Well, actually, we didn't talk much.
And the conversation we had was just a recycling of all the conversations
we've had over the last few years.
A couple of sentences, shouting, and complaining.
-Topped off with a couple of threats. -Hmm.
The only difference this time
is he's planning to make good on those threats.
Wow. That sucks.
Yeah, but I'm gonna be an optimist about it.
It's all for the best, I think.
-Do you really believe that? -Yeah.
Yeah, 'cause I'd be a hypocrite if I accepted his money.
Criticizing people like my dad but still relying on him to pay my bills,
that wouldn't be right.
But whatever.
I'm gonna hop in the shower before we go grocery shopping, okay?
See you in a bit.
I was in shock.
Too shocked to think of telling Eva what the withdrawal of her father's help
meant for our personal economy.
Even the slightest inkling of how this would impact our future
evaded her completely.
Eva definitely didn't think about the consequences
of what the end of her father's "helping hand" would be like.
In fact, I'd be a fool to assume she had ever thought
that money was something to be earned through hard work
rather than something that fell from a tree.
When we went shopping, she always bought so much more than we needed
and chose the most expensive products.
When we went anywhere, we always had to take a cab.
How about we walk this time, Eva?
And we absolutely could not miss the weekend forays
to the trendy restaurants or to the bar where Salcedo worked.
Come on. Let's dance.
Eva.
-Wake up. -Good morning.
-Say hi. -Good morning, Eva.
Oh, Mrs. Tulia. Good morning.
You're here. I'm glad.
-Can you make us breakfast? -Of course.
Thank you, Mrs. Tulia.
The kitchen's on the right, at the back of the house.
You're very kind.
Good morning.
Why didn't you tell me that you hired Mrs. Tulia?
Because it was a surprise.
You know that housework and I don't get along very well,
but it also wouldn't be fair for you to be doing all the chores around here.
Okay. But how are we gonna be able to pay her?
Oh, Camilo.
She's only going to come here three times a week.
-Eva, stop. Be realistic. -Don't worry.
You can't do this anymore.
You think you can keep living like a rich person
with, like, tons of money to piss away?
No. But stop talking to me like that.
I'll stop when you can prove
that you're not just a thoughtless little rich girl!
Do you really believe that you're some princess in a palace,
floating high above 99% of the population, huh?
Wake up!
Eva you need to grow up and realize that you're not his baby girl anymore.
EVA LASTING
"MEXICO AND THE VOYAGE TO THE LAND OF THE TARAHUMARAS"
"EPISODE 5"
It was unbelievable
that everything I had worked hard and fought for,
in order to fulfill the dream of living with the woman I loved,
had ended so prematurely.
Kid, I told you, didn't I?
From the herd to the tribe. From the tribe to the couple.
-From the couple to the dismemberment-- -Enough!
-I tried to tell you-- -No.
Why don't you spit it out, Ana? You hate me using your phone.
No, I don't.
I'm worried about this month's phone bill, Mrs. Lucy.
You know how expensive it is to make--
If that's it, I'll pay the bill as soon as it arrives. Don't worry.
Oh.
I'm sorry to be frank,
but you don't have the money to rent from us.
Tell me how you'd be able to pay the expensive phone bill.
Are you implying that you can't stand that I'm even living here?
-No. -Because if you are, I'll pack my bags…
-…and leave as soon as I'm done. -No, Mrs. Lucy.
No. Please don't take it that way.
I'm just asking you to be a little more conscious with the calls.
Oh no. That's the final thing I needed to hear.
After everything I've been through, I now have to be humiliated,
just because I wanted to use the phone to call my sister.
I'm praying for you never to have to experience what I'm going through.
And don't you worry.
The next time I call the United States,
I'll go out on the street to make the call.
And don't you go broke because of me.
And I'm sorry for eating some of the cookies.
She took her suitcase with her?
What happened between you two?
Nothing right now. Why?
