Okay, here's the computer.
Oh, thanks.
I still can't believe that we're gonna live together.
-Well, we're already doing it. -No, but you know what I mean, though.
This is different.
Let's see. So your computer is here.
Mm-hmm.
Look.
There. Nice.
What's wrong?
I've never liked that table.
The table? This one?
Yeah. It's ugly.
Wait. No. Are you serious?
-You should've told me that earlier. -Yeah. It's just…
I think it looks good. Plus, it comes with these outlets.
-Uh, no. -That's all right.
I'll just clear this stuff off, and we can give the desk to Castro.
I mean, he always said he wanted a desk, so here it is.
-Oh, right now? -Yeah, come on.
-Really? -Just help me. Uh-huh.
-What do you need? -Guide me down.
-Okay. Be careful. -I got it. Open the door.
-Don't hurt yourself. Okay. -Go on.
-Tell me where. -Yeah, keep going.
And how about we move some of your stuff out here?
-If you want. -Yeah, you know what?
I was actually thinking I wanted my own desk.
-Careful. -Something's going on with Vandalia.
-What? What happened? -Christ!
-What's that asshole talking about? -Sh!
-What's going on? What is it? -Sh!
Hey, dumbass, keep it down!
-Yeah, of course he's pissed! -What's happening?
-It sounds crazy in there. -Oh, bullshit!
You've been getting into our stash, and that's why numbers don't add up!
-Right? -He's doing what?
-Sh! -What are you doing with that desk?
-I was giving it to you. -Really?
-Yeah. You want it? -Of course.
What are you looking at? You better not rat us out!
-Move! -Buddy, this is our house too, you know.
-Is he kidding me? -He's got a lot of nerve.
She's gone way too far. We have to tell that woman to move out, okay?
Let's just talk to her first.
Go ahead. Invite her to sit down and have tea with us.
I'm not saying that. We should at least be fair and give her--
We've already been fair, Eva. This is so stupid.
And look at the facts. It's simple.
What a jerk, telling us what to do in our own house.
EVA LASTING
"TROUBLES AND OTHER POEMS" "EPISODE 3"
-And Vandalia? -No.
I was gonna tell her to clear out her bedroom, but no.
Really?
The group decided it's best if we talk to her first.
We'll explain the situation to her and give her another chance.
You think that's gonna work?
I do. Sometimes you just need to talk.
And besides, she's a smart girl. I'm sure she'll understand.
I think you're naive if you believe that.
Sorry. Fine, I'll keep quiet.
No. If this were left up to Camilo, we'd have taken her things, thrown them…
-I didn't say throw her stuff out. -…and sent armed guards to the door.
She needs to understand.
-He's always so aggressive. -Aggressive?
-When have I been aggressive? -When do you plan to talk to her?
Castro and Salcedo took her. So, tonight, they're gonna talk to her.
I think we all should've talked to her.
But why? That's not my responsibility.
For the first time in my life, none of this is my fault.
-Sure, if you say so. -Well, all right, then!
-Right. -This whole thing's difficult.
This hot dog's making me sick.
So dumb.
What happened today was really heavy, Vandalia.
Yeah? What happened?
There was that guy, the one who came out of your room, all beaten-up.
-It was scary. -Oh, right. Poor guy.
I had to remind him that I am not to be fucked with.
Yeah, but…
-You understand we have neighbors, right? -Yeah.
-They've been pretty upset with us lately. -What's going on? What's the problem?
Isn't the only house rule that no one gets into anyone else's business?
Yeah, as long as what you do doesn't affect others, or--
-Really? Is everyone upset with me? -We've talked about…
-No, not me. -No, we're not.
-No one's gotten upset yet. -No, the neighbors…
With all these visitors, it's hard to keep track of what's going on.
Oh, don't worry. Don't worry.
As long as you pay me for every line you snort
and you don't sneak into my room
looking for things you know don't belong to you, we're cool.
Hmm?
You don't mess with me, I won't mess with you. Okay?
Cutie.
That's nice.
It was a bad sign that the very first night
Eva and I spent living together ended up being completely overshadowed
by some petty fight concerning Vandalia.
I couldn't figure a way out of our disagreement.
And, unfortunately, neither could Eva.
And so, that night,
we went to bed a little less happy than a couple should've been
at such a new stage in their relationship.
-Who's knocking on the door? -Sh!
The police are here because of the drugs.
-What? -Shit. I told you.
-We have to tell Vandalia. -We don't know where she is.
