I'm shocked to be alive.
I'm obsessed with the idea of rejection.
At any point, my body can say it no longer accepts its new guest.
I'm a miracle walking a very tight rope.
A NETFLIX SERIES
That's why I want to leave my past behind
I want you to come with me
Die in your arms, sweet love
Sorry about the photo.
It's okay. It's not my best angle.
I can box in the Olympics
I can beg for your forgiveness
I can move to La Castellana
Some songs tear you up inside.
Yeah, some songs can just split you in half.
I can be your faithful driver, woman
I can be everything you imagine
Thanks to your love I was reborn
You were the breath of life…
-No. -Yes.
If you leave, what will be of me?
-Thanks. -Sure.
This song is turning sad
I want to marry you
Stay by your side
Be blessed by your love
That's why I want to leave my past behind
I want you to come with me
Die in your arms, sweet love
My camera.
-Here it is. -My camera.
Come on.
Drop me off here.
Fuck.
Excuse me.
Pardon me.
My wife's inside. Wait.
Fuck.
-Are you okay? -Thank you for rescuing us.
Us?
I'd die if I lost this.
-What a disaster. -It's a shame too.
So, how can I repay you for saving my life?
-I think you're exaggerating a bit. -No, I'm not.
-Besides, look. -What?
A slice of pizza would be perfect.
It's not necessary, really.
Everyone likes pizza. I love it.
It's not that I don't like pizza. I don't like this pizza in particular.
Actually, if you want to make it up to me,
here.
-You own a pizzeria? -Yes.
-Really? -Camila.
Where were you? I've been calling.
Zacarías, I'm so glad you're here.
This is Simón.
Simón. Hi.
This is Zacarías, my husband.
Simón saved me at the concert.
You have no idea how crazy it was.
-Thanks for helping her. -Of course.
Didn't you say you weren't going? What happened?
You know I like to contradict myself. What can I say?
Plus, I love Carlos Vives.
-It was horrible. We were-- -Can we go?
Yes, let's go.
-Nice to meet you. -You too.
Let's go.
No, please!
Sorry.
-You scared me. -I didn't see you. What's wrong?
I had a horrible nightmare.
Really?
What did you dream?
I was drowning, and I had a different face…
These dreams are crazy.
Remember how I never used to dream?
It's weird. These nightmares started when I got the transplant.
Could it be that the heart has the ability to dream?
You're not listening to me, are you?
You think?
I'm thinking my nightmares turn you on.
It's these legs.
They're a danger to humanity.
-Hey. -What?
I still can't.
I don't feel ready yet.
I don't know what's wrong.
Are you running from me or to me?
Should we have some chilaquiles with salsa verde?
Chila-what?
Want some Venezuelan arepas?
Dad, stop goofing around. It's too early.
What's up? Are you busy or something?
Really, it's not funny. Don't you hear yourself?
Relax, I was just trying…
Trying what?
To pretend everything's fine?
Or are you going to be like Aunt Gaby,
saying that death doesn't exist,
and we're all one?
No, I was trying to make you smile, nothing else.
But I'm not smiling, Dad.
I'm not.
Because since my mom's heart was stolen,
it's like they took mine away too.
She was just luckier because I'm still alive.
We have to learn to live and smile again.
Without her.
And we have to clean this kitchen
because if we don't, it's free game for the roaches.
Look who's smiling.
Mom always said that about cockroaches.
Yeah.
Don't you ever think…
about who's walking around with Mom's heart?
Yes.
All the time.
Come here.
You're in perfect shape, Camila.
I don't hear anything out of the ordinary.
If only you'd heard it last night.
It was like my heart was trying to tell me something.
You have a healthy organ that's in perfect condition,
but it's trying to adjust to its new home.
Give it time.
It seems like it doesn't like me.
It's weird, Doctor,
because sometimes I look in the mirror,
and it's like I'm someone else.
It's fleeting, but I feel it.
Transplant recipients tend to have the false idea
that part of the donor's life has been transferred to them.
But it's not true.
Are you really not going to share my donor's identity?
Camila, please. Stop obsessing.
Be thankful and go on with your life, please.
You know what I think?
I think it was a woman.
Look, the only thing you need to know
is that heart is inside you, beating perfectly in your chest.
Now it's yours. That's it.
Please tell your husband I said hi.
Of course.
By the way, Doctor. I'll figure it out.
I don't know how, but mark my words.
I will find out.
Hi, Zacarías. This is Dr. Carrasco.
Listen.
Your wife is still stuck on this.