Okay. Yeah, I can meet you.
I'll be there soon.
What happened?
Apparently, Eva and Granados had a big fight, and Eva left the apartment.
Eva left? But to where?
No idea. Camillo's a mess.
But why did they fight?
It seems like because she hired Tulia without consulting with him first.
That must have been the last straw. It's probably more serious than that.
I can already imagine why.
All I know is that he wants me to meet him at 364.
Yeah, go ahead. These are the times when we really need our friends the most.
Right. I'll call and update you in a little bit, all right?
-I'll be waiting. -Bye, my love.
Say "bye."
-What's up? -Hello and goodbye. See you later.
Oh, that's good old Samper.
Spoiled, and stubborn,
and can't be told anything without losing her temper, right?
Come on, Granados. I bet you went too far and offended her.
Pfft! I don't know, brother. Maybe I did.
But when I'm angry, I explode and say a bunch of bullshit.
I'm sorry but I… I gotta say it.
I think you did the right thing.
Yeah, because if you don't stand up to that woman now,
she's gonna keep riding you for centuries and centuries--
Listen, brother, this is not about who rides who
or about stopping anyone.
Don't be so basic.
Look, brother,
you shouldn't be chiming in at all, because, in your case, it's very clear
that your wife wears the pants in your family.
Watch it, idiot. You're talking about my sister.
-I'm right. -Do you know where Eva is?
At his apartment.
Why don't you act like…
you're a mature adult that can call his significant other,
come to terms with what happened, talk, and work things out?
-Mm, no. -I think that's a good idea, brother.
Yeah, hey, listen to Pabón.
Listen to him, because I bet if you take your pants off now,
later you'll ask, "Hey, wait. When should I put my pants back on?"
-You won't. -Why don't you shut up, Castro?
No way. Castro is right this time.
If she was the one who left, she's the one that should come back.
With her head down and with her tail between her legs.
That's right. You're a wise man, Salcedo.
Take advantage of this time. The brothers are back together again.
Our group. Huh? Like our old school days.
Oh. Take this time to do what?
You know what I mean. The band is back together, you old man!
You know I'm getting drunk.
-Oh yeah! That's it! -I'm fine.
-Let's get guaritos. -It's what you need.
-No. No. -A bunch!
You asked for my opinion so I'll give it to you.
You ran, Eva.
This is not going to be the first issue that you have,
but you can't pack up and leave whenever you argue.
I know, but he really offended me today, Luisa.
He called me "a thoughtless little rich girl,"
"a princess in a palace," floating over everyone else,
living above "99% of the population."
-That's really what he said. -Mm-hmm.
Is it a lie?
All right, you know that I'm your friend and I adore you,
and I really want you to fix things with Camilo,
but I need you to listen to me.
-I'm gonna tell you the hard truth. -No. I don't know if I'm ready.
I think you are, because you came to me for advice.
I'm only telling you this because I love you. Understood?
Camilo shouldn't have talked to you like that,
and he shouldn't have used those words.
But he is right.
You're not allowed to be on his side.
I am not on his side, Eva. You know that, don't you?
-But it seems like it-- -I'm not on anyone's side, okay?
Please listen to me.
Do you know how much you pay in rent
in that apartment you chose for you both to live in?
Yeah.
And do you know how much you're spending on all the utilities,
the groceries, the cabs, and all the parties combined?
And, most importantly, do you know how much Camilo makes?
Here's what's going on.
You are spending an excessive amount above what he is earning.
And you're not getting help from your dad's bank account.
That causes a problem, and it's a very serious one.
And Camilo probably tried to rationalize with you
and explain what would happen if you didn't ration your finances,
but you didn't.
You ignored what he said, and he exploded, as usual.
Right. But I'm angry because I…
I don't know why Camilo couldn't explain the way you explained it.
Why did he wait for things to build up so much before saying anything?
Now, Eva… that's how he always is.
