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1 Why the long faces?

Were you talking about me?

What? Don't you trust me?

No, we were talking about something else.

Yeah? About what?

About...

the Tour of Colombia that starts soon.

And who do you like?

This guy... Álvaro Pachón.

Okay.

Do you think she heard us?

EVA LASTING

THE LADY OF THE CAMELLIAS

My subject is...

Guzmán.

The jerk who did nothing but study.

He always had the best grades

and had just returned from Venezuela where he represented the José María

in the Latin American Literature Olympics.

Of course, we hated him and bullied him

and punished him every chance we got.

- Easy. - Guzmán.

- Relax and open your mouth. - All right.

Swallow it, you hear?

So you become a man.

I did my analysis on the subject of revenge

and how it is a destructive feeling,

which clearly the judges loved.

What terrible judges.

The message of Hamlet is different.

He who thinks, loses.

Because all he does during the whole play is think and think.

That's why, as time goes by,

he does nothing to avenge his father's death.

I prefer Romeo and Juliet.

They don't think too much.

They love each other in spite of everything and everyone.

And they show that love is not for cowards.

That's why I can relate more to them than Hamlet.

Very good, Eva. What's more,

write this down: homework.

The homework for the next class will be

to choose the literary character

with whom you identify the most.

Just bring me the name.

Teach, I don't have to wait. I already know mine.

It's The Lady of the Camellias.

I am Marguerite Gautier.

- The Lady of the Camellias. - Yes, ma'am.

Can you read it in five days? That's the due date.

Yes, it's for Miss Estela's class.

- That's a lot to read. - Yes.

- Take care of it, please. - Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, Sarita.

"At whatever hour of the day or night you come, I will be yours."

"But do not link your future with mine. You would be too unhappy."

"And you would make me too unhappy."

"I shall still be pretty for a while."

"Make the most of it, but ask nothing more."

Thanks.

- Thanks. - Am I wrong?

Or is The Lady of the Camellias is about a whore?

Eva said she identified with her.

She said she was the Lady of the Camellias.

- She could be... - Stop it, Salcedo, okay?

Keep defending her if you want, but think about it.

When we came here, she paid for everything.

She invited you to the movies. Then she went home in a taxi, didn't she?

Well, yes.

The question is, where does she get the money?

Well...

I don't know. Maybe she saves.

Don't be stupid, Granados.

The money thing is weird, but does that make her a whore?

And what about the book?

And the fact that she made out with everyone?

But she was showing us how to kiss, wasn't she?

- Exactly. - I don't buy it.

Maybe she was nurturing more clients.

Since we met Eva, she's been very cool.

I don't like the way you talk about her, got it?

So what?

- Now you're cocky? - I don't know. You tell me.

I agree with Granados. You're being unfair to Eva.

I'm gonna beat his ass first.

Leave him alone. Deal with me!

- But hear me now... - Bring it on!

Bring it on!

- Hey! - Enough!

Hey, what's going on, guys?

What's going on?

Are you going to fight over some chick?

Don't be such idiots, seriously.

We need to do something else.

I've been thinking about it.

I think we need to investigate her.

What?

No, man, you're crazy.

No, Granados, I'm not crazy.

I'm not. Listen. That chick came here.

She's about to make you fight.

What are we gonna do? Just stand here and do nothing?

I agree with Castro.

- We need to investigate her. - Right. Look, don't worry, man.

If that chick turns out to be as good as you say,

then it's fine. It's all good.

It's fine, chill.

Franco Rodríguez is close...

After soccer, cycling was the national sport

and my second personal interest.

But that night, my head was somewhere else.

I knew that reading that book would make me worry more,

so that was not a choice.

Why are you up?

I can't sleep.

Was it something you ate?

Yeah, I think that's it.

- Should I make you an infusion? - No, that's fine.

Want me to dictate?

Why not?

Sure.

Since you can't sleep.

This way,

I'll finish faster. It's due tomorrow. It's marked with a pencil.

All right.

Mom.

Did you have other boyfriends before Dad?

Why do you ask?

I'm just curious.

Of course.

Like seven.

- Seven? - He thinks there were two.

- It's better he keeps thinking that. - Why?