Then we have to take care of it ourselves.
-Right. I've got a plan. -Keep them distracted.
-Go outside! Go! Go! -Come on. Come on.
Oh, look. Hi there, fellas. How are you?
-Sir, have you ever heard of a doorbell? -Ma'am, I apologize.
We have a warrant to enter and search your residence.
And why's that? What law have we broken?
We received information
about a drug business operating on the premises.
Drugs? Oh, drugs.
Nothing.
-Nothing? Seriously? Are we in the clear? -Nothing.
You've got the wrong house.
-Did you search the neighbor's house? -No.
Wait. Before we let you in, I wanna talk to my lawyers for a minute.
You can talk to whoever you want, Miss Samper.
But we are coming inside right now, one way or another. You got that?
Come on! Over here, brother!
Here, here, here, here.
Come on, come on, come on.
Hey, there's no need to get aggressive, Officer Homero. Please.
-Romero. -Romero. Sorry.
-We just need a minute-- -Stop interrupting the search.
Come on, come on. Here we go.
We gotta hurry.
Open it. Open it.
-No. Wait. What's going on? -Excuse me. We're going inside. Let's go.
Get rid of it. Get rid of this shit.
-They're inside. -This is arbitrary and completely unfair.
-Stop this! -Come on, brother. Quickly.
-Let's go. -You guys are treating us like criminals.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Quickly! Quickly!
Clean this shit up!
-Done. -What you're doing is illegal.
Plain and simple.
-You've got nerve. -Hello.
-We're simply doing our job. -Hey. What's up? Ugh! You again, officer?
Hey, Granados. I'm glad to see you.
Well, I'm not. What do you want from us now?
What's happening, Camilo…
-…is that Officer Romeo is claiming-- -Romero.
Romero is implying that all of us are drug dealers.
-Are you serious? Drug dealers? -What are you talking about?
They got a tip that someone's trafficking drugs from this address.
Okay. That's it. Up against the wall, now!
Please, one moment.
-All right, go ahead. -Yeah, all right.
-Search us. -Miss Samper, if you please. You too, sir.
Look, we're cooperating. We have nothing to hide.
-All right. Silence. -Stand still.
-Spread 'em! -Easy now. This guy.
Don't you understand I don't wanna talk to anyone?
Don't you understand that we're worried about you?
You've been locked in your room for a long time. Open up.
Coming in.
Listen, Janet.
I hope you understand it's not any of our faults
that you weren't accepted into that acting school.
What do you want?
To talk. All right?
Come on. Tell me… why you're so upset.
Because sometimes I don't like having Down syndrome.
Honey…
I understand.
I feel the same about my bad temper.
I really hate that I get angry so quickly.
Mm.
Fortunately, I've finally found a way…
…to get rid of all the anger that I've built up.
So that I can live quietly.
In peace.
So what is the secret, Dad?
Come on, say it.
-You really wanna know? -Yes.
Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.
Oh, don't you worry, Romero. We totally understand.
Stay out of trouble for now.
It'd be a real shame if youngsters like you,
with such promising futures, were to end up in jail.
Thank you very much for those words of advice, Mr. Romero.
-Thanks. -You're welcome here.
-Yeah. -I'll walk you out.
I wanna thank you. Camilo Granados.
-Yes? -Say hello to your father for me.
-Hmm? -What a jerk.
Yeah, well, I'll say hi to your mother, asshole.
-It didn't work. -No, well, they didn't buy it.
They needed evidence to charge us. Right?
That could've gone really bad.
Yeah, we got lucky this time.
-Well done. Well done. Good. -Well done.
-You did great. You saved our ass. -Thanks. You too.
All right.
Thanks, you two.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo!
I'm gonna crash into you!
-Whoo! -Oh!
Ooh! Oh!
Thank you.
Here you go.
Mm!
-Mm! -Good?
It's delicious.
Feel any better?
-A little. -Bumper cars. They do the trick.
-Okay, it was a lot of fun. -Mm-hmm.
You wanna hear a story?
-Go ahead. -Back when I was in school…
-Mm. -…I dreamed of being a soccer player.
-Mm? -Mm-hmm.
Playing in a stadium. Hearing the crowd. Could have been a champion.
You know?
-I could have played with the Cardinals. -Mm-hmm.
So I psyched myself up, and I tried out for the youth team.
-Mm. -Mm.
I got turned down.
-Why's that? -'Cause I was bad.
I sucked.
Mm.
It took me a long time to accept that soccer wasn't in my future.
