At first, Eva said she was open to the idea of leaving the 364.
But we decided to keep that a secret, since we knew, if others found out,
it could cause problems at the house.
I was dead set on moving out,
so I convinced her to come see apartments with me.
Unfortunately, that's when we stopped seeing eye to eye.
So, any more questions?
Could you give us a moment? We need to talk about something.
Sure. I'll leave you alone so you can make your decision.
-Thanks. -Of course.
Well, I prefer the one on New Santa Fe Street,
especially since it fits our budget a lot better.
Oh, come on. That one was way too small.
This one is perfect!
-Yeah, but… -Look.
…the other unit we saw has enough space. Do we really need more than that?
If we're really going to live together, then we're gonna need a second room.
-So I can have a space of my own. -What?
Having a room of one's own isn't just a metaphor.
It's a physical space.
Meaning?
This one is perfect.
Well, sure, it's perfect. The only problem is we can't afford the rent.
Ugh! You don't know. We haven't done the math yet.
I did. I have done the math.
This one's very well painted, and there's a lot of space.
But we can't afford it. It's out of our budget, Eva.
Sometimes more expensive is worth it, Camilo.
And I'm not gonna give up having my own room. Here, I can have one.
The other has a bedroom and a living room.
We can make one of those into your own space. How about that?
No, I like this one.
And like I said, my friend's going to Paris,
so she'll give us the contract.
We won't have to sign any paperwork or look for guarantors.
And besides, it's already furnished.
-I even helped her pick out the decor. -Yeah?
-We won't need to redecorate. -That's why it's expensive.
If the rent is what's troubling you, I'll take care of it. It'll be fine.
EVA LASTING
"MISS JULIE" "EPISODE 4"
Good evening.
I'm Carlos Gómez,
bringing you the most important news updates for the day.
Hello.
What's up?
Yo. What's up? Where were you?
-We were out looking for a-- -Uh, books.
We were in the library for a thing.
What's this?
Oh, we're just waiting for the news to end
so we can watch Bolívar, Man of Difficulties.
Once we got that color TV in the living room,
watching television became a favorite pastime
for all of us in the 364.
Each of us developed our own personal relationship
with this new device.
Eva would always watch the news.
Castro and I, of course, only wanted to watch sports.
He's almost there!
Let's go!
Once I get my hands on him, I will have him executed on the spot!
Pabón preferred to watch dramas.
But my love for you is boundless.
It transcends all else. I…
And Salcedo chose soap operas.
It is stronger than death itself, and it will endure.
Ah! Come on! What the hell?
Welcome back, ladies…
But all of us were big fans of game shows.
And now for our next question.
What is the most widely read book…
Oh, it's the Bible!
-I think Don Quixote! -It's the Bible!
We got this! I'm actually so sure about this one.
-No. -They always try to trick you.
How could it be the Bible? That doesn't make any sense.
That guy's been on the show two or three times.
-He has? -It's the Bible!
Fernando, the answer is
The Bible.
That is
correct!
The water bill came in. I think we're in trouble, guys.
-Why? -Look.
What the hell is this?
What?
-What's wrong? Wait a minute. -What happened?
We owe six whole months of utilities?
-That has to be a mistake. -Is it?
Yes.
Let's tell 'em.
Huh?
Did you mess with the water meter again?
-We did. -It worked before, right?
-Oh, man. -You guys are such morons!
We have a month left before they shut it off
and we start living without water.
Hurry up! In five minutes, the neighbor's gonna cut off our water for good!
Give it to me! Come on, man!
-No! No! -Give it to me!
-Just let go! -Hurry up! It's my turn now!
-Get my back. -Ah, you do it!
Over here! Over here!
Let's go! Take your underwear off! Take them off! Let's go!
You guys are the biggest bunch of idiots I have ever met.
Where are we gonna get the money to pay this bill, though? Huh?
Let's think. Come on, brother. Tell us how we're gonna fix this.
Oh! Now, suddenly, he can't think of anything, huh?
I know. I know. We can compete on First or Last.
Oh yeah. That's a genius idea.
You can win up to two million pesos on it.
Seriously?
It's really easy. You've all seen the show.
All you have to do is answer the questions and the money's ours.
No, no. Come on, man. It's not as simple as that.
The questions they ask are gonna be really tough.
Fine! But at the beginning, the questions are easy.
