Luisa.
How are you feeling?
I feel like I was run over by a truck.
Aren't you gonna tell me off?
Would it do any good if I did?
Can you please try to forgive me?
I don't know what happened.
You have an addiction, Martín. That's what happened.
It's like I'm looking at Dad right now.
He'd get plastered, and afterwards, he'd have the same look on his face,
and he'd say the same thing.
"I don't know what happened."
Is this how you wanna live your life, Martín?
No, of course not.
Then fix it.
I really need help, Luisa.
Hey.
-Hey. -Hey.
What happened? How's Martín?
He's awake.
Um… He's still going through a lot, but at least he's out of danger, for now.
That's good.
-Yeah. -That's good, right?
Yes, but he'll most likely need to stay here until tomorrow.
Okay. Uh… Can we see him now?
Not until a psychologist talks to him first.
It can take a while. But those are, um… the rules here.
Well… so what, then? Should we just…
If you want,
you can go home, and I'll…
let you know if something happens, okay?
-Right. -Shall we go?
-Huh? -Should we go?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go ahead. I'll be there in a minute.
-Thank you. -Bye. No, thank you.
-I'll see you later, all right? -Bye.
-All right.
Luisa,
how long are you two gonna keep acting like this, huh?
EVA LASTING
"THE BIBLE"
"EPISODE 10"
I can't believe that a guy like Rodrigo would actually feel humiliated
just because he doesn't have financial control over his household.
That sounds like male chauvinism to me.
-Pure and simple. -No.
I know this might be hard for you to wrap your head around
because, until recently,
you really didn't know what it takes to manage your household finances.
-But I think-- -Oh no, Camilo.
Again with this argument? Seriously?
Just 'cause I had a privileged childhood, I don't get to have an opinion?
-No. No, no. I wasn't trying to say that. -I shouldn't have to feel guilty.
-No. Sure. -It's not like it was up to me.
-I didn't get to choose where I'd be born. -Of course not.
Just like how you guys aren't responsible for where you grew up.
-I'm… I know. -If you're gonna pass judgment…
…do it for something I chose to do. I've had enough.
I understand. I'm not trying to judge you.
I wouldn't judge you for that ever again, I swear.
And I agree with everything you're saying. I just…
Maybe I messed up and I didn't express myself
quite the way I wanted to.
What I mean is…
Look… when you're struggling financially,
um, I think that
both parties should agree on household expenses,
regardless of whoever's salary's bigger.
That's what you and I have been doing. I think it's worked pretty well so far.
And, besides, we… we only know Luisa's side of the story. Right?
We haven't heard from Arbeláez yet.
To be honest, I don't think he's a misogynist.
You think that he, of all people, is a sexist?
Well, no.
-So what should we do? -Nothing. Let them be.
They're adults. They can work this out on their own.
They have to. They adore each other.
When friends fight, I think the best way to deal with it
is to keep your distance and not get involved.
That's it.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
I'm sorry for going off on you like that. I shouldn't have reacted that way.
-Mm. -It's just set something off inside of me.
I didn't even let you speak.
I feel better now.
I talked with a psychologist.
They don't wanna discharge me until they run some tests.
That's what they say.
Fortunately, your sister's a trained doctor,
who works right here and wants you to get the best medical care that you can.
Hey, speaking of Luisa,
you talked to her?
What are you waiting for, dude?
I need you to work this out with her as soon as you can.
Why the rush?
With everything that happened,
it's got me feeling really scared.
'Cause I've been thinking,
you can't get time back.
If something happens to me out there
and Luisa is alone,
then it'd all be on you.
What year do you think this is?
Nowadays, women can support themselves. They don't need to "rely" on a man.
Huh?
Least of all your sister.
Yeah, that being said,
I'd feel more at ease knowing she's with you.
Hey there.
-I didn't know you were here. -Mm. Yeah, but I'm… I'm leaving.
Don José.
Boys.
Martín, José came here to talk to you, and I want you to hear what he has to say.
Do you think it's going to work?
I have a friend here who's a psychologist,
and, thanks to her, I've learned about many cases
of addicts trying to solve their own problems.
