WHO IS WHO?
Oh my God, what am I going to do now?
I'm so busted.
I'm in real trouble.
He'll catch me.
So everything's all right, then?
Everything's all right, Perico. Thanks.
Cachito had a fight at school, but it wasn't serious.
Is there anything I can do to help your brother?
She's my mom. She isn't my sister.
You really have a screw loose, just like my grandpa says.
Cachito, don't be rude.
What do I do?
God, please help me. Don't abandon me.
Hey, kid! Come here.
Do me a favor. Pick up your stuff and go
or else, in three seconds, the police will come for you.
Guess what? You're not allowed to sell pirated goods here.
I think that's great.
Piracy is a crime that should be prosecuted.
I'm the first person to defend the artist's rights.
Save it. Get your trinkets and get lost, please.
Miss, my goods are original.
They're as original as Cocó's perfumes, I'm sure.
These are called arthouse films.
Okay, I get it. You've probably never seen these titles.
Oh, you, so cultured. So cultured.
Yes, you're so cultured. So cultured!
-Excuse me, miss. -I'm busy. Can't you see?
I just want to ask you something.
And I just want this moron to get his stuff and leave.
Hey, are you looking for Mr. Leonardo?
Let's go this way. I'll take you to him.
See? See what you've done?
You drove my client away.
It isn't so serious, Humberto. The thing about Leonardo--
Can't you see, Fernanda?
If word gets around that Leonardo lost his mind,
we'll be in deep trouble.
Humberto, we'll have to be patient with Leonardo.
Poor guy. He's going through a severe crisis.
Leonardo needs our support right now.
I'm sorry to say this, Fernanda,
but I can't believe you're so understanding with my son
after he stood you up at the altar.
Any woman would be furious, but you look so calm.
It's as if nothing had happened.
Why is that, Fernanda?
Cachito, apologize to Perico.
Leave him alone, Paloma. It's my fault.
I should know who he is,
as well as everyone else in the market.
It's the amnesia. This is not your fault, okay?
Besides, I've already told you what happened to him.
Fine. I'm sorry.
No problem.
If there's anything I could do, I'd really like to help you.
Thanks.
Cachito and I will continue our discussion
about what happened. Right?
Okay, I'll leave you alone.
Yes.
It's like he's been reset.
That's enough.
Keep writing, because I'm not supposed to hit a child.
I'll understand if you don't answer me.
I'm sorry for asking.
But Leonardo's attitude puzzles me.
It drives me up the wall.
But you seem not to care about it.
Humberto, I understand you. This affects me too.
I love Leonardo, and I know he's going through a crisis.
What would I get by being harsh besides driving him away?
Humberto, I can't lose the man of my life.
I have to be patient and help him overcome this.
I wish I could be as patient as you.
If that crazy woman sees me, I'm dead.
Oh my God! Hi, Nachito. What are you doing here?
-Well, I... -Are you following me?
Are you trying to decide if you want a piñata?
Or will you spend your whole afternoon sighing over Palomita?
-Her son had a fight at school. -You don't say.
That kid gets bullied everyday.
Who's the boy's father? Where is he?
Nobody knows.
Paloma hasn't told anyone. not even me, her best friend.
-Why? -Who knows?
All we know is that it didn't end well.
He dumped her.
Poor Paloma, she's taken care of the kid on her own.
And she's never asked anything to anyone.
Well, she should.
His father should help her support the boy.
Sure, but he's clearly not a responsible man.
There you are.
Come on, let's go. We have rehearsal.
-Rehearsal? -Yes. Let's go.
Someone hired us.
It'll be good. They pay big bucks.
Jonny is waiting for us at his house.
Hey, let's go. We must rehearse and sing well.
Wait...
Go and do your job. We need the money.
-I'll keep an eye on the stand. -Come on. Let's go.
Don't get worked up, Leo.
Why shouldn't I?
I'm not a little boy who needs a nanny watching over him.
I'm worried about you. You've been acting strange lately.
What are you doing in such a dangerous place?
Is it because you're worried
or because you're just nosy?
You know you're like a brother to me.
I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you.
All right, don't get all serious about it.
I'll tell you, but don't say anything back at home.
This is a private matter.
Yes, I'll tell you.
Don't worry, I'll keep your secret.
The doctor recommended
that I take up a hobby to reduce my stress.
I like singing, so I thought I'd be a mariachi.
Since when do you sing? First I'm hearing about it.
I feel embarrassed at home,
but nobody knows me here, so I sing my lungs out.
Let's go back to the office. I'll tell you there.
We have to help him.
My brother is in too much danger there.
I understand you, Fernanda, but there's nothing we can do.
There has to be a way to stop those men from extorting him.
-Talk to the warden. -I've already done it.
Unfortunately, Mexican prisons are no man's land.
Mafia gangs and corruption are in control in there.
So should I just accept
they're destroying my brother because that's the way it is?
