All language subtitles for Party.Of.Five.S01E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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Party of Five...

You're afraid.

And guess what, Luce?
Me, too.

I don't know how
to raise a baby.

Or be a parent
to a 12-year-old.

You could have any girl.
You pretty much have had
every girl.

In the end, none of them
means anything to you.

This one's not
gonna be different.

I'm gonna go check in
with Mamiand Papi.

Hey, it's us.
Trying you again.

I've already talked to Mami.

Is it okay if she keeps me
company today?

She said she wanted to.

Vanessa:
It's not you she needs
less of, Beto.

So what?

Supposed to tell her
she can't call them so much?

Maybe you don't
put it on Val.

Val's beside herself, Mami.

I need you to find a way
to make her need you less.

Gloria [over phone]:
Valentina?

Can you help me so I'm not just
living to hear you and see you?

Are we not gonna
talk anymore?

["Love You Give Away"
by Xenia playing]

He go back to sleep?

He spent 20 minutes
grabbing my ears.

Then he finally conked out.
Probably from boredom.

Ah, he's still in
the sensorimotor stage
of his development.

Sensorimotor. That's what?
Learning through touching?

-Mmm. Have you been reading
Piaget to impress me?
-Mm-mm.

You just mumble when you study.
It's super annoying.

♪ 'Cause it smells
just like you♪

♪ I'm waking up,
thinking it was
all a dream♪

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

[exhales]

-[drawer clattering]
-[Emilio sighs]

♪ I hope you feel lonely♪

We're out.

Oh, no. There has to be...
There has to be.

[sighs]

No. No. No. No.

-Do you have
another box somewhere?
-Mm-mm.

Maybe there are more
somewhere else in the house?

-Beto?
-Yeah.

If he has one, he's had it
since junior high.

But, I mean, you said
you're on birth control so...

Couldn't we...

Mm. If we're gonna rely
on that alone,

we should get tested.

Right. Yeah, of course.
I mean, I'm-I'm clean.

-But absolutely,
we should get tested.
-Hmm.

Know any place
we can get tested

in say the next...
10 minutes?

-Hmm?
-How 'bout tomorrow?

After we get the okay,
we can be a little bit more
spontaneous.

As long as we're not
seeing anybody else.

Which... I'm not.

Me, neither.

-I guess that makes us
exclusive.
-Responsible.

-I guess you're right.
I guess we are exclusive.
-Mm-hmm.

How does that word feel
coming out of your mouth?

Unfamiliar?

No. No, I've said it before.

Just never meant it.

♪ The love you give away♪

Micah: [sighs]
If we could take you
on a trip, dude,

you know we would.
It's just--

My DACA status. I get it.

-How many shows?
-Micah: Just ten.

It's not like
we're headlining.

Though in Hamburg,

we are gonna play
Kaiserkeller.

Where The Beatles played?

No chance we could just

sneak you in and out of
the country in a guitar case?

What, and miss this?

Hey, uh, either of you
want a beer?

Sure. Come join us.

Nah. My boss might give me
the heave-ho for drinking
on the job.

[chuckles]

-I like her.
-Me, too.

It's weird. Being with somebody

who only knew me as
a small-time restaurant guy.

Oh. I guess some girls
find that hot.

-[laughs]
-Go figure.

Here you go.

-Hey, we don't cater, right?
-Uh, right. Why?

Uh, well, I was
just on the phone

with some lady who was asking.

She's hosting a party

and her caterer dropped out
last minute.

-She sounded pretty desperate.
-How desperate?

$75 a head desperate.

For Mexican food. Seriously?

Yeah. I, I got her information,
just in case.

I'm telling you.
Stick with this guy, Vanessa.
He's going places.

Well, I'm not going to Hamburg.

Yeah, but...
maybe Beverly Hills?

[dryer door slams]

Did you dry everything
on high again?

I'm not an idiot.

[scoffs]
Do you have a girlfriend, Bey?

A secret girlfriend?

A tiny little secret girlfriend?

Oh, that? That's mine.

Since when do you
wear a bra?

Since Tuesday.
Beto got it for me.

What? She said
Mami'sgetting ready
to buy her one.

It's a training bra, Lucía.
You had one, too.

You can't let her
talk you into
stuff like that.

