1976 was not over,
and we were still going to witness the kidnapping and murder
of union leader José Raquel Mercado.
The success of vallenato music in the interior of the country,
the Colombian premier of the movie Deep Throat,
Indira Gandhi's dictatorship in India,
the loss of Kid Pambelé's world title,
my newly acquired paternity,
and, above all, Eva's absence and emptiness.
Camilo?
What, Luisa? What?
I can't take it anymore.
The baby won't stop crying, and I don't know what to do.
I don't either. I don't know what to do either.
Don't bring him here.
Look, I have to start writing. I have to turn this in tomorrow.
I don't think that what you are trying to write
is more important than your own child.
But…
You only think about Eva, right?
Oh no. Please don't leave him here. Luisa!
Hey!
Yeah, yeah.
I know. I know.
-Can you shut that child up? -Yes!
-He's going to drive us crazy! -Yes, yes, yes! All right.
Come on, Luisa. Please don't leave me with him all alone.
Camilo.
-Camilo. -Huh?
Didn't you hear what your father said?
-What? -Son, look.
I was talking to your mother.
Do you remember that we had saved up to change the taxi?
Well, we've decided that we're going to spend that money
by going to the United States.
-Mmm. -And there, you can be reunited with Eva.
What do you think?
So you'll stop moping around like you've been for the past 15 days.
Hmm? So?
Well, I'm not hungry. I'm going to my room.
What's wrong with this moron?
Huh? He doesn't care about what I said?
Two weeks had passed since Luisa's call.
I think I'm pregnant.
I was consumed not only by the prospect of facing the responsibility of a child…
THE FIRST WOMAN CAMILO GRANADOS
…for whom I was not prepared
and the reactions of my parents and Salcedo
but, above all, what this would mean for Eva
because it was different.
The external circumstances separated us
from the ones we could always fight for,
but this was me making a fool of myself.
And through my own mistakes,
I had killed any chance with the woman I loved.
Hi, Mom.
Son. I'll warm up your lunch once I finish this paragraph.
Yeah, that's fine.
What's with the face, Camilo?
I have a problem, Mom.
Yes, I already knew that.
Do you wanna sit down and tell me about it?
Mm-hmm.
Wait a sec.
Hey there.
EVA LASTING
LETTERS TO A YOUNG POET EPISODE 01
Eva, welcome back.
-You know, this will always be your home. -Thank you.
I'm really glad you're here. Camilo was so miserable, he didn't eat.
Yeah? But he doesn't seem too thrilled to see me.
-No, yeah. Yeah, yeah. -He's excited.
It's just that I still can't believe it.
Mm-hmm. I guess it's… it's hard to believe because it's been what, 15 days?
You didn't stay long. How come?
What happened is that my father decided to negotiate with the government
and took advantage of the "sinister window…"
Mm-hmm.
…which basically is like a type of amnesty
for funds from money laundering in the marijuana business.
He had to give everything back. And in exchange, he received house arrest.
And I was able to return, and I'm living with him now.
Aw, what a lovely family. Hmm.
And you guys? Did you miss me?
-Ask this knucklehead. See what he says. -Oh yeah. Of course.
We did.
It's great that your dad settled things with the law
and that you're back.
Well, he hasn't exactly solved everything. He can't leave the house.
And keep in mind that having my dad in the house all day can be a nightmare.
Mm-hmm. Yes.
But you have your Granados to comfort you, or not?
And I'm really glad that you guys
get to be together like you wanted all along.
This guy had us fed up with all the crying over you.
-Seriously. -Hey. Come on, man.
Too bad Salcedo isn't here to celebrate 'cause we are going to celebrate, right?
You just summoned him, brother.
Salcedo! Guess who's back?
Hi, Eva.
How are you, Martín?
You're not happy to see me or what?
No, it's not that.
What is it?
This morning, my mom got a call from Popayán.
Luisa ran away from boarding school, and we don't know where the fuck she is.
Well, I do think it's tough for Martín,
but to be honest, I'm happy that Luisa ran away.
-Mm-hmm. -Too bad we're not there to support her.
Hey, where's your father?
