- [car door closes] - [Jacob] What the hell was that?
- [Alma] Oh, no. Mom? - [Becca] Mom?
- [car starts] - [Alma] Mom. Mom!
- [gravel crunches] - [Jacob] Camila!
[tires squeal, car departs]
I can't believe Mom just left like that.
What is going on with her?
[sighs] Alma, what have you done?
The world's falling apart.
Aah!
- [Jacob] Whoa. - [Becca panting]
Why are we here?
Becca, are you doing this?
[Becca] No. I don't know what this is.
This isn't my memory.
I've never been outside of my own memories before.
Wait. Dad?
There's so much sadness.
Just let the feelings wash over you. It's okay.
- [truck horn blows] - [Alma and Becca exclaim]
You got to us out of here. Right now!
- [horn blowing] - [Alma] Becca?
- Right now! - Becca.
Shit! Aah!
[screams]
[whimpers, cries]
You're okay.
Dad, was that your memory?
No.
That wasn't his memory.
You just tapped into Dad's fears
- of Mom leaving him. - It felt so real.
Becca...
these visions-- they can be exciting, but
they can also be overwhelming in ways you first don't realize,
so I-I'd encourage you to leave them alone.
- Okay, I'll try. - [Alma] So what do we do about Mom?
Whatever your mother's going through, that's her problem.
Your problem is finishing your dissertation.
Dad, come on.
We have no idea where she went. She could be in serious trouble.
Okay, look, I'll check the credit cards.
[scoffs softly]
Uh... W... She, uh, bought a plane ticket to Mexico.
She's going to see her family.
She ran off in the middle of the night
to have a casual visit with the fam?
It looks like it.
So, I want you two to go home
and-and go to bed and sober up...
you boozers, all right?
A-And your mother-- she'll come home
when she's ready, and everything will be fine.
You'll see.
♪ ♪
[Reed] I came by to pick up some stuff.
Still not sure what to believe.
Wish I could trust you.
Reed.
[phone clicks]
[line ringing]
[Camila] Hello. You've reached Camila Diaz.
Please leave a message.
- Okay, now what do I do? - [soft clattering]
[beep]
Hi, Mom, it's me. Um...
I'm really sorry we just barged in on you like that.
We're just really worried about you.
And look, I'm gonna keep calling until you pick up, okay?
So you might as well just pick up.
♪ ♪
Press the button.
[scoffs] What makes you
think you'll be happy in any reality?
[muffled, indistinct speaking]
[muffled] Wake up.
It's important. Come on.
Well, fancy seeing you here.
Okay, so, I called Mom. She's not answering.
I left a couple of messages and now her mailbox is full.
Damn. How many voice mails
- did you leave? - It doesn't matter.
- Like, 27. - [laughs] Twenty...
What if she broke it off with this Alejandro guy
and he's not having it, so now she has to
wire this money to a safe house or something?
Yes. Mom could be in danger.
That's what I've been saying this whole time.
- Okay. So what are we gonna do? - Well,
Dad thinks that she went to visit her family,
- so let's call them and see if she's there. - Okay.
- [sighs] - Saddle up, partner.
Hello, my sweethearts!
Who is it?
Alma and Becca.
Oh, I thought maybe it was your loverboy.
Ay no! Stop it!
Do you have a loverboy, Grandma?
Please. I have a friend I go to church with. That is all.
Okay, my angels. I love to see you.
Tell me. What is going on?
We're looking for our mom.
She caught a flight to Mexico last night.
We thought she might be with you.
She's in Mexico and she didn't call?
Do you have any idea where she could be?
Well, where she should be is here.
Just like you two. You should be here.
Everyone should be here with me.
Could we come there?
Yes! Come! Come see me!
Maybe your mother is on her way.
Okay.
Fantastic.
Goodbye my loves!
- Bye. Miss you! - Bye!
Okay, we'll just go for a couple of days, make sure
Mom is okay, and then just come right back home.
I love this plan.
Hey, how great is it that we both speak Spanish?
[chuckles] You're so weird.
[♪ Elizabeth Carbe & Jean-Pierre Durand: "Las Mañanitas"]
[church bell ringing]
Ayyy! I love seeing my two granddaughters.
Oh my goodness, look at you. Are you supermodels?
No, Grandma.
Well, I am.
[laughs] Hi!
Hi, Tía Monse! How are you?
Alma y Becca. My goodness.
The favorites of my nieces and nephews.
I am wanting to know how you are living.
I know a bar for cocktails that is very agreeable.
Ay, Tio Oscar is away on business, but he is wanting
to give you his hugs and kisses.
Oh, no. We love Tio Oscar's hugs and kisses.
Yeah, they're so... friendly.
[weak chuckle]
Well, your mother still hasn't responded to our calls.
I don't know where she could be.
She's a very private person.
Lots of secrets, I think.
So Becca, when is little baby Reed or Becca coming?
Oh well, we'll see!
But we have something to show you.
Does this look familiar to you?
We found this painting of our mom.
It's signed by someone named Alejandro.
No. We don't know any Alejandro.
Except Vicente Fernández's son, Alejandro Fernández.