You know how much he loves you. He would give his life for you.
But he's been afraid of stepping on a mine,
because you'll be upset and you'll leave.
I know this is hard to hear,
but, this time, you're the one who has to be understanding.
Why aren't you eating anything, Mom?
You go ahead. I'm all right.
Hmm?
I'm not going to eat my family out of house and home.
You'll end up starving.
Why are you saying that?
Hmm.
Your mother's upset because of me. I asked her to restrict calls.
I believe that was for me.
Or is it that I'm no longer allowed to speak either?
What's happening right now?
You answer him.
You go right ahead, Mrs. Lucy,
since you seem like you're in the mood to talk.
No.
I can't take this anymore. I can't stand so much humiliation.
-I can't. -Mother.
I finally got Mom to fall asleep.
She was very upset.
Did you forbid her from using the phone?
Of course not, José.
I just told her to be careful
because international calls are very expensive.
Right.
You're right, Ana.
But…
you have to understand.
She's, um…
-She's been going through a rough time. -Yes, José.
Something difficult that won't be erased by calling her sister every five minutes.
-Mm-hmm. -She keeps making call after call.
And Rosa Elvira hangs up and your mother calls right back.
Don't you find it incredible how Rosa Elvira is behaving
with her own mother?
Huh?
Well…
I'm sure she is trying to save her marriage.
Hmm? And my mother?
Is she a witch? A homewrecker? Or what?
José, judging by the reaction she had just now in the dining room…
-Be careful with your words. -I don't know what to say.
-You are talking about my mother. -No, no, no.
Give my mother a little respect.
You be careful, José. You don't see your mother tries to manipulate you?
What's this insolence, all of a sudden?
What happened to that sense of Christian charity?
-You're being so cruel, Ana! -Don't come at me with that nonsense.
When your mother came here and took over, she didn't even think about our needs.
I don't have the time or space to study. Your mother's the reason.
-We're stuck in here, and it's early. -Oh, forgive me.
I'll take care of it. She won't bother you anymore.
I'll make sure my mother is out of your way.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, Mrs. Ana.
Shameful.
All these people disturbing you.
Once we got to the club,
we left any troubles we had outside the door
and forgot about the world for a little while.
We danced and got drunk on alcohol and high on other…
…substances.
You smell nice. Another drink?
-Yeah. Sure. -Follow me.
I'll drink to that.
Cheers. To a great night.
Change the music!
Put on something we can dance to! I'm tired of this crap!
-What? -Say that to my face.
-That's my friend! -What's your problem? What's up?
Hey, babe. Look at me. Don't look away.
What the hell? What's up?
-Hands off! -Your friend's talking shit!
We got into a fight with tough guys
who, unfortunately, dared to criticize the music Salcedo was playing that night.
We ended up at the 364, close to sunrise.
Pabón picked up four bandits and a bank employee
to help us endure a night of heartbreak
and celebrate our reunion with brilliant debauchery.
Bye.
Neither Arbeláez nor I slept with the girls
we had been talking to all night.
Despite the circumstances,
they seemed touched and oddly grateful for our desire
to remain faithful to our partners.
What is happening to us, huh?
We both should be with the girls in… in… in there.
We should be the ones doing…
Listen.
…what Castro and Salcedo are doing in there right now. But no.
We prefer to stay here… alone, like a couple of idiots.
Well, I don't know about you,
but I can't be with anyone who isn't my Luisa.
-Oh, we're really getting old, brother. -Mm-mm.
No, brother.
I'll prove you wrong.
Because my pops, old as hell, still manages to cheat on my mom.
He does?
Then why?
It's because we're in love, brother.
Love's a great big asshole.
Mm. What about religion?
Religion has put so many
limits and bullshit and…
and… and, like, moral issues on everything.
How can you free yourself from all that shit, huh?
Today's generations, which I like better than those of my time,
represent that "someday" I contemplated back then.
