(FLASHBULB POPS)
Hola, mi amor, Baby J.
Mi amor, Baby J.
- Yo... Yo soy Oly Chalmers... - No, 'zho'.
- That's what I said. - No, you said 'yo'. 'Zho'.
'Zho'... 'Zho' soy Oly Chalmers-Davis.
BERNARDITA: Santi! Oly! Dinner!
Ah! And I am never going home.
(LILTING SONG IN SPANISH)
- Oh, baby! (SPEAKS SPANISH) - Oly, come and have a dance.
- (BERNARDITA SPEAKS SPANISH) - (SPANISH SONG CONTINUES)
Do we really need to be doing this?
I just want to see what she looks like.
I'm just curious.
Oh.
- She looks fun. - She is.
- But also professional. - Ange, come on.
Was she wearing this fascinator when Oly caught you fucking her?
OK, sorry, that's too soon.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
I'm happy for you.
I don't want you to be happy for me.
Why not?
Would you have told me if Oly hadn't caught you?
Yeah.
Eventually.
- It's none of my business. - Of course it's your business.
We haven't officially broken up.
(INHALES) I think we should probably make things official.
Well, if we're doing it, the kids need to know.
I think Oly has an idea.
- She needs to come home. - You can't call her.
She's blocked you.
What? Oh, that is...
You've reached Ol. Leave a message.
What? Shit.
She better not have blocked me too.
- (SPEAKS SPANISH) - OLY: Bernardita...
..that was delicioso.
Such a good pronunciation.
MATIAS: Oly, will you be staying with us again tonight?
Oh, um...
If that's OK.
- Of course it is. - You are welcome here, Oly.
Thank you.
Dessert?
Yes, please.
- Shall we help? - (DOORBELL RINGS)
Yep.
- Oh, hello. - Hi.
Sorry to surprise you. Um...
- Oly's here? - Yeah.
- Um, you guys wanna come in... - No.
OK. Suit yourself.
GABRIEL: OK.
Have, um... have you two been well?
Yeah. Yeah, good.
- Have we? - Yeah, well... (SCOFFS)
- Hi, darling. - What's going on?
- Well, I'll leave you to it. - OK, see ya.
- Nice to see you guys again. - Yeah.
- Hey, Ol. - What do you want?
I know about... your dad and his girlfriend, OK?
- And I'm OK with it. - Oh, my God.
Are you guys in an open relationship?
No, we're not in an open relationship.
Are you guys, like, swingers or something?
No, no, no, we're not swingers.
It's just... things have changed.
Can you just come home so we can talk about this?
What home? Dad wrecked it.
And apparently you're OK with that.
So if it's all the same to you, I'd like to go inside now
and be with a functional family
who actually want me to be part of them.
And you can go ahead and have your key parties or whatever...
Oh, my God.
- Sweetheart, I am so sorry... - What's that?
In the box. What's in the box?
Oh, these are some chocolate chip cookies I baked for you.
Oh, thank you.
See you.
We're gonna have a meeting tomorrow, Ol.
You have to be there. 5pm. Bowie's gonna Zoom in.
- It's a family meeting. - You have to be there.
Fine.
Is that it?
Can I have a hug?
Can I have a hug too, please, darling?
- (DOOR SLAMS) - (DOM SIGHS HEAVILY)
(DOG BARKS)
That was fucked.
- I'm outta here. - Where are you going?
To see my girlfriend!
My life is falling apart.
My marriage is over, my daughter hates me...
BIRDIE: I don't wanna hear that.
I want fun Dom.
I want rugged Dom with the handsome cock.
This is your chance to redefine yourself.
I remember who I was, and I liked him.
But...
..I don't really have any idea who I...
..want to be now.
- You're sexy, for one. - Pfft, I'm so not.
Yes, you are.
- Yes, I am. - (BOTH LAUGH)
And I'll be doubly so once I resume kickboxing.
(LAUGHS) Oh, hello.
DOM: Do you know how happy you make me?
- (MANGO' BY LA LÁ PLAYS) - ♪ Sobre la sombra de un cuerpo
♪ Se construye una oración
♪ En el tiempo en que te tengo
♪ Imagino tu canción
♪ Y si la primavera nunca llega
♪ Dormiré hasta mi verano
♪ Donde con la onda marina
♪ Me lave de desengaños
♪ Ba-ba-da-ba-dum
♪ Ba-ba-da-ba... ♪
- These aren't even that good. - Mm.
They're terrible.
The worst.
It's because they were made with guilt.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
Santi. (LAUGHS)
I can't concentrate when you do that.
Want me to stop?
(SIGHS) OK. Quickly.
No, not quickly.
I'll get up early to study.
It's gender inequality.
You boys and your dad and your grandad
just sat there while Bernardita cooked and cleaned.
- What did you want me to? - Get up and help her.
- Why didn't you do that, then? - Because I'm a guest.
And besides, I don't want to contribute
to the archaic gender inequality happening in your family home.
VINCE: Yeah, it's not 1990 anymore, uce.
She didn't want to do anything either.
Oh, well, yeah, right on, sister!
