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- Come. - No.

Stay!

No.

Hello?

Hi.

What?

Really?

Okay.

Fuck.

My mother's dead.

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.

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.

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 buried in Vendee, believe it or not.

She didn't talk to me.

Never did, even when we lived together.

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!

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.

You know Owl?

Remember that book about Owl?

Yes, I read it to you.

He made tear water 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.

Martin, it's terrible.

I know, Linda.

I'm so sorry.

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.

You look just like her.

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.

'Til 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.

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.

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.

I was starting to get worried.

Don't worry.

How'd it go?

Venice is nice, isn't it?

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.

I don't believe it.

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!

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.

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.

Who the hell are you?

Did you fuck my mom, too?

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.

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.

Where's my car?

I speak French.

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 ll.

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.

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...

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!

You sure took me for a ride.

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.

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.

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.

Next.

Passport.

Four fingers on the screen.

Welcome home.

Next.

You live here? This is for you.

What is it?

Return to sender...

Is followed as the U.S..

Sorry.

You've seen my mom?

As you may know, USA,

children do not inherit automatically,

there may be other beneficiaries.

Pardon?

With us, the United States,

we can bequeath property who we want.

Not necessarily a parent.

We can all give to a friend.

- I knew not. - Here.

Your mother has left no written instructions but...

had she wishes?

For parents, friends?

So

this is a case of succession very simple.

Therefore,

about the apartment,

Here the deed.

Just put the name and address the new owner

and I will make a copy for the record.

Let's go.

You have time...

Save the document takes a week.

A week?

Yes. I will undertake when you leave.

- I'll see. - Attention

unnamed, is like a blank check.

No worries.

You can help me with my door?

The key is not running.

Yes. Where do you live?

On the other side, there.

Can you help me?

Of course.

You always write?

It takes longer than expected.

What's it about?

This is my autobiography.

When was this?

There are about 5 years.

Little, I called you the man with the machine.

I write because I'm bored.

What I like is the photo.

It's memories.

I'm sorry.

Your mother was someone adorable.

I was praising him my garage.

But I failed must understand it thoroughly.

Yet I tried...

You recognize?

The neighbors daughter, Lola.

You frimais on your skateboard in front of her.

Keep it.

I remember.

And what are they now?

They moved long ago in El Monte,

Downtown L.A. after

Lola had kept in touch, as you know.

She went to see your mother from time to time.

I did not know.

Your mother loved her.

Many, in fact.

And what? They were smoking joints together?

She looked after her, he avoided the problems.

She was a mother to her.

Well, well...

More coffee?

Excuse me...

Excuse me!

Sorry to worry. I am looking for some Lola.

No Lola here. What you want with him?

- Just talk to him. - No Lola here.

Wait...

She is a friend of my mother.

I come from afar to view.

This is very important.

It seems she was close to my mother.

Can you ask him does she know?

That's it on the picture.

She said: sorry, Lola no longer lives here.

She's gone?

She had trouble with the police, as often here.

She was undocumented. Was sent back to Tijuana.

You wanted him what?

Nothing...

It's okay.

I'll let you.

I even know...

Thank you for your help.

What is it?

It's Monday. The Day of the Dead.

Want a taste?

No, thank you.

Lola has left an address. She'll write it.

It seems it works in a bar, at the border.

My dear child,

too long without news of you.

You probably found stay.

What do you do with your days?

I hope nothing has happened to you.

me, it's not going too.

The doctors have little hope.

is true, I'm exhausted after you left.

I miss you.

If something happens to me, I want you to have the apartment.

That way you can come back to live here.

see with my Martin for the garage.

All that it deserves, as you know.

I kiss you hard,

Emilia.

I miss you...

If something happens to me, I want you to have the apartment.

Lisa!

How are you?

Okay, Linda, thank you.

And you must be...

His son.

Well, sign here.

We'll pick you up.

My condolences.

A beautiful woman, your mother...

A gorgeous skin.

She is waiting for you.

Beautiful car.

1966 Mustang, right?

McQueen's car!

Steve McQueen?

This is not the original rims.

- You have to change them. - Yeah...

Wait...

I can be your guide!

Not need a guide.

But if Tijuana is dangerous.

Looking for a hotel? Nelson, great fun.

Thank you.

Want to see chicas

No, no chicas.

But if everyone wants.

Can you tell me

where is it?

Only if you give me $ 1.

Hence, are you sure?

Yeah, I know. Come.

By that?

Here, it's there.

But still not too otherwise you'll end up like him.

She is waiting for you.

Excuse me,

I want a girl, I mean... a woman.

Of course, that?

Angelina? Paulina?

Carla? Butterfly?

No, Lola.

Lola...

Wait.

Ok, amigos!

Angelina, Carletita... It shakes me, Angelina!

So what? What do you want?

Are you the police?

Not at all!

You know Lola? Who is Lola?

It's special... I know not really.

A friend of my mother.

I knew her, small.

Come on buddy!

Enjoy! Me, this is Luis.

I have what you need.

Hex-to-a lemon!

For Now, to Americano

tribute to the beauty, sex goddess, the only

Lola!

So you wanted to see me?

That's good, that.

Did you like?

You speak not? Let me help you.

Lola you are?

It's me.

This is Lola.

First time in Mexico?

I do not know...

You are here for business or pleasure?

It is very hot! I can have a drink?

Listening.

Come with me.

Find a quiet place.

There is something I want to show you,

it's a surprise...

Wait!

Sorry.

I'm not here for that...

In fact, you're a friend of my mother.

Emilia. You know, right?

Listening.

Here, not talking about your mother.

It's just you and me.

Call me your little name...

We knew before.

When we were kids in Los Angeles.

I have very bad memory.

We played together sometimes in the yard.

