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Once, a friend worked up the courage to ask me details about my dad.

She asked me about stuff I didn't know.

Whether he'd been taken to the hospital or if he'd been found dead.

How long it took to find him and identify him.

I remembered that the death certificate

said "traumatic brain injury" or "brain hemorrhage."

Something to do with his head.

So I told her, "It was fast.

"Something fell on him and killed him instantly."

But I don't know if that's the truth.

And I don't plan on asking.

Many of the stories about my dad are like that.

Decisions I once made about things I don't want to remind my mom about.

THE END OF LOVE

The baby's coming early,

so bring the bag, the baby clothes, and cancel the baby shower.

-Hi. -I'm here.

-Why are you calling? -It's easier this way, Mijal.

Did you tell Gabi?

He won't make it, so why would I tell him?

But he's the father. You have to tell him.

I'll hang up so I can text everyone.

I got a double dose of tuci.

I ordered 20 pills. I got the Santa Claus.

I got MDA. I got two vials of poppers.

I ordered the big ones 'cause...

-You saw how they are. -All right.

A grocery list. Will we go to jail?

Should I get some crackers

-and some tea? -No, sorry. Sorry.

I'm just a bit... No, you're doing amazing.

It'll be awesome. Plus, I owe you for your birthday.

-No. -This'll be your party.

-Both of ours. -No, it's your party.

See how you're a softie?

No. It's my party.

-But it's ours. -Both of us.

-It's our party. -Okay, yeah.

-Sorry. -Yeah.

I got a ton of tuci.

Everyone'll trip too much, so I'll cancel that...

Hello, Tami. Call me as soon as you can, please.

Your niece is being born.

-Let's go! -My God! What timing!

We're in a neutral place.

Your intentions are clear.

My intentions?

You're breaking up with me.

Plus, you're crying.

I can't believe it.

What can't you believe?

What? Breaking up with someone?

No, well, don't say it like that.

How should I say it?

Hey.

I feel like shit.

It's okay.

And you're comforting me.

It makes me feel like crap.

I always thought the one who cries is the one who gets dumped.

But now I see that the one doing the dumping is the one who cries.

The other one resists.

So you're not sad?

Yes, of course I'm sad.

I'm not getting upset

because you look upset and I swear it's breaking my heart.

I'll have to talk about you in therapy for the first time.

Would I be a jerk if I asked you for a hug?

You have to focus on your stuff now.

What's my stuff?

Juana.

Juana, can't you hear the doorbell?

What's wrong, Mom?

Honey, look at that face. You look terrible.

What's wrong?

-Nothing. -Are you dizzy?

-Are you sick? -I wanna see Juana.

-Lau, what are you doing here? -What's wrong?

-You could've texted me. -Did your phone get stolen?

-I wanted to see you. -You got fired.

Did you get groped on the subway?

-What happened? -No...

We broke up.

Did Azul break up with you?

I broke up with her.

-Then why are you crying? -Leave her alone.

Look, you did what you had to do.

Stop, Mom. Quiet. Let her talk.

I feel really guilty.

Of course you feel that way.

The one making the decision feels the loss first,

though they don't necessarily suffer the most.

Why guilty?

For not being able to love her.

Do you love someone else?

Besides, who really decides? No one decides.

Can you imagine when it's your turn?

I don't know why we're here. It's not my graduation.

You were invited. Why wouldn't you come?

This is your new community. You have to be a part of it.

No, I don't agree.

Community doesn't mean being where you don't want to be.

Of course it does.

If you're only where you want to be, you're not part of anything.

Sometimes, you just have to be there.

Besides, now that I stopped breastfeeding,

I have to take every chance I get to drink champagne.

Plus, there's kosher champagne here.

Ofelia.

-How are you? -Hello.

-I don't remember your name... -Sarita.

-Sarita. -I'm going for more champagne.

-Care for a glass? -Sure. Maybe later.

