We're friends with benefits. Friends with benefits.
Granados! Granados! Granados, snap out of it! Help me out!
Salcedo went crazy!
-Everyone, stop! Stop fighting! Let's go! -Hey! That's enough!
-Hey! -Guys!
-Hey! -Leave him alone!
-What's your problem? -Hey, hey!
-You haven't even hit me! -Enough!
What's up, brother? You trying to ruin the party?
-Hey! -This motherfucker is mocking me!
-What do you mean? -Want me to go again?
-What do you mean by that? -Come on. Stop it.
-Do it! Come on! -Come on! Hit me right here!
-Enough! -That's enough.
Aw! This idiot is just jealous.
-Who's jealous, Castro? -Shut it, Castro!
-She's with me! I invited her! -Aw! So cute!
Jealous and high on all that shit he puts up his nose.
Are you using drugs, Martín?
In the condition Salcedo was in,
the only voice he heard was that of his sister,
and it brought him back to his senses.
On the other hand, I was about to explode,
thinking about Eva and Professor Silva together in her room.
The party picked up again, and it was a complete success.
The only one not having any fun was me,
as I was in a free fall,
heading toward the bottom of the fifth circle of hell.
If you want my love
Come and get it…
-How is it? All good? -Fine. Yeah.
-Do you wanna dance? -Coming.
Hey, Camilo. Just breathe.
You can't be jealous when you're friends with benefits.
Let's dance. Whoo!
EVA LASTING
EPISODE 7
Hello?
-How are you, José? -Mrs. Ana.
-Ah. -How are you? How'd it go?
Really well, José.
You can't imagine the university.
The classes, the teachers, the classmates, I liked everything.
-Really? -Yes.
I'm happy for you.
I have to catch up, and that won't be easy.
Yeah, sure, but, well, you're a very smart woman.
In less than a month, you'll… you'll be at the top of the class.
-What about this princess? -She's sleeping.
-She's been very good. Very good. -Yes?
-Right now, she's sleeping, so… -She's so well-behaved. Aw!
What's this?
You were reading to her? What is it?
No, it's just…
It's just an old book on philosophy.
Philosophy?
Mm-hmm.
Since when do you read philosophy?
No, it's just that…
…today, I went to the kids' house, and this girl, Eva, gave… gave it to me.
The baby was restless, so I thought, maybe while she was drifting off to sleep,
I could read a little.
Wow.
-Look at this. -Hmm.
I didn't know that philosophy books nowadays have erotic illustrations.
Me neither.
-Me neither. I just saw it there. Yeah. -Hmm.
If you check next to the illustrations, there are some texts,
and it looks like it is indeed philosophy.
Hmm.
Hmm…
What I read there was that actually…
pleasure is a form of self-knowing and needs a lot of practice
and… experimentation and stuff.
Let's see if any of that is actually true, because… …you never know.
Well, for me, it's fine.
What seems fine for you, Mrs. Ana?
You're alone. I'm alone.
The house is empty.
Oh, Mrs. Ana.
Ouch! Stop, stop!
-Cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp! -What? Why?
That's it. That's it.
-Ow! Wait! -What?
No!
José.
I never thought we were capable of doing something like this.
Oh.
Look at all we were missing out on, just out of pure ignorance.
-Hm! -And we have so much more to learn.
-Hmm? -Hmm?
Don't worry. I'm not asking you to let me move back in.
-Or for us to be spouses like we used to. -Mm!
Mrs. Ana.
You and I have been neighbors… spouses…
…parents…
but we've never been lovers,
or "friends with benefits," as the kids say these days.
Are you making me an offer, José?
What do you think?
Hmm…
Let's see.
-This one's very interesting, José. -Hmm! Yes.
-Very philosophical. -Mm.
-Mm! -Mm-hmm.
Mm.
-Mm! Mm! -It's good.
You killed it with this soup, Arbeláez.
Listen. I'm thinking my thing isn't music. It's cooking.
Hmm. Or cookingandmusic.
If you analyze them,
they're not that different and can complement each other.
Mm. Good point.
-Mm! -Totally.
Well, I'm wrapping up and heading home. Toñita's waiting for me.
Go ahead. I'll go with you.
How about you? You off to fight in the war, or what?
No, not the war, bro.
I've joined the Army. Not off to war yet.
I still can't believe it.
They finally give you an easy way out, and you wanna stay?
