Eva didn't tell us why she'd been crying,
or why she decided to leave the school.
But we all understood we were up against the clock
in a race to keep the first woman to come into our lives
from vanishing as quickly as she had appeared.
All right, everyone. Please listen up.
This is important, and you all must participate,
so quiet down and pay attention.
As a result of the development plan put forth by the Ministry of Education,
you'll be asked to project into the future.
And so, I'll call you one by one
and you'll tell me what career you'd like to study.
That way, we as an educational institution,
can use this valuable information for your future careers. Okay? Sound good?
Ahem.
Very well then. Why don't we begin with you, Guzmán?
Thanks, Professor. I didn't have to think about it much.
I want to study philosophy.
Yeah, right, dumbass. More like ballet.
Come on, Salcedo. No cursing, please.
Sorry, Ma'am.
All right. Now let's move on to… Castro.
I'm not sure.
I guess like a…
Like a professional athlete.
Arbeláez?
I want to work on computer systems.
Not a musician like your papa?
No. No way. There's more money in computers.
I'll have it ready by 6 p.m. Sure. Suárez? Suárez, the reports, please.
Pabón?
An astronaut.
ASTRONAUT PABÓN
The brothers Acuña?
Policemen.
How are we doing today?
Yep. That'll do nicely. Thank you. Hey.
All right, Salcedo, why don't you go next?
I want to be a teacher.
So what? Think I can't?
Granados?
Yes, Professor. Okay, I would like to be a sports announcer for the radio.
Yes.
The one that goes, "He shoots, he scores!"
I can imagine it.
Very nice. Eva?
The truth is I really couldn't tell you what I want to be, Professor Estela.
But I do know what I don't want to be.
I do not want to be a sportsperson.
I don't want to be a teacher.
I don't want to be a journalist, or an astronaut,
or an engineer, an architect, or a lawyer.
All those professions only support the hypocritical kinds of economic success.
So, if I'm going to be like anybody, I'd prefer Stephen Dedalus,
the protagonist in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by Joyce,
who had the courage to dedicate his life to art.
EVA LASTING
A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN
Eva! Excuse me.
Hey there.
-Where are you going? -To my house.
Uh, we were thinking of heading down to the 68
to play some pool and drink some beer. Wanna come with?
No. Thank you, but I'm not really in the mood right now.
Why not just tell me what's going on?
That way, we can help and you don't have to go to another school.
Enjoy, and drink a beer for me, okay?
-What's up? What did she say? -Well, nothing.
Come on.
She was fine yesterday,
which means whatever happened happened last night.
We may be getting worked up over nothing.
You know that Eva gets really crazy.
I bet, by tomorrow, she'll be totally fine.
I'm not so sure about that. I think she really might leave José María.
We can't let her.
I only say that
because I don't want to see you dumbasses crying over some chick. Got it?
So what now?
We give her a reason to stay.
Like what?
I have an idea.
We were all affected by the possibility of Eva leaving the school.
And paradoxically,
that unleashed a competition of ideas to conquer her heart.
-Extracurricular activities? -Mm-hm.
It sounds boring at first, but it could be really cool.
And since you said you're interested in art stuff,
we could do something artsy.
Plus it's something to do.
While you decide if you want to leave the school.
And don't forget that with extracurricular activities,
we can skip class.
Good point.
Plus, everybody brought a proposal for us to consider.
Arbeláez?
Well, I was thinking, at the next school meeting, we form a group.
Maybe we could do a lip-sync to a song.
No. The idea is to do something where all of us can participate.
Lip-sync was rejected.
We weren't going to let anyone have an advantage.
I was thinking all night, and…
I c-came up with nothing.
Why does that not surprise me? Your head is just empty.
How about you learn to play soccer?
Soccer's not an art.
What? Are you crazy?
Haven't you heard of César Cueto, the Left-Footed Poet?
Ooh!
Do you know how to play?
Yes, but if my dad finds out, I'm in big trouble, you know?
Rejected.
Women's soccer still had 30 years to go to become a reality.
What we have to do is organize a dance group.
Rejected by a sweeping majority.
Well, my idea isn't art,
but I thought maybe we could start a school newspaper.
Oof, that's boring.
Actually, I have an idea.
Bingo.
That meant that Eva took the bait
and our strategy might just work.