Thank you.

How are you, León?

Good. I'm here because a friend is graduating.

I don't know why I came.

Everyone in class was invited.

I think that's great. Yeah.

Ofelia, I wanted to apologize

because, well, I didn't write to you.

I didn't want to be overbearing. I assumed you were angry with me.

And, in a way, I was hoping that

you'd write to me.

Angry isn't the word.

I was upset at myself because what you said is true.

I'll probably have to be in places where I won't be treated very well,

or where I won't get what I want.

I don't know... I might never be a rabbi.

It's not like I never thought about it. But hearing it from you was tough.

So they can start getting used to it.

Bye.

When we were kids, we'd always watch the same movies.

Rom-coms. Julia Roberts, Meg Ryan, we knew them all by heart.

And, since we knew them by heart, we'd skip over the sad parts.

We'd watch the beginning and the end.

You know how rom-coms have and intro, a midpoint, and a conclusion?

Well, the midpoint is where those misunderstandings happen.

The girl sees him with another girl who's actually his sister.

So, you think they won't end up together, they won't fall in love.

Are you allowed to watch movies?

Are you all right?

How's it going? How's work?

Fine, yeah. Just a bit tired.

You have no idea which clinic your sister chose to give birth in.

You can't imagine. A total Jewish princess.

I can imagine. Strange you didn't give in.

I mean, you paid for a posh wedding.

-Incredible. You're still on about that. -Yeah.

Weddings are basically a time to show off.

But childbirth is different.

This clinic has the best doctors.

Know what they charge for at those fancy clinics?

The hospitality.

-Obviously. -Yeah.

Mothers are the best target. They're full of uncertainty, fear.

Fear and guilt.

Look at me. Look what I had to buy.

-For the happy shower. -Baby shower.

Whatever. Look.

-Let me see. -Cost an arm and a leg.

-They're hideous. -I can imagine.

-They're really ugly. -You see?

-Let me try one. -No!

Let me try one. What is this?

-A monkey? -You can't eat here.

Don't say that.

-I'll just try it. -Tamara, put it in the box.

-You can't eat here. -Sit down.

-I'm going. You're making me nervous. -You're getting upset.

What are you doing here?

Well, I saw Mijal's live stream and...

I assumed you'd be here.

Of course. It's always in a hospital or an airport, right?

You know how in rom-coms,

there's always that final scene, the final hug in a hospital or airport.

Oh... The final hug.

Sure, there's the final hug

and the camera pans out,

and the protagonists vanish among the crowd.

After following their story, the movie tries to tell you

that they're just anybody. Another face in the crowd.

And you could be like them, it could happen to you.

I want the best for Debi, you know?

The best. And I'm not nervous about what'll happen now.

I know what'll happen. Everything will be fine.

I'm worried about later. You know? What comes next?

Debi's a scientist. I know you can't really tell

because she's a bit shy now.

But she's actually a physicist.

She's so intelligent. She's brilliant.

But what would she do here? What would she do?

It's crazy, right?

When you're little,

the two hardest things to understand are death and birth,

yet it's what we want to know.

Where babies come from, where people go when they die.

Are you okay?

Yes.

My husband won't be here in time.

He'll be here tomorrow.

Because the baby's early and we live abroad and, well...

Do you think my baby will be hurt and feel unloved by its dad?

I mean, since he isn't here.

I doubt the baby will remember.

Yes, you're right.

This one has a double shot, the way you like it, but I think it's watery.

It's perfect. Thanks. We need to talk.

Okay.

If we're getting back together,

if we're starting over, I need a clean slate.

Yeah, no grudges. A fresh start.

Let's see.

Look...

When I was little,

the key to freedom was lying.

The moment I realized that, if I said something,

people would believe me was amazing.

I felt I could do anything.

I saw my mom doing it, right?

On Shabbat, she'd say we took the stairs but we used the elevator.

Or she'd say she got kosher meat, but it was from the corner store.