He must be locked up in the study with the lawyers,
figuring out how to get out of the very, very serious mess he is in.
Go on.
It was a strange situation,
and I knew that sooner or later,
I would have to tell her what was happening.
I tried to hide the agony in a nervous laugh that wasn't enough.
You're silly!
Are you gonna tell me what is going on?
Why are you so sad today, hmm?
-No. -No, don't deny it.
I noticed that when Álvaro said that I was already here to comfort you,
you made a terrible face.
It was very obvious, Camilo.
It's just that…
Uh…
We need to talk, Eva.
About what?
Uh, about Luisa.
-Do you know where she is? -No.
Oh.
But…
I don't even know where to start. I…
The problem is, um…
Luisa is pregnant.
No, really.
From… from the time that…
…we were together here, and
now she's pregnant.
She called me from Popayán and told me,
and I think that's why she ran away from the boarding school.
I feel horrible telling you, but I feel that you should know, and…
well, I'm also like embarrassed.
And I am so-- I'm angry. I'm angry.
I'm angry with the world, and I'm angry with myself.
Why didn't you tell me before?
Because I didn't know how to tell you all of this.
And Luisa?
I don't know. I didn't--
Well, I only talked to her once, so I don't know.
Eva, forgive me, okay? Eva, please forgive me.
Look. I swear to God, if I could turn back time,
I wouldn't have been with anyone but you, but… I swear it.
That's the least important thing right now.
What do you mean it's the least important thing? I…
Because it is.
It's just that I love you with my entire heart, okay?
No, no, no.
Right now, we have to focus on finding Luisa
because she must be going through a very hard time.
Hey.
What about us, hmm?
No, Camilo. There's no "us" anymore.
No.
No, don't say that. Don't say that.
It's very unfair that you say that because of one mistake I made,
because of one screwup.
I mean, it's entirely unfair that what you and I have should go to hell.
But it's the truth.
Here.
LETTERS TO A YOUNG POET
Read it when you get home.
I don't wanna talk anymore.
"Don't think that the great love
which was once granted to you as a kid has been lost."
"Or can you deny that vast and generous wishes
ripen in you at that time
and serves as a guide by which you are still living today?"
"I believe that that love remains strong and intense in your memory
because it was your first deep loneliness
and the first inner work that you did in your life."
The book was Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke.
There was no doubt Rilke's words were Eva's way of making it clear to me
that our love story was now just a powerful memory.
Mrs. Ana, I have a question.
Is your son… Is he going to starve to death?
How long has he been stirring his food without eating anything?
What if I'm not hungry?
We have to purge him. Bring me the pastor oil.
-Huh? Why? -Castor, castor.
Castor oil, whatever. Let's purge him right now.
Don't start with that nonsense.
No, don't talk to me like that! You better watch your mouth!
But I'm sick of you, Dad.
You're always watching me, criticizing what I do and what I don't do.
Mind your own business. Just leave me alone!
I'm gonna talk to him.
-This is not normal. -Ana. Relax. Relax.
With all due respect, right now, Camilo doesn't need a mother.
He needs a father.
Oh, José.
-Please don't make things worse, okay? -No, no, no. On the contrary.
I'm gonna help him because he has no idea how to handle a relationship,
and he's tangling himself up.
He needs fatherly advice. I'm going to give it to him.
I'm sorry for talking to you like that, Dad.
I swear I won't do it again.
It's okay, son.
I get it.
That doesn't mean this can happen again, but I get it, son.
I once went through something similar.
To be honest, I…
I doubt that you've gone through something similar.
Let's see.
Camilo.
Um, how…
Son.
We are-- Us men…
As men, we are hunters by nature.
We always look for something. We look for the prey.
Some more than others,
but we… we all are.
In fact, I'll let you in on a secret.
Do you know what they used to call me at school when I was your age?
Hmm?
The Predator.
-Because when I chose a prey, I just-- -Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it.
Don't say anything to your mom, okay?
We all are. Yes.
We like to hunt.
We like to stalk.
Okay?
But what happens?
What happens when we finally have the prey?
When it's already ours.
We all become crazy.
Crazy.
We don't know what to do because we complicate our lives.
Relax. Don't worry, son.
