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01x04 - Brutal honesty

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Cecilia". Aired: April 14, 2022.*
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A woman whose world seemingly crumbles when she suffers a stroke.

01x04 - Brutal honesty

Post by bunniefuu »

Okay. Very well, Cecilia.

You've shown wonderful progress
during the last few weeks.

Even so, we need to keep an eye
on your concept comprehension.

I'm going to ask some questions
to evaluate your cognition.

What is today's date?

It's...

Look, to be honest, doc,

I can never tell without
checking on the phone.

If that means I have cognitive
impairment, I was damaged.

I will say three words.
I need you to repeat them

after I say them.

Okay.

So the words are:
House, shoe, paper.

House.

- House. Shoe.
- Shoe.

- And paper.
- Paper.

Good.

What can you remember
from the last few days?

- Remember?
- Yes.

A pedicure.

If you don't succeed
as a ne... Neurologist,

gee, as a podiatrist, doc

five stars.

- Very good.
- I remembered something else.

That you told me.

- Yes?
- That your ex-girlfriend

gave you a book, doc.

To learn about emotions.

It was a mistake to share
personal information.

Thank goodness you
broke up with her,

because, I mean, that's not
the best way to... To...

To show... To show someone
that you love them.

House, shoe, paper.

Okay?

That was a stupid test.

What's next, doc?

We're finished. Goodbye.

Fine.

- See you, doc.
- See you.

Good morning.

- Doctor.
- Good morning.

Hello. Good morning.

Cecilia is having some positive
progress on mobility and speech.

Although she remains
uninhibited and uncensored.

What about the motion on the
right side of her body, doctor?

We have to wait a couple of
days and see how she progresses.

As her brain is less swollen,
we'll see the aftereffects.

Now, it's important to discharge
the patient so she can recover.

She can stay in my house for
some time. I can take care.

Excuse me? You mean my house.

Don't you have cognitive
aftereffects from alcoholism?

That's possible.

Cecilia doesn't need to
scrounge off anybody.

Because she can come back

to her house. With her father.

I will take care of her.

In that case, she will be under
the care of a senior citizen

and her teenage daughters,
which I wouldn't recommend.

It's for the best if
she goes to Adolfo's.

Her oldest daughter and Adolfo's
wife can take care of her.

Regarding her therapy, she needs
to see a professional therapist.

Doctor, despite not practicing
it, I'm a physiotherapist.

Because people's energies
make me sensitive and...

It gives you the creeps or what?

No. No, no, no.

We'll talk about that later.

Cecilia will live with him,
her ex-friend and her daughter?

My conclusion is that this
is the least worst scenario.

Excuse me.

No, no, no. If that's the
least worst atmosphere,

we're all messed up.

You can't take care of her, Dad.

Come on, you...

Well, well, well.

I was sure I wouldn't see you
again until the day I died.

Well, no.

What are these rags?

I know! You're becoming
a homeless person.

I'm happy to see you
again, Mom. How are you?

Fine.

Yes, I'm great. Wonderful.

Did you know your brother
Ramiro came to see me?

He just left yesterday.

It turns out that he's doing
his second PhD at Harvard.

And I'm amazed by this.

That someone with a
schedule so busy always

has time to visit his mother.

Don't you find it amazing?

Yeah, so cool. And Lorena?

Lorena is in Sweden.

I lost track of all
the companies she owns.

Wow, Sweden. That's
really cold, huh?

Anyway. You didn't come to talk
about your siblings, did you?

What do you really want?

Very good.

Ready to change your life?

Are you coming with me?

I'm going to Adolfo
and Mercedes' house.

I won't stand it.

Make the most of your current
big mouth and speak your mind.

No one's been
straightforward with them.

About what, Mom?

That they hurt you.
You never told them.

Well, that's true.

But then?

No.

I just want to be with Elena.

Oh, Elena.

Elena's head is full of sh*t.

She won't live in peace
until she lets it out.

And she will keep messing it up.

Hey, Mom. You didn't
talk like that.

Well, death is so liberating.

Ready?

- Ready, doctor.
- All right.

I need a minute in
private with the patient.

Fine. Excuse me.

Yes.

Your homework for the
following days is simple.

Don't worry about
anyone or anything.

- Great.
- Yes.

I will miss you.

It... It's wonderful when
someone takes care of you.

It's my job.

Next time we see
each other, doctor,

I will ask the questions.

Okay?

Personal questions?

Of course.

I'm only interested
in those, doctor.

I will make sure everything's
ready for your discharge.

If you need anything, call me.

As your doctor.

- Thank you.
- That's all.