I'm not blaming her. I just learned that's how it was.

I don't want to keep doing that.

Do you want to confess a lie?

A couple. Yes.

I'm listening.

When we were together, I had an affair with Mora.

The owner of the bar you went to. I think I introduced you.

With her and a couple others. A guy from Tinder.

I wasn't on Tinder when I was with you.

He was a contact I had from the last time I'd used the app.

-Right. -I said I used drugs every three months.

No. Two or three times a month.

And if it's a very social month...

-Once a week. -Or twice, yeah.

-Well... -Also, when you invited me to your party

and I said I couldn't go because I was sick,

I was actually at another party I wanted to go to.

But I told you I was sick.

"I'm throwing up, I can't go." And, boom, I was at another party.

That's why I didn't go.

Okay...

Tam, I...

You don't have to say anything.

No, yes. Yes, yes.

I can't. I'm not up for this.

But "this" just started 15 minutes ago.

-You're not up for it? -No.

No, it started more than 15 minutes ago and...

In fact, all this time wasn't easy.

I put up with stuff, you put up with stuff,

but, well...

I fell in love and that's why I'm here, right?

Yes. Sure.

So?

So when I hear you say all this...

I remember. I remember that it's not...

It's not possible.

Of course, I understand how you can find this amusing.

-The dynamics... -No, it's not amusing at all.

No, I mean... Okay, maybe it's not amusing.

Sorry. I don't mean to be unfair. It's that...

I... Well, I...

Yes. I love you.

I love you, too.

Yes, but...

No, because I'm built differently.

For you, this is opening up, but for me, it's humiliating.

I can't deal with that. It's a delusion that...

No. I can't.

I can't.

I truly wish the best for you.

For you, your sister, and your mother, okay?

Was he crying?

I don't know. Strange, right?

There's Tam.

Tam?

What happened?

-Girls. -Are you okay?

-What happened? -Debi's fine. She's...

-What about you? -She's in labor. What?

We just saw Gustavo leaving.

Yes. We're done.

He's gone?

Yes, he's gone. He broke up with me and left.

What happened? Did you fight?

Are you mad at him?

-What happened? -No.

No, I'm not mad at him. He's right.

He's right.

I started to tell him stuff. I told him stuff.

I shared things

because I wanted to start from scratch, a clean slate,

but that doesn't exist.

People don't start from scratch.

People pick up where they left off.

I should've just swallowed my guilt and moved on.

But, no, I wanted to... I don't know.

Aim for purity, truth.

Like those women who try to reconstruct their hymen.

There's an operation for that.

It's true.

It might be a very long operation, but we can try it.

Girls, I also wanted to apologize to you.

Lau...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for this

confusing year.

There's no need, Tam.

I mean, it's over. It's okay.

-It's... -No, it's not okay. I know it's not okay.

And you two?

Are you together?

-Yes, sort of. -You could say so.

It's like in that movie, When Harry Met Sally.

They were friends...

Friends for like 20 years, then they hooked up

and fell in love, right?

Sure. Like that.

You haven't even seen that movie.

-True, I haven't. -Come!

Come, hurry.

You're having a baby. Come.

-See you later. -Go.

At least she apologized, right?

Yes. Are you okay?

Rest, rest. Breathe.

Breathe. Push during the next contraction.

A contraction's coming.

Come on, sweetie. You can do it.

-Push, come on. Here it comes. -No...

Push, push, push.

-Here it comes. -Push, push, push.

I see the head.

There it is!

That's it, honey. You did it.

That's it.

Gorgeous, that's it.

-Everything's fine. -You're the best, my love.

You look gorgeous. Perfect.

Don't worry. The baby won't be traumatized.

My love, come quick. Hurry.

My battery died. Want to call him?

Okay, enough. You saw her. You can go.

You can't help out anymore here. Thank you, Fede.

Of course. I'm off.