Camilo.

You can't sleep because of something you ate?

Or because you're falling in love?

Is it the girl from the other day?

Yes, ma'am.

And?

I don't know.

Love is not for cowards.

Romeo and Juliet.

Wanna know how your dad won me over?

He jumped into the water without a life jacket.

Son.

In love, he who thinks, loses.

Hamlet.

Hey.

- Hey. - Shall we? Or will you avoid me again?

- Avoid you? - Yes.

I looked for you guys yesterday and couldn't find you.

- I'm not going home. - Where, then?

- I have an errand. - I'll come with you.

No, you can't.

Why not? Do you have plans with the guys?

Yeah, more or less.

And I can't come?

- You know I'm up for anything. - Yeah, but not this time, Eva.

This is discrimination.

But don't worry. I won't be a pest or beg you anymore.

Good luck with your plans.

That was the first time I'd heard the word "discrimination."

Back then, it didn't have the connotation it does today.

It wasn't easy to let her get upset.

But at that point,

I was more obsessed with Hamlet than with Romeo.

There were a thousand questions I needed answered.

That way.

There she is!

She's a whore!

The guy who picked her up must be one of her clients.

She said it herself, she's the Colombian Lady of the Camellias.

And you keep kissing her feet, my God.

- You're so stupid. - No, man, Eva is not a whore.

I know because...

my dad took me to a whorehouse last week.

Whores don't look like that.

Really?

Yes, really. Whores are different.

- Different, how? - Well...

They're not that young.

Your dad took you to an old-geezer place.

Hey, Granados.

So? How was it?

Well, good. It was cool.

But anyway, that doesn't matter. The point is that, in spite of everything,

we still can't say Eva does that for a living.

Brother, the stubborn are the blindest of all.

Trust me, I'll prove you wrong.

You'll see the truth when the scales fall from your eyes.

Granados.

How much is it to go to one of those places?

I don't know. My dad paid for everything.

I'm not sure.

You didn't see how much he paid?

Exactly, I didn't.

If you're so curious, ask Evita.

You ask her, Granados.

Since you're so experienced and such good friends.

Whenever you're ready, of course.

"Since I heard of her death, especially since I saw her grave,

I have not slept."

"I cannot accept the death

of the woman

I left

so young, so beautiful."

The tragic end of The Lady of the Camellias pressured me.

And answering my questions became a matter of life and death.

But should I let my imagination run wild

or talk to Eva directly?

So the Guzmán guy...

This move was risky.

It could define the future of my relationship with her.

That nerd is not bad.

Five minutes to...

- Won't you say something? - I'm listening to the Tour.

I should be mad that you've been avoiding me.

- I already explained... - Camilo, that was no explanation, okay?

Forget it. It's fine. I'd rather let it go.

Why have you been giving me the silent treatment all day?

It was now or never.

What?

Did I do something to piss you off?

No, I just need to ask you something, but I don't know how.

Okay.

Ask me a question about what?

It's personal.

What do you wanna know?

Eva...

are you a whore?

She didn't deny it?

That's hard.

Don't let it get you down. Did you ask her fee?

I did.

Fifty for the individual experience

and 150 for the collective experience.

- What do you mean "collective"? - For being with all of us, dummy.

At the same time?

Well, what does "collective" mean?

But is that even possible?

Isn't that a sin?

A mortal one. We can go straight to hell.

- What now? - I don't know about you, but I'll risk it.

The religion teacher says you can commit any sin.

Then you go to confession, and everything is forgiven.

Even a collective experience?

Yes, sir.

I don't know, man. It's...

a lot of money.

We can gather whatever we have and bargain with her.

An individual or collective experience?

Depends on how much we have.

I don't know.

I don't know, I...

I have to think about it.

Dad?

- What is it? - Dad.

Go see.

- What's up? - Hey, Dad.

- I have a favor to ask you. - Right now?

- Yes. - What?

I need money.

Money? What for?

To go whoring.

By yourself?

Yes, I think that's better, no?

What happened to being in love?

No, it's just that...

I was thinking, and I think...

It's just sex, right?

- Where are you going? - I was just...

Wait here.