What was I supposed to do?
She wanted to get Mami
on the phone to okay it,

and we agreed that those
check-ins do more harm
than good.

-Why didn't you ask me?
-'Cause you haven't been around.

-Hanging with that kid Matthew.
-We're not hanging!

I'm helping him find a job.
Open a checking account.

All right. Okay. Can you...
maybe help out with Val
sometimes?

Like, at least the girly stuff?

I'm like, clueless.

Fine. I'll try.

What's a training bra train,
anyway?

Don't they kinda, like,
know what to do
on their own?

Stupid question?

Patty:
This is what
I'm imagining.

Authentic... Mexico.

You see that little lady
making homemade tortillas
in the corner?

Well, it's a lot to put together
in just a few days.

Vanessa:
Yeah, you know, our rentals
may be a bit pricey

-because of the short notice.
-And there'll be some overtime.

You know,
lots of hidden costs...

Well. There's no need
to worry about that.

You know,
as I said to your wife,

this could lead
to a lot more

event work for you. Mm?

We're not, uh...

Patty: You know,
my second husband and I

went to Cozumel for
our third anniversary,

and there was a cafe
outside the hotel
just like this.

-It's very charming.
-Mm. It was a perfect...

perfect vacation for us.

He was a diver,
and I was a drinker.
[laughs]

Well, we didn't make it
to year four, but as my son
always says...

[clears throat]
This isn't about me.

Vanessa:
So for after dinner,

-were you thinking of something
like a wedding cake?
-No.

Not necessary. No, their...

Their, um, wedding was
a few days ago in Baja.

It all happened very quickly.

Too quickly, if you ask me.
And some things were said.

Anyway...
[chuckles]

This surprise party is my way
of showing my son

and that chippy of his that
I have had a change of heart.

And I now approve.
Mm.

When can you come see the space?

I vote no.

Well, you don't get a vote, Val.

So how are we gonna
cater a party

and keep the restaurant open?
We don't have enough staff.

Well, I was thinking
I could swing it
if we had Oscar.

But I gave him the weekend
to move his mom into
assisted living.

So, we'll just have to
close for the night.

Don't we have
a lot of reservations
on Saturday?

Yeah. Isn't it
our busiest night?

Look, all right.
You guys need to look

at this as an investment
in the future.

All right?
I mean, down the line,
the plan'll be

to keep the restaurant open
and expand our business

by catering events.

Cancelling reservations
doesn't seem like

a good way to
expand a client base.
I vote no.

-Well, you don't get a vote.
-I think we should call
Mamiand Papi

-and see what they say.
-We're not calling 'em, Val.

For the record,
I vote no, too.

No one here gets a vote,
all right?

It's my decision to make.

I've made it.

I know what you
must be thinking.

The water bill must be obscene.
[laughs]

But better for the surprise

to have the party at
the tennis court than here,
don't you think?

Although we'll miss out
on the view,
which is spectacular.

-Isn't it--
-Amazing.

-Ah, it's amazing.
-Lot of smog, but--

We were thinking a salsa bar.

Uh, and passed appetizers.

-Maybe even a seated dinner?
-And a seated dinner.

Oh, aren't you two cute?
Just perfect sync.

Well, there'll be 60 guests.

Uh, no way will we
have enough servers.

Well, we'll just have to
call in a full staff, then.

People will be grateful
for the extra work.

Okay.
Show you the tennis court.

Vanessa: Okay.

Hey, knock it off, man.

What, you want me to not
tell you if there's a problem

even if there is a problem?

Mamihas that
Christmas card list.

Everyone who's ever
worked for Papi,
just go through it.

I'm sure some old employees
would be happy to come work.

Especially if you sell it
as a fun gig.

I mean, check it out.

When did Papiever have a shot
at something like this? Huh?

I mean, closest he came to
was the front door,

holding a delivery bag.

We're inside.

Yeah. To work.

Vanessa:
Hey, hubby, you coming?

[exhales]

Who are you and
what are you doing
in my yard?

Uh, we're catering the party.

Huh. Grandma found
another caterer.

Wow. You guys must be
super desperate for work.

Well, she's paying us a ton.

Mm. She's making up
for trying to get Wendy
to sign a prenup

without my dad's permission.

So we'll hear all about
how much it cost later.

