01x14 - Episode 14

[bunniefuu]

Mariana

Go away! I can't stand drunks.

And I can't stand

that you keep rejecting me.

I gave you 20 years of my life,

a daughter and a family.

It's your turn to give me something.

Don't talk like that!

We agreed to give Sara a home.

We started a family, not a business.

Either way,

the only one benefitting is you.

You're the one who wanted a kid,

and you got your wish.

It hurts me a lot to hear that.

That you made such a sacrifice

all these years.

That Sara would mean so little.

No. I won't allow that.

You know very well

that Sara means everything to me.

That you mean everything to me.

And you took advantage of that love.

You used me.

No, sir. I didn't use or trick you.

I was always up-front with you.

Why is it so hard for you?

Twenty years of my life,

of devotion, of love.

That's not enough

for you to at least try to love me?

Rogelio, no!

Understand this.

Nothing will ever happen between us. Ever.

You're like your dad.

We're all just a bunch of servants to you.

-That is not true.

-No?

Then tell me, if I hadn't found that baby,

would you have even looked at me?

Hmm?

Uh-huh. You didn't just use me.

You used Sara to forget your dead son.

Mariana!

Mariana!

Mariana!

Mariana!

Open the door, please.

Open it!

Open the door, please.

I'm sorry, Mariana.

I didn't mean to say that.

I said things I didn't mean.

I didn't mean to say it.

Please forgive me.

Open!

Thoughts?

I think you're being irresponsible.

Oh, Mati.

Don't start lecturing me like my mom.

Quite the contrary.

I'm avoiding your mom k*lling you

for leaving without permission.

And not studying.

You're really bailing on me?

It's a two-person project.

You can say I didn't do it.

What's the problem?

And what'll you tell Josefina

when she sees you?

Josefina won't see me, okay?

Oh, you're going to turn invisible now?

No, but almost.

Here's what we're going to do, cousin.

After I go down, you'll pull the sheets up

and close the window.

When I come back,

I'll throw small stones at the window,

and you'll throw the sheets down

so I can come up. Okay?

That's it. As if nothing ever happened.

I love you, cousin. I won't be late.

Hi.

Soda with lime, please. Thanks.

A beer.

It's on me.

Thanks, but no.

You don't drink?

Yeah, but not beer.

What do you drink?

You know what, if I wanted something,

I'd have asked for it myself.

Fair enough,

but why don't you let anyone treat you?

Well, because I tend not to let

strangers like you treat me.

Let's chat, then.

So, that's how you usually pick women up?

A beer, a smile, a handshake.

And that's it.

Uh-huh.

I think you should try a little harder,

shouldn't you?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

You like getting picked up

the old school way.

-Thanks.

-Right?

With a serenade, flowers,

picking you up in a car.

-Or a carriage with white horses.

-Yup.

You know what? Yes.

I like romantic men, attentive men.

Do you think I don't deserve that?

You deserve that and more.

Thank you.

Maybe I could've done it on another day,

but now it's different.

Oh, yeah? Why?

Just between us,

today life taught me that

I shouldn't leave for tomorrow

what I can enjoy today. You know?

Mm.

Philosopher?

No, just asking.

Or maybe you haven't lived long enough

to understand.

Let's see if I got it.

I'm the old-fashioned one,

but not the guy talking

like he's 50 years old.

-You think?

-Yeah.

I do.

When you look death in the face,

your life changes.

Cheers.

Cheers.

LEGAL SCIENCE

CIVIL CODE

Good evening.

Good evening.

-Is there any coffee left?

-Yes, sir.

-Want me to get it for you?

-No, I got it. Don't worry.

I don't want to interrupt you.

I suggest you try

another way to stay awake,

or you'll graduate with gastritis.

There's a lot of all-nighters ahead.

And cold coffee isn't much help.

Tell me about it.

I've been studying all night.

I mean, we have.

Sara and I.

Both of us, together.

Um, Sara's upstairs in the bedroom.

She just doesn't feel well.

The coffee's for her too.

For Sara who's upstairs.

Studying.

You don't have to explain to me.

Yes, sir.

-Thank you so much.

-Okay.

Let's dance.

I can't. I'm waiting for someone.

Ah, I thought you were one of those girls

who waited for no man.

And who says I'm waiting for a man?

So let's dance

while you wait for your friends.

And they can wait for you.

Or are you scared?

-Me? Scared?

-Mm-hmm.

That's enough.

-Why?