You have to do something.
Remember that stunt you pulled yesterday, punk?
This is so you remember who's in charge, bastard.
The only way to appease those people
is by paying them, Fernanda.
We gave them everything they've asked,
but they still beat my brother up.
I filed a request for him to wait for the trial
in house arrest,
but the lawyers for the Fuentemayor family
are doing everything they can to keep it from happening.
Those bastards aren't satisfied with taking everything from us
and causing my father's death.
Fernanda, maybe if you talked to them
and tried to convince them to soften them up a little...
No. Those people don't know compassion.
As a lawyer, I'd say you should try everything.
The Fuentemayor family can't find out I'm Santiago's sister.
Forgive me, Fernanda, but I still don't understand.
Why do you want to keep your real identity a secret?
I have my reasons,
and you have the obligation to keep my secret.
Keep trying to get him released on bail.
Keep me posted.
Thanks.
So? Did you reconcile with Mr. Ignacio?
Don't be nosy, Basi.
I'm sorry, Mr. Leonardo. I didn't mean to.
I'm sorry.
My head's a mess.
SI ES QUE ANDO CON LA CABEZA VOLADA AHORITA.
Tell me the truth, Basi. What do you think of Ignacio?
I shouldn't be nosy.
I'm asking you. I said I'm sorry.
I won't beg you to forgive me.
Tell me.
Are you sure? Won't you get mad?
Tell me.
He seems too stuck-up.
He's too overbearing.
He thinks he's above everyone.
It's like he wants to be like you.
So I'm stuck-up and overbearing.
Yes... No.
Well... Yes. Okay, sometimes.
Not lately.
Why do you think he was poking around in my computer?
Maybe he wanted to see some information
about your new projects.
You always beat him at everything.
It's like he's jealous of you.
Well, that's what I think.
What's wrong? You should have started singing.
I'll do it.
-Yes, let's do it. -Okay.
One, two. One, two, three.
Hey, dude, you look like you're about
to throw yourself under a bus.
What's wrong?
I don't know how to do it.
Here, hold this for me. Well...
Relax, man. Just relax.
You haven't sung since the accident.
It's normal.
Relax. Just take it easy.
Yes, he's right.
Listen, you have such a good voice.
Take it easy.
Go about slowly. Relax.
Once you're warmed up, you'll do the "devil's trill."
What's the "devil's trill"?
Periquito, that's what your fans call your voice.
When you sing romantic songs, you drive them crazy.
They scream at you, they hurl compliments at you.
They swoon, and blow kisses,
and sometimes they even throw lingerie. It's great.
I don't care.
I can't sing. I don't want to.
I won't. I'm not going tonight.
Wait, Perico. Calm down.
Remember that your mom needs the money from these shows.
Don't leave your mom and your sister
the responsibility of supporting you.
And what about us?
You know what your grandma used to say.
Foolish words...
Fall on deaf ears.
That's right.
So don't pay attention to those boys at school.
-But... -I know what they said, Cachito.
You don't have to repeat it.
What you have to repeat to yourself is that
you can't settle anything by fighting.
Come over here. You've got a cowlick.
Be careful with the chair, Cachito.
Be careful, honey. I'll pick it up. Come here.
You've got a cowlick.
Do you think I've lied to you?
It may be true that he travels because of work
and he can't come here,
but why doesn't he call,
or send a message, or a photo? Or anything?
There are phones everywhere in the world, right?
Maybe he'll do it someday.
Grandpa says he's a swine and a sleaze,
that he doesn't love me,
and that's why he doesn't come here.
I don't want you to repeat
what your grandfather said ever again.
-Why? It may be true. -No. Listen.
Cachito, sometimes your grandpa doesn't think before speaking.
He has a screw loose.
So you think my dad thinks about me?
Of course I do.
But you must think about the people who love you
and are here with you.
For example, your grandma,
Uncle Eugenio, Inés, Yesi...
I know that, Mom,
but wouldn't it be cool if my dad showed up
and told me that he loves me too?
That's enough.
How did it sound?
Listen, man, what matters
about all of this, that we're doing together...
is that we're healthy, young and...
Terminator, this isn't my fault.
This song sucks. It shouldn't be called music.
Shostakovich, Wagner and Mozart are music.
This is just crap.
Shosta-what?
Who wrote this crap?
You did.
From now on, we're raising the bar.
If things aren't done well, they aren't done at all.
Do you understand?
Go see who it is.
Take my guitar. Don't let it fall.
It won't fall.
Hello.
Hi.
Hello. How are you?
I came to bring lunch
for the hottest musician in the world.
-Thank you, Cocó-- -My Perico.
Hey! Hey! Wait!
Since when are you so acquainted?
Haven't you told them?
Perico and I are getting married.
You?
Marriage...
You...
Are you the girl he proposed to?
Yes!
Aren't you going to congratulate us?
WHO IS WHO?