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Why didn't you call me last night?

The Chameleon: Unchangeable Past

So? Thank you. How is she?

She's fine, she fell asleep.

She's so tired.

Are you better?

I'm sorry.

No, Sabri, don't start with that. Do not apologize.

I need you to talk to me, tell me what's happening.

What's going on with this guy?

Nothing.

Is it because of his daughter?

Did he do something to her?

Not her.

Is it him?

Is Salvador the guy from when you were younger?

Sabri...

You didn't tell me anything. Honey.

Your mom adores him.

I don't want this guy to meddle in our lives now, please.

What? Wait, what? It's too late.

- He already did. Look at you. - No, I'm fine. I'm handling it.

You're not handling it, honey.

Look at you, no.

- Who's that? - Your mom.

- I'm sorry. - What do you mean my mom?

Yes, I invited her for dinner.

- I thought you'd be late. - Hello.

What happened?

Don't bring anything to my house again without consulting me.

Did you do this?

Are you crazy?

Do you know how valuable these paintings are?

- Valuable? Those paintings are shit, Mom. - Shit? They are my works of art.

- You are crazy. - Dad, come!

- Why are you so destructive? - I'll take care of it.

- Don't you ever say that again, Mom. - Coming, sweetie.

You break the most important thing in my life. And I have to shut up?

But how are those shitty paintings the most important thing in your life?

Why? Because you're the one in the paintings

or because Salvador painted you?

- Why are you so jealous of me? - Gosh, Mom.

"Gosh, Mom," what? You were always jealous of my relationship with him.

- You're just saying anything. - Sure, anything.

When he came over, you were always draped over him.

Whenever he called, you'd spend hours talking to him.

- You got upset if I hung his paintings. - Stop it, Mom! Stop it!

You were always looking for him, always looking for him!

He looked for me, in any case. I was 16 years old. I was a girl, Mom.

- Come on, Sabrina! He was a grown man! - Exactly.

- He was a grown man and I was a girl. - Don't play innocent, okay?

Don't play... You were uncontrollable, Sabrina.

I never trusted you with men.

You didn't have to trust me.

You had to take care of me, damn it!

Since you didn't know what the fuck to do with me, you sent me to him.

Are you crazy? You were impossible.

Do you know what it was like to live with you? You were impossible.

You screamed and begged me all the time. What did you want me to do?

Stop, Sabrina!

What's up with that guy, Celina?

You hate Salvador Carvallo, and suddenly, he's sitting on our couch.

When is this from?

From before I met you.

We were very close friends.

One day, he came to see me

to ask me if I could see his friend's daughter,

who was depressed and aggressive, and...

There, I met Sabrina. She was 16 years old.

As soon as she sat down in the office,

she told me that she had fallen in love with a man

older than her...

...who also loved her,

but who had abandoned her.

A man? Older?

Way older.

I confronted him.

He told me that she was driving him crazy, that she was chasing him,

but that he saw her as very alone, that he didn't want to reject her.

And in the end, he got hooked and slipped up.

And you believed him?

He was my best friend.

- I put my hands in the fire for him. - You should have referred her.

No, I couldn't.

I couldn't, I felt obligated.

And does she know that you were friends?

No.

I never told her anything.

- She's so happy. - They are happy.

- Thanks for giving her a ride. - What? Oh, no, please. My pleasure.

- Bye, honey. - Bye.

- Take care, okay? Take care. - Bye, Iris.

- Bye, Mom. - The door, Dad.

- Right. - Let's go.

We're here. That's it, honey.

That's it, honey. Go. Come on.

- Excuse me? - It's my turn to ride in the front seat.

- Is that right? - Those are my rules.

- Hey! - My rules.

- Look at that. - So bad.

- Go behind a tree. - You go in the back.

- What are you doing? - It's my turn for a while.

- I knew it. - Come on, Diana. Let's go.

- Feeling better? - Yes. I couldn't hold it anymore.

- All right, we're leaving. - Oh, God.

No, I don't remember.

Stupid. You're such an idiot.

- Such an attitude. - Come on.

Come on, idiot, what's wrong with you?

You can't always get angry like that out of nowhere.

Really, idiot?

- You can continue talking. - Haven't you smoked a lot already?

- Are you going to continue drinking? - Aren't you going to drink more?

- No. - Diana,

- leave that there. - I can't believe you left this glass.

Diana, leave that there.