Because money equals love.

Well, if that's true,
my parents don't love me at all.

You know,
I have to go to this thing.

But other innocent people
shouldn't suffer.

You should skip.

What if I can help
make it better?

How? You gonna sabotage it?

[chuckles]
I could give everyone
food poisoning.

-Laxatives in the guac?
-Yeah.

Okay.

What would it be worth to you?

A lot.

Do you have your phone?
Can I give you my number?

Yeah, sure.

Great. I can't find mine,
and I'm pretty sure
I left the ringer on.

[phone jingling]

Oh.

-Success.
-Yeah.

Well, if you weren't
such a creeper,

I wouldn't have gotten
my phone back.

So... thanks, I guess.

Yeah.

And don't really
poison everyone.

Too late.
The plan's already in motion.

[laughs]

Lucía:
You changed your mind?

What do you mean
you changed your mind?

Well, you didn't see what I saw.

A house?

The future.

I really think this can be
the start of something.

For all of us.

You're probably saying that
because you didn't spend

all afternoon
cancelling reservations.

Did you know the Martinez's
abue's90th birthday
is this Saturday?

I just spent two hours
trying to find them a table
for 12 someplace else.

Well, then,
we'll cater her 91st.

I'm telling you, Luce. It's--

Do you have a fever?

Your, your eyes look weird.
Do you feel okay?

I feel...

ah, I feel...
[sighs]

It's been a while.

Optimistic.

[soft instrumental
music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Emilio: All right, all right.
Apps are working.
Mains are prepped.

And the flowers just arrived.
Is Lupita here to make
the tortillas?

Uh, not yet,
but there's an hour
of cocktails

after the newlyweds arrive
before dinner service, so...

You think everyone
invited tonight has
a backyard like this?

We brought the business cards,
right?

Yes, yes. I slipped them
in your coat pocket.

-All right.
-Don't worry. Everything's
gonna be great.

[clattering]

Could you make any more noise?

I thought you went to
help out with that party.

You're kidding, right?
I am so not on board for that.

You wanna help me?
I was gonna do some cooking.

Lucía:
Nah. I'm researching new places
for Mathew to live.

There's a group home
in Echo Park.

I'm waiting to hear
if they take minors.

I was gonna
make Mami'smenudo.

That tripesoup?
Ooh. It's disgusting.

[sighs]
Do you know where
Mami'srecipe is?

In her brain.
She never wrote anything down.

Okay.
Then I'll just give her a call.

Uh, you're not calling her, Val.

-Look it up on the internet.
-It won't be the same.

Didn't she teach you
how to make it?

Couldn't we, like,
play Monopoly instead?

-Uh! Uh!
-Mm?

It's just a dream.

Love the paper streamer things.
It's...

[exhales, then chuckles]
You and your wife don't
have children, do you?

-Oh. No.
-No. Well...

No matter how many times
they get married,

you wanna be sure
and be there
for every wedding.

Just in case that's
the one that sticks.
Huh? [chuckles]

Oh, uh, when do the
mariachis get here?

-Uh, mariachis?
-Mm.

You did see in the magazine
that there were mariachis,
didn't you?

I thought those were
reference pictures.

I don't know how I could have
been more clear. [chuckles]

I--

Look, I know this is
just a job for you,

but I cannot have this party
look like it was done
on the cheap.

-You understand?
-Right, right. Um...
Uh, you know what?

I can handle this.

[sighs]

Lucía:
Make sure you don't
rub your eyes.

You gotta rinse your hands
and then scrub them
with vegetable oil.

Mamitaught you that?

I guess.
How else would I know it?

-Maybe you're a natural.
-[scoffs] Please.
I hate cooking.

Sorry.

No, I mean...

this is fun.

But cooking all the time
like Mamidid? [scoffs]
Not interested.

Even though she insisted on
teaching me.

Bey and I'd be watching TV
in the other room.

Usually one of those car shows
we were so into.

And Mami'dcall me in to
show me some dish she'd made.

Bey, she let be her taster.
But me, she wanted to teach.

Maybe she just wanted
to spend time with you.

Nah.
It's because I'm the girl.

I'm the girl.
And I wanna learn.

Who's gonna teach me?

Go turn the kettle on.

We need to soak these
in boiling hot water.