They only get complicated as the show progresses.
-Oh, okay. -If it's really that simple, you go.
-Exactly. -If the show's for dummies, it's perfect.
Now, why would I go?
We have these two geniuses who could enter the contest for us.
And once they win all that money, then we can pay the bill.
And who knows? Maybe we can even get ahead on rent.
Okay, and the geniuses are, uh…
-You guys, right? Or… -Jesus Christ.
-Yeah, simple enough. -Hold on a second.
Think about who those guys are working with.
Those guys choose the contestants.
They give them the answers. And then they all split the prize money.
I don't think Fernando is capable of doing something like that.
But there must be a lot of people trying to get on that show.
But will that stop us? Absolutely not.
Right? Here's my proposal.
I will submit both of your names to the contest.
And if you make it onto First or Last, then you can win that money.
And if you do in fact win the prize, we can use it to pay off the bill,
plus a year of rent.
Sound good?
Huh?
Do it. This better be worth it.
So, um…
Why is your dad standing over there like that?
Do you not want him to hear what we're saying?
I'll tell him later. I just want to keep this private for now.
In that case, I'm listening.
I'm looking for a job.
Mm-hmm.
And I would like to work with you.
Mm-hmm.
-Sounds good. I'll call you later. -Look. My favorite journalist.
-Yo! Brother! -What's up?
What are you doing here? Something happen?
-Can I sit? -Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Have a seat.
Um… Are you busy?
Little bit.
I'm working on the boycott the Americans started against the Olympic Games, but…
Even sports are getting political these days, eh?
The Russians and the Americans are always trying to compete
to see who's better.
What's up?
-It's your sister. -What happened?
Nothing serious. It's just she stopped by the house this morning.
I guess she wanted to talk in private.
Anyway, she said she's looking for a job and wants to work with the theater group
in exchange for acting classes.
So what'd you tell her?
That I'd think about it.
You gonna do it?
Brother, even if it's for one job, where am I gonna get the money to pay her?
I mean, I know I wear glasses, but I'm not a real teacher.
Dude, hold on. Here. You know what?
We'll figure something out so you get paid.
Just let her into some rehearsals. I promise I'll pay you later.
The thing is, I don't mind.
It's just that we're currently in an exploratory phase.
And soon, we're gonna start experimenting with this whole yagé thing,
and hallucinogenic plants,
and I don't think your father will be pleased if his daughter…
-No. It'd give him a heart attack. -Or two.
Excuse me. Hello?
What's up?
Salcedo?
Uh, yes.
What?
No. Right, right, right. The thing is, I didn't imagine it'd be so fast.
Go ahead. Yeah, yeah. All right. We'll talk tonight. Bye.
Salcedo, he got a phone call from that TV contest.
Turns out, we were selected, and we start shooting in two days.
Let's introduce our second couple of contestants.
They're a pair of literature students at university.
Here they are.
Eva Samper and Camilo Granados.
How are you?
-We're doing very well. -Very well. Thank you.
-This is a real thrill for us. -That's great. Now, I have a question.
After you're done studying literature, what exactly will you do for money?
There are plenty of things. Camilo works as a writer.
Exactly. In fact, I've already published my first book.
That's interesting. I'll ask you about that later.
But first, let me get things straight.
How do you two know each other?
Are you friends? Classmates? Boyfriend and girlfriend?
-We're… Yes. -Husband and wife?
We're just friends. And we're classmates at school.
Wonderful.
Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a big round of applause
to this pair of friends and classmates, Eva and Camilo.
At that moment, I was feeling something close to indignation.
It had been a long, painful journey just to get to this point.
From being hopelessly in love, then being friends with benefits,
to then being utterly heartbroken.
And now, finally, I'd made it to the status of boyfriend.
And soon, I was hoping we'd be a couple living in our own apartment together.
But now, in front of all those cameras,
Eva was telling millions of viewers that we were just friends?
From that point on, the game became an exercise in public humiliation for me.
I couldn't even concentrate on Fernando's questions.
All I could do was contemplate the status of my relationship with Eva.
I will repeat the question.
In what year
was the right of women to vote approved in Colombia?
The clock is ticking.
-1960. -No, it was earlier than that.
-1930? No, '45! It was '45. -Yeah, that sounds good.
Your answer?
The answer is 1945.
That answer is…
incorrect!
Boo!