Who is that?
He is a very famous singer.
We don't really know him.
His father sings ranchero with so much beauty.
[hums a tune]
Wait, wait Grandma.
Do you know any old boyfriend who our mom might be visiting?
Boyfriend? No!
No she does not have an old boyfriend!
Your mother has an ex-boyfriend, but--
Enough, Monse!
No! We know nothing of no boyfriends!
Would you mind taking a closer look at this?
Just to make sure nothing about it is familiar.
Mm...
No. Nothing.
Sorry.
♪ ♪
[whispers] Becca.
You brought us in Abuelita's memory.
That's Mom.
Something feels wrong here.
Sorry.
I do not know this painting.
Do you understand?
Are you upset, Grandma?
No! I just don't want to talk about it anymore.
Okay.
Hey. Look, Becca, you made it onto
the great wall of matrimony. Congrats.
[Becca chuckles] Yeah.
Oh.
I love that picture of Mom and Dad.
[Alma] Yeah.
They look happy.
[Alma] So what do you think Abuelita was hiding?
I don't know.
That vision we went into was super weird.
It's like she was
- fighting it or something. - Mm.
But maybe it was just her fears, like it was with Dad?
[coughs] Um... no, I think that was definitely a real memory.
Well, whatever it was, she definitely
did not want us looking there.
Maybe you need to open up more.
What do you mean?
Look, you're naturally empathetic.
And I think when you access someone else's memory
you're taking on all their emotions.
But if you can learn to open up beyond that
and become nothing, the feelings will flow right through you,
and then maybe you can experience a clearer truth.
That totally makes sense and sounds super easy.
Just keep trying. You'll get it.
We'll talk to Abuelita again.
What about Tía Monse?
- What about her? - She seemed to know something.
- We could ask her. - [phone ringing, vibrating]
Okay. Let's start there.
Oy vey, it's Dad.
- [ringing, vibrating stops] - Let's figure out what to say
when we get back.
[♪ Fernando Cavazos: "Quiero el Rescate"]
[all laughing]
[Alma] Dos más palomas y un whiskey.
Gracias.
I am having so much fun.
Thank you for inviting me to have drinks.
I feel like the... the young girl who escapes
- to go to the parties. - [gasps] - [Alma] Oh!
- That sounds like Becca. - No. Shh.
She used to sneak out and kiss boys.
No way. You are lying to me, because Becca always
- behaves like the good girl. - [Becca] Right.
Alma, you're the one that used to smoke weed in the attic.
[all laughing]
That is crazy. Camila always acts like
you are perfect little angels...
- except Alma, not as much. - [Alma] No,
Alma not as much.
What about you, Tía?
- Me? - Yes. - Yeah, you.
Ay, ay, ay. Well,
when I was in secundaria, in school,
I used to sell to the people--
how do you say in English, um--
cocaine.
- Wha... Oh! - Holy shit!
I did not expect that. What?!
No, it was the '80s. I needed money for my good fashion.
Oh, my God. Did our mom ever do stuff like that?
- Like cool, fun things? - [laughs] No.
God.
- Well... - [gasps]
No.
- What was that pause? - Was that?
- What pause? - There was a pausa! - No, there was a pausa.
- No. - [Alma] Pausa. Yes, there was.
It is not really my secret to say,
- okay? No. - [Becca] No, please. Please, Tía,
please tell us. You know how secretive Mom is.
She'll never tell us. We just want to get to know her better.
And what is Camila going to say when
- she hears that I tell you this? - We're not gonna
tell her shit.
- Tía. Tía! - [groans]
- Tía... - Okay, okay! Well...
earlier, when you were asking about a boyfriend?
When we were young girls, your mother had a boyfriend.
Uh, he was studying in the church,
um, en el seminario, to be a priest,
and they had such a great love for each other.
This is opening up so easily.
Look. Tía Monse.
[Monse] I saw them when I was a little girl.
At that age, I had seen kissing in the movies and television,
but this was not fake like that.
The love they have for each other is
maybe what I have been looking for ever since
and I never did find.
It was a time when Camila was someone else.
Someone light in the heart.
I want you to meet my boyfriend.
But you have to keep it a secret, okay?
[Monse] They brought me into their world,
- and we did become like a second family... - [gasps]
...inside our own family.
But we did have to be careful.
Your mother would ask for me
to send secret messages between them.
They used fake names
and secret areas to meet.
It felt for me like being a little spy.
But Camila got in trouble,
and they sent him away to another church.
It broke her heart.
I'm sorry.
[Monse] And after that, your mother
- did become like a different person. - [door closes]
She went away from home,
and your mother and I never did have that same relationship.
I have to go away now.
[Monse] I don't know if she blames me for the note.
But there is more to this history.
When I have 12 years old,
my mother said to me that Camila went to the university,
but later, I hear her tell my father something different.
She said that when the boy
became a priest, that Camila went to live with him.
- In a sin. - Oh, my God.
So she stayed with him even when he was transferred?
At least, that is what I like to tell myself
because it is less sad to believe it this way.
Do you remember his name? Was it Alejandro?
