01x08 - Void

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

I want all the drawings.

How much are you willing
to pay, Mr. Robles?

Are you and your father alike?

-Not at all.
-I sold one of your drawings.

-Where did you find them? I hid them!
-Sara found them.

Why the interest in these drawings?

-I want those paintings back.
-You want to sell them.

You said you wouldn't touch the factory.

-Police did their job, I did nothing.
-You lied to me!

I'm never deleting this.

Casco recorded me with his phone.

But I asked him to delete it,
and he didn't.

Now has a video of me!

Now tell me your passcode or else...

Happy birthday!

Happy 18th birthday.

Delete it for yourself.

Not everyone is as free
as you when it comes to love.

That's it. Smile for the camera.

Let go of him!

Because of you, I had
to beat up that poor man!

Smile for the camera.
I'm recording the rats' meeting.

I don't know if he's dead.

Juan.

Juan!

What? You already know.

Here's your money.

Don't you trust your friends?

Why don't you tell us anything?

You know that you'll go to jail
if they catch you.

Why did you do that?

Wait.

Juan!

What is it, Ro?

You can't help everyone.

Listen. We can help you.

There's no need.

Juan, say something.

-Just say something! Anything!
-That's enough!

Leave me alone.

Just go.

I'm going home.

Do you want to come?

No. Thanks.

Some projects need emptiness to exist.

Like in music,
silence gives the melody a purpose.

I LOVE YOU, AND IT HURTS

Can you just leave me alone
with my mother?

She's not here.

She's just a lost name
among many others.

Mommy!

You could stop hating me.

I don't hate you.

I hate my life.

I hate being like you.

Mommy!

-The paintings...
-I don't care anymore.

I was going to give them back.

Mommy!

They're yours.

So is the wall in the factory.

Take care of your past.

Take care of who you are.

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

Happy birthday.

How did you find me?

This reminds you of your dad,
and that's okay.

It makes you happy.

I want you to be happy.

-I should go back.
-Sure.

Lola...

I know what happened
with Juan Gris at the party.

We don't know what he did.

Well, I also know
about the ankle monitor.

I know about the video.

Sweetie, you deserve better.

Dad, I don't want to hear it right now.

I'm just telling you the truth.
You have a future.

I don't want you to throw it away
for anyone.

I love you.

I love you.

-The plan was to get to the US.
-But not stealing.

-You should be ashamed.
-But I'm not.

Juan didn't even know
how much they're worth.

He just used them to dry his tears.

I don't even recognize you anymore.

World belongs
to the smart ones. You know that.

Give me the money.
I'm giving it back. It's his.

Did you forget
everything they took from us?

I paid the coyote.
We're leaving tomorrow.

What have you done?

Cata and I are not staying here.

You need to choose
between your family and strangers.

I'm feeling guilty.

-Did I do something wrong?
-Of course not.

I love everything you do. Honestly.

I think that's it.

We were having fun
and we didn't care about everyone else.

How is Lola?

Confused.

Juan Gris?

Destroyed.

Camila?

Repentant.

Nacho?

In denial.

DJ?

Anxious.

What about us?

Having fun.

How are you feeling?

Terrible. How about you?

Awful.

I shouldn't have shared the video.

But when I saw Juan Gris with Casco...

I get it. You wanted to protect Lola.

That doesn't make it right. I hurt her.

It's worse to hurt someone
behind their back.

To betray someone who helped you.

She was so happy
singing with Juan Gris at the party.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

I never saw her like that.

She's in love.

-So is he.
-Now they're apart.

What are we going to do?

Let's get them together.

How?

What connects them?

Let's go.

I can sing the saddest verses

Now I can't find myself
And I can't forget you

My ver...

I have the name of a pai...

No. I'm sorry.

I can sing the saddest verses

The day... I lost you

Now I can't find myself
And I can't forget you

Now I can't find myself

No. g*dd*mn.

No. I'm sorry.

Let's try again.

Now write this on your sky

And I want to feel

You're dying for me too

I don't want...

Set me free
I'm here to confess to you all

I have the name of a pai...

