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02x08 - We All Love Each Other

Posted: 01/29/23 09:05
by bunniefuu
[Cielobrujo: "Mirame" plays]
[lively chatter]


[clinking on glass]

[Camila] We would like to say
a few words.

Alejandro, we are so proud of you.

And we're so happy that
Malik is now part of our lives.

Thanks, Mom and Dad.

Now let's dance.



♪ ♪

- Oh!
- Hey, oh!

Hey, oh!

[high-pitched ringing]


- You okay?
- [scoffs]

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm fine.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Of course.

You know how everything's
perfect here,

and we all love each other?


You ever get the feeling
that there's...

something else
that needs to be fixed?

You're kidding, right?
That's a joke?

Just, like, deep down
in your gut?

No. Alma,
you need to trust this.


- I do.
- Okay.

I trust this.

♪ ♪

[insects trilling]

[elevator bell dings]

[footsteps approaching quickly]

Press the button.

Why? We're happy here.

- But I'm not.
- What do you mean you're not?


[phone vibrating]



[Camila] Your father
had a stroke.

We're in the hospital.

My God.
We'll be right there.

I told you there was something
wrong with this reality.

- Alma, it could have happened in any reality.
- I don't know.


- [sighs] You made it.
- [Becca] Of course.

- Where is he?
- What's going on? Where's Dad?

They took him to surgery.

They found a blood clot.

He's paralyzed
on his right side.

[sobbing] He can't talk.

How could he do this to me?

- It's okay.
- [Becca] Oh, Mom.

- He'll recover.
- Okay, don't worry. We're gonna fix this.

Yeah, we'll call Rosario.
She'll know what to do.

Yeah. We can start there.

[Camila] I'm so glad
you're all here.

It's gonna be okay.

♪ ♪

[groans softly]

I'm so sorry, Dad.

- This is my fault.
- [groans]

I shouldn't have pushed so hard.

If you hadn't worn yourself out
saving Grandma Ruchel...



blame yourself."

But it depleted you, Dad.

Helping change my mother's life

is the greatest gift
you could have give me.

Don't take that away.

But there has to be
something we can do.

Something to change this.

Right now, I need to rest.


[Rosario] Your place is
feeling great.

- You really think so?
- Yes.

The energy is very good.

You're healing people here.
[car doors close]

Oh. I think I hear
Mom and Dad. Be right back.

So, what happened to the door?

The one you couldn't
get through?

Oh. Um, my grandmother's
childhood self

was trapped behind it.

Uh, once we helped her forgive
herself, it rippled through,

healing stuff
throughout the whole family.

No big deal.

Sounds like no big deal.

It's been incredible.

You know, until now.

Don't worry. We'll help him.


Mm, you're sure there was
nothing else behind the door?



No reason.
[door opens]

- Look who's here.
- Oh, look at you.

You're doing great.

Hello, my love.

Thank you for coming.

Of course.

I'm gonna grab some towels.

- Okay. See you in there.
- Mm-hmm.


Did you lock the closet?


[wind whistles]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Alma] I'm not gonna lose him
again, Becca.

You can count on that.

Alma, we don't know
what's gonna happen, okay?

These treatments,
they could heal him.

And if they don't?

There's no going back
to change this.

You said yourself
that Dad told you

you cannot undo this.

Plus, we can't go back to a life
where Alejandro was abandoned.

Right, but there's
a whole new time line now.

Maybe we can find something
in here that caused the stroke,

- and we just stop it.
- Well, even if we could stop Dad

from smoking and eating sugar,

we're still not sure that
that would prevent this stroke.

We're gonna create a time loop.

- Time loop?
- We'll just live

- from when we changed the time line...
- Uh-huh.

...up until
when he had the stroke.

We'll just stay
in that happy zone forever.

Yeah, but then
Nicolás would never grow up,

and we would just be
stuck in this...

Alma, don't we have to accept

that hard things
are gonna happen?

Like, being able to move
through this kind of stuff,

- that is life.
- But not Dad dying.

Why don't we just ask Dad?

He probably has a million ideas.

He doesn't want
to live like this.


There has to be something
we can do to change this.

How can we help you?

"During the massage... mother came to me
and told me...

...I will join her soon.

Part of me is scared.

But death is not the end.

I'm ready.

I think...


I'm ready."

♪ ♪


[Alma] You keep telling me
I'm more than just

the bad choices I've made.

That inside
I want to help people.

Where do you think I get that?

Wait. Where's Dad?

There's got to be a way.

Can't the you now
help the her then?


I mean...

Do I really have to accept this?

Do I?

- [rumbling]
- Oh, shit. Someone's calling.

Oh, my God, of course.

[phone vibrating]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Alma] Dad strived to do
what was right.

