01x05 - Episode 5

[bunniefuu]

[discordant music playing]

[somber music playing]

EIGHT MONTHS
AFTER IZÚCAR

[gentle piano music playing over record]

[knocks]

[Dr. Cuenca] Daniel.

From what hell did you escape?

[tender music playing]

Welcome home, son.

[Daniel] I took one of your sweaters.

That's no problem at all. Come, sit down.

-[sighs]
-Eat something.

Let me...

Let me look at you.

Hmm.

I think you need glasses.

Hmm!

And you need
copious amounts of sleep and food.

Your letters stopped coming.

[grunts softly]

I'm sorry.

With the federal army at our heels,
I didn't have time to write.

Huerta is pigheaded.

But he won't win.

I was acting as a liaison
between the farmers in the south

and the rebels in the north.

Then I went to Chihuahua
with Villa and Ángeles's fighters.

There's no stopping them with b*ll*ts.

But you don't even know
how to sh**t a g*n.

Everyone had to learn how to sh**t,
even the children.

Since Madero's m*rder last year,
everyone is turning against one another.

Carranza hates Villa,
Zapata is in the south.

Ultimately, our goal
was to enter Mexico City,

but we kept losing and they kept winning.

And now I'm here.

And judging by the state you're in,
you have to stay here.

-Is it the doctor speaking or the father?
-It depends.

Which one are you
most likely to listen to?

Daniel, you've always been
an amazing storyteller.

You know how to see the world
through other people's eyes.

The Mexico of your childhood
you know and love

has ceased to exist.

A new Mexico is struggling to be born
right before your eyes.

Tell your country's story.

Don't fight against it.

But how am I supposed to do that
if I'm staying here?

You've seen enough to write a whole novel.

[typewriter dings]

[Daniel] If there ever existed a manual
on how to start a revolution,

in Mexico, it would likely
end up tossed in the fire.

No one here seems to agree on how
to fight and on who the enemy is.

Huerta thinks he's won,

but his regime smells
of terror and imported liquor.

He punctuates every execution order
with a glass of brandy

worth twice the monthly salary
of the average Mexican.

"As disturbing as that sounds,
history has demonstrated

that drunk dictators
don't tend to live very long."

I learned that from you.

[Dr. Cuenca] You should rest.

Go to bed.

I will. Sleep well.

[calming music playing]

YOU ARE THE ONLY REASON I LIVE.

[typewriter clacking]

[sighs]

[Dr. Cuenca] Last night,

I dreamt about the trees
your mother planted in the garden.

I wonder if they're still there.

[Daniel] They haven't moved.

Do you remember when we thought
you had disappeared?

It was a few days
after I had brought you back home

after living with Milagros.

I woke up in the middle of the night
and your bed was empty.

I was thrown into a panic.

I woke up your mother.

And if it hadn't been for Diego Sauri,
she would have k*lled me.

The next day, we found you
in a state of near hypothermia.

Up in the bay laurel tree.

[chuckles] I don't remember.

One Sunday,

a few days after you had left
with Don Camilo,

Emilia disappeared.

We found her at the same place.

You hadn't mentioned her since I got here.

I was waiting for you to bring her up.

But you were taking too long.

[Daniel chuckles]

[groans softly]

Make room for your old man.

[grunts]

How is she?

She's in Chicago.

With Dr. Hogan.

He's mentoring her.

And she's auditing classes
at the university.

She'll be a wonderful doctor.

She's always been one.

She's special.

Does she know you're here?

No.

Emilia...

Emilia's a jewel.

I can't keep taking away her brilliance.

I have no right to do that.

[sighs] I'm ashamed I asked her

to give up on her own dreams
just so I could live out mine.

I can't bring myself to write her
because on one hand...

she's the most
important person in my life.

But on the other,
I'm more at peace when she's not around.

[sniffling]

[melancholic music playing]

[Daniel crying]

-[Dr. Cuenca] They said that to you?
-[Daniel] Yes!

When the music started, they screamed,
"No, please, Daniel, don't dance!"

