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Buddy!

-One second. -Waiter!

-I'll be right there. -Waiter, please!

I'll be right there.

-Hello. How are you, ma'am? -What's up?

I'll have the full feijoada, please.

Full feijoada. Sure thing, it's our specialty.

No orange slices for me,

I don't think it goes with feijoada.

It does, full feijoada comes with orange slices, but we'll skip them.

No paio either.

Feijoada without paio?

And the pig ears too.

You can take the pig ears off.

Okay,

but you know that the full feijoada is no longer full, right?

Now it's just a sad bean soup. But sure, no problem.

-Thanks. Don't take too long. -Hey, Smile!

Help me out, man.

Three-time Employee of the Month and you're gonna leave me hanging?

I won because I'm the only employee.

What about Mariana?

By the way, where is Mariana?

She's on her lunch break.

Mariana is on her lunch break, boss.

She just said that. I'm not deaf yet. Jeez!

Dad?

Hi, honey.

I was watching you play. The way you hold the bow,

the way you tilt your little head…

You remind me of your mother.

Playing helps me miss her a little less.

You're as talented as she was.

Thank you.

But now I need you downstairs, the bar is packed.

I'm studying for the exam to get into the Paris Conservatory.

Well, your lunch break is over, honey.

-By the way, did you eat? -I did.

So, let's go.

First work, then fun.

Music will be my work, Dad.

Of course.

But now we need you downstairs. Let's go.

Let's go.

-Hey, you forgot. -I almost forgot.

Go!

-Go, kid! -Look at him go!

Amazing!

Cool!

Look. Mariana is here.

-Hi, Joana. -What's up?

Did you eat, Mari?

I'll get the check for table two.

-Go! Amazing! -Come on!

For you to snack on while you work.

Thanks, Joana.

Dad?

What's up, honey?

Why doesn't Felipinho have to work too?

He's practicing some dance moves.

I think he wants to make money on that TokTok, TukTuk.

You wanna be a musician, he wants to be a dancer.

Got it. So, he gets to do the fun part.

Talk to his mother.

I actually disagree that it's the fun part.

One day he'll need a real job to make money.

Hey, Vinícius, your team is close to being relegated.

Good morning, Dad. Good morning, Smile.

Wow, I've never seen Mariana so happy to work.

It's 'cause I'm happy.

But I'm also nervous. I really need to pass that test.

-And when is the test? -Friday.

I'll play for a panel, but there's an audience.

I really want you to attend. I have a reason.

What reason?

It's a surprise. You'll have to go to find out.

But it's really important to me that you go.

I promise I'll be there.

Thanks, Dad.

Where's Otávio? Still no sign of him.

Bravo, Mariana!

Good job, Mari!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Honey, I really tried, the bar was packed…

It's okay, stop apologizing. Just leave.

What's important is that you got what you wanted, honey.

Does it matter? It didn't look like you were rooting for me.

Mariana, I always rooted for you.

Then you should've been there for me.

I tried, Mariana, but…

Okay, Dad!

Okay.

I know you tried.

What matters is that I got in, right?

So, get the paperwork ready for my replacement at the bar.

I'm off to Paris.

Just like that?

You're going to Paris and leaving everything we built behind?

Is it that easy for you?

Dad, I need to follow my dream.

You only had a dream because you had a roof over your head,

food on the table, school,

and this bar gave you all that.

A bar you were going to inherit,

that you could've turned into a franchise,

but now you've decided to just throw it all away.

-I'm not. -You are.

I'm not throwing it away. The bar is your dream.

I want to chase my dream.

Music is my dream, and I got accepted to study

at one of the best music schools in the world.

Okay, Dad.

Leave me be. I need to pack, I leave in two weeks.

You're moving to Paris in two weeks?

I am.

Okay, Mariana.

Go chase your dream.

That's right.

But let me tell you something.

If it doesn't work out,

don't call me.

Okay, Dad.

-Bye. -Bye, Felipinho.

-Have fun. -You got it.

Have fun.

Bye, Joana.

Honey…

I'll be in touch.

I love you, Dad.

Honey.

(3 years later)

Joana!

Joana!

Mari!

-What? -She's coming back.

-She's coming back! -She's coming back!

That's great!

Maybe this is your chance to reconnect.

Maybe she'll stay this time.

Is that what she wants?

She probably misses us a lot.

-I'm sure she misses my feijoada. -Absolutely.

But you have to support her dreams.

Not your dreams for her.

-Now I… -Okay.

I'll fully support her in whatever she wants.

-Yes. -I'll do everything to make her stay.

Everything.

Thanks, honey.

Honey.

-You look beautiful. -Thanks, Dad.

-Mari! -Joana!

-I missed you so much. You look beautiful. -Me too. Thanks.

Come here. How are you?

Look at the bar, honey.

Show her the bar.

It looks great. You changed the name?

-It's the family name now. -We decorated for you.

What's up, folks!

Look how beautiful your bar looks, Mari.

Beautiful, right? I updated it.

It's not my bar, it's yours.

Our bar, right, honey?

I added a little stage.

When you're working and feel like performing,

just grab your violin, and…

Well, I actually have some news.

Daddy can't wait to hear the news.

Whatever it is, Daddy's here to support you in everything.

Everything.

In Paris, I…

I fell in love in Paris.

And I'm getting married.

His name is Miguel.

How do you say Miguel in French? "Migut"?

He's not French, Dad.

He's Argentinian.

Oh, that's gross.

Congratulations!

-That's bad luck! -Play.

Let me see if I understand.

You're marrying an Argentinian called Miguel?

-Yes. -And you're staying there for good?

Actually, before that, the whole family is traveling together.

Miguel's parents own a hotel in Bariloche.