And sometimes, the most effective treatment for them is spiritual.
But you're not religious.
I know, but… it might work with Martín, so why not?
Well, then I hope it works.
I hope so too.
Rodrigo, I want you to
come back to the house.
Antonia and I miss you.
I miss you both every day.
But…
Listen, Rodrigo.
You have every right to feel offended.
I should have never made that decision about the bed all by myself.
But more than
saying sorry,
I wanted to say thank you.
For everything you've done for Antonia and me.
Because, thanks to you, I'm… well, I could study, and I still do now.
Thanks to you, I was able to get a job I actually find fulfilling.
Listen, Luisa.
Everything I do comes from the heart.
Because seeing you happy is what makes me happy.
Then can you make us happy and come back home again?
Why didn't you ask me before?
I'm not going anywhere, okay?
"And Jesus spoke again."
"He said, 'I am the light of the world.'
'Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness,
but will have the light of life.'"
John 8:12.
What do you think, young man?
That's…
That's very nice, but… what's this all about?
I want to extend an invitation.
-An invitation? -Mm-hmm.
An invitation for what?
Well, Martín, Father Angarita has a charismatic group over at his church.
I would like to invite you to go. But, of course, there's no obligation.
José… look, I'm really sorry, but…
that would be difficult.
-I haven't been to a-- -Young man.
You should consider it.
Go there and listen.
Take it in.
And if you don't like it,
don't go back.
But don't deny yourself the chance to try it.
This is what John tells us in 4:11. Listen closely.
"My dearest friends,
since God has given us such divine love,
we also ought to commit ourselves
to loving one another."
-Amen. -Amen.
Yes, sister. Go ahead.
This passage is the invitation
that our Lord God makes to us.
And the invitation is precisely…
But, above all, we learn the virtue of compassion.
Martín?
Martín.
And with that, Salcedo began his search for the answers
in Father Angarita's charismatic group.
Though, it wasn't exactly the word of God he was most interested in.
Meanwhile, I was slowly becoming a victim of my own ignorance.
And what began as a minor inconvenience to my work,
grew into something much more serious as the days went by.
Yeah, no, it's my favorite chapter. It's my favorite one. I love it.
Because the situation is terrible, but you can't stop…
…laughing about it.
Really? Humor into Spanish.
Oh my God.
Stop. Can you please get to work?
I need to make some progress
or I'm gonna get in trouble with the publisher.
No, I just needed advice.
Who better than the author to give it to me?
Eva and the American writer she was translating for
had these long conversations on the phone that I couldn't understand.
Mainly because all they did was talk about his book,
and, also, I had no idea what it was about.
Even still, I heard enough
to know that they were talking about more than just literature.
At the 364,
Pabón and Hugo were so dedicated to the idea of building a life together
that they had already moved into the same space
and were learning to share everything.
Uh…
What is it?
Phone call for Hugo.
You guys have to get out of this room once in a while.
At least to get food.
You're gonna starve.
What do you expect from us? We're on our honeymoon.
Look, brother, don't forget, you need more than sex to get by.
Mm. It sure does help, though.
And with Hugo…
…it's like…
it's like seeing the face of God or something.
How nice for you. But, please, don't talk to me about the Lord.
I've already had my share of that today.
What happened?
A friend… well, more than a friend. It's an ex-boyfriend…
he called me from the hospital.
He told me he's dying…
and that he wants to talk to me.
He said that he is dying from AIDS.
There was no social issue more pressing in the early '80s than HIV.
But it wasn't until this very moment
that it made its presence known in our little world.
It's a very serious disease.
And, unfortunately, we still… have no effective treatment to cure it.
Hmm.
But it's only
transmitted through sexual intercourse, right?
Or by blood transfusions.
Have you had sex with Hugo?
Do you use protection? Have you used a condom?
But it's not like you get infected automatically.
Well, yes there are…
some people whose bodies develop some sort of immunity.
Such individuals are, genetically speaking,
short of a specific receptor.
This prevents the virus from entering cells.
But… these are rare exceptions.
Around one percent of the world's population.
Uh-huh.
What is it?
Huh? What happened?
No, nothing.
Nothing.
It was awful.