-I have to go.

Can't I have your name at least?

What for? If you could die tomorrow.

Then stay for tonight.

You know what? Don't misunderstand this.

Just because we danced for a bit

doesn't mean there's anything between us.

If you'll excuse me.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Nice time to get home.

Why are you in my room?

What? This is my room.

Well, all the doors look the same.

I see you're feeling better.

Yes. Why?

Because, just a second ago,

Matilde told me you couldn't study

because you were very sick.

Sick enough for the E.R.

But I see you're feeling well enough

to go out for a bit, huh?

Okay, well, good night.

See you tomorrow.

Matilde, open up.

Matilde.

Matilde, open up.

Get up, Matilde.

-Get up!

-I'm sleeping.

Why didn't you open the window?

That was all I asked.

And to top it off, you locked the door.

Because of you the professor saw me

like this and Josefina almost saw me.

Because of me?

Whose fault was it, then?

You shouldn't have gone out.

Oh, Matilde.

Again with your delusional motherly rants?

Sara, I really want to be a lawyer.

Perfect. Who's stopping you?

We were both supposed to do the work.

And did you do it?

Well, yes.

Perfect, Mati.

So, look, give me the work. I'll study it,

and the next assignment we get,

I promise I'll do the whole thing.

I won't agree to that.

Please. I'm begging you.

I haven't studied any of it.

And you know

the professor has it in for me.

Now it's worse because he knows

I'm not sick like you told him.

Please? Will you help me?

We only have two hours until sunrise.

Where's the work? Here?

Where is it?

Here?

Matilde, give me the work.

Over there.

Everything you need to study is there.

Good night.

I can't believe it.

Who needs enemies with you as a cousin?

Exactly.

Each year we invite

the center's children

to spend a weekend at the ranch.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Want to go? Let's go.

Sara.

Joe.

We're going to do

the treasure hunt in pairs.

-Joe, me and you.

-So

Your first job will be to gain the trust

of the day laborers.

Then, you'll tell me

who I can use and who I can't

-in the next business venture.

-And they'll trust the newbie?

You said you knew how to get information.

Plus, I didn't pick you

just for your personality.

But because I'm Black, too.

You catch on quick. That's good.

What's the venture?

I'm going to start my own marijuana farm.

I said I don't want partners.

I want to control production and export.

-And I'd be your right hand?

-Assistant.

Assistant.

I have the land south of the Valley

for when you find loyal people.

What's the deadline?

Now.

We need everything done now.

You get the people,

I'll handle the supplies for planting.

We have two weeks

to get it off the ground.

Okay.

Take a walk and get to know the estate.

We'll talk later.

Remember, my assistant, to everyone.

I don't get it.

No one's ever lacked anything here.

If they were so unhappy,

they could've told me. They can trust me.

All of you can too.

It may be that not all of them feel

they have that trust you mentioned.

Then why didn't you tell

me sooner, Graciliano?

I trust in you.

In how you lead everyone.

Okay, we'll analyze your concerns

and continue discussing them with you.

Okay, please go and start your work.

-Excuse me, madam.

-Excuse me.

What's going on here?

They're poaching our day laborers.

Who?

The new head of El Búcaro.

It's double the pay

and ten of them left without notice.

And they get paid vacations.

What do they want next, a union?

That's unfair competition, Graciliano.

I see nothing ill*gal, ma'am.

Does anyone know

who the new owner of El Búcaro is?

-Has anyone seen him?

-No, sir.

I don't even know his name.

They say he's a foreigner.

Now he's a ghost too.

We have to talk to him.

Thank you all for coming.

My name is Joseph Stewart.

And I am here

so we can build a dream together.

I know that many of you

have worked these lands for many years.

Getting it ready to bear fruit.

Fruits you never had the chance to enjoy.

But that's over now.

Because unlike where you used to work,

where they treated you

like mere day laborers,

here I want you

to take part in the prosperity too.

For us to be a family.

Therefore, I promise you a dignified life,

fair working hours

so you can spend time with your families.

I want your children to grow up happy

on this land that belongs to you,

to all of you.

Because I'm not looking for workers,

and especially not sl*ves.

I'm looking for partners.

So, if the harvest here

at El Búcaro goes well,

it goes well for us all.

Bravo!

Thanks.

Welcome, sir.

How great to have you in your home.

Very good work, Ángel.

Thank you. I did everything you asked.

-And how's it going with hiring workers?

-Very well.