[chuckles]

A shot of your
cheapest tequila, please.

Um, I'm, I'm not
supposed to
serve drinks.

Come on. My grandma's
making me give a toast,

and I am not nearly
liquored up enough

to wish the happy couple well.

Are they really that bad?

They texted me on Wednesday,

not to tell me that they were
officially man and wife,

but to make sure I wasn't
letting the newspapers pile up
on the driveway.

-Because that's just
an invitation for burglars.
-Ah.

Nice. I mean,
at least they were
thinking about you, right?

Just one? Please, Beto?

How do you know my name?

I asked someone.

Okay. How about this?

You tell me yours,
and I'll give you a shot.

I'm Ella.

[coughs, then chuckles]

-[blows]
-[swiping]

Emilio?

[chuckles]

What are you doing here?

Beto dug up my number.

Look at you.
You look so...

So, uh...

Good?

I was gonna say legal.
[chuckles]

Let's be honest.
You always looked good.

Even at 17.

Oh, God. I had some
pathetic moves back then.

And a girlfriend,
if I recall.

Yeah.

Believe me,
I was tempted, but...

you were jail bait,
and the boss' son.

Emilio Acosta.
You're all grown up.

So, you want me
on general service?

That would be great.

Lauren De Sica.
Did you have to call
Lauren De Sica?

What's wrong with Laur--?

-Man, you two did it.
-No. No.

I mean, I tried.
Made a fool of myself trying.

Well, how was I
supposed to know that?

If I had limited myself to women
that you hadn't slept with

or tried to sleep with,
I would've had no one to call.

-Want me to send her home?
-No. No, we need the help.

-All right, get back to work.
-Fine.

Wh-- hey,
do I have to put this on?

What are these?

Ms. McDonald wanted me
to pass 'em out for
dinner service.

All right.
What's the problem?
Put it on.

Isn't it kind of racist?

What's racist about it?
It's a uniform.

What, you don't think
it's weird that white people

are asking us to dress up
in Mexican costumes?

Well, now I'm
asking you to do it.

Lots of restaurants
have their staff wear
stuff just like this.

See? Looks fine.

[chuckles]
You look like a tablecloth.

Emilio! Emilio, it's Lupita.

-Oh, great. Okay, the tortilla
station needs to be set up--
-No, no, no.

Her husband dropped off the van
with all the tortilla stuff,
but Lupita's in labor.

They Ubered to the hospital.

Okay.

[exhales]

It needs something.

-Oregano?
-I can't tell.
It's different.

-It's different than Mami's.
-It's not gonna be
exactly the same.

I think it's better, Luce.

It's not better.
How is it better?

-It's not an insult.
-Well, I did it exactly
as she taught me.

It's the same, or not as good.

Valentina:
Why are you getting all mad?

I'm not a cook, okay?

What did I say?
I don't understand.

[phone vibrating]

Hey, Emilio.

-What? When?
-What is it?

He needs you to
fill in for Lupita.

-Right now?
-You okay putting Rafa down?

-I guess.
-Get the address.

[mariachi music playing]

[guitar tuning]

Patty:
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!
Everybody! Everybody!

The driver just texted me.
They are just turning
onto the street.

I'm going to get them.
Lights out!

-Ooh! Sorry.
-That's okay.

Uh, we haven't met yet.
I'm Lauren.

-Vanessa.
-You're Vanessa?

Emilio's Vanessa?

Well, yes.

-I cannot believe it.
-Really? Why's-- why's that?

Well, back when I knew him,

he just seemed so destined
to be, like, a player.

Obviously, I read him wrong
if seven years later

he's still with his
high school sweetheart.

Oh, no. I'm--

I think you're thinking of
someone else.

-A different Vanessa?
-Oh, shit.

I'm sorry. I--

When I said "player,"
I was--

Oh, he was. Yes.
By all accounts,
he was, but...

I'm, you know, I'm not even
his second Vanessa.
I'm his...

-third.
-[Lauren chuckles]

Patty: I don't know.
Pipe must have burst.
The...

whole tennis court
is completely under water!

-[yells]
-All: Surprise!

[all cheering and clapping]

Look at that.