The same thing happened to me with your mom.
-Mm-hmm. -It'll be okay!
Don't be so hard on yourself all the time.
Just ask me.
-I'm here to give you advice, son. -Hmm.
Whatever you need.
You can count on me.
I'm The Predator.
Camilo, Eva's on the phone!
-Fuck! Stop! -No, no, no. Wait, man!
What are you doing?
Take your time, Camilo.
-Let her wait for you. -Oh.
-Let her know who is in charge. -Yeah.
Take it easy, man!
Go.
Son, relax.
Thanks, Mom. Hello?
-Luisa showed up. -Where is she?
Here.
At my house.
Camilo, put your coat on. Don't you see it's cold?
You've got a weak immune system, and you're not eating anything.
A flu could hit you hard. Camilo!
No, Mom. Don't wait up for me, okay? Bye, Dad.
Ciao.
Oh, did I tell you or not, Mrs. Ana?
I know that with age comes wisdom.
What Camilo really needed was the advice of The Predator.
Oh, José. What is that? The Predator?
That's a story that…
that I could tell you, but
that will depend on how you behave.
Hmm?
What are you doing?
You're alone.
I'm alone.
And the house is empty.
What do you say?
Thank you for taking me in. I didn't know where else to go.
Don't worry. You did the right thing. You can stay here as long as you want.
But keep in mind that you can't hide forever, Luisa.
Yes, I know that, but…
…but I don't know what to do.
What do you wanna do?
Well, I have to marry Camilo, right?
Luisa, he doesn't love you.
But I'm pregnant.
Yes, but the only reason to get married is love.
Then what?
Do you… do you wanna have the baby?
Because there are other options.
Like maybe,
for example…
not having it.
Eva, that's a sin. A big one.
Oh, that must be Camilo.
What's wrong? What's wrong?
I don't know. I'm kind of…
kind of nervous, ashamed.
Ashamed? Of what?
Well, that I ruined both of your lives.
Luisa, don't say that, not even joking.
It's true, Eva. Or are you gonna tell me that things between you two
are going to be easier now that I'm pregnant?
No, but that's different,
and we can figure out how to solve it later.
No woman should ever feel ashamed of being pregnant.
Mrs. Ana,
can I ask you a question?
With such a serious tone, José?
Would you like to have another child?
We could have a girl.
Hmm?
Huh?
Camilo is about to graduate from school, and he's going to be moving out fast,
and he will be leaving us all alone.
I'm too old, José.
You don't have to answer me now,
but you can think about it.
And then you answer me. Take your time.
Because we always wanted a girl.
Why not now?
It's done.
Ironically, in that room and in that bed,
which was where Luisa and I had conceived the child we were expecting,
we explored all the possibilities.
Even a marriage that Eva flatly ruled out
for not being based on mutual love,
Luisa and I agreed on that.
And it was Eva herself who, convincingly, came up with the conclusion.
The only solution that I see is that Luisa doesn't have the baby.
What?
Oh no.
No, no. Don't look at me like that,
and don't say anything about the deadly sin.
No.
That is only a concept invented by the writers of the Bible,
who, by the way, were men,
and they didn't consider and had very little understanding of women
unless it was to blame them for bad things.
Or have you forgotten the story of Eve,
the serpent, and the expulsion from paradise?
Well, in that story, my namesake
was charged with all the guilt of sin,
and Adam was left completely free of any kind of responsibility,
which wasn't fair.
Because among other things,
the only thing Eve did was to approach the tree of knowledge
to change the history of mankind.
Guys,
it's about time
that women have the right to decide about our own bodies
and what happens to them, including motherhood.
Sure, of course, but abortion is forbidden.
Well,
it was also forbidden for us to go out at night,
to open a bank account, and to drink,
to go to university, to vote, to work.
Understand that, sometimes, to break with an absurd prohibition,
it is necessary to defy authority.
In fact,
last year in France,
they decriminalized abortion,
and, to a great extent, thanks to this.
"A million women have abortions every year in France."
"They do so in dangerous conditions
because of the clandestinity to which they are condemned."
"I declare that I am one of them."
"We demand free access to contraceptives,
and we ask for legal abortion."
