01x05 - Uninhibited

[bunniefuu]

I'm perfectly recovered.

I guess I can go out
today, don't you think?

You've been prescribed
complete bed rest.

Doctor's orders.

- There we go.
- But I feel better than ever.

Simón,

I need a favor. You have to help
me out with your sister, Elena.

Yeah.

Well, technically speaking,
Elena isn't my sister.

- She is...
- I'm so worried, Simón.

Her time to make a
decision is running out.

Yeah.

But that's none of our business.

- Let's take a little walk.
- What?

Come here.

- There you go.
- But I'm not just being nosy.

I want to help.

- You see?
- I do, Ceci.

This is what you should
focus on right now.

- Okay?
- Yeah. Okay.

Putting some
distance helps Elena

when she has to make decisions.

Distance? Between who?

Me and her?

Do you mind if we wrap
this up a bit earlier?

- I have a job interview.
- You do?

- Yeah.
- Where?

A call center.

What do you mean a
call center, Simón?

What about your angels?

- They aren't talking to me.
- But they will!

Forget about the call
center. They will come back.

In the meantime, you
should go to the bakery.

Just temporarily.

- No, Ceci. No.
- Yeah. Why not?

Because the bakery cannot
employ the whole family.

It's not like you are a burden.

You are simply a very
sensitive person.

- There you go.
- You know? And you need...

No, I'm not lying down. No way.

And you need a caring

environment.

Ceci.

- What will protect me.
- Where you are protected.

Is having a salary, all right?

You are doing great, okay?
When will you see the doctor?

I have already.

- Last week.
- And?

I had never tried
macrobiotic food.

Awful!

Delicious, isn't it?
It's changed my life.

- There's still some dessert.
- Need some help?

Sure, of course.

- I'll get that.
- Are you done?

- Yeah. Please, do.
- Thanks.

We'll be back in a
second, all right?

Let's get dessert.

Sweet Lord.

Now you understand why I
complain about the cooking?

Isn't Adolfo a
professional chef?

Why would he allow
something so disgusting?

Well, because Mercedes
insists on feeding us.

As your doctor, I could
prescribe you a diet

free of any dish whose balance
is based on the yin and yang.

Yes, doctor. You do that.

I like you.

I think I like you.

I enjoy looking at you.

I see you and I feel like...

I wish everything would vanish.

Could this be an effect
of the accident, doctor?

Could that be?

I believe it has more to do

with the area in which
the hemorrhage happened.

- All right.
- But I like it.

I'd compare it to a colic due
to infectious gastroenteritis,

but in a good way.

I believe that wasn't
the right metaphor.

I'm loving this Asperger thing.

I think it won't be necessary
for you to get rid of it,

because I'm really enjoying it.

Cecilia, what you do with
everyone else won't work on me.

- Yeah? And that would be...?
- You wanna fix everyone's life.

No need.

Beetroot mousse.

It'd be hard to believe
there's no sugar in it.

Plates.

Well, it could've been worse.

It's a good sign that he said

he didn't want to repeat
negative patterns.

I think he should be my doctor

and nothing else, you know?

I told you a thousand
times, do things properly.

Don't be an idiot.

You know? You like being
treated with severity.

You enjoy strictness. You do.

- Stop it, Mercedes!
- Stop it, my a*s!

Adolfo just told me you two

never sorted out all the
paperwork of the house.

Well, I agree he told
you a little too late.

Hold on. We made an
agreement. This house is mine.

If I wanna give it to Mercedes,
I have every right to do so.

Right. And do you think it's
fair to leave Elena out?

You honestly hate me.

With all your heart.

I just asked a question.

Let's carry on with the
book release as planned.

You're driving me
crazy! We had to fight

the publishing house because
you wanted to make changes.

I know. I know! Stop it.

I was trying to be
thoughtful, unnecessarily so,

of my ex-husband and Cecilia...

They can go to hell.

You can't change
your mind this time.

Don't worry, that's
not gonna happen.

Tomorrow is our
biggest selling day.