Now... [grunts]

play.
[chuckles]

[indistinct chattering]

[guitar strumming]

♪ Besame♪

♪ Besame mucho♪

♪ Como si fuera esta noche,
La ultima vez♪

♪ Besame♪

♪ Besame mucho♪

♪ Que tengo miedo a perderte,
Perderte despues♪

♪ Que tengo miedo a perderte,
Perderte despues♪

-What the hell are you wearing?
-It's fine.

Excuse me? This is not fine.

-That hat is not fine.
-It's, it's a little gross,
okay?

I can't exactly make a stink.

Why would you
have to make a stink?

Couldn't you simply just say,
"Um, excuse me, ma'am.

I feel uncomfortable dressing up
like a Mexican bobble head."

I don't need you to go all
social justice warrior on me,
okay, Lucía?

-I can't have a point of view?
-Yes, you can have
a point of view.

Just keep it to yourself.

Look, if I mouth off
to that woman,

I'm gonna blow the tip,
and no way will this lead
to anything bigger.

These are rich people.
Connected people.

We make a good impression
on them, and this could
lead to--

I, I don't even know what, okay?
Something better.

Something bigger for all of us.

And four of them have already
asked for my card.

So more people want you to
go to their homes and play
"La Cucaracha"?

Lupita's van is down the street.

Can you move it to the driveway
and get the stuff out?

We're already behind
on the tortillas.

[dish clatters]

You guys got coffee?

I overdid it a touch
with the loosening up.

Um, yeah. Give me a sec.

I decided to talk about
how I found out
they were engaged.

Via Wendy's Instagram story.

It's funny,
'cause it was so bad.

Just one blurry, dark photo
of a giant blood diamond.

[chuckles]
Well, that'll probably kill.

They didn't even invite me
to the wedding in Mexico.
Not that I wanted to go.

Well, my parents are in Mexico
without me, too.

[whispers]:
Oh.

Um, is there something
that you could say?

About what they love
about each other?

Money. Boobs.

-It's a tale as old as time.
-Yeah.

Do your parents love each other?

How can you tell?

Well, it's corny,
but they have this way
of holding hands.

It's not like...

It's like...

I don't know.
They're always doing it.

Reaching for each other's hands,

whether they're happy
or sad or stressed.

It's like they're
phone chargers.

Have to be plugged
into each other
a few hours every day.

You have an unsuspected depth

for a man in
a ridiculous poncho.

Thank you.

[door opens]

[door slams]

-[soft crash]
-[car alarm wailing]

[tapping on glass]

Hey, sorry to interrupt,

but let's give it up
for my Grandma Patty,

who put all this together.

[all clapping]

So, I was thinking about
what to say about my dad
and Wendy.

And...

I remember the first time
I knew that they would
wind up together.

Just by the way
they were holding hands.

They didn't know
that I saw them.
But I did.

And there's just something
so magical about holding hands.

It's, you know, so intimate...

Uh, the last dozen
are coming out right now.

You're driving that big,
ugly van, right?

-Hmm?
-The van.

Out front.

I watched you drive it
into the driveway.

-Oh, yeah.
-We have a problem.

-Dan: Look at this!
-No. No.

How did this happen?

You probably forgot to set
the parking brake.

I need your license
and insurance.

I'm gonna level with you.

I don't have a license.

I don't have insurance.
Uh, this isn't even my van.

I'm just helping out because
the couple it belongs to

is at the hospital right now
having a baby.

Oh, that is very unfortunate.

Actually, they've been
trying for a while,

and we're very excited for them.

But they can't be bothered now,
so we're gonna have to
work this out.

I'll give you my number,
and when you figure out
what it's gonna cost

-to fix the bumper, you can--
-Yeah, I know what
it's gonna cost.

It's $5,000.

Here's the thing.

There's no way
that's gonna cost $5,000.

Really. Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you have, like, a--

an auto body
side job that you do?
Do you, honey?

Because let me explain something
to you about the repair costs
on a classic Rover.

You're thinking
I'm a girl, right?

-Aren't you?
-No.

I mean, you're thinking
because I'm a girl,
I don't know car stuff.

-Well, we know you can't drive.
-That is not a classic
Range Rover.

It's gotta be 15 years or older
to be a classic.

And the actual
classic designation

requires a low production run,
unique lines,

and a well-known
body designer.

Don't underestimate me because
I know how to make tortillas.