I no longer use color
I only use my words

No. I'm sorry.

g*dd*mn.

No. I'm sorry.

I can't, Melody.

I don't want any secrets

I want a world with you

Wait! Stop!

Chris, please, stop.

I need a minute.

What is it, Lola?

Are you okay?

Juan, calm down. It's okay.

Try again.

It's your birthday gift.

It's a new chance.

Okay. Let's do it.

I can sing the saddest verses

Tonight I remembered the moment you left

To think I don't have you
To feel I lost you

Now I can't find myself
And I can't forget you

May my truth not be judged

Set me free
I'm here to confess to you all

I have the name of a painter

But I no longer use color
I only use my words

To show my feelings

I'm sorry.

We love and we would never judge you.

How I feel about
My previous mistakes shows

What I think shows I'm madly in love

How I feel about
My previous mistakes shows

What I think shows
Talking love hurts

It's genuine. It's you.

You're amazing.

It's unconditional.

You helped me like a brother.

I'm sorry, man.

There's nothing to forgive.

This is perfect.

Try harder.

Come on. One more time!

My eyes don't lie

They're mirrors of my soul

Dreams light up
When you spread your wings

Your eyes don't lie

What are you doing?

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
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

My eyes don't lie
They're mirrors of my soul

Lola.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have shared that video.

You shouldn't have, no.

I was awful.

-It was awful.
-I made a mistake.

A huge one.

You're so similar.

I have to go.

Bye.

Please.

Like me again.

How could I not like you?

-I love you, stupid.
-I love you the most.

Crazy.

Keep an eye on them!

Hurricanes!

What's wrong with you, moron?

Stop it. Come on.

What's wrong with you?

Marcos, you can't do that.

This is a playoff, not a musical. Idiot.

-You're ruining the game.
-So what, as*h*le?

Players 86 and 44 are suspended.

Calm down.

I've been suspended
because of your behavior.

I don't give a damn. It was their fault.

Come on.

My old man is going to be so mad.

You screwed up.

So did you.

If you have issues,
why don't you get a shrink?

Keep on bothering me and I'll trash you.

I'll beat the hell out of you!

- I don't get Marcos. What happened?
-Nice game.

Don't let it affect you. He's an idiot.

Yeah. I'm done with him.
I don't want him in the team anymore.

What's wrong with you?

Tell me.

I know you.

Listen, man...

-Hi.
-Well done.

Thank you.

-You were great.
-Thanks.

Sure.

-I have a present for you.
-Really? Listen.

-See you later.
-Sure.

Take care.

So aggressive.

I know.

It shouldn't be like that.

It's a rough game,
but it's not violent like Marcos.

Were you watching from here?

I had to see it.

You were great.

You not so much.

Really?

For coming to watch you play?

Because of Juan Gris?

Or for kissing you?

For making my life so difficult.

One last kiss.

If you don't like it, I'll leave.

The ball is in your court.

I pretended to be my dad so many times.

I'm turning into him now.

You're not your dad.

The bar heist was a terrible idea.

It's serious.

I told you because I trust you.

The thing is you don't trust yourself.

A few years ago,
Juan Gris pleaded guilty

for a heist his dad was involved in.

If Roberto went to jail,

Juan Gris and Migue
would end up at a foster home.

Listen, Lola,

Juan Gris is the most honest guy I know.

Then why did he hide it?

He doesn't trust me.

That's not it.

But people from your world

think they can judge our lives
as if they knew us.

And we have nothing.

If he had told me,
I would never have dared to judge him.

But finding out the way I did...

There's nothing we can do.

What are you going to do?

Are you gonna be mad forever

or are you going to show him
that he can trust you?

Here's the song
we recorded with Juan Gris.

-I hope this works.
-So do I.

I'm sorry things
didn’t work out between us.

Yes.

We're not dead yet.

Are we?

No. Not yet.

Can you give this to Juan Gris?

Why don't you do it yourself?

I'd rather not.

That's okay.

FIGHT

Hi.

-Have you had breakfast?
-No.

This sauce is great.

What did you use?

I followed your recipe.

Wonderful.