With their free and varied ways of loving each other,
they seek to free pleasure and sex from all the oppression and guilt.
They apply the idea that if nature itself allows it,
then culture should not limit it.
Why don't you go to Eva and try to talk to her?
Work things out.
Pfft. Nah.
I've been thinking… Mm.
…about it all night. All night.
Nah, I don't think it's good for me
to always keep crawling back to Eva like a puppy.
It's just…
I do everything she wants, no matter what.
I'm being serious.
Am I such a pushover? I kneel down to her, and…
A little.
See, that's why this happens.
You don't…
You never pick fights with Luisa.
You never fought with her?
Luisa and I don't fight.
Cool. How's that?
Well, I'll tell you.
In a relationship, one partner ends up needing to be loved, and the other loves.
That's bullshit.
-Camilo, you're the one who loves. -I let myself be loved.
Oh, Camilo.
That's how mine works.
-Hmm? -I'm the one who loves.
And Luisa is the person who likes to be loved.
-And I'm happy loving her. -Mm.
It's knowing what cards to play. It's all a matter of choosing your cards.
You're playing a game.
-Mm-hmm. -Do you understand?
-Mm… No, I don't. -I'll explain again when you're sober.
But that's my secret to happiness in relationships.
Your secret.
Yeah. And maybe it's time to get that stick outta your ass.
I'll leave it at that because it's late.
I waited until dawn to return to the apartment
so I could think about what had happened that night.
Talk to Eva.
I had gotten drunk, I had fought,
but I had not been able to be with another woman.
What Arbeláez said kept swirling around in my head.
Was the secret to living together in a relationship
actually based on imbalance?
Did I need to accept that there will always be someone who yearns
and someone who cherishes being loved more?
Was I too tightly wound and needed to loosen up?
-Hey. -Hello.
-You all right? -Yeah.
-How was your night? -Fine. And yours?
Fine.
Take a shower, if you want, while I… tidy up.
-Let's make breakfast together, okay? -Mm-hmm. Sounds good.
Mm.
Kiddo, you're on your own.
I have a wake.
God is dead.
That morning, Eva wanted us to make breakfast together,
as a sort of metaphoric ritual
for how we should solve our issues together
from that moment on.
I made the eggs.
She made the incredibly bitter coffee and the burnt toast.
Her usually inedible delicacies tasted like heaven
because of the intention behind them, and I loved her even more.
Under blue moon, I saw you
So soon, you'll take me
Up in your arms, too late to beg…
Neither of us said a single word about what had happened the day before.
We just let ourselves be carried away by our feelings.
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin…
Camilo! Camilo!
Use this towel?
-Yeah. Yeah, use that towel. -Yeah? Yeah, okay. Yeah.
Close it. Close the door.
-Camilo! -Got it.
I'm coming! Who is it?
Hi, kiddo.
Oh. Hello. Uh…
-How are you? -Wait, Dad, just a second. Uh… Uh…
Grandma, I'm sorry to greet you like this. I was in the bathroom.
Well, don't you worry about that.
I've changed many of your diapers.
I'm here to tell you something. Mother, could you make us some coffee?
-Oh yes. Go ahead. -Where is the kitchen?
-That way, back, on the right. -Oh. Fine.
Why didn't you tell me you were coming with Grandma?
Sorry about that. Go get dressed.
Your Grandmother won't be living with us because of your mother.
-What? -Can you believe it?
How did that happen? Are you saying Mom kicked Grandma out of the house?
She didn't kick her out, but she did start making some very annoying comments,
and your grandma started to feel like… like she was a burden.
-That's really weird. Knowing Mom-- -Camilo.
Yes, Grandma?
Camilo, where's the coffee?
Uh… it's in the top cabinet.
-Above the stove? -Mm, yeah, that's the one.
So is there a plan for Grandma now?
I'm here because the plan is
that you take Grandma in while I get organized.
