01x13 - The Catcher in the Rye

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What did I say, young man?

Can I spend the last night at home?

So that I can at least pack my bag.

Or do you want me to go like this?

Go ahead.

Un-app-re-cia-tive. There it is.

My father never thought I was serious.

I suppose he thought that
later on or the next day

I would go to him
begging to be taken back in.

But the decision had been made.

Eva and I would run away

because fate was conspiring in our favor.

And nothing in the world,
not family, not my country,

not the school, would separate us.

Part of the goodbye ritual
was writing a letter to my parents.

I admit that I succumbed
to the temptation of writing

with the intention
of making my father feel guilty.

I left before my parents woke up.

Once again, the plan came from Eva
and one of her favorite books.

The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger.

It was a story about a kid like me

who was expelled from school
and asked a girl like Eva

to live with him in a cabin in the woods.

EVA LASTING

THE CATCHER IN THE RYE
EPISODE 13

Mrs. Ana. Have you...

I can't find the car keys.

In your pocket?

- Which one? Yes, here they are.
- José.

Did the boy say goodbye to you?

- Did he leave already?
- He did.

He didn't say goodbye or have breakfast.
Weird, right?

TO MY PARENTS

"I want to thank you for your love,

guidance, and care over all these years."

"I would've wanted it to last longer,
but Dad was very clear last night."

"This time I want to listen to you
and stop causing problems."

"So I'm leaving, and I wish you
all the happiness in the world."

"I hope I can see you again someday."

"I love you very much, Camilo."

What does this mean?

What is this?!

What's this about you being very clear?

We need to find that delinquent.

If he wins this one, he'll win them all.

- Answer me. Did you tell him to leave?
- I didn't think he'd do it!

But I'll find him no matter what.

- Rosales, Tobías.
- Here.

- Salcedo, Martín.
- Here.

Samper, Eva.

- Sánchez, Roberto.
- Here.

- Suárez, Danilo.
- No Eva and no Granados.

So?

Who knows what
they've got themselves into.

They can do whatever they want.

I've washed my hands of them both.

What a drag, man,
because Granados was the sh*t.

Check out this curl kick.

Hey, kids.

- What's up, Mr. Granados?
- How are you?

- How are you?
- Fine, and you?

Fine. Let's say I'm fine.

Have you seen Camilo?

No, sir. He didn't come to school today.

That's it? Nothing else?

No, that's it.

Thank you very much.
Do you take me for a fool?

Do you think I buy that?
You're accomplices. You're all the same.

Send this message to Camilo.
He better get back before I find him.

If not, I'm gonna
remember this all my life.

- Do you understand what I just said?
- Yes, sir.

Twerps.

Man, those two idiots ran away together.

sh*t.

- Look. I brought you two presents.
- What?

- Really?
- Yes.

This will be our new bible.

- The Catcher in the Rye?
- And check it out.

These were my dad's,
but they'll look better on you.

- Really?
- Yes. Here, try them on.

You look very handsome.

I used to come here with my dad.

He likes to fish.

- It's great.
- Yes.

This will be our new home
who knows for how long.

Our new home.

Those words on Eva's lips
promised eternal bliss.

At that moment,
I felt powerful, invincible.

I felt I could do anything
with her by my side.

Can the people looking for you
find us here?

Well, my dad said he'd hide here
whenever he wanted to get away.

No one else knows it exists.

Just us.

What if they ask him?

Well, I don't know. Let's go day by day.
Show me what you brought.

Right.

First and foremost, I brought this,
because you can leave everything

except your soccer team.

Okay.

I also brought this
because I like to listen to the news

and sports programs.

Good idea. We can listen to music.

- Also...
- And this?

- Is this a diary?
- Yeah, kind of.

- Can I see it?
- Not yet.

Why not?

I'm a bit embarrassed.

It's just that the stuff in here

I don't want anyone to read yet,
not even you.

- No, but...
- No.

I'll read it when you're ready
for me to read it.

What else did you bring?

I brought...

this.

ONE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS

To read one story each night
before we go to sleep.

I also brought this

to feel closer to my mom.

Let me see.

This, well, obviously, my toothbrush.

I didn't...

- Didn't bring yours?
- No.

We'll use the same one.

- Really?
- Sure.

And...

In case of emergencies.

I don't know if you know where Camilo is.

If you know, I won't pressure you
to tell me, don't worry.

I came here to ask you,
if you do talk to him...

tell him I love him very much.

That I'm here for him.

Always.

That I don't care

about what his father said.

I'll always be here.
I'll never judge him for anything.