[Daniel chuckles]

Then they would force me to sit down...

[sighs]

Your mother was a great dancer...

[sighs]

What else happened? Keep telling me.

[Daniel] I stood in the street
and sang loudly.

[laughing]

I even played the flute.

Don't...

She found a friend in Jacinta.

[tender music playing]

[Daniel sighs]

[sighs]

[birds tweeting]

[sighing]

[exhales]

[grunts softly]

Father?

[mournful music playing]

[Daniel sniffling]

[crying softly]

[mournful music continues]

LOVESICK
BASED ON THE NOVEL BY ÁNGELES MASTRETTA

[upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[trolley bell clanging]

Oh!

[car horn blares distantly]

[low-key music playing]

[Emilia groans]

[Emilia] Don't worry, I'm fine.
It's just a scratch.

[Dr. Hogan] This time it's a scratch,

but next time the streets of Chicago
could leave you paralyzed.

[sighs]

-You're so dramatic.
-[Dr. Hogan] I speak from experience.

I almost hit my head on the pavement once.

-[Emilia] Mm-hmm.
-All right. Let me see.

-Ah! No more ice, I beg you.
-What?

I'm kidding.

Kidding.

Ah, because the ice made you slip.

-[chuckles]
-Got it.

-Yes.
-Funny.

-All right, let's get to work.
-[blows]

Now, connect the electric cable.

-[Emilia] The small one?
-[Dr. Hogan] Yes, the small cable.

-Like this?
-There you go.

[sighs]

Now, separate the tubes.

When you see bubbles like that,
it means there's protein in the water.

Good, now let's just see...

-ah, if the magic happens.
-[gasps]

[bubbles fizzing]

-The message begins here.
-[typewriter clacking]

In the soma.

What structures in the nervous system

are responsible
for maintaining the efficiency

of this process?

-Sir?
-The nerve fiber.

[man] The nerve fiber.

[professor] Exactly.

[gentle music playing]

Hmm!

Not bad.

[bell clanging]

[indistinct chatter]

Helen.

-Emilia.
-Nice to meet you.

If you always know the answers,

why do you never raise your hand?

Well, you know,

Professor Taylor only accepts women
in his classroom

under the condition that we don't speak.

How'd you get in?
I thought I was the only one.

[Emilia] I'm not a real student.
It's a favor.

I'm not officially in...

Why are you reading a Texas newspaper?

It has news from Mexico.

What's in Mexico?

Hmm.

My family.

The w*r.

And the writer of this article.

Oh, now that's interesting.

[laughs]

You want one?

No, thanks.

All right.

One day, they're gonna find out
those things k*ll.

Well...

[man] Then we started to dance and...
Oh, no, don't start now!

["The Easy Winners" by Scott Joplin
playing on piano]

So, what do you think?
Would Cuenca approve of this?

It's like I'm back at his house. [laughs]

You know what? Let's walk around.

You meet some people,
you gotta make some friends. Come on.

Follow me.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Hi, gentlemen.
This is Emilia, one of my students.

Oh, so you're the Mexican.

-Uh, the Mexican?
-[Emilia] Yes.

My father's Mexican.
I'm glad to finally meet a relative.

-Same here.
-[both laugh]

[man] I've never been to the fatherland,

but I hear that
the Mexican government is so unstable.

-Well, that's a way of putting it.
-Tell me about Pancho Villa.

You know, the Mexican cowboy?

I saw his photo in the newspaper.

He's a gorgeous specimen.

-Oh!
-Oh!

-Oh, my God!
-No.

-Oh, I'm-I'm so sorry.
-[laughs]

[sighs]

-[knock on door]
-Occupied.

[door opens]

Oh, thank God it's you.

[Emilia] Helen.

Hi.

Help. I'm hiding.

-All three of them are here. All three.
-Who?

Richie, Bruno and Paul.

Please, Emilia,

can you go check
and see if they're still here?

-Please?
-Okay.

Go, go, go.

[both chuckle]

You're insane.

[indistinct chatter
and piano music continues]

The one with the...

