01x02 - Mural

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Previously on
I Love You, and it Hurts...

Man, I met a girl who drives me crazy.

It really felt like we'd...

Like we'd known each other
our whole lives.

-Ciro!
-Sara! Cata!

Truth is I have nowhere to go.

Would you help us?

-What are you doing, brat?
-Tone it down.

I'll tone it down
when I feel like it, got it?

-How's my little girl doing?
-Hi, Dad! Did you like it?

I loved it, my princess.

Dumb straight guy.
What are you going to do to find her?

How did you guys get in here?

Tonight's a very important night.

Man, did you know about this?
They're tearing down our neighborhood.

They're not kicking us out!

There are voices
that cannot be silenced.

When life screams,

even the walls speak.

I remember my mom only vaguely.

She helped me with a drawing once.

But it's like the hurricane came around
and erased everything.

And your father?

Are you and your father alike?

Not at all.

I LOVE YOU, AND IT HURTS

SGT. LUCERO
OPERATION IN PROGRESS, SIR.

Won't you sit down?

Coach is giving a speech.

See you later.

Lola?

Lola's not home.

Where is she?

-Where is she?
-At therapy. She left quite early.

AWAITING INSTRUCTIONS

PREPARE THE DEMOLITION

The situation is kind of tense.

The community's beaten up a worker.

If we hadn't arrived in time...

The situation's out of hand.

Sergeant, I need you to sign
your granddaughter's school enrollment

for her to be admitted immediately.

When is the demolition happening?

It'll be all done in a few minutes.

Perfect.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, sir.

Sir, excuse me. Have you seen them?

No. Not at all.

Thanks.

How are you, buddy?

What's up?

Nobody knows anything.

Nobody saw anything.

It's like a nightmare.

Cursed be the day I had the idea
of crossing the US border.

I didn't think this sh*t
was going to happen to me.

Keep calm, brother.

We're going to find them.

They'll end up tearing down
the whole neighborhood.

That's why they kicked out everyone
who didn't want to sell their house.

We've gone to the launching
of our own destruction.

Ask your crush
if they'll also take down the factory.

Stop it, man. There's no crush.

-Tell me.
-No.

-Tell me, please.
-No.

Lola, tell me.

He was dressed as a waiter.

At the gallery?

Front row.

No...

Now tell me
that's not the guy you kissed.

-Maybe.
-Gosh, Lola.

Well, it wasn't a kiss, so chill.

He has his charms.

Maybe after a shower and then a spa.

He's not a dog.

What are you going to say to Dante?

There's nothing to say. There's no one.

Come on!

Pass the ball!

Come on!

Life's a matter of winning or losing.

And we can either stop here,
celebrating this victory,

or give it all,

because we are a team,

and we came to destroy our opponent.

-Yes or no?
-Yes!

-Who are we?
-The Hurricanes!

-Who are we?
-The Hurricanes!

-Who are we?
-The Hurricanes!

To the shower!

-Great touchdown, Nachito.
-Thanks, man.

That's because he spends extra time
at his ballet school.

Why don't you dance for us, Nachito?

He's going to dance.

Stop pushing me.

Grab it! Grab it, you princess!

Come on, Nacho.

-Come on.
-Yes, Nacho.

Enough!

Lola, you shouldn't be watching this.
You have the house to yourself.

Come on, take advantage.

But you've always liked this.
It's our favorite movie.

Cami.

-Turn it off.
-Why?

It objectifies women.

Well, let's objectify these men then.

Look how hot this one is.

Those shoulders,
those arms, those legs...

It's so obvious it thrills you.

Dante is no sex machine.

No, seriously, turn it off.

He's definitely not
your sloppy bike-taxi waiter.

He must have great legs
riding that bike everyday.

When are you meeting?

I don't know.

-How about helping us out?
-In a second.

-Gourmet dinner's all set.
-Yummy!

What was that?

Melody!

What's up, Melody?

Did you hear an expl*si*n?