I don't care about what he will or did do.

Tell him to take care of Eva

and to take care of himself.

He can call me if he needs anything.

Please.

There's nothing at all.

Yes, we forgot about that small detail.

Are we gonna starve to death?
We're so far away, and...

We won't starve to death.

There's a supermarket in town.

Right, but I don't have any money.

Me neither.

Then what will we do?

I don't know.

That worries me more to be honest.

I like it.

It makes me feel
we're closer to each other.

From now on, everything we get

we'll have for ourselves
and only for ourselves.

Plus, don't worry.
We won't starve because we have this.

Remember?

I said we'd only use it
for emergencies. This is one.

Hello.

I had to accept Eva's latest mischief.

After everything
she had said at the cabin,

I couldn't afford
the slightest show of weakness.

And so there I was,
with my heart in my throat.

Eva.

Grab that one, yes.

- The pasta.
- The pasta?

- Yeah, over here.
- This one?

Lasagna?

- No, not that.
- I'll grab this one.

Okay.

That's it.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- Hello.

How can I help you?

No, easy.

We're good. I mean, sorry. I'm sorry.

We're looking for the section with

the cleaning supplies.

On the other side.

Fourth aisle to the left.

Right. Thank you very much.

The heist was a success,
and we solved the problem with the food.

And best of all,
we did it without using the g*n,

which would find
its final resting place that afternoon.

Thanks to you, I understand something now.

What?

Well...

I can't speak against violence

while I have a g*n to solve my issues.

I know I still
contradict myself a lot, but...

I want to thank you.

You helped me realize it.

This is definitely not a toy.

I can't find him. I searched everywhere.

It's as if he fell
off the face of the earth.

Right.

He must have his reasons for avoiding us.

I said it from the beginning. Having boys
and girls study together is a mistake.

These are the consequences.

The trouble started the minute
that girl entered the school.

That's not true.

What do you mean, Mrs. Ana?
Did you forget about Mother's Day?

About stealing the grades?

I'm sure that girl is behind this.

Did you forget that, thanks to that girl,
Camilo smoked marijuana?

So Camilo is stupid
and does whatever his friends say.

- Is that what you think?
- Judging by the facts, yes.

Why did he run away
right after that girl came here?

You have such selective memory.

You told him yourself
to leave last night, didn't you?

So now I'm responsible
for what your son does.

Our son.
We're talking about our son, José.

I don't know if you're responsible
for Camilo's behavior.

But I want us to think about

whether it's worth it for us
to stay together.

Excuse me?

What?

All this has made me think that you and I

are truly very different.

We think differently.

Is it bad for me to worry about my son?

Are you really worried about him
or yourself?

Because he challenged your authority.

Think about it.

- Those are very different things.
- No.

No, ma'am. I'm disciplining him with love.

I don't want him to lose his way
like other kids in this country.

- Because of a lack of discipline.
- Right, a lack of discipline.

Or is it a lack of love?

And understanding.

- That's what a boy needs most.
- This is bullshit.

- See what I mean. We think differently?
- You know how all this started?

There, with those papers.

When you started typing those papers,

reading trashy, weird stuff.
That's when it changed.

Okay, you're right.

That trash opened my mind.

It made me see that the world isn't right,
at least not for women.

That things won't change
unless us women make decisions.

What kind of decisions, Mrs. Ana?

Like ending this marriage?

Like ending things
I feel aren't right for me.

And doing what I think
is right for the world.

While at home my parents faced

the darkest hour
of the crisis I had caused,

I was lost in paradise,

living the happiest time
of my brief existence.

She read, and I wrote.

We didn't worry about the future.

We were willing to live day by day,
and to finish building that small

and utopian bliss
that belonged to us alone

and which was nothing less

than a gift from the universe
which was on our side.

The police are outside.

Get dressed quickly.
We'll go out the back.

Quick, there's no time.

- What?
- Get dressed.

Go!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Will you let us in?

Sure, come in.

- Here.
- Thanks.

Where were you two?

In a cabin at the Neusa Reservoir.

But the police came,
and we barely had time to escape.

Yeah, we pedaled all night
and waited out front

until we saw your mom leave for work.

So what's your plan?

For now, I need a place to hide.

Yeah. At least
until we figure something out.

Figure what out?

They wanna send me
to live in the US with my aunt.

- Because of your dad?
- Yes.

Yes. Could you let Eva stay here
at least until tomorrow?

Here?

Yeah, without your mom noticing.

Can I?

My son robbing a supermarket?

Yes, ma'am. In the municipality of Neusa.

This can't be.