But, eventually, I came around. I found other things.
And then I met Ana. I had children.
I started a family.
And I can honestly say that
I'm satisfied.
You're happy with how it turned out?
Yeah.
I am.
Even if you don't become an actress, it's not the end of the world.
You just have to find something else.
Yeah, but, Dad, the thing is,
your story is not like mine.
-No? Why not? -No.
Because you were bad at soccer, but I'm actually a good actress.
You had absolutely no right
to go into my room and go through my things.
Wow. Not even a "thank you."
We saved your ass from jail.
-Go figure. -Jail? What are you talking about?
That coke was very well hidden.
Very well hidden? We found your stash, just the two of us, in five minutes.
Fine. It doesn't even matter. I just want you to give it back to me.
Vandalia, listen to what they're saying. They're right.
We'd all have been arrested if we hadn't done what we did.
Ever since you came to this house, you've turned the 364 into a drug den.
We can't have that here.
Look, Vandalia, we all had a chat, and we made a decision.
-Mm-hmm. -We want you to pack your things…
Which by the way, are very well organized. And…
…leave this house.
What a bunch of assholes.
-I'm leaving. I don't give a shit. -Oh well.
-I can't stand you fuckers. -Don't leave like this. You're upset.
So where's my coke? I want it now.
Then I'll go.
Salcedo, my coke.
Where is it?
And that's the other thing we had to tell you.
The police just showed up here, out of the blue,
with a warrant and everything.
And we had no time, so we took your stuff and threw it down the kitchen drain.
-You threw it all away? -Yes! What else could we have done? Huh?
If we hadn't, we'd be in deep shit.
Now you're gonna be in deep shit with me! Do you hear me, asshole?
Now, either you pay me back for the coke, or you get me--
Or what? What are you gonna do?
I'm not leaving.
I'm gonna stay in this house for as long as I want.
Without paying rent or paying for food.
I'm gonna do whatever I want, whenever I want, for as long as I want.
-Hey, guys. -You got that?
What's going on? What's the meeting about? What are we celebrating?
What's up? Everything okay?
-Where were you? -Out and about.
What?
What? What?
-Hello. -Hi.
-Hi, Rosario. How are you? -Hi.
-Fine. Thank you for coming. -Hello, Rosario.
We raced on over here after you called.
-Sit. Sit. -Over here?
-Right this way. -Yeah, sure. Right.
So… please, tell us. What's been going on?
Well, nothing's going on quite yet.
But I have hope something will.
Mm, all right.
So, over the last few days, I've been looking everywhere,
for job openings, or even a school that'd be right for Janet.
-Mm-hmm. -And I came to a conclusion.
Those opportunities don't exist. At least not here in Colombia.
So… we'll have to create them for her.
Now, Ana,
I know it's not your responsibility to take care of Janet, so I understand--
Come on. How can you say that, Rosario? I adore that girl. How can I help?
Whatever you need.
-Thanks, my love. That's very sweet. -Thanks, Ana. Really, thank you.
Well, I was doing some investigating,
and, in Spain, they have programs that are quite successful
for kids with the same condition as Janet.
And so, my idea is to replicate one of those here.
It's… a school for baking and pastry making.
It's part of a much more ambitious project.
But they'll complete the school with real skills and an actual business.
-Wow. That seems great. -Right?
That sounds great to me. What do you think?
Yeah. It's a good idea. The thing is, Janet doesn't wanna be a baker.
She wants to act.
Well, José, since you have such open communication with her,
perhaps you can help her see that baking could be a good back-up
if this whole acting thing doesn't work out.
No, I already tried that. She didn't take it well.
-No. Not at all. -But you have to do it.
Because, if we want this to work, someone's gotta convince her to enroll.
Mm.
Hmm.
Hey, can you get me one of those?
Hey!
Vandalia was dead set on getting her money back,
so we decided to throw a party.
We had rumba players and other cultural stuff.
It was the sort of thing people did at that time
to raise money for a worthy cause.
Our cause was to pay for the departure of a tenant at the 364.
That day, Pabón and the Chimiguaná Theater
premiered the play inspired by the "Mushroom" chapter of my novel.
Who was it? You? You wanted potatoes?
It was a pretty loose adaptation. Very abstract.
Frankly, I don't think anyone at the party understood it.
Then Pabón explained to us
that the production was an Artaudian montage,
and we were even more confused.
Whoo! Whoo!
-Whoo! -Here you go.
One for you and one for you.
