listen?

- [screams]

- You don't listen.

- [moaning]

- Oh, come on.

Fuck.

Holy shit.

[screaming in distance]

[all screaming in Spanish]

[siren wailing]

[sparks crackling]

[waves crashing]

- [in Spanish] What happened?

- It burned down.

- No, to him?

- He fell asleep.

He said he lost his car and Lola.

- I know where his car is.

- Hmm?

- It's because some kids crash them for fun.

- Some kids?

What?

- What?

- Hey, don't you have anything better to do than steal cars?

- I swear, it's not me.

- Don't your parents look after you?

- My mother doesn't care about me.

- Don't say that.

You can't say that.

Okay, come on. I'll walk you home.

- Hola.

- You know, I always thought I was a sad kid.

But I guess I wasn't.

It's my mother who was unhappy.

I was just part of her story.

Like all children, I guess.

- But I'm not in the story.

I'm here.

- Of course you're here.

- No, I'm here for the moment.

- What do you mean?

- You know, I'm not supposed to tell.

My mother, she's saving money

so she can send me to the other side with a wetback,

the beautiful land of opportunities.

- And what do you think?

- I want to stay with her.

I hate Americans.

I live here. Bye.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft guitar noodling]

[distant mariachi music]

♪ ♪

[somber piano music]

♪ ♪

[line trilling]

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

- It's me.

- What happened?

You disappeared.

- I'm coming back.

- I don't know what to say.

You received a letter.

From your mother.

- Keep it.

Give it to me in Paris.

- I went with your father.

You missed it.

- I know.

It took...

It took longer than I thought.

I had to make a detour.

- [grunting]

[sighs]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [sighs]

[sobbing]

- What are you going to do?

- I don't know.

I'm by the ocean.

- Wait for me.

I'm here.

I'm not far.

Wait for me. I'm coming.

[soft piano music]

♪ ♪