Are you sure it was Camilo?

Yes, ma'am.
That's why we asked you to come.

This is a misunderstanding. No doubt.

Camilo is no thief.

- This can't be.
- Ma'am.

Today, young people go wrong all the time,
especially with a bad example at home.

Romero, a little respect, please.
Don't you see the drama...

Calm down, Mr. Granados.

Calm down. Start looking for your son.

Try to find him quickly.
Now, it's a supermarket, then, who knows?

And, besides, they are armed.

- You have that chick in your house?
- Yes.

- I'll need everyone to do the same.
- You're all crazy.

Man, help me, please.

Until I figure out a definite solution,
I don't know what to do.

The only solution
is that you stop listening to that chick

before you get into worse trouble.

Your parents talked to us.

- Yes, Arbeláez told me.
- Don't you care?

- That your parents are worried?
- I'll face them.

But first, promise you'll help Eva.

I don't like that chick.

That doesn't matter. I'm your friend,
and she's the woman I love.

Please.

You're the only people I have.

You're the only ones who can help.

If Eva leaves for the United States,

I'll die.

I swear, I'll die of heartbreak.

Please, help me.

You're my best friends,
throw me a lifeline.

I...

have to think about it.

Without completely solving Eva's problem,

I had to face my parents.

Hi.

It's not much, but that's all there is.

This is your dinner, right?

Yeah. I told my mom I'd eat in my bedroom.

Go ahead, I'm not hungry.

No, we can share it.

Okay.

What happened with the bikes?

Salcedo took one, Castro the other one.

- So they will help us?
- Sure. Don't worry.

Are these your creams?

It's for pimples.

I don't like it,
but I gotta use something.

And the brush?

I hate my hair.

Why?

Because it never goes up.
It's always down.

I brush it for an hour every night
before going to bed, and it's fine.

But in the morning,
I'm back to a droopy rag.

Well, I can help you
with your two problems.

Really?

I have a great remedy with water

for the pimples
and one with aloe for the hair.

f*ck yeah!

But can I ask you a favor?

Sure. What?

Don't tell the guys about this.

They won't understand
and will start bullying me.

What's the matter?

You're not doing anything wrong
by watching your appearance.

I'm sorry for leaving like that, but...

I was very scared at the time.

Don't worry, son.
What matters is that you're here now.

That you're okay, my love.

I still don't wanna leave home.

I don't wanna go
to a military academy either, Dad.

We'll talk about that later.

I want you to know I'm really glad
you're back and nothing bad happened.

That doesn't mean I approve of
what you did. There will be consequences.

But your mother is right.

You're here, and you're okay.

And Eva?

Where is she?

I don't know.

When we fled from the cabin,

we went different ways, and

we didn't meet again.

Lying to the authorities
is a crime, young man.

We believe him.

Anyway, if you know something about her,
please let us know.

She's a minor,
and her father is in serious trouble.

She can't be running around willy-nilly.

Yes. There's one last thing.

It was my idea to rob the supermarket.

Eva didn't know what would happen,
and it was too late when she found out.

- But it was me.
- Yeah, right.

Right, I'm sure.

Be careful with those ideas, young man.

Because right now, you're a minor.
You have no criminal record.

You can leave
once you pay for what you stole

and collect the belongings
we found in the cabin.

But mark my words.

If this happens again, you'll go to juvie.

Don't worry, Romero.
This won't happen again.

Right, kid?

Yes, sir. Yes.

We'll see.

So? How's Eva?

She's okay.
My mom hasn't noticed she's at home.

- Great.
- What did you put on your head?

Stop it, man!
Don't touch me. It's for dandruff.

- Gross.
- Okay.

- I need you to give her this letter, okay?
- Got it, man.

But she has to leave today.

What? Why?

Yeah, man.
My mom has the day off tomorrow.

She'll clean the whole house.
I can't hide her under the floor.

I know.

She can stay with me.

Yes.

I was thinking about it.

And I'll help you.

Dumbass.

JOSÉ MARÍA ROOT DISTRICT SCHOOL

Hi, Sara.

- Were you able to find what I asked?
- Yes, I have it here.

Here it is.

Statutes of Minors has all
the legal information for people your age.

Thanks, yes.

Why do you need it?

I'm in trouble with the law.

I'm not sure if you know, but...

- I participated in a robbery.
- What?

Of course, everybody knows.

- Really?
- Of course.

What will you do with that?

I'll prepare my defense.

With that?

No.

I'm sorry.

I think you should hire a lawyer instead.

Sure, that's the easiest way, but how?

Lawyers charge a lot, and I have no money.