Yeah, of course. I won't let them kick me out for being gay.
Mm.
You can call it a personal challenge, but no. I'm fighting this battle.
If it's a battle against discrimination, I'm with you, Gustavo.
-Me too. -Thanks.
Mm, besides, if after the Army, you wanna go into the theater,
you can use this time to explore new experiences
that'll serve as inspiration.
-Mm. -Tolstoy went to the Crimean War.
He probably used that experience to writeWar and Peace. You know?
Everything a writer lives through helps open creative doors.
Right, Camilo?
Hmm?
I don't know.
I don't feel good. I'm going to bed. See ya.
What's up with him?
Although I was on the verge of losing control and ready to snap,
I kept quiet about what I had seen.
Dammit.
Truth is, I didn't know how to deal with the situation.
Being friends with benefits didn't leave me any space to make demands.
And of course, I couldn't violate the golden rule of our deal.
"Don't meddle in other people's business. Not ever." And definitely not in Eva's.
I was on edge,
waiting for what would happen in the next few days,
and anger and rejection towards Professor Silva
started to build up inside me.
Lolita.
The masterpiece by Vladimir Nabokov
is one of the best examples of how,
when a writer is able to lay it all out on paper,
the result can be
absolutely marvelous.
That's why a writer's own experience
is their most powerful tool in their toolbox.
I disagree.
That would mean a writer can only write about what… what they've lived.
I don't think Dante actually went to hell to writeThe Divine Comedy,
or that Cervantes was in every place and situation his Don Quixote experienced.
-Camilo, it's not like that. -Ah!
It's not about replicating the experience exactly.
It's taking those experiences and emotions and turning them into metaphors,
to craft a new reality, a new narrative.
Fine. But that's not what you were saying before.
Maybe because we're only halfway through the class.
Well, let's just wait and see how it goes,
because with all this rambling, I'm losing track of…
Hurry up. We're supposed to meet Gustavo at the newspaper.
-We're late. -Yeah, I know.
I just keep questioning if this is really the right thing to do,
'cause the last thing we need is to put my boss in an awkward position.
No, the newspaper loves writing these kinds of stories.
Mm, sure. You're the one who knows everything, right?
-What's going on with you, Camilo? -With me?
Yeah. Why are you all bitter and aggressive?
-Me? -Yes.
First, you were negative about Gustavo, and now in class with Antonio…
-You're telling me-- -Now it's just "Antonio"?
Not "Professor Silva" anymore? "Toño," huh?
Too friendly. He's a professor.
-You didn't even let him finish the class. -He's talking nonsense.
I don't buy him like the rest of the world who believes everything he says.
-Tsk! -Hmm. Yeah.
Looks like you're the only one who thought it was nonsense.
Yeah, all right.
And you know what? At the end of the day, you're desperately grasping at straws.
-What do you mean, "desperate"? About? -Glad I ran into you guys.
Look, if you're gonna talk to me about what happened in class…
-…it's normal, it's a debate. -Calm down, Camilo. Take it easy.
I have to admit, you stirred things up today, for sure.
I really like that, because, to me, there's nothing better
than a great discussion to explore tough topics, right?
I was looking for you because the college is organizing a short story competition
with a cash prize and publication for the winners.
And I think… you should participate in it.
Oh.
The thing is, when we were in high school,
we fought to ensure that a pregnant student got admitted,
and it was thanks to an editorial published by this newspaper.
So we thought another editorial might help
prevent a cadet from being expelled from the military for being gay.
It's a little more complicated.
It's one thing to ask a public school to respect and uphold the rights
of a pregnant student,
and another is to mess with an institution like the Army.
Both cases involve an injustice being done.
Yeah, probably, but education is a right.
And military service is a duty. They're two different things.
I'm saying that what's happening with this young man could be unfair,
but it's not against the law.
So, what? The newspaper c-c-can't help us?
Here's what I suggest.
Write the editorial, but let the Army see it first.
Persuasion is probably going to work better than pressure in this situation.
-Mm-hmm. -Give it a try.
-So basically, we get to work on writing. -After you.
-Fine. Let's go for it. -What's up?
-What's up? How is it? -How'd it go?
-We didn't do well. -Mm.
Mm.
Well… this is for you.
Thanks.
Based on the look on her face, I guess it's bad news.
Did you check who the letter was from?
-No, but is has Statue of Liberty stamps. -Sh…
So, what? Are you gonna help me with the editorial?