Do you know anything about it?

If people had clung to their homes,

no one would've been able
to get them out.

Do you want to protect this place?

If you don't want it to vanish,

make yourselves visible.

You must take control.

But how?

By doing what you do best.

And who are you?

ROBLES CONSTRUCTION COMPANY

Bank triangulation operations
are carried out.

This prevents the good
from being separated from the funds.

And then everything is reinvested
in services such as tourism

and real estate.

That was great.
You can take your seat.

Alright.

But how much money are we talking about?

I'm sorry, professor,
but I don't get it.

What does money laundering
have to do with our class?

Well, this is one
of our world's primary issues.

And you, as the new generation,
need to understand the gravity of it.

You can make a difference.

Isn't that right, Lola?

Yes.

Well then...

Melody is right.

They got to see us.

Isn't it the other way around?

The less they see us,
the less they mess with us.

Well, let's see...

You have just found a place to live.

If we screw up, you lose it.

We're talking about your grandpa.

If he finds out we're here,
he'll totally kick us out.

I'll kick you out
if you continue like this.

Listen.

If we want to save the factory,
we got to make some noise.

What if we give a huge concert?

We gather up the neighborhood
and do something big.

But we don't have a guitar player.

If that's the problem, I can help.

Really?

I think so.

Yes.

-Okay.
-Deal.

This is not an argument, Julia.

-The decision has been made.
-But it's my life.

We just want what's best for you.

No. What you really want is to hide me.

It's done.

Period.

What does it feel like?

Does it bother you
that your acquaintances

know I like women?

Shut up.

What's going on?

Nothing.

What are you doing?
Where are you going?

To Texas.

In the middle of the year?

My father found a place
for me to finish out my education,

which is a perfect opportunity
for me to graduate abroad.

And also for him to control
who I am from here.

I had no idea.

Yeah, of course not.

Me neither.

Until now.

What's up with you?

The football game,
a mishap with Marcos and so...

Stuff like that.

What your good friend Marcos does
is never a mishap.

No internet. Do your homework.

Sure. Just a couple more minutes.

Migue.

-What class?
-Math.

Do it well. I'll check it out.

How I got these speakers
doesn't matter anymore. Right?

At least it's for a good cause, Roberto.

Good luck with your good cause.

Thanks.

Shitty lighter.

Listen, Lola, he went to see you.

He fell for you,
and he won't stop until he has you.

-Stop! Quit it, will you?
-Lola, I know you very well.

Can you give me some info
so I can find him online?

I don't even know his name.

So you didn't even talk? Just kissed?

What?

He started rapping.

My eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of my soul

Dreams light up
When you spread your wings

Your eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of your soul

Don't let the flame extinguish

Don't let it extinguish

What you have to spare, what you miss

What you wish, what you can't reach

I live in the fire, it burns my soul

I come from the hood
I got nothing to lose, I got nothing

Like a sl*ve

I am this strange note
Which never tunes on piano

Nothing matters to me
It's all lies

If I'm still alive
Life wanted it this way

I only ask hope not to fool me

It's super sad.

-Camila.
-This is super sad!

The whole neighborhood is here!

I'm... What note?

"I am this strange note
which never tunes on piano.

And if I'm still alive,
life wanted it this way."

"I am this strange..." I found it!

Are these the lyrics?

Yes! That's the song.

Let's check out who posted it.

Let me see.

That's him.

Juan Gris?

-His name is Juan Gris?
-What a sad name.

It's the name of a famous painter.

-There's a painting at the gallery.
-Boring.

This place is a slum, isn't it?

Camila, lose the sarcasm.

Maybe he works for an NGO.

He doesn't look
like he works for an NGO.

Looks like he gets help from NGOs.

-Let's see.
-It's Dante.

All set. If it's on silent,
you didn't hear it.

And if you didn't hear it,
you don't have to answer.

No...

What?

What is it?

Maybe she's his sister.

Also, I don't care, Cami.