-A choir? -Yes, Professor.
The schools always encouraging us to enrol in extracurricular activities.
Choir's perfect.
And don't forget,
we have the school talent show coming real soon.
We could participate, representing José María.
Hm.
But can any of you actually sing?
Uh, why ask us that, Professor?
-Well, obviously. -Yes.
If we weren't able to sing, we wouldn't be proposing it.
Yes. All right then.
Well, I suppose. What kind of music do you want to sing?
Rancheras?
What, don't you like Vicente Fernández?
-Well, yes, but-- -No.
Bro, come on. Let's be realistic, okay?
We told Professor Estela that we knew how to sing.
But do we know how to sing?
To sing Rancheras, you have to do it right.
Exactly.
Maybe we could sing folk music. Or bambuco.
What? That's old-people music.
Ballads.
We need to find ballads that are not just for old people and are easy to sing.
Mm-hm. Yeah, that's it. I like that.
But it really needs to be something different.
Ballads in English.
"Today, I woke up…"
It was insinuated…
Well, more like insisted by Miss Estela
that we ask for help from our English teacher.
"Today, I woke up…"
In spite of McLuhan's early warnings,
in the '70s, globalization hadn't yet materialized,
and in the district schools, English teachers acted like placeholders.
Very good.
Professor, I honestly think that your pronunciation
is horrible and incorrect,
and that you don't know how to speak English.
What? Um…
Very, very good. Very good. Yeah.
THE LADY OF THE CAMELLIAS A. DUMAS
A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Are you sure you want to read this book?
-Because it's not easy. If you'd like… -Yep. Thanks.
I must admit that borrowing the book
was a betrayal of our agreement
that we'd fight for Eva under the same conditions.
He's doing it again.
"What was after the universe? Nothing."
"But was there anything round the universe
to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?"
Camilo, dinner's ready!
Coming!
Mm, we have to be ready this weekend,
because we're playing the Green team.
And we really need that qualification. You hear what I'm saying, Camilo?
Ana, if you want to go, let me know. I can always get you a ticket.
No, thank you, Mr. José. You know soccer and I don't…
What women miss for not understanding the game.
Mm. Well, I don't think I can go with you on Sunday either.
Didn't you hear me?
We're fighting for qualifying.
-Right. -We gotta be there, kid. No choice.
Well, the thing is, I… I have too much homework.
I don't know.
Okay. Let's see.
So you are going upstairs to study for your future?
And in your future, you want to be a sports announcer.
-Mm. No, sir. -No?
No, I'm not sure of being a sports announcer anymore.
I mean, right now, I'm way more sure of what I don't want to be
than what I want to be.
Oh. Okay then.
So what don't you want to be?
I don't know.
Just not any professions that only seek out
the hypocritical and egotistical ways to be successful.
Let me show you.
Due to our English teacher's failure, Eva assumed the role
and tried to teach us the song's pronunciation.
"That moment for eternity."
"I would have wanted…
We were horrible at English.
"…that moment for eternity."
Good job.
Except for Pabón,
who, in that moment, seemed to switch gears from astronaut
to translator.
What do you mean?
Because your English is pretty good.
Where'd you learn it?
Thanks. Wait. Have you ever been to the United States or…
No. I learned by a mail correspondence course.
But I have aspirations to read Shakespeare and Poe in their original language.
In those days, with no Internet,
taking courses by mail was very popular.
They were varied for any subject and for all budgets.
But the question was,
could one learn to pronounce English like Eva by mail?
I can't believe she didn't tell you why she's leaving.
-Aren't you best friends? -No way.
I can't believe you care so much. Didn't you hate Eva?
No, I repeat. This is about you guys.
-You all look so worried about this girl. -Well, what a gesture. Thanks.
-What are friends for? -Come on, bro. Why don't you cut the crap?
We all know you really like Eva too,
and you're the one who cares more than anyone that she's leaving.
-You know what, bro? I'm fed up. -What?
I'm the dumbass trying to help, and you treat me like this?
-I see. Now you're gonna get mad? -No. I quit.
-Quit what? -You and your issues with that chick.
If she's leaving, best wishes to her. I couldn't care less.
-You always do this. -See ya.
Get away.
Idiots. All of them.
I'm home.
-Young man. -Yeah, Dad?