Yikes.

They invited us so the families could meet.

One of Argentina's prettiest cities.

You'll eat wonderful food and see snow for the first time.

-If I open the fridge, I see snow. -Come on, it's important to me.

Boss?

Don't worry about the bar, I'll take care of it.

They know me.

Why are they playing tango? Who told them to play it?

-Man, I'm not feel… -Let's celebrate. Let's eat feijoada.

I haven't had feijoada in ages.

-Where are the plates? -Here.

-I'm so nervous-- -Let me grab some plates.

Smile, where are the plates?

-Let me grab them. -Dad, really?

No, I'm good. I'm just checking if it's dirty.

Otávio, get it together.

Going to Argentina is out of the question.

There are Argentinians all over Búzios.

Otávio, we got the tickets using miles.

Yes, Dad. You should listen to Joana.

Going to Bariloche is cheaper than going to Búzios.

I'm not going anywhere.

There's no way I'm going on this trip.

Honestly, I still don't know how you managed to get me on this plane.

Guys, don't eat that.

Is this ham or cellophane? For God's sake.

-Come on, Dad. -You said Argentinian food is good.

We're off to a great start.

Do you think I could find a penguin there to shoot a cool video?

-I think it could go viral. -Yes, son.

I think it's the altitude.

Let me tell you something, honey.

I still…

I still can't believe you're getting married.

Really.

But like I promised, I'll support whatever decision you make.

Thanks, Dad.

Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it.

The only thing you have to do is to be my dad.

That's it.

What your dad needs is to learn how to pack.

He didn't bring a jacket.

Look. Look how he is.

I don't get cold.

I'm from Niterói, it's windy there.

Babe, honestly,

this cold really shows

how real climate change is.

I think Argentina still gets hit by El Niño, Dad.

Or La Niña. I can't remember.

Honey, the gender doesn't matter, either niño or niña,

my butt cheeks are frozen.

Now you'll stop being so stubborn. Don't worry, I got your back.

Miguel!

Honey.

Great to see you.

-How are you? -Great.

-How was your trip? Good? -Yes.

-My parents. Héctor and Norma. -Hi!

-Nice to meet you. -Likewise.

-Hi! How are you? -Nice to meet you.

-Norma. -Mariana.

Your father-in-law is Argentinian. But nobody is perfect.

Nice to meet you. Let me introduce you to my family.

-Joana, my stepmom. -Nice to meet you.

Felipinho, my stepbrother.

And

that is…

-There he is. That's my dad. -Hi.

-Otávio. -"Pidgeon."

Otávio, pleasure.

Mucho gusto to meet you both.

Wow, I didn't know my husband spoke Portuñol so fluently.

We speak Portuguese, don't worry.

Here it's impossible to walk around without running into a Brazilian.

He speaks Portuguese as well as I speak Spanish, doesn't he?

There are so many Brazilians here in Bariloche,

we pick up some Portuguese even by accident.

I'm also familiar to Argentinians

because I'm a surfer.

And I would go to Florianópolis, Floripa,

there were so many Argentinians in the water,

that, to surf, we had to go over them.

There were so many Argentinians, that we would yell, "Hey!"

We would go over them like speed bumps.

I love your sense of humor, otário.

-What? -No, Héctor.

-It's Otávio. -Otávio.

-With a V. Remember? -Otávio.

-Otávio. -That's right.

Why is he being rude?

It's common for Spanish speakers to mix up V and B sounds.

He didn't swap B and V or V and B. He switched V for R.

-"Otário" means stupid. -I'm sorry, Otário.

Oh, Otávio.

-He did it again. -Otávio.

Let's get going.

"Let's get giggling"?

-Let me tell you something… -At least you're warm now.

I don't like him already.

Attention!

That's the civic center.

The architectural complex includes buildings that surround the square.

Like Petrópolis.

And we have a mesmerizing view of Lake Nahuel Huapi.

Well, it looks a bit like Piraí River.

Miguel said it was gorgeous, but I had no idea it was this stunning.

Do you know why the snow is special, Mariana?

Why?

Because it's the perfect metaphor for human beings.

Like people,

no two snowflakes are the same.

Is he a poet?

Poetry?

-Metaphor? -Beautiful, Héctor. I loved it.

They put us in the worst seat.

Welcome to the Martín Family hotel.

Baby, it's beautiful here.

Let me introduce you to Pablito.

Pablinho.

He's our concierge.

Hey, Pablito!

You didn't get my luggage.

Just a minute.

One of his hands is free, he could've…

So, tell me. Do you like my hotel?

This hotel was built by my grandfather.

Oh, what a beautiful story.

Let's continue the story inside, it's a bit cold out here.

But let's talk about that later.

I'll be right there.

Otávio!

-Honey? -Yes?

I'll turn on the heater, since now you're convinced it's cold.

Thank you.

I thought Argentinians would conquer Búzios and Santa Catarina, and that's it.

Never thought they'd steal my daughter.

I can't believe we managed to get our families together.

Honey…

I think we should wait to celebrate.

My dad is difficult.

Don't say that.

I love your dad.

And I love yours. I can talk to him about anything.

I could never talk to my dad like that.

You can talk to my dad about anything, as long as he does most of the talking.

A pain in the butt!

Hotel owner and history professor?

At least we are learning something from him.

Unlike you, you're being a pain.

-Hey! -What?

You're on their side now.

I'm on my own, God.

What did I do in my past life to deserve this?

You've made a lot of mistakes, but in this one you're here for Mari.

So, let's support her, make her happy.

You're right.

Honestly, I think the heater is broken.

Now I'm sweating profusely. I'm hot.

The sweat came running down and went straight into my butt crack.

