-Empanadas? -Thank you, ma'am.
-Wait. A students' journal? -Yes.
That's the after-school activity you wanted to do, right?
Yes, but--
How about we follow up on this idea as a way to work again as a group?
Yes, but everyone thought it was boring.
I don't think they'll change their minds and suddenly be down for this.
It all depends on how it's presented.
Like how about a student journal that's completely independent,
with articles about what goes on at José María.
Our school has serious problems in terms of resources.
I guess that's because politicians keep the education budget for themselves.
But wait, I have a question. Uh, what does this have to do with Miss Estela?
Let's go to the club and I'll explain it.
No, hang on. Why don't we go back to my place instead?
May be better for hanging out.
Aren't your parents arguing?
Nah, they argue and, five minutes later, they're lovers again.
I can't believe you're still mad at me because I didn't just keep quiet.
Then all you do is come up with nonsense about what the kids are reading at school.
Do you think that arguing in public is okay?
That's what parent conferences are for. We all discuss. We confront.
You're the one who mentioned these books, What are you looking for?
My word puzzle. Where did you put it? If you want to say something, speak out.
It'd be nice if you tried to support my point of view.
Why would I? Like even if I don't agree with your point of view?
Well, yes.
Well, no.
-No, no. No way. -Where did it go?
Keep huffing like a mad bull if you want.
I'm not gonna stop saying whatever I want,
whenever and wherever I want, just to avoid upsetting you. No way!
Fine. Perfect. I'll be at all parent conferences, but alone.
What are you trying to say?
-Don't threaten me, José-- -Hello.
-Uh, Dad, Mom, this is Eva. -How's it going?
How's it going, girl?
EVA LASTING
A ROOM OF ONE'S OWN
I'm so sorry.
I don't know what happened. They never argue like that, honestly.
-Your mom seems to be sweet. -That's my bedroom.
Yeah, my mom's a sweetheart.
Quite frankly, I have no idea why they're together.
My dad's awesome as well, but they're very different.
-Hm. That's the spirit of Schopenhauer. -Right.
-Who's that? -It's Schopenhauer.
A German philosopher that said
the human race is more important than the individual.
And to avoid going extinct, the most incompatible couples
will be mating in order to breed the best children.
Actually, you're proof of it.
-Hm. -Let's talk about Schopenhauer later.
Instead, focus on the journal and Professor Estela.
An interview of Miss Estela?
Mm-hm. And published in our journal.
Huh. I'm not sure. It's complicated, right?
Interviewing her is the best way to reveal what happened to Professor Estela.
She was fired because she fell in love with Mr. Pabón,
but he didn't get in trouble.
We'll pressure the school into reversing their decision.
José!
-What are you up to? -Nothing.
Well, she… You remember her, right?
That girl was responsible for the Mother's Day mayhem.
Right? Remember when we saw her in front of our house?
I remember. I know who she is. But you need to respect the privacy of these kids.
Respect that.
I don't want to imagine what would happen if the principal reads an interview
in our journal from the person that she blames for disgracing José María.
Why would we care what she thinks?
-Well… -Because that's what this is about.
To say out loud what no one wants to hear, and we don't need permission to do it.
But, wow, this is risky.
Saying nothing when faced with injustice is complicity.
Hm? And when censorship is a threat, then working under the radar is necessary.
You should understand that I need you, Camilo.
Hm?
It's you and I against the rest of the world.
Hearing this was amazing, and I really felt the call to action.
Bringing Eva into my universe had clearly been a great idea.
It was now or nev--
Agh, Dad!
We were wondering if your friend would stay for dinner?
Me and your mom would be delighted.
Yes, thanks.
-I hear you're a fan of literature. -Oh, yes, I love reading.
Whenever I have a moment, because I'm always typing documents.
Then maybe I can make a recommendation?
Well, I, for one, love reading books about women.
Oh, seriously?
I've got one for you.
A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf.
Eva has read all the books in the world.
-You have, right? -Not all the books, no.
-Admit it. -I wish I could, but that's impossible.
What I really find amazing is that, thanks to literature,
we can see the world, not as it is, but as we want it to be.
Mm-hm. Hm. I used to think so too.
But you have to be super careful with what you read, right?
Many of those books are dangerous.