That's right. And we
are baking the Dulcinea,

the flagship product of
this bakery, understood?

So tomorrow people will queue
very early in the morning,

the longest queue,
waiting to get one.

So we must be ready before
the sun comes up, okay?

- Okay.
- Damn.

Urruti Jr. isn't giving
us any more credit

and there is no flour
left in the storage room.

Hell, no. Please, no.

We are seriously screwed.

What about using
the chickpea flour?

The one Cecilia got for
gluten-free products

she was planning on making.

A gluten-free
Dulcinea? Impossible.

- Do you have any better ideas?
- Yes.

Calling Mrs. Cecilia,
because she's the only one

who knows how to
deal with suppliers.

No! No, Cecilia can't
hear a thing about this.

Cecilia's health is still
quite fragile, Mr. Goyo.

Her doctor asked us not
to bother her, right?

Right.

Don't worry, Mr. Goyo.

We'll figure this out as a team.

Hey,

we got a call from the
Department of Labor.

An inspector is on his way.

Give me a damn break.

This lullaby.

Is for the child I
would never bear.

I would never bring you
To this shitty life.

Not this shitty world...

Not this shitty.

World.

Baby.

Mom, why don't you
knock before coming in?

I'm so sorry. I
was just walking by

and I heard you singing.

So beautiful.

Do you really think so?

Don't you think it's high time

we talked about this baby?

At the end of the
day, it's your call.

Whatever you choose to do,

I want to be there for you.

I want to help you,
let me help you, yeah?

Since I can remember,

you've always wanted to
control everyone's life.

It's my decision,
let me make it.

I know, but you are
running out of time.

Besides,

you'll need me by
your side because.

I'm your mom.

Being a mom doesn't
make you indispensable.

I'm so glad we left
the house, Almita.

I really missed

this chaos.

Where did you get
this van from, ma'am?

I bought it, Almita.

On the Internet.

It's so easy. Now you can
buy whatever you want there.

And why did you
get such a big one?

Because in the car there wasn't
enough room for everybody.

Mom. Mom, stop.
What are you doing?

It seems like we
have two lives, huh?

The second one starts when
you realize you actually

only have one.

What are you going to do?

To sort out what I left
unsolved in my previous one.

Let's see, how many of
those unsolved issues

are really yours?

My bakery.

My daughters. My dad.

Have they asked for your help?

No, but sometimes
people ask for it

without using words.

Whatever you say.

Just don't go out
to save the world

without doing something
with your hair.

Almita?

Could you help me

do something with my hair?

You know about these
things, don't you?

But all my stuff is
back in my place, ma'am.

- Is your house far from here?
- Not really.

Screw it, let's go get
them. Step on it, come on.

Sometimes I feel bad
about having a good time

while my mom is
still recuperating.

Did you feel the same way?

Let me tell you something.

We need to live in the moment.

Yeah, you're right.

What's the point
in staying home.

Look at this.

A million likes. Only today.

I'm a bad a*s.

Cool.

I have a great time with you.

Yeah, same. It's not bad.

I swear, if I post
this, it'll be massive.

I don't think you'll
actually do it.

Wanna bet?

Okay.

One, two...

Yes, we made a mistake.

We slightly broke the
law, but we did it to help

these poor bakers.
It's not a big deal.

Look, I think we
could figure this out

without making a fuss.

So you expect me
not to impose a fine

nor to report this
to the Department.

What we are trying to say is
that there's an easier solution

in hand.

Fine, we can sort this out.

You'll have to give me 800
times the minimum wage or else

your business will
undoubtedly be closed.

- Ana, Cecilia just got here.
- What?

Stop her!

Okay. Tomorrow is our best day
in terms of sales year round.

If you grant me 24
hours, I promise



but I need your help. My sister
can't know about all this mess.

- Follow my lead, yeah?
- Hello!

Please, please.

Please, yeah?

Hi there!

- What the hell?
- Hello!

Ceci! Hi.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Wow!

It is so... Wow!

- Eighties.
- Right?

- Totally.
- Hi, Anita.

How are you? Give me a hug.