-Hat.
-Yes.

[Helen sighs]

[Emilia] The one with the mustache?

-That's Bruno.
-Well, he's here.

Is-is there one with a pipe?

Ooh.

Yes, yes, there is one.

[both laugh]

Okay, I'm going out
with all three of them,

and they were not supposed
to come to the party.

But they just decided
to show up and surprise me.

I mean, I can't stand gentlemen.

[laughs]

What?

Are you gonna judge me now?

Never.

I assure you,

no one understands better than me
what it's like to love

more than one person at the same time.

[gasps] Oh, and another one just arrived.

Oh, no. Who?

[Zavalza] Oh.

-Thank you.
-[John] Pleasure is all mine.

-[Zavalza] Thank you, John.
-[Dr. Hogan] Thank you, John.

[wistful music playing]

Hey. Are you okay?

-Hmm?
-Looks like you just saw a ghost.

Sort of.

[dramatic music playing]

[Zavalza] Do any of them
give you a hard time?

[Dr. Hogan] No, not at all.
They're eager to learn.

Zavalza?

[uplifting music playing]

What are you doing here?

Emilia.

I'm very sorry.

Dr. Cuenca has died.

[gasps softly]

No.

[crying softly]

No.

When?

A few months ago.

And nobody thought to inform me?

The postal service in Mexico
is barely functioning.

I thought that since I had business here,
I should tell you in person.

Thank you.

How sad that he should die alone
in another country.

He wasn't.

He was...

with Daniel.

All I can tell you is that,

when Salvador arrived in Austin,

Daniel returned to Mexico
and has been writing from there.

Hmm. Of course he has time
to write for the newspapers.

Are you seriously
complaining about Daniel to me?

Did you come all this way
just to tell me that?

No.

No, I came to get
some equipment for a new project.

[Emilia] What kind of project?

I'd prefer not to say.

In case it doesn't pan out.

[fire crackling]

And you?

How are you?

I'm fine.

I'm auditing classes at the university,

and I'm assisting Dr. Hogan in the lab.

I'm learning a lot.

I'm happy for you.

[sighs]

Would you like

another apology?

No.

There's nothing left to forgive.

[sniffles]

Sometimes, I feel guilty
for not being there.

Where?

In Puebla.

In Mexico. In reality.

This place is also very real.

You can't be everywhere all at once.

I know that.

I learned the hard way.

Milagros told me about Jacinta.

[chuckles]

To be honest, I constantly thought of you
when I was in Izúcar.

Really?

In part because

Jacinta kept saying...

[chuckles] ...how stupid I was

for leaving the kind and handsome doctor.

But mostly it was because...

every morning,
she and I would offer medical help

to anyone who came to visit
our little makeshift clinic.

Mm, did you cure everyone in Izúcar?

I felt so out of my depth.

And I couldn't ask for your help.

Once, I found a book in the library

that explained all the symptoms
of a patient with diabetes,

but it was too late to help the poor man.

I cried all night.

I've often felt
out of my depth over the years.

Puebla may not be an active w*r zone
like other places,

but the violence and hunger
are widespread.

I thought I would have
more time to investigate.

To discover the origin
of those tumors I showed you.

The bad cells.

Hmm. [chuckles]

But right now with all the chaos,
there are much more pressing matters.

[soft music playing]

Mm.

If you're free tomorrow,
I want to show you the university lab.

There are so many brains in formaldehyde,
you feel like a child in a candy shop.

Oh, and you could come
to Professor Taylor's class with me.

He's also leading studies
on neuronal tumors.

Emilia.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

But why?

There's nothing for me here.

[melancholic music playing]

[bells tolling distantly]

[Dr. Hogan] Magical, isn't it?

Yes.

To Cuenca.

And to all the souls we may have lost.

To love and heaven.

-Mm.
-To love and heaven.

Here, come.

Let's escape to a kinder world.

Mm.

If you're lucky,

you might find Cuenca among the stars.

Do you think I can also find
my living loved ones?

Oh, yes. Of course.