You keep insisting, José. Reading opens the mind There's nothing wrong with that.
Hm.
No? No?
For example, Camilo here wanted to be a sports announcer for the radio,
but now that he read that book he wants to be, what? A writer?
-Is there something wrong with that? -Well, he… He'll starve to death.
I think you're lacking some information, Mr. Granados.
There are many writers who have become wealthy writing books.
Like who?
Do you know how many copies of One Hundred Years of Solitude
were sold by García Márquez?
-Like 12? -Twenty.
-All right, 20. That's not-- -Million.
And this,
Mr. Granados, is a big, big chunk of money.
If that's his purpose, Camilo may turn out as the new García Márquez.
And then you may all be millionaires.
There was nothing I could do.
Eva knew exactly what buttons to push, and that night, during that dinner,
she got on my parents' good side.
However, ironically enough,
this would end up being a problem for me later on.
So your dad works as a taxi driver like I do?
Uh, no. No, no, no, sir.
-He's a chauffeur. -Ah.
The architect he works for is very famous. He lives pretty much on the road.
That guy's an architect again? When did he stop being an engineer?
And speaking of my dad, what a lovely dinner,
but I'd better get home. He must be waiting for me.
I'll drive you home. My car is outside.
No, no, no. Don't worry. I'll catch the bus on the Avenue.
-Camilo, walk her there. -Yes, of course.
Seriously, I don't need it. I enjoyed the conversation and the dinner.
-You sure? -Yes.
-Have a good night, young lady. -Well, thanks a lot.
-All right. -See you.
-Um, good night.. -Ciao.
Uh…
-See you later. I'm gonna get that book. -Awesome.
Have a good one.
I was going back and forth between those mysterious things about Eva,
and a nascent career crisis.
I was no longer sure if I preferred journalism or literature.
Describing the world as it is, or how I wish it was.
My certainty had vanished because of the first girl I ever had in my life.
-Are you sleeping, son? -No, I'm not.
Mm-hm.
-She's very nice. That Eva. -Hm.
Really. She's very nice.
She is. Ah, was it because of her
that you guys were gonna hit each other on Mother's Day at school?
-Yes, well, sort of. Yes. -Gotcha.
I liked her.
And also it's great that she came over. She got to see us.
You two are good friends, right? I could tell, right?
Yes. Yes, we're good friends.
Yeah, right. She's really smart.
Really smart. I can clearly tell. Yes.
-Really smart. -Really smart, clearly.
Well, don't worry. I'll go so you can keep reading, son.
You know what?
I think you did great. Really, son. You did great.
You knocked it out. You went all in and won against your stupid friends.
Son, you kicked ass!
Eva and I managed to gather the rest of the group
in order to try to and fix things,
and get a chance to explain to them our journal project.
This asshole must first get on his knees and kiss both my feet,
beg for forgiveness, and I'll think about it..
Yeah, right, buddy. Don't count on it.
You started this whole situation. Did you forget what you told Pabón?
This dumbass won't stand up for himself?
Hey, calm down, buddy. Thank you, but, uh,
it's better to leave it at that at this point.
-He's standing up for you. -You gotta pay, you informer.
-What? -What?
I'm an informer? No one calls me informer.
-It's gonna happen. It's gonna happen. -Stop it!
Here we go again, regressing on the evolutionary scale.
Look at you guys. You're all like cavemen, straight out of the Paleolithic.
Do you know how long it took mankind to figure out ways to solve conflicts
based on understanding and communication?
Several thousand years.
Sometimes you seem to be jumping backwards in the timeline of evolution.
Gustavo, I hope you'll accept my apology
for the things I said about your dad that offended you.
You are my friend. I care about you so much. I don't wanna lose your friendship.
You forgive me?
Is that difficult?
Thanks to Eva, faults were admitted,
agreements were reached, hot tempers cooled down,
and we were able to focus on what really mattered.
The idea is to publish a journal
to expose the lack of resources we're facing in our high school.
This lack of resources from the government
is affecting all the schools in our district.
No. What if we get kicked out?
Don't count me in. I don't even have to think about it.
-You're just a coward. -What did we agree on, Martín?
Okay, sorry.
Wait, here's my question. Weren't you planning on leaving the school?
I won't be leaving until the journal has been published.