You can house her for a while because she's your family. Hmm?
Uh…
Right? What?
Hmm? Nothing.
I was talking to you.
What happened to you saying that me and Eva were living in sin?
It makes me wonder if your Catholic values have been--
-Are you going to help me or not? -Dad.
Yeah, sir. What happened to…
-Good morning. -Oh, hey.
-Hello, José. -How are you, Eva?
-Hey. -I'm good. How are you?
Good. Just talking to Camilo about something.
-Oh. Okay. -Uh…
Can I pour you some coffee?
-Please. -I'm all right. No, thanks.
Grandma is already making coffee in the kitchen. Go give her a hand.
Don't be awful.
The last time that girl made me coffee, I had an upset stomach--
Come on, Dad. That's enough. Grandma's gonna make it.
Let me ask you something.
Do you always sleep buck naked half past morning?
No, I don't. We were in the bathroom together, and…
-Well, you know. -What?
-Um… -Ah. I'm sorry I interrupted.
It's okay.
-How's it going? -How's what going?
-Everything working down there? -Dad! Oh my God!
-Fine. Are you going to help or not? -Yeah, of course I'm gonna help.
It's just, Eva and I are having some problems in our relationship,
and we're barely starting out, and we need space to--
You're not responding, Camilo.
-Are you backing out of this? -Yes, sir! Yes.
I mean, no, but it's just… that Grandma shouldn't be living here.
But I have an idea.
What?
Well, since Eva and I are still paying to rent a room here,
I need you to let my grandma stay here in the room that was ours.
Camilo, do you honestly think that this is a good idea?
-Do you have another? -Your grandma--
I think this is wonderful, because the house is very big, very nice.
And I've always liked these friends of yours.
-Aw! So sweet. -Thank you very much, Mrs. Lucy.
So?
Mm… Well…
Well, yeah. It's your room.
-I'm fine with it. -Mm-hmm.
You pay rent, and it's your grandma, so, yeah, okay. Sure.
"Lucy," please.
-Lucy. Grandma Lucy. -Thanks. Thanks, guys. See?
And don't you guys worry. I'm quiet as a mouse.
-You won't even know I'm here. -Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Welcome, Mrs. Lucy.
-All right. It's heavy. -Thank you.
-Go ahead. -Thanks.
-Please make yourself at home. -I appreciate it.
What are you doing, Mom?
Just preparing for class.
I have something to tell you.
Of course. What is it?
I heard that Arbeláez told you what happened at work.
Look.
I don't ever want you to feel bad about that, Janet.
You know some people just don't understand certain things.
I would say most people.
Mm-hmm. You're right, dear.
Mom, you said that…
that, in Spain, there are a lot of… more opportunities for people like me.
There are.
In Spain, they have better opportunities.
So what if we move to Spain and live there?
With my grandmother settled in the 364,
and Eva in agreement that we had to keep an eye on our living expenses,
we resumed our normal routines.
At university,
the professor of Essays Studies asked everyone in our student class
to choose a character and a topic,
and, from there, design the outline for a personal essay.
Who will it be?
Eva.
Um… I'm going to be writing my personal essay on Frida Kahlo.
And motherhood will be my theme.
-Interesting. Tell me more. -Thank you.
Actually, I, um, never understood how a woman like her,
someone rebellious, and incredibly self-possessed,
could have such an obsession
with having a child with someone like the painter Diego Rivera.
Writing this essay seems like a good opportunity
to delve into that contradiction.
You have a lot to write about.
-Approved. -Thank you, Professor.
-Anyone else? -Sir.
-Who? Camilo, go ahead. -Um…
My character is going to be… a wrestler.
The Colombian Leopard.
And the theme could be identity.
In more than 25 years, the man has never taken off his mask.
Interesting. You also have a lot to write about.
What's up, kid?
Hi, Pop-Pop.
Your mom said you wanted to talk to me.