What's up? What
are you doing here?

I never left.

Right.

Sorry, am I interrupting?

No. No. This is...

Cecilia, my sister, and Mr...

- Delgadillo.
- Right.

He's with the
Department of Labor,

just doing a routine inspection.

And everything's great, right?

- Perfect.
- Yeah? I'm glad.

Yeah, that's right. Good
job, ma'am. Congratulations.

I'm glad. I'm glad we passed,

because we've always
made an effort

to do things properly.

We have how many years, Anita?

You don't know.

- Forty.
- A 40-year history.

- Impeccable.
- I can see that.

I'm surprised though.

I thought you only paid visits

to those establishments under
suspicion of wrongdoing.

A hundred more.

- Sorry?
- Nothing, ma'am.

We do these routine
inspections randomly.

Why don't we get some fresh
air for a sec. Let's catch up.

Come on. Let's go.

- Of course.
- This way.

- Come.
- A pleasure to meet you.

- The pleasure is all mine.
- Right this way.

- Come on.
- Thank you.

This deck is so amazing!

Where's your mom?

Elena, where's your mom?

She went out.

Out?

What do you mean she went
out? She can barely walk.

Elena, it's dangerous.

What did you do? Stand
there doing nothing?

Dad, this guilt trip
is so messed up.

If Mom's here, it's because
she wants to be with me.

Well, there's no point. You
can't even keep an eye on her.

Honestly, policing
Mom isn't my job.

You are the far-right macho

incapable of watching
over his woman.

It's embarrassing
calling you Dad.

I have a class.

That was close. Good job, team.

What's wrong? Are
you in a bad mood?

Ana,

if it's because of the
chickpea flour, it'll work.

And we'll pay
Mr. Delgadillo. Chill.

Are you mad because of the kids?

No.

It's not like you
are that important.

So if it isn't because of that,

then it's Sara.

She hasn't answered
back, has she?

Listen,

you hate that she
isn't answering

but it's not like you are
doing something to fix it.

Listen, Ana.

Why don't you, for the
first time in your life,

take responsibility
and do something?

How? I don't know what to do.

Be honest.

Reach out to her. Get
out of your comfort zone.

"Get out of your comfort zone."

Easier said than done.
Go ahead, do it too.

I could.

Ana, leave that dough
alone. It isn't its fault.

Those Dulcineas won't work
if you are in a foul mood.

Smile. Smile.

Smile.

Okay, don't.

Don't smile.

Where were you? They took
attendance at school.

I had to say you had a
terrible case of diarrhea.

He got 4000 new followers
since he posted it.

- You did it for the likes.
- Not at all.

I did it because I like him.

If he posted it, it must be
because he likes me back.

He does whatever it takes to
get likes. I don't like him.

He's coming over this evening.

He says he wants to
know me intimately.

You do know what
he's after, right?

Surprise!

Damn!

Hello!

Hello!

- Hi! How are my girls doing?
- Mom!

What a surprise!

I love your outfit.

Thank you, baby.

Are you staying the night?

I'm only here for a
little while. My darlings.

- I missed you.
- And I missed you.

What will I cook for
you today, my darlings?

No, Mom. Just rest.

I'm here to cook
something delicious.

No need, Mom.

Okay, go ahead, but...

We can have dinner
together later.

My two... Where's your grandpa?

No clue, Mom.

Daddy? Hi, Daddy.

Where are you?

We have to go have your
blood pressure checked.

I came here on my own

and my blood pressure
is just fine.

And you remembered to go?

Of course.

See? I don't need you.

You just focus on resting.

- Okay. Bye.
- Love you.

Okay. So, he...

What does he want now? Hello?

Cecilia, I've called
you a thousand times.

You have no permission
from your doctor to leave.

- Where are you?
- Look, Adolfo.

I'm 45 years old. Sorry,

but I won't ask for permission
to come to my house.

I came to solve some
issues. What's up?

You didn't take your
anticoagulant pills, Cecilia.

- Of course I took them.
- They are right in front of me!

You left them on
the kitchen table.