In fact, I see it as my legacy to José María.
Well, I'm down.
I'm not walking out 'cause I peed my pants.
Great. That was a bit graphic, but great. That's the attitude. And you guys?
I'm out.
But really, what if
we end up getting kicked out?
No, no, Gustavo. I mean, listen.
There's something called, uh, "the freedom of press," guys.
It's a law, according to which everyone is protected
when it comes to sharing true facts in any journal.
We don't have to worry about this.
Guys, this is a matter of dignity.
Principal Alicia is basically dragging us all through the mud.
She's treating us poorly and we've gotta make a point of saying it's not okay.
And I still have those photos of you guys naked.
Sh!
And I'm not ruling out publishing them in the front page of the journal
as illustrations for an article about indifferent and craven people.
No, no. I mean, no, uh…
I was thinking about it and, uh, what can I do?
Awesome. Here's our director. He will explain the different tasks.
To avoid additional arguments
and a negative reaction from Pabón,
we didn't mention we'd interview Miss Estela.
That would be a secret between Eva and I.
We split up the tasks and started the project
that would buy me a bit more time.
This presented a new problem. How could I make the most of that time
in order to make progress towards the girl of my dreams?
ARREST WARRANTS ISSUED FOR MAHARAJA EVENTS
Without telling us how,
she made it happen so easily that it was suspicious.
Eva got us an appointment on the following Saturday
with the owner and director of one of the country's major newspapers.
He gave us a tour
and explained the nuts and bolts of newspaper publishing.
Then it goes to print.
Follow me, please. Help yourself to some water.
Listen, kids, I'm delighted to see young students like you guys
working to set up their own journal.
I'm not kidding. This journal began as a dream project in high school.
Sir, I know this may sound as if we're asking more from you,
but we were wondering if you may be able to help us printing our journal?
Definitely. You can count on our printers. That's a project I'd be happy to support.
-Hi, Dad! -Hi, sweetheart.
-This is my daughter. -What's up?
-Hello. -How are you?
It was a great surprise to see that girl in such circumstances,
since she had been among the victims
of a tradition we used to have before Eva arrived.
It consisted of shocking rich girls that were attending exclusive schools.
These were gorgeous and well-mannered girls.
We knew we would never, ever have the slightest chance to date them.
Fortunately, Angélica found that situation amusing,
and she didn't make a fuss
about what used to happen when her school bus would drive by us.
However, I found it suspicious
how closely acquainted Eva and Mr. Mallarino were.
He immediately agreed to print our journal when Eva asked him to,
and that was weird, to say the least.
Per Mr. Mallarino's instructions, his daughter took us out for lunch.
Angélica was my opportunity to make progress towards Eva
while testing an old trick.
Making her jealous.
Hm, uh, I don't know what to get. What about you?
Granados, don't be so nosy.
My favorite is the baby beef at this place.
Hm, amazing choice.
The… The baby beef.
Arbeláez.
Don't worry.
Her dad said it was her treat.
And then, once we're done with lunch, I say come to the Club 68 with us.
It's really cool. You're going to love that bar.
It has games you can play. Play pool. Do you play as well?
Excuse me. Are you all ready to order now?
Yes. Baby beef for everyone, please, sir.
Uh, because it's Angeline's favorite.
I come in peace.
You're not opening it?
Is it for me?
VIRGINIA WOOLF A ROOM OF ONE'S OWN
Why are you doing this, José?
Well, because I love you.
Why else would I?
Come on. I'll take you to lunch.
No.
I'm gonna make you the best lunch you've ever had.
By her dad's instructions, Angélica treated us to the movie theater
so that we could see a movie that was playing then
which might give us ideas about what we were expecting to achieve.
All the President's Men.
Incredibly, I was feeling so different than the way I was with Eva.
With Angélica, I wasn't feeling fear at all,
and I was able to act out to the point of being ridiculous.
What the fuck is going on with Granados?
I don't know. Looks like he's in love.
But it won't work out.
We should help him out, right?
Nah. No, no, no. What for?
He'll find out. Fucking dumbass.
I began to understand that deep love was intimidating
and paralyzing.
What do you say?
-Sh. Ana, sweetheart, come on. -Yeah, just like this.
-For now. Like that? -But slowly, you see?
