Mama Cake (2024) s01e01 Episode Script

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The characters, plot, situations
and stories are purely fictional.
Any resemblance to fact
is purely coincidental.
[solemn instrumental music playing]
[engine sputtering]
-[woman groans]
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palmier
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[tense music playing]
[music crescendoes]
[Aurelia] Where am I?
Where am I?
Where am I?
[officer] We ask the questions.
Do you know María Sánchez Olvera?
Mama Cake?
[officer] What kind of relationship
do you have with this woman?
I don't understand what this is all about.
[officer] I'll repeat the question.
What kind of relationship
do you have with this woman?
If what you want to know is
if I'm part of her team,
the answer is
yes.
I'm part of the team.
And I don't regret a thing.
[pleasant music playing]
[Gloria] This wall needs to be taken down.
[man] Hmm.
[Gloria] Can you handle it, maestro?
Perfect. I need space
for the lipo cavitation.
What are you doing in my house?
Visualizing, ex-sister-in-law.
And it's not your house anymore.
You're trespassing on private property.
Xiadani!
And you are breaking and entering.
María, you have to go now.
The spa is going to happen
and it's going to happen here.
Xiadani!
Out of respect for my brother,
I won't get the police to throw you out.
Xiadani!
[Gloria] But if you continue
to be stubborn
[María] What's the point of you being here
if anyone can come in,
and you don't even notice?
Sorry? I'm not just anyone.
I'm not a security guard.
You don't have anyone
to take care of, or do you?
Okay, well, at least pay attention, child.
I want you both out this week,
do you hear me?
That's not for you to decide.
You stay out of it.
And you're not the one
to decide that, Gloria.
I'm the owner of this house.
[laughing] Please!
I'm the owner of this house!
Move aside.
María!
-You have symptoms of senile dementia.
-[drawer rattles]
This proves it.
Hmm? My husband left me this document
that makes me heir to this entire house.
Signed as his last will and testament
with his own blessed hand.
[Gloria] What a coincidence.
[sighs]
My brother left me this document
where it states that I am the heir,
signed as his last will and testament
by his own blessed hand.
[Xiadani laughs]
-The old bastard!
-[María] Xiadani!
That's my late husband!
And my brother!
Well, my late boss
left me this little piece of paper
where it says
that I'm the heir to this house,
signed by his own blessed hand.
-That old bastard!
-That old bastard!
Well, they're authentic.
The signatures are the same.
It seems that Eduardo's real last will
was to leave you all the house.
Dibs on the master bedroom!
[Gloria] You go find a lawyer.
I plan to contest this nonsense.
Your work here is finished.
And don't you forget
the great debt you owe me.
The total of all
of these promissory notes you owe
basically covers
your supposed inheritance.
No. You can't do this to me.
I was taking care of your brother,
nursing him until his final breath.
You can't do this.
Your duty as a concubine.
But you owe me for all the treatment,
the medication.
Come on, even Xiadani's wages.
This is a fact.
So don't embarrass yourself anymore.
Pack your bags.
Don't think that I don't feel
any love for you, ex-sister-in-law.
Also, tomorrow, I'm having brunch
with my investors to celebrate
my most glamorous spa.
Why don't you bake
one of those tasty little cakes
that you make for my parties?
I'll pay for it.
Well, I'll deduct it from your debt.
[Xiadani] Thank you very much.
How generous.
The lady's feeling generous!
Thanks for the charity!
Excuse me.
I don't even have the strength nor
motivation nor the will to fight anymore.
What are you going to do?
What I should have done a long time ago.
Go to a nursing home
and be cared for in my final days.
Are you really
going to just die like that?
But you're still strong.
No, girl, no.
I stayed strong for my husband,
but what good did it do? None.
Eduardo took everything from me.
My energy, this house, my dignity,
and even my daughters.
What are you saying, María?
My girls.
[María sighs sadly]
I can't take them to the nursing home.
My María Magdalena.
My María Salomé.
My María Juana.
I have to leave them with someone
who loves them as much as I do.
-Why don't you leave them to me?
-[María] You?
[scoffs and chuckles] You'll sell them.
