Sarape.
It pains me that you'll be by yourself all day
now that both Mom and I are working the weekend.
Sure you'll be okay?
Somehow I'll find a way to survive.
Want a cigarette?
Those snobs fired me.
Can you believe it?
Forgive me, Mother Mary.
I took the bus all the way to Las Playas only for them to fire me.
They say it's because I don't see well.
-Oh, no. That's so unfair, Mom. -Oh, no. You're gonna be here all day?
So I told them, "No, you're the ones who can't see straight, all right?
I wear glasses now."
But they're still upset about what happened last time.
They're so picky.
I mean, hey, anybody could confuse bleach for carpet cleaner.
I swear that filthy Persian rug looks better white anyway!
I can't believe my mom just lost another job.
Even with her new glasses, her sight is getting worse.
I gotta find a way to make money faster.
You always come out ahead. You're Máximo Gallardo.
When you were ten years old,
you sold those misprinted T-shirts that said, "Apaculco."
You see the bright side of everything, don't you?
It's one of my best traits.
That and my enchanting gaze.
Wow, sweet motorcycle.
How can Héctor afford a motorcycle that nice?
He has your same job.
Don Pablo, do you have a second?
Those people are nuts.
I see perfectly fine.
Mom, I'm watching TV.
Hey, Mom.
Know what else is super dirty?
My room.
Yeah, I saw. I already cleaned it.
You have the day off.
Wouldn't you rather not clean? You never do anything fun.
Cleaning is a blast.
Seriously. When I was your age, I begged my mom to let me mop the floors.
What? For all you know, it's true.
Let's get out of the house.
I wanna show you a cool place.
Why did you bring me here?
You want me to go deaf too?
Really?
Wow.
These are amazing.
You're really talented.
Thanks.
I wish I could spend more time on it, but…
but it's just…
…just a crazy dream.
What's crazy about it?
It's impossible, Máximo.
When my family moved here from Medellín,
I thought I'd get this job to save money
and surround myself with the latest fashions.
But it's already been three years and…
I'm still at the front desk.
I don't know what to do anymore.
Hey,
when I was a boy,
people told me working at Las Colinas was a crazy dream,
but look at me now.
So…
don't give up on your crazy dream.
Especially when you're so talented.
Okay, so we have… the location.
I'll help you with the flowers, but you're gonna need more staff to help you.
I'll give you the roster with everyone's names.
Perfect. I'll ask Memo to help us too.
What's he really good at?
Seeing the bright side of everything.
And, oh! He has an enchanting gaze.
Mom, look. You're gonna like this one. It's religious music.
The album is called Defenders of the Faith.
"Judas"! He's the one who betrayed Jesus!
No. Saint Judas.
See? It says the word "priest" right here.
Okay.
Nora?
Emilio?
I knew it was you.
Wow! You look great.
What brings you to my business?
Oh, no reason. Just browsing.
You like Judas Priest?
Yes.
She loves them. She's their biggest fan.
Well, then, please, take that album!
It's on the house.
Thank you.
It's wonderful to see you, Emilio.
But we have to leave.
Right now.
Come back soon.
-Thanks. -And if you like thrash,
I also recommend Megadeth.
Tell me now, who was the record shop guy?
Emilio.
We went out ages ago.
He was your boyfriend?
But he's cool. He owns a record shop, and you…
clean for fun.
Excuse me, but for your information,
he's the only other man besides your father who I've kissed, okay?
I was young once too.
Don't believe you there either.
Look, photos from my quinceañera.
He actually was your boyfriend.
And my escort to the party. He was so handsome.
He went on to marry a gal from Taxco.
Aw, my best friend, Elena. We used to go out dancing all night.
Dancing? Night?
-Hey. -Máximo,
did you know Mom was a man-eating troublemaker in her day?
Shh, stop it.
What's wrong, son?
-I had a really hard day. -Oh, no.
Wow!
Look at the size of that cake.
This is Marco. He bought my bouquet.
And this is Rosa, she bought my dress.
I gotta go back to work.
I hate that hotel.
But I will say it's turning him into a hard worker.
The laundry room can be romantic.
It feels like an eternity has gone by since then.
I feel like an old lady now.
Oh, no, you're still young.
You have good eyesight.
And hey, even without your glasses on, you described those pictures perfectly.
Well, honestly,
I could barely see them.
I can describe them because I know them by heart.
I'm losing my sight and it scares me.
Know what?
I just thought of something we can see together. Come on.
It's so beautiful.
Sometimes you can be angelic, huh?
How sweet you're saying that before you listen to your new Judas Priest album.
That gringo can't dance, huh?
Nope.
Not one bit.