Arbeláez assembled a band to play Andean music.
Back in the early '80, that music was the soundtrack for an entire generation
that was committed to building a fairer and more equitable world.
Álvaro. Álvaro, come here. Take this.
-Luisa. -Take this with you.
-Can you take this? -Thank you, guys.
-What do you want? -They want some too.
Uh, this guy wants it. Okay, I got you.
"The nightingale, who had sacrificed his life for an impossible love,
looked on from a nearby tree
as the young man returned to his life of disappointment."
I did a reading of some short stories
that I had written in hopes of finding a powerful theme for my second novel.
"…to continue, because his was a life of sacrifice… and love."
Bravo!
Eva decided to read a poem.
And since we hadn't had time to resolve our disagreement,
when she read the poem, I imagined that she was using it
to convey a message to me.
I'm going to read you a poem called "Here Between Us."
It's from this book called Troubles and Other Poems
by María Mercedes Carranza.
Ready.
"Here Between Us."
One day, I will write my memoir
In order to honor the past
And it will contain everything
There will be bottles of nail polish Mixed with Pavese and Pavese
The sound of the radio And so many grocery bills
And where this world meets the sublime I will kiss your lips
As they whisper good morning to me Every day
For things that must be remembered
I will write them down On the leaf of an artichoke
And pin it close to my heart
And then, I will fill these many pages With memories lit by candlelight
You'll find me, and then I'll rest
Bravo!
Fortunately, the party was a success.
We made enough money to pay for all that coke.
The coke we didn't even use…
-The cash? -…which almost landed us in jail.
And we were able to get Vandalia to pack up and leave us alone.
Well,
now that I'm off, I'd really like to give each of you a hug and kiss goodbye.
But I just don't feel like it.
Good luck with this hippie commune you're all trying so hard to build.
It's gonna fall apart sooner or later.
And you… you're making a huge mistake.
Trading a life with the gang, all for some guy you happen to like.
It's just…
Friends are for life, Eva.
Boyfriends have an expiration date.
Don't forget that. Hmm?
As Vandalia spoke those final words to Eva,
I was reminded of a conversation I had with the Nietzsche version of my dad.
At that moment, my mind was made up.
I decided that it was time to have a serious conversation with Eva
so we could settle this conflict, once and for all.
Okay, okay!
Everyone settle. Grab a seat.
All right, all right. Pleasantries.
-Hey. -Nice. Okay.
-Now grab a seat. Good job. -Hey.
Welcome.
Right there. There's plenty of room.
Are you just gonna stay mad or can we talk?
You think it's okay to call me naive and stupid
because I wanted to talk things through instead of kicking her out?
No, I swear, that wasn't my intention.
Well, that's what it felt like when you said it.
In the end, I was right.
We wouldn't have gotten anywhere with her just by talking it out.
Yeah, that's true.
So you thought it was okay
to completely override me and belittle me for just thinking differently?
No.
I'm sorry.
I apologize for saying that. Please, forgive me.
Eva.
Look, we've only just started our life together as a couple,
and it's not good if we're arguing all the time, you know?
And I'm sure this is not going to be the last fight or problem that we have,
so we need to work on solving them quickly.
Hmm?
And besides, when you're upset with me,
I'm the most miserable and wretched man on the planet.
And all I want to be is your Neruda.
Hmm?
So how about we just start over?
Kiss me.
One kiss. Just one.
I'm begging you.
Whoa! All right!
Come on, guys.
What, you never seen two people kiss, huh?
I'm not gonna go so easy on you this time,
so you better watch out.
Oh, we'll just see about that.
-All right, before the battle begins… -Uh-huh?
…there's a little something we need to talk about.
-Right now? -Yes.
First, I wanna have a serious talk. Then comes the fun.
Okay, you've convinced me.
Tell me, how do you feel about the idea of your mother
putting together a pastry and bakery school?
Good for her.
Right.
Uh, 'cause she thinks that it'd make a lot of sense for… for people like…
-Again with the whole… -…you.
…thing about "people like me"?
Yes, but you have to understand. Your mom is thinking about your future.
She believes that, if you graduate,
you'll be able to manage an important business,
which means you can start to earn some money
and invest in whatever you want.
-I see. -For example, you could pay for…
…acting classes.
Let me guess. My mom sent you to convince me?
Yes. And if I don't, she's not gonna talk to me anymore.
You think I could pay for acting classes?
Yeah, I do. And I know who could teach them.
-Who? -Pabón. Camilo's friend.
