02x03 - Mexico

[bunniefuu]

- [car door closes]
- [Jacob] What the hell was that?

- [Alma] Oh, no. Mom?
- [Becca] Mom?

- [car starts]
- [Alma] Mom. Mom!

- [gravel crunches]
- [Jacob] Camila!

[tires squeal, car departs]

I can't believe Mom
just left like that.

What is going on with her?

[sighs]
Alma, what have you done?

The world's falling apart.

Aah!

- [Jacob] Whoa.
- [Becca panting]

Why are we here?

Becca, are you doing this?

[Becca] No.
I don't know what this is.

This isn't my memory.

I've never been outside
of my own memories before.

Wait. Dad?

There's so much sadness.

Just let the feelings
wash over you. It's okay.

[truck horn blows]
[Alma and Becca exclaim]

You got to us out of here.
Right now!

- [horn blowing]
- [Alma] Becca?

- Right now!
- Becca.

sh*t! Aah!

[screams]

[whimpers, cries]

You're okay.

Dad, was that your memory?

No.

That wasn't his memory.

You just tapped into
Dad's fears

- of Mom leaving him.
- It felt so real.

Becca...

these visions...
they can be exciting, but

they can also be overwhelming
in ways you first don't realize,

so I-I'd encourage
you to leave them alone.

- Okay, I'll try.
- [Alma] So what do we do about Mom?

Whatever your mother's going
through, that's her problem.

Your problem is finishing
your dissertation.

Dad, come on.

We have no idea where she went.
She could be in serious trouble.

Okay, look,
I'll check the credit cards.

[scoffs softly]

Uh... W... She, uh, bought
a plane ticket to Mexico.

She's going to see her family.

She ran off
in the middle of the night

to have a casual visit
with the fam?

It looks like it.

So, I want you two to go home

and-and go to bed
and sober up...

you boozers, all right?

A-And your mother...
she'll come home

when she's ready,
and everything will be fine.

You'll see.

♪ ♪

[Reed] I came by
to pick up some stuff.

Still not sure what to believe.

Wish I could trust you.

Reed.

[phone clicks]

[line ringing]

[Camila] Hello.
You've reached Camila Diaz.

Please leave a message.

- Okay, now what do I do?
- [soft clattering]

[beep]

Hi, Mom, it's me. Um...

I'm really sorry we just
barged in on you like that.

We're just
really worried about you.

And look, I'm gonna keep calling
until you pick up, okay?

So you might as well
just pick up.

♪ ♪

Press the button.

[scoffs]
What makes you

think you'll be
happy in any reality?

[muffled, indistinct speaking]

[muffled] Wake up.

It's important. Come on.

Well, fancy seeing you here.

Okay, so, I called Mom.
She's not answering.

I left a couple of messages
and now her mailbox is full.

Damn. How many voice mails

- did you leave?
- It doesn't matter.

- Like, .
- [laughs] Twenty...

What if she broke it off
with this Alejandro guy

and he's not having it,
so now she has to

wire this money
to a safe house or something?

Yes. Mom could be in danger.

That's what I've been saying
this whole time.

- Okay. So what are we gonna do?
- Well,

Dad thinks that
she went to visit her family,

- so let's call them and see if she's there.
- Okay.

- [sighs]
- Saddle up, partner.

Hello, my sweethearts!

Who is it?

Alma and Becca.

Oh, I thought maybe it was
your loverboy.

Ay no! Stop it!

Do you have a loverboy, Grandma?

Please. I have a friend I go
to church with. That is all.

Okay, my angels.
I love to see you.

Tell me. What is going on?

We're looking for our mom.

She caught a flight to Mexico
last night.

We thought she might be
with you.

She's in Mexico
and she didn't call?

Do you have any idea
where she could be?

Well, where she should be
is here.

Just like you two.
You should be here.

Everyone should be here with me.

Could we come there?

Yes! Come! Come see me!

Maybe your mother is on her way.

Okay.

Fantastic.

Goodbye my loves!