-Like that? -Oh.
Awesome. We gotta be quiet.
No. I said… No.
Come here. Come here.
Oh, yeah.
Eva was right, definitely.
The spirit of Schopenhauer was actually walking around in my house.
With tons of motivation and excitement about their mission,
our classmates took on the task of taking inventory
of the deterioration of José María.
Meanwhile, behind their backs, Eva and I interviewed Professor Estela.
Do you think it was immoral?
What do you guys think?
That the morality
which includes punishment, in this case for you,
is hypocrisy.
In our high school, several teachers, even the principal,
and most of the parents were aware of my relationship with Henry.
In fact, my situation is far from unprecedented,
even though it's a compromising one.
However, it is considered prohibited.
The thing that's not allowed is to make it public,
or for anyone to know about it.
That's breaking the values of our society. It's immoral.
It has consequences, yeah,
but, you know, sometimes silence can be a way to avoid risk. It's safer. Hm?
Are you still in love with Mr. Pabón?
Yes.
Well, his behavior was truly horrible towards you on the day we all found out.
Hm.
He put pressure on the school to get you fired.
But why are you still in love?
Is anyone able to explain why we love?
Schopenhauer.
We went straight from Professor Estela's house to mine
to type up the interview.
Everything I had heard that afternoon had my head spinning.
And Eva was there.
In my bedroom.
On my bed.
Excited about what we were doing.
That set-up was just perfect.
-Um, Eva-- -All done.
Will you read it and correct it?
I know you write much better than I do, but I think it's got all the info.
-Read it. I really want your opinion. -Oh. Yeah, yeah. Uh…
Reading what Eva wrote about Professor Estela
made me realize that not only did I prefer literature over journalism,
but also that I was more into love stories than sports.
It's not García Márquez, but I'm positive it's not too bad, is it?
No. No, no, not at all. Actually, this is… This is great.
I think it has a lot of feelings and emotion.
You think so?
Yes.
I like it so much.
José.
-Sh. -Again, at the door?
-Sh. -Why are you here?
These two are in love. It's obvious. Definitely. Trying to listen.
No, I need the typewriter. I need to turn in that essay tomorrow.
No, no, no, no, no. We can't interrupt them. No.
José, I don't understand. You don't like it when he locks his door.
-Especially when he's with a girl. -Hang on, Ana. What do you understand?
Do you like Eva?
-I love her. -All right.
-But your morals are quite flexible. -There's something more important.
Why don't you keep quiet? Let me listen.
So, tomorrow, the boys will hand us what they've worked on,
and we'll do the layout, and that's all. We'll print it.
Yeah. There is one thing I'm worried about though.
It's that the others are not aware of the interview we'll publish.
-I doubt that Pabón will ever forgive us. -I think he will.
Can I tell you something, Camilo?
What we're doing here is very important.
And you helping me in this cause honestly means so much to me.
-Hold on. -One more thing I'm worried about.
It's you getting your hopes up about Angélica.
What? What do you mean? Has she talked to you?
No. No, no, no, she didn't tell me anything.
But the kind of girls like Angélica
would never get into a relationship with other kinds of people, like you and me.
Unfortunately, that only happens in literature.
Right. Where everything is the way we wish it was.
Exactly.
But this is reality.
And I don't want you to suffer for falling in love with the wrong person.
That night, while my mom had to keep working late,
and while my dad was sleeping like a log
with the certainty that his son now had a girlfriend,
I had a sleepless night.
I was excited, and absolutely sure of one thing.
Eva had warned me about Angélica, and that was the sign I was waiting for.
She was jealous.
Are you sure your dad won't walk in here?
No. He's in Medellin with the engineer.
So does he work for an engineer or an architect?
An engineer. Why do you ask?
Well, because on Mother's Day, and at my place, you said he was an architect.
I guess that was a mistake.
How's that coming along, Martín?
This is looking badass.
The question is, how are we gonna hand out the journals
s-s-so we don't get caught?
Well, on that day, Camilo will be at the entrance giving out copies.
I will get there a bit earlier to finish handing out the rest in the classrooms.
What about us?
-I'd rather not take too many risks. -Hm.
What if the plan goes wrong?
We'd rather have Camilo and I as the only ones held responsible.