-He's in that world. -Uh-huh.
But if you wanna take it seriously, you have to pay.
-Right. -You can get that money from the bakery.
So you're saying we have a deal?
Yes? Shake on it. We have a deal.
I'm going to be the greatest writer in the world.
And when I'm famous, I'll build a statue for you.
I'll be a better writer than you.
Did you take my Eddie Palmieri cassette from my room?
What's going on? How are you? I'm fine. Thanks. And you?
-Tough crowd. -Do you have it or not?
Ugh, if you guys haven't seen that damn cassette,
this guy's gonna go nuts.
Seriously, it's important.
They recorded it for me on 19th. You can't get it anymore.
The '80s, the era of cassette tapes.
On 19th Avenue in Bogotá,
there were street shops where they sold and recorded salsa records
imported all the way from New York City.
Oh, I have it! Yeah. Come on. Here.
-Yeah? Where is it? -Come. Just follow me.
Sorry.
It's gotta be somewhere around here. It's bound to show up.
I borrowed your cassette player to listen to some music.
I left it here on the table last night.
-But now I don't know where it is. -Where? Here?
Who took out the trash?
-Uh, me. I did. -You did?
Yes, of course.
-Ah! Sorry, man. You're outta luck. -Seriously?
My friend, I'm really sorry to say it,
but, most likely, that cassette is gone forever.
No fucking way.
The same thing happened last week with my Colombian national team jersey.
If you don't get here on time,
Eva throws it away, and you never see it again, man.
-Shit! -Hey! Enough!
Yeah, why don't the two of you help us look for it over there?
There's no point. It's already gone.
Look, I'm sorry. I think I lost the tape.
-But I'll have it recorded for you today. -That's not the point.
I'm sorry to say this, but we're all sick of all your mess.
No. You don't speak for everyone.
Hey, you don't count, Camilo.
Am I right or not?
No, you're right, man.
Please, Eva. You come to this house and you make a mess in 30 seconds flat.
-Pabón? -Yeah, yeah, I agree. It's true.
Lo… look, no offense,
but when it's your turn to cook, yo… you never put anything away.
I wanted to defend Eva.
But I realized I didn't have a counterargument,
since, now that we both shared a room,
I had seen, firsthand, her cleaning and organizational skills.
Or, rather, lack thereof.
However, Eva was used to self-criticism, so she accepted the blame.
All right, look. You guys are right. I… I'm really, really sorry about this.
I promise not only to replace your cassette tape,
but also to figure out a solution to the mess problem.
Eva's immediate acceptance of guilt,
and her commitment to finding a solution, seemed to calm things down.
Unsurprisingly, her solution to the problem was typical
of what a bourgeois girl like her would do.
Well, say hello to Tulia.
From now on, she's gonna come twice a week to organize this whole house, okay?
But you don't have to worry. I'll pay her with my own money.
-Oh no. -That's gonna be great.
If you want, you can give her your dirty laundry.
You pay her. She'll wash and iron your clothes.
And in three days, she'll be back with them.
-Right, Tulita? -Of course, Miss Eva.
These are my dear friends.
I'm sure you'll love them and take care of them,
like you did with me when I was little.
-Mrs. Tulia, welcome. -Welcome, Mrs. Tulia.
Yes, welcome.
-Hi. I'm Salcedo. -It's nice to meet you.
-How are you? -Hello. Hi.
-Oh, nice to meet you. -Take it easy.
-Nice to meet you. How are you? -I'm the nervous one.
-Gustavo Pabón. Nice to meet you. -They're polite.
You remind me of my aunt.
How embarrassing.
Tulia had worked in Eva's house for many years.
She was practically a member of the family.
But now, Eva brought her into our house, so that, for the first time in our lives,
we could enjoy that pleasure typically reserved for the upper and middle classes.
Domestic service.
Castro quickly formed a bond with Tulia as he said she reminded him of his mother.
So much so that whenever she stopped by the house,
he would always help her with the housework.
And so, without lifting a finger,
Eva solved her problem of living with roommates.
The rest of us were so happy to finally have a clean house
that we had no choice but to accept it.
Eva always found a way.
As if that weren't enough,
Tulia organized all our extra stuff that was laying around
into a space that we dubbed "the inspiration room."
-Here it is. -Look at this.
Everything here has been arranged just like it was in Eva's old room.
-Let me help you. -Oh, Tulia.
You are the best.
We talked about setting up a room like this before,
but only you could organize it this beautifully.