Go ahead, Eva.
1954. It was during the presidency of General Gustavo Rojas Pinilla.
That answer is
correct!
-Yeah! -Go, Eva! You got this!
Very good. Very good.
Come on, Camilo!
This next question is important
as it will determine which couple moves up
to the category known as "The First."
The subject of the question is sports.
-Camilo's an expert. He knows everything. -Yeah.
The national soccer team of Brazil
is the only three-time world champion in history.
Everyone knows that, but what I want the answer to is,
in what years did they win those championships?
The clock is ticking!
Hmm?
Ticktock.
It's almost… time.
Time's running out.
Camilo.
-I think he was just pretending. -Why would he do that?
You know what? I think he's mad about--
-What's up? -Uh… Yo.
-So? -Hmm?
-What? -Is your dad still here?
Uh, yeah, he's still here.
He's trying to get an autograph from Mr. Estelar.
-Oh. -So what'd you think?
-It was good. -You did good.
-You did really well. -Yeah.
I mean, you finished in first place this week.
Of course. Wasn't that the goal?
-Uh, yeah. -Yeah.
Sure. Sure.
-Should we head out? -Yeah.
I guess we're ready to go.
What were you guys all talking about at the studio?
I forget.
Something about the show, maybe. I don't know.
Then why'd everyone go quiet when I walked over?
Come on.
You were talking about me, weren't you?
The guys were worried,
and they thought that you seemed nervous and distracted up there.
They couldn't say that to my face?
They didn't wanna put any pressure on you, which is why they talked to me.
Assholes.
I mean, you can see why they're concerned.
If we don't win and get that prize money, we're all going to be in serious trouble.
This whole thing is their fault.
Why don't they get up there and do it themselves?
What's wrong with you, Camilo?
On the show today, you were distracted, and now you got an attitude?
-Why? -Of course!
It's because I don't like being treated like a fool.
And now I have to clean up after what Castro and Salcedo did.
-In other news… -All right, assholes!
I couldn't accept the truth,
that the reason I was upset was because Eva had denied our relationship
in front of a live studio audience.
And so, instead, I took it out on my friends.
-Come on! -Relax, Granados.
-It's not that big of a deal. -No, it is a big deal!
Got something to say, say it to my face, not behind my back.
On top of everything else, now this diva wants to throw a tantrum.
We're gonna do that now?
Look, Granados. If you want us to be straight with you, we will.
You nearly lost us the contest.
What?
-No. -We're all depending on this money.
That's right. Because you two fucked up.
So now I'm the one that has to fix it. And if I don't, it's my fault.
Hey, you made a commitment, dumbass. Okay? Are you gonna fuck up again?
-So I fucked everything up, huh? -Wait. Hold on.
-How'd I fuck things up for you? -Get your hands off me!
Motherfucker! Yeah, that's right!
-Let's hear it! -Douchebag.
Easy, now.
-Whoo! -Let's hope for an easy one.
Camilo, the first time you were here,
you told us that you are a writer and that you have even published a novel.
-Isn't that right? -Yes, sir. I did.
And the name of the book?
The First Woman.
-Whoo! -The First Woman!
So, just like Eva. The first woman.
Can you tell us briefly about the story?
No, I would actually prefer if the audience read it,
instead of me telling them what it's about.
Find out for yourself.
That's a very good answer! Sadly, it won't get you points.
The next question, however, will give you points.
Pay close attention.
The Civil War of the United States,
which pitted the north and south of the country against each other,
was called the War of Secession
and lasted four long years.
In what year did the conflict finally end?
The clock is ticking!
Uh… That was, um… the, uh…
By the… the spring of 1865?
That answer is
correct!
-Yeah! He got it! He got it! -Yes!
You got this, brother!
Well done.
The next stage is all about definitions.
Camilo and Eva,
they currently have a grand total of 740 points,
which is equivalent to 500,000 pesos.
Now, they could stop here, take the money, and go home.
Or they can risk it and go for the grand prize.
What'll it be, you two?
What do you say? Finish now or take the risk?
Go for it. Come on. Keep going.
I think we're gonna take the risk.
Sounds good. I like people who are go-getters.
All right. I will now read to you this final question.
You're gonna love this.
Looks like today's your lucky day,
because this question's about literature.
-Your specialty, right? -Yes.
All right. Listen.