Yes. Make yourself comfortable.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Well, Dad, I've made a decision.
Hmm?
Mom and I are planning
to move to Spain.
We're going to look for more options.
-For academies and careers. -Mm-hmm.
Because there are no opportunities here.
You've told me that I need to think about my future.
I'm going to miss you so much.
Glory be to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be…
…world without end. Amen.
The second joyful mystery that we are going to contemplate today
is the visit of the Blessed Virgin to her cousin Saint Elizabeth.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
-Thy kingdom come, thy will be done… -Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.
…on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Thy will be done…
…on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
-Ah! -See, my dears?
Praying with the Rosary doesn't hurt anybody.
-Right. -Well, boys…
…today we have prayed many joyful prayers.
I'm so grateful you've welcomed me here.
Tonight, I'm gonna make a special meal to repay you.
-A special meal? So nice. -Amen, Mrs. Lucy!
Since Arbeláez left, we haven't stopped eating shit, right?
-Hey, Martín! What a dirty mouth you have. -Bad food. Uh…
-Sorry about that. -Oh my goodness.
He's a sinner.
And… your mom?
How's she doing?
Better.
Thanks for asking.
What about us, José?
How long are we going to be like this?
When are you gonna stop looking so depressed?
Janet is moving to Spain.
Janet and Rosario got tired of looking for opportunities in this country.
I'm really going to miss her.
But I can't stop her from leaving either.
Ana, you've been there. You've seen everything we've done for her.
You've seen all the effort we've put in.
But here, in Colombia,
our precious girl will never be able to be an independent person,
someone living an autonomous life.
I believe that's extremely cruel.
It makes me feel completely powerless.
I'm so angry.
Because I am going to miss that girl a lot.
A lot.
My idea is to turn the theater group into a kind of Colombian version…
-…of Artaud's Theater of Cruelty. -Mm-hmm. Hmm?
That sounds very terrifying.
-Sounds cruel, right? Doesn't it? -No.
That's because, at its core, theater is extremely cruel.
This idea will allow me to give back to the theater
that mythical power it should have never lost.
-The mythical power? -Mm-hmm.
Theater is, in its essence,
a ceremony where all men can reconnect with their own essence.
-Hmm? -Ah…
A ceremony. Like a Mass?
-Mm-hmm. Yeah, Grandma. Like that. -Uh… Right.
-Something like a Mass. -It's like that.
You're saying… those strange movements and weird noises in the backyard are Mass?
-Mantras. -Hmm.
What mantras are is a series of repetitions of sounds that allow us
to transcend the spirit and quiet the mind.
That actually sounds super interesting.
-Mm. -It does.
-And it's harder to do in practice. -But why?
In Artaud's… …book, titled The Theatre and Its Double,
he explains the theory, right?
But, for me, I have to witness, in my body, everything he did.
And, in this case, the rituals.
Oh. So what… what are you going to do?
Well, I'm planning to follow in his footsteps
and do exactly what he did, to better understand his idea.
-How are you gonna do that? -Glad you asked.
Artaud also wrote another book
called Mexico and the Voyage to the Land of the Tarahumaras.
Mm! Eva and Pabón are starting to look alike.
Book brains.
-Quiet! -Shut up.
-Whatever. -It's a diary.
He collects the experiences he had on a trip to Mexico
while looking for the Tarahumaras people.
He went to witness
just how powerful the peyote rituals were.
The… peyote?
Mm-hmm. It's a hallucinogen.
-They-- -Hallucinogen?
Do you mean "imagination"?
-Hallucinogens… -Yep.
-No. It's like… -You're right.
She's not gonna get it. Grandma, like the Host.
-The Communion bread. -Sure. Right.
The thing is that to find a reality
within a deeper and more pure and primitive reality,
Artaud says I have to do exactly the same thing he did.
Which is, I have to do a ritual with peyote.
I'm excited about that.