This is
the Manifesto of the 343 Sluts.
And it was signed in 1971
by women like Simone de Beauvoir,
Catherine Deneuve, Marguerite Duras, and Agnès Varda.
Women who risked going to prison
for claiming the right to decide about their own bodies.
A right from which they were excluded.
And look, five years later, society proved them right.
The real question here is for Luisa.
Under the condition you are in, do you or do you not wanna have the baby?
I will…
Well, I'll…
…I'll support you in whatever you decide to do.
No matter what my responsibility will be.
I don't wanna have it.
There was no doubt that Eva came from the future
to shed a little light on the turbulent present that we were living.
I loved her even more and kicked myself for the mistake of the recent past
that had kept me so close but so far away from her.
Hello?
Hello? Who's this?
Um, hey, it's me.
Luisa, where the fuck are you?
I'm not gonna tell you, Martín, but…
but tell Mom, please, that I'm fine.
I'll call back soon.
Who is it?
-It was Luisa. -Oh, my dear God.
What did she say?
Where is she?
We do know there are some secret places where, for money, they interrupt…
Sh!
…interrupt pregnancies.
Tell her.
What? What's up?
It's just that…
…here at José María, there has always been a rumor about Quiñonez.
What rumor?
That when he was in the fourth grade,
he got a girl from the neighborhood pregnant,
and he solved the problem in one of those… those places.
Well, then we have to find out if this is a rumor or if it is true.
And if it is true, we have to get the name of the place.
Of course. So I'll go talk to Quiñonez and tell you what I find out.
Mm-hmm.
Come on, bro. Think, okay? Think.
Don't you think that those two guys are up to something weird?
I don't know, bro.
Like… like if they were hiding something, you get it?
Hey, listen to me. Salcedo, come on.
And don't tell me that it's all fucking Granados' fault
that he's heartbroken because, no, it's not like that anymore.
Because the girl returned, and he's still the same.
You know what, bro?
I don't give a fuck about those two assholes.
I got more important things to think about.
Hi, guys. How are you?
Bad. Awful.
Why?
Luisa called last night.
But that's good news, bro, right?
No, because she didn't say where she was or if she's going to return.
My mom is devastated. All she does is cry.
I keep imagining the worst.
Well, don't be pessimistic, bro. If she called, it's because she's fine.
And well, sooner or later, she'll show up, right?
What if she doesn't, Granados? What if she's in danger?
Luisa is too young.
She seems very clever, but she is very naive.
If anything happens to that girl…
No, no.
…my mom will die, and I'll…
Salcedo, bro.
Salcedo had gone from rage to worry to sadness.
And it proved that he adored his sister,
which made me feel even more miserable
and more on the razor's edge.
Good morning, gentleman. And young lady.
-Hello, Professor. -Come in.
We have to be careful with Salcedo and Castro.
It's the third time we've ignored them, and they're going to find out.
Well, but Martín's attention is elsewhere right now.
Yeah, but Castro's not, and you know him.
Uh, we'll have to deal with that later.
What did you find out from Quiñonez?
That the things they say at José María, some are true, and
others are fake.
That guy didn't get anyone pregnant.
The gossip started because his uncle owns a clinic,
and that's where they perform all those kinds of procedures.
That's what they call it.
I took the opportunity to open negotiations with him
without telling him much,
and… and so we agreed to go to his uncle's place.
Sure. Mm-hmm.
Okay. Perfect. So you guys do that.
Go over there to check things out, and I'll stay with Luisa.
She was, uh, very nervous and very sensitive.
All right.
Well, see you.
Don't worry about my dad. He must be very busy,
seeing as how he divides his time between his business
and, well, his legal problems.
But does he know I'm staying with you?
Yeah. Yes, I told him, and he didn't say anything.
So it's cool.
Are you nervous?
The decision is yours, Luisa. Only yours.
It's your body.
It's your life.
It doesn't mean that, in the future,
you can't be a mother when you are ready to do it.
Either way, if you're not sure, there's no problem.
We'll cancel everything and look for another solution.
You might think I'm stupid for saying this,
but… to be honest, I'm afraid of committing the grave sin.