Anyway, she likes doing it. It's not like...
Being relegated to cooking and cleaning.
It's not relegation, OK?
It's her way of expressing her love for us.
It's like, you know,
it's so she doesn't feel like she's freeloading.
- Oh-ho! - What?
What's Alejandro's excuse?
- The guy's worked all his life. - Uce, no.
And she hasn't worked all of her life cleaning up after men?
What she is doing is work.
She is contributing to the economy of your family.
And you haven't worked all your life.
- So what's your excuse? - Yeah, what's your excuse?
Shut the fuck up, Vince.
Because I'm cute and my grandma likes taking care of me.
Bernardita should get treated like a queen.
- She does. - We're cooking dinner tonight.
You're cleaning up.
Soft tacos. None of that hard shit, please.
- Wallahi! - Oh, my God!
Yas, Oly!
Killing it. Hold on, let me... Look, I need to...
- Let me work my magic. - Is that Santi's hoodie?
- LACHIE: I think so. - REEMA: Oh, my God.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
ZAC: Harajuku realness.
- REEMA: Hurry up. - ZAC: Reema.
OK, look. Yeah. You need bibi.
Here we go. Alright. Hold on a minute.
- SANTI: Hi, Zac. - Alright, ready?
OLY: Here we go. Here we go.
- (ALL EXCLAIM AND LAUGH) - Oh, perfect!
Like that. She was perfect. Thank you very much.
- Oh, my God! - Namaste. Let's go.
- It's looking good. - Yep.
SANTI: You look good.
(BOTH SPEAK ARABIC)
- Vince. - Yeah, I'll be back.
Thank you, sir.
(LAUGHS) You look ridiculous. Let me take this.
- OLY: Alright, sexy angel. - (REEMA LAUGHS)
- I might need that back. - REEMA: What, this?
- Yeah, good luck with that. - OLY AND LACHIE: Hey.
- Have you studied? - Have you?
Zac makes it pretty difficult.
He's always distracting me.
And I quite like it when he distracts me.
That's why you and I were a better team.
- I'm so gonna fail. - Me too.
Yes!
(APPLAUSE)
- (LAUGHS) How you going? - Hey.
Mwah!
- How's my baby girl? - She's good.
Gonna watch Daddy razz these panelbeaters?
See you soon, yeah?
What in the actual are you doing?
We're in the library waiting for you.
I'm studying.
Really?
It looks like you're perving on your baby daddy.
I'm multitasking.
COACH: Come on!
You're watching soccer training instead of studying.
What happened to you?
- Oh, my God. - What?
- Oh, my motherfucking... - What?
You're in love with Santi.
- What? - You are! Look at you!
(LAUGHS)
You are, like, totally, 100%, head-over-heels in love!
- No, I'm not. - Oh, really?
You totally are.
MS TAN: You've got one hour to complete the papers, guys.
When you've finished, please raise your hand
and just leave the papers on the desk for us to collect.
- Any questions? - (WHISPERS) Good luck.
MS TAN: Turn your papers over and commence.
(SUSPENSEFUL PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
Let's run away to a desert island.
We can just start a whole new society.
And then our daughter doesn't have to be fucked up
by our fucked-up cultural inheritances.
Where do you want to go?
Chile.
(BABY BURBLES)
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
Yeah, that's it. We'll go to Chile.
It's kind of the opposite of escaping cultural inheritances.
No, I just mean escaping my fucked-up parents.
We fully could.
I've got family everywhere over there.
We wouldn't have to pay for anything.
I need to accelerate my Spanish.
You do, don't you?
What's the word for 'sky'?
Uh, cielo.
-Cielo -Yeah.
- Um... - (BABY BURBLES)
Floresitas.
(SLOWLY) Floresitas.
Feminista.
(BOTH LAUGH)
(BABY BURBLES)
Te amo.
Mm-hm.
Can you say that in English?
I love you, Oly.
I love you, Santi.
(MYSTICAL MUSIC)
As soon as we're able to travel.
It's, like, an hour away from Santiago.
- OK. - It's this cool beach town.
And my Tío Marcelo has an apartment right on the water.
- Tío? - Tío. 'Tío' is, like, 'uncle'.
- Uncle Marcelo. - Tío.
And then 'tía' would be, like, 'auntie'.
- Tía. - Tía, tío.
- Tío, tía. - Padre.
- Madre.
- Mum and Dad.
How do you say 'I hate my parents'?
(LAUGHS)
They're about to tell me that they're separating.
Come here.
Why don't you just go in there, get it over and done with...
..and then you can come back home tonight.
We're cooking dinner and I'm cleaning up.
You are such a crusader for women's rights.
OK. (BREATHES DEEPLY) I'll do it.
Could you take Jacinda? I want a quick escape.
Um...
I've got to ref an under-eights game tonight.
I'm sorry, I'm not gonna be able...
- It's OK. - Because I'm on the field...
It's all good.
Bye-bye, puchita!
OK.
Good luck.
This old guy with this amazing face sold me this stuff,
and it's... it's like it's the real thing,
so I'm bringing some home for you, Dad.
And, Mum, I got some silver for you.