I think this failure feeling
is because of you women.

And for obvious reasons,
I thought of you, Ma.

Oh, dear Lord. Come on!
Enough with the whining.

You're always playing the
victim, the martyr. Stop it.

I do believe it's you.

I think you should be looking
at your exes. Your ex-wives.

Ultimately, they
dumped you, huh?

No.

Which means they never
believed in you, right?

Well, I think you're wrong,
because Ceci did believe in me.

And Simon's mother, I don't
even know where to find her.

I know where you can find her.

- She came looking for me.
- Why didn't you tell me, Mom?

Did you forget that the last
time that you were here,

you slammed the door swearing
that you'd never see me again?

Ceci, welcome! You
look spectacular today.

So, we're here in case you
need us. How was your trip?

I'll start by saying that you...
You don't owe me anything.

I'm truly thankful
that you took me in.

But I don't want you to do
it thinking that you're...

Making up for the damage you
did to me. Because that...

That healed on its own.

So...

Adolfo, your
alcoholism k*lled me.

That destroyed the love I felt
for you. It was destroyed.

And along with my addiction
to work. I did neglect

our marriage and
logically, after that...

Mercedes,

who had always been
completely jealous of me,

moved in with my husband

to try to be a mother to my
daughter. And she's doing

a terrible job. Terrible.

But apart from that, I just
want to tell you not to worry.

As you can see,
I hold no grudge.

And you don't need to look
for forgiveness. At all.

Okay? Is Elena here?

The best part of this is that
we don't have to pretend.

Majo, you need a life so you
can stop obsessing over mine.

Here's a schedule of the times
you can be in the common areas.

I don't want to see you at
all during the first 24 hours.

Look at this. She made
this so we don't meet here

or the kitchen.

Dude, you're crazy.

Do you want to know a secret?
Romina has three n*pples.

Shut up, idiot! You're the
one with three n*pples.

Many of us didn't do so bad.

Is everything in order today?

That's good.

No, I still don't know when I'll
be able to come back. We'll see.

Okay, thank you.

FRENEMIES FEMALE RELATIONSHIPS

This is what you call healing
your relationship with Cecilia?

Using her as an example of
a falsely-empowered woman?

This is simply a recounting
of our relationship

and your status as
suppressed male...

To hell with that!

Calm down.

Hello?

Mr. Jaime. Yes, it's a little
late. Cecilia is sleeping.

You can call her tomorrow, okay?

I'm sick of your role of
the wounded macho man.

You're not publishing this sh*t.

You promised you
wouldn't use personal

and private matters
for your books.

You and I promised eternal love
and we're getting a divorce.

For Pete's sake!

Yes? Who's this?

Mrs. Lascurain.

No... Yes, I'm
Elena's father. Wha...

What is it?

Okay. Please, calm down.

You telling her to calm down.

Yes.

Okay.

This Friday? Obvs! You're
picking me up, right?

All right. See you then.

Bye!

Yes! Yes!

I forgot it.

Who are you seeing on Friday?

Now you're talking to me?

I'm going to meet Jampafonseca.
He invited me to a mescal event!

Okay. I'm ignoring you. Leave.

Just so you know, it's a date.

He's been DMing me and
liking my posts for days.

I'm going to save this article
about Grandma's passing.

GAS LEAK CAUSES
DULCE ROMERO'S DEATH

If it was an accident, it
wouldn't be such a mystery.

What does it say?

You're still around?
You're off-schedule.

It's a pleasure. This way.

- I'm sorry for being so late.
- No, don't worry. Come in.

To be honest, we don't
hang around this area.

You must be Elena's mother.

No.

You're identical.

No, I'm her
stepmother. But, well,

Elena is practically a daughter
to me. So, let me say...

Can I offer you
something to drink?

Yes. Tequila. Double. Please.

Unfortunately there's no
alcohol in this house.

Adolfo is my ex-husband, but
also he's an ex-alcoholic.

Do you want to talk about Elena?

Not as much about your daughter
as about her hypothetical child.

Well, this hypothetical
child is your son's too.

As far as I know,
he lent his seed.

It's clear your
daughter is a visionary.

Motherhood can be a
very well-paid job

if you find the right prospect.

And who would that be? Julian?

Curious, right?

He's just so unfit
for everything else.

That's a quite
recurring point at home.

It's almost a board game for us.

Trying to figure out what
did Elena see in this guy.

Look, let's not
wear ourselves out.

Thank God,

this is a matter we can settle

very easily with a
little common sense.

And money. How much?

- What?
- What are you trying to say?