-Hmm.
-[sighs]

I can see why you miss your family.

You've told me so much about them

that I'm beginning to miss them too,
even if we've never met.

Sometimes, in my dreams,

I'm at the apothecary
with your father and our dear Cuenca.

Or I'm talking
about literature with your mother

and even getting into debates
with your aunt Milagros.

[Helen] Trying to find distant wars again?

I'm trying, but I can't find any.

[Taylor] This exam is more
than half of your grade for the semester.

[Helen] Why are you taking the exam
if you're not in the class?

You're a masochist.

[Emilia] No one will read it,
so it doesn't matter.

I want to see what questions he asks.

[Helen] Here it comes.

[uplifting music playing]

[sighs]

[bell clangs]

[Helen sighs]

[Helen] Hmm.

You answered everything? Can I see?

-Sure.
-[laughs]

Can I keep it?

Yes.

[Emilia chuckles]

[liquid bubbling]

[Dr. Hogan] Professor Taylor
mentioned you the other day.

He wants me out of his class?

No, no, no, no.

It was about your exam.

What?

How did he get it?

Helen.

He said he had trouble
reading your writing,

but he also said that you were

the only one

who wrote an answer
for all the questions on the test.

Mm.

Well, I didn't think
he was going to read it.

It's much easier to answer
when there's no pressure.

Would you be interested
in living in Chicago, Emilia?

I already live here.

Yes, but have you
considered remaining here?

Long-term?

Home is anywhere you want it to be.

And you will always be welcome in my home.

But only if you stop
practicing your suturing on my oranges.

[sighs]

Look at that. Impeccable.

[chuckles]

Back, back, front.
Back, back, front. Back, back, front.

-I couldn't do it better myself.
-[laughing]

Of course you should stay.

-[Emilia] Until when?
-[Helen] Forever.

We go into business together,
open an all-female medical practice,

and you and I will rule Chicago.

Thank you for turning in my exam.

You're welcome.

I mean, I hate seeing wasted talent.

[both laugh]

-Good evening. Emilia Sauri?
-That's me.

[sighs] I want to stay and read them.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

-No way.
-But...

But I haven't heard from anyone in months.

What could be so important today
that hasn't been so important in months?

Come on, let's go.

-The night is young.
-All right, I'll read them later.

[Helen] Yes, sure, read them later.
Let's party.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[lively music being played]

[laughing]

Ah!

[both laughing]

Mademoiselle.

[lively music continues]

[faint applause]

[upbeat piano music playing]

[car passing]

[sighs]

[Josefa] Sol is pregnant
with her second child.

She's glowing, just like she did
during her first pregnancy.

She came over for breakfast
with Felipe the other day.

He's already 3 years old.
Time really does fly.

[Milagros] Thank God
he doesn't look like his father.

Did your mother tell you they lost
all the sugar mills in the south?

I predicted it would happen...

[Josefa] Your father misses you more than
he misses swimming in the Caribbean Sea

when he was just a boy.

[Diego] Your mother is trying
very hard to cope with your absence.

She always prepares
an extra portion for you,

just in case you show up one day.

As for myself, I'm glad you're up there,
away from the chaos.

DEAR EMILIA,
DANIEL IS LOST IN THE NORTH.

WE FEAR HE IS DEAD. I AM SORRY.
SALVADOR AWAITS YOU IN AUSTIN.

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Emilia] Helen?

[indistinct chatter continues]

[laughing]

[Daniel] Emilia.

[dramatic music playing]

[woman singing in Spanish]

[Emilia breathing heavily]

[crying]

[no audio]

[woman vocalizing]

[sighs]

[Emilia] So his last article was published
two months ago, in May.

What's the last place
you went to look for him?

A town northwest of Chihuahua.

[Emilia] I'll start there.

There's a good chance
you'll only find his body.

It feels as if I have lost my own.

[sighs]

My...

My father always said
that Daniel had nine lives.

-[sighing]
-Aunt Milagros used to say that too.

[crying]

Come on. [clears throat]

Get it together.

I'm the widow here.