Adolfo, I did take my pill.
There's no need to yell.

Bring it down a notch.

There's another call, bye. Bye.

- Hello? Hi.
- Hi, Ceci.

I need you, tell me where
you are and I'll stop by.

No, better tell me where you are

and I'll meet you there to chat.

Alma? Yeah, text
me your location.

Yeah, bye.

Mr. Goyo, send a prayer

for the chickpea flour to work
or we'll be royally screwed.

If Mrs. Dulce were
here to see this.

Damn, damn, damn.

- Ana?
- What? What? What?

Someone's looking for you. Look.

- What the hell do you want?
- Hey.

Sorry for not giving
you a heads up, but...

Well...

I wanted to surprise you.

Come on, give her
a hug or something.

There's a woman who
shattered my trust.

Is that you or what?

- Wait, what?
- Perhaps it was you.

- Come on. Don't be an idiot.
- Excuse me?

What's wrong with you? Did
you hit your head or what?

There's no one who believes
in you more than I.

Is that so?

You got number five.

Miss

are you the

casting manager?

Casting director.

Amazing. Yeah.

What are you doing, Ceci?

Give me a second.
I'm... Nice to meet you.

I'm Mr. Germán Rivera's manager.
He was the most famous TV actor

in Mexico in the '90s.

The '90s? Wow!

Yeah, super wow.
Super wow. Come here.

That's why he's
the best candidate

you'll have here today

for this hair dye ad.

And let me tell you why. Those
men who will buy the product,

your target market, you
know what I'm talking about,

who's going to
purchase the product...

I decided to get out
of my comfort zone.

On the outside, I have this
perfectly-built persona,

a complete one.

On the inside though, I'm empty.

After what happened to Cecilia,

I noticed she

takes up all my space,

so I don't have time left
to have a personal life.

I don't have friends,
I don't have hobbies.

I don't have a partner.

Nothing.

But I know how it
works. I meet someone,

we like each other,
we go out together,

we fall in love,

and then comes the moment
when we have to have sex.

I force myself to do so,

I don't like it.

I don't like it at all.

I know, that's when
every single relationship

comes to an end. Always.

Nothing that requires
you to do something

against your will,
will ever prosper.

- It's not going to happen.
- What do I do then?

I believe my being
asexual results in nothing

but rejection and
lack of interest.

Well, you don't make
me feel any of those.

On the contrary.

So, would you say
"yes" to dinner?

The thing is,

I don't date my patients.

But guess what.

I'm not your patient.

Cecilia is.

Germán!

Germán, wait for me!

Aren't you happy?

Aren't you?

We did it! Yeah!

We did it!

You thought I wouldn't get
it if you didn't intervene.

Of course you would have,

it was meant to be yours.

I just saved us three
hours in the waiting room.

Stop complaining,
I saved us time.

We didn't have to wait.

Let's go celebrate. Let's have a
drink. Let's go to the karaoke.

- You said you believed in me.
- Kara...

Karaoke. Kara...

What are you talking about?
Wanna see k*ller dance moves?

You didn't have to
come to my rescue.

Germán, stop it!

Stop with the drama.

Germán!

Hey!

Hey!

Mechita.

Can we talk?

It was really stupid of me

to leave the house thing
unsolved for so long.

Please, forgive me.

I've been thinking
about this thing

we always fight over,

that I insist you
never totally ended

your relationship with
Cecilia. Blah, blah, blah.

But it isn't only

you who's the one
clinging to her,

I am too.

I even wrote a
whole book about it.

And you know? I'm
not sure I want her

to be at the center
of everything.

I'm exhausted,

tired. No.

I'm going to Buenos
Aires for some days,

so...

I'm begging you

please to sign the divorce
as soon as possible.

Please.

Let's see what you've got.

Go ahead, buddy.

Well done.

It's over, gentlemen!

No! Give me a break,

- We'll go get ourselves a drink.
- Do you want one?

No, I'm okay. Thanks.

Won't you say anything
after all this time?

Well, you are still

the best player in town.

I've missed you too.