-Can you explain this is to me? -A book?
Mm-hm.
Have you been going through my things, Pa?
"I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do."
"I will not serve that in which I no longer believe,
whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church."
You really believe this?
What happened? Now you're an atheist?
No, I'm not. I believe in literature. It's different.
So you're planning on not eating?
No. A lot of writers do just fine. Gabriel García Márquez sells tons--
You're not Gabriel García Márquez.
No, maybe not. But how about the future, huh?
I want it back.
He doesn't sell that many books.
Thanks.
We gave up on our plan to sing in English.
And since the whole point was to continue keeping Eva's mind busy,
Salcedo, having forgotten his temper tantrum the day before,
introduced us to a song that he wrote himself in Spanish.
"Eres Todo Para Mí"
It's beautiful, Martín.
So you like it?
Absolutely. It has soul, feeling, and poetry.
This is what we're singing.
What I do for you guys.
It was amazing that a bully with only a couple of neurons firing
could be so sensitive.
From that day on, Salcedo had changed his career aspirations.
He didn't want to be a teacher anymore. He wanted to be a composer.
And even if though he wouldn't admit it, he had found his muse.
While Miss Estela was also blown away by Salcedo's artistic talents,
we were just as shocked by her radical new look.
I have to say, I'm truly impressed,
because I didn't know you had these kinds of literary skills.
This is beautiful, Salcedo.
Of course it is.
Some of the things you taught me have stuck, huh?
Oh, well,
I'm feeling so emotional.
Guys, I have to say,
I think Martín Salcedo, our new poet laureate,
deserves a big round of applause.
Thanks. Thank you very much. Thank you.
Just talent. What can I say? You can't really teach it, I guess.
Now it was Arbeláez's turn to shine.
As a musician's son, and a musician himself,
he stepped up to lead the choir, and led authoritatively.
He abandoned the idea of working with computers,
and made peace with the music in his blood.
Yes. It's weird. Miss Estela likes to dress differently.
Ever since I've been in this school, this is the first time I've seen her
dressed up like a proper lady.
I kinda liked the other look better.
So did I. She was b-beautiful.
Actually, she looked more--
Elegant, yeah.
I think the administration put pressure on her to dress like the other teachers.
What?
I heard somewhere that some parents complained
because she was exposed too much.
We can't allow that.
This is invasion of a person's privacy. Of a woman. It's unacceptable.
We have to protest.
We have to do something in order to support Professor Estela.
Yes, but we should make sure that's the reason behind why she has, you know…
-Why Professor Estela changed. -Agreed.
If we get ahead of ourselves, we might screw up.
-Yes. -All right, but we have to investigate.
And if it's true, I can count on you to protest, right?
Mm.
Shooting himself in the foot,
Arbeláez decided the song needed a solo.
And that audition put Pabón on the map.
Who, in spite of his shyness, was the best singer we had.
That's when he switched from translator to vocalist.
The choir snapped Eva out of her mysterious depression.
And this gave us hope that she wouldn't leave.
But we began to pay a price. The unity of our group.
I don't know how you feel,
but I don't think the song really needs a solo.
Who knows about music here, Granados? You or me?
You, of course, but I know we agreed on equal participation.
Don't get mad about it, Granados. Calm yourself.
It should be a matter of equality. Didn't we all agree?
Hey! Let me go, let me go. Don't mess with my bag!
Speaking of equality, you have some explaining to do.
-What? -Look.
-What does this mean? -What do you mean? It's a book, bro.
The book Eva mentioned in class?
-Yeah, so? -Why do you have it?
-Because I'm reading it, you jerk. -What for?
To impress her? Score some points with her?
Hm, not nice, Granados. That's not fair play.
-And this traitor speaks of equality. -It has nothing to do with her.
It's a good book. I enjoy reading it. You guys know that.
If what you're saying is true,
I suppose you won't have any problem if we pass it around?
-No. -Maybe we'll end up liking literature.
Isn't that right, dudes?
Of course. I guess we're gonna find out soon, Salcedo.
There was nothing I could do,
as the group graduated from porno mags to Joyce.
A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN
Salcedo didn't get past the third page when sleep beat him in a knockout.
Hey. What are you thinking?
-Ugh. This might as well be in Chinese. -That's what I thought.