Sometimes he got it wrong.

But when he did, he was able
to see himself and try again.

And not just for him,
for everyone in his life,

to make our lives better.

Maybe that's what we're
ultimately meant to do here.

Face ourselves, for the sake
of our relationships.

For the people we love.

Maybe that's all that matters.

These invisible threads running
between us and through us,

throughout time.

These invisible lines
that bind us and set us free.

[voice breaking] I'm so happy
to be tied to all of you,

and I know Dad was, too.

I can't believe he's gone,

'cause I can still feel
the tug of that tie.

But someone very cool
told me that...

...part of life is accepting

that bad things are
gonna happen.

And finding ways...

to move through them together.


[insects trilling]

[door rattling]

Aah! [gasps]

Having trouble
with your door again?

No, I'm-I'm good.
I, um, I got it.

What did you see in there?

What are you afraid of?

I saw my grandmother as a child.

And my brother in the orphanage.

And myself.

From the other time line
before I came through,

when I wasn't sure
if I had saved my dad or not,

if I was crazy or not.

She's just sitting there,
waiting for the answer.

- And that scares you?
- Well, I can't go back to her.

But you feel you need to?

Well, my grandmother
and my brother were left behind.


So, you've left yourself behind?

No. I...

I don't owe her anything.

Oh, okay.

[sniffs] Ooh, these are dirty.

Hey, what do you call a monkey

- with bananas in her ears?
- What?

Whatever you want.
She can't hear you. [laughs]

What is this?
What are you doing?

I'm looking up jokes
for Nicolás.

Well... he does love monkeys.

Okay, what's red
but smells like blue paint?

[clears throat] What?

Red paint.

- [laughs]
- So, what, it's just, like, all paint?

What's that supposed to mean?


I thought your fog was over.

It... might not be.


Alma, you have to see this.


Come on.

That's you.

- From my old life.
- Yeah.

[Becca] [echoing] Alma?

Alma, we came to visit.

Will you talk to us?

You don't need to come here.

We want to.

You think I'm a f*ck.


We want to make you better.

Don't do that.

God. What is the point of this?

Are you hurting yourself?

Get out. Get out.

Get out. Get out.

Get out!

Oh, f*ck. I have to go back.

To your old time line?

That's her future without me.

This is what I've been feeling
needs to be fixed.



Why is she so sad?

She doesn't know
it can be better.

I don't want you to go.

I don't want to go, either.

But I've been telling everybody
to face their truth,

and now this is...

this is my truth.

Okay, but how are you
gonna help her?

I never thought I'd be able
to accept Dad's death.

But having this experience
with you...

I feel different. Stronger.

Our relationships feel stronger.

I got to bring that to her.

♪ ♪

[dialogue inaudible]

♪ ♪

- Mom.
- Hmm?

I just want to say it's been
really nice seeing you happy.


Well, it was difficult
to lose your father,

but I'm trying my best.

I mean our whole lives.

Seeing you and Dad together,

in love, and having Alejandro
in our lives,

seeing the joy
that he brings you,

that he brings all of us.

It's been really nice.


I guess it has been
a good life. Hmm.

I love you so much, Mom.

You know that, right?

And I'm so sorry
if I was ever mean to you.

I just didn't understand

you were going through.

I love you, too.


Man, those gloves are
pretty wet, huh?

[chuckles] I know.


[takes deep breath] Okay.

Here I go.

[Alma gasps softly]



[inhales deeply] Hmm.


Don't forget me.


How could I?

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

[Becca] Yes, Mom,
of course we're gonna be safe.

Okay, so don't make any stops,

but if we happen to drive
through Saltillo,

stop and get some tile for you.

[scoffs] Okay, got it.

Oh, Alma's here. I got to go.

She wants to talk to you.
It's Mom.

- Hi, Mom.
- Mija.

I was so worried about you.

- Sam, too.
- Sam's there?

We're so glad
that you're coming home.

And we're going to get
you help, okay, mi amor?

Um... okay.

We can try that.

That's my good girl.

Okay, Sam wants to talk to you.

Uh... [sighs]

- [Sam] Hey, Alma.
- Hey.

I'm really sorry things
went down the way they did.

- I know.
- We can talk about it more when you're back.

I mean, only if you want to,
or whatever, n-no pressure.

- We'll see.
- Okay.

Well, have a fun drive back.

Not fun. Safe.

Right, uh, your mom is saying
don't have fun. Be safe.

- I didn't say not to have fun. Just be safe first.
- [chuckles]


Yeah, I-I heard her.
Bye, Sam.



[seat belt clicks]

♪ ♪

Did you see something?

I thought I did,
but I'm not sure anymore.

You want to go back?


Let's go home.

♪ ♪

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