If your daughter
decides to abort,

which in God's eyes is a sin,

we're offering to pay for it.

If your daughter decides
to have the child,

which in God's eyes
is much better,

we offer to give

a generous sum

as child support

in exchange of not claiming
the recognition of paternity.

You come to my house and
try to buy my grandchild?

What are you saying?

Are you trying to
buy my grandchild?

Okay, no. Listen...

Julian, what the heck?

What are you doing?
Weren't you at school?

I wasn't feeling
well. What's going on?

This b*tch had the ba*ls

to offer us money.

Money for what?

Well, my mom thinks,
but I don't...

She doesn't want you
to claim the paternity

from this moron so you don't
dishonor the name of these...

This inside of me is mine,
and it's not for sale.

And damn you, Dad, and you,
Mercedes, for allowing this.

Tell them, Elena!

I'm not sending you to eat
sh*t because you guys are sh*t!

You're a bunch

of messed up jerks!

Attagirl!

Attagirl!

It was my mom, I didn't
have anything to do with it.

And you think there's no choice?

Have you ever
heard of free will?

I'm nothing like them.
I wasn't going to come.

Of course you are like them!

I don't know how I could be
so damn blind! Seriously!

Elena, I'm not like you. I'm not
strong enough to rebel like you.

That's why I like you so much.

Dude, I swear

that if ever see you again

I'm going to literally
bust your ba*ls!

Hey.

I didn't know you
were back in Mexico.

I was plucking up the courage.

I told your mother where to find
me, hoping she would tell you.

Yes, it worked.

You never thought of
looking for Simon?

I'm not ready yet.

Simon needs his mother.

Simon has lived 20
years without me.

I don't think he needs me.

I'm not talking about
the practical effects.

Maybe it would've been
interesting if Simon knew

who gave birth to him.

- Why are you here?
- I wanted to ask you

a question, but
it's a long story.

It's not a problem
for me that you left.

I'd love to know why, though.

I don't know, maybe you
were scared or... who knows.

Maybe you didn't believe in me.

Whoa. Straight to the point.

Yes.

I never stopped
believing in you.

On the contrary, you
shined like the sun,

going straight after success.

I felt so small by your side.

Now I can say it out loud,

but it took me many
years to accept it.

Goodbye.

Come here.

Forget them.

You don't need them.

Leave.

Simon, leave!

Let's see.

N... No. No. Yo... You know,

pl... Please

do me a French braid.

You want me to do your hair?

I'm no hairstylist.
I can't do it.

Anyways, what's the point?

I want a French braid, Mercedes.

They're coming to see me.

Who's coming to
see you, Cecilia?

Th... The doctor.

Can you...?

Damn. You like Jimenez?

That weirdo?

He is a weirdo. But I like him.

Will you do my hair?

Yes.

Remember when we were young

and our parents would
take us on vacation.

You used to collect
seashells at the beach

and do a long braid.

And I would look at you and
think, "What amazing hair."

You've always had
beautiful hair.

Yes, I remember. I
remember you liked my hair.

Back then, we didn't know
you'd betray me, huh?

Right.

Ceci, I know perfectly well

that this is not
really you talking.

And I'm trying to
do my best, but...

What are you doing?
Stop! You're crazy!

What are you doing?

You're completely nuts.

Look at me! I'm all soaked.

sl*t!

b*tch!

Okay.

Your t*ts are hanging low now.

- What?
- You should wear a bra.

Bras are another
way of oppression

from the patriarchy, so no.

Yeah, whatever. They're
hanging pretty low.

They almost reach the floor.

And your hair is

all frizzy and messy, and
I'm not going to help you.

Do my braid.

You owe it to me.

What happened, happened.

- And I did what I did but...
- There you go with your soph...

With your sophisticated

speech

to justify all your actions.

You were always like that,
using the psychoanalysis

and all that sh*t

to explain your damn mess and
never take responsibility.

You were always like that.

Do you know how much

you hurt me?

You were my friend.

I... needed you.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you let
me talk to you?

Stop it.

Do my braid. And that's it.

Take responsibility for
your actions for once.

A little.

A little.

A little.

- And this?
- A little as well.

That hurts.

You owe me a tex... A test.

I don't need a test.

My cognitive
performance is adequate.

Are you afraid?

No.

What do you want to know? I'm
not an interesting person.

You're not interesting?
You are interesting to me.

An enigma.

I mean, I know that I'm an op...

Open book with you.

You were inside my brain.

Neuronal connections
are no mystery.

No. Stop talking around
and faking. Come on.

Question number one. Okay?

Test.

