All language subtitles for The.Marked.Heart.S01E03.WEBRip.Netflix.en[cc]

It disturbs me to hear my heartbeat.

I'm completely obsessed
with the thought of rejection.

That any moment now,

my very own body might decide not to keep
the heart that it's been given.

I'm a miracle
on a tight rope tethered to a prayer.

A NETFLIX SERIES

["In a Heartbeat"
by Cavendish Music playing]

[song fades out]

[Carlos Vives singing in Spanish]

[camera shutter clicks]

[audience applauding]

[in English] Couldn't resist a photo.

I've always been told
that's not my best angle.

[Carlos continues singing in Spanish]

[in English] Doesn't this song
break your heart?

Yes, it's one of those that
cracks you open right down the middle.

[Carlos continues singing in Spanish]

[audience applauds]

[camera shutter clicks]

-[in English] No, no!
-Yes, yes!

-No, come on!
-Yes!

[Camila chuckles]

[camera shutter clicks]

-Thanks.
-Sure.

[Carlos continues singing in Spanish]

[audience applauding]

[Simón singing along in Spanish]

[audience clapping along]

[electric zaps]

-[all screaming]
-[man in English] What was that?

[upbeat dramatic music playing]

[Simón coughs]

-[electric zaps]
-[all screaming]

[Camila grunts, shrieks]

My camera!

Hey, hey! I got it.

Ah, my camera.

Let's go. Come on.

[electric crackling]

[explosions]

[electric crackling]

[Zacarías] Right here, Tirso.

[police, ambulance sirens wailing]

[ringing tone]

Fuck.

[indistinct chattering]

-[Zacarías] Excuse me.
-[woman] Hey!

Excuse me. Excuse me. Move, move, move!

-[guard] Sir, wait here.
-Hey, my wife is in there!

[man] Move, move, move!

[ringing tone]

[man] Please keep moving away.

-Come on!
-[ringing tone continues]

[all grunting, coughing]

-[Simón] You all right?
-Yes, thanks to you. You saved us.

Ugh! You mean your camera? [sniffles]

If I ever lost it, I think I would die.

What a disaster.

No, a shame is more like it.

[Camila grunts]

So, how do my camera and I

get to return the favor
of you saving both our lives?

-Maybe you're exaggerating a tiny bit, no?
-No, not at all. [chuckles]

-Anyway, I have a plan.
-What?

-A slice of pizza is the perfect gift.
-No, no, no. You don't owe me. Really.

Aw, don't tell me you don't like pizza.
I'm a fanatic.

No, I can't do it. You don't understand.

It's not that I don't like pizza.
It's that this doesn't meet my standards.

So listen, if you ever want to take
your obsession to the next level,

come here.

-You own a pizzeria?
-[Simón] Yes.

-Really?
-[Zacarías] Camila?

What happened? I've been calling you.

Zacarías, you can relax.

Let me introduce Simón.

-Simón…
-Simón. Hi.

…this is Zacarías, my husband.

Simón helped me
to get out of there in one piece.

It was absolute mayhem in there!

-I appreciate that.
-Of course.

You told me that you weren't
coming here tonight. What happened?

I'm a woman who's full
of contradictions, remember? [chuckles]

And I love Carlos Vives.

-It was horrible. Right in the middle--
-All right, let's go home now.

[Camila] Sure, honey.

-It was nice meeting you.
-[Simón] Likewise.

Simón Duque.

Camila Duarte.

[Zacarías] Let's go, love.

-[electric whirring]
-[Camila breathing heavily]

[dramatic music playing]

[Valeria echoing] No! [breathing heavily]

-No!
-[Camila breathing heavily]

[Valeria echoing] No, please!

[gasps, breathing heavily]

[inhales sharply]

[breathing heavily]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[gasps]

I'm sorry.

[exhales]

-You scared me, honey.
-I was worried when you weren't in bed.

I had another awful dream.

Really?

What was it this time?

[exhales] I was drowning.

I had a different face.

It was very chaotic.

I never used to dream, remember?

No.

What's even more bizarre

is they began shortly after
I had the operation.

Mm-hmm.

I think this heart belonged
to someone who was a dreamer.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Camila breathes deeply]

[both exhale]

You're not even listening, are you?

-[Camila gasps]
-[both exhale]

[Zacarías] Is that what you think?

-[Camila moans softly]
-[both breathe heavily]

I think my nightmares
might be turning you on.

[Camila exhales]

You can blame it on these legs of yours.

They make me completely crazy.

[Camila breathes sharply]

-Come here.
-What is it?

[Camila exhales]

I'm not ready yet.

I don't know why, but I still can't.

[inhales, exhales]

I can't even explain it.

[Zacarías sighs deeply]

[trumpet playing]

[trumpet continues playing]

[ominous music plays]

[Valeria] Are you running away
from me or towards me?

[breathing heavily]

[exhales sharply]

[door opens]

[Simón] What's up?

You want some chilaquiles
with a boatload of salsa verde?

[Lucas] Chi… chila-what?

Do you want arepas
with reina pepiada and avocado instead?

-[Lucas chuckles]
-Papa, you're ridiculous.

It's way too early to be this annoying.

Sounds like one of us woke up
on the wrong side of the bed today.

Enough. It's not funny.
Don't you get that?

Sorry, I was only trying to…

To what?

To act like nothing happened?

What'll you do next?

Tell us death doesn't exist?
Like Gaby always says?

Because we're all one?

-Please.
-No, I only

wanted to try to
get you to smile. That's all.