Yeah, of course. Come on. Let's go. Let's go to my room.
I almost quit helping Pabón with the editorial,
because, in addition to the Eva and Professor Silva issue,
now there was the mystery of the letter.
Who sent it?
Was it the same person who called her the day we were at her place
and she asked me to leave so they could talk?
"The question here is,
do citizens' rights and duties depend on the personal decisions
of those who administer them?"
"Do we live together as a society to support and protect each other
while building a kind world to live in?"
"In that sense, institutions like schools, the state, and the military,
which represent that society,
should be examples of inclusion and diversity."
"Ultimately, they should be examples of democracy."
"Then, I'll ask again."
"Does being gay
mean I'm excluded from society?"
"Does it mean that I'm unable to exercise my rights and fulfill my duties?"
"In my particular case,
does it mean I can't complete my military service?"
"Being honest, I don't think so."
-Nice. -Tsh!
-Good, good, good! -Nice, Pabón!
Well done, buddies. It sounds pretty good.
Ooh, yeah! You worked really hard on it.
Yes. That's exactly why it should be published.
So is it not a sure thing that they'll publish it?
-No. -No, the plan is
to take it to the Army first.
To have it reviewed?
No, man, to see if… if they get scared and take me back.
Hmm. Well, that's a very good idea.
In this country, people get scared of what the press says.
Yeah, that's called blackmail. That's what it is, and it's terrible.
Come on, Eva. It's called persuasion.
But since you always prefer to pick a fight,
I guess it's a concept you're not familiar with.
Do you know what's going to happen if the Army lets Gustavo back in
just to prevent bad press?
-Yes! We'll have achieved our objective. -No! We'll be supporting blackmail!
And the worst part is that we'll fix Gustavo's issue,
but we won't address the deeper issue,
the one you both articulated so well in that editorial, in case you forgot.
Well, then why not let the person who's actually involved make the decision?
Or are we only allowed to do what you think is the right thing to do?
Ugh! All right, bro. What do you wanna do?
Mm…
I guess…
I think that
these battles should be won one step at a time.
Mm-hmm.
There's so much more I can do inside the Army
than outside of it.
So based on that reasoning,
I'd rather take the editorial to the Army.
Of course.
-Mm! -Just look!
So if we don't do what Queen Eva says, she gets upset.
-She's really mad, actually. -Yeah! I mean…
-Don't worry about it. -She always has to be right.
You're doing the right thing.
I have to admit that, in the discussion,
my anger and resentment toward Eva is what really fueled the argument.
That's what gave life to the story I was submitting to the contest.
So, taking the advice of my new rival,
I put all the anger I was feeling onto paper.
As I kept going, I became more pleased with the result,
but my paranoia kept growing.
And Eva wasn't showing up,
so I did something I can't really say I'm proud of.
But at that moment, I needed to solve at least one of the problems
that wouldn't let me find peace.
The letter.
I found the letter,
but there was a big problem.
I wasn't able to read it.
Camilo kept shutting me down the whole time.
Pabón said absolutely nothing.
And by the end, everyone had turned against me.
So, before I said something I'd regret, I just chose to walk out of the house.
And I wandered the neighborhood to, well, calm down.
And that's it. In the end, I came to visit my goddaughter.
Who, by the way, looks really cute, right?
So what do you plan to do?
I don't know.
Mm, I guess I need to learn to accept that all majorities,
even if they're wrong, they have the power.
It's just, what they wanna do is blackmail.
That's going to solve absolutely nothing.
Yes, and… believe me, Eva, I understand, but…
don't you think sometimes it's better to put the person before the politics?
I don't know.
Well…
Yes.
Yes, I suppose that I have to accept that I'm not always right.
That's what living in a community is all about.
Yeah, sure, but it's not always that easy.
Oh, and who said it was gonna be like that?
It's so difficult. Right, baby girl?
There's something else I have to tell you.
And it's a big deal.
I was so anxious
that I didn't hesitate to grab the novel from Eva's room
and look through its pages for some sort of answer.
That was even worse,
because Nabokov's novel was nothing more
than the chronicle of an erotic relationship
between a literature teacher
and a disconcerting and really, really young girl.
Any resemblance to reality was no accident.
Pabón left early this morning.
I still don't get what he's going to do, but… I hope it works for him.
Mm-hmm.
Take this, bro.
With those bags under your eyes, you look like a panda.