Which means that Granados was trying to get himself closer to Eva, bro.
We'll see about that, man.
-Could you really sing on Mother's Day? -Yes.
It would be special treat for us to perform in front of the whole school.
But are you actually ready, because Mother's Day is around the corner?
Yes, of course.
Yes, Professor. We picked a song out already.
We've practiced a lot. In fact, we could sing it for you now if you want?
No, Arbeláez. Not necessary.
I trust you, and I approve of this plan.
So then your group will debut on Mother's Day.
-All right. -Your new look is beautiful, Professor.
Although the opinions are divided amongst all the boys.
Is there a reason for the makeover?
Just wanted to try something new.
You're everything to me. Okay, so this is…
Bro, it's your turn.
You finished it?
No. But I'm okay with what I read.
-Take it. -Hm. No, thanks.
I'll just get a headache.
No, no, no, wait, wait. Pabón. No, no, Pabón. Pabón. Pabón!
Pabón thinks he's Nino Bravo.
And Arbeláez, that asshole, keeps egging him on.
We should go and talk to him. Tell him we're in the choir too.
-Yes. -Are you sure?
Can't you see that the only thing we're doing here is getting in their way?
It's clear that we're totally bothering everyone.
You guys really think my solo doesn't work?
I mean, come on, bro.
If Salcedo, the composer of the song, says so, well…
The song needs, um, some more energy. Dynamics.
Arbeláez was saying--
All Arbeláez wants is to embarrass you on Mother's Day,
to get you out of the way.
Then he can have the spotlight to himself.
That man needs to get what he deserves. I'm serious.
Our rehearsals had at least demonstrated that literature,
much less Joyce, wasn't for everybody.
-Take it. -Did you read it?
Didn't get past page three.
But what was really serious
was that the bonds inside the group were getting tense
and about to explode.
All right, guys. I've kept my word.
I've done my homework and discovered all of the possible universities
where you can study the careers of your dreams.
All right then, I will begin with Guzmán.
How about this?
There's a university in Europe that has a phenomenal program in philosophy.
They have grants available too.
Nice one, Guzmán.
Um, Professor, I don't want to be a philosopher.
I wanna be a ballerina.
Oh, what? A girl?
Silence, please. A ballerina?
I'll find out something. Some more information.
All right. Um, Castro.
At this university, you could pursue a bachelors degree in physical education,
and combine it with your soccer playing, you know?
It's soccer, but a higher educational context. Hm?
Um… No, Professor.
I've been thinking about it and I don't want to be a soccer player.
I'd… I'd rather focus on critiquing music.
Well, I wish you luck with that ear.
All right, silence, please. Music critic.
Um, Granados?
Yes, Professor.
Are you not interested anymore in being a sports announcer?
There's an interesting career studying broadcast journalism.
No. No, Professor.
Um, I… I've been thinking,
and I really… I want to write books.
Is that so? Who are you trying to impress?
-Ooh. -Hey, why don't you shut up?
Pabón?
I…
N-n-now I'm thinking translator or singer.
So no more being an astronaut? No?
No. Not anymore.
Hey, man.
"Thi-thi-think that's a better idea, bro?
Arbeláez.
Combining music with computer engineering could be very useful,
as you'd have two careers to choose between then.
Truth be told, Professor, if you really want to do music…
you have to give it 100% of your time.
You're totally right.
I hope he doesn't end up a drunk, like his papa, no?
Please, be respectful.
-Ma'am. -Talk to me.
I've been thinking about it and, uh…
And I'd rather be a composer.
What?
-Boo. -Will it take long?
No, we're just singing.
-I haven't seen you practicing. -Granados.
Come on, quick. All right. It's time!
-Let's go. -Get to class.
The Mother's Day performance had arrived.
Eva, is your dad not coming?
He's in Barranquilla with an architect.
Hold on. Architect?
Wasn't he an engineer?
Eva.
Just pay attention.
Continuing on, we have a performance from the choir of 10B.
Today, they will present a beautiful song.
written, amazingly, by one of our own students.
Please join me in giving a very special round of applause
to Martín Salcedo!
Thank you! Thanks.
-All right. Let's go. Up, up. -Get up, son.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY 1976
One, two.
Hey, asshole, what are you doing?
What happened?
What do you mean, bro? It's… It's part of the song.