He's in the terminal stage of the infection.
And his doctor
told me he's gonna die any moment now.
-Luisa? -Yep?
Do you have HIV tests here?
Yes. Yes, we do.
I'm gonna get one.
-What's up? -Hello.
And? How'd it go?
Very well.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
Mm…
If you can believe it,
the publishing house is thrilled with everything we've delivered so far.
That's great. Congratulations. I'm happy for you.
One more thing.
I wanted to let you know that for the final revision of the text,
well, they wanna fly me to the US to work with Scott in person.
They said they feel that we're on the right track,
but they think that some of the chapters still need more work,
and they don't want me to do it over the phone.
Oh.
Mm.
And so when would you go?
They don't have the details yet, but it'd be soon.
Hmm.
Camilo, why don't you come too?
-I'm serious. -You are?
Yeah! The network will love it.
Just tell them that you'll come up with a cool story from the United States.
-All right. -Wouldn't it be great to travel together?
Yeah.
Candy!
Water!
Juice!
I got gum. Gum, anyone?
I got candy,
popcorn, pretzels.
-How about you, sir? Popcorn? -No, thank you. Not today.
What is the reason for your trip?
Oh, right. I work at a local newspaper sometimes because…
Well, actually, right now, my official job is at this television network.
But I also do some projects for a newspaper, on the side.
Maybe you've heard of it. Uh, here it is.
Yeah, this one right here. It's called Decisive Point.
Here's the letter.
Anyway, my goal is to write a long-form chronicle
about what's happening in the United States
with the sport of soccer.
Uh… that has all the information.
And, also, I have a girlfriend. Uh, her name is Eva Samper.
Maybe, uh… maybe you…
Well, she has a visa, and, uh, she speaks English very well.
And she's currently working on a Spanish translation for a novel.
And the original author, he's a real American.
And, well, it's just that we'd really like to be able
to work together and celebrate our honeymoon
after we get married.
Did you bring your bank statements with you, sir?
Yes, I have it right here. Uh…
The statements, yeah, I have those.
Yeah, here they are. Uh, this one.
Unbelievable. What did they say to you?
Nothing. Just that I couldn't enter the United States.
But the guy inside was being a total jerk, so I don't know.
Fine, then I won't go.
-I won't go. Really. -No. No, no, no, no, no.
What do you mean you won't go? This is your first job as a translator.
You can't afford to just not go. No.
No, but I can still talk to Scott over the phone.
-It'll be fine. -No, come on. Thank you, but no.
If you… You not going won't fix anything. It'll just cause more problems for you.
Really, it's fine.
It'll be fine this way.
I had already experienced total humiliation and embarrassment
thanks to the guy at the American embassy.
And now, on top of that, was the concern of knowing
that Eva was going to be traveling alone and having long work meetings
with this literary genius she wouldn't shut up about.
I felt forsaken by the same god who was busy extending a hand to Salcedo.
He was so weak…
…that he could barely speak.
But he managed to tell me about how painful it's been these past few days,
ever since he found out he was sick.
And not because he knew
that he was dying.
It's because of the discrimination and the rejection he's been subject to
since the day he got diagnosed.
When he found out, he said that he felt
so defenseless, so…
…alone.
He told his friends about it, and instead of them offering to help
or spend time with him,
they deserted him.
They started treating him as if he was carrying the plague or something.
That's pure ignorance.
Right? 'Cause Luisa told us
it's transmitted sexually or through blood transfusions.
That's it.
I think that's what's really killing Mauricio right now,
the loneliness.
It probably feels even worse than the disease.
That's why he called me.
He wants me to take action
and do something that helps combat the stigma attached to the disease.
And that's what we'll do.
Forgive me, Gustavo.
If either of us ends up testing positive for it,
I'll feel like the most irresponsible man on the planet.
No.
It's a responsibility we both share.
Okay?
There's a lot
that has been said
with regards to… this terrible disease.
For us, it's a solemn reminder
that our transgressions always bring God's punishment.
AIDS is that reminder.
Now, allow me to read you a passage from the Bible
that I think is appropriate.
It is from Leviticus 20:13.