Mm. No, honestly, bro. One more coffee and I won't sleep for a month.
Why did you stay up all night?
Uh, because I was finishing a short story for, uh, you know,
the university competition.
Mm… right.
Could it be for another reason?
-What's the other reason? -Mm, I don't know. You tell us.
All right, guys.
I got a job, finally.
Huh? What do you think?
They needed a bouncer at the bar, and I went for it.
Come on, bro. Do you really think that that job is for a guy like you?
Why? What do you mean by that?
Uh…
-Hello? -It's just that…
Oh! Here comes the missing one.
-Ooh! What do you mean? -Seriously?
She didn't come home last night. No, man, she wasn't here. Who knows?
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-Hello. -Good morning, princess.
Hmm? Are you still mad?
Let's talk about something else.
So, Eva, tell us. Where did you stay?
Uh, well, I was around. Why?
Just curious.
I'll get it.
"Around"?
Bro, show some respect.
-Hello? -We didn't say anything.
How did you get this number?
Yes. Yes, I did. I received your letters.
But I don't wanna say anything because I have nothing to say.
No, look, you have to stop calling me.
I don't wanna be wrapped up in your problems anymore.
I… I'm not gonna let you manipulate me the same way again.
Great. Okay. In that case, do whatever you think you need to do.
But just, please, leave me alone.
-Hello? -How are you doing, kid?
Ah.
What's up, Dad? It's you.
-How's it going? -I'd like to know what's going on.
You were supposed to call me about your sister Janet's documentary.
I've been waiting, kiddo.
I'm getting old here.
Yes, sir. I got it, yeah.
I was so caught up in Eva's mess that I totally forgot
the world around me kept on spinning.
A newspaper is going to publish this?
It's very likely, Sergeant.
What are the terms?
That I'm allowed to rejoin the military service, Sergeant.
This is unbelievable.
Around 90% of individuals who enlist in the military do so unwillingly.
And you, who haven't had the best time, wanna come back.
The thing is I'm different,
Sergeant.
That's what the editorial says.
I don't know if you know,
but what you're doing is blackmail, and it's illegal.
It's a negotiation. With all due respect, Sergeant.
If the Army just let me do my duty,
we tear up those papers,
and I'll become the best soldier you've ever had.
You don't have any military vocation!
I'm talking about things that matter more to me, Sergeant.
It's about respect for diversity, tolerance, and minorities,
who sh-shouldn't be excluded from society for their identity.
Those are subjects that, for me, are more important
than having a military vocation.
What's up, bitches?
Aren't you guys happy to see me, or what?
What? Don't tell me they took you back.
Of course, the Army realized
that losing a soldier like Gustavo Pabón
was a waste.
Well, shit got fucked up, gentlemen.
Oh, Quiñonez… don't pretend you're not happy.
-Look at you. -Really?
Don't do a thing about it and you'll see, dipshit.
I love you too, asshole.
Hey, shut it!
Get changed, ASAP.
So?
How is it?
You're the first person to see it.
Is the girl supposed to be Eva?
Is it that obvious?
Kind of.
Why is this so angry?
What do you mean, "angry"?
You can tell the guy hates the girl.
And you don't hate Eva, do you?
No.
No, no, come on. But it's… it's fiction.
It's not reality.
So why didn't you show it toherfirst, like you always do?
Because, this time, I needed a more objective point of view.
-Mm. -She was here last night.
And? Did she stay here?
Mm-mm.
No, but she told me all about the argument you guys had over Pabón.
Is this because of that?
No. Not at all.
Well…
um, I personally prefer love stories with happy endings,
but this is really good.
You're gonna win.
Tsk! I hope so.
That money would really help us.
Camilo, are you doing anything right now?
Mm-mm.
Are you still doing the correspondence language classes?
Yeah, of course. I'm on level five now.
Mm.
But what? Are they good? Are they really effective?
Yeah, I guess it depends on the effort you put into it.
But… but if you stay disciplined,
like, how long does it take to learn, roughly?
No, I'm just asking because…
in class, we sometimes learn about authors in other countries.
-And… -Really?
Yeah, it would be nice to read them in their original language.
Hmm. Surely.
Are you nervous?
Yes, a little bit.
Mom.
She's just like you when you were a baby.
Really?
And Martín says she supposedly looks like him.
She doesn't look like him at all.
If that makes him happy, we'll just let him think that.
Mm.
