El Otro Padre

Your grandmother made my graduation dress.

No wonder it looked so horrible in the photos.

- - Did you have a boyfriend then?

- Yes. - Was he handsome?

I haven't seen any photos.

Luckily, there weren't cell phones or social media back then.

And, yes, he was handsome.

But no one was as handsome as your dad.

No one is more handsome than Dad, Mom.

No one.

So for graduation, I was wondering if you could give me something special.

When our party's over,

I'd like to hang out with a few of my friends.

Victoria's coming.

I've got tables set up and all those chairs…

We hired a caterer.

There's a stage, so you and dad can sing together.

Wouldn't it be better if you invited everyone

to hang here after the party.

The idea is to get away from parents.

I promise I won't drink, even if they beg me to.

Maybe we should ask your dad.

Motion approved by the president's faithful secretary.

Oh, yeah!

Dad will take you there and pick you up.

- Okay? - Yeah, sure.

Deal.

But first things first, miss.

Let's do a mic check.

- Yeah. - Huh?

Whose eyes are those?

- Dad, you're so embarrassing. - Come on, whose eyes are those, huh?

Yours.

- Uh-huh. -

- Careful, Dad. - I love you.

We're so proud of you, baby.

That's why we've got a surprise for you. We've got you a graduation gift.

There's a crowd down there waiting, so come on.

I'll be right there. I just need a second.

- Don't take too long. - Hurry up.

["I'm Coming for Ya" by Emmett O'Malley playing]

- She's coming! Shh. Let's do this. - So you…

- -

- Ready? - Ta-dah!

And… what's this?

- Nana. - Oh, yes.

- No! - Yeah!

- What is it? - No!

- You're kidding? - Yes!

Hey, hey, hey.

Bravo!

So I have your permission to drive now?

I'm only strict when it's for your health.

Didn't I take you to get your license, my love?

Congratulations again, sweetheart.

- - You like it?

You deserve everything, Julieta. You've earned it.

You've overcome so much and worked so hard these past few years.

Everyone knows you're the best.

And you're gonna ruin your makeup if you cry.

Bring it in. Come on.

- - Sotomayor group hug!

Yeah! There she is.

- Firsts guests are here. - Victoria!

- Look at that! - It's a graduation gift.

- Yolanda, how are you? - Ricardo. I'm good.

- Hey, María. - Hi.

Yolanda, nice to see you. How are you all?

Thanks for coming.

Is your mom gonna let you hang after?

- Yeah! - Yes!

An after party? Victoria didn't ask for permission to go.

- Did she ask you? - Um…

I heard from Juana that so many cute boys will be there.

- No! - Yes!

Since Victoria turned 18, she's been acting like she's the boss.

You don't know what you're in for when it's Julieta's turn.

I'm aware. Come in.

It's official. I'm gonna lose my virginity tonight!

- Oh, yeah! Yeah! -

Grandpa, you scared us.

- Congratulations, honey! - Thank you!

- -

Love you, sweetheart!

Yeah! Yes!

They're like two peas in a pod.

And Maca's still dancing. She's been going strong for hours.

My grandkids and my son, they're as good as professionals.

- -

- Oh my God! She just fell. - What happened?

- Everybody back up! Give them some space! - Julieta!

- Dial 911. Who has a phone? - Oh my goodness. Is she okay?

Dear God!

We can't wait for an ambulance. We have to go now.

Let's go. Pick her up.

- Hurry. -

This way. Be careful. You guys got her?

You two to go ahead.

Be careful, Dad. Let's go!

MY DAUGHTER'S FATHER

CREATED BY ROBERTO STOPELLO

CENTRAL STANDARD TIME

Thanks.

I'LL TEXT YOU AS SOON AS WE KNOW SOMETHING. LOVE YOU.

Maca!

- How's she doing? - What is it?

- They had to draw yours? - Yes.

It was decompensated kidney failure, but she's responding to treatment.

How… How serious?

The moment we all feared is here. Julieta needs a kidney transplant.

- But-- - But what?

I mean, your kidney is a match for her, right?

Her blood protein results were extremely irregular.

So I requested further testing be done.

And we found a mutation in her genes. It's not good.

What's that have to do with your transplant for Julieta?

It's called Alport syndrome. The majority of women are asymptomatic.

But since they both have it, the transplant would fail.

Is it hereditary?

Yes. Macarena inherited it from her parents or grandparents,

and Julieta from Maca or her grandparents.

- Couldn't it have come from my side? - We'd need a DNA test to be positive.

Draw some of my blood to see if I'm match or have the syndrome,

a DNA test.

- Yeah, and test me. - Me too.

- Mm-hmm. - Thank you.

Thank you.

- -

That was so cringe. No one's allowed to post on Instagram.

I wanna go home. I wanna drive my car.

Of course you do, sweetheart.

- It's your kidneys. You know the drill. - Dad, you're hiding something. Tell me.

Dad, am I dying?

- No. - Of course not.

You just need reinforcements. A transplant, as soon as possible.

So are you only gonna have one kidney left in you now?

I'd give both right now to cure you.

Unfortunately, there's an issue.

Mom isn't able to donate anymore,

but your brothers and I are going to get tested today.

Everything will be fine, sweetheart. Okay?

Please stop arguing with your mom.

What can I do? She won't get off my back.

Oh, my dear! I'm overjoyed you're safe and sound.

Here. Let me.

You can't miss a single dialysis session.

- No excuses. - You're an anesthesiologist.

- What do you know? - Julieta!

This isn't a joke.

We'll be even more strict with what we eat from now on.

What?

I only ever prepare food Julieta can eat, Señora Maca.

Have you been eating junk food in secret again?

- Did you drink at the party? -

Hey, could you both calm down, please? Maca!

How am I gonna get you to understand that this,

all of this, is poison for your kidneys.

At the party, did you have any alcohol or not?

Did you drink?

It was just one shot of tequila.

I can't lift a finger without your permission.

- All I do is bad! - Things will get back to normal.

It's for your own good.

Nothing's ever gonna be normal.

Don't say that.

One of the three of us will be a match. I promise, Julieta. Okay?

I remember Mom making that promise. And I got your syndrome.

Anything that happens to me is your fault. I'm done with it.

I have to obey your orders. I'm tired. I won't do it anymore!

Julieta. Julieta--

Let her go.

She's right, Ricardo.

This is all my fault.

- -

Bernardo can't keep bringing this kind of junk into the house, Nana.

It's too much of a temptation for her.

There isn't any alcohol in this entire house, right?

Right, señora. I even check under the mattresses.

So it is a prison!