People always say that after that, you go crazy and go into the fire.
Do you remember the 343 sluts?
Well, I don't think any of them went crazy.
And I don't believe they ended up in hell either.
And if they did end up there, well, surely, they didn't mind,
and they must be having a great time.
Luisa, in Colombia,
there must be thousands of women going through the same situation.
Alone, full of fear and confusion.
And if we had women or people moderately intelligent making the laws,
then surely, abortion would be legal.
It would be a right for us.
As it is in England, in France, in the United States.
That would prevent so many women from endangering their lives
by going to such bizarre places
that lack even the most minimal hygienic measures.
And to stop with the literature, to help you believe what I'm saying,
I'm going to tell you a story, but you have to swear
you're not going to tell anyone.
Why? What is it?
You have to swear.
Yes, I swear.
Hello.
Uh…
Uncle.
-Uncle. -I'm here.
Come here.
-Yeah. -I brought 'em!
Just wait there.
-Excuse me. -Go on.
Hello.
Did Octavio tell you how much the procedure costs or not?
Yeah. These fools know the price, Uncle.
Oh, okay.
Sir, uh, the thing is that we… we came to ask, uh,
if it's the final price, or is there a discount or something for the procedure?
The minimum. The minimum. And you should thank me.
I'm giving you a special price
for being recommended by my nephew here.
Because… because when they are underage, the price increases.
-Ah. -Hmm.
Well, thank you.
Okay. Uh, the payment is in advance and in cash.
-Yes. -Mm-hmm.
And how long is the operation?
Just about an hour.
And the patient doesn't-- Is she safe? Nothing happens?
There's no risk of something happening there in the…
Oh, let's see.
I treat cases here on a daily basis.
-And so far, no one has complained. -Ah.
-Thank you. -See yourselves out.
Wait a sec.
Does the patient have to know or do something?
Do we need to know anything before coming with the patient
or something like that?
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
The only thing is that she should come as soon as possible
because the longer she waits, the more complicated things get
and the higher the… the price.
Oh.
Hey, hey. Let's just go now.
Are you sure about this, Granados?
Well, I'm sure that I won't leave Luisa with the problem.
And if
she decided that this was the best thing to do,
I have to be there for her.
I have to support her and bite the bullet, you know?
Yeah, you're right.
Now the problem is getting the money.
I was thinking.
-You don't happen to have some savings? -No. Don't be an idiot, Granados.
You know that I don't have any money, man.
Hmm.
Come on.
Don't you think that if… if everything goes well,
maybe you'll have a chance with Eva again?
But why?
Bro, think about it.
The problem is that… that Luisa is pregnant.
And if… if there's no pregnancy, then there's no problem.
I had been so dazed by the situation
that I had overlooked that possibility.
And now, Arbeláez was tossing me some distant hope
that in the midst of my defeat, there could be a new opportunity.
Why do we have to talk here?
Because I don't want your mom to hear us.
-But when is-- -Relax, it's nothing bad, man.
Look, Camilo.
A predator, by no means,
reveals his tactics of conquest in front of a woman.
-Even if the woman is his wife. -I don't get what you're saying.
Pay attention to what I'm gonna tell you.
I made you a list of plans for you to make with Eva
to see if it helps you get out of the darkness you're in
that has you lost and confused.
-So listen to me. -Hmm.
"Plan number one. Go to the park El Salitre." Okay?
What are the advantages?
You will ride the Ferris wheel.
And in the line, all right, or on the ride itself,
you can talk with her. It'll be natural, right?
If she's scared, you hold her hand.
If you're up there, you tell her, "Oh, look, you can see this from here."
Okay?
"Plan number two. Going to the movies."
Camilo, this is key, not porn.
-Oh, Dad! Why would I do that? -I know you! I know you!
Look. Advantages of this plan.
The same movie by itself
not only gives you the topic of conversation.
It's not just about, "Did you like the actresses,
or how about the actor?"
All that, right?
But see, this advantage,
you will have between an hour and a half or two hours of darkness.
That's when you make your move, Camilo.
-Yeah, I get it. -If she's scared, hold her hand.
Or say, "I'm right here for you."