-Otávio? -It must be broken.

I think you broke it.

It was cold, I turned it on. You're hot? Deal with it.

Pidgeon, how are you?

This is Otávio speaking.

I have a problem in my room.

The heater is broken.

Just a minute.

So?

He said "just a minute" and hung up.

Oh, this is so much fun.

I'd like to hear from my daughter-in-law.

Mariana, tell us about yourself.

Yes, I would like to know how you and Miguel met.

Me too.

Tinder, right?

-Not on Tinder. -No.

We met at music school. We played together.

It was love at first sight for me,

but when I heard her play, that's when I fell in love.

Listen… let's get straight to the point.

Where will you live?

I was just about to ask.

Where will you live?

-Europe. -Europe.

It's really cold there.

It's cold here too.

Did I say cold weather is nice? "It's so cold, cool!" I never said that.

-Dad. -You should live in Brazil.

It's warm all year long. Amazing.

I'm sorry, Otávio,

but Argentina has a much milder climate.

And we have Malbec, Messi, Bombonera, chorizo steak,

dulce de leche, and Miguel has this hotel to take care of.

It makes sense.

Let me tell you something.

You started the conversation well

by saying that Argentina has a much milder climate.

Brazil has dulce de leche, because of Minas Gerais.

We can buy Malbec at the grocery store.

We have beaches, Carnival, soccer, Pelé.

Brazil is way better.

Mariana is about to inherit the gastronomic empire

that I'm leaving her.

We won't be living in Argentina or Brazil.

We'll live in Europe, there are more opportunities.

Regardless of where you choose to live,

both families deserve

to celebrate your union.

I'm loving my fellow mother-in-law. I think we're on the same page.

We are. We deserve a celebration.

Otávio,

they are right.

Let's throw a celebratory dinner.

Another one? They eat so much.

-In a special place. -Hi!

Everyone, let me introduce you to Carol.

-Hi! -Hi!

She's responsible for our wonderful wine list.

Thank you, Héctor.

I would like to welcome you to the hotel.

I hope you're enjoying our fantastic cellar.

-No, you're fantastic. -Thanks.

She's out of your league. Mountains of snow out of your league.

Dude, you managed to charm my mom, so…

I've known Carol since she was a child.

Right.

In fact, she and Miguel used to date.

Yes. Miguel!

How are you?

-Hi. -Hi.

Mariana. Mariana, Carol.

Mariana, I was looking forward to meeting you.

Especially once I found out you're a musician and Brazilian.

Right. Yes, I'm both.

Brazilian and musician.

-Well, I'm sorry. -Awkward.

It's like someone farted in church. So awkward.

I agreed to introduce my friends to Mariana.

Are you guys going to a party?

-Yes. -Yes.

-Let's go then. -Sure.

You never told me that your ex worked at your parents' restaurant

and that she was hot.

You're hot, Mari.

That's the life I left behind.

I hope so.

Our life today is what we're gonna build together.

-Wanna dance? -Sure.

Hey, how are you?

You, come here.

Could you get me some skim milk?

Just a minute.

Okay.

I think he left. He won't get my milk.

Well, let me sit down.

Milk helps in the morning, you know? It's like a probiotic, it's very good.

-What's the schedule for today? -Someone's excited.

I am excited. You're supposed to be excited on a trip, not complaining.

Today we're going to Cerro Catedral.

Oh, I see.

I didn't come all the way to Argentina to see a church.

No, Otávio. Cerro Catedral is a ski resort.

Do you ski?

-No. -I surf.

And if you surf, you can basically do every kind of sport with a board.

That's not true.

-Of course it is. -Sure.

Otávio, I have to run an errand downtown. Want to come with me?

I can help you find some winter clothes.

What's wrong with my clothes?

I have nothing against Joana's clothes.

I know. I'm messing with you.

Thank you, but I just got here. I don't feel like shopping.

So, can I tell you the hotel history?

Shopping! Let's go shopping!

-Shopping. -Okay.

Look, Miguel.

You know it's very hard for a Brazilian to trust an Argentinian, right?

-Especially a Brazilian father. -I do, but you can trust me, Otávio.

He's my father-in-law.

-Hey. -From Brazil.

-Father-in-law? -Yes.

How nice.

You're rude! How unfriendly! What did I do for him to call me rude?

-No, no. -For no reason?

In Spanish, groso… groso means you're nice.

-Oh, nice is "groso?" -Yes, nice.

Caipirinha!

Sorry, boys. Is that your coat?

What? Is it showing?

-Is he hitting on me? -No.

I don't get it. What does he want?

He's asking if that's your coat.

I'll bring it in a sec.

I don't want to be here, Miguel, there are rats.

"Rato" means "soon."

Okay.

-But you can see why I messed that up. -Yes.

And, speaking of messes,

you and the girl from the hotel…

Beautiful, by the way. Pleasant-looking woman.

You and Carol had a fling, right?

Carol?

She's my friend.

She's helping me with some stuff.

Helping you with some stuff. I see.

I see.

Excuse me.

You're gonna like this one.

-Okay. -Excuse me.

Look, it doesn't…

I'm such an idiot. I'll bring you a bigger one right away.

Doesn't "tarado" mean pervert? Call the police.

He admits he was staring at my balls and that he's a pervert!

He meant he made a mistake.

Excuse me.

-Let me show… -I have another coat here--

-No, I don't want a sack. -A small coat? A tiny one? My God!

Miguel, for crying out loud.

The Bariloche Symphony Orchestra has performed right here in this room.

I've been a patron of the orchestra for many years now.

That's amazing.

So, where does your love for music come from?

My mom.

She was a violinist. I started playing because of her.

You must be proud to carry on her legacy.

Yes.