Sure, yes.

I'd lend you some, but I have none.

Thanks. This is enough.

Thanks.

This is the exercise you need to solve...

In light of the circumstances,

I went from novels to legal literature.

I knew there was a solution
in the law to Eva's problem.

And even if I had to become
a legal expert,

I would find that solution,

because it was impossible
to hide her for the rest of her life.

Meanwhile, we had to go back
to communicating through love letters.

All right. My mom went to bed.
We have to go.

Okay.

How do I look? Good?

Yes. Much better than
dressing like a girl.

Shall we?

I read that law book twice
from top to bottom,

and I found a light of hope.

It was a complicated possibility,

because it required
my parents' participation.

But it was a possibility after all.

Are you serious, Camilo?

Yes, sir. Very serious.

If you want to do something for that girl,
tell her to show her face.

Don't you get that we're in love,
and we don't wanna be separated?

You're in love with the wrong person.

That girl caused you problems,
and she'll continue causing problems.

What a coincidence.

My parents used to say the same
when I fell in love with you, José.

- This is different.
- Why?

- I didn't have the trouble she has.
- You didn't?

No. And we're not talking about that.
We can't adopt her because...

She's old, right?

She's used to her lifestyle.
Her father is in jail.

You're her boyfriend. If we adopt,
she'll be your sister. That's weird.

No, it's not adopting her per se.

There's a legal concept
that allows stable families like us

to take temporary custody of minors
with problems who have no close relatives.

Yes, I researched it.

I commend you effort.

But it's impossible.

Come!

Careful.

Sorry.

Wait there.

Come in.

Over there.

I'm helping my mom.

What do you mean?
Those are not your clothes?

No.

I wish.

These are rich people clothes.

Like you.

My mom does the washing and ironing
and then she gives it back.

Yes, I know how it works.

Eva.

Please don't tell the guys, okay?

Why?

You're not doing anything wrong,
on the contrary.

Because they won't understand.

They won't understand,
and they'll start making fun of me.

And, no.

Honestly, I'd feel
really proud if I were you.

Not only for helping your mom,

but for knowing how to iron clothes.
It looks really hard.

Well...

Wanna teach me?

I'm sorry, Granados, but my mom got sick.

She'll probably take a sick day
and stay at home tomorrow.

Okay, it's fine.

- I understand. Thanks anyway.
- Sure.

Don't look at me.
I don't owe that chick any favors.

- It's not for her but for me.
- Then take her to your house.

I'm working on that, but I need time.

Come on, Martín, help me, please.

Let's do this.

Help me out and I'll do
all your trigonometry homework this year.

And chemistry?

Yeah, that too. Deal.

All right.

But I'm doing it for you.

This is really risky.

- Thanks.
- I'm doing it for Granados.

I know.

Can I ask you something?

Why do you dislike me so much?

Because you almost ruined our g*ng
and my sister.

- Do you really believe that?
- Yes.

Let's not talk so much.
I don't want my mom to hear.

In fact, let's prevent that.

I always fall asleep listening to music.

That's a pretty song.

It's by Raphael.

It's called "Estuve enamorado de ti."

Manuel Alejandro wrote it.
He writes all his songs.

Interesting.

Don't tell anyone that I sleep
listening to romantic ballads.

Why, are you embarrassed?

No.

But not everyone understands.

I think it's better to explain it
than to hide it.

I speak from my own experience.

This is the best part of the song.

Wow.

What did you think, Martín?

That I'm stupid, and I wouldn't notice
you sneaking her into the house?

- I can explain, Mom.
- Of course, you'll explain!

But only after you leave, young lady.

The police are waiting for you outside.

Who calls at this hour?

Hello?

Who's calling?

- Do you know what time it is, young man?
- Is it for me?

Yes. Your friend Salcedo.
He says it's urgent.

- Hello?
- My mom found Eva in my room.

- What?
- She called the police, and they took her.

sh*t.

This was bound to happen sooner or later.

- Even if it hurts, it's for the best.
- I'm sure it makes you happy.

No.

Because I know it hurts you.

- But you have to be strong.
- I won't see her again, Dad.

You can write to each other, can't you?

This way you can practice
the writing you like so much.

Don't worry. We'll make that trip
we've always wanted to make.

We'll visit Aunt Rosa Elvira
in the United States.

You can see her there.

Camilo, time goes by fast, man.

You'll be 18 soon. She'll come back.
And you'll see her.

Here, honey.

Okay, let's talk
and see if we can adopt Eva

while her dad's thing finishes.

- Really?
- Let's go, yes.