Sounds like you're really immersing yourself
in the culture.
Yeah, that's great, Bowie.
Hey, there she is! There's my little sister. Where's my niece?
BOWIE: Hey, Jacinda!
Bring her closer. I want to see if I can see her eyes.
Oh, she's beautiful, right?
How do you feel, Ol? You made a life.
I'm just so great, Bowie.
I can't wait to have this conversation
with you and Mum and Dad.
- I miss you guys. - Yeah, we miss you too, mate.
Can we please get on with this? I have somewhere to be.
BOWIE: Hey, I tried ayahuasca.
It totally twisted my brain.
It's like a whole nother dimension.
OK, Bowie, we really need to have a talk.
Yeah, yeah, cool.
You kids both know that Mum and I love you both...
Great, Dad. Good start.
- Um... - Um, listen...
It's kind of difficult to talk about.
Your mum and I, um,
haven't really enjoyed being together for a while,
and, um, we, um...
So we've decided we're gonna split.
- Yeah. - No-one's to blame.
- Um... - We'll always be best friends.
And we want to make this as easy for you kids as...
- He's dropped out. - ..as we can.
BOTH: What?
Oh, fucking technology!
Great, this is going well. Bowie.
I think... (VIDEO BREAKS UP) ..beyond that... as a shame...
- Darling. - Bowie, mate, can you hear us?
I... taste music, and each... smell had a colour.
- Avicii was like... - Can you hear us?
- Hello? Are you... - Yeah, you dropped out.
- It's the internet over here. - Yeah, we...
We had to tell you that we have to tell you...
Oh, shit, he's gone again.
- You guys mess everything up. - OK, that's enough.
- I've switched to phone hotspot. - Oh, good idea.
What were you saying?
- Well... - They're splitting up.
Dad's having an affair. Mum knows about it.
Family's dead. They're not together anymore.
Come on, Ol.
Mum, is she serious?
- Yes. - BOWIE: But...
Wh-what happened? You were happy.
- It's complex, mate. - Oh, it is so not complex.
You cheated.
- That was really mean, Oly. - Mum, don't blame me.
He's crying 'cause of you.
You're acting like a spoilt brat.
Oh, yeah? And where do you think I get that from, Dad?
You're the one who destroyed this family
because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants.
Oh, Oly!
By the way, I failed my exam today.
BOWIE: I've been having...
And me and Santi are taking J to Chile as soon as we can.
- I'm using my uni funds. - (SCOFFS) OK.
- That's not happening. - DOM: That's not happening.
You don't get a say in anything anymore.
I'm going now to my family
because I don't have a family here anymore
because DAD WRECKED IT!
(YELLS) It's not my fucking fault!
BOWIE: I shat myself on ayahuasca.
DOM: It's not my fault.
BOWIE: And, like, this cartel guy...
Oly!
Darling, I have done something
to contribute to this situation too.
How? Have you been cheating on Dad?
No, I wouldn't call it cheating.
- But something happened. - Sort of.
- With who? - Just stop blaming...
It's not Mr Hernandez?
Oh, fuck!
Shit.
- Die! - ROSA: Boys!
Arggh!
(ROSA SPEAKS SPANISH)
- BOY: Yah! - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SONG IN SPANISH PLAYS)
My Maria Paz was christened in this.
- That's really pretty. - Yes.
And Jacinda will be.
I have spoken to my priest.
Can we set a date?
- I'm not Catholic. - No-one's perfect, except Jesus.
Come on. What have you got to lose?
(BOYS CHATTER)
OK, you can christen her.
Good! Good!
You're a good girl.
BOY: You're the worst player in the world!
Hey, sorry I'm late. What can I do to help?
Take these.
Are you OK?
Did it go bad with Mum and Dad?
Hey, Gabe, grab another two bowls for me, please.
- BERNARDITA: Gracias, Alejandro. - (ROSA SPEAKS SPANISH)
(ROSA CALLS MATIAS AGAIN)
A little bit of this.
- Smells weird. - It's Japanese, man.
MATIAS:
Yum, look at that.
- ROSA: Oly made it. - Thank you.
And Jacinda will be christened.
(ALL CONTINUE IN SPANISH)
(QUIRKY SONG IN SPANISH)
Thank you.
(CAR DRIVES OFF)
(SPEAKS SPANISH) Sh!
Shh. (WHISPERS) That's OK.
I had fun tonight.
(SNORTS)
Ai-ai-ai.
Army guys tried to pick me up tonight.
You know, they come to male strip shows
to pick up at hens' nights.
- That's horrible! - No, not horrible!
They're so much fun to flirt with!
Oh.
You ever been to a male strip club?
No.
Look at this.
Ah! (LAUGHS)
This one! (LAUGHS)
Ahhh.
Ah.
Hm.
I feel sorry for us.
What do you mean?
We always get stuck in the dark
with the babies.
Hm?
You know, I was top of my school in Colombia.
(GASPS)
Really.
Wow.
And then I came here, try my luck.
Had babies.
Babies, they slow you down.
(BOY SIGHS)
(ROSA BREATHES SHARPLY)