And it's great that your father managed to pay for your classes in Europe.

Actually, my dad didn't pay.

I got a scholarship.

He can support you now.

He's a businessman.

And his gastronomic ventures are doing quite well, aren't they?

It's actually just a bar.

But he always made sure we had everything.

Let's take the first photo of the Soares-Martíns in Bariloche.

Otávio! We are waiting for you.

I'm coming.

You're not going to believe this. But here in Patagonia,

-the beer is warm. Did you know that? -Really?

Look… I have an idea. Hold on.

I've lived in Saquarema, man. I have street smarts.

Ice-cold! Check it out! Like a seal's bottom.

We're at Cerro Catedral.

The biggest ski resort in South America.

The resort also has 32 lifts,

over 70 tracks.

He's a hotel owner, but he likes to give history lessons.

Who's ready to go up the prettiest mountain in Argentina?

-Let's go. I'm excited. -What the heck?

-Honey, come here. -Let's go.

We saw snow at the hotel. Did we come here to see more snow?

-Come on. -I'll be right there.

Look, the professor is trying to teach my daughter,

trying to steal her from me.

Don't complain. You've got a fan, your son-in-law.

I've got my eye on him.

Something is off. But he can't trick me. I'll figure it out.

Guys, this track is a medium-level slope.

Ideal for skiing or snowboarding.

I'll ski down and meet you all later.

Who's coming with me?

I'll go. I'll go, but on a snowboard.

-That's so cool, Otávio. -Really?

-Do you snowboard? -No, he doesn't.

-Dad, you are not going. -Come on, you guys!

If you surf, snowboarding is pretty much the same thing.

Let your dad have some fun.

Exactly. Thanks, son-in-law.

Let me tell you all something.

All I'm going to say is, Saquarema, 1993.

I was number one in Saquarema. I would…

What's worse? The sports part or the 1993 part?

-1993 was 30 years ago. -I'm in a tunnel.

Let me tell you something.

I surf on ice, on water, on a snowboard. Same thing.

What is snow?

Snow is nothing but frozen water. Am I right, Norma?

Attention!

So, Brazilian father-in-law and Argentinian father-in-law.

Let's go to the slope together.

We'll meet you all down there.

-Let's go then. -Let's go down?

How about some coffee?

Yes! Don't tell Otávio, but this mother-in-law is freezing.

Wait. Where's Felipinho?

It looks like he's okay.

Let's go.

Let's see how well this Brazilian father-in-law surfs.

Is Pelé scared

because he knows Maradona is going to win?

Or has the Argentinian father-in-law won already,

and Mariana and Miguel will get married and live in Bariloche?

They'll never live in Bariloche!

Oh my gosh!

What's up, Otávio?

Stupid Argentinian clothes!

I don't think it's the clothes.

Didn't you say it was just like surfing?

It's similar.

Having fun, father-in-law?

How do I stop this thing?

Excuse me!

Hi!

Are you okay?

I'm good.

You're the Pelé of snowboarding.

Sucker.

I'll show you who's the sucker!

How do I stop this, bro?

-Yes. -I'm scared.

My apartment on the beach, in Rio, you know?

Every morning I wake up, look at the sun, the ocean and I work out.

This family get-together is fun, right?

Yes. It would be even more fun if my father had a little less fun.

Having our families together here…

Now I realize how much I miss Argentina.

I'm very happy for you, you know?

But you're not changing your mind and moving here, right?

No.

It was just a thought.

Let's go.

I'm glad it was just a thought. Because we agreed to live in Europe.

We'll have more job opportunities.

Yes, babe.

A deal is a deal.

-Yes. -Let's go.

But if you change your mind, let me know right now.

Because if you do,

I'll catch the first flight out of here.

-Mari, come on. -I'm waiting for the cab.

Wait up, coconut head.

So? Are you getting any better?

Saquarema, 1993, bro!

Now we'll learn the truth.

What the heck!

Help!

Help!

-Let's go. -Come on.

Hey, I'm fine.

Without a scratch. But you need to fix the slope, it's uneven.

That's just like my marriage,

a promising start that ends up wrapped around a tree.

Are you okay?

I wouldn't say I'm okay.

This is partially your fault. You can't believe everything my dad says.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Despite being frozen water,

today we learned there's a big difference

between snow and the sea.

Let me tell you something.

The main difference is that there are no trees in the sea.

That's why I got tangled up.

Today was a glorious day

of unity, rivalry and friendship

between Brazil and Argentina.

Let's finish it the way we do best,

drinking wine.

-I agree. -Great.

I'm not drinking today.

They didn't get the joke, but they are laughing.

-This wine is very special. -Damn. A history lesson.

The grapes were picked in a secret location in Mendonza,

by a winery that only produces 100 bottles per year.

Interesting.

Very cool.

Let me get some more.

Now there are only 99 bottles left.

It's okay.

-It's okay. -It's all right.

It's all right. It's okay.

Try this other one.

Pour me some.

Don't hold back.

Keep going, come on.

In Brazil, we pour it to the top.

The first sip is like having açaí. Like this…

This is clearly an impressive Argentinian Malbec,

distinguished by its strong and robust body,

like a perfect silk glove.

I'm sorry, Héctor, I don't mean any disrespect,

it's cool that you're proud, you probably did therapy,

so he's in high spirits, has a high self-esteem.

However, what is really robust is Brazilian cachaça.

It's a punch to the head and a flick to the teeth.

-Be careful. -What?

I'm a professional. I won't spill it.

It's also distinguished

by its deep red color, almost violet,

mixed with notes of deep blue.

Let me see, mine isn't blue.

Is yours blue?

In Brazil, with only one color, we can sum up what you just said.

It's called "wine."