He needs a favor.

There you go.

- Dad. - Yes?

Is this enough?

That's all I can give you. I'm sorry.

- This isn't much. - You won't last long.

- Don't you want it? - I do.

Okay.

Thanks.

What happened? What did he want?

What did the boy want?

He wanted...

He wanted advice.

- Why did you give him money? - He's asking a girl out.

José, come on.

I have something to tell you.

- Right now, Mrs. Ana? - Right now, yes.

Come.

It's just...

There weren't two.

There were seven.

What?

The boyfriends I had before you.

And I had sex with three of them.

I hope it's worth it.

I had to sell my last Checa.

CHECA MAGAZINE FOR ADULTS

These magazines are old and used.

I'll buy them as a favor to you.

Well, thank you very much.

Why do you need the cash?

For a family emergency.

The Acuña brothers studied with us in the morning.

And in the afternoon, they engaged in armed robbery

and all kinds of illegal activities.

All right, thanks.

If my dad finds out I stole from him, he'll cut my balls off.

I sold the flute I inherited from my grandfather and father.

I'll buy it as a favor to you. It's hard to sell a second-hand flute.

It's a family heirloom.

If you get the money back and we haven't sold it,

let us know and we'll sell it back to you.

Thanks.

Why do you need the cash?

For a family emergency.

Another one?

I had to sell my sister's roller skates.

I'll buy them as a favor to you.

There's an oversupply of second-hand roller skates.

Well, thank you very much.

You have a family emergency?

What my father gave me wasn't nearly enough.

So I had to use the money I'd saved for a Mother's Day present

to pay for the experience with Eva.

At that point, sex trumped Mom.

- So? Do we have enough? - Kind of.

- Kind of? - We're still short.

We agreed on 150.

Can't we get a friendship discount?

So now you wanna talk about friendship?

What happened to friendship when you made your own plans?

- You still hung up on that? - No.

It was a simple reminder to refresh your memory.

Don't worry. I'll give you a discount.

- Good. - Because we're friends.

To show you guys I don't discriminate, and I'm not bitter.

All right, let's go.

What?

So the experience is right now?

Yes. Why not? Do you have plans again?

We don't, but the Tour arrives to Bogota today.

Yes, they'll be at El Campín, and we want to see them.

Well, it's your choice.

The Tour of Colombia or the tour with me.

After a 40-minute drive towards the south of the city,

we arrived at the house

where Eva told use she plied her trade.

Excuse me.

Come in.

Here we are.

All right, guys. Please take all your clothes off.

I'll change into something more comfortable and be right back.

I thought whorehouses were different.

Hey, Granados,

does this look like a whorehouse to you?

No, not at all. It's very different.

This looks like a normal house.

What's this?

These look like police radios.

Let's see.

I want you naked in five minutes.

We were consumed by doubt and shame.

We'd never seen each other naked,

and the idea of comparing the size of our manhood

made us extremely nervous.

Salcedo went first.

When we finally did it, we all saw that Pabón

wasn't just handsome and shy but also was very well-hung.

The rest of us belonged to a more standard size.

Ready?

- Yes. - Sure.

Very good.

- What are you doing, Eva? - Nothing.

Eva!

Don't!

No!

Come on, get up.

Over here, guys. Yes!

Here, you two.

No!

I may be crazy, but I'm no whore.

And if I were, I'd have no problem admitting to it.

Guys,

welcome to my house.

This is where I live.

You need help.

I'm the only child of a bodyguard and driver for an engineer

who is always traveling.

My mom died three years ago.

You could say I spend most of my time alone in this house.

The man who picked me up at school the other day...

He's my dad.

He was driving the engineer's car.

What?

Did you think I didn't hear you talking about me in the bathroom?

That I didn't see you following me?

The money

for the movies and beers was from my monthly allowance.

I came to the José María

because my dad told me that if I got expelled again,

I'd go to an all-boys school.

And guess what?

I did it again.

But I don't regret it. Otherwise, I would've never met you.

In a nutshell, that's my story.

Why didn't you say anything?

Because none of you asked me.

What a lack of curiosity, guys.

And The Lady of the Camellias?