It says, "If a man
has relations with another man
as with a woman," meaning they have sexual relations,
"then both of them have committed
an abomination."
"And they must surely be put to death
as their blood is upon them."
I would say that the words of the Holy Scriptures
are very clear in this subject, are they not?
And so, all of this…
this terrible disease,
is an opportunity for us to remember that there is a natural order,
a morality to things,
that, as followers of Christ,
we are all obliged to honor and obey.
Don't you want to join the others?
I'll be there in a minute.
You're upset, aren't you?
I know you are.
During the talk with Father Angarita, I looked over and saw you.
You looked upset.
I like this group. I really do.
I feel it's helping me, but…
some things the Father says, I don't agree with.
Like what he said today?
One of my best friends is homosexual.
And he's one of the best people I've ever met in my life.
Also, at the place I work, there are a lot of gay people.
And they're definitely not the perverts the Father talks about.
Where do you work?
In a salsa bar.
El Quiebra. You know it?
Anyway,
you meet a lot of people there.
It gives you a different perspective
on life and on people.
More open.
You know what I mean?
More or less.
If the Father visited our bar and saw what it was like,
for just one night…
he wouldn't say the things he was saying earlier today.
So are you going to leave the group?
No.
Just had to tell someone.
I'll miss you.
Even though I was consumed by insecurity and jealousy,
I managed to say goodbye to Eva at the airport.
Then I prepared myself for two weeks of non-stop paranoia at imagining
what was happening miles away between her and this American genius.
-I love you! -Love you too. Bye.
At that very moment, and without us even knowing about it,
because they had decided to keep the whole thing a secret,
Salcedo accompanied Pabón to the hospital, where they waited for Hugo,
who had gone there to get his test results for that terrible disease.
Why are they taking so long?
It's been less than five minutes.
Relax, okay?
Thank you.
That's what friends are for, right?
Mm-hmm.
Listen to this.
I think I met someone.
Oh, wow. At the bar?
No. At the church meetings.
Okay.
I have to say…
that those meetings are helping.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
So you've got a girlfriend.
I said I met someone. We're not even dating.
But there's a chance, right?
She's a nun.
Martín.
Ha-ha.
No.
Really? You're serious?
Hey, man, I don't lie.
No, it's all right. You're all good. That's fine.
It's like they say.
It's always when you least expect it
that love finds you.
It's negative. I don't have anything.
I'm fine.
From that day onwards, Pabón, Salcedo, and Hugo
embraced the fight against HIV
and vowed to combat the discrimination towards all of those who were infected.
It's negative! Come here!
And while my friends celebrated the good news,
I was struggling to concentrate on my work.
Eva's absence and my paranoia were getting in the way.
Could we move that scene to the dining room?
Yeah, sure. That's fine.
Or, if not, we could,
I don't know, put it inside the office of the President of the United States.
How about that?
Hmm.
Camilo, you are so distracted right now.
Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that… my head is killing me.
-Sorry. What were you saying? -Is it your head or your heart?
No. Come on.
Right.
We're not gonna get any more done here.
So I wanna propose something
that'll help you get those thoughts out of your head
and stop torturing yourself over Eva's trip.
-Hmm? -Okay. What, then?
Come on.
There's information about AIDS in here.
Information about AIDS. Help me hand them out.
Information about AIDS, so you can learn more about the disease.
Help me hand these out.
-Information about AIDS. Educate yourself. -Thank you.
Information about AIDS. Learn more about the disease.
Information…
What are you doing here?
One of the guys in my church group said that if I visited this place,
I'd gain a whole different perspective on things.
Maybe a more open-minded one?
I know you were saying that about Father Angarita,
but I figured, "Why not?"
I might as well come here and see for myself.
Because you may not have realized that
nuns can change their minds too.
You look really
ho…
You look beautiful… in that outfit.
I wasn't gonna wear church clothes in here, right?
Guess you're right.
Ah…
Gotta change out the song. I'll… I'll be right back.
Can you hand these out?
See you later.
SAY NO TO DISINFORMATION
"It is not true that the virus is transmitted through saliva, sweat,
tears, food, kitchenware, towels, pajamas, swimming pools, telephones, or toilets."