Have you fallen in love?

I don't know.

What about your ex?

I don't know.

Cecilia, I'm not like you.

I don't have the
ability to sympathize

and understand
like everyone else.

I don't know if I can
fall in love either.

Does that hurt?

I'm not sure if I fully
understand being hurt.

Well,

maybe that's more

of a blessing.

I'd like

not to feel everything so in...

Intensely

all the time. Just like you.

I don't know, doc. I
feel like there's a lot

that

we can share and learn from...

From each other.

I see that you've had a
significant improvement

on your mobility and
verbal communication.

My advice is that you
continue your therapy.

Fine.

So, you're leaving now.

I have surgery in 37 minutes.

Right. Hey. One last question.

Are you running away from me?

Or from your feelings?

Don't be so dramatic. Come
on. What were you expecting?

That I stayed at home, lay down
on the couch wearing my p.j.'s,

eating chips and watching TV?

Come on! We divorced, and
that's it! No big deal!

Enough. When you get a divorce,
you do whatever you want.

I don't give a damn what you do.

I'm serious.

Lately, you look really
sexy when you get mad.

- Oh, shut up!
- You do.

- Well, yeah, to argue. Yeah.
- Yeah?

How weird would it
be if we had sex?

Adolfo!

Is somebody there? Adolfo!

Can you bring me some water?

No! No, no! Wait. Wait.

Let's not lose perspective.

Here, we have a
specific objective.

We can only heal
our relationship

if we get to let Cecilia
go. We repeated that

a million times in therapy.

And this is your way
of letting her go?

Now I get it. That's why
we ended up like this.

Anyone? Hello?

- Of course.
- That's it.

I know. No. I get it now.
We're taking the wrong path.

- Don't you realize?
- Well, yes.

We will only be able
to let Cecilia go

if we pair her up.

She was with someone else
already. What about German?

No, but someone good,
that can take care of her.

That's what we need to consider.

That's the right path, Mechita.

An app! Let's
download a dating app

and create a profile for her.
I'm not sure how that works.

We don't need any of that.
I have the right person.

Hey.

Can I ask you something?

Of course, princess.

Did you notice
Grandma's depression?

I looked into the symptoms.

Grouchy mood, insomnia,

fatigue, lack of energy,

sense of despair,

obsessive thoughts of death

or suicide.

No, she wasn't going through
any of that, princess.

I found an article from the
newspaper archive mentioning

a gas leak at the bakery.

Well, that was an accident.

But, Grandpa,

if a stopcock was left open,
Grandma would've noticed.

Why didn't she close it?

Let's see. Ceci's planner.

Ceci's... planner. There
you are. Ceci's planner.

Let's see.

"An appointment with P."

"Appoint... Appointment with P."

- I was looking for you!
- What?

What preschool did you
get the new bakers from?

They are pastry-making students!
They need to practice, right?

I mean... They practice, they
win. We win. It's a win-win.

That's the most pederastic
idea you've ever said.

Hey, hey, hey! Relax. Relax!

Thanks to me,

I found people that agreed to
fill the positions you caused

in less than 24 hours!

All deliveries are on time!
So, what's your complaint?

That there are younger folks
than you in the kitchen or what?

No. No, no, no. No.

I know you. It's something else.

Someone else drove you mad and
you're taking it out on me.

Who was it? Huh?

What are you talking about?

Ana?

Tell me.

I'm in a really bad mood.

Sara hasn't logged in for days.

- She's making me...
- Look for her.

Of course. Obviously.

Let me remind you that the
last time she talked to you,

she wanted to visit you. And you
told her it was a terrible idea.

I'm an idiot.

Yeah. But it's
your turn to move.

Yeah. Yeah.

I swear, she won't run off
when she meets you in person.

If she fell for the monster
you become when you play that,

nothing is going
to scare her away.

Guys! It's urgent. The new
kids ruined the sourdough

- and it's overflowing.
- I told you!

Majo! Ro!

Dad! I'm glad you're here!

Didn't you say you'd be an
exemplary father for us?

Where is your mom?

Didn't you hear? She's at
Adolfo and Mercedes' house.

That weird doctor said
they are more responsible.

Really? Let's go.

- Where?
- To bring her back.

Dad! Maybe if you let me drive,
you can spare a driving lesson.

Okay. Deal. Let's go.

- Ah! The kidnapper. Yes! You?
- Me?

Who the hell do you think you
are to hold Cecilia prisoner?

The clown has arrived. What
are you doing here, huh?

The last thing Cecilia
needs are more problems.

Well, we're here to get her
back. So, tell me where she is.