You have?

Hey, where's your sister?

We divorced.

She now lives in my
other sister's room.

I see.

This is a big step for me.

You are very special
to me, you know?

You are too.

What's wrong?

It's your first time, isn't it?

No cell phones, okay?

No phones.

Yes?

Hey, doc.

How are you? Oops,
sorry. May I come in?

Thanks. Sorry for waking you up.

- How rude of me.
- What are you doing in here?

This area is exclusively
for the hospital staff.

I know, doctor. I'm sorry.

I wanted to see you to
tell you that... Look,

see how I walk.

And I also wanted to
tell you that... See?

I... I...

I can talk almost

perfectly fine.

That's the first thing
I wanted to share.

The second thing is that I had
thought about what you said

- during dinner.
- Yeah?

And I have to say
you were right.

Third thing.

I kind of missed you. That's
what I wanted you to know.

- That's it.
- You drank.

I can smell the alcohol.

Alcohol is contraindicated
in your treatment.

- It is.
- I had one drink.

But let me tell you why
it won't be a problem.

I didn't take my pills.

It was just today,
okay? It's just one day.

Nothing bad happens, right?

So...

- What?
- You did something to your hair.

Yes, do you like it, doc?

I do.

Anyway...

I blurted out quite
a speech, didn't I?

- You did.
- I bet you are bored now.

I am not.

I'll leave now.

Good. You must rest.

I'll go home.

Don't you have to

go home as well?

This is my home too.

It's a small bedroom.

What's that?

What are those, doc?

Those are deep-sea fish.

They inhabit deep down where
sunlight doesn't reach.

Since there's no light down
there, they have their own.

Would you like to see
something amazing?

I think you should not be here.

If something
happened between us,

I would have to stop
being your doctor.

And being completely objective,

I am your best
option for a doctor.

Yes. Objectively
speaking, you are.

But I don't care.

I suspect that the
edema is worse now.

Wouldn't you rather be
here in bed with me?

It wasn't alcohol that
made you act like that.

This is your frontal lobe.

It's the part of your brain

in charge of regulating your
behavior and self-control.

Right here.

It feels so good. So good.

I love that your
hands are always cold.

That's the part of your brain
where neuronal connections

have developed along
your whole life.

That's why you place your own
well being after your family's.

And why did

my self-control
go MIA these days?

The edema.

The hemorrhage around
your injury is expanding.

That explains why
you have been upset

and made erratic decisions.

Hey.

Having sex with you wasn't

an erratic decision.

The hair thing? Totally
was, but not you.

Okay?

So, what do we do with the...?

- What's its name? Edema.
- Edema.

I have to study you and
if I confirm what I think,

you'd have to undergo
surgery right away

or the consequences
might be serious.

How serious?

You could have irreversible
damage or even...

For real? Yeah?

Yes.

Okay.

How much time do I have?

It could be days

or a few hours.

I need a day.

- Did you listen to what I said?
- Yes, I did listen

- to what you said.
- No, you didn't. All right.

- Fine.
- No, please. Listen. Hold on.

Listen to me, please.

I'm not going to draw
a map of my life,

because it would
be too complicated.

And we would waste
time we don't have.

And because I don't
know how to draw.

But today is Mother's Day and
I want to be with my family,

I want to be with my children.

And I want to make sure that,

if something happened
to me, they'd be okay.

- Too dangerous. There's no time.
- I don't care.

I don't. I need a
day, half a day.

You need to put yourself first

- and not your family.
- I'm not doing this for them.

I mean, I do, but I
also do it for me.

- Give me a day. Half a day.
- No.

- I disagree.
- Seven hours. I don't care.

I'm not asking you
to agree with me.

I just need you to
understand, please.

I'll be back in 12
hours and get in the OR.

And, please, do me
another favor, don't tell

my family about this
surgery. Please.

Cecilia, as part of the
protocol I have to...

Patient confidentiality.

It is your obligation
as a doctor.

Okay?

I want my family to spend
a happy Mother's Day

and not to worry about me.

Okay?

Thank you.