¡Que Viva México!

Congratulations, Pancho!

Who would've thought someone with your shady background

would get so far, and become the corporate general manager.

Cheers!

- Cheers. - To success in your new position.

Thanks, Don Jaime, but I owe it all to you and your trust in me.

Nonsense! You earned it in your own right.

It's a shame your family couldn't be here on such an important day.

I would love to meet them and congratulate them in person.

You might not remember, but I told you a while back

that my parents passed away when I was an only child.

My only family is my dear Mari and my beautiful children.

You don't need much else, my boy.

Your wife's a hot piece of ass.

You truly hit the jackpot. She's pretty much the reason

you've been losing your tackiness, and small town ways.

Isn't that right, Mariquita?

Thanks, Don Jaime.

Dinner is served, please take your seats.

Go ahead.

- Monsignor, please. - Please, go ahead.

Thanks.

- Your napkin, dear. - Sorry, my love.

Thank you.

Enjoy everyone. We hired an excellent caterer.

Try the foie gras, sir

and the Jabugo ham is to die for.

Are we expecting anyone?

Honey, did you invite anyone else?

Sir?

There are two men at the door asking for you.

They say they're relatives, but they're really ugly and they stink.

I'm sure there must be some kind of mistake.

Don Jaime, give me two minutes to sort this out.

I'll be right back. Excuse me.

Check it out, Pops!

I figured this son of a bitch was swimming in cash,

and that's why he's forgotten about us.

Do you know them?

Do you know this pair of shabby scumbags?

Who, them? No, I've never met them.

Listen up pals! This is private property.

If you don't fuck off right now,

I'll call my bodyguards to kick you out!

López probably sent them to ruin the party.

Listen up, dandies!

First person that moves gets pumped full of lead!

Pops, I've told you, no one calls them dandies anymore.

That was back in your day. Like the President says,

these fuckers are privileged conservatives.

To me, they're the same scum that derailed the Revolution.

Dad! Grandpa!

This isn't the time.

Let me send my guests home, and we'll talk this through.

Screw your guests.

The only way they're leaving is in a body bag!

Stop the nonsense!

Friends, let's not get caught up in the intolerance and polarization

promoted by this populist government.

If it's money you want, I have plenty.

I'll give you as much as you want.

- Take your money... - Yes.

- ...roll it up... - Yes?

And stick it up your ass.

Please get a grip on Grandpa. Dad, I'm begging you.

- You're going to ruin my life! - Ruin your life, Panchito?

Look how you've treated us, ungrateful bastard.

The whole family made sacrifices to put you through college,

and look how you've repaid us.

Twenty years of neglect and abandonment!

All the while living the high life at our expense, huh?

All right, Rosendo. Quit being such a pansy.

Take them to the back, let's get this over with!

Yes, Pops. Come on, move it!

You too, blondie! Move your asses!

- You're staying right here. - Panchito, come with me.

- Come on, hurry. - Wait, no!

Go on, move it!

Back to the wall!

Now, face the firing squad!

Dad, Grandpa...

I realize I've been an ungrateful, lousy son,

but I swear that from now on, things will be different.

What's mine will be yours, and I will never abandon you.

Too late, Panchito.

The hour of revolutionary justice has come for you.

The poor come first now!

- Blindfold him, Rosendo. - Sure, Pops!

Please don't!

Please, Dad. I'm begging you.

Think of my children.

You've always been so good to me.

Sorry, Panchito.

When you had the chance to help us, you didn't.

It's time for you to pay for all your bullshit.

By the way, your mother and siblings send their love.

Thank you.

- Ready, Rosendo? - Yes, Pops.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Fran? Fran!

Pancho!

Having one of your nightmares again?

Oh, Mari, you have no idea what a horrible dream I had.

- Your family, again? - Yeah.

I've told you a thousand times, you need to see a therapist.

This isn't normal. Now, let me get some sleep

before your alarm goes off.

Yeah, I could use some sleep myself,

I have a big day tomorrow.

Good morning.

- Morning, Dad! - Good morning, Lupita.

I'm meeting with Don Jaime, I can't be late.

- Can I fix you something? - Just a coffee, real quick.

How do I look?

A little tired, but super handsome.

- So handsome, Daddy! - Thanks, sweetie.

Why do you keep wearing those shoes with that suit?

The black Ferragamos look so much better.

I don't have time to change, what can I say?

Fix your shirt, it looks wrong.

Hello? Yes, this is the residence of the Reyes family.

Who?

Oh, one moment.

Sir, it's for you. Says he's your dad, Rosendo.

He says it's important.

No, tell him I'm not here.

Tell him you don't know when I'll be back.

Lupita, whatever you do, don't give him my cell phone.

Got it?

Mr. Rosendo?

Mr. Pancho left for work, he's not sure when he'll be back.

No, I don't have his personal number.

Oh.

Don't worry, I'll tell him for you.

Okay, then. Goodbye.

He says it's an emergency, something about your grandpa.

He wants you to call him back.

Such bad timing

- This is the last thing I need. - Do you know what he wants?

He probably wants money, but I can't deal with him today.

I would've liked to talk with Grandpa.

Some other day, champ.

- Bye, family! See you later. - Bye, Daddy!

- Have a nice day, sir. - Bye!

This is what I've been saying, all this area is filthy,

so this guy over here...

Missed a spot. How's the A-4?

- Fantastic, sir. - Perfect.

How is this machine still out of order?

Why haven't you fixed it?

Good on supplies? Perfect.

Mr. Reyes, your father is calling for you.

Mr. Reyes, Mr Reyes, your father is on hold.

Good morning. Raise your hand if you can hear me.

Thank you.

Colleagues, as all of you know, the economic situation is dire

for the country and our factory.

Despite our efforts and sacrifices to stay ahead of this situation,

only Mr. Sampaolo's generosity has kept us afloat.

Unfortunately, the situation has become unsustainable.

We only have two options if we hope to stay in business.

Either we move the plant and its subsidiaries to Asia,

or we could opt for a drastic, yet necessary downsizing.

Appealing to your solidarity to your colleagues,

I ask that you raise your hand to volunteer for early retirement.

All right, since no one is taking the company's generous offer,

I will be selecting those who will be laid off.

Alcántara, Tiburcio.

Bojórquez, Ignacio.

Cárdenas, Cuitláhuac.

Mr. Reyes, Mr. Reyes.

You have a call from your father .

- Damn it. - Mr. Reyes.

You have a call from your father .

Please!

Colleagues, please.

Congratulations, Pancho.

Thanks to you, productivity is off the charts.

- And profits are higher than ever! - Thank you, Don Jaime.

- How many did you sack today? - Another 40.

Honestly, I don't think there's any more fat to trim.

There always is, Pancho.

Once the new machines from Germany get here,

we'll be able to cut an extra ten percent off those parasites.

Another 180 employees out on the street?

I hope the union doesn't threaten a strike.

Those commie troublemakers from the union can suck my dick!

Now that our populist president keeps gushing over the poor,

they're starting to think they can make demands.

Yes, Licha?

Mr. Sampaolo, sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Reyes' secretary is here with me.

She says she urgently needs to speak with him.

Send her in, Licha.

Good afternoon, Don Jaime. I'm sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Reyes, your father has been calling all morning.

He needs to talk to you, it's a life-or-death emergency.

Don't worry, I know my dad. I'm sure it's nothing.