It's better than mine.

It really is.

It's not. It's as good as his.

You're alike in everything.

Yes.

Even in the good things.

No.

You two are way better than me.

-Pass me the cheese.
-Sure.

What's that look on your face?

Why do you care?

He's cranky.

I'm fed up with Iván.

Stop it with that.

-You're always fighting.
-You always take his side.

I'm your sister.

I'll always be on your side.

Iván told me and Beni
to take his clothes off.

What?

How?

He wanted you to see his anklet
and walk away from him.

Lola. You're here.

Ready for another great show?

I have to go.

URGENT! CLICK TO INSERT PHOTO

WANTED

If you see Juan Gris,
tell him I'll be at the theater.

He doesn't have to pay for a ticket.
He's my special guest.

Okay?

Thanks, guys.

LOLA SENT YOU A PHOTO

Do you think he'll come?

I'd go, if I were him.

I'm not going.

But we're all set.

And look how cute we look.

Lola hates me.

Of course she doesn't.

We want the reward.

Don't make us force you.

Don't play hard to get.

Just go.

Are you going to play hard too, Roberto?

Is it a family thing?

Are you going?

Yes.

Come on.

We're here.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

Is this seat taken?

This is the third call.

Third call.

We're opening.

I want to dedicate this show

to a person I admire,

a person who has opened my eyes.

I also want to say I'm sorry
for not seeing,

for not believing,

for not understanding.

Juan Gris.

Will you sing with me today?

Come on.

I love you the way you are.

I love you more.

I can sing the saddest verses

Tonight I remembered the moment you left

To think I don't have you
To feel I lost you

Now I can't find myself
And I can't forget you

May my truth not be judged

Set me free
I'm here to confess to you all

I have the name of a painter

But I no longer use color
I only use my words

To show my feelings

How I feel about
My previous mistakes shows

What I think shows
Talking love hurts

Being lovesick is easy with you

We're different but we share lenses

And we agree it doesn't matter
What others think

If you're with me
I don't care what they have to say

And don't apologize

Because you've never hurt me

If your heart's in pain

I can heal you

This rap is not a song

I will seek my salvation
Neither winner nor loser

I'm Juan Gris, the reborn

One earns opportunities
With actions and deeds

And sadness is love

My redemption are your kisses

How I feel about
My previous mistakes shows

What I think shows I'm madly in love

How I feel about
My previous mistakes shows

What I think shows
Talking love hurts

I've become a fan of being with you

I've become a fan of being with you

I pray to you all night long

I pray to you all night long

Your temperature
makes my rhythm go faster

Tell me how you keep me like this

Tell me what I did to have you here

I'm still so close to you

A kiss runs through you
And I go into a frenzy

The sweetness of your mouth has me crazy

It's all a whirlpool spinning for you

If you knew what happens when I see you

My heart goes boom
I speed up

Pure poetry
Pure flow

Better than The Weeknd at the Superbowl

Me and you
On a rocket to the moon

Nobody like you

Because only you know me well

When we're together
I have a good time

I'm gonna heal

Your wounds

Soothe your pain

For good

I want to feel
You're dying for me too

I don't want any secrets

I want a world with you

IVÁN
MOBILE

Sara, I'm tired.

We're almost there.

Are you sure they said it was here?

How were the guys you gave the money to?

What's going on?

They fooled me, Ciro.

They got the money and took off.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

That I'm stupid.

I stole your friend's sketches
and got my money stolen.

Why aren't you answering my calls?

Get off my back.
I'm not giving you the drawings.

I don't care about the paintings.

We need to talk.

I have nothing to talk to you about.

You know you do.

Come in.

Please.

I never believed
Lucía died giving birth.

I need you to tell me the truth.

What happened
that night at the hospital?

Are you serious?

You know what happened.
She died. That's it.

I want you to tell me about Juan Gris.

Juan Gris is and will always be my son.

Close your eyes...

Just like in music,

silence is
what gives the melody a meaning.

Some works of art
need emptiness in order to exist.

Because even when you believe
there is no one and nothing,

whoever dares to look beyond

finds the light.