As you saw,

we have ten workers from La Victoria.

But by the end of the week

I plan to have another ten to fifteen.

Why are you here?

Who are you?

Nice to meet you. Joe.

I'm Rogelio Benítez's new assistant.

Rogelio never said he had a new assistant.

Because I just got here.

If you're looking for Mr. Benítez,

he's not home.

He brought me here.

But he's busy,

and I wanted to say hello to the family.

You are?

Ofelia Arbeláez.

Ofelia, nice to meet you.

My boss tells me

his wife and daughter live here as well.

Yes.

Mrs. Mariana is working on the ranch,

and the girl, Sara, is in Cali.

In Cali.

If I can't help you with anything else,

I'll ask you to please

Young man.

I don't know if Mr. Benítez told you

the rules of this house,

but just in case,

a piece of advice.

It's best not to enter the house

without being invited.

Mr. Alfredo doesn't like the

workers

to be too familiar with the family.

Is that clear?

Crystal clear.

Excuse me.

Okay,

so, do we act like we're in a school

giving a lesson to everyone or something?

One of the talents

a good attorney must have

is the gift of speaking in public.

The gift of oratory.

Do you feel qualified

to do the exposition?

Yes, sir.

Begin.

The word "ethics" is derived

from the root word "ethos,"

which means

moral character.

The difference between

ethics and morality is ethics

One moment.

Sorry to interrupt, but what you're saying

can be found in any encyclopedia.

What I want

is for you to give us examples.

That you tell us what you believe

ethics are and how they are applied.

Um, right, an example

Let's have Sara continue the exposition.

I'm interested in seeing

her public speaking abilities.

Can you give an example?

An example.

Do you think it's ethical

for a professor to treat a student

differently based on a personal problem?

That's a good argument.

And what if that professor sees

there is an injustice

and wants to publicly expose it?

And what would that injustice be,

specifically?

A question for an answer.

Is it fair if a student receives and

accepts a grade for work they didn't do?

Do you have proof?

We're waiting.

You want an example?

I'll give you an example.

A young person

can sometimes find out

that life is very hard,

that it can even be downright miserable.

That's why the student decides

to live in the here and now.

For example, go out to have fun,

go out with friends, go to parties,

instead of staying home

all night studying.

That, to me, is hedonism.

Then, there are those who enjoy suffering.

For some strange reason,

it makes them feel good.

For them it has a value

in and of itself, of course.

That's stoicism.

But then, there are other people

who become exceedingly upset

that the hedonist is enjoying life.

The hedonist's own life.

And instead

wants that person to adopt attitudes

that are completely stoic.

And if you ask me, I'd say that's envy.

Because it doesn't seem to me

that it belongs

to any school of thought.

Instead, it seems like a sickness.

So, Professor

Tino,

what grade did I earn?

Wait for me outside.

What are you doing?

What are you talking about? Excuse me?

You know what I mean.

Don't pretend you don't.

Look,

we have a chance right now

to clear things up

and avoid a difficult semester.

How odd!

You made this personal

ever since I took all the hot water

and lectured me on the Constitution.

You needed to see your mistake.

But I admit I was wrong.

I shouldn't have mixed things up.

Look,

I'm interested in knowing what you think.

About your major,

about my class, about studying.

And you're asking me this, why?

You obviously have lot of talent,

but lack the same intention to learn.

You're incredible!

Seriously.

You've known me for how long? Two days?

Now you're classifying and pigeonholing me

with a giant sign that says,

"Talented but lazy young woman."

You don't know me.

Then let's get to know each other.

I mean, we live

Uh, we're housemates under the same roof.

Let's have a coffee

and discuss what we need to.

Well, that would be nice.

But no.

Now, can I return to class, Professor?

Yes, yes.

Thank you.

DAYS LATER

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

Why are you up so early?

Habit.

No one else is here?

No. They're using the weekend

to visit their families.

Of course. I'd do the same

if I had anyone to see here.

-Your family's in Bogotá?

-Mm

There's one very special person,

but he's not my blood relative.

I had a brother.

We've been apart a long time.

Well, from now on, consider everyone

in this house part of your family.

Thanks.

Some have been living here

for years, and they're great people.

How nice!

And, how well do you know Sara?

Why?

Well, I don't know if I told you,

but I'm her professor.

And we had a couple of arguments.

I can imagine.

She's always been a girl with character.

-How long have you known her?

-Since she was a child.

She's my best friend's child,

Mariana Azcárate.