-Hm. Yeah, I'm with you. -Yeah, okay.
Speed up. We're not done yet.
Eva, do you mind if I use your telephone again?
Camilo, who exactly do you call so often?
Angélica's gonna not be happy with me if I don't call her every hour,
because she's like, you know, checking on me. It's, uh…
All right.
Wait. No, no, no, hang on. Aren't you embarrassed?
This is not your phone. Or will you be contributing to the bill?
-Come on. -It's okay. But don't talk for hours.
Huh. Uh, see.
Since that day at the movie theater,
I hadn't spoken again to Angélica, but it didn't matter.
I could not let my guard down.
And that "don't talk for hours" was one more positive sign to me.
What's up, my love?
-Oh, damn it. -Buddy, I think we're wasting our time.
No, we're not. That's what my dad does when he's being romantic with my mom.
Apparently your Angélica is really not like your mom.
Tell me, Granados, are you really with that chick?
Uh, no. But you need to keep this a secret. You promise?
So tell me.
Now's not a good time to talk about her.
What's important is that Angélica notices me and knows I exist.
And music is the way to win a woman's heart. I thought you knew that.
Let's judge by the results then.
Stop being so negative. One more time. "Cómo fue."
-If it doesn't work, we'll do-- -Hey, gentlemen.
Hello. Good evening, officer.
-Good evening. -How are you?
Some neighbors have been calling us,
because you guys are very loud on the sidewalk and playing music.
Oh, yeah?
No, we're…
-No. -Thanks, officer. have a good night.
Run, run, run! Hurry up! Come on!
'76 REVOLUTION
A COLD ONE AT CLUB 68
What a great guy, this Mr. Mallarino.
He's letting us print without charging a penny?
Yes. He's awesome.
You're in his good graces. Because--
We got what we needed to shake up our school and its double standards.
Hm.
I just keep thinking about Pabón. I'm worried about his reaction.
-One problem at a time. Just relax. -Come on. I'll help you.
How about you tell me how things are going with Angélica, Mr. Casanova?
Things are not going, because, last night, we decided to stop seeing each other.
Did you?
I thought about what you told me
and I guess you're right about girls like her.
Angélica and I are not compatible.
Yeah, the thing is…
This house right here, that's my girlfriend's.
So that's why…
Well, that's weird, huh?
Because it was precisely this house, your girlfriend's house, right,
called to complain and asked us to come right now.
That's why I preferred to end things, 'cause I didn't want to get her hopes up.
Hm.
Now we just gotta hand this out to everyone at José María
and let it explode.
She avoided the subject and it felt like another sign to me.
When your thoughts are guided by your desire,
you only see what you wanna see.
This is the journal we're launching. Read it. Dudes, make everyone read it.
A students' journal. You'll find what happens to Miss Estela. Take one.
HYPOCRISY?
What kind of crap is that?
Eva and Granados never said there would be an interview.
You know what? I call this treason.
-Calm down. You're exaggerating. -Exaggerating?
This is making my dad look like he's the worst piece of trash ever.
Like a motherfucker.
-How horrible to do this in secret. -We can't let them get away with that.
-I gotta kills this guy. -No, Pabón. Pabón, wait. Pabón!
We've got to collect these journals. There are copies all over the school.
Move it, teachers. Come on! Follow me. Move it!
Dude, Pabón!
You motherfucker, Granados! You're a motherfucker!
Just let me explain.
Thanks to you, my dad now looks like an asshole.
We'll interview him for our next journal. Calm down!
-There won't be a next journal. -Keep quiet, Álvaro.
You're just a rat. You are not my friend.
That was my idea. And I begged Camilo not to tell you guys.
See that? After all, you are not trustworthy.
-You're a rat too. -It was necessary, Gustavo.
No, Eva. Y-Y-You didn't have to do this.
You chose to hide this because you knew it was wrong. You did it anyway.
There was simply no other way to do it.
Would you have let us do the interview with Professor Estela?
No. If you m-meant to write this nonsense, of course not.
There you go. That's exactly right.
Do you realize that?
This is the silence that women have had to endure for centuries.
That was really our only option.. Sorry you and your dad ended up--
I knew it. All of you guys are the cause of this crazy outburst.
No, Professor. Just these two.