Color wine. That's it.

But the main feature of this wine…

The features are endless.

…it's the scent.

Pepper.

I can't have pepper.

Roasted almonds!

Are there almonds in yours? Mine is wrong.

He's gargling, honey.

I'm going to… Okay.

That's unpleasant. He spat.

It also has some noticeable notes of cherry.

-That doesn't make sense. -Wild blackberries.

Blackberries and cherries. That's not noticeable. Don't know about…

To me, it tastes…

-like grapes. -Cherry.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

-Cheers. -Hi.

Hey, look who's here! The backstabbing homewrecker!

-Excuse me? -It's a carioca slang for "gorgeous"!

Thank you.

It's beautiful seeing you all together.

Are you having fun?

We were until a minute ago.

Héctor, I'm heading out.

-Do you need anything else? -No.

Have some wine with us.

-That's a great idea. Sit. -I'll sit down.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Hey, kid.

Carol… can you guess which wine this is?

Oh, let's see.

Carrera, Malbec, 2011.

Amazing.

-Incredible. -Bravo.

Thank you.

I got into wine when I was with Miguel.

We traveled a lot with Norma and Héctor.

-When we dated. -I got that.

Yes. It was my debut as a sommelier.

Impressive.

Let me tell you something, Carol.

Did you know I'm also a sommelier?

You, a sommelier?

A cachaça sommelier.

Just by the smell of the cachaça, I know the kind of hangover

the persona is gonna have the day after.

But I'm also a sommelier of other things.

Of fishy situations.

Well, okay.

I have to go.

-Thank you. -Bye.

You're welcome. Gracias.

-Thank you. Bye. -Kid, get it together. Sit.

You don't have a chance.

Father-in-law, are you an expert on anything else?

Table soccer? Or, how we call it here, metegol?

-Metegol. -Metegol.

Foosball?

Is that you in that painting, Héctor?

No. It's my great-grandfather.

-The first Martín. -A criminal.

Apparently, it's worth a lot,

because the painter was a cubist in Picasso's circle.

-Wow! -Wow!

But I wouldn't sell it for all the money in the world.

-Nobody would buy it. -It's the only image we have.

Of course, there were no cameras back then.

Where's Miguel?

Probably in the bathroom.

Now I'm gonna get him…

I'll go get him to play foosball. We need more players.

-Let me get him. -Otávio.

Do you like it?

Yes, I like it a lot.

Miguel, please.

-You're gonna be "pelado." -Now?

-Can you help me? -Sure.

What the hell?

I was just looking for you. What a coincidence.

-Looking for… -I'm good.

I was looking for you to play…

Oh, foosball?

-Foosball. To play foosball. -Foosball.

-Metegol, that. -Right.

-So, let's go. -Let's play.

Argentina versus Brazil starts now!

Héctor!

Maradona takes the ball. Maradona has it.

He passes to Caniggia.

-Goal! -Goal!

You can't lift the goalkeeper. It's from one side to the other.

Just like in the 1990 World Cup in Italy!

-Now Brazil… -No, let's go.

Get the ball.

-Not now. Let's go. -Let's score.

Kaká with the ball.

He kicks it into the midfield, passes to Adriano Imperador.

48 minutes into the 2nd half, and behold, Imperador shoots!

-Goal! -Goal!

Brazil!

-Brazil! -Imperador!

Forty-eight minutes into the 2nd half, and Brazil wins Copa América 2004!

What about the 2021 Copa América in Maracanã?

You don't mention that.

How many World Cups has Argentina won?

-I think only three. -Brazil has… Hey!

The last one?

Okay, let's play.

Let's play.

Let's play. You talk a lot, but don't play much.

Let's play.

Come on, go.

Throw it.

Go on then. Try it!

Try it!

Play ball.

-Look, goal! -Look.

-Goal! -Goal!

Brazil!

-Five-time champion! -Five-time champion!

Are you asleep? Babe.

Hey, did you see Miguel with that girl,

Carol,

laughing around and whatnot?

They used to date.

I can see how those Argentinians play.

How they play.

Otávio.

You're jealous, aren't you?

You barely saw her for three years,

she might never want to see you again.

Honestly, I just think that Miguel is not the right guy for her.

Is there any guy in the universe who is right for her?

In the universe, there has to be someone nice

for my daughter, who deserves the very best in life.

Better yet if he's not Argentinian.

Stop that. Let's go to sleep.

-You're going to sleep? -Yes.

-I was in the mood for… -We have to wake up early.

There's that beautiful outing and the celebration dinner.

-History lessons. -Promise me something.

Please don't ruin anything tomorrow.

Let's enjoy this family trip.

I promise.

Know what I'm sure we'll see on tomorrow's trip?

-What? -Snow.

Look, babe.

I have to admit I was wrong.

It's beautiful here.

-It was worth walking all the way up-- -Let me tell you something.

I said that I was wrong.

"Worth it" is a bit much.

Miguel, don't do anything crazy. The trip has been a mess.

Baby, it can't go wrong.

It's sledding.

I love Argentinian optimism. You always think it'll work out.

No, you're the optimists. Your year only begins after Carnival.

It's the right way to live.

My son is right.

Sledding is amazing.

I told you.

And totally safe.

Yes, there's absolutely no danger for a couch potato like you.

It's just like a board.

Just want to make it clear I didn't start this time.

I'm gonna show the coconut head who is the potato.

Excuse me, but you're in front of an athlete.

I'm just going to mention numbers, 1979, Dendê Road.

Me, Crooked-leg Tom, Marcinha. I was on my roller cart.

I was unstoppable.

I'm onto you.

Go, honey!

This is faster than a roller cart!

You're gonna lose again?

My bad, Otário.