Today she went to La Victoria Ranch,

where her family lives.

-La Victoria Ranch.

-Mm-hmm.

Sarita, slow down. You'll damage the car.

Oh stop, Grandpa.

Look out!

Ah! Did I k*ll him?

Are you okay?

Yes.

Why are you here?

Can't I have your name?

What for? If you could die tomorrow.

-You live here?

-Yes, with my wife and daughter.

What are their names?

Mariana and Sara.

We're free!

She's alive.

Oh my God, what happened?

What happened to Sara?

You're Mr. Benítez's daughter?

Yes, I am.

You didn't answer me.

What are you doing here?

Working.

Isn't it more likely you're following me?

I had no idea you were

the oh-so-famous Sara.

You animal!

Why on earth would you walk there?

What are you doing here?

I'm Mr. Benítez's assistant.

-My dad hired you?

-Uh-huh.

Your dad and his habit

of hiring the incompetent.

Then of course

we've never seen each other.

Could be.

But all white girls

look a little alike to me, you know?

Watch it with that fresh talk.

You Negroes are all alike.

If you want to keep your job,

just speak when you're asked to.

-The young lady asked.

-Then say "yes" or "no"!

We're not interested in your opinions.

Take the bags out of the car

and bring them to my room, please.

And, well, find someone to fix that wound.

Why'd you act familiar with that pest?

Oh, Grandpa. Familiar?

-He came to work? Then he'll work.

-Bunch of thieves.

-Here's your daughter.

-Thanks, Dad. Hi!

What are you doing? It's only been a week.

Can I not miss you?

Now tell me everything

about your first week.

We have to get up early a lot.

And I'm having lots of fun

with a professor I fight a lot with.

-Oh, yeah?

-Mm-hmm.

Be careful. Don't get into trouble.

Oh, "Be careful"?

This from the one who snuck out

of Aunt Magola's house to party?

Ah! Armendis told me.

Mm.

Don't follow in my footsteps.

I regret not finishing school.

Take advantage of this opportunity.

I just got home and you're bombarding me

with advice as always.

Why don't we eat something? I'm hungry.

Come. I have a surprise for you.

You'll love it!

Are you going to stay here all day?

Come. Someone needs

to look at that scrape.

I'm not about to cry over it.

Come on. I know someone who can fix it.

Berenice.

Look. I brought you a patient.

Go on. It doesn't hurt. Go on.

Let's see.

A bag!

There's more.

Mom, no!

-Mom, it's like my cousin's.

-Yes.

I know you always borrowed it.

I never kept mementos.

I don't want the same for you.

I want you to have photos

of your life now.

Okay. Stay there.

Okay.

Stay there. Stay there.

-No, enough.

-Here we go.

Okay. Don't waste them on me.

Use it with your friends at school.

Seize every day.

Mom, why are you talking

like the world's going to end?

-Did something happen?

-No.

I don't know. I get sentimental.

Why?

Because you remind me of me at your age.

I didn't enjoy that time in my life much.

Mom, it's not like you were tortured

or had a tragedy.

It's been all happiness since you arrived.

Hey, Mom. I have a question.

Why haven't I ever seen pictures of you

when you were pregnant?

That's why I gave you the camera,

so it's not the same for you.

You're still not telling me

why you have no photos.

I don't know. No one took any.

I don't think we had cameras then.

What do you mean, "no cameras"?

Grandpa has a photo

of my grandma pregnant,

and that was at least 40 years ago.

Okay, don't remind me

of my age, please. Thank you.

Excuse me. Mrs. Mariana,

I need you to come with me.

Yes, of course, Maura. Thank you.

Duty calls.

-Enjoy your gift.

-Thanks.

Are you praying over my elbow?

Believe and you'll heal.

Or else my elbow won't listen to me?

Or else you'll listen to me.

You're not the first woman

who's told me what to do.

I told you to take your shirt off

and you did.

If you need anything, let me know.

I thought I was fine now.

And I said, "anything."

-Miss.

-Excuse me. You're new here, right?

Yes. I started a week ago.

Well, let me tell you you're very pretty.

-May I take your picture?

-No.

It's just that I don't like photos.

My mom always said photos take

a piece of your soul.

-Excuse me.

-Sure.

What are you doing?

Sorry. I couldn't resist.

I don't understand

why you couldn't tell me ahead of time.

I've always given you

the chance to speak openly.

I know, ma'am, but

he told us we had to decide right away.