- Enough, stop. - Seriously. Yes.

Enough.

- Enough. That's it. - Do you feel good?

- Yes, obviously, I feel good. - Should we go to sleep?

- Mm. - Hm?

Mm.

- Shall we take a nice nap to recover? - No.

- What? It's still early in the morning. - Come on.

- Go to sleep, go. - Do I look bad?

Let's go to sleep.

Look at me, idiot. You can't look at me.

Very good. There it is, honey.

Let's go upstairs, come on.

Well, where are you going?

- So? - She fell unconscious.

What are you going to paint?

I still do not know. I'm not clear on it yet.

Sit there.

What is it?

Do you miss my mom?

Do you want me to draw you or not?

Okay.

Do you already know where you are going to get the tattoo?

Mm.

I don't know. Maybe up here.

Hm.

What are you going to get tattooed?

A little heart?

A tribal tattoo? A hippocampus?

A boyfriend's name?

- No. - Any self-help phrases?

Neither. I don't know.

- Hello. - Hello, Sabrina.

Sorry for calling you at this hour.

Can I ask you a question?

I kept thinking about the things she said to Salvador.

Do you know why she did it?

- He knows. - And you know too.

I can't hear you. Where are you?

At home. Excuse me for a second.

Delfi! Can you turn the music down, please?

You don't live alone in this house.

Excuse me. I've been fighting with my daughter lately.

Why?

I don't know. I don't know why she won't talk to me.

No... I don't know.

Last night, she was crying her eyes out.

I wanted to talk to her and she slammed the door in my face.

We always had good communication.

Well,

make her feel it then.

That you will be there when she wants to tell you

and that you won't judge her or get angry.

Why are you telling me something like that? I'm not going to judge her.

Nothing. Forgive me, but I have to hang up.

Hey. Dad.

- Hey. - Hi.

Hello, beautiful.

Forgive me.

Forgive me for what happened.

Don't worry.

The important thing is that you're okay.

Seriously, Dad. Forgive me.

You have to rest.

Do you hate me?

Come on. Tell me you forgive me. Seriously.

I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, my daughter.

How can I not forgive you?

Me too.

How did you see Diana?

Distressed, but well, luckily.

Well, I'm glad.

We are waiting for the results from the last tests.

If everything goes well, she could already be discharged.

Doctor, don't you think it's a little too soon for that?

No, but she no longer needs to be hospitalized.

Look, doctor.

My daughter is a sensitive, unstable girl.

Did you know that she jumped off a mezzanine at my exhibit

simply to get my attention?

No. Sorry, I didn't know.

- I understood it was an accident. - No.

This isn't the first episode she's had.

Doctor, do you think it would be possible

to subject Diana to some type

of psychological evaluation?

I'm simply telling you this because...

I would like to be certain that she's not going to hurt herself again.

Well, let me see what we can do.

I will keep you informed if there is any news.

- Thank you. - Excuse me.

Grab the backpack. Come on.

- Mom! - Hi, sweetie.

- How are you? - I'm fine. Will you take me to school?

Yes. I'm going to the bathroom and I'll take you.

No. I'll take you, Sofi. Mom is very tired, she worked all night.

Go look for the backpack in the kitchen. Go, please.

I called you 70 times. You didn't answer a single text.

You didn't call me back.

Your mom was here until four in the morning, Sabrina.

- I'm sorry. - I didn't know anything about you.

I didn't know if you were alive, if you were dead.

- I'm sorry. Sorry. - What's going on?

- Sorry? I couldn't sleep all night. - I'm in this mess.

- I know. I need to solve this, please. - I know that I...

You can't do this to me. And much less Sofi, okay?

- Don't put Sofi in the middle. - I'm not bringing Sofi into this.

I was patient with you many times. Be patient with me on this one.

- I... - Once, please.

- Sofi! - Coming.

Let's go, okay? We are late. Let's go.

A present for you.

- Maybe something happened to her? - I don't think so, no.

It must be because of how

- I kicked her out the other day, right? - Yes.

Why don't you sit down?

No, I'm fine.

- Answer. - Give me that.

- Give it to me, let me try. - No.

If she's going to find out, it has to be because of me.

Celina, no. What's the matter?

No, honey. No, darling. Calm down.

- But honey. - Hey, Dad.

What are you doing up? Lie down, please.

No, I needed to stand for a while. They said it was fine, that I could do it.

- Hello. - Hi there.