Wha...? What? You can't take care
of Cecilia! You can't take care

of anything! You can't even
take care of your daughters!

My beloved princesses!

My loves!

- Mom! I missed you so much!
- Mommy! We missed you!

Yes. Really? You missed me?

I missed you too.

Seriously?

Yes, honey. Well, kind of.

When you're rude and you argue
with each other, I don't.

Would you like a pastry? There.

No. I'm okay, Mom.

- Yes.
- A pastry. Look.

The doctor was right.

She's uncensored. We can ask
her whatever we want to know.

Don't talk to me.

Ana brought these
yesterday. Or today.

Ma, can I ask you a question?

Remember that
short leather skirt

- that I bought and disappeared?
- Oh, yes.

- What did you do with it?
- I set it on fire.

- I knew it!
- Yes. I burned it

because you looked like
a teenage prost*tute.

Don't laugh.

Yeah. Yeah.

- It's good. It's good, try it.
- Mom.

Was the death of meemaw
Dulce really an accident?

Well, I... I wonder
that too, baby.

I think she...

She wanted to die.

Why would she want to die?

She was exhausted,
honey. She was v...

V... Very tired of everyone.

Did you know depression
is hereditary?

Yes. And I wonder if
I inherited that too.

What if we did? What if I did?

It's possible.
Yes, it's possible.

Time will tell.

Do you want another raisin
pastry? Ah, this one! It's...

How can I help you?

Listen, doctor. I...

I need to know

why you prescribed
these pills to Cecilia.

- That's confidential.
- Yes, I understand, doctor.

But this is serious.
She had a stroke.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I
didn't know. How is she?

Fine. Well, she's getting
there. She's progressing.

But it's important that doctors
know what she was taking before.

I'll tell you because this is
an extraordinary situation.

Two weeks ago,

I prescribed this antidepressant
medication to Cecilia

and we agreed that she would
take it only if needed.

As you can see, it's intact.

So, she... She was not
depressed just yet.

Cecilia told me about you.

Dario.

Yes.

Can I speak openly to you?

- Under professional secrecy?
- Of course.

Yes, of course you can.

I mean, the hourly payment
has been charged in advance,

so feel completely
free to do it. Tell me.

I don't know who I
am without Cecilia.

Wait, what? But deep inside,

who are you?

I'm sorry, doctor.
This is too...

No, no. Don't worry.
It's normal. Relax.

Yes.

For many years I've wondered

what's wrong with me.

What's broken inside of me.

Do you struggle with intimacy?

I'm... asexual.

No. But don't say it like it's
a disease. Because it's not.

- It is not.
- Well, in a way it is, isn't it?

It's not good nor bad.

It's simply who you are.

And that damn Urruti doesn't
want to deliver on credit.

That's why I need the
e-banking password so urgently.

Ana! Ana!

Please, stop talking about
the bar... The barkery...

The bakery.

Please. It's boring. Enough.

Sell it. Do it.

I really hate that you talk
like that about the bakery.

Cecilia, it was our mom's
dream. It was her life.

Look.

I know you hate me.

- I don't hate you.
- You do hate me.

You're never going to listen
to me. You do hate me, Ana.

Since we were kids, you were
obsessed because of your inf...

Inferiority complex.

Yes. And you were always

sabotaging everything I did,
instead of improving yourself.

You were obsessed with me,

and you still are.
You are. You are.

You are obsessed with being
the perfect one in the family

and with standing
out among the rest.

Listen. Stop, Ana.

Listen to what I
have to say. Please.

Stop trying... to be me.

Look where being me took me.

Where I took myself.
To the limit.

Sell the bakery. Forget
it. Get a girlfriend.

Do you understand?
Build a life, get out

of that bubble you live in.

Get out of it.

I don't think you can
save the... The bakery.

At least save your own life.

Mr. Jaime, what brings you here?

I'm here to talk about Dulce.

I'm all ears.

Look, Goyo, you... You knew
Dulce very well. She...

She spent a lot of time
with you here in the bakery.

Well, as much as you.

I wouldn't say so.

Mr. Jaime, Mrs. Dulce dedicated
her life to this bakery.

Yeah. She was a
hard-working person.

Yes. But she changed
over the years.

Later on, she was different.

Different... how?

She was sad. Deeply sad.

I tried to cheer her
up saying, "Mrs. Dulce,

you need to have some
rest. Look after yourself."

But she wouldn't listen.

I never realized.

Because you were too busy
with your other life.

- Please. This way.
- Thank you.

Hello.

I didn't know what was on the
menu, so I brought some options.