"Plan number three."
-"Listen to music in a place--" -No, no. Wait, Dad.
-I think the plans are cool. -They're good, right?
Yes, they're cool. The thing is that they all have a problem.
-Which? -The money.
Mm-hmm. So?
Well, they all need money,
and I imagine that since you're such a good father, right,
and as you are in this whole process of guiding me in my conquest,
you're going to sponsor me, right?
Well, you're wrong.
Sir, you are wrong. No, sir.
Look, as a father and your guide,
on the contrary, I'm going to give you a chance.
You're going to pay for these plans.
-How? I'm not-- -How? With the sweat of your own brow.
Saving up from the allowance I give you.
The shitty allowance that you give me?
I can barely afford the bus to get to Unicentro.
Go fuck yourself.
I'm just saying that I need money to-- Come on, Dad!
As soon as I asked him for money, he got angry
and hasn't spoken to me since last night.
-Now my mom is not-- -So what then, princesses?
Hello.
Listen, my uncle wants to know
when are we finally going to schedule the procedure.
Uh…
Tell him we need a couple more days. That we're still thinking about it.
No, dude. What do you mean you're still thinking about it?
You're crazy.
You thought this was like buying arepas or what, asshole?
With my uncle, it's like with lawyers, you get it?
And look, any visit generates a charge.
-That's how it works. -Fine, man.
-Look. -Hey, stop. What?
I don't care who the victim is
or why you're doing all this, right?
But my uncle is not gonna waste his time.
So regardless of whether the process is done or not,
you're gonna pay for sure.
Hmm? Yes?
Or else I'm gonna tell everyone what you are doing!
-I guess we don't want that to happen. -Stop. Don't be so loud.
Yeah, well…
Hmm. Do you still doubt that these two guys are up to something?
With Quiñonez?
Well, I don't know. I don't know, bro.
But whatever it is, we're gonna find out,
and we'll have to put an end to it, for fucks sake.
You know what? Come with me.
-Hey, stop! Leave him alone. -Hey, stop.
Hey, hey, hey. Look, this is the thing.
We need money, and we need it urgently.
Do you have anything to sell?
No.
So, then?
Well, you once said that we were perfect to help you with any kind of job, so…
Well, more precisely, you said that with our stupid faces,
we could help with something you were planning.
Move, move, move! Hey, Granados! What's up!
-That's why I'm selling this thing. -What are you up to now?
-Ah! -Hey! You're so annoying!
Because you know what? We got something juicy planned today.
Today is the premiere of Deep Throat, my brothers.
They say that movie will change the history of porn as we know it.
Yeah. The thing is, we can't--
The protagonist is this chick, Linda Lovelace, yeah?
They say she does all kinds of things in the movie. Hmm?
So why don't we take advantage that your girlfriend is too busy now?
We also need to cheer up Salcedo because of his sister.
Sure, yeah, but we can't because we have to go study physics.
Final exams are coming up, and we are failing, so…
We're going today to Eva's house to study with her
because, you know, she gets it.
Why didn't she wait for you?
Well, she left first
because she had to run an errand for her father
because he can't leave the house.
Yeah.Right. I forgot.
Well, the two of us are gonna go
because we have a date with Miss Deep Throat tonight.
-Oh. -Yeah, well, good luck with that.
No, no, good luck to you guys with all of your studying.
If we didn't already have plans, we would go with you,
but as they say,
plot-driven porn is way better than physics, right?
-Fartknocker. -Yeah.
-See ya. -Hey. No, no, no, no!
We can write to each other. Send a love letter or whatever.
Whatever. Oh, sorry, Professor.
I believe Castro smells that we are up to something.
He needs to mind his own business.
Good thing Salcedo is not paying attention to him.
He's thinking about his sister.
Yeah, but one day, he could notice, so we have to be very careful.
-Yeah, and speed things up. -Hmm.
If they start putting the pieces together, we're screwed.
We're here. Let's go.
Right here! Stop!
Yeah, we already checked everything out, and
everything is scheduled for Saturday.
Did they explain what they will do to me?
Yes, it's called curettage.
It's a… Well, it's a surgery.
It takes 15 minutes, and they do it under anesthesia.