Thanks for coming.
And for bringing me this little baby.
Well, you're the grandma, right?
Honey…
I--
It's okay.
You don't have to say anything.
Let's pretend that
the baby is the perfect excuse for you and me to start over.
Mom…
have you been in touch with my dad?
The thing is, I'm pretty sure he was at Antonia's baptism.
And I wanted to know if you've talked to him.
I've always been intrigued by the power of the relationship
between mothers and their children.
I guess motherhood will always be out of our reach as men,
which is why we'll never fully understand
how that bond can heal both our minor pains
as well as thousands of years of offenses.
That night, Eva didn't come to sleep at the 364 either,
and I had to prepare everything for the documentary about Janet
with a heavy heart,
thinking this was a project we would've enjoyed doing together.
Eva is not coming, brother?
Uh… no.
No, but she said hi.
Say hi to her for me.
Sure. I'll tell her.
All right, here's what we're gonna do next.
-You're gonna speak to the camera… -Yes.
…and you're gonna tell us who you are…
-…what you enjoy doing… -Okay.
…um, what you dream about for the future.
-Okay. -Ready?
-Yes. -All right.
How much time do I have, brother?
Um… it's up to you.
-Do I look okay? -Yes.
You look stunning.
Then, just like you, I'm ready to be filmed.
All right, so now, Arbeláez will put the clapboard there.
And it'll sound like this, "Tsh!" Like a clap.
And then I'll count down from five, and when I reach two…
-…you take a breath and start talking. -I'll start talking.
-Okay. -Ready?
-Yes. -Okay. Mr. Arbeláez, please.
All ready.
Janet Documentary. Janet scene, shot one, take one.
Hello.
I'm José del Carmen Granados.
-I'm Janet's father. I wanted-- -Cut! Dad.
No, Dad, it's too close because it's… it's out of focus.
Move further away.
Take five, interview José.
I'm José del Carmen Granados. I…
-I forgot the rest. What's my line? -Cut! Cut! Dad, relax, relax.
Dad, relax.
Three… two… one.
-Zero? Who says zero? -Cut!
Shot one, take 15. Interview with José.
Take 20, this is it.
Hello. I'm José del Carmen Granados. I'm Janet's father.
I met her, unfortunately, when she was already grown up.
Cut! Come on, bro. The boom's in the shot.
But it's good like that, Dad. It's good. One more take. One more. One more.
Ay! Come on!
Tell me, what does Down syndrome mean to you?
Do you know what Down syndrome is?
Hmm. It's…
I've never heard of it.
-Sh! -What do you guys know about it?
Up, up, up, up, up, up.
Uh, do you know what Down syndrome is?
Don't do that.
Hello, kiddos.
How are you?
The first challenge as parents is being able to face our own fears.
-And also taking risks. -Heads up!
Son of a…
Thanks for letting us film here, Dr. Alicia.
Don't even mention it. This will always be your school, guys.
Thank you.
So how's university going for you?
Fine. I'm doing well, ma'am.
I actually entered a short story contest. Can you believe it?
-Congratulations. -Thanks very much.
So what's going on with Miss Samper?
Uh, fine.
Fine, yes.
Uh, the thing is, I haven't spoken much with her recently.
-Because of the documentary. -Hmm.
I've been super busy.
-Yeah, but she's fine. -Hmm!
If you happen to see her, please tell her I say hi.
And let her know that, um…
Actually, just tell her I say hi.
Okay, I'll tell her.
-Hello. Oh, sorry I'm late. -Hey, professor.
-I barely made it out of class. -Ah, don't worry.
Dr. Alicia, thanks a lot for letting us do this.
I just hope this helps with what you all need.
-Make yourself at home. -Thank you very much.
-Thanks. -Ready?
Rosario, if you want, take a seat there. We're ready to, uh, begin.
Where should I look?
Here. Okay?
Ready? Let's film.
Hey, Arbeláez, you should talk to your boss at the club.
You should tell them to switch you from music to food and drinks. Mm!
This is amazing.
Mm! It's true, man.
I have never had so many different great meals since we've been here.
Well, now that you mention it, guys, I'm considering charging you for cooking.
Mm.
Good one.
No, I'm not joking, Salcedo.
This is just like any other job.
It takes effort, dedication, knowledge, and time.
And it's fair that it should be compensated.
Unless you would all prefer to start preparing your own meals
from this point and take care of it yourself.