- Bye. Miss you!
- Bye!

Okay, we'll just go for
a couple of days, make sure

Mom is okay, and then
just come right back home.

I love this plan.

Hey, how great is it
that we both speak Spanish?

[chuckles]
You're so weird.

[Elizabeth Carbe & Jean-Pierre
Durand: "Las Mañanitas" plays]

[church bell ringing]

Ayyy! I love seeing
my two granddaughters.

Oh my goodness, look at you.
Are you supermodels?

No, Grandma.

Well, I am.

[laughs] Hi!

Hi, Tía Monse! How are you?

Alma y Becca. My goodness.

The favorites
of my nieces and nephews.

I am wanting to know
how you are living.

I know a bar for cocktails
that is very agreeable.

Ay, Tio Oscar is away on
business, but he is wanting

to give you his hugs and kisses.

Oh, no. We love
Tio Oscar's hugs and kisses.

Yeah, they're so... friendly.

[weak chuckle]

Well, your mother still hasn't
responded to our calls.

I don't know where she could be.

She's a very private person.

Lots of secrets, I think.

So Becca, when is little baby
Reed or Becca coming?

Oh well, we'll see!

But we have something
to show you.

Does this look familiar to you?

We found this painting
of our mom.

It's signed by someone
named Alejandro.

No. We don't know any Alejandro.

Except Vicente Fernández's son,
Alejandro Fernández.

Who is that?

He is a very famous singer.

We don't really know him.

His father sings ranchero
with so much beauty.

[hums a tune]

Wait, wait Grandma.

Do you know any old boyfriend
who our mom might be visiting?

Boyfriend? No!

No she does not have
an old boyfriend!

Your mother has
an ex-boyfriend, but...

Enough, Monse!

No! We know nothing
of no boyfriends!

Would you mind taking
a closer look at this?

Just to make sure nothing
about it is familiar.

Mm...

No. Nothing.

Sorry.

♪ ♪

[whispers] Becca.

You brought us
in Abuelita's memory.

That's Mom.

Something feels wrong here.

Sorry.

I do not know this painting.

Do you understand?

Are you upset, Grandma?

No! I just don't want to talk
about it anymore.

Okay.

Hey. Look, Becca,
you made it onto

the great wall of matrimony.
Congrats.

[Becca chuckles] Yeah.

Oh.

I love that picture
of Mom and Dad.

[Alma] Yeah.

They look happy.

[Alma] So what do you think
Abuelita was hiding?

I don't know.

That vision we went into
was super weird.

It's like she was

- fighting it or something.
- Mm.

But maybe it was just her fears,
like it was with Dad?

[coughs] Um... no, I think that
was definitely a real memory.

Well, whatever it was,
she definitely

did not want us looking there.

Maybe you need to open up more.

What do you mean?

Look, you're
naturally empathetic.

And I think when you
access someone else's memory

you're taking on
all their emotions.

But if you can
learn to open up beyond that

and become nothing, the feelings
will flow right through you,

and then maybe you can
experience a clearer truth.

That totally makes sense
and sounds super easy.

Just keep trying.
You'll get it.

We'll talk to Abuelita again.

What about Tía Monse?

- What about her?
- She seemed to know something.

- We could ask her.
- [phone ringing, vibrating]

Okay. Let's start there.

Oy vey, it's Dad.

- [ringing, vibrating stops]
- Let's figure out what to say

when we get back.

[ Fernando Cavazos: "Quiero el Rescate" plays]

[all laughing]

[Alma] Dos más palomas
y un whiskey.

Gracias.

I am having so much fun.

Thank you for inviting me
to have drinks.

I feel like the...
the young girl who escapes

- to go to the parties. [gasps]
- [Alma] Oh!

- That sounds like Becca.
- No. Shh.

She used to sneak out
and kiss boys.

No way. You are lying to me,
because Becca always

- behaves like the good girl.
- [Becca] Right.

Alma, you're the one that
used to smoke weed in the attic.

[all laughing]

That is crazy.
Camila always acts like

you are perfect little angels...