If you can wait
till the end of the night,

I'll get you $1,000 cash.

A thousand dollars.
You know what?

Why don't we just call the cops
and see what they say?

And I could go back in there
and tell your friends

that you called the police
on the caterer's kid sister

because she refused
to let you gouge her.

$1,500.

$1,250. And you're still
gonna come out ahead.

[phone ringing]

Mami,check out what we made.

Girl [over phone]:
Hello?

-[lid clatters]
-Who are you?

-Who are you?
-I'm trying to call my mom.

You mean Glo?

Oh, yeah. She's downstairs
making my dinner.

Do you want me to
give her a message?

Why do you have her phone?

Girl [over phone]:
Well, she was helping
with my math,

and she left it on the charger
in my room.

She helps you
with your homework?

I mean, just math.

[laughs softly]
Well, and Spanish,
obviously.

-But why?
-Girl [over phone]:
What do you mean, why?

Okay. I'll just tell her
to call you.

Where is he? Point him out.
Maybe I can appeal to him--

I told you, I worked it out.
It could have been
so much worse.

-That's our tip.
-Why do you think I
couldn't handle this, huh?

I know how to argue with people.
It's one of my many skills.

I mean, frankly, you should be
thanking me for not just saying,

"Oh, yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

-How can I supplicate so as
not to upset you more?"
-That's--

I wouldn't have
handled it that way, okay?

Really? So you've gotten tired
of eating shit, have you?

-Hey.
-Hi.

That was a nice story.

You catching them holding hands.

Could have thought of that
without me.

I saw them do it
under the table

with my mom sitting
across from them.

[exhales]

Yeah, my mom actually
hired Wendy to redo
my dad's office.

She was too busy
self-medicating to realize

Wendy's plan was to get rid
of more than just his sectional.

-Yeah, not a lot of people
to like in that story, huh?
-[scoffs] No.

My oblivious mom,
man-opausal dad,

gold-digging stepmom, and...

me.

The...

The what?

-What are you?
-Honestly?

I'm a mess.

I just keep imagining
my mom right now,
in her shitty condo.

Popping pills and
watching infomercials,

so she doesn't have
to think about what's
going on over here.

Is it wrong that I wanted them
to stay together

even though
they hated each other?

No.

No, of course not.

You know what would help?

Would you... maybe...

kiss me?

-Um, I should get back to work.
-I'm still thinking about
my miserable family.

-Now?
-Mm, slightly less.

-[thuds]
-[gasping]

Ella?

What are you doing?

-Dad, I--
-Who is this kid?

-Uh, I'm sorry, sir.
My name is--
-I don't care what your name is.

Now you're making out
with the help?

[Ella sighs]

-I'm sorry, sir.
I shouldn't have--
-No, no. Don't apologize to him.

Hey, what kind of business
are you running here?

You condone this kind of thing
from your workers?

Sir, I'm so sorry, okay?
This is completely
inappropriate,

and Beto knows better.

You're out of line.
Walk away.

That's it?
You're not gonna fire him?

Honey, let it go.
We have guests.

-Sir, he understands
that he overstepped.
-Yes. I'm so sorry, sir.

It'll never happen again,
so if you could just move
past this,

-I would greatly appreciate it.
-I wanna see you fire him.

Honey, please. Leave it alone.
Come back to the table.

He's just a kid.

-He made a mistake.
-Jim: I want to know you're
not just yessing me, here.

That you're gonna make sure
he learns his lesson

before you drop him back
on whatever street corner
you found him.

[Wendy groans]

All right.

Pack it up. Party's over.

Wait. What, what do you mean,
it's over? No.

-The invitation said eleven.
-It's okay, Emilio.

-It is not okay.
-Tell everyone in the kitchen,

all equipment, all rentals,
we pack up in the driveway.

Well, they certainly
can't expect a tip.

Jim:
You really wanna
ruin this night?

Walk away?

That's the kind of professional
that you are?

That's my brother.

And as long as I'm around,
no one...

no one...

is gonna ever
talk to him like that.

-[clattering]
-[bags rustling]

[indistinct chatter]

-$1,250.
-Thank you.

Dan:
You drive a hard bargain.

[taps]

I'm a few minutes behind you.

I gotta pack up Lupita's van.