Now, your job is to rein her in.
This puts a lot of people in danger.
Including you.
Doctor, the information doesn't get out unless I want it to.
Relax.
What a polite way to tell someone to fuck off.
No, thanks.
Dude, this isn't healthy.
How many times have we come back here?
Something Rentería said still resonates in my head.
"Valeria wasn't chosen randomly."
They knew Valeria's heart was compatible with someone else.
They had her medical history, Julio.
Those guys were following us, Julio.
The police have gone over everything.
And they're still investigating.
What do you think, shorty? The house looks better.
I'm not washing the dishes.
Don't worry, I'll do it.
Are you done?
Bring this downstairs, but don't leave it out.
Look for the toolbox and put it in there, okay?
Don't order me around. You're not my mom.
Well, you're not my son, but I have to deal with you, don't I?
Shorty, help me, okay? And then you can play video games.
I'll finish this.
Okay.
Get down if you want to save your head!
Lucas, put that down.
Put it down!
What happened? Hey!
Careful!
-This happened. -What?
What? He had a gun in his hand, Dad!
He stood there and almost killed me!
-What do you mean? -It was an accident.
-An accident. -What?
He shot at me! Somehow he missed, but he shot at me!
What did you do?
That's the last time you'll hold a weapon in your life! Okay?
It's not his fault, Dad. He's ten years old.
-Why do you have a gun in the house? -For protection.
-For protection? -Yes.
But it didn't help you save my mom.
It was an accident, okay?
-An accident? -It was an accident!
Your dad will get rid of the gun. You learned a lesson.
And you'll have to deal with this.
No, Dad.
I promise to get rid of the gun.
I know it won't be easy to be happy again.
But at least we're together. That's all we have.
Thank you.
Remember the image we want to project.
Warmth, closeness, trust.
Look, even if you brought a Pulitzer prize winner here,
making this man seem like a trustworthy candidate is very hard.
If we can hide the empty space between his ears, that's enough.
Don't expect miracles.
-I'll catch up. -Okay.
Sir.
Follow her.
Something's off.
As you wish, boss.
Finally, we meet in person.
All Zac does is talk about you, and now I see why.
It's nice to meet you.
I just came to take some photos.
You have your friends for everything else.
You can't imagine how helpful they are.
She's Fast, and she's Furious.
That's me, Camilita.
A big heart and a desire to serve my people.
I'll set up for the photos.
Is it me, or is your wife more serious than an undertaker?
Braulio, I specifically asked you not to bring the twins.
If the press sees, they'll ask questions. You don't want that.
Why do you want to ruin all the fun?
You act like my dad, damn it!
You paid me to make you president, right?
You have to listen to me.
-Girls, you heard Mr. Grumpy. -Okay.
Wait for me at the hotel. I'll make it up to you later.
Don't spank her.
Go.
All right.
Ready.
Let's take the photos.
What do you think of Julia Moncada's declaration to run?
What advice would you give?
Not to waste her time on politics.
Politics is a man's game.
Listen.
I'm not saying women aren't capable,
but this country's problems
require willpower,
which Julia doesn't have.
This isn't about me! No!
It's about the country and its resurrection!
That's why we all need to come together for change.
Thank you so much. Good day.
So, are women unable to govern as well?
Ms. Valeria had some tests done--
I know, but what tests? For what? Who did them?
I need full information!
Sir, what can I help you with?
My name is Simón Duque, Valeria Duque's husband.
My wife had some tests done a few months ago. I need the results.
Well, ask her for them.
My wife was killed.
Listen to me.
Give me the results,
or I'll think you were involved.
Is that clear?
I can help you, but let me go.
-No, there must be a mistake. -No, those are the tests.
We have a problem.
BECOME A DONOR SAVE LIVES
She was pregnant.
Forensics didn't see it during the autopsy?
I didn't want to upset you more.
I'm sorry.
-This doesn't change anything. -Yes, it does!
My wife wasn't just killed! She was pregnant! Understand?
Do you not like your job? Are you bored? What the fuck?
Do I have to do this for you?
Simón, we've raided dozens of illegal clinics.
We have the reports of transplants done in the country that night.
None of them were hearts.
We interrogated loads of people.
And the anonymous call?
It was made from a public phone.
Don't worry.
I didn't know much about trafficking six months ago--
I celebrated my wife's birthday, not knowing it would be her last.
She was expecting a child I'd never meet.
Look, Simón. Of the 120,000 transplants done every year,
5 to 10% are illegal.
It's a crime that generates billions of dollars in many countries.