And could he have painted a portrait of her?
No, that was not his name.
But, like I say,
they'd use codes and secret names,
so maybe it is something only she will understand.
Where is he now?
No, no. [chuckles]
This I will not tell you.
- [Becca] No, please, Tía. - No.
We just want to help her. We are trying
to make things better between us. Please.
That's all. I promise.
[church bell ringing]
[gasps]
[whispers] That's him.
Come on. I got this.
Oh, hello.
Welcome to La Iglesia de la Virgen de Guadalupe.
Cool. We're looking for our mother.
Her name is Camila Diaz.
[Becca] She left town a couple of days ago,
and we haven't heard from her.
- I-I am sorry to hear this. - [Alma] Does the name
Alejandro mean anything to you?
Alejandro, Alejandro.
Uh, no, I-I do not think so.
Come on. We know you had an affair with our mom,
and we know you're back in her life.
We don't know that, actually.
- Little bit, we do. - We don't know that for sure. We don't.
This is a tremendous accusation.
[Becca] Padre, please forgive my sister.
She's sorry.
We are just very worried about her,
and we're looking for any information about where she is.
I am sorry that you have lost your mother,
but I have not seen Camila
in many, many years.
You and your mother are in my prayers.
Thank you very much for your time, Father.
[whispers] Let's go.
- [whispers] This guy's a liar. - Stop it.
- Let's go. - He's lying. See if you can find out the truth.
- Shh. Let's go. - Do you want to find Mom or not?
- [sighs] - You're the only one who can do it.
If I do it, we'll just end up in The Fog.
- [Becca] He doesn't want us to know. - Just try.
[Becca sighs]
[sighs]
[whooshing]
[Alma] Oh, wow.
- We shouldn't... - [shushing] - Do you know what my dream is?
That I will make love to you again.
Camila, please. I'm tired.
[both chuckle]
No!
It's getting married,
and having a family.
With you.
Yes, I think I could enjoy that life.
[sighs]
My family is already ashamed that I was transferred.
If I'm excommunicated...
They'll never forgive me.
Camila.
We can't destroy our lives.
I don't want to destroy your family, either.
We have commitments more important than us.
I'm sorry, but...
I can't.
- [Alma] So they did break up. - [Becca sighs]
This doesn't feel right. I don't like this.
- It feels wrong to be... - [Alma] It's fine.
Let's just go.
I know it's hard,
but that pain wasn't yours.
But if people don't want us digging through their souls...
We're trying to help Mom.
Why is Dad so scared of me doing this?
[scoffs]
I guess he just doesn't think you could handle...
- certain aspects of it. - Maybe he's right.
Forget about Dad. I know you can do this.
And we're doing it for a good reason.
- Okay. - Okay.
Now, Abuelita. She clearly knows something
she doesn't want to tell us or even admit to herself.
I don't want to bother Abuelita.
But if you open yourself up into her memories
like you did in there,
then you can break through whatever she's hiding.
Okay, fine.
Let's just go and do this
and hope that she's the answer to all this
so we can find Mom and just go home.
Becca, I...
No, it's fine. Let's just go.
-Grandma? -Yes?
Can we talk?
Of course. What is it, dear?
We know about out mother's relationship with Father Reyes.
What are you talking about?
I don't know about that.
Are you sure you don't know anything about the painting
or Alejandro?
Please. Stop bothering me with this.
- I don't know. - Do it.
- Do the thing. - Okay. [inhales]
This is the memory she was blocking.
There's Mom.
♪ ♪
That's the house from the painting.
Camila!
What are you doing here?
Mom, how did you find me?
Is this where you live?
Who are you living with?
I know you're not with Father Reyes anymore.
He came by the house looking for you.
You must be living in sin with someone new here.
Mom, I swear, it's not--
This is the kind of woman you are?
One who just sleeps with whoever comes along.
Mom, why are you saying this?
What will people think when they find out...
Mom, please, let me explain.
You can do whatever you want,
but don't come back to my house.
You've embarrassed our family.
Mom, please...
Mom!
- Jesus Christ. - [crying]
Abuelita treated Mom like that?
There's...
There's too much. I can't...
Okay. Get us out of here.
I'm a terrible mother.
I don't know where Camila went...
but she's an adult.
I can't interfere in her life again.
[sighs]
I'm going to go lie down.
[sighs]
[Becca] Well, that felt horrible.
I'm sorry, Becca.
But we're going to fix everything wrong
- with our family. - [Becca crying]
I promise.
I just don't know how this works.
- I don't know what I'm doing. - Yeah, you do.
You're doing it.
Come on.
Let's go find Mom.
♪ ♪
Okay.
This is it.
This is the house from the painting.
[phone vibrating]
It's Dad. He must be worried.
This will all be fixed, Becca.
You have the power to fix anything we do.
This is the way.
We don't know, Alma, who's gonna be behind that door.
And Mom doesn't want us to know.
- [sighs] - This is our last chance
to not do this.
It'll be fine, okay?
[knocks on door]
Alma, I...
Becca?
- [groans] I... - Becca?
- [Becca whimpers] - Becca?
♪ ♪