"This is all just misinformation that's designed to stigmatize the disease
in order to encourage discrimination against those who are infected."
"This prevents the issue from being discussed
with the seriousness and compassion that it deserves."
Why didn't you say anything before?
Pabón told me not to. He wanted to be sure before he told you.
Right.
Well, it's…
it's great that Hugo's test results, uh, came back negative, right?
You have no idea, bro. It was stressful.
Anyway, what about you?
-I'm fine. -What are you doing with that chick?
Nothing. We were at my apartment.
And I couldn't focus, so we came here so I can clear my mind.
Hmm. Be careful. Watch it.
-Don't eat the forbidden fruit. -Listen to yourself.
I know. But that girl is cute. Hmm?
-No. Everything's fine. -Be careful.
I was having trouble focusing basically because…
mm… I can't seem to get Eva out of my head.
Did she already fly to the US?
Mm-hmm.
I needed to ask her to do me a big favor.
What?
It's just a business idea.
Who was that woman on the balcony?
She's a friend.
A friend?
She's a nun. I have to go now. I gotta change the music.
See you later. Don't get lost.
A nun?
Hey, it's me.
I was just calling to see how you were doing.
Everything's fine here.
Scott's even funnier in person than he was on the phone.
I'll call again later. Love you.
Do you regret coming here?
No. No, no, no, no, no.
It's just that I…
I… I guess I wasn't really in the mood to be at a bar tonight.
But it's okay, seriously.
Well, I've heard this theory.
It argues there's a sort of social division of labor
within the human body.
The division starts at the top and goes down.
So that means your head would be like the ruling class,
and your feet would be the lower classes.
But like every ruling class, a person's head is complicated,
because like all rulers, it has far too much time on its hands.
So it gets tangled up.
Meanwhile, the lower classes, which is to say, your feet,
well, they can't afford to think as much
because they're too busy holding up the entire structure, right?
That being said, Camilo,
sometimes it's necessary to let the body rebel.
Let your feet assume control
and give your mind a rest.
What is this? Another invitation to go dancing, huh?
Come on. Don't torture yourself, Camilo.
You know, I've never had to try this hard to get a man to dance with me.
-And… -Well…
…don't I deserve it?
Yeah, you do.
You deserve it.
Shall we dance?
Come on.
No way! I love this song!
-You know Richie Ray? -Of course. I love Richie Ray.
"You have turned my mourning into dancing."
"You have removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy."
Psalm 30:11.
Come and dance with me.
You dance? Show me what you got.
What? Don't look at me like that.
I wasn't always a nun, you know. I used to go out dancing every weekend.
Hey!
Woo-hoo!
Yes.
No, yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard the message.
I was at El Quiebra last night.
No, I went to say hi to Salcedo.
I stayed there for a little while.
Oh, by the way,
he stayed in the apartment and he has a favor to ask you.
I'll put him through. Salcedo! Martín!
Uh… wait. Before that, tell me when you're gonna be here.
I thought it was gonna be next week?
No. No, no.
The thing is, next Friday is the launch party for the comedy show,
and I would have liked for you to be here for it, but…
No, I understand. Yes.
He's here. I'll put him on.
Love you. Bye.
Quick. This is long distance.
Hey! What's cooking, Eva?
How's everything going in America?
Yeah, I'm fine. Looking after your husband.
Eva was calling to let me know she was extending
her stay in the United States for ten more days.
And, of course, my head, the ruling class of my body,
began to torture me with all sorts of terrible ideas.
But since I wasn't about to go out dancing on my own,
instead, I let myself sink deeper and deeper into the psychological abyss.
Please, read it all.
Read it all.
Read the whole thing.
Read it all, please.
Martín.
What's that you're handing out?
A pamphlet.
"Today, it is vital
that we condemn,
in the strongest possible terms,
the political weaponization of the disease known
as AIDS."
"They seek to stigmatize certain sexual behaviors
that occur freely and consensually,
and to portray it as if it were a sin against nature and God."
"It is our responsibility to break the taboo surrounding this subject,
as all the sources of infection are…
foreseeable, which means they are… avoidable."