-I'm losing my patience! -And your daughter too.

Not my daughter.

I'm gonna show this Argentinian.

You're provoking me.

-Here! -Ouch!

You two, stop that right now.

Don't provoke me.

What's going on?

Stop that!

-Otário! -Coconut head!

It had to be an Argentinian.

It had to be a Brazilian.

-It's your fault. -Mine?

Mine?

Yes, yours!

I know the trip would be much easier without them,

but they might have fallen somewhere dangerous.

Yes. I fear they might run into some wild animal.

With them, it's the animals that should be scared.

What a joke! Let me tell you something.

Because of you, we're stuck in a stupid funny home video.

It's your… It's your fault.

Yes, you're jealous that your daughter

likes me more than she likes you!

-Now you've crossed a line. -No.

Now you've crossed a line. What a clown show.

What? Throw it.

Stop that!

We have to work together to get out of here.

You're a clown.

This is no time for egos.

Ego? You want to talk about ego?

-Do you know what ego is? -What?

Ego is the tiny Argentinian that lives inside of us.

And do you know why whenever a Brazilian dies,

they have to be buried in a very deep grave?

I don't.

Because, deep down, they're nice people.

Good one.

I didn't know that one.

You're so much fun.

That's kind of obvious.

Of course I'm fun, I'm Brazilian.

Brazilians are more fun than Argentinians.

I've been thinking.

We are more alike than we think.

Right.

Otário.

Are you gonna keep calling me that?

What was that?

A cougar.

-Jesus Christ. Let's go. -Jesus Christ.

Héctor,

I have a delicate matter to talk to you about.

Since we're gonna die, I'll just say it.

You know that Miguel is having an affair with Carol, right?

That night, when we had wine, I saw them having a weird conversation.

And my daughter is too young to suffer.

Well, I know that Miguel and Carol were very much in love in the past.

So you agree that, if there's something going on,

we have to take action.

Well, we shouldn't, but…

I don't know if I approve of our kids getting married.

Actually,

me neither.

We have to survive to save our children.

-Let's destroy the cougar. -Let's destroy the cougar.

-Destroy! -Destroy!

Easy. Calm down.

There's a killer cougar in the area. It eats men. Terrible. So dangerous!

Don't worry, it wasn't a cougar.

It was this kitty cat. His name is Félix.

Cat?

-No! -No!

That's when we heard the cougar.

A terrible roar.

And it wasn't a purebred cougar.

It was a mix of cougar, jaguar,

leopard--

But the beast didn't want to fight.

It was trying to defend…

This is beautiful.

Give me a second.

-It was trying to defend its cubs. -Its cubs.

That's…

Dang it, it got me. The waterworks…

It was trying to defend its cubs. That's what a dad does.

-A dad who loves… -A dad who loves…

…might make mistakes,

-but, always… -Always…

-…for the sake of its cubs. -Sake of its cubs.

Yes.

-We survived. -Yes.

It's great that after this adventure, the fathers-in-law became friends,

but let's focus on the protagonists of the story, Mari and Miguel.

Our story is cool…

Let's go to our rooms and get ready,

because this evening is shaping up to be very special.

When I had nothing, I longed for

When all I felt was absence, I waited

When I was cold, I shivered

When I was brave, I called

When a letter arrived, I opened it

When I listened to Prince, I danced

When the eye sparkled, I understood it

When I grew wings, I took flight

When you called me, I came

When I realized it, I was already here

When I found you, I lost myself

When I saw you, I fell in love

Baby, I'm so happy our dads have finally become friends.

I never thought I would say that, but it worked.

I told you it was gonna be nice.

Yes, you did.

You just have to accept your dad the way he is.

He's an amazing dad,

but he's just a bit kooky.

But I couldn't be happier.

Me too.

Babe?

I just heard that the Bariloche Symphony Orchestra

is going to audition new musicians.

We already talked about that. We're going back to Europe.

Yes, but…

No "buts."

Let's not focus on the future. Let's focus on now.

Focus on celebrating with our families.

Let's just enjoy that our dads stopped fighting and are supporting us now.

-Okay? -Okay.

Come on.

Joana?

I know we have this party to go to,

but it might be a slippery slope.

What are you talking about?

Héctor also finds it strange how close Miguel and Carol seem.

He's also suspicious. Now we're two suspicious fathers-in-law.

I knew you two together would cause more trouble.

-Two overbearing dads conspiring. -That's not it.

I'm fighting for my daughter's happiness.

Babe…

Babe, Felipinho was the best thing that ever happened to me,

but I was really young.

His dad ran off, my dad never supported me.

The first thing we learn as a parent

is that we're like shepherds leading sheep.

You lost me with that metaphor.

-Otávio. -I'm joking.

Really.

And you need to learn to accept that everything is okay.

That's the thing.

I don't think everything is okay.

Otávio, I'm serious. Listen to me.

I forbid you to ruin the celebration.

I forbid you from saying anything unpleasant to Mari

before this dinner ends, got it?

And regardless if you're right or wrong,

it's her choice.

I got it.

I promise.

Good.

That's good.

-Babe? -Yes?

I'm leaving. I'll be right back.

Okay.

-Dad? -Hi, honey.

-What happened? -Well…

-Well… -Dad?

Really, what happened?

I have…

to talk to you about something.

What?

You…

You're pretty just like your mom, you know?

No, Dad. She was prettier.

-Nonsense. You… -She was prettier.

-You're beautiful, honey. -Thank you.

Listen.

-Okay? -I love you, Dad.

I love you too. I love you a lot.

Can I go now?

Oh, of course. Go.

-But… -Bye.

Bye.

This is where my father told me that the hotel

was going to be mine.