The Chilean writer Gabriela Mistral…
-Gabriela Mistral. -…is one of the most important figures…
…in all of Latin American literature.
She even managed to win the Nobel Prize for Literature.
What year did she win that award?
The clock is ticking!
1947.
That answer is
incorrect, Eva!
Go ahead, Marcos.
The answer's 1945.
That is… correcto!
Yeah!
Nice try.
Yeah!
Guys, seriously, please forgive me. I don't know what happened to me.
I must have gotten the dates mixed up with something else. I don't know.
Look, I'm really sorry, guys. Seriously.
Don't worry.
Look, we all knew that losing was a possibility, right?
-It's part of life. -Yeah.
Yeah, but… I knew what was at stake in this contest, and I still let you down.
-I'm so sorry. Forgive me. -Of course, we forgive you.
It's okay. We gave it our best shot.
That's right. And we got pretty far, didn't we?
-Yeah. -Hmm. Sure.
-But I still let you down. -It's all relative, Eva.
I had a great fucking time these last couple of days.
-Yeah. We all did. -Yeah.
It was a cool experience.
-Thank you for being so understanding. -Well, it's true. Come here.
-At least we're all together. -In defeat.
Why are you so quiet?
I'm thinking.
About what?
About that little show you put on in the studio.
It's just impossible that you would miss a question about Gabriela Mistral.
You got it wrong on purpose, right? Why?
Do you know what a scapegoat is?
In the Bible,
the "Day of Atonement" was the most important ritual
in the Hebrew calendar.
On that day, an innocent goat was sacrificed,
to ask God to forgive man's sins.
You're an atheist.
It doesn't stop me from seeing the Bible as a historical text
that contains wisdom in certain ways.
So you sacrificed yourself to save us?
Yes, because I couldn't watch you fight anymore. And it worked.
Everyone was focused on comforting me instead of arguing.
Yeah, but we lost.
Sure, but… there has to be a sin for there to be a sinner.
If we had won that money,
we could have paid the bills and whatever else.
Yes, but the most important thing was for you to reconcile with the group.
And… …as for the water bill,
I'll take care of it.
Being a "daddy's girl" has to be good for something.
Well… I've told you my secret.
Now it's your turn. Why have you been so upset with me lately?
Me?
Yes, you.
What's got you so upset? Come on. Tell me.
-Nothing. -No. I know it's not nothing.
Come on. What's wrong?
-No. -Tell me.
-It's fine. Really. -Camilo.
-No. -Please.
No, I…
Well, it's when the host introduced us
and asked us what we were, you said, "We're just friends and classmates."
Yeah, well, aren't we?
No.
No, we are much more than that.
Then why didn't you say something when we were up there?
Because… I don't know.
I just… I froze up. I mean, what was I gonna say?
You didn't say anything to me when we left the studio either.
Of course not. I don't wanna be that guy who's always crying about his girlfriend.
Oh, so you'd prefer to let things get this far
until you finally open up for once?
You know how many fights we could have avoided if we had talked about it then?
Do you know how much we could have avoided if you had simply said up there,
"Uh, good evening, Colombia. Yes, he's my boyfriend, and I love him."
Camilo.
The thing is,
that sort of thing is very personal.
And I didn't want anyone on the show using that in order to stir up drama.
Besides, you know how those TV hosts can be.
Anyways,
now that we're moving into our own apartment,
it would be good if we talked about things when they come up
so this kind of thing doesn't happen.
What do you mean?
I hadn't told you yet, but…
I've got all the papers ready for us to move into the apartment together.
-Really? -That's right.
-You swear? -Yes, I swear.
Mm! Mm!
-We're gonna live together on our own? -Yep, in our own apartment.
-In our own apartment? -Mm-hmm.
I love you, my Neruda.
I love you too, my Neruda.
A few days later, we signed the papers
for the apartment where Eva and I would live.
After that, we called a house meeting,
and we shared the news with Pabón, Salcedo, and Castro.
-Ah! -Do you have any questions?
-So you're leaving? -Yes.
-Yeah. -Yes, we realized that we want to…
…live alone, like Luisa and Arbeláez.
Mm.
Why'd you wait to tell us? Huh?
-Uh-- -Because those two are disloyal, brother.
-No. -No, no.
We wanted to wait until it was confirmed.
How long ago did you decide this?
-Oh, well, uh… -We didn't.