-Bye, girls. -Bye, honey.

-Congratulations. Love you! -Thank you.

-An applause for Fede. -Bravo.

Handsome! Dominant!

Perfect!

"Dominant"...

What's Shirley doing here?

I couldn't shake her off. And she criticizes everything.

Hence my question.

Mom, why are you eating the cupcakes?

-You can't eat here. -Get in for a selfie.

No, I'll take it.

-Get in. -You won't be in it.

It's fine. Just the Tenenbaums.

-Let's see. -Hide the cupcake.

Beautiful.

-Ready? -There. Gorgeous.

Beautiful.

What'll you name her? Do you know?

Jaia, like bubbe.

But giving the grandmother's name is a Turkish tradition.

She snuck in here and now she's choosing the baby's name?

Well, the name isn't important now.

Why don't you call her Clara?

Clara? Why that name?

Clara. That's my name. Clara.

-Right. -It's on my paperwork.

Clara, clearly!

Clearly, Clara.

It's clearly Clara.

-I knew, but I forgot. -How'd you remember?

Since I'm the only granddaughter living in the country,

I have to do all the paperwork and I saw her birth certificate.

-I love the name Clara. -Yes.

-Hello, Clarita. -Well, girls, we'll be on our way.

-Bye. Congratulations, Ruthie. -Thank you.

Oh, Ruthie.

-Thank you, my love. -My love.

-Beautiful. -Bye, I love you.

-Bye, Juani. -Bye.

Sorry, Debi. I have to go home.

I love you all very much.

-Love you, Sari. -We love you.

I also have to go.

-Ofe. -Everyone's leaving?

-Bye, Ofe. Thanks. -Thanks, Ofe. Bye.

Well, I'm also leaving.

I left the souvenirs from Miami over there.

-Bye. -Thank you.

Oh, my darling.

We can eat now, right?

-Yes, let's eat. -Hey, these things are...

-They're delicious. -Good, yeah.

-You said we couldn't. -Just hide it.

-I hid it. -Here.

You already had a lot.

Hide it in a napkin.

-Can I ask you something? -Yes.

You offer services here, right?

-Do you charge? -No, we don't.

The priests come to give last rites, and we come to talk.

To accompany people who are alone.

Great.

You found the right person.

Aren't you Débora's sister?

Yes. You met my sister?

Your whole family. You don't seem to be very lonely.

Is it true that your God is love? Christians, I mean.

Yes, of course. God is love for everyone.

You know, I don't remember love being the central point.

I mean, when I was a kid, in my Jewish education.

I don't know, I feel there was more emphasis on punishment, on a God

who enforces justice, so to speak.

But God also loves us through His justice.

Love isn't just giving us what we think we want.

God gives us what we can handle.

He gives us tools to learn from our mistakes.

That's also love.

Love isn't just having what you want.

Justice is love.

Weighing things, taking responsibility for your own problems.

I guess.

I miss you.

Can you believe I accidentally ended up here?

At Lau's apartment. Well, Lau's and mine.

My old apartment.

It's crazy. This never happened before with other apartments.

It's like I wanted to come back to this one.

Have I told you about my cat's name? Kapara?

It's something I remember my mom saying a lot.

Bubbe, too.

Whenever we broke a plate or something,

they'd always say, "Oh, well. Kapara."

What's she talking about?

You never know. I don't know.

Now I see it as a concept partially related to karma.

Strictly speaking, it means "atonement."

This bad thing that happened,

the plate that broke or the job you didn't get,

helps atone for your sins and brings you something good.

All bad things bring along good things.

Nowadays, it's also a term of endearment.

Something like, "I love you so much that I'd pay for all your sins."

Oh, well... That's what it's all about.

If you got dealt a bad hand, something good has to happen.

Something good has to happen.

Since we're here, guys, I wanted to say that making this series with you is great.

It's nice, isn't it?

I wanted to tell you. Plus, you're always there for me.