I wanted to do the same with you.

And here, you told me you wanted to be an artist.

It was a beautiful day.

I was so scared you wouldn't accept my decision.

But I did.

I've been thinking.

I understand love.

Of course I do.

But it's not easy,

especially for such a young couple.

And living in Europe, so far away.

With no support, as artists.

I thought of something.

We have our family apartment here in Bariloche. It's yours.

I'm a patron of the Bariloche Symphony Orchestra.

I'm good friends with the director.

And with my influence, I might get Mariana a spot there.

What do you think?

That could work.

Of course it could work.

You and she could continue your lives as artists.

An apartment without any expenses,

no rent to pay.

This way, you can still be an artist…

but a bit closer to us.

Thank you.

Carol?

Didn't you eat already, Otávio?

If it has bones, eat with your hands.

Leave him alone. He behaved so well today. He earned it.

Father-in-law!

Now I finally understand why people love Argentinian food.

-I told you. -This… What is it called?

Patagonian lamb, Otávio.

Patagonian la… Thanks, boy.

This Patagonian lamb is Pata-capa-gonian. Amazing.

I'm glad you like it, buddy.

My pleasure.

Father-in-law!

We became friends.

"A cachaça sommelier."

What do you think about that wine?

Oh! I learned from you.

Let me do the thing. First, we swirl.

Now, we sniff.

Wild blackberries.

-Bravo! -Bravo!

The Brazilian father-in-law is already an Argentinian Malbec sommelier.

I need to go somewhere.

I'll be right back.

-I'll be right back. -Okay.

So yummy.

The tannin in this wine is so efficient,

it's already made its way down,

so, I'll need to run to the restroom.

I'll be quick.

Otávio, where are you going?

I just said it.

We had a deal. I mean it.

Excuse me, the situation is dire.

-I can't do it. -Just keep swirling, Joana.

Slowly. Okay.

Excuse me!

Hello!

I have something to say. I know it's a celebration,

but I have something very serious to tell you all.

You were doing so well, are you sure you want to start with this?

Let me tell you something. I know I've already embarrassed myself.

You always thought I was the worst dad in the world.

But today I'll show you I'm the best one.

In fact, after I tell you this, I might seem even worse.

But then I'll be the best.

Because, in fact, as I suspected it,

it's way worse.

And it was true. But you should know.

I'm a little lost.

Miguel is having an affair with Carol!

What?

Calm down. It's just a paranoid episode from a jealous dad.

I had noticed something at that wine dinner, with the spitting.

I noticed something then.

But, today, I confirmed the whole thing.

What did you confirm?

Miguel was hooking up with Carol in the restroom.

Yes, exactly!

Shall we toast?

-Did you come from there? -What happened?

What were you…

My Dad said you were with Carol?

I was.

It's true.

Honey, it hurts to say,

but they were…

They were really going at it in that restroom.

-No. -It was crazy.

The stalls were shaking. Wait…

-Sorry, family. -The plot thickens.

What did we miss?

It was you in the bathroom with Carol?

It wasn't Miguel?

-Miguel? -Miguel?

Wasn't it?

-Miguel and me? -Yes.

Why would you say that, Otávio? No!

Miguel and I are completely over.

There's nothing else between us.

-Nothing. -Lucky me.

But, during the wine dinner that night, I saw you with Carol.

You were saying stuff like,

"I'm getting naked. Oh, I'll get all naked."

Dad, "pelado" is Spanish for "bald."

I feel like Spanish is Portuguese gone wrong.

All this mess was because

I planned it in secret with Carol so not to ruin the surprise.

What is that, Miguel?

-Miguel, is this a Stradivarius? -Yes.

I won't even touch it right now.

This is too much.

This is too much, right, Dad?

I'm sorry, honey.

It was supposed to be a nice night.

But it is, isn't it? Look.

You turned it into chaos, Dad.

What you did was ridiculous.

Breathe, Mari.

Let bygones be bygones.

Your father is not to blame.

Miguel, he did what he always does.

Or rather, he did what he never does.

Once again, he could not keep a promise.

I don't know why I even try with you, Dad.

I should have known these were all empty promises.

Breathe, Mari. Let's forget about it.

Aren't you happy with the surprise?

It's too much information.

I had another surprise.

We're getting you a spot in the Bariloche Symphony Orchestra.

What?

My father offered us an apartment so we could live here rent-free.

It's the beginning of our life, babe.

That makes a huge difference.

Miguel, I can't believe you're doing this.

Mari, what do you mean?

A place to live and a job at hand.

That's a lot more than we'd have in Europe.

I'm glad you thought of everything.

Or rather, it's nice that your dad made the plan for you,

but did you think about me?

You always said that's what you wanted.

That is what I'm trying to give you.

No, deciding that without talking to me

has nothing to do with what I want.

I dreamed about music my whole life.

My dad never supported me, he did everything to make me quit,

but he didn't succeed.

I went to Europe, met you, decided to marry you,

and he didn't support my choice of partner.

I have always approved of you.

No, Héctor. No! You and my dad are the same.

You're two selfish men clinging to their kids.

In Rio de Janeiro or Bariloche, you two are no different.

But the worst part, Miguel,

is that you let your father use money to dictate our future.

We dictate our future, honey.

Really? Are you sure?

For real, Miguel?

Because you didn't talk to me before deciding all that.

I thought you'd like the surprise.

I wish we had decided together.

-I think I'm done. -Mari.

Mari… Honey…

Miguel,

you did not respect your future wife or what she wanted.

Yes, you're right, Mom.

We had planned everything together.

But Dad got in my head with the idea of a comfortable life,

just to keep me nearby.

But she'll come around.

She knows who I really am.

Then be this man for real.