-Yeah, not until recently. -Not until recently.
You know what? Let's not lie to each other.
The only reason we're here is because of you two.
We found a big house so there was enough space
and we could all pay for it together, right?
The first to leave were Luisa and Arbeláez.
-Now it's you two as well. How nice. -Hey, come on. This all sounds fine to me.
They're a couple, and we have to respect that.
-Exactly. -They have every right to live together.
-A place of their own, for themselves. -Exactly.
But what's gonna happen to us, brother, huh?
-What are we, lepers or something? -No, Álvaro, of course you're not.
But the thing is, we just need a little privacy. That's all.
-Exactly. This has nothing to do with you. -Of course this has to do with us!
How the hell do you think the three of us are gonna pay
for the utilities and the rent, huh?
I don't know. Rent it.
So now you think it's convenient for us to rent?
What are you talking about? I've always been in favor of renting.
What Vandalia does is different. But renting is totally a possibility.
This is all bullshit.
Not only do they fuck up the TV contest, but now they're leaving us hanging.
It's not like that.
You don't have to worry about the bills. Eva will pay.
-Ah! -That's right.
We'll continue paying for our rooms while you guys figure it out.
-Oh, did you hear that? Wow. How nice. -Sound good?
-Isn't she a saint? -Yes. Bless us, Saint Eva.
You can always fix things with dad's money, right?
-You're annoying. -Must be nice.
Hey, I know what you should do.
Why don't you get the hell out of here?
You call yourselves our friends?
You're not our friends. You two are traitors.
Traitors.
Traitors!
These assholes.
That was a mess.
-Congratulations, guys! -Thank you.
Unfortunately, we couldn't find a scapegoat
to take the blame for our moving out.
So, to avoid the ire of our friends,
we ended up leaving the 364 through the back door.
Eva was always a woman of tremendous confidence.
Just as she offered the boys to continue paying rent at the 364,
she also managed to secure the apartment of her dreams.
A place where we could spend our lives together
and where she would have a room of her very own.
Compote?
Let's go get some compote, my little munchkin.
-You all right? -Can you really afford this place or what?
Because this place is really cool, man, but it seems expensive.
Hey, man, you know when it comes to Eva, money is never the problem.
She still gets a salary from her dad. She spoke with him recently.
Open.
Choo-choo-choo-choo!
-And you? Are you cool with that? -Oh, I don't know, man.
Mm-mm. Let it go.
-Oh! -Actually, I don't know.
I won't lie. Sometimes it does feel like I'm a kept man, but…
-Open up, my love. -Oh, this one!
I'm also very aware that Eva has a lifestyle that…
that I simply can't provide for her, and I'm not about to play with fire.
And, you know, they say money will put even the best relationships to the test.
Here, my love.
Well, just be careful and make sure you're not spending money you don't have.
-Okay? -Yeah, yeah. It's all good.
Don't worry. We're in the clear.
Another one?
So how have you been?
We're getting old now.
-One more? -We're good, man. We're good.
Although, sometimes it feels a little awkward.
Luisa has to take on the bulk of the household expenses,
which is… complicated.
Right. Yeah.
But, since I can't live off music alone,
I have been thinking about getting into cooking.
At the club?
Yeah, at the club.
In fact, one of the club members even hired me
to cook the food at his daughter's wedding.
Can you believe that?!
Wow. That's great!
-Yeah. -Ah, hell yeah.
He even says he'll recommend me to other people if everything goes well.
Wow. That's great, brother. Congratulations.
-Thank you. -Open.
Actually, I'm looking for people to work the wedding.
If you're interested, I'm short on waiters.
-What? -I figured you could use the money.
Yeah, but you don't want me as a waiter. I have serious balance issues.
Open.
Wait. I have someone who'd be perfect for it.
You'd be doing me a favor.
-Yeah? Who? -Janet.
-You mean your sister? -Yeah. Open?
Hmm? Can you hold her?
-I got it. -Be right back, okay?
Ay, Antonia.
Got it!
-I'll get the door. -No, hold on. I got it.
I wanna open it! Oh, don't tickle me!
-Hey. What's up? -Yo!
-Hey. -What's up?
-Whoa. -Look who's here.
We're still unpacking things, but come on in.
No, it's just that, uh…
The boys just wanted to come here and say sorry.
Oh. Okay.