We stalked him, then found him,
we had some fun. That's it.

Way to go!

Hey, girl,
I have a showroom to go to today.

-Will you come with me?
-Today?

Camila's not answering her phone.

I left her a message
and she left me on read.

Well, whatever.

They're probably at the boulevard
or at some trendy cafe.

You know your girlfriend,
she does whatever she feels like.

Relax, dear.

I'm certain she's okay.

Yeah... I know she is.

Thanks, Yuli.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Was that Dante?

Something wrong with him?

He came over to complain
because his girlfriend won't answer.

You know, typical teenager nonsense.

And when exactly
did she stop picking up her phone?

I don't know.

About two hours ago.

I see you later.

What on Earth are we doing here?

This doesn't look
like one of your showrooms.

Not a showroom, it's just a show.

-No.
-Yes.

-No.
-Lola!

-No!
-You can't leave me here by myself.

-Camila, are you serious?
-Yeah.

Stop.

-Ciro, I have news.
-What happened?

So I heard about a place

where several migrants arrived
and they're staying there.

Where is it?

I think it's a hotel
around the port area.

I can go there with you
tomorrow morning.

Just a few minutes left
before we step out there and shine.

No, Cami. Stop.

-What?
-I don't want to look for him.

Why?

-I'm not sure I want to meet him.
-You're with me.

Good evening, everyone!

Do you know why we're here?

For the neighborhood!

We're here to be seen.

To teach a lesson to those businessmen
who say we're nothing.

They want us out of here, but no.

f*ck them.
Because no, they won't!

No, they won't!

Nacho, come on over.

You can't miss this party.
It's super crazy.

The place is crowded!

-Yes.
-Great.

-Come on.
-No. Wait.

-I can't find Ciro.
-Well, let's just keep calm.

Maybe he got stage fright,
he'll be back soon enough.

I don't think so.

Don't tell me you just lost the refugee.

Why don't you save your words
and get the hell out of here?

So aggressive.

Casco, take your leave, please.

I'm on my way out.

This stupid party of yours
is a success after all.

Stop!

Good luck.

Let him go,
let's focus on what's important,

that's finding Ciro.

Ciro's gone.

-Gone where?
-What?

I told him about a place where
his sisters might be,

but I thought we were going tomorrow.

How can I help you?

Excuse me.

Have you seen
a tall young woman, about 22,

with an eight-year-old girl?

I have a picture of them.
Can I show it to you, if you'd like?

These two were here.

They were thrown out
because they had no money.

The little money they had
was taken from them.

-Do you know where they went?
-No.

Don't you have any information?
Maybe a list?

Don't you have a register or something?

Are your ears clogged up?
They're not here. Buzz off.

I just want to know where they are.

-You know nothing?
-They're not here.

-Go back to your country.
-What's wrong with you?

You took their stuff from them?

-You robbed a little girl, as*h*le?
-They're not here!

What's happening?

-No.
-Yes.

Lola.

Juan Gris.

So you know my name.

That's right.

Why are you here?

I came to see you.

Like you went to see me yesterday.

You're not the only one
who can crash a party.

Holy crap.

SEND LOCALIZATION

DUDE, HELP!

A power cut?

-Ciro wrote a message.
-Yeah. I know.

-What are we gonna do now?
-First things first.

-First things first?
-Let's go.

Did you see the look she gave you?

If she does that again,
I swear I'm going to k*ll her.

What are you doing here?

And Juan Gris and Romina?

They left out of here.

Holy sh*t.

Silence!

I want you to know that, tonight,

darkness won't plague us.

The audience is cheering.
Come here and sing.

Come on.

Yes, you. Come up here. Lola.

Lola!

Lola!

Come on, Lola.

Lola!

Cheer!

Come on.

Who could love me
If I died a thousand times

Who will feel
As dawn breaks today

Who'll be daring
To look inside of me

To cross my desert
And find my essence

Who

Tell me who

Who

I can

Come on, Juan.