Professor, they got us involved. It wasn't us. So we had to…
What do you have to say, huh? Samper? Granados?
We are all responsible for printing the journal,
but Miss Estela's interview was done by me.
I did it too.
Congratulations for being brave enough to actually take responsibility,
but in this school, no one has permission
to hand out any publications intended to spread misinformation, gentlemen.
What do you mean? Ma'am, what are you talking about?
"In our high school, even the principal…"
Mm-hm.
"…and several teachers, as well as most parents,
all knew about the circumstances that Henry and I were in love."
This is a complete falsehood.
That's your word against the teacher's version.
And I, for one, believe her.
Now you're implying that I'm a liar?
Yeah, 100%, ma'am.
The statements you guys are making are quite serious and have no grounds.
No, no, no, no. Ma'am, I'm sorry.
What happened is that was based on our country's freedom of the press.
This requires accuracy and responsibility from the journalist, young man.
Nothing written in our journal is false.
Nothing? You guys sound so proud, talking about freedom of the press and ethics.
And facts.
But you forget about the core principle in journalism. And that's objectivity.
And you assume that Miss Estela is telling the truth
because you guys agree with her?
But you ignored Mr. Pabón.
He is the other side to the story.
Why not interview him too?
Because he would have denied it all, the same way he did on Mother's Day.
Oh, so now you're some sort of, what?
Mm, some kind of judge that decides that one side's telling the truth
and the other is not?
Let me ask you this now.
Are you here to serve yourself,
or are you speaking out for all the students as their ambassador?
Obviously, I wish to speak for all the--
Mr. Pabón.
Tell me what you think about all this.
Do you agree with what Miss Samper is doing and saying?
Did you tell him that you were going to publish this interview?
No. And was that the right thing to do?
But it's high time that we women get to speak out.
-Whatever it takes. I did what I had to. -I'm a woman too, Miss Samper.
Eva.
Actually, I am a woman too, Miss Samper,
and I don't consider myself represented
by someone as irrational and egocentric as you.
Since we were responsible,
Eva and I ended up being suspended from our school
while the board was debating on a final decision.
Thanks.
What are your thoughts on Dr. Alicia?
Do you want an honest opinion or a diplomatic answer?
My opinion is that we should've spoken to the father of Pabón,
or we should have tried at least.
And am I egocentric and irrational?
You being egocentric? I don't really understand why.
And you being irrational…
Well, if we had given it more thought, we might have not done anything.
Just like Hamlet.
Anyway, our journal, in my opinion, was a major achievement,
and this is all thanks to you.
What?
Thanks.
Eva! Where are you going?
-What's wrong with you? -Yes, I'm egocentric. I know that.
I've been struggling with that my whole life. I'm irrational.
You were definitely right about one thing.
We were wrong about not interviewing the father.
-No, no, no, no-- -Ma'am, listen to my proposal, okay?
If the school helps with another issue in our students' journal,
we will interview the father Pabón and publish it quickly,
and the readers will form their opinions.
-No. -You were suspended from your school?
Yes, I was, but it was unfair, because--
-Yes, I agree. They didn't do anything. -No way, sweetheart.
You don't do anything on the sly if you know you're not doing anything bad.
-Are you sure, Dad? -Of course.
Isn't this how we raised you in this house?
Well, then I imagine that you won't have any problem if I tell Mom about that…
Actually, we went somewhere else on the day we went to watch the game. Hm?
No. Don't change the subject. That's very different.
On game day? Where did you guys go? Tell me.
What?
Are you gonna tell her, or am I going to? Hm?
Well, whoever. Him or you. Just tell me right now.
It was time for literature to come to the rescue of my old man,
to come up with a different story than what happened.
Something much more convenient for him.
Well, you know, Mom, the thing is, guess what happened on that day?
My dad preferred to take me out
to have some
ribs, blood sausage, all sorts of deli meat,
right after we left the stadium. Hm.
He ate so much. Didn't you?
Do you think I'm stupid, José?
The doctor told you it's key that you stop eating these kinds of meats.
Why should I take care of you constantly? Huh?
Keep increasing your cholesterol, then what? Go back to the hospital?
I'll get it.
Why should I take good care of you? You're behaving like a baby.
-Hello? -What's up? Dr. Alicia called me.