-It's perfect. -Oh, yeah, but young Álvaro helped me.
No, no, no, Tulia. Don't say "young." Just "Álvaro," please.
-It's amazing. -I think you have another calling.
-You should be an interior designer. -Yes, yes.
What? Is that a compliment or is that bad?
-No, a compliment. -It's a compliment. Don't worry.
-Well, what do you think? Good? -Like Pabón said, this is fucking great.
I was getting tired of watching TV in the kitchen, anyway.
Well, that's the only downside.
Just look at how beautiful this space is, huh?
This is no place for a shitty TV like that one.
You're never satisfied with anything.
-Now you're gonna take it out on our TV. -No, it's true, man. Look at it.
It's so small, and it's black and white.
I say this place deserves a TV with color.
-Okay, go ahead and buy one, if you want. -We can all pay, if you want.
No.
I'll buy it.
In 1979, color television had been introduced in Colombia…
-There? -…and the first remote-controlled TV sets…
-…had begun to arrive. -The other side.
-It was a real novelty at the time. -Eva said to move it around.
Move it to the other side!
Come on.
-There? -There?
-See anything? -There?
-No, the other way. -The other way, genius.
-The other way, dammit! -No! Move it the other way!
I just moved it the other way, asshole!
-It's working! -There, there, there!
-Just leave it! -Right there!
-There? -That's it! That's it!
-Here it is! -Tell 'em to get down here!
-Get down here! -Yeah, let's get down!
It's on? It's working?
-Oh no! It disappeared! -Get down here!
-No, no, no! -Stay there! Stay there!
-Don't come down! Stay up there! -No, no! Stay there!
-Stay here? -Stay!
-No. -No.
-I found a teacher. -Mm.
And he says that all he needs
is a nice, big kitchen, as wide as possible.
Can he do it here?
Unfortunately, my kitchen is too small.
-So I was thinking… -Our kitchen's big enough.
…maybe he could teach these classes at your house.
-Oh yeah. Of course. Of course. -Uh, well…
-We'd be happy to host them at our house. -Perfect. Thank you for doing this.
So, that's it.
We have a teacher, and we have a kitchen,
so the only thing we need now are students.
Right, uh… My suggestion is we promote the school with some flyers.
-Like we did with the protest. -Yes, but a protest is one thing.
The school is another.
That's a good point. What do you have in mind?
I wanted to create an association for parents of kids with Down syndrome.
Ultimately, it didn't pan out, but I kept their phone numbers.
I can give them a call. I'll visit them.
And I'll personally explain to them what our vision for the school is.
That's a good idea.
-Sounds great. I'd like to-- -I can help you with that.
-Help how? -I wanna go with you to talk to them.
Yes, of course.
Because there are certain things about us you wouldn't understand.
And I think I have some tricks that could be helpful.
Perfect.
Mm?
What do you think, Tulia? This TV is incredible.
In addition to being a tireless worker,
Tulia was also charmingly naive.
She knew almost nothing about technology.
If you concentrate, you can turn it on and off with your mind. Try it.
And because of that,
she became the victim of a prank devised by Salcedo and myself.
Our little stunt was fairly harmless,
but it was the sort of thing that was bound to get out of hand.
Just close your eyes and think about it turning on.
It's like magic.
-Go ahead, Tulia. Concentrate. -Yeah, go ahead.
-Mm-hmm. -Think about turning it on.
-Concentrate. Just concentrate. -Concentrate. Concentrate harder, Tulia.
-There you go. You got it. -A little harder.
-Perfect. -A little more.
-Oh! Whoa! -Tulia! Whoa!
You're a genius!
-Oh no. Oh no. I'm scared now. -She's a wizard!
-No, she's a genius. Didn't I tell you? -That's scary.
-You're incredible! -Switch it off.
I can't believe it.
-Yeah, do it. Go ahead. -Try harder.
-I'll really concentrate this time. -Concentrate.
We repeated this silly little trick for half an hour.
We kept shouting different suggestions at her.
We'd say, "turn the TV on and off," or "change the channel,"
or "turn the volume up and down."
Whatever we could think of.
Go for it! Turn it up!
Nobody's gonna believe this!
Tulia?
-Oh, young Álvaro. -What did we talk about, Tulia?
I told you. You don't have to call me "young."
-Just "Álvaro" is fine, all right? -Understood.
So what's going on? What are you still doing here?
Oh, I'm practicing.
Practicing? What are you practicing?
Well, the power of the mind.