That was this morning, really fast.

And you decided, like that?

Just like that?

What if he's tricking you?

We signed a contract.

How much did he offer?

Very good pay.

And to be partners in the estate.

Partners?

Graciliano.

Miss.

If anyone asks, I went to El Búcaro.

El Búcaro?

Yes. I need to know

who the famous Mr. Stewart is.

He's stealing all our workers.

I'm not an accountant,

and I don't need to see the future

to know that if you make every single one

of the day laborers a partner

you won't recoup the money invested.

But I didn't buy the state

to get rich, Ángel.

You can even be a partner.

You and everyone we hire can own a piece.

But it has to be Black owned.

Like those who spilled their blood

so the masters could get rich.

When the other landowners find out,

-we'll be in trouble.

-Yes, our plan.

We came here for justice.

-Hi. I'm Mariana Azcárate.

-Hi.

I came to see Mr. Stewart.

The owner isn't home. Miss!

Are you really sure he isn't here?

-It's just I have to announce you.

-Ah! You have to announce me?

That means he is here.

The question is where.

It seems the trouble arrived early, huh?

Is this the owner's office?

I told you the owner isn't here.

She's coming up.

Miss!

How rude.

Mr. Stewart?

No.

Ángel Cáceres.

Mr. Stewart's right-hand man. Please.

I didn't come here

to sit down like we're sipping tea.

I need to speak to him. Where is he?

Mr. Stewart isn't here

at the ranch at the moment.

-But the worker said he was here.

-The worker may not have seen him leave.

He left ten minutes ago.

And is the owner living here?

-No.

-Where does he live?

In many places.

Look, I'm not going to play cat and mouse.

I need you to tell me

why my workers are being stolen.

Okay. If workers are being stolen,

you should file a report with the police.

You know exactly what I mean.

To us people aren't objects to be sold,

stolen or negotiated in business deals.

Plus, they are perfectly capable

of deciding who they want to work with.

-Yes, but why behind our backs?

-No.

We only offer a better salary.

Maybe you should think about

treating your workers better, you know?

And making them partners?

I've never seen anyone do that

in this region, really.

Maybe it's time to change things.

To seek justice.

-Justice?

-It's what Mr. Stewart says.

Do you feel okay?

Yes, yes.

-A drink, perhaps?

-No, thanks.

Please, tell the owner

I need to talk to him.

In person.

Excuse me.

-Is she gone?

-Yes.

I swear for a second I thought

she was going to see you hiding there.

-Under no circumstances can she see me.

-I know.

No. You know nothing, Ángel.

And I think you went too far

with the bit about justice.

Sir, I did the best I could.

And I'm not an actor.

If you told me

why you don't want Mariana to see you,

it would be a lot

All in good time, Ángel.

All in good time.

Hello.

I have a favor to ask.

It might seem strange.

I'm looking for my brother. Name's Joe.

They told me he comes here a lot.

No, man.

I see a lot of people come in here.

He hangs out with a guy

they call Little John.

You know Joe?

Yeah, he's my brother.

Do you know where to find him?

I'd also like to know

where the hell he ran off to.

When did you see him?

Uh, last week.

-Do you know where he is? It's urgent.

-No.

He told me lots of things,

but it seems they were all lies.

He promised

he was going to take me traveling,

he'd make me

the happiest woman in the world,

he wanted to be the father of my children.

Your brother is a liar. And you know what?

If you find him,

tell him not to come back here.

Sir.

Seeing her so angry

made me remember your brother.

Oh, yeah?

I saw him lots of times

at a bar we go to after here.

-Do you have the address?

-Yeah.

Here.

Buddy.

I'm looking for two guys.

One named Joe,

the other they call Little John.

No.

They said I could find them here.

I don't know.

You're sure?

A beer, please.

Thanks.

Vichecito, give me a drink.

Get what you want. It's on me.

That's it! So nice!

If you want something too,

I'm sure you'll ask.

-Great, because I do want something.

-What is it?

-To find someone.

-Ugh.

-What is this? Are you a cop?

-No. Seriously? Look at me.

But I do need to find someone.

I'll pay you for your time.

Good. Then let's get a bottle.

We'll dance. You'll tell me

what you want to know.

-Good. Order it.

-That's it.

Viche, a bottle of brandy

on the young man's tab.

I want what you always said.

For love to define my destiny.

I don't want anyone to tell me

who I can love and who I can't.

You know I'd go very far away.

But I couldn't leave without you.