Kosovo, Cypress, Egypt--
What the fuck do you want, Rentería?
Understand that what happened to Valeria
wasn't an isolated incident by amateurs.
It's a big network.
You want me to forget and move on?
What the hell do you want, Rentería?
I don't want your kids to lose their father too.
If you keep playing detective, you could get into real trouble.
Anyone could have your wife's heart
if they haven't already left the country.
Don't push this.
It's not worth it.
Thank you.
For the statistics.
It's not that easy.
It's not that hard either.
You know what's hard?
The risk of losing a lot of money.
That's hard.
You could really use it right now.
I want to keep my job.
Dr. Carrasco won't know.
And you know what else?
If it's about money, don't worry.
That's not a problem.
Okay.
I'll see you at 9:00 p.m. At the news station.
Are you still having those weird dreams?
I have a double life.
Can you believe it?
It's like someone's sending me messages.
But I don't understand any of it.
ÁLVARO CELL
Thank you.
I'm only accepting good news today.
Tonight we'll find out who the donor is.
Wait.
What's up?
Did you lose something?
No, I'm looking for something.
What? Molly? Coke? Acid?
-Tell me. -No.
I have a brother in a bad situation. He needs a kidney.
-A kidney? -Yes, I have money.
Guys, this man is looking for a kidney here.
What's he looking for?
A kidney from me?
Let's see how much you have. Let go.
You know what I think?
If I see you in this neighborhood again, I'll fuck you up.
You got it?
Got it?
Bye, honey.
Milonga Bar, downtown.
The guys who sell what you're looking for hang out there.
I came to apologize on behalf of Dr. Carrasco's secretary.
At the last minute, she had the good sense to not come.
Sorry, I don't know what you're saying.
Why would this woman commit a crime?
Seriously, I have no idea what you're talking about, Zacarías.
Camila is upset.
She'll be worse off if she knows who her donor was.
That aside,
it's sad to know a journalist like you, of your stature,
tried to bribe a poor secretary.
Camila's my friend.
Transplant recipients can't know who gave them their organs
because they risk confusing their identity with the donor's.
They get obsessed.
Life becomes a disaster.
They find out every detail, the smallest things, and make it theirs.
To the point where they don't even know themselves.
If we want to help Camila, as we know her…
we can't let her find out who her donor was.
Do it for her.
Convince her to stop the search, please.
God, that's scary.
The dream comes from subconscious guilt for having someone else's heart.
You love flaunting the two semesters you spent studying psychology.
Three semesters, to be clear. Three.
Forget about the dream.
Ignore your brother's babbling.
Look at me.
You have a job you love, a husband who adores you,
a life anyone would envy.
You know what you need?
To enjoy what you have.
I need something else, Mom,
which is what this call should be about.
Tell me.
She chickened out and didn't come.
You're kidding.
I tried to contact her. She told me not to bother her again.
Camila, it's better if we let things be.
A Neapolitan and a four-cheese pizza to table six.
Quick and with love we go.
-Tata, my best friend. -Hi.
And I have a ritual. Every Thursday is pizza Thursday.
So I said, "Let's try my hero's pizza."
"My hero"?
-Really? -Yes.
He says they're delicious. So, here we are.
Wait a minute. I'll have them seat you and bring you a drink.
Obviously, we want your recommendation for the best pizza here.
If I had to recommend something,
I'd recommend you come here every Thursday for pizza.
Oh wow!
You're that good of a cook?
Well, I'm not that great, but my dad is.
I'm a good apprentice.
-Great. -You know what?
I feel like I've been here before.
Since when do you like jazz so much?
Good question.
I'm seeing double.
That's how I like it.
Cheers to Thursdays.
-This song will make you cry. -So?
Did I pass the test?
Ask her.
Well, I'll say,
my nutritionist might lose his job.
Totally.
I have to go. César's here.
Oh, no. Your husband is the most boring guy in the world.
Excuse me? No more than yours.
-Nice to meet you. -You too. Have a good night.
-Well, I should go too. -That's a terrible idea.
You know what the worst part is?
-I agree. -Great.
Another beer, or what?
One more?
It's the first time I've seen my son smile in a long time.
I should bring Zacarías here. He'd love it.
Wouldn't he?
No, maybe not. No, he's so critical.
And boring too. Right?
-Your friend said so. -Yeah.
I don't know.
Zacarías… I think he forgot
that joy, much like the devil, is in the details.
And it comes as easy as it goes.
I don't know. Where did I read that?
Joy is whole, like a tomato.