-Uh! -What the hell's wrong with you?
-You can't just barge in here! -What is it?
You think it's funny, making fun of people like Tulia, asshole?
-Can't you see we're busy? -Hold on. Wait.
-What is it? What is going on, Álvaro? -What is it?
Right now, Tulia's in the kitchen, trying to turn on the stove with her mind.
She's convinced she has powers
and that she can turn things on and off with her thoughts.
Because this rat and Salcedo spent the whole afternoon
using the TV remote control to mess with her.
-It was just a prank, all right? -Is that true, Camilo?
Yes, but it was a joke.
We weren't trying to hurt her or anything, obviously.
I can't believe you guys did that.
Well, Eva, it's called taking advantage of someone who's naive.
-It's not that serious, man. -Shut up!
You're gonna fix this. You understand me, motherfucker?
-Hey, just take it easy, would you? -Shut up!
And you better knock before you interrupt me again, asshole!
Son of a bitch.
If you're gonna pull a prank like that,
why not do it to someone who's on the same level as you, huh?
Why do you have to do it to someone as trusting and naive as Tulia?
That's not funny. That's abusive.
Oh, well, maybe it is, but--
I honestly don't know what you were thinking, Camilo.
-First you call me stupid, and now this. -No, wait. Don't confuse things.
Those are very different.
The thing with you, I thought we had solved that.
-With Tulia, it's completely different. -No, they're exactly the same to me.
You did them because of your huge ego!
All right, uh…
Enough.
I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. I'm sorry.
This is really disappointing, Camilo.
This is beneath you.
Seriously, I expected more from you.
You know what? You should sleep somewhere else.
No. Eva.
I will apologize to Tulia. I swear. Let's just talk.
Eva.
No.
Castro!
I'm sleeping with you tonight!
For a couple days, I had to live with Eva upset at me.
It was a strange reversal.
Before then, I was the one who was always getting angry.
The text at the beginning is a metaphor about love, friendship, loneliness,
and the tragedy of life.
Okay.
Things were different now.
Eva had allowed me to return to our room,
but that certainly did not mean that she had forgiven me.
Have you read the photocopies?
No.
-But you have them? -Yeah.
-Because the exam is this Thursday? -Mm-hmm.
I was thinking that, well, I could help you study for it…
The days were full of long silences, terse conversations,
failed pleas and apologies,
and, of course, nights with zero physical contact.
In these circumstances, I couldn't help but cast my mind back
to what Vandalia said before she boarded the bus
and left the 364 forever.
Friends are for life, Eva. Boyfriends have an expiration date.
I should've known that living together would not be so easy.
We were spending so much time together, it felt like we shared everything,
but that also made it difficult for us to get any time apart from one another.
Couples need distance, from time to time, to renew themselves
and, in cases like mine,
to find solutions to their petty squabbles.
The fact that we were sharing a house with my friends
made everything even more complicated.
Someone else was always making noise,
interrupting those moments of intimacy that a couple needs
when they want to work something out.
In any case,
I knew that my first order of business was to apologize to Tulia,
just as Eva had demanded.
Hey there, kid.
Hello.
Tell me. Do you really think that solitude and intimacy actually go hand in hand?
Hmm? Aren't you being naive?
-Is this Carvajal? -Uh, yeah.
Stop here!
-Uh, Tulia. -Young Camilo, how are you?
I'm fine.
Well, there are always ups and downs, right?
I need to talk to you about something.
Yeah, it's important.
Ah!
That's good, because I also need to talk to you.
What is it?
Well, you see, I've been practicing what you guys taught me.
-What? -Come here. I'll show you.
Look. Just look at the lamp, okay? Watch closely.
Uh, yes, in fact, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.
Uh?
And I… I can turn them back on.
-No, it's not gonna turn on. -I'll turn them on.
The switch is over there, and…
Ah!
You see?
-But wait. That's nothing. The recorder. -What?
-How about the recorder? -The recorder?
-Yes, I'm going to turn it on. -No, not the recorder.
-No, no, no. -Here we go.
It's really loud!
I'll turn it off. Don't worry.
I'll turn it off.
How about that?
As for the stove, I don't know if I can control it quite yet.
This wood stove of yours has been giving me a really hard time.
But I can do it with my mind. Watch.
-But… but… but that's a wood stove. -Sh, sh, sh!
What I witnessed in that kitchen the night before
made me feel like I had suddenly entered the twilight zone.