-Welcome. -Go ahead. After you.
-Come on in. -Hey.
Look what I have. Eh?
-Her name is… Carla. -Carla.
Just make sure you keep it near a window, all right?
-This is really nice, Gustavo. -Congratulations.
Mm-hmm.
-Thanks, brother. -Congratulations.
-Come on in. Say hi to my daughter. -Wow!
I wanted to give you my personal collection.
-Take care of them. -You're serious?
-Yes. -You sure?
I'll get them recorded again. It's fine. Here.
-Martín, thank you. -Take it.
-So you remember me. -Idiot.
Hey, I also brought you a little present.
-Oh, really? -Hey, look who it is! Did you miss me?
So many gifts.
Aw, how sweet.
Look at him play with Toñita.
Sorry. Sorry. My bad.
Oh, it's the… It's that desk.
-Do you remember? -Oh yeah.
Here.
I know how much you liked it, so I thought you should have it.
-Sure. -Thank you.
-So how can we help out? -Yeah, what can we do?
No, just stay there. I'll put it away.
Listen to me, Granados. Do you know what your problem is?
-What? -You think way too much, brother.
Oh, well. I didn't know that was an issue.
Hand those to me so I can wash them.
You think so much that you look like a character out of a Strindberg play.
Huh? Who's that?
He was a 19th century Swedish playwright,
and he created his own kind of theater that he called "the battle of the brains."
-Hmm. -He wrote characters that were like you.
Characters who thought and thought endlessly
about everything in life.
Yeah, I guess that sounds like me.
And, in fact, he even has a play that's called Miss Julie.
And it reminds me of you and Eva
because it's a story of love, of passion, and pain
between a rich woman and a poor man.
-Oh, well… Hmm. -Mm-hmm.
I guess I can see the similarities.
Do you have a copy?
Yeah, but there's no way I'm lending it to you.
Why not?
Because look at you. If you read it, you would shoot yourself.
-Oh, please. -I'd feel really guilty.
I just want you to be happy. So here's some advice.
Think less, live more.
And be grateful. Look at this house you're living in.
With the woman of your dreams. Huh?
-Yeah. Right. -What more could you ask for?
Hmm.
-I love you. -Love you too.
-It's called Miss Julie? -Mm-hmm.
Hard to believe, huh?
That we're finally living in our own apartment.
Mm.
Thank you.
For what?
For a lot of things.
For being so patient.
For giving in so that I could choose this place.
Mm.
Most of all, for making me happy.
Camilo, you were raised in a Catholic, Apostolic, and Roman family.
You know that living with a woman without God's blessing is a sin.
Yes, I know.
-Have you left the Church? -No.
-How could you think that? -Mm. All right.
Was this her idea? Eva's?
Well, no, but the thing is,
she's not, um… she's not Catholic.
She doesn't…
She doesn't believe in…
-Hmm? -…in…
-She's not Christian. -Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.
I see. What if I talked to her?
No. No, I don't think that will do any good.
Well, then let Father Angarita speak to her.
No, Dad, come on. Stop. She… she's made her decision. It's done.
This is a bad start, Camilo. A very bad start.
You're letting that girl make decisions for you.
She's making you doubt your own faith.
I'll stay quiet,
because it's clear that what I say goes in one ear and out the other.
All I can do is pray for your soul.
Because you're going straight to hell, Camilo.
Lord, Almighty Father, I beg you, please…
-Was that it? -No, there is something else.
I wanted to tell you that
I found a job for Janet.
Amen.
Hello, Ana.
Ana?
Oh.
Mother, what are you doing here?
As I was saying,
I noticed that Lucero was acting strange.
She wasn't herself.
Then, two weeks ago, she packed up her things,
and she left Rosa Elvira's house.
And where did she go?
She's after a 25-year-old American girl.
Oh my God.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
-Oh no? -No.
Yesterday… your sister said she wanted me out of the house,
because, according to her,
my presence was affecting her relationship.
Well, we've always known that Rosa Elvira was a selfish person.
This goes way beyond that.
I left everything so I could help her take care of the baby.
Everything I've done has been for her sake.
And now she's claiming
that I'm the reason she's having all these problems with her husband.
No. I refuse to believe it.
I don't believe that either.
I am sorry that happened to you.
But I was not going to let myself be humiliated.