- except Alma, not as much.
- [Alma] No,

Alma not as much.

- What about you, Tía?
- Me?

- Yes.
- Yeah, you.

Ay, ay, ay. Well,

when I was in secundaria,
in school,

I used to sell to the people...

how do you say in English, um...

cocaine.

- Wha... Oh!
- Holy sh*t!

I did not expect that. What?!

No, it was the ' s. I needed
money for my good fashion.

Oh, my God. Did our mom
ever do stuff like that?

- Like cool, fun things?
- [laughs] No.

God.

- Well...
- [gasps]

No.

- What was that pause?
- Was that?

- What pause? - There was a pausa!
- No, there was a pausa.

- No.
- [Alma] Pausa. Yes, there was.

It is not really
my secret to say,

- okay? No.
- [Becca] No, please. Please, Tía,

please tell us.
You know how secretive Mom is.

She'll never tell us. We just
want to get to know her better.

And what is Camila
going to say when

- she hears that I tell you this?
- We're not gonna

tell her sh*t.

- Tía. Tía!
- [groans]

- Tía...
- Okay, okay! Well...

earlier, when you were
asking about a boyfriend?

When we were young girls,
your mother had a boyfriend.

Uh, he was studying
in the church,

um, en el seminario,
to be a priest,

and they had such a great love
for each other.

This is opening up so easily.

Look. Tía Monse.

[Monse] I saw them
when I was a little girl.

At that age, I had seen kissing
in the movies and television,

but this was not fake like that.

The love they have
for each other is

maybe what I have been
looking for ever since

and I never did find.

It was a time
when Camila was someone else.

Someone light in the heart.

I want you to meet my boyfriend.

But you have to keep it
a secret, okay?

[Monse] They brought me
into their world,

- and we did become like a second family...
- [gasps]

...inside our own family.

But we did have to be careful.

Your mother would ask for me

to send secret messages
between them.

They used fake names

and secret areas to meet.

It felt for me
like being a little spy.

But Camila got in trouble,

and they sent him away
to another church.

It broke her heart.

I'm sorry.

[Monse] And after that,
your mother

- did become like a different person.
- [door closes]

She went away from home,

and your mother and I never did
have that same relationship.

I have to go away now.

[Monse] I don't know
if she blames me for the note.

But there is more
to this history.

When I have years old,

my mother said to me that Camila
went to the university,

but later, I hear her tell
my father something different.

She said that when the boy

became a priest, that Camila
went to live with him.

- In a sin.
- Oh, my God.

So she stayed with him
even when he was transferred?

At least, that is what I like
to tell myself

because it is less sad
to believe it this way.

Do you remember his name?
Was it Alejandro?

And could he have painted
a portrait of her?

No, that was not his name.

But, like I say,

they'd use codes
and secret names,

so maybe it is something
only she will understand.

Where is he now?

No, no.
[chuckles]

This I will not tell you.

- [Becca] No, please, Tía.
- No.

We just want to help her.
We are trying

to make things better
between us. Please.

That's all. I promise.

[church bell ringing]

[gasps]

[whispers]
That's him.

Come on. I got this.

Oh, hello.

Welcome to La Iglesia
de la Virgen de Guadalupe.

Cool. We're looking
for our mother.

Her name is Camila Diaz.

[Becca] She left town
a couple of days ago,

and we haven't heard from her.

- I-I am sorry to hear this.
- [Alma] Does the name

Alejandro mean anything to you?

Alejandro, Alejandro.

Uh, no, I-I do not think so.

Come on. We know
you had an affair with our mom,

and we know
you're back in her life.

We don't know that, actually.

- Little bit, we do.
- We don't know that for sure. We don't.

This is a tremendous accusation.

[Becca] Padre,
please forgive my sister.

She's sorry.

We are just very worried
about her,

and we're looking for any
information about where she is.

I am sorry
that you have lost your mother,

but I have not seen Camila

in many, many years.

You and your mother
are in my prayers.

