¡Ay, mi madre!

Oh, my God.

Petra...

-Here, sweetheart. -Thank you, dear.

My mom...

Poor thing.

I was very sorry when I found out.

I didn't dare ask.

I won't be able to talk to her anymore.

Never again.

It's a fact of life, child.

But it's over now.

It hasn't even started. I still haven't been able to see her.

Does it scare you?

I just wanted to smoke a cigarette before going up.

I'm going to make a lentil stew.

It's such a shame.

Such a sudden death.

And she never had to take any medicine. I have more aches and pains than her.

Far more. Who would have imagined it? We are nobody.

We are nothing.

I'm very sorry, Mom.

Isa?

What?

How was it? Did she complain a lot?

I didn't notice if she did.

I heard a loud snore, and when I checked, she was already dead.

You haven't come to see her for a long time, right?

-How could she? -Well, you know...

We had our ups and downs.

-But like everybody else, right? -Yeah, sure.

Your mom talked about you a lot.

-Did she? -Yes.

-And what did she say? -Nothing much, typical mother stuff.

You know she had a terrible temper.

What shall we do? We'll have to tell everyone, won't we?

Whenever you say.

-You don't want to tell her anything else? -No.

Because from now on, I will talk to her for sure,

but not now, no...

-Listen... -Not now.

Your mom told me that if she died suddenly,

her shroud was in the closet in the small room, in a box.

I'll go and get it.

-I'll be right back. -All right.

You know what she was like...

Yes, I do.

She controlled everything. She always had the last word.

-Even after her death. -For sure. Even after her death.

-Oh, my. -Where are you going?

To get the shroud.

We cannot leave her in her pajamas.

I don't know...

The girls from Frozen.

They must have been on sale because why else would she buy me one, too?

Look. See?

No...

She would say, "I'm the blonde one and you are the other one."

No, the shroud...

I'll get it, yes, but she liked telling people what to do. I was sick of her.

Always bossing people around.

Wait! I'll go with you!

She might be in heaven, but I'm in paradise.

Good God, my mom's shroud is...

It's my flamenco dress.

Did you double check?

It's the only box that was in the closet. Go and see for yourself.

We had so many fights because she didn't want me to party,

and now look at her... Surrounded by so much happiness.

Yes, she loved you in her own way.

-Isa, I can't do this. -What?

-I'm leaving. -Where are you going?

I'm leaving because I can't handle this. Listen...

You can't leave!

Nobody has seen me. Only Petra.

You talk to her later and explain it to her because I can't...

-No way, no... -Isa, please, let me go...

Okay, listen to me, María...

No way! I'm not staying here with you alone. Fuck it!

Hey, come here!

-This is a sign from your mom. -What?

-A sign... -Really?

Your mom didn't want people to be sad at her wake.

-Don't you think so? Yes. -Do you?

Of course!

If she wanted to dress as a flamenco dancer...

That's what we're going to do.

Okay, that's it.

This is crazy.

Crazy.

Look at her.

Should we put some makeup on her? Don't you think she looks a bit blue?

Blue? Well, she always had a very strange complexion. Very ugly.

So we'll put some makeup on her.

Do you think people will understand it?

But how do I do it? I've never seen her with makeup on.

Me neither.

I don't know... You can paint a beauty spot on her.

And put on some lipstick.

-And eyeliner. -Eyeliner.

To give her a gypsy touch, right?

-Speaking of gypsy touches... -Touches...

We still have to... We'll put them on her.

Her hands a very stiff already.

Don't worry. Nobody will pay attention to that

after the show we've set up here.

Good God...

She didn't miss any details.

She never did.

Right. Let me through.

-Where are you going? -We have to tell everyone.

But I'll tell you, people will talk about this.

-Wait, where are you going? -Well, I...

We should also dress for the occasion...

I'm not dressing as a flamenco dancer. I've never done it.

And I'm not fucking doing it for a wake.

-It's not that. -So what is it?

-You do her makeup. -Me?

I'll bring some carnations. This house is going to look so beautiful.

And I'll have a flower in my hair, okay?

It's going to look so beautiful...

She's crazier than her mother...

-Listen to me. -What?

Tell anyone who comes

that we will serve them a drink in my mom's honor.

By all that's holy!

Oh, my...

I love it, Paquita.

Because I'm going to paint you like an old door.

This is crazy.

It's unbelievable.

I didn't want to leave.

I swear on Dad's memory. May God have...

Wherever it is that you're going.

I was across the street for two hours waiting for you to come out,

but deep down you and I are the same.

We're both too proud.

That's why I understand...

You know...

You won't be angry because I didn't call you, will you?

I just hope you won't.

And you weren't wrong.

You knew he wasn't right for me.

I knew it, too.

But I needed to see it for myself.

I needed to get away from you.

And he tricked me with a bunch of promises, Mom.

But you insisted so much on finding me a man

and I insisted on doing the opposite...

I hopped on the first train without your approval.

But I don't regret it, okay?

I needed to experience that.

But...

I didn't know you'd go so soon

or that I'd miss you so much.

Mom!

Please, don't scare me like this. My heart can't take it.

You want to tell me something, don't you?

Mom?

María?

-Hurry up, child! -Isabel...

Isabel, my God.

I told a few people and you know how quickly news travels...

People will be here soon.

Isa, you don't know what happened.

What? Did you see a carriage at the door?

-Come on! -My mom appeared to me.

Don't talk nonsense.

Why would you say that?

Where is she going with all that flounce?

I'm telling you, I saw her in her flamenco dress.

Maybe she wants to tell you something. She won't shut up even after her death.

We're missing something, Isa. We're missing something.

We can put her in the cocktail cabinet.

It's the only thing we haven't done.

What could it be, Isa? Think.

-What is it? -Do you want to drive me crazy?

I saw her so clearly. She was so beautiful.

My mom is like me. With a bit of makeup on, we glow.

That's true. But don't worry.

I painted her like an old door.

I've never seen her so happy. She wasn't very eloquent, but she was...

-She was... -No, she wasn't...

No, she didn't express her feelings. Your mother was...

A very special person.

Okay, I told everyone already. Your cousin Segundo is on his way.

-He will inform the family. -Poor Segundo.

-He won't understand... My boy... -Hey.

You know you're going to drive him crazy, right?

-Me? -Yes, you.

-He cried his eyes out when you left. -What are you talking about?

Everything I do is wrong?

Okay, I'm not saying anything else.

I won't. I don't want any problems.

That's better. Here.

Put one in every woman's hair, and the rest of them...

-in the vases. -A carnation?

-This is just... -Tell everyone we don't want any crying.

My mom didn't want anybody to cry.

She was next to me

My mother wanted to die