But happiness is never whole.
There's always something that ruins it.
Happiness is never whole.
Something always ruins it.
But…
What?
-Did I say something wrong? -No.
-You were just staring at me. -Not at all.
Okay, I'll go now. How much is it?
On the house.
No. No way. After all we ate?
No, please. Here's to long-time friends.
-Very long. -Yes.
Well, I know how I can make it up. Look.
I have a photography show next week.
At night.
I want to see you there.
I don't go out very late.
I'm tied up at the pizzeria, but I'll try.
You'll go.
-What? -You'll go.
Bring whoever you want, really.
That trumpet is beautiful.
Really pretty.
-Well, thanks for everything. Night. -Good night.
Raise 100.
Come on. I'm about to win.
"The strong destroy each other, and the weak survive."
-Yes! -Bernard Shaw, a famous playwright.
I talked to some kids at school, and…
I'm looking for something. Maybe you can help me.
We don't sell drugs here.
-Not drugs. It's something… -Yes!
…a bit more complicated.
Yes!
My wife is in poor health.
She needs a heart transplant.
I thought you might have a friend, an associate…
You're in the wrong place.
I have money--
You're in the wrong place. Get out of here, dude!
Where are you going, handsome? Stay a while.
-Come here. -No, thanks.
Hey, where are we going?
What are you doing?
Dead.
Luqui, put that down.
Now I know why Vale hid the controllers.
It's unbearable.
It smells great.
It has meat so you don't complain about Aunt Gaby's eggplant.
-Really? -Yes.
-Lucas! -Luqui.
-Lucas! -Coming.
It has meat. Come on.
-I'm glad you cleaned up here. -I'm hungry.
Where might Simón be?
He was at his audition, right?
-Yes. -An audition?
-Yes. -Weird. Why didn't he tell me?
Where are we going?
Hey, calm down! Hey!
You can't just show up asking questions.
-Who told you about us? -Nobody.
-Smells like a cop. -No!
More like a corpse.
No, I'm not a cop. No!
Garabato.
-What the fuck is so important? -This guy.
He's looking for a heart. I think he's a mole.
-No! Hey! Stop! -Leave him.
He's not worth the bullets.
It's weird he turned up asking questions like this.
Did you hear me?
You know anything about hearts?
-No. -Me neither.
So?
Beat him up so he doesn't keep asking questions.
Fuck him up.
How was--
-What happened? -Nothing.
Who did this to you?
Some guys tried to rob me.
I had the bright idea to defend myself.
Is that makeup, Dad?
No, Luqui. Go get me the first aid kit.
Okay, I'm going.
-We have to take you to the hospital. -No, just a painkiller, and I'll be fine.
-Lucas, we don't need it! -We do. Hurry.
-Here it is. -At least let me help.
Mom always said to use soap and water first
and then disinfect.
You're going backward.
I don't have time, Lucas.
I have good news. Hang on.
Your Dad saved his phone.
No way.
-Stay still. -Hey, be gentle.
LOOKS CAMILA DUARTE
Thank you.
How are you?
Mom, please, easy on the drinks, okay?
Relax. Today, all eyes are on you.
I'll have the pleasure of being invisible.
That's what you're trying to forget.
Relax, my mother-in-law won't get out of hand.
I love when you're afraid of me.
People are saying great things.
Considering the cost of the champagne, they should clap for every photo.
We're glad to have you, you mastermind.
I had to beg him not to bring his star candidate.
The only star you get is me.
It's a joke.
-Excuse me. -Sure, babe.
-Hi. -You came.
Yeah, I was excited to see your work.
Well, I hope you like my photos as much as I like your pizza.
-No. -Thank you.
And if not, lie. It doesn't matter.
I'm nervous.
To whom do we owe the pleasure?
He's the guy who got my camera back.
He rescued me at the Carlos Vives concert.
And you were so grateful you invited him to the show?
-Yes. -Of course.
Simón also owns--
-A pizzeria? -Yes.
How do you know?
-You told me. -I did?
-Camila Duarte? -Yes.
-Carlos Sepúlveda, from El Espectador. -How are you?
-Great. Can we talk? -Yes, of course.
-Excuse me. -Sure.
Enjoy.
How's your Hawaiian pizza?
We make all types of pizzas, except for Hawaiian.
-Can I ask you a question? -Yes.
Do pizza chefs know about art?
I have a lot of answers to that question, but I'll keep quiet.
Better off. Ignorance is bold.
I'm going to look around.
Sure.
Subtitle translation by: Zach Beacher