In, um… Mexico?
No.
The good news is that, in Alto Cauca, they also practice these same rituals.
Oh. Mm.
But the bad news is that, as you can probably tell…
-…it is a long trip that will need… -Uh-huh. Mm.
…transportation and meals, some lodging.
-Etcetera. -Mm-hmm.
So… I need you to help me figure out
how to get the money to travel.
-Yes, of course. Count on us. -Whatever you need.
Of course. Yes.
Thank you.
Can I ask you a question?
Mm-hmm.
Is it about peyote?
Mm-hmm.
That's something like marijuana, right?
Mm…
Well, not exactly, but…
more or less.
-Mm-hmm. -Oh, but that's bad.
-I heard it turns a lot of people… -No, no.
-…into sinners. -That's ludicrous, Grandma Lucy.
There are plants,
like peyote or yagé,
that have medicinal qualities and enlighten us to spiritual meaning.
You know?
They're very useful in helping us to connect with ourselves
on higher and deeper levels.
Mm. Isn't that all made up to be able to, perhaps, indulge in those drugs?
Let me ask you something.
Whenever you pray the Rosary,
what do you feel inside?
Ah. So much peace.
-A lot of peace, within. -Uh-huh.
There's a reason for that. It's because prayers are like mantras.
This methodology is exactly what we do with the theater group.
Because they all encompass a repeating pattern.
When we pray and incorporate mantras,
we uproot our egos and elevate ourselves to a higher state of being.
Quieting our minds and… entering other dimensions.
Ah.
Dare I say that this is possible because God happens to dwell in the void.
And when we all connect with Him,
that's when we're able to open up, to connect our soul and our being.
Uh, and you can do all that just by eating those things?
It's more like they're complementary.
Just like when you take Communion, whenever you're in Mass.
That's how you've been able to feel that deep sense of peace.
Oh.
"The Tarahumaras are the direct descendants of the Atlanteans
and continue to consecrate themselves to the cult of magical rites."
"Because, in the face of authentic tradition,
the question of progress does not arise."
"Quite the opposite."
"True traditions do not progress,
since they represent the most advanced point of all truth."
Hmm.
Camilo, I also wanna go to Cauca.
-To Cauca? -Yep.
I'm completely enthralled with this book and what Gustavo says.
But Pabón said he was leaving soon, right?
Don't forget we have that essay. You're writing about Frida.
Yeah, but I was thinking that maybe I could combine the two things
and something great will come out of it.
It's just, this book has me convinced.
I think that peyote might reveal things.
Maybe things I might not find anywhere else.
-That took me by surprise. -Okay.
More so because Eva's decision was obviously resolute.
I waited for her to invite me to this enlightenment experience of hers,
but she didn't say anything, and I didn't invite myself.
I didn't want her to feel that I was invading spaces
that she might want to reserve exclusively for herself.
"…first experience I was privy to in 1936."
It's the best.
Uh, I gathered you all here because…
I have something to show you.
Ready?
Here we go.
Hello, everyone.
If you're watching this video,
it means my mom and I are on the plane to Spain.
-I didn't tell you… -What?
-Keep watching. -…because I didn't want any tears…
…at the airport.
Why don't we save that for the theater?
I'm just kidding!
Now, seriously, I didn't tell you anything because I don't like goodbyes.
And I want you to remember me with joy, heart, and I want to leave happy.
That's why I asked my handsome brother
to do this big favor and record this video,
and not to tell you anything.
I wanted to tell you,
I'm gonna carry you all in my heart.
Especially my dad.
What do you wanna say to Dad?
I want to tell my dad that he will be always
my number one inspiration.
And not to cry or be sad when I leave.
And that later, someday, when I come back,
we will all do the plans that makes us happy.
I love you all. Janet.
-Done? -And I send you all a kiss.
-Mwah! -Kisses.
Goodbye.
You're good.
And cut.
That was great.
