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Mrs. Clotilde!

Mrs. Clotilde!

It's me, Lalo!

I brought your stuff!

I'm going in!

Ma'am?

Are you okay?

Mrs. Clotilde!

Ma'am!

What are you doing?

I'm getting dressed!

- Sorry, I didn't know! - I'll be right down!

Damn cabinet.

It's stuck,

but I'll fix it.

Did you take your meds?

Hi, love. Aurora?

Don't be mad, okay?

I know I crossed a line, I just got angry.

You know I'm not like that, babe. You know me.

You're right. I'll go back to therapy, okay? For us.

Forgive me, beautiful.

I don't like us to fight, we're a family.

Okay.

We'll be just fine. I promise.

Okay.

I'm going to give you some space. See you tomorrow, okay?

Put some ice on your face. I love you.

Don't look back. Don't look back.

- Martín? - I was calling you.

Something happen to mom?

No, she's fine. I'm here with her. It's just...

You have to come back home. I'll tell you when you get here.

I'll call you back, okay?

DON'T LOOK BACK

Aurora.

Auro!

Hey, dude...

You look older.

Thank you very much, you too.

Well, I'll always be four minutes younger, so...

Why didn't you turn around?

You sounded just like him.

What happened?

Nothing, I bumped into something. When did you get here?

Yesterday.

I got a lift.

It's really nice to see you.

Well then, what happened?

He was putting away the groceries,

he slipped, and...

Bye.

Poor man.

Well, Mr. Dominguez wasn't so young himself.

I guess he wasn't up to coming around here to help mom every week.

And she found him, but...

But what?

Better if we get inside. Mom's watching TV.

She cut dad out of every picture.

She's getting worse.

Hi, mom.

Darling!

You're all very huggy.

Oh, yeah, I know you don't like it.

I know that.

How are you?

Like St. Jill, over the hill.

And no one likes visiting old people.

I'm sorry for not coming around as often.

The city is pure chaos!

You have everything you need here.

Well, I have a life over there, too.

Oh, Lalo was the only one who came by.

They told me you found him.

Who?

Oh, yeah!

Poor thing.

He was just lying there.

I'm sorry, I know you cared for him.

- Mom... - No!

That's your dad's seat!

He's on his way.

Oh, yes...

What did the doctor say?

Her dementia is going to get worse.

She can't live alone.

So, I was thinking...

Maybe she could go home with you?

Why not your place?

Because my roommate has a cat.

And mom is allergic to cats.

A roommate?

A roommate.

Well, my house is too small, I work all day long, and...

I'm also in a relationship, it's complicated.

And how does he treat you?

Why don't we just focus on what to do with mom?

Get her someplace?

I mean, a nursing home.

It's sad to see the house like this.

Yeah.

Since dad died no one did anything for the place.

Remember when they let us go to the lake camp?

What else do you remember?

All I need to.

I hardly remember anything.

It's weird.

And they say childhood experiences stick to you forever.

Who says?

Psychologists.

You going to therapy?

I went to three sessions.

I'd like to remember more about dad.

The only thing I remember is seeing him there, lying on the stairs.

It's been a long time.

Still...

Seeing your dad die at 12 years old brands you forever.

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY! THE WORLD IS A BETTER PLACE...

Don't look back.

Damn it.

Looks bad, but it's good.

Since when do you cook?

My roommate taught me a trick or two.

Your what?

I live with a guy and we split the rent, mom.

Since when?

Almost a year.

What's his name?

Who?

Your roommate.

Jorge.

Enjoy.

What, you're not going to serve your dad?

- My dad? - Of course! He's hungry too.

And you know he loves pasta.

And how grumpy he gets when he's hungry.

Okay.

Mom...

Dad's not here.

He is.

Mom...

- Dad's... - I understand you had issues with him.

But that doesn't give you the right to get like this.

- Like what? - Like this!

Letting yourself get lost in anger and bad memories.

With that attitude.

I won't argue the first night.

How can you hate him?

How can you not hate him?

- He's my husband. - And we're your children!

And he is not your husband. He was. Because he's dead.

It's good, right?

Your dad is here.

I miss you.

MARTÍN: I don't know how to ask. Auro doesn't want to discuss it.

Insist. You need to know about yourself.

She went to bed.

No, I don't smoke that stuff anymore.

Hey...

I don't think we should be indulging her ideas about dad.

I didn't know what to do.

Isn't it normal for stuff like this to happen when grieving?

What grief? He died 24 years ago.

Yeah.

Did you see she's got dirt all over her hands,

and her arms are all black and blue?

She was probably working in the garden and hurt herself.

Bruises don't just happen.

Look.

We have to find somewhere for her.

A nursing home.

Yes, a nursing home, Martín. Quit saying it with that tone.

In the movies they look like dumps.

Yeah, but she can't come to our places, or is yours available?

We should find somewhere close.

But it has to be now, I have to go.

Because of your complicated relationship.

Among other things.

Well, I'm turning in.

Auro.

Why do you hate dad?

I don't hate him, but he's dead now.

INCOMING CALL JUAN CARLOS

Hello.

Love, I was worried you weren't picking up.

Yeah, sorry. My mom's getting worse and worse, I was busy.

Oh, love, what a bummer.

I'm very sorry.

But that's the deal with age, baby.

Yeah, well, we're...

We're thinking of admitting her into a nursing home.

Jesus.

I think that would be best.

But I think your brother should take care of it. He's the man.

You'll wear yourself out there, love. You know how you get with stress.

I think you better come back.

I'm worried about you. Your brother is there, anyway.

Yeah.

Mom?

Mom!