Whoa! The housemaid is rebelling.
No, Salcedo, it's not a joke, bro.
Don't get all pissed off, now.
I have a better idea.
I'll still handle the cooking from here.
Y'all keep eating like royalty, but I'll pay only half the rent.
How about that?
-Hmm. -I believe that…
it's a decision that we should make by majority vote,
like we had agreed, right?
Let's do it.
Yeah, bro, but we can't. Not everyone is here.
And since Miss Eva doesn't show her face anymore…
She hasn't even come back to sleep. I mean, right?
Who knows what she's up to?
Hmm.
Going to church?
-I don't think so, bro. -Ha!
Come on.
Hey. Do you see her at the university?
Mm.
I've seen her around.
The thing is, I don't go digging into people's lives or asking dumb questions.
-Whoa. -Thanks, bro.
See you upstairs to start editing.
-Yeesh. -Whoo.
We can't tell you anything!
-She's really gonna mess with his head. -For sure.
Especially if you just keep poking and poking and poking
at the damn wound, bro.
-Maybe leave him alone. -Ah.
I need her to go to school and socialize with kids her age.
I'm so excited.
No, bro, that shot doesn't work at all.
Okay, man, but chill. You know this requires patience.
Well, I lost my patience a while ago.
But is it because of this or something else?
Let's see.
Is this about Eva?
Ugh, you too?
Are you gonna shove Eva in my face too, or what?
I'm done with everyone asking me about her.
When did I become her damn babysitter?
I'm sorry, bro.
Everything's just piling up. There's so much in my mind.
The documentary, that damn story I need to submit for the contest.
And also those calls and letters Eva's been receiving.
And she's not even coming back to sleep, bro.
Well, man, why don't you just ask her and get it over with?
I'm afraid.
Pure fear. I'm afraid that…
well, she'll confirm my suspicions that when she's not home,
she's staying with Professor Silva.
-What do you mean? He has a girlfriend. -So what?
That guy, his little bit of charm and his "I'm such a cool professor" act,
trying to get with every girl, including Eva.
And like an idiot, she's falling for it.
Come on, bro.
Eva can be whatever you want.
Good or bad.
We both know she's no fool. She doesn't fall for anyone's lies.
You know what, man?
I'm sure that, on the day of the party, he hooked up with her right here.
They did it right under my nose, right here, in her room.
Shit.
I thought that
being here with her in the house would make things settle down,
that we'd be good,
that everything would be better and we'd be happy.
But no. I'm going crazy, bro.
The next day, I saw Eva at the university.
And with a heavy heart,
I hid my real emotional state
behind a news update on what was going on at the 364.
I couldn't just let her see me falling apart like I was.
I thought, "I should keep at least some dignity."
Arbeláez proposed continuing to cook for all of us, but… paying less rent.
Well, that's fair. Right?
Yes, I think so too.
What about Álvaro and Martín?
No, they say that…
that we should put it to a vote, like we agreed.
Mm.
Hey, so… when are you coming back to the house?
I'm saying it for the… the vote and to sort that out once and for all.
Good morning, folks.
Good morning.
Shall we head to class?
Come on.
Silva!
-Professor, what's up? -Camilo.
I need to talk to you about something.
-Tell me. -Um…
All good?
Yes. Everything's fine. Actually, I wanted to give you this.
The story for the contest.
-Oh! You took the plunge. -Yes.
That's nice.
No, but it's not with me. You have to hand it in to the faculty office.
Ah! Okay.
-I thought it was with you. -Nope.
Ah.
Anything else?
No.
-Great. -Um, no, that's all.
-All right, I'm off to class. -Mm.
-Good luck with your story. -Mm-hmm. Thanks.
I really hope that you win it.
All right, guys. You know the minimum spend.
I'll handle it.
Oof!
Hey, if you want something to scratch your nose,
I might know a guy.
You know what I'm saying?
Hey there.
What's up, Granaditos?
-Look at you, at your new job. -How are we doing?
-All good? -Smooth.
Little Eva is not here.
Damn.
Oh, come on! No need to fake it, man.
We all know she's got you, but she's keeping you on a leash.
What the hell do you mean? I was just going home.
-Yeah. "Going home." -You know what, Salcedo? Shove it.
Oh, come on!
You're not having a drink with me? No need to get all aggressive!
Hi. I'm Janet. I'm 18 years old.