-How did it turn out? -Well, I think it's good.
If you want, we can go again and do one more.
No, if you say it's okay, then it's all right.
Okay.
And you're okay with that goodbye to everyone?
Yes, but not you, silly.
Because I'm the one recording.
Not just because you are a great editor and director.
Thank you.
But because you are my brother.
And I know this is what brothers are for, right?
I'm gonna miss you a lot.
I'm going to miss you a lot.
Mm.
-Promise me you'll come back. -I will always come back.
Well, um, what else do you need?
A great big favor.
What is it?
Can you take care of Dad?
You know how he gets.
You got it.
And whenever he screws up, he needs someone to help him.
Mm. I'll make sure I will.
-I promise. -Hey, don't cry.
-I love you so much. -I love you back.
It was a special moment where family and tribe came together
for the farewell ceremony of one of our most beloved members.
You're a really good man, José. I wish I would have had a dad like you.
The next day,
operations commenced to raise the funds for Eva and Pabón's trip to Cauca.
And after her enlightening conversation with Pabón,
Grandma Lucy overcame her prejudices a bit and joined the cause.
She even went so far as to tell white lies.
The fundraiser is in support of friends of my grandson.
They desperately want to travel and visit the beautiful Virgin of Piendamó.
But they're a little short on funds, so we are having a collection.
And so, after the Rosary,
I'm hoping that you all might be able to help out.
Any little bit helps the cause.
Also, before we begin our prayer, I would like to ask
that you use prayer
to shut off your monkey minds today, everyone, hmm?
We have to understand that God, our loving Lord,
happens to dwell in the void.
Let's begin. Let's pray now.
Go ahead. Come in. Welcome. Go ahead.
-It's all good. What's up? -What's up?
The owner of the salsa bar also joined the fundraiser
and let us open the place on a Sunday, despite it usually being closed then.
He said that once all the costs of the drinks were covered,
we could keep the proceeds of the night.
So I took care of the bar. Eva and Pabón took care of the tables.
Arbeláez, as always, took care of the live music.
And Salcedo, with the party favors, kept everyone spirited and lively.
They're falling asleep. Play something people can dance to. Yeah?
Adding together what we collected that night
and what Grandma Lucy had managed to collect from her devotees,
we had enough money
to make Eva and Pabón's peyote trip into a reality.
But there was still one final surprise left.
A trip like this can't be done without a motorcycle.
Why?
Because when you're in a bus or a car, you miss almost half the experience.
Hmm?
-It's fucking awesome. -Yeah.
Where did you get it?
Borrowed it from a friend.
Aren't you afraid at all?
You know how crazy the drivers and roads are here.
-It's dangerous. -No.
Don't worry. I've ridden on plenty of roads on a motorcycle.
I know how it is.
What? You impressed?
Mm-hmm.
-Good luck. -Have a good time.
Don't fall off that bike.
-Don't worry about us. -Take care, man.
-Come here. -I hope you find what you need, my love.
-Me too. -Let's see.
-Does it look okay? -You look beautiful. I miss you already.
I'm gonna miss you tons.
-See you in a couple of days. -Mm…
-Promise you'll be careful. -Hey, be careful.
Come here. Come back safe. Love you, brother.
And make sure she does, huh?
Do you really think she needs to be taken care of?
She can take care of herself. But you never know. Just in case.
-Don't worry. I'll be on the lookout. -All right.
-And thank you. -For what?
For all of this. You know how important this is to me.
And it wouldn't have been at all possible without you guys.
-I'm ready. -Especially without you, so thanks.
-That's why we're still a tribe, right? -Of course.
-Take care. -We will.
-Manjar blanco. -Right.
-Come on. -Watch out for cops.
-Don't get pulled over. -Okay.
Don't fall off. Hold on tight, Pabón.
-See ya! Goodbye! -Bye!
Watch out!
EVA LASTING dbye! -Bye!