Out Of The Clear Blue Sky (Como caído del cielo)

NETFLIX PRESENTS

Pedro! Pedro! Pedro!

Shut up!

Why are you interrupting me? You scared my audience away.

What audience?

The one I carry in my heart.

You have been singing nonstop since you arrived.

I've told you a thousand times,

as soon as you give me my ticket to Heaven, I'll stop singing.

If it were up to us, we would have dispatched you a long time ago.

Well, I'm tired of being stuck in limbo.

I wish we could send him to Hell.

Hell? No way, gentlemen!

That's where we send incorrigible womanizers like you.

What about all the joy I brought to my people

with my movies and songs?

That's why you're here. You did too much good to rot in Hell.

But you behaved too badly to be allowed in Heaven.

Badly? In your dreams.

No woman ever took me seriously because they said I played the field.

And I played the field because no woman ever took me seriously.

Explain.

You see, women were what kept me strong.

They were my vitamins.

Thanks to them, I was able to sing about love.

-God is love, right? -Yes.

Then I was like his prophet.

Think about all the people who fell in love to my songs.

It's not fair that I'm stuck here.

Let's give him another chance.

That way, it'll be easier to get rid of him.

I'm sorry.

It was all my fault.

Cousin! You're here early.

-What's up with you? -You know...

Praying for you both.

Even though I know your marriage wasn't going that well.

Move over.

What's wrong, Doctor? Father, what are you doing here?

It's been 90 days since he went into a coma.

He's not going to wake up.

Why should we keep him alive?

So this poor and honorable family goes into debt?

I'm the only one going into debt, Dad.

And if you cared so much about the hospital bills,

-you wouldn't have stolen the money... -Stolen?

...my coworkers raised.

I invested it at the track.

If only your mother could see you...

Calm down, Uncle.

If we need money to keep Pedro Guadalupe alive, I can chip in.

What will you chip in? I already paid for everything.

Enough. Father,

please get on with your job and give him the holy oils.

When the dog dies, so does the rabies.

Hold on. I'm his wife.

Nothing happens unless I say so. Isn't that right, Doctor?

You get the final word, ma'am.

Honey, please understand.

You can't be tied to this dying womanizer.

I want to talk to you, Doctor.

Get out of here.

Show me some respect. I'm your father!

Remember your wedding vows, cousin. "In sickness and in health."

-Stay out of it. -In sickness!

-Get out of here. -What a temper. Come on. Let's go.

Not you, Father.

Give it to me straight, Doctor.

Do you think my Pedro Guadalupe could wake up someday?

If it weren't for these machines...

he would die immediately.

Are you sure?

There's nothing we can do.

Go ahead, Father.

-Are you ready? -God!

Your time has come.

Goodness! That's why you wouldn't let me look at you!

And they say I'm indecent.

Cover your eyes, Sister. I don't want you to die from the shock.

-She can't see you. -She didn't recognize me.

Or hear you.

-Pedro, this is your chance. -Yes.

You will borrow a body.

A body?

Either you prove once and for all that you deserve Heaven,

or you'll go straight to...

Understood?

Not really, but I never back down.

As long as I don't go back to limbo, it's all the same to me.

Sorry, wrong room.

This way.

You'll borrow the body of one of your impersonators,

who, following in your footsteps, ended up in a coma.

He was caught by his lover's husband?

Or worse, his wife caught him with a lover?

To save yourself, you have to fix in his life

what you couldn't fix in yours.

You will have to be faithful.

And you can't say that you are Pedro Infante.

Nor ask about your past.

Or there will be consequences.

From now on, your name is Pedro Guadalupe Ramos.

I'm ready, Doctor.

It's now or never.

Hold on...

-He's blinking! -What?

Doctor!

You're alive! You're alive!

Who are you?

What do you mean? She's your lawfully wedded wife.

-Really? -Yes.

Yes.

In that case, come here.

I was betting he'd be gone in less than 30 days.

Narciso gave him no more than 60, and you, maximum 90 days.

So, no one won because he's alive and well.

And you kept our money.

The resurrected has arrived!

-My dear son-in-law. -Dad.

Give me that. It's out of tune.

It's tuned for his classes at the conservatory,

not for playing along with his band.

When did he learn to play the violin?

The doctor said that since he lost his memory

he might act strangely.

I need to keep a close watch on him.

He looks fine. Maybe being in the hospital did him some good.

Maybe you'll make him a hard-working man.

That'd be nice.

You should have seen the way he kissed me.

Great! A fresh start, sis.

Maybe you can make him behave.

No, I can't stress him out. He needs rest.

For now.

Now it's your turn.

Who's going to help you pay the hospital bills?

Quiet.

What's for lunch, babe? I mean, my love.

I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse.

-Can I see that? -Okay.

You have one of those too?

I'm an Uber driver now.

No, you're not a driver.

You're a chauffeur.

It's an Uber Black.

Can I see it?

Oh, my God. It's alive.

Get it out! Get it out!

We have to remind him.

There's a reason why he woke up just in time.

It's a sign.

Don't even think about it.

You heard what Raquel said. No stress. He needs to rest.

If he's not going to work, then why did he wake up?

Am I excited, or does this woman have Marilyn's lips, Jackie's calves,

and Elizabeth Taylor's ears?

-What did you say? -Nothing.

Just thanking Saint Pachomius for waking me up.

I made up the couch for you.

-Aren't we married? -Yes, but...

You've been sleeping on the couch for a while now.

Come. You'll remember.

Why don't you help me remember?

I didn't wake up just to continue being alone.

You haven't looked at me like that since we were dating.

What a waste.

I hope it hasn't been long.

Lie down.

The doctor said you need to rest.

-Put your feet up. -Lie down with me.

Come closer, woman. I don't bite.

It's okay.

I hope this is a new start for us.

Did I behave that badly?

You always came home late...

but you came.

Except the last time when they found you beaten in the gutter.

How did I get there?

Nobody knows.

Pedro!

Pedro!

What are you doing?

Hi.

It was uneven.

That's why it was dripping and making noise.

I checked the compressor, but it started making noise again.

Well, not anymore.

Forget about that. Do you want some breakfast?

I took the liberty of making you some breakfast, ma'am.

Look at this.

But that's too much for me.

I made it for you and me.

I wasn't going to let you eat breakfast alone, was I?

Come on, sit down.

No. Let me go to the bathroom. I'll be right back.

I won't be long.

What's up, Miss Roach?

What are you doing here?

Isn't my wife perfect?

Getting into Heaven will be easier than I thought.