What's up? What did she say?
She wants to talk to us tomorrow.
I'm pretty sure she'll lift her suspension
and that the school will help us publish our next journal.
Provided we interview Gustavo's dad.
-Good. Good. Right. -We did it, Camilo.
-We did it. -Yes, we… We totally did, Eva.
I'll call you later, okay?
Are you sleeping or not?
-No, I'm not. -You busy?
A little, yes.
I won't take too much time.
Since you're such a smart kid, I'd like you to help me answer a question.
Hm, sure. Of course.
-Always happy to help. -I appreciate that.
Hm. Son, what should I do about you?
Should I thank you for not telling your mom about our little escapade?
Or beat you up for being disrespectful to your dad?
No. No idea, Dad.
Just figure this out fast, please,
because I also need to figure out if I should tell Mom about our escapade.
You just gave me an answer.
What are you doing? Dad!
Wait! Wait, no, no, don't! Don't beat me up.
Don't do this! Wait!
Wait! Mom's gonna hear you!
Sh. All right, I'm sorry.
You're the one who pushed it
when you were yelling at me for hiding things.
Yet you're hiding.
Don't point at me!
All right, I'm sorry. For Mom when you took me to see your girlfriends.
Sh! They're not my girlfriends.
Get this straight, son.
You don't always tell everything. Sometimes, others don't understand.
Uh-huh. That's what happened to me with the journal. Exactly what happened.
See? I'm so glad that you understand that too, because
I guess we end up in a tie.
Because you now get why I did… Right? This way, and, uh…
One-one. Right? One-one.
-No extra time. Final score. -That's right.
It was time to take stock.
I realized that I was more eager
to get a career in literature than journalism.
And that objectivity was as important as freedom.
That women were silenced for centuries.
That the truth was sometimes inconvenient.
That there was something called egocentrism.
That when you're not being controlled by your feelings,
it was easier to overcome your shyness in front of women.
That rich girls had little interest in poor boys.
And that, regarding Eva, time was running out,
and I was stuck in the same dead end
I was before this whole students' journal thing began.
In other words, uh, I had learned a lot and made little progress.
We're sorry that this is the second time we need to apologize to you, Gustavo.
And I don't…
And I don't know if you're sincere now.
If you're both sincere.
Right. What we did was wrong.
And especially towards you. But we have a solution, don't we?
-Yes. -Oh, yeah? You have a solution?
Yes. We want to put out another issue.
But this time, we want to interview your dad.
-It's the right thing. -Not gonna happen.
No, no. Once bitten, t-twice shy, obviously.
And the school won't allow you guys to mess things up again.
I don't get why you're here. The school has suspended you.
Well, last night, we got a call from Dr. Alicia.
We're pretty sure they'll be lifting our suspension.
And that they'll let us publish a new issue of the students' journal.
-You're not taking me for a fool? -No.
All we need from you
is that you help us now and convince your dad to answer our questions.
Hm? Will you?
That's gonna be difficult.
My dad even forbid me to remain friends with you guys.
What are you doing here?
Um…
Sounds like the school will be lifting their suspensions
and they'll be allowed to publish a new issue.
We will be allowed.
-How did you do it? -It's quite a long story.
Our priority is to all work together to get this moving now.
So your issue number two of the students' journal.
Mm-hm. That's the proposal we made yesterday.
Right. But since then, I spoke with several of your teachers and parents,
and that option is no longer on the table.
As a school, we cannot prevent you from releasing your journal,
because you do it as a personal initiative.
But what we can prevent you from doing
is handing out your students' journal inside the school facilities.
You guys chose to do things your way. Now you must assume all the consequences.
All right. Then, uh, why did you want to talk to us?
Actually, I needed to talk to the two of you,
not the six of you guys, but anyway…
Our school board, even though I was strongly opposed to it,
decided that they will lift your suspensions.
But on one condition.
Mm, excuse me.
Hello?
Yes, speaking.
Yes. Wait. Are you sure?
No, don't worry. Don't worry.
I will handle it. I will let him know. Thanks for calling.
Is something wrong?
Mr. Pabón,
I was just informed that
Miss Estela assaulted your father with a firearm.
She is currently being detained and questioned by the police,
and your father
is in an intensive care unit at the hospital. by the police,