I had a skateboard and...

You have money?

Not really.

So it will not help me remember.

Wait!

Want.

It's not me.

It's more me.

I live not in the past.

$ 50.

What is it?

He wanted to see a girl outside. $ 50.

We can talk a little?

- You're gonna pay or not? - No.

Ciao.

It's good!

Calm down!

- I'll buy you a drink. - I'm not thirsty.

It's my round.

Listening.

I'm not in the mood. Do not feel like crap.

I paid while you listen!

I am not here to listen. I work.

This room is $ 100.

Let's go.

It was really impressive.

I do not know...

Sorry. That had never happened to me.

She just died.

Emily, your great friend.

Who had nothing to fuck me.

Not talking about that here.

Excuse me...

Where is she?

She just left. Come back tomorrow.

Pardon?

The cash!

Where's my fucking box?

I know!

I saw nothing. I'm just a kid.

I told you, it's dangerous here.

Sorry, dude.

A voucher for Viagra?

You know when it opens?

In 2 hours.

Where you come from?

You're not Americano

No, French.

I'm sorry about last night.

It's okay.

Listen, I gotta talk to you.

I will not talk nor to skate with you.

Got it? Get off me.

Let me just tell you something.

Go ahead.

This is...

My mother...

She has left you something.

Let's go.

You must pay $ 100.

You got ten minutes.

We were friends...

Friends?

Just friends?

Yes, just friends.

You imagined it?

Very friendly, I mean, friends?

Stop it!

She left me what?

She left you...

paintings.

Paintings?

Yes, his paintings.

The paintings she painted, you know?

Yes, of course.

I see.

She did not want to be a painter.

She did it like that.

They have sentimental value.

She wanted thou have.

Done.

Listen...

It's very nice,

but you should keep them.

You're his son.

And I do not need.

She did not care about me.

Go!

Tell me...

I gotta go.

We stayed in L.A. Almost three years.

I remember almost nothing.

I wish I had more pictures.

Sometimes I asked him a question

and she did not answer.

It was not really there.

Or she was afraid...

And when my father came bring me back to France,

she would not keep me.

She let me go.

I understand why...

I think she loved me not.

You can not say that.

Do not say that.

All mothers love their children.

You have just forgotten.

All mothers, believe me.

How do you know? She was talking about me?

She spoke of you all the time.

Every day.

What did she say?

She said...

My son is my son.

It is part of me, it is in me.

I love everything about him.

I forgive him anything.

And I hope too.

I hope he understands.

If I can not be with him,

it's not that I do not like it.

I love her so much.

I want him to grow.

I want him to breathe.

If I can not look after him,

this is because of my life.

I have no choice.

That's what she said.

You gotta let me now.

I have no money.

I told Luis that I would pay but I have nothing.

Go away.

You got a phone?

I called in France.

Everyone is looking for a girl!

Here it's different.

I have something for her...

I can not give address.

Come back tonight!

You really let me see.

I have very little time. I'll pay you.

- But... - No, no money.

I can help you clean?

It is you need to clean!

Please.

You again?

Can I talk to?

Adore you speak, it's crazy!

How did you do, you've followed?

You know, all this will end badly.

Luis is loco, bipolar.

It is capable of anything.

I'm sorry, I lied...

on what my mother has left you.

This is something very important: his apartment.

His apartment...

Great! I like surprises,

but it works over there.

I believe you.

Lying is bad. I have more confidence.

I can prove it. I have papers...

Finally... in my car.

I just need to find her. A Mustang, I stole it.

A Mustang, my eye!

Believe me, I really want to help you.

Not need your help.

But you deserve better...

You're so beautiful.

What are you doing in this seedy club?

You gotta get out of here.

I abandoned the idea long ago.

For me, anyway.

I dreamed of going to America.

You know, when I was little,

I studied singing at Calexico.

Let me help you. I can help you.

I have a U.S. passport, come with me!

You're not French?

I am both.

And we could even do...

A marriage.

I believe not a word.

Let's see your passport.

It is in the car.

Everything is in the trunk...

I swear it's true.

I really need to go.

Here, offer me a meal at least.

I can not.

I could not get my card

without my papers.

Next.

I have to renew my passport.

U.S. passport?

Complete the form and sign the bottom.

I have to talk to Luis!

There you are, amigo. Good news, I hope.

I will have your money soon...

I just have to see Lola.

I lost everything.

But I have my passport in a week and I can...

So you have lost everything?

You tire me, you.

Let me see...

Come here.

Look at me.

There's more here for you Lola.

Do not believe it!

The real Lola died last summer.

It is not possible...

She told me...

This is not Lola, poor loser.

She has never seen your mother. You're delirious!

Got it?

I believe you.

Her name is Rosita.

If you come back, I'll kill you.

Are you?

Yes, it's going...

Lola.

I do not understand.

Shit, I do not believe it!

You listen to it!

I've told you...

If you come back, I'll kill you. Now I will kill you.

You listen to it!

Why are you listening?

You do not listen.

Go...

Do shit!

Damn, I can not believe...

It's been what?

It burned.

No... With him?

He fell asleep.

He says he has lost his box and Lola.

I know where his crate.

It's kids having fun...

Kids?

What?

You got nothing better to do that steal cars?

I swear, it's not me.

Your parents are not there?

My mom cares about me.

Do not say that.

You can not say that.

Come, I take you back.

You know,

I thought I was a sad child.

But actually, no.

This is my mother was.

I was just part its history.

Like all children...

I am not in a story.

I'm here.

Of course.

No. I'm here for now.

What do you mean?

I should not talk about...

My mother saved money

for me to pass on the other side.

In the beautiful land of opportunity!

And you think what?

I want to stay with her.

I hate the Americans.

I live here. Salvation.