How do they do the procedure?
According to what I understood,
they scrape the uterus
so there is no pregnancy.
-Does it hurt? -No.
No, they do that with anesthesia, and… and it doesn't.
I don't see anything unusual.
They were probably doing the physics papers like they told us.
I don't know, bro.
It's just there's something that doesn't add up.
I know. Why don't we follow them, okay?
-Come on. -No, Álvaro!
You can follow them. You're the one who's obsessed with them.
I don't know why I listen to you and to your crazy ass.
No, Salcedo!
Come on! Come on, bro! Now, take it easy.
Breathe. Yeah?
It's okay.
I admit it.
It was my mistake to come here,
and I can be wrong too.
But look, I'm sure of one thing.
Those two guys and Eva are up to something, okay?
Why don't we just follow them?
Also, we're still in time to go to the movies, right?
No way, bro.
Instead of listening to you and following you here,
I should be with my mother,
who is devastated without any news of Luisa.
I always listen to your bullshit.
But if I don't pass and fail the year,
my mom will kill me!
Salcedo.
Salcedo!
Thirty days have passed
since the kidnapping of union leader José Raquel Mercado
by the M19's Simón Bolívar and Camilo Torres commandos,
and the government has yet to make a statement
on the armed group's demands.
Hmm. Mrs. Ana,
I think Mercado will be murdered, and things are going to get complicated.
Okay, José.
Let's have a child.
I don't know if this is an act of irresponsibility…
or of love.
But I'll stop taking the pills.
Are you serious?
Mm-hmm.
We can start now if you want.
"You are looking outward,
and that is precisely what you should avoid right now."
"No one can advise or help you. No one."
"There is only one single way."
"Go into yourself."
"Find out the reason that commands you to write."
"See whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your being."
"Ask yourself whether you'd die if you couldn't write and, most of all,
ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night,
'must I write?'"
But despite the urgency of my present situation,
I had only one answer.
Eva. Always Eva.
Even what was happening with Luisa revolved around her.
What would happen once the pregnancy issue was resolved?
That night, anxiety took hold of me again,
and, heeding Rilke's recommendation,
I spent the night putting down on paper
what I needed to write in order not to die.
The Acuña's plan was so ridiculous
that I thought it was a joke.
But no, it was a coldly calculated action.
I am looking for my parrot.
The idea was to rob an elderly couple
who lived in a house in the San Fernando neighborhood
by pretending to be new neighbors
with a lost parrot that had flown from our house to theirs.
-Hey, thank you. -Huh?
Is that you?
There's this teapot.
Oof.
160 for porcelain.
Look, 50.
And well, the last thing are these… these porcelain kittens.
This is fine porcelain. Look, this is the last of it.
-Be careful, you'll damage it. -No, those were like that.
Ha, it's no longer a hundred. It's ninety.
Brother, but it's a little scratch.
Ninety. That's it.
Ready, okay? We got it?
Good job, Granados.
I knew you, with that good boy face, you were the one for the job.
Here.
If you are interested,
we have located other houses in other neighborhoods.
-We can even increase your fee. -No, no, no, no, no.
This is my first and last one here in the world of crime.
-Ah! -Ah, no!
But why? At least think about it.
I have an eye for this, and you could be good.
Thanks.
Fine.
Done.
So I'll expect you tomorrow with the patient, right?
Hey, remember, Granados, there's no refunds.
This has to be secret, Quiñonez.
Well, if you want… You know what? We can make an "excection."
I'll give you back your money, and you look somewhere else to solve your problem.
See you tomorrow. And it's "exception."
Quiñonez, how's it going? All good?
Hey, dude. Good. And you?
Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
Hey, uh, Quiñonez, are you gonna tell me
what's the big secret you have with those morons?
Don't be nosy, Castro. Snitches get stitches, huh?
Oh, really? It's that big of a secret?
Are you that curious?
Well, I guess so.
Uh-huh. And how much will you pay for the information?
Let me tell you, it's a bomb.
What are you doing here?
Waiting for you.
What for? Why?
-To show your face. -We know everything, Granados.
Too bad, Granados! Too bad! everything, Granados.