What are you still doing here? Go after her.

Go, son. Go!

Go!

Happy now, Otávio?

I could say the same thing, Héctor.

I was fighting for our son.

You make me ashamed.

And I was fighting for my daughter's happiness.

Father-in-law, we need to do something.

Let's go after them.

-I'm sorry. -I'm the one who's sorry.

-No, honey. -Honey.

Let's go.

Come on, Otávio.

-Come on, Felipe. -Come on.

For God's sake.

Everybody, get in the car!

They're going to the hotel!

Let's go, guys.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go!

God, I want my daught--

Mr. Minute, tell me something.

-Have you seen my daughter Mariana? -Yes.

Mrs. Mariana was here, but she left in a hurry.

Who is this "Prisa" who has just joined the movie?

-That's "hurry" in Spanish. -Goddamn it, again with this?

Yes.

Baby, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

So, let's go.

Where are we going?

We're going to the airport. Prisa up, prisa up!

-Go. -Come on, quick!

I knew you would come here.

You're the person I know best.

I also know I deserve to see you get on a plane

and leave me in Bariloche forever.

But you're also the person who knows me best.

And you also know that guy who betrayed what we had planned

was not the Miguel you love.

I don't know who you are anymore, Miguel.

I freaked out, Mari.

And I acted like the person I was

before I met you.

But I just want to be the Miguel you fell in love with.

The guy you wanted to marry.

Look.

Do you think I'm going to forgive you

because you're giving me a violin?

No. I know you can't be bought.

But open the case, please.

What is that, Miguel?

The violin was a gift I wanted to give you.

But I understand now the part that really matters is the case.

The empty case.

A place where we can fit everything we'll build together.

To hold the life we'll share,

side by side.

"Side by side."

Miguel, that is the worst apology I have ever heard.

Besides, this case is too small. Can our life really fit in it?

No, of course not.

It would be impossible to find a case

big enough to hold everything we'll live through together.

Will you forgive me?

Yes.

I love you.

I love you too. A lot, you dummy.

-Dummy? -Yes.

Just park.

Come on, Felipinho. Hold them back.

Make a scene or something. Don't stop.

Don't stop. Let's go.

They have to be around here somewhere.

Last call for flight 2012 to Rio de Janeiro.

Look. Here!

Come on.

-Quick! -Here, you guys!

Let's go!

No, I'm sorry, but that's not the case…

-Hi! Héctor… -Hi, how are you? How…

-You can't come in. -Maybe you know me, I'm Héctor Martín.

Héctor! How are you?

Attention!

Dear passengers!

There's a bomb threat!

Watch out! Run!

No, they can't run. They have to stay.

Stay where you are.

Stay where you are. Don't move.

-Stay where you are. -Is it my dad?

I think so.

Get out!

Thank you!

Dear passengers, just letting you know everything is under control.

Mari!

Before you say anything, just let me tell you something.

On our way to Bariloche,

I remember you asked me to just be

your dad.

And I messed up, honey.

I was the worst dad in the world.

I was selfish, jealous, possessive.

Once again, I didn't keep any of my promises.

But I know why I became this man after your mother died.

You know why, honey?

I wanted things my way, not yours.

I was afraid.

That's it, I'm a coward.

I was afraid of losing you, and that made me lose you.

Of course.

But you, the woman you've become, have taught me something.

You taught me what it means to love,

and, more than anything, to respect other people's opinions.

I'm sorry, honey.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

I love you so much.

Son, forgive me.

I only thought of myself and did not listen to you.

I'll never do that again, I promise.

Be happy together.

And Otávio and I have been the worst fathers-in-law of all Mercosur.

That's true.

I'm sorry I got suspicious of you, Miguel.

And for scoring so many goals against you in foosball.

Brazil!

Guys, listen! Listen!

Now that the lovebirds are back together

and the dinosaur fathers-in-law

have learned that they must support their children,

Joana and I had an idea.

What if we get a place where Miguel and Mari can get married?

A place Argentinians…

-Love! -Love!

(1 year later)

-No? -Let's start the music, otherwise…

Go.

Six, seven, eight, go.

-She looks beautiful. -Beautiful.

Carol, do you accept Felipe as your lawful husband?

-I do. -Felipe?

Of course I do.

Beautiful!

Dad?

Hi, honey. Hi, Miguel.

Have you heard, Otávio? Miguel will play in the Berlin Symphony Orchestra.

One of the most important orchestras in the world.

Congratulations, son. It must be an honor, like playing the World Cup.

On the Brazilian team, of course.

Hey, Dad. This is for you.

What is that, honey?

A ticket to Venice.

I'm playing Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" where he was born and where he wrote it.

And it's important that you go…

It's the piece your mom used to play.

Exactly.

Of course I'll go, honey.

Oh, here they are.

Hi.

Well, since both families are here,

we wanted to tell you a surprise.

I know!

You're finally getting married?

Throwing a party?

No, Mom. That's not it.

Oh, I know.

Between concerts, you'll come to Brazil to be with us.

No, Dad. That's not it.

-Vacation will always be in Argentina. -No, that's not it.

It's an even greater challenge,

both for fathers and mothers-in-law.

You'll be grandparents!

Oh my God.

Bravo!

-Miguel. -Otávio!

You'll be a great dad.

-A great dad. -Thank you.

-Where will my grandchild be born? -Where will my grandchild be born?

Brazil, of course.

-Here? Not here. -No! Argentina? No way.

The weather here is great.

Sun, beach, iodine. It's great for children.

No, too much sun is bad for the child.

No, it's bad for you.

Look at your skin, if you get a tan, you'll look like a shrimp.

My grandson will be a surfer like his grandpa.

We're born with sunscreen on.