The Lady of the Camellias is one of my favorite books.

I identify with her because she was able to defy the rules of her time.

About the kisses I gave you...

I did it because I felt you needed a little push.

And since I already love you and carry you in my heart, I risked it.

And I forgive you, Martín.

Wait till you know me better, and you'll see I'm no saint.

But I'm not what you think.

One more thing,

I know I've been giving you signals to see how far you'd go.

But you better not get your hopes up.

I love you guys

like little brothers.

That's all.

Don't take it personally.

Guys, I adore you, but I'm not attracted to you.

Besides, there's someone else in my life, so I'm sorry.

Why did you take pictures of us?

Because I wanted a nice memory of this meeting.

And for the record, I'm not mad that you're more fools than thugs.

So...

neither the individual nor the collective experience?

No.

Sorry, I'm not so desperate that I would charge for sex.

And the money we gave you?

There are no refunds here.

But relax, we'll spend it at a place I'm sure none of you have been.

Where?

The Bogota Bowling Club.

We knew it existed but had never been.

In the '70s, working-class youngsters played ping-pong and pool,

and those from well-off families were beginning to practice a sport

unknown in the country at the time.

Bowling.

The question was:

why was Eva like a customer who knew the alley?

Okay, guys. We have lane number three.

Before you start imagining things and making up who knows what,

I'll answer your questions.

I know how to play. I know this place and its employees,

because I was a waitress here for six months.

At my previous school, I'd come here after class

until my dad said I couldn't

because he thought it was why I was getting bad grades.

It was a logical explanation, but I felt there was something odd.

Now take your shoes off. We go onto the lanes in our socks.

Our shoes?

We need to form two teams with three players each, okay?

The winning team is the one with the most points.

To win points, we must knock down those pins with this ball, all right?

There are ten. Each knocked-down pin is worth one point for the team.

If a player knocks down all ten pins, that's called a strike.

Ten points are added, and each player can throw twice.

Any questions?

How will we form the teams?

- Pike. - Shovel.

- Pike. - Shovel.

- Pike. - Shovel.

Pike. Okay. I'll choose first.

We all felt our hearts were on the line with Eva's decision.

To us, it would be a sign of what she felt for each one of us.

Pabón.

Pabón?

Your turn.

Not me, please. Not me.

Granados.

Fuck.

Great.

Yeah!

There you go!

Damn it!

It's okay.

- Follow the line. Down the middle. - Focus.

No, man!

Good job!

Look at the lines on the floor. Focus!

That's it!

Fools! In your face.

Good job.

You cheated.

Good.

Do any of you know what happened at the Tour stage?

No idea.

Granados.

Granados.

Isn't it weird that when she went first, she chose Pabón?

Does she like him?

I don't think so. I think she did it out of pity.

And the kiss to Castro?

She was obviously excited about his roll, Arbeláez.

Wait, do you really think she's with someone?

Do you?

It's just, if that were true, she would've introduced him to us.

She just hasn't had the chance.

Well, I think that's weird.

At least she should tell us his name, or who he is, something.

- Why don't you ask her... - Forget it, Arbeláez.

I looked like an idiot asking her if she was a whore.

Sorry.

I won't do that again.

Well, I don't buy that story.

Admit it. No one else could've stolen those walkie-talkies.

No one else came to my house.

You're calling us thieves.

I'm not.

It's your problem!

But you won't call us thieves.

We may be violent and poor, but we're honest.

You know what hurts most? That I opened my house to you.

I told you my story, and what do you do? Steal from me.

That's awful, guys. I really thought you were different.

Eva, come on.

Can you believe this chick?

How can she accuse us of stealing?

Does she mean it or is she joking?

No, she means it.

What worries me is that she has naked pictures of us.

What if she decides to show them to get even?

She'll ruin us.

Don't say that. That won't happen.

Are you sure no one took those walkie-talkies?

- Man, are you taking her side? - It's a simple question.

I'm offended, man. I won't let you doubt my honesty.

- So? What will you do? - What? Come on!

- Bring it on! - You talking shit?

Asshole!

- You're the asshole! - Stop!

We won't fix anything by fighting.

Now you see where your little friend Eva is leading us.