I'm into music, painting, and, above all, makeup.
And I'm a pro.
Days later, we showed the video at José María's theater.
People say you should
receive your children with happiness when they're born.
But when Janet was born,
I cried.
I cried so much.
I felt very guilty.
And I argued with God.
Hello. I'm José del Carmen Granados. I'm Janet's father.
Life brought us together when she was already grown.
Um…
When I first saw her, I was speechless.
All I could think of…
…was running away.
My mom is strict and brave, but I adore her.
And my dad is the funniest guy in the world.
Do you know what Down syndrome is?
No. No idea.
Isn't it like a disease?
I've never heard of it.
At the moment, very little is known about Down syndrome.
But in Europe and Spain,
they're already working on a thing called school integration,
and there's also work integration.
Are you ready, Janet?
-Yes. -Let's see.
Wow!
My dream is to go to school,
graduate, of course,
become a movie actress
and a professional makeup artist.
When I took the time to get to know Janet,
I realized she's not only a super smart girl,
but she's also very fun and loving.
I taught her how to play guitar and drive the taxi.
She's a quick learner.
I was a single mom,
and soon after my daughter was born,
I realized she didn't need tears or pity
but immediate action.
The first challenge as parents is to conquer our own fears
and take risks.
On an academic level,
I've done everything I could for my daughter.
And that's why I need her to join school and socialize with children her age.
I don't have many friends, but I wish I had more, Mom.
Ah.
My son graduated from José María Root.
It was the first public school to admit a woman as a student,
the first to offer embroidery classes for men,
and the first to allow a pregnant woman to graduate.
That's why, among other things,
I want this school to continue being a pioneer,
a great school and a place where many firsts can happen.
What do you think about my parents? They're awesome, right?
-All good? -I liked everything.
Well done, kiddo.
You like it?
Yes.
I can't believe you're my son. I'm very proud, you know?
All right.
The success of the documentary
gave me the energy I was missing.
And the next day,
I showed up at the university ready to take the bull by the horns.
I wish I could've seen the documentary, Camilo.
Yeah, I wish you could've seen it.
And we could've done it together too, but how?
Lately, I only see you at the university, and it's always a rush.
In fact, the other day, we were waiting for you
to talk about the Arbeláez and the kitchen stuff.
-Yeah, I've got stuff going on-- -Wait up, Eva. Just a minute.
-I wanted to ask you-- -Camilo!
-Hey, professor, I was just talking-- -I was looking for you.
The contest story pre-selection is done.
-Oh, nice. We were talking about it. -And…
…sadly, yours didn't get selected.
I wanted to tell you myself.
I'm sorry.
Camilo.
I'm sorry.
I'm sure you got the rest of the jury to reject my story.
And I'm sure you did it
because you can't stand me being so close to Eva.
But don't worry. You know what?
I'm not falling for your "cool professor" routine.
I know people like you, always manipulating others to get ahead.
But I'm not your fool. This isn't over. Do you hear me?
Camilo.
What?
Any issue related to Eva is off the table.
Those personal matters have nothing to do with this.
-We're not gonna mix things up. -You're mixing things up.
-I'm talking about the story. -Regarding your story…
Even though it's full of emotion, intensity, and guts,
the structure is poorly executed.
Let me ask you this.
Did you maybe let yourself be driven by pain?
By anger?
Literature is emotion, sure,
but structure matters.
I think your story has the potential to be a great piece of work.
But it's not there yet.
You still need to learn how to balance content and form.
I'm telling you this as your professor,
who acknowledges that you have great talent,
but you need to be more rigorous with your structure.
Remember, we write so that others can read us.
We have just wrapped up the meeting with the parent-teachers association,
and they decided, unanimously,
to accept Janet into her junior year.
Oh, thank you very much.
-Thank you so much. -Oh, Dr. Alicia, thank you.
Please congratulate Camilo on my behalf.
What a beautiful documentary. Vital for the decision that was made.
Yes.
Uh…
Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry. It's just… This… this just made me lose it.
Aw!
Oh…
Okay, done. Okay, okay, okay.
Hey, don't worry about it.
Hello?
-Hi. -Hi.
What's up?
What are you doing?
I'm moving out.
I know you've wanted to ask me where I stay when I'm not here,
but you haven't because you respect the rule
of not getting into each other's business.
Are you staying at Professor Silva's place?
Yes.
I'm moving in with him.
EVA LASTING n with him.