Trust me. I'm a good caretaker.
They'd end up as ashes.
At least they'd fulfill their destiny.
No, my daughters had one reason to exist.
-To take my husband's cancer pain away.
-[Xiadani] Hmm.
And they were raised with a lot of love.
That's why they're so healthy, right?
Tell me you never touched them.
[smacks lips] Don't be a prude.
As if you've never tried them.
-[exclaims] Make no mistake.
-Hmm.
-I had a very full life before this.
-Mmm-hmm.
I see. A little joint now and then.
It's no big deal.
Why don't we have a farewell party?
It should be with the plants.
-Better than being thrown away.
-[María] No, never that.
There you go.
We have our own ailments here too.
Hmm? Don't deny your girls the opportunity
to take care of their mother,
to see her smile.
[María] That's it! [laughs]
I always thought this was a little vase
you ordered online.
No, that beauty was given to me
by one of my fuck buddies.
A what?
They're like boyfriends.
They provide love,
and then leave
and don't cause any trouble. [laughs]
In my day, we called them
"friends with benefits,"
-and with gifts too.
-[Xiadani exclaiming]
-[laughing]
-No, María!
-I don't do that to my friends.
-[both laughing]
-[lighter ignites]
-[María] Oh
Look, I should've had
these treats much earlier.
Oh, so many years,
just for Eduardo
to give away a piece of my roof
to my miserable
ex-sister-in-law, that Gloria.
Mmm-hmm. What did I do to him
to put me in this mess?
Pure high-quality care, right?
-[María laughing]
-Well, yes. [laughs]
Oh, such beautiful peace.
-[exclaiming] What are you doing?
-What?
My sister-in-law might see us.
Don't make more trouble, we have enough.
I refuse to make things easy
for that witch.
-Imagine
-What?
if we get the promissory notes off
of her. Eh?
[exclaims] Very good!
And then, when she comes
to claim her share as our roommate,
-we burn her at the stake.
-[both exclaiming]
-I like that!
-[both laugh]
Let's do it!
But, how?
[gasps] The cake.
What cake?
-The one you'll make for her fancy brunch.
-[chuckles nervously]
-The pot has gotten to you.
-No.
[María] Why would I cook
anything for them?
[chuckling] No,
I don't plan to bake them any cakes.
[Xiadani] Of course you will,
but a very special one.
[María exclaims]
[both laughing]
[mystical music playing]
[both chuckling]
[Xiadani] The perfect cake.
And when the guests have eaten
that delicious delicacy,
and are flying high, so high, so high,
we take care of that little detail
that worries us.
And we become
lord and master of this castle!
-[both laughing]
-Let's do it!
[upbeat rock music playing]
[both exclaim]
Black is black ♪
I want my baby back ♪
It's grey, it's grey ♪
Since she went away, oh, oh ♪
What can I do? ♪
'Cause I'm feelin' blue ♪
If I had my way ♪
She'd be back today ♪
But she don't have time ♪
To see me again, oh, oh ♪
What can I do? ♪
'Cause I'm feelin' blue ♪
I can't choose, it's too much to lose ♪
My love's too strong ♪
Woah ♪
Woah ♪
-[song ends]
-[doorbell rings]
-[dog barking]
-Hmm?
[doorbell rings]
[gasps]
Alfonso!
Poncho.
You told me you didn't know each other.
How could we not know each other?
He's my son!
No, ma'am, he's your son's son,
Hugo Alfonso Núñez Sánchez.
Mrs. María, this is your grandson, Poncho.
Ah, Poncho.
Poncho. [sighs]
Ponchito.
[suspenseful music playing]
What are we looking at here?
-It's my mom's arm through the windshield.
-[shudders]
[groans]
Your daughter-in-law had problems
with alcohol.
[exclaims sadly] I'm so sorry, Alfonso.
Poncho.
Poncho needs stability, sobriety,
a firm but loving home, a house.
-Hmm.
-[Xiadani laughs]
Until he reaches legal age.
It'll be a few months.
Since he has no mother or father,
he would have to go to the orphanage.
Don't worry.
You're not going back
to that orphanage. Don't stress.