"The solution is to provide education at school and at home…
instead of cowering in fear as if it were God's wrath on earth."
Did you write this?
Uh… no.
A friend helped me.
-Listen, Martín, I'm going-- -We wrote this because…
one of our friends is gay.
And he's a great person, and we love him a lot.
Recently, he went through a tough situation.
His partner's previous boyfriend
contracted AIDS.
He died alone.
Totally abandoned.
Because of this stigma.
And that… reminds me of what you read the first time I came here, Father.
Let's hear it.
"Dearest friends,
as God gave us divine love
so we commit ourselves to loving one another."
I think it's John 4:11.
Mm-hmm.
It sounds like God has love for all people.
It's universal. You said it yourself, right, Father?
It's the most important message of the New Testament.
Fine. Finish handing out your pamphlets.
And we'll begin discussion in ten minutes.
Yes, sir. Thank you, Father.
Hello?
No. No, no, no. Wrong number. Sorry.
Okay.
-Cheers to your success. -Thank you.
And more importantly, our clients couldn't be more satisfied.
I mean, it's amazing. I loved the script.
-You're saying you wanna go bigger? -Yeah, more actors, bigger stories.
-You're gonna do another? -Of course.
Oh, well, that makes sense. It's a hit!
-Cheers to you. -Yes!
GRAND PREMIERE AS A FAMILY… EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE
MEETING ROOM
Camilo, what are you doing here?
Oh, hey.
I, uh…
Everyone outside has just seen the first episode, and they loved it.
And not for nothing, but they really liked the scripts.
That's good.
Hey. What's wrong?
Can you try to put on a happy face, at least for today?
Today is a celebration.
We get to celebrate because, after all this time,
the show is finally ready.
I know it's gonna be a hit.
Sure. Yeah. That's nice.
Look, I am happy, I promise you.
But…
Please, tell me what I can do to cheer you up.
Don't you know how attractive you look when you laugh?
Just give me a smile.
Bigger.
You see? That wasn't so hard.
So…
we should go out and mingle.
Yeah, uh, we… we should head out.
Come on.
After you.
Camilo.
Eva. Eva, come here.
Stop, Eva. Listen, there's nothing going on between Marcela and I. I swear.
For fuck's sake.
I'm trying to tell you, for three weeks, I've been going crazy,
thinking that you're in love with some literary genius in America.
-Today, I gave into weakness. Forgive me. -Fine. Enough, Camilo. It's okay.
It's not a big deal, all right?
Actually, you know what? I'm happy you're with Marcela.
-What? -She's good for you.
No, but I'm not with her, Eva. We're not--
Look, I didn't tell you I was coming because I wanted to talk to you in person.
-It's important. Listen. -What, then? What is it?
Camilo, I… I'm going to move to the United States.
I love what I'm doing over there,
and… it feels like I'm finally making my dreams come true.
And plus, they extended the contract, and…
I'm, uh…
What?
I'm starting to have feelings for Scott.
And I want to pursue that, but I wanted to tell you in person first.
I was feeling all guilty just now, and you're saying you're in love?
Guilty? You were feeling guilty?
-It didn't seem like it. -That was the first time I kissed Marcela.
Fine, but you must have been feeling this way for a while now.
-You don't just kiss out of the blue. -I was avoiding her. I'd rather kiss you.
Camilo, this is when relationships start to fall apart.
No.
When they become an obstacle to your true feelings.
N… No, Eva.
I… I love you.
We love each other, and we've made it through way too much bullshit
for you to come and tell me that… that we really can't be together anymore.
I love you, Camilo.
All right, then.
But we have to be honest with ourselves.
You know, maybe this is a sign
that… this isn't the right time for us to be together.
You know what I think about love and independence.
-I can call you later and we'll talk. -No, no, no. Please.
I'm begging you. Please don't go.
-Just stay. -No, Camilo. She's waiting for you.
And just like that, by a simple twist of fate,
my lifelong dream came crashing down before me.
And in its place, the only thing that remained
was Nietzsche's quote about the fate of all couples.
That boundless and overflowing love
can only end in tragedy and heartbreak for all.
EVA LASTING in tragedy and heartbreak for all.