So I made up my mind,
and I packed my clothes and got on a plane and…
I didn't know where to go,
because, like a fool, I sold my house before I left.
Mm.
So all I could think of was… to come here.
You did well, Mother. This is your home.
You're always welcome.
And don't worry. You can stay here for as long as you need, okay?
You can use Camilo's room. It's empty.
We also have to talk about him.
But you're here now. That's what matters. Welcome, Mother.
The conversation I had had with Pabón in the apartment earlier
left me feeling quite uneasy, to say the least.
But the fact that he refused to lend me the Strindberg play,
because, as he put it, I might shoot myself,
sparked a curiosity in me that was impossible to ignore.
So, after that lovely conversation with my dad in church,
I went straight to the university library and got a copy of Miss Julie.
Now I understood why my friend refused to let me read it.
You've become the symbol to me
of the impossibility of escaping the class that I was born into.
The play was a brilliant essay
on the challenges faced by a couple trying to overcome their differences
and their social classes.
And unlike soap operas,
which were all the rage back then, and still are today,
it did not end happily.
It was a tragedy.
After finishing the play,
I was mad at myself for not listening to Pabón.
Reading Strindberg had only made my anxieties worse.
It's dangerous for a kid like you to read Strindberg.
I had a lot on my plate.
And the sudden arrival of Grandma Lucy was making life harder for everyone.
Meanwhile, Rodrigo was making his debut as an entrepreneur,
and everything was ready and rehearsed.
Janet had joined his team, and since this was her very first job,
she was doing everything she could not to disappoint.
Let me introduce the team. We have Germán, who will be in charge of music.
-Hello. -We have Arturo,
who is gonna take care of the cocktails.
And we have Argemiro, Cristian, Marlon, and Janet.
-They're gonna take care of the guests. -Hmm.
Can I speak to you privately for a minute?
-Yes. Yes, of course. -All right.
I'll be right back. Go ahead and get things organized.
What is it?
Come on in, Mom. Sorry for the mess.
Wow. This apartment is really beautiful, Camilo.
Yeah?
I'm sorry. The place is still a mess.
We haven't had time yet to unpack all these boxes or anything.
Also, Eva can be quite messy, as you know, but we're working on that.
Check this out. Huh?
Isn't it nice?
It's…
-This living room is enormous, Camilo. -Yeah, it's really nice, isn't it?
And you're in a great area too.
Yes, and it's at your disposal whenever you need it.
Too bad Eva's not here. She went to talk to her father.
Oh, really?
Yeah, well, I told her she should at least tell him,
now that we're living together.
-Yeah, that's an important step. -Here. Sit down.
Wow. This is very nice.
-Thanks, Mom. -You have very good taste, son.
Oh, thank you.
-These boots. Here. -Oh, Camilo.
I don't mean to impose.
But a place like this has gotta be really expensive. Am I right?
Well, I mean, more or less, yeah.
But Eva takes care of the rent, and she deals with the manager too,
so I just… I pay for everything else.
She pays?
Or her father?
Yeah, her dad pays for it, but I'm working on that.
So, um, it won't be like that forever.
Very well.
-Congratulations, my love. -Thank you, Mom.
So? How's José doing?
Oh, I don't know. He's upset with you.
Because you're living together before marriage.
-You know how he is. -Yeah.
I know he'll get over it.
Yeah, hopefully he does. And Grandma?
I don't understand the problem, Mr. Orlando.
The problem is that little girl you brought in as a waitress.
Janet?
Right. The, uh…
The one that's a little different.
Her name's Janet.
Sure. Janet. Whatever.
Look, I promise you, Janet will do her job like everyone else.
She's competent and highly intelligent. There won't be a problem with her.
I don't care. I don't want her mingling with the guests.
I don't want them to see her.
-Yeah, but she's a waitress, so… -Well, make something up.
I don't know. Put her in the kitchen. She can work in there.
Just don't let anyone see her.
Sir, I can't put her in the kitchen, because she's a waitress.
I'm paying you.
In fact, I'm paying you quite well.
So I think I have the right to make demands on your service.
Wouldn't you say? I do not want the guests to see her.
Wait! You can't leave me hanging like this at the last minute!
-Yeah? Just watch me. -No. The guests are just about to arrive.
At least I haven't punched you, which is what you deserve.
If you leave me hanging,
you're never stepping foot inside that club again.