You guys are a lost cause.

All you need is to apologize to her for calling us thieves.

Can't you leave it alone already!

Okay, I'm leaving. I'll see you, guys.

Aren't you coming to the 68?

No, the neighborhood tournament starts today,

and our team wants to train to win the cup.

So...

Good luck with that.

Thanks. Ma'am. I'll take one with cheese.

See you. Bye, guys.

The arepas are good, Mrs. María.

Hey.

- Hey, guys. - What's up?

Good, what are you guys doing here?

We were wondering about something.

- Sure, what's up? - Wasn't the tournament two months ago?

- Yeah, no, but this is... - Let's see.

- No, man. - Stop it!

But.

What an asshole.

I didn't think Eva would find out.

Her dad works with these, man.

- What do we do now? - What do you mean?

Talk to Eva and return them.

Or...

we can do something else.

We can sell them

and go whoring with the money.

What?

Yeah, that's why I stole them, actually.

This dude. What...

What's this? What? Don't tell me you like this idea.

I don't think it's such a bad idea.

We could sell them,

and we could even get individual experiences.

Come on, we're talking about robbery.

But for a good cause, Granados.

You guys are crazy.

Eva herself said money is to be enjoyed.

Yeah, but it's fucking stolen.

Strictly speaking, my dad says all money is stolen at some point.

I can't believe you, Arbeláez.

- You too, Pabón? - All right.

You can kiss and make up later.

But the majority wins, Granados.

Question is, who do we sell the walkie-talkies to?

Where did you get these?

Why do you care?

How much?

Look, man, you can even get a police signal with those.

So? Are you interested or not?

We're more interested in knowing where you got these.

- We won't tell you. - Why not?

We just won't.

There must be more stuff where you got this from.

- We could even partner up and... - And nothing, man.

Are you interested or not?

We'll give you 150 pesos.

You're crazy. Don't you see this is imported?

Listen to them.

I couldn't do anything to change things.

And that's how the earnings from the sale of Castro's stolen items

ended up in the wallets of the whores.

That night my friends became a little more adult.

Hello.

I managed to evade it by saying I'd already had the experience.

But in reality I felt that by being with another woman,

I would be cheating on Eva.

I was tempted to go

knock on her door,

apologize for the theft, and confess my love to her.

But there was still the issue of someone else in Eva's life.

I needed to figure this out before making a decision.

Except for Pabón,

for whom the experience was a bit disappointing,

that night at the brothel for my other classmates

was a time to say goodbye to some things

and to welcome others.

IF YOU SEE THAT SOMEONE IN EVERY DREAM...

YOU'RE IN LOVE

Won't you ever talk to me again?

As far as I know, you had many girlfriends before me.

I doubt you sat with them to pray the Rosary.

That's different.

Why?

Because you're a man, and I'm a woman?

Right, I forgot you wanna be a feminist.

- That's not what this is about. - No?

- No. - Then why are you telling me now?

Because...

I've started to realize...

that the fact that I had a life and experiences before you...

is not a bad thing.

It isn't?

No, sir.

On the contrary.

It gave me a reference point, a way to compare,

to decide that you are the man of my life.

So much so, that I love you the same

or more than when we got married.

- No time for breakfast. - What time did you get home?

Late. I went to the movies with a girl.

I'm really late. Bye.

Another strange consequence of the visit to the brothel

was that my classmates seemed to have found pleasure in knitting.

Unlike Eva, who had fallen victim

to her own machinations by recommending it as a vocational course.

Her dad probably chewed her out for the walkie-talkies.

Worst-case, he went to the police.

- They could be looking for us. - No.

She could be faking it. Remember, she's a good actress.

No, man. Those are not fake tears.

What should we do?

Well...

There's only one way to find out.

Eva?

No, guys. Not now, please.

- Please, I need to be alone. - What happened?

Nothing, I can't tell you about it.

A fight with your boyfriend?

No.

- Was it the walkie-talkie thing? - No.

No, guys.

It's not that, and I'm sorry I called you thieves.

You're my friends.

I don't know what I would've done without you.

Guys...

I'm leaving the school.

What?

Subtitle translation by: Peter Golub