I'll take care of that.
-[grunts]
-If we want a house for your grandson,
we have to hurry
and burn those promissory notes.
Maybe we should go back to the judge.
No way.
He's my son. Well, my grandson.
I'm his family, all that Poncho has.
No, no! It's decided.
Poncho stays here with me, starting today.
So, do you agree
to temporary guardianship?
Yes.
Let's see.
Hmm.
Are you baking a cake?
It smells delicious.
I'll gladly take a slice of it.
You can't.
We're done.
Thank you very much.
There you go. Thank you.
-Mmm Show the lady to the door.
-[Xiadani] Mmm-hmm.
Excuse me.
Go ahead.
[officer] Regarding María Sánchez Olvera,
there are very serious allegations.
Very serious crimes
that she'll have to face.
If there's one thing I am sure of,
it's that Mama Cake is one of those women
who aren't deterred by life's challenges.
On the contrary,
they help you discover who you are.
This is a second chance
to redeem myself with my son.
María, this is not your missing child.
Don't get confused.
He's your surprise grandson.
Yes, I know, I'm not crazy.
But life is giving me
a second chance to do things right.
Or to screw it up a second time.
Are you a grandma?
What, is there a manual for that?
Ponchito.
Poncho.
Well, I know this place isn't much,
but you can put up anything you want.
I don't know what boys like these days.
Hmm, I can get you a calendar of sexy
girls from my friend at the tire shop.
Mmm-mmm.
Poncho, what I said
to the lady is the truth.
You are welcome.
You can do whatever you want.
No, what are you saying, María?
Set some rules.
Can't you see he's a teenager
and is already grown up?
An iron fist.
[stutters] Would you like some dinner?
Maybe you could have a hot bath.
Or do you want to see photos of your dad?
[exclaims] Do you have photos of Alfonso?
Well, no, I don't.
Well, we'd better let you rest here.
Make yourself at home, Poncho.
Rest.
Well, the home might disappear, right? Oh!
He's a bit odd.
What if he's a psychopath?
I've seen a lot of shows
where they analyze psychopaths.
And he's behaving very strangely.
That's enough.
My grandson is my responsibility now.
And you know what? I'm going to sleep now,
because I'm seeing double
and don't understand much.
-Um, uh
-That was a lot of emotions for one day.
Too many.
[amusing music playing]
[grunts]
[María] Look at him, he looks just like
my Alfonso when he was 17 years old.
Tabachines
Residence
The way he looks. Well, everything.
Even his voice.
Well, what I heard of his voice,
because he hardly speaks at all.
Mmm-hmm. Now that's news.
What are you going to do?
I have to fight for the house
so that Poncho has a place to live.
You know what? I was thinking.
Let's see, what do you think?
Reopen the Mama Cake business,
but in style, right?
Find a place to serve
and sell my desserts.
-What do you think?
-[chuckles]
I'm getting excited just imagining you
dusting off the oven
and kneading the dough.
[chuckles softly]
What a thing to say, Wences!
Besides, that oven
must be half rusted by now.
I haven't used it for so long.
-[exclaims]
-[laughs]
[both singing]
Hmm.
[phone rings]
Yes?
-[María] Alfonso?
-Poncho.
Yes, Poncho, sorry.
Yes, it's good to hear from you, son.
Are you comfortable in the house?
You know what?
I'd really like to talk to you,
but at the moment,
I really need to talk to Xiadani.
Is she there? Please, can you put her on?
No, Xiadani isn't here.
She went out to run an errand.
Did she say where to?
No, but she's going to the neighbor's.
[María] Oh! Is she taking something
to my sister-in-law?
She's bringing them a cake.
Okay, you know what? I'll see you later.
[car horn honks]
There is no doubt that the future lies
in new technologies.
All the equipment
will be state-of-the-art.
Okay, pass me.
What you're about to see
is the gateway to the success we dream of.
Come on, kids.
[kids] Mom, she knocked over our cake!
which will make us
the best spa in the country.
[tense music playing]
WE ARE GRATEFUL
FOR THE STELLAR PERFORMANCE FROM
[closing theme music playing]