I never loved my father
as much as that day,

and I think my mother felt the same.

Besides, I could use some worldly help.

Are you sure your mom caught her?

Or did you try to get her caught?

I'm surprised, man.

I may be many things,
but I'm not a traitor.

It's pretty weird that she got caught
precisely when she was with you,

and you hate her.

I don't hate her.
I just don't like her. That's different.

Plus I promised. I'm a man of my word.

And I don't give a sh*t
about what you think.

- What will you do?
- Are you starting sh*t again?

No, but it pisses me off.

I do you a favor, and I end up burned.

- That's what I get for being an as*h*le.
- Calm down, man.

But what?

- Are we still on for trig and chemistry?
- No, that's over. You got caught.

Mom!

Dad!

Hey.

How did it go?

Not so good, son.

Why?

Eva's dad didn't want us to have her.

He preferred her aunt.

Where's Eva?

Where?

Right now, she's on a plane

flying to the United States.

She left you this.

PABLO NERUDA


"Don't go far off, not even for a day,"

"Because...

Because I don't know
how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you,
as in an empty station

when the trains are parked
somewhere off, asleep."

"Don't leave me, even for an hour
because then

the little drops of anguish
will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home

will drift into me,
choking my lost heart."

Your group assignment
will be about the Latin American Boom.

You may choose any author.

It can be García Márquez, Vargas Llosa,
Carlos Fuentes, Julio Cortázar,

or someone else.

Returning to the Boom authors
and their critical views,

like Miss Estela had wanted in the past,

was no more and no less
than a veiled tribute

from the school's principal to Eva.

So? Should we go to 68
to do the assignment?

No, man, I can't.

I have to go home and iron some clothes.

What if we do it at your house?

Aloe?

Yeah, aloe.

Look, you take it,

and apply it at night.

Easy.

In the morning,
you wash it off with shampoo.

- That's it, man. It looks awesome.
- Seriously?

Seriously. Touch it.

Let me see.

- Cool, right?
- That's great.

Yeah. And you know what, Castro?

I have the solution for your pimples.

- What?
- Look.

Drink 20 glasses of water per day.

That's it, man. Goodbye pimples.

Why didn't you tell us before?

I didn't know. Eva told me about it.

- Sorry, Granados.
- It's cool, Arbeláez.

What if we stop chatting
and start with the assignment?

Sure, go ahead.

I thought we could analyze the writer
who wrote this book, Pablo Neruda.

That one.

Is he from the Boom?

No, he's not from the Boom,
but he's a great Latin American writer.

Let's do it. You're the expert.

Cool. I'll read some of these poems here.

All right, go.

Can I turn it up?

Sure, go ahead.

It's awesome.

It's from Roberto Carlos.

- From his album Un gato en la oscuridad.
- Yeah, turn it up.

"Oh, may your silhouette
never dissolve on the beach."

"May your eyelids never flutter
into the empty distance."

"Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment
you'll have gone so far

I'll wander mazily over all the earth
asking, Will you come back?"

"Will you leave me here, dying?"

Hey man! Turn that sh*t off.

It's fine. I'm okay.

Turn it up.

You know what?

I don't know what we'll have to do
or how we'll get the money, but...

I'm going to the US to look for Eva.

Right on, man.

Just say what we need to do,
and we'll do it.

We'll support you, Granados.

We're here for you, Granados.

- Leaving for the United States?
- Yes!

When, how, with what?

When? As soon as possible.

I can't answer the other two questions,
but I'm working on it.

But...

- I'll get it.
- Come here, kid.

- Hello?
- I know you're desperate.

You're heartbroken.
But it's not easy to go to the US.

I know, but I just need your permission
to leave the country.

- I'll deal with it.
- How?

How much is a ticket to the US?
Where will you stay?

- At Aunt Rosa Elvira's. I thought...
- Camilo.

One moment.

It's for you.

- Who is it?
- I don't know. It's urgent.

Don't take too long.
I'm expecting a work call.

- What did you say?
- Hello?

Hey. This is Luisa.

Hey. How are you?

Can we talk?

I'm a little busy right now,
but sure, talk to me.

I need to tell you
something urgent, Camilo.

What?

I think I'm pregnant.

That unexpected call
shattered my trust in the gods

and was an early revelation
that sometimes love

is the favorite theme
for a grand tragicomedy

where humans are just puppets
in an absurd game

with which they fight
the terrible boredom of eternity.

It was time to grow up

and accept that Eva would
always be the living memory

of the first woman in my life.

The woman who taught me how to love,

whom I would never forget.