Did you bring me the clothes?

No.

Why? What? I'm going to leave in my nightgown, Dad?

Diana, you're not leaving here today.

Why? What?

- They said that they would discharge me. - But no.

You need real treatment, people who can help you.

- What? - Professionals. We don't have the tools.

- That's the truth. - What? What are you doing?

Your dad is doing everything he can to keep you safe.

- Who asked you? What are you saying? - Hey, Diana.

- What do you know what I need to be well? - Diana. Stop.

What are you talking about?

- Why does she get involved in everything? - Diana, please.

- Please... - It's because of her

- that you don't want to take me home. - Diana.

It's because of her! Is it because of her?

- Or is it because of you? - Enough, Diana. Enough is enough.

- Do you want to get rid of me? - Because of me?

- You can't take care of me. - You are ungrateful.

- I gave you everything. Everything! - And you are a traitor!

- And you know what? You are a traitor! - Take Nina. I'll take care of this.

- Take Nina. - What? Are you leaving?

- Come here, Dad! - All right.

- Calm down, please. - Dad! Come here! You don't talk to me.

- Please... - Don't touch me. Don't worry.

It's a family discussion. Everything will be fine.

- Delfina. - Leave me alone.

It's just a minute, please. I know you're having a hard time.

Let me help you.

When he left me, I thought...

...I thought I would die.

And it took me years to recover.

I know you are there now.

I had become addicted to him, to how he treated me,

to how he looked at me, to how he spoke to me. It was like...

It was like he was the only person in the world who really knew me.

And I realized...

how much I depended on him when he stopped answering me.

When he disappeared.

He didn't answer the phone anymore. He didn't answer my texts anymore.

Please.

I started drinking, I started smoking and...

I started using just anything

so as not to feel so much pain.

I looked for him everywhere.

Until one day I found him.

I found him and...

He left me.

- Delfina. - What?

We've talked about this. It's impossible.

- Listen to me. - Delfina.

He told me that he loved me, that...

I was different from the others, that he had never felt anything like that,

but he left.

We have to stop him, Delfina.

How?

Denouncing him.

You can. I can't because it has been a long time.

No, I can't either.

- If my dad finds out, he will kill me. - No.

Maybe he'll help.

No.

Do you know what's the problem? Salvador is a hunter.

And he does not release one prey until he has another.

Knowing him, it must be someone close.

Are you comfortable? Hm?

- I am. - Hm?

- Do you want something to drink? - Mm.

- Do you want to rest? - Mm-mm.

The Chameleon: Unchangeable Past

♪ I look at my world And the present embraces me ♪

♪ My girl and my husband dance On the terrace ♪

♪ Here's to life, to what we've achieved ♪

♪ I celebrate with my people This dream come true ♪

♪ But I always want more It's never enough ♪

♪ I'm still in the race The finish line is different ♪

♪ The light goes out in the air And it's turned dark ♪

♪ There's a shadow following me And I feel like I'm shutting myself down ♪

♪ The anxiety comes back, the stress ♪

♪ The stench, the pain of missing Not doing your best ♪

♪ That smell and that color again ♪

♪ It is the shadow of the monster Coming to see me ♪

♪ I fall into disdain I hide in the attic ♪

♪ I run away from love In case it hurts when it changes ♪

♪ I need to talk The darkness pulls me in ♪

♪ I have to fight Be the light that gives it away ♪

♪ But it escapes and camouflages It changes shape ♪

♪ It kills and doesn't get dirty Poisonous and muddy ♪

♪ I graze insanity And I don't want to fall into the pit ♪

♪ Guilty of the wound He turned into a sketch ♪

♪ Hate courses through me And I paint with vengeance ♪

♪ Every canvas I break, every false hope ♪

♪ My rage is not enough I have no use for spears ♪

♪ And this loneliness seeks me out And jumps at me ♪

♪ Nothing to lose, about to win my peace ♪

♪ To be the voice of one And all the others ♪

♪ Let justice be the one who punishes ♪

♪ He who draws bodies By making them bleed ♪

♪ And now I'm my own truth And you are a scar ♪

♪ I faced the wound to be happy ♪

♪ I rise up like an empress Making you fall and tending to my root ♪

♪ And now I'm my own truth And you are a scar ♪

♪ I faced the wound to be happy ♪

♪ I rise up like an empress Making you fall and tending to my root ♪

Translated by Andrés Negrete