I'd forgotten the apology I prepared for Tulia,
and I woke up the next day trying to understand what had happened.
-Don't worry. -Hey, listen. Hey.
I need to talk to you guys about something.
I don't know what's going on with Tulia,
but that woman is developing the power of telekinesis.
-"Tele" what? -Telekinesis.
She can turn things on and off with her mind.
-Really? Like what things? -A light.
The light. The… the recorder.
She even tried… I guess she's been practicing, you know?
…uh, turning on the stove, the wood stove.
-What do you mean, "practicing"? -It's true.
Maybe it was something she had inside of her, and we woke it up with…
-She seems so normal. -You serious?
-I can't believe it. -She showed me last night. I swear.
I came to talk to her, to make things right.
-Yes, yes. -And she showed me.
I saw her turn every appliance on and off in this kitchen.
-I would never have expected. -That's incredible.
-Uh, no. -It's scientific.
If you discover you have a power like that,
that can be a great opportunity or a huge problem.
Exactly! That's what I thought as well.
So what do we do?
Well, make money.
Think of the money a circus would pay for someone--
-Get her on television! -Of course. Let's make some money.
Wait, you guys. We have to think bigger.
Imagine what the government could do with Tulia.
-She's right. -We could send her anywhere.
America, then all across Europe.
-Why limit ourselves? -Hey.
-USA! -This is a huge opportunity.
-"The Extraordinary Tulia!" -Exactly!
Hey, hey, hey! Guys! We're talking about a person here, okay?
-Not a product. Seriously! -Oh!
On top of that, someone who works with us.
-I forgot she wasn't a product. -Right! Right, brother!
-Now you think of her as a person. -Guess so.
But not when you were taking advantage of and making fun of her.
You know, Álvaro's right.
-Yes, I was gonna apologize! -You are such a hypocrite.
-Listen, I said I'm sorry! -It's a problem.
Now we have a serious problem. We need to figure it out.
-You're right. We have a problem at hand. -That's right.
I'm really worried.
Pretty soon, we'll all have powers!
What's so funny? Why are you laughing?
Hey, you know what, bro?
You should really thank Eva. Or else, I would've broken your face.
-We're paying you back with a prank. -It's payback, Granados.
Young Camilo, are you gonna help me light the stove today?
Beware of Tulia's powers! She can control fire!
-He wants you to share your powers. -Anytime.
You know what they say. All's fair…
In love and war. Absolutely!
-That's right. -Don't worry. We still love you.
-Tulia. -Young Camilo, how are you?
It turns out, Eva wasn't satisfied
with any of my explanations or apologies.
So she conspired with Tulia, Pabón, and Castro,
the house's electricity specialist.
They concocted a scheme to give Salcedo and I the lesson we deserved.
By manipulating the house's light switches,
they created the illusion
that Tulia was controlling the appliances with her mind.
I felt so stupid.
And afterwords, I understood full well
what Eva had meant about mocking and taking advantage of the weak.
The recorder. How about the recorder?
Not a single one?
Not one.
We must have visited more than ten families.
Didn't it help that Janet went with you?
No, they were very appreciative,
but… in the end, they refused to let their children enroll in the school.
But why? What did they tell you?
They were scared.
Scared of what?
Of what might happen to their children outside of their protection.
All those parents have had such bad experiences with the world
that… they're full of…
of prejudice and fears.
They feel that it's safer to keep them at home
rather than letting their children go out into the world,
where they risk becoming free and autonomous.
And you know what?
I understand them.
Because I feel the same way.
I just don't know if it's really worth fighting against the tide and…
and giving Janet false hope about the world.
I'm just so exhausted.
And defeated.
Oh, Rosario.
Now that revenge had been exacted,
Eva and Castro felt that my injustice against Tulia had been rectified.
I also decided that the time had come
to face the crisis I'd been wrestling with.
I ignored both the Nietzsche form of my dad and Vandalia,
and I went ahead and proposed what had been echoing in my head.
I think we should leave the 364, Eva.
Why?
Well, it's…
I'm not trying to shirk any of my responsibilities or…
avoid everything we've been through.
But, lately, I've been thinking.
The problem…
is that we're surrounded by people all the time.
And I just think that
in order to work through disagreements, you need a little privacy.
And you know I love everyone here. They're like family, but…
I don't know.
Maybe it's time for us to follow Luisa
and Arbeláez, and…
…and find a new space.
Start our life together
in an apartment for the two of us.
The Neruda house.
Hmm?
What do you say?
EVA LASTING say?