[both laugh]

[exhales]

[steam hissing]

[train whistle blows]

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Good afternoon.

Hello.

Let me just...

Here.

Tell me, what is a woman like you

hoping to find
in this forsaken corner of the world?

Would you believe me if I said...

my life?

Hmm. No.

Regardless, welcome to Chihuahua.

Who's in power here now?

Hmm...

Everyone and no one.

Good day.

-[train chugging]
-[bells clanging]

[train whistle blows]

[dramatic music playing]

Excuse me, have you seen this man?

Sir, have you seen this man?

No, I'm sorry.

Have you seen this man?

Have you seen him?

Have you seen this man before?

[woman] No, no. Sorry.

[man] No. Sorry.

No.

[dramatic music continues]

-[steam hissing]
-[train whistle blowing]

[Emilia] Hi, any chance
you've seen this man?

No, ma'am.

[Emilia sighing] Thank you.

Sorry to bother you.

H-have you seen him?

Yes, a few moments ago.

-You did?
-Yes.

He's probably getting on the next train.
He headed that way.

Thank you!

Daniel?

[gentle music playing]

Daniel!

Daniel.

Bread?

No. No, thank you.

[mellow acoustic music playing]

LIFT YOUR LITTLE FEET
BECAUSE YOU'RE STEPPING ON MY SOUL

[dramatic music playing]

[man] Go that way.

-Thank you.
-My pleasure.

[insects buzzing]

[bird screeching distantly]

-Good day.
-[woman] Good day.

[breathing heavily]

Good day.

[woman] What do you want?

[panting]

I want to find this man, right here.

He was with General Arteaga's troops.

Come with me.

Arteaga's men went that way.

[dramatic music playing]

You can probably find him here.

Oh.

[dour music playing]

You're lucky they stopped
burning the bodies.

-[Emilia] Why did they stop?
-[flies buzzing]

[woman] One night, we heard screams
coming from the pile of burning bodies.

[Emilia gasps softly]

[flies continue buzzing]

[solemn music playing]

[gasps softly]

[inhales sharply and sighs]

[flies buzzing]

[gasps]

[tense music playing]

[sniffles]

[dramatic music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[donkey braying distantly]

[sighs]

[crying weakly]

[whimpers]

[cries]

[man mumbling]

[glass shatters]

[man] Damn it!

[grunts]

[shivers]

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

[woman] It's good, right?
I better never hear you complain again.

[indistinct chatter continues]

[man 1] Cheers, my friend.

[woman] Another one? Ah!

-[man 2] Cheers.
-[man 1] Cheers.

-Here you go. Don't spill that one.
-[man 3] Thank you.

Of course.

Where are you gonna find the money for it?

[man 4] I have my ways.

-Ah, sure, I believe you.
-[man 4] Ah!

[woman] Never trust

the word of a drunk man.

Food?

Pardon?

Want something to eat?

Bucko, what kind of meat is that?

This is the driest horse I've ever eaten.

My cook died last week.

Here, it's better in a tortilla.

Your eyes are all red and swollen.

I bet you've been crying over a man.

Mm...

I was told he died.

That tends to happen around here.

Do you have somewhere to sleep?

I can rent you a room.

Thank you.

Show me your hand.

You burned yourself.

[woman] Mm, the griddle gets very hot.

What have you got there?

[Emilia] Something to help you heal.

I'll reapply some tomorrow morning.

You made it?

My father's an apothecary,

and I know some medicine.

What are you doing here exactly?

Like I said,

looking for a dead man.

All right, do you have a photo? Show me.

Is he really worth all these tears?

No one with that kind of face
is worth crying over.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Hey, lady.

Is this your dead man?

[footsteps approach]

[dramatic music playing]

[gasps softly]

[gasps]

[exhales]

[dramatic music continues]

["Solo la Noche"
by Laura Itandehui playing]

[woman singing in Spanish]

[song ends]

[dramatic music playing]

[music ends]

[uplifting music playing]

[music ends]

[gentle acoustic music playing]

[music fades]