No. It's not part of the song.
-You stupid cheater. What are you doing? -That's not what we rehearsed.
You're the one playing unfairly, because you, bro,
have been a motherfucking liar.
-Who are you calling a liar? -Enough. No fighting here.
No, no, I want to know who this son of a bitch is calling a liar. Huh?
You're a son of a bitch,
little brother.
And you wanna know something?
Our dear friend here, Salcedo, he didn't write this song.
In fact, I heard this song this morning on the radio,
being sung by a Mexican group.
You're a snitch, bro!
-Is that true, Salcedo? -Of course it's true.
You know why he did it?
Because Salcedo
is majorly in love with you, Eva.
Oh yeah? And you're not?
Or maybe you're not, Pabón?
How about you, Arbeláez?
-Or maybe you're not, Granados? -But at least I didn't lie.
Oh no? But you had all of us eating up the fantasy
that you were some kind of a professional musician.
Isn't that what he had all of us believe?
-Huh? -We all need to calm down--
Shut your mouth, Granados!
You're so fucking fake, bro.
-Why? -I agree, bro.
You, you're such a moron, bro.
-Talk about two-faced. -I'm not a moron.
You're signing books out of the library to look like some kind of genius for Eva.
-I didn't do that for her. -Sure. I bet.
-You are two-faced, Granados. -Shut the hell up, Pabón.
You're the fakest of them all.
You were always sucking up to Arbeláez for a solo,
then you took advantage of the situation.
Hey, son! Be bold.
Gustavo, don't let him talk to you like that.
You, respect my boy.
Everyone knows you run around with those porno magazines,
trying to pervert everybody.
What did you say, moron?
Say that again.
Moron?
Moron? You're the moron, kid.
Going steady with your hand and jerking into the porno. You little asshole.
Please demonstrate a little respect, Mr. Pabón.
You don't have the moral compass to reprimand my son.
-You have plenty to hide. -Me?
Really? And what the hell do you know?
Your husband is a hypocrite.
He's talking like a saint right now, but what he fails to mention
is that he is cheating on you with Professor Estela.
Leticia.
No. What are you trying to say to me? Tell me!
-Henry? -She's insane.
Why don't you try explaining why you changed your look,
and why you're in such a good mood these days, Professor?
Almost out of here.
I'll talk to my wife.
I'll confess to her.
Lady, why don't we relax instead
and let the kids finish their performance?
You can dial down that PMS tone. It's not a good look.
How can you talk that way to my mom?
I'm gonna give you the beating your father never bothered to give you
since he's a deadbeat!
Henry.
Why are you doing this?
Why do you deny me in front of everyone here, Henry?
Huh? You know that I love you and that I have done so many things for you.
So let me ask you a question.
Don't you care about what I'm feeling for you in this moment?
Don't you care about everything I gave you and all the things we've done together?
I don't know, lady, if you're high on chalk dust or what,
but there's never been anything between us, woman. Not… Not ever.
Let's go.
Henry, you are such a lying bastard!
Come back here and tell the truth! I can't take it anymore, Henry!
Mother's Day and the choir's debut ended in disaster.
It was a unique and tragic moment.
The one least expected
for the sad explanation as to why our home room teacher's look had changed.
You didn't tell me you had it figured out all along.
No, no, I hadn't figured it out.
But it seems pretty evident, no?
And yourself?
Who, me?
Castro told me you were reading those books to score some points with me.
-Is that true? -No. Castro, no… No, no, no.
Because if it is, you know, I would think that's pretty cute.
Yeah?
But I did tell you guys you have no chance with me.
Because I see you all as my little brothers. Nothing more.
-That okay? -Yes, obviously. I know.
Well, the book was mostly out of curiosity about what you said in class.
So I got it from the library and I liked the lecture, so…
So that's why you want to be a writer?
Mm-hm. Yeah. Pretty much.
Why didn't you tell me anything?
Well, I don't know, because…
Why are your parents here?
They called an emergency PTA meeting over the issue with Miss Estela.
-Really? -Yes.
We have to keep an eye on that meeting,
because they're cooking up some injustice and we can't let them get away with it.
Yeah.
I also don't completely understand what happened.
Yes, Mr. Granados?
Thanks, Dr. Alicia. I would like to submit another item for the agenda if possible.