Thank you very much
for your time, Father.

[whispers]
Let's go.

- [whispers] This guy's a liar.
- Stop it.

- Let's go.
- He's lying. See if you can find out the truth.

- Shh. Let's go.
- Do you want to find Mom or not?

- [sighs]
- You're the only one who can do it.

If I do it,
we'll just end up in The Fog.

- [Becca] He doesn't want us to know.
- Just try.

[Becca sighs]

[sighs]

[whooshing]

[Alma] Oh, wow.

- We shouldn't... [shushing]
- Do you know what my dream is?

That I will make love
to you again.

Camila, please. I'm tired.

[both chuckle]

No!

It's getting married,

and having a family.

With you.

Yes, I think I could
enjoy that life.

[sighs]

My family is already ashamed
that I was transferred.

If I'm excommunicated...

They'll never forgive me.

Camila.

We can't destroy our lives.

I don't want to destroy
your family, either.

We have commitments more
important than us.

I'm sorry, but...

I can't.

- [Alma] So they did break up.
- [Becca sighs]

This doesn't feel right.
I don't like this.

- It feels wrong to be...
- [Alma] It's fine.

Let's just go.

I know it's hard,

but that pain wasn't yours.

But if people don't want us
digging through their souls...

We're trying to help Mom.

Why is Dad so scared
of me doing this?

[scoffs]

I guess he just doesn't think
you could handle...

- certain aspects of it.
- Maybe he's right.

Forget about Dad.
I know you can do this.

And we're doing it
for a good reason.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Now, Abuelita.
She clearly knows something

she doesn't want to tell us
or even admit to herself.

I don't want to bother Abuelita.

But if you open yourself up
into her memories

like you did in there,

then you can break through
whatever she's hiding.

Okay, fine.

Let's just go and do this

and hope that she's the answer
to all this

so we can find Mom
and just go home.

Becca, I...

No, it's fine. Let's just go.

- Grandma?
- Yes?

Can we talk?

Of course. What is it, dear?

We know about out mother's
relationship with Father Reyes.

What are you talking about?

I don't know about that.

Are you sure you don't know
anything about the painting

or Alejandro?

Please.
Stop bothering me with this.

- I don't know.
- Do it.

- Do the thing.
- Okay. [inhales]

This is the memory
she was blocking.

There's Mom.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

That's the house
from the painting.

Camila!

What are you doing here?

Mom, how did you find me?

Is this where you live?

Who are you living with?

I know you're not
with Father Reyes anymore.

He came by the house
looking for you.

You must be living in sin
with someone new here.

Mom, I swear, it's not...

This is the kind of woman
you are?

One who just sleeps with
whoever comes along.

Mom, why are you saying this?

What will people think
when they find out...

Mom, please, let me explain.

You can do whatever you want,

but don't come back to my house.

You've embarrassed our family.

Mom, please...

Mom!

- Jesus Christ.
- [crying]

Abuelita treated Mom like that?

There's...

There's too much. I can't...

Okay. Get us out of here.

I'm a terrible mother.

I don't know
where Camila went...

but she's an adult.

I can't interfere
in her life again.

[sighs]

I'm going to go lie down.

[sighs]

[Becca] Well,
that felt horrible.

I'm sorry, Becca.

But we're going to fix
everything wrong

- with our family.
- [Becca crying]

I promise.

I just don't know
how this works.

- I don't know what I'm doing.
- Yeah, you do.

You're doing it.

Come on.

Let's go find Mom.

♪ ♪

Okay.

This is it.

This is the house
from the painting.

[phone vibrating]

It's Dad. He must be worried.

This will all be fixed, Becca.

You have the power
to fix anything we do.

This is the way.

We don't know, Alma,
who's gonna be behind that door.

And Mom doesn't want us to know.

- [sighs]
- This is our last chance

- to not do this.
- It'll be fine, okay?

[knocks on door]

Alma, I...

Becca?

- [groans] I...
- Becca?

- [Becca whimpers]
- Becca?

♪ ♪

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