Wait for the kiss

Your hand in mine

The sweet I love you

COME QUICK!

HELP!

To the right.

-Where?
-To the right.

Get him!

There he is!

Ciro!

Get on.

Tell me who

Who

Tell me

I can

I still can

Wait for the kiss

Your hand in mine

The sweet I love you

Wait for your kiss

Yes!

Is this a prison?

You were amazing.

Lola!

You were amazing, Lola!

I love it when you show up
to our parties!

Then you'd better love her more.
She won't be with us for a while.

-Why?
-My flight's in a few hours.

I'm going to study abroad.

But I don't want to think about that.

Get back on the stage.
People are asking.

Please, sing.

Lola!

Okay, but I can't sing by myself.

-Can you sing?
-Of course.

But you can't perform like this.

I have the solution.

-I will fix you up.
-I love it.

No. Again.

-Focus.
-Always.

Here they come.

Here they come.

The power's back on.

Yes, and you're just in time
to watch us sing.

No. You came here to watch us.

Well then,
everyone wants to hear us to sing.

Okay, let's go.

Ciro, Aylín, DJ!

DJ, come on!

That annoying girl!
Hold me back, Lola.

Lola, hold me back.

Lola. Lola!

Julia, come on.

-Let's go sing.
-Let's go.

Melody said you could use some help.

Yes. He needs help.

Yes, with my eye.

Sit down.

Are you also singing today?

I mean, only if my friend wants me to.

-Who, Lola?
-Lola.

That girl is spectacular.

She is.

You are spectacular too.

I don't know.

There's a lot you don't know about...

For example,
do you know what your name is?

-Nacho.
-DJ.

Is that a real name?

In my world, yes.

Now what happened to you?

An accident.

All set.

Looks better now.

Thanks.

I understand if you don't want to play.

I have to get rid of this feeling.

That's what's up, man.

My eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of my soul

Dreams light up
When you spread your wings

Your eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of your soul

Don't let the flame extinguish

Don't let it extinguish

What you have to spare, what you miss

What you wish, what you can't reach

I live in the fire
It burns my soul

I come from the hood
I got nothing to lose, I got nothing

Like a sl*ve

I am this strange note
Which never tunes on piano

Nothing matters to me
It's all lies

If I'm still alive
Life wanted it this way

I only ask hope not to fool me

Not to divert me

Whatever comes my way

Stop!

We're having a blast,
but don't forget why we're here.

-What?
-What's with him?

To resist.

And for the neighborhood
to come together.

And above all,

to share this moment.

Come on up.

Want to sing?

-Okay.
-Come on.

My eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of my soul

Dreams light up
When you spread your wings

Your eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of your soul

Don't let the flame extinguish

Don't let it extinguish

Who will understand me
When I know everyone lies

Who can heal my heart
So impatient

It's never enough

To be the way I am

Who will heal this pain

Do you want me to get them out?

No.

Leave them.

You can go.

My eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of my soul

Dreams light up
When you spread your wings

Your eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of your soul

Don't let the flame extinguish

Don't let it extinguish

My eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of my soul

Dreams light up
When you spread your wings

Your eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of your soul

Don't let the flame extinguish

Don't let it extinguish

It was all very cute,

but I don't get what the theme was.

It wasn't a party, it was a protest.

Listen, I have to leave now.

-I'm going to miss you.
-Me too.

Come here.

You were so amazing, darling!
It was lit.

Says the sexy bombshell.

Sweetie, thank you.

And what's with this place?

-Do you always come here or...
-I live here.

Among the rats and creatures.

That friend of yours,

Nacho, the one who sings with you...

What about him?

Camila. What's up?

-And Lola?
-Lola?

-Is she all right?
-Why wouldn't she?

But where is she?

Where were you?

I've been looking for you all day.

I even called your dad.

Let's go.

Art helps us hide
what we don't dare say out loud.

We paint what we want to scream.

Art is freedom.

But sometimes it shelters danger.

FIGHT

Let's fight together.