Gotta make sure it runs first,
but, uh...

I'll see you at home.

Emilio.

-It's okay, Bey.
-Uh, sorry, I just, I--

I don't know what
I was thinking. I just--
I really liked her.

She seemed to like me,
and that my brain just
short-circuited,

and I'm sorry.

Look, they paid what they owed.

Okay? That includes the,
uh, staff, food, rentals...

If we would have gotten than tip
we would have come out ahead,

but the thing with the van,
and... [exhales]

Truth is...

we would have done better
at the restaurant,

any night of the week.

See you at home.

He asked if I was
gonna be a lawyer,

so that's something, huh?

[scoffs]

[clattering]

Woo-wee, are those people...

assholes.

Thanks for coming tonight.

-I'm sorry I couldn't offer you
more than just your hourly.
-It's okay.

It was entertaining.

There's never a dull moment
around you.

I forgot about that.

You're always up for a fight.

-I was not.
-With your dad.

With your band mates.

You and I fought, remember?

-Yeah.
-I called you a skeeve

for trying to cheat
on your girlfriend

without a moment's hesitation.

That I remember.

Shit.

You didn't care who or what
stood in your way. You just--

I don't think anyone
has ever wanted me

as much as that
17-year-old boy did.

I wish I could say my scruples
haven't changed in the last
seven years, but...

A bad marriage will
make you feel like it's
every woman for herself.

Is that terrible?

It's flattering.

But I can't.

If you're offering.

No.

Not offering.

It's just a test.
You passed.

Congratulations.

Guess the third
Vanessa's the charm, huh?

-[keys clank]
-Val, we're home.

-What's that smell?
Smells like Christmas.
-[laughs]

Val and I were making menudo
when Emilio called.

What is it? Is Rafa okay?

I called Mamito show her
what we made.

A girl answered.

The girl she takes care of.

Right. Well, that's her job.

Valentina:
She's my age.

And it's just her.

She has Mamiall to herself.

I'm sorry. That's probably not
the best way to find out--

That girl has two mothers.
Two. And I don't even have one!

-You still have a mother.
-Why did you leave me alone?

I wouldn't have called her
if you'd been here.

-E-Emilio needed me.
-I needed you.

We were having a good time,
and then the second
the phone rang,

it's like you couldn't wait
to get out of here.

It's hard to explain.

It's not about not wanting
to spend time with you.

It's about not wanting to be...

Mami.

I don't wanna be good
at the things that
she's good at,

-because what if that's
all I'm good at, and--
-[shushes]

-Hey. Come here.
[grunts] Shh.
-[Valentina sobbing]

[whispers]:
It's okay.

I know. It sucks. I know.

[mouths]

-Come on. Come on, let's go.
-[running footsteps]

Don't beat yourself up.

It seemed like
a good opportunity.

You didn't know
it would turn out
the way it did.

Funny thing is,

my dad never served a meal
outside his restaurant.

And I thought that
made him small-time.

Truth is, he didn't need
to walk out those doors

to feel like some big shot.

People came to him.

On his terms.

Not the other way around.

Maybe that's the lesson.

Make them come to you.
I mean, if it's a good business,

-it doesn't need to be more
than what it is right now.
-That's just it.

I do.

I can't be just this.

What, a restaurateur?

Do you wanna rejoin your band?

I wanna go back a week,

to when I made you a promise
that I don't really think
I can keep.

I don't wanna break up.
Okay? And--

I don't wanna see anyone else.

Then what's the problem?

One day I will.

One day, I'm gonna want
to be with someone else.

Wow.

How do you know?

Because I don't want everything
I have in this moment...

to be everything
I'm ever gonna have.

And I'm the only thing
that's optional.

[scoffs]

Can we just go back?

To the way things were?

Yeah, I-I don't think
I'd like myself very much
if I agreed to that.

So what are you thinking?

I'm really gonna miss
your family.

♪ Un, dos, tres, cuatro ♪

["Ave Que Emigra"
by Gaby Moreno playing]

[distant car horn honks]

♪ Vengo desde muy lejos ♪

♪ Buscando el azul del cielo ♪

♪ Siguiendo predicamentos ♪

♪ Vengo desde muy lejos ♪

Where are we going?

Wherever you like.

♪ Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh ♪

♪♪♪