Mr. Granados, this is an emergency meeting.
Sure. Of course. I know. I understand it's extraordinary, Doctor.
The facts that we have established here between the students from classroom 10B
and Miss Estela Malagón on Mother's Day.
Hold on a second. The point I want to discuss is related to this day.
-All right, we're listening. -Thank you, Doctor.
I would like us to talk about the books the school is allowing the kids to read.
I'm sorry, but I don't follow.
The books are strange, Doctor. They confuse young minds.
We have to put a stop to it.
I'm sure what they're reading has to do with what happened on Mother's Day.
So, I ask you, what is this administration going to--
I completely disagree with including this item on today's agenda.
This is not right.
We're gonna start censoring what our children read and say?
That's not right. The school's job is to open the students' minds.
Not hide them in a cave. Ignorant. Lost in the Dark Ages.
No, Doctor. No. I will not stand for that, Doctor.
Is the meeting really over already?
It wasn't hard to imagine what had happened in that room.
But based on how my parents left,
it was clear that, in my mother's absence, the meeting ended up hurting Miss Estela.
It's unbelievable that such an important day as Mother's Day
became what it ended up becoming.
You are a disgrace to this institution.
And since it's clear that you need a stronger hand,
effective immediately, I will be your new home room teacher.
Mm-hm. And I won't take my eyes off you.
-Miss Samper? -Where is Professor Estela?
Professor Estela's retired from this institution.
Wait, but why?
Because the PTA and their families consider it quite
inconvenient to have a person on our staff
with those reproachable moral behaviors and values.
But honestly, all she did was fall for Mr. Pabón.
That's not a crime or a sin.
-Mr. Pabón is a married man. -He told her he would get a separation.
Honestly, now, Miss Samper, I don't think this is the place for this conversation.
My name is not Miss Samper. My name is Eva.
And I think this is the perfect place to have this conversation.
While I catch up with what you were doing--
Are you going to ignore me, Doctor?
Did you forget to whom you're talking to?
No. I simply want an answer about why was Professor Estela let go?
I already told you.
Yes, but that wasn't very convincing to me.
Or are you also going to be punishing Mr. Pabón? Sorry, Gustavo.
Mr. Pabón is not part of this institution.
Oh, so the problem isn't what happened,
but the fact that Professor Estela is part of the school.
In a way, yes, that's correct.
But she didn't do it inside the school, nor with anybody in the school.
She did it outside of your purview.
Or do you have the right
to invade the privacy of your employees while they're not on school premises?
The school's regulations are really quite comprehensive--
Yes, I know the regulations, thoroughly.
They have nothing to say about what happened.
Okay, Miss Samper, please come with me to the principal's office.
Again, my name is not Miss Samper. It's Eva.
And sure, I'll accompany you.
At that moment, I thought that, even if she was unaware of it,
in the future, Eva could become a great lawyer.
"You made me confess the fears that I have,
but I will tell you also what I do not fear."
"I do not fear to be alone, or to be spurned for another,
or to leave whatever I have to leave."
"I'm not afraid to make a mistake."
"Even a giant mistake."
"A lifelong mistake. And perhaps as long as eternity too."
-"As long as eternity--" -Nothing?
Nothing. She's still in there.
-Expelled? -It's all the same. She wants to leave.
So? Did you talk to her?
Hm.
I have news for you.
You might be interested.
She loves us like her little brothers, Salcedo.
So all this fuss was for absolutely nothing.
I feel bad for you.
I did all I could to help you out.
Thanks.
It serves as a life experience, and now our eyes are open.
Eva seemed like the coolest, but she's still a complicated chick.
Good riddance. Right?
-Hey. -Hey. Here.
-Thanks. -So how'd it go?
As I expected.
And Miss Estela?
Guess it's what they want. It's all about enforcing the regulations.
Do you really know all the regulations?
No. But I do know the ones from the school I got kicked out of last time,
and they pretty much all say the same thing.
Oh.
Camilo, we can't just sit back and do nothing about this.
So what can we do?
I won't leave this school until we help make things better for Professor Estela.
I have an idea.
It's a little risky, and we'll bet it all.
It's the only path I see, If I'm being completely honest.
Eva's decision was already a victory.
But an extremely dangerous victory,
because what was about to happen would change our lives forever. ofessor Estela.