Not only that, I'll make sure you never work again in this town.
Not as a cook or a musician.
Believe me, I can make that happen. You hear me?
-Pick everything up! We're leaving! -No, hold on!
Go ahead and do whatever you want, asshole.
But you're gonna have to take care of these guests on your own.
Oh, and since I'm a gentleman,
I'll leave the tables, tablecloths, and flowers.
No.
You can't leave!
That son of a bitch.
You're saying Grandma's acting out?
Mm. Mm-mm. Not exactly.
But she cries all day long.
She won't eat.
She wants us to pray the Rosary morning, noon, and night.
-Jeez. That sounds really painful. -Yeah.
Your father and I already have our own routines, on the same wavelength.
We even divvied up the chores so that I'd also have time to study.
But now it's as if we've been invaded.
-Mm. -Everything revolves around her.
Well, what if I brought her here?
Are you crazy, Camilo?
You and Eva would hate it.
If it's hard for me, and I've been living with José all my life,
imagine what it'd be like for you and Eva.
Couples need privacy. They need time where they can be alone.
-Hey. What the hell? -That's not even the worst part. The… the…
Sorry. I'm listening.
The worst part is the phone calls to her daughter in America.
She's always on the phone, every second of every day.
I don't even want to imagine how much the phone bill's gonna cost.
Dad won't say anything?
He's just happy she's there. He doesn't know where else to put her.
He gets home from work and all his focus is on her.
We hardly talk anymore.
You've tried talking to him directly?
More or less.
I don't wanna turn into the bad guy of the house, Camilo,
because I do feel sorry for Lucy.
She went through a terrible experience over there in the United States.
She has nowhere else to go.
And the thing is, when Dad left the house, she was the one who took him in, right?
Exactly. It wouldn't be fair for me to ask your father to kick her out.
-She's homeless. -Mm.
God, I hate not having money.
'Cause, I mean, if we had the money,
we could pay for a hotel, or even rent a house for her, right?
Mm. That's what happens when you share your life with someone.
You share your space and your problems.
Rodrigo got mad, for some reason, and he said that we had to leave.
So you left the job unfinished?
Hmm.
That's not good, Janet.
It's also very strange of Arbeláez. He's always had a good work ethic.
Are you really telling us everything that happened?
You're not leaving out any important details?
No, Mom. I'm just… I'm a little tired right now, and I want…
I'm gonna go to my room.
How strange.
I'm sorry, but I couldn't control myself.
I had to just… bottle my anger.
Otherwise, I would've punched that asshole right in the face.
You don't have to apologize. You just did what you had to do.
I can't stop thinking that I'm gonna lose my job.
Listen.
You can always find another job,
But your dignity and your principles are not for sale.
And I am very, very proud of what you did today.
I love you even more than I did yesterday.
And I already adore you.
Hmm?
Someday, I'd like to know exactly what I did right in this life
to deserve you.
Mm…
You have this ability to turn even a bad moment into something positive.
What did you do right?
How about
loving me unconditionally?
Which is how all women wanna be loved.
Hmm? No.
-No. You don't have to answer that. No. -Unfortunately, I do, my love.
I still have to confirm whether I work tonight.
Hello.
Hi, José. How are you?
Yeah, yeah. Sure. He's here.
Hold on. I'll pass him the phone.
It's José. He wants to talk to you.
Mm-hmm.
No, Rosa Elvira, you listen to me now.
Because you haven't let me get a word in.
No, Rosa, you know that's not true.
And what hurts me the most is that you believe your husband more than me,
your own mother!
Rosa Elvira? Rosa Elvira?
-Afternoon, Lucy. -Oh, hello, Ana. How are you?
I'm fine, but I'd like to talk to you right now.
Can this wait till later? I have to make a phone call.
No, that's actually what I wanted to talk about.
Those long-distance calls, Lucy.
I can't use the phone?
Hey.
-Hey. -What's up?
I thought you'd be back earlier.
So how'd it go?
Bad.
Did you tell your dad we're living together?
Yep. And he got very angry.
He told me that if I wanted to make these kinds of decisions
without consulting him first,
then I would also have to assume the consequences.
What do you mean? What does that mean?
That he's not gonna financially support me.
So I guess I'm not gonna be a "daddy's girl" anymore.
Shit.
EVA LASTING 'm not gonna be a "daddy's girl" anymore.