Mmm. But I have no reason to, Papa.

None at all.

[poignant music playing]

Ever since the night
they decided to take Mama's heart,

it's like mine was ripped out,
and now there's just a big hole.

She's lucky because
she doesn't have to live like this.

-Hey.
-[Sam sniffles]

We need to learn to smile, okay?

And to live again.

Without her?

This place is a mess.

We need to clean up before
the kitchen gets invaded by cockroaches

who think it's their new playground.

Hey, is that a grin?

[chuckles]

Mama always said that about cockroaches.

Yeah.

Do you ever think about who…

who the person is
who was given Mama's heart?

Yes.

That's all I do.

[Sam] Me too.

Come here.

[Sam sniffles]

[heart beating]

[Carrasco] Mm-hmm.

Sounds perfect, Camila.

Not every patient's outcome
is as good as yours at this stage.

Maybe, but something strange
happened last night.

It was as if

the person whose heart this was
was trying to get out.

This is a healthy heart
in perfect condition in a new body.

Be patient while it gets used
to beating for its new host.

Give it time.

What if it doesn't like it here?

You see,
I'm having weird dreams, but also

-there's times I'm in front of the mirror…
-Mm-hmm.

…and someone else is staring back at me.
It only lasts a second, but…

-it's powerful.
-Mm-hmm.

Lots of transplant recipients
have this false idea

that the donor continues
to express themselves through them.

But it's not real. Hmm?

You're really not gonna reveal
the donor's identity to me, are you?

No, Camila. That's the rule.

You need to move on.

Forget needing to know
and get on with your life, please.

[Carrasco sighs]

You know what I think?

I think it's a woman.

[Carrasco inhales]

The only thing
you should be thinking about now

is that your heart is beating perfectly
inside your chest where it belongs.

It's yours now, and that's all.

Now please, give your husband my regards
when you get home, all right?

[Camila] Of course.

[Carrasco sighs]

[Camila] But, you know,

I'll find out who it was.

I don't know how yet,

but I'm telling you,

I will find out.

[Carrasco sighs]

-[door opens]
-[footsteps fading]

[door closes]

-[ringing tone]
-[sighs]

Hello, Zacarías.
Your wife just left my office.

No, the heart's fine,

but Camila's still obsessed
with getting information.

So you need to take care of that.

I shouldn't have to remind you
how many people we're protecting here,

including yourself.

Doctor,

in my world, the only information
that gets out is what I put out.

Let me worry about it.

[Marcelo chuckles]

You've mastered the very fine art
of telling someone to F-off.

[Zacarías] Refill?

Pass.

[bottle opens]

[Simón sighs]

-[car door closes]
-[car alarm beeps]

Simón, this isn't good.

How many times
have we come here since that night?

There's something that Rentería said to me
that keeps bouncing around in my head.

"They specifically targeted Valeria."

[gentle music playing]

That whatever bastards did this

knew her heart was compatible
with someone needing a transplant.

They had access to her medical records.

[dramatic music plays]

[car horns honk]

Those guys were following us, Julio.

The police have questioned
all of us, Simón.

And they're still investigating.

[dramatic music fades out]

What do you think, squirt?
The house looks better, huh?

I refuse to do those dishes.

I didn't ask you to.

You finished?

[exhales]

I need you to take those to the basement,
but not just anywhere.

You need to put them back
where they belong.

In the toolbox, got it?

Stop bossing me around like you're my mom.

Hey, Lucas, don't I put up with you
even though you're not my son?

Dude, just do this for me, please.

Then you can do what you want.
I'll finish that.

All right.

[tools clanking]

[dramatic music plays]

[trumpet playing]

[mimics gun firing]

[ominous music playing]

Get down,
or I'll blow your head off. [chuckles]

Lucas, put it down.

Put it down!

[gun fires]

[dogs barking]

Sam! Lucas!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-This happened!
-What the hell?

What? Why do you keep a stupid gun
in the toolbox?

He pointed it at my face
and pulled the trigger.

-[Simón] Why did you take my gun?
-But I didn't mean--

-[Sam] Yeah, right.
-[Simón] What?

Lucky he missed! I swear,
I don't know how he missed, but he did.

[Simón] Hold on!
What happened? What did you do?

I don't ever want you near
a gun in your life, hear me?

-Understood?
-[Sam] It wasn't his fault, Pop.

He's ten years old.

But you're the one
who brought the gun. What for?

For protection, of course.

-[Sam] For protection?
-Yes.

But it didn't protect Mom
from getting murdered.

It was an accident.

An accident? Having a weapon
in the house is an accident?

Simón is going to get rid of it.
You learned a scary lesson.

You need to get a grip
and stop the insanity.

-[sighs]
-It's too hard.

[Simón] I'll get rid
of the gun. I promise.

Finding happiness again
is gonna be very difficult.

[poignant music playing]

But we're moving forward together.
Our family always sticks together.

-[Lucas exhales, sniffles]
-Okay?

[whimpers gently]

[Simón] Hey.

[Camila] Thank you.

Remember the message
we're trying to get across, right?

Humble, approachable, believable.

Baby, I'll give it a try,

but even if you'd hired
an award-winning photographer,

getting this guy to look honest,
well, that's an impossible task.

Just make it so no one notices
he's a complete moron and we're good.

Don't expect miracles.

-See you inside?
-Sure.

Tirso.

[Tirso] Sir.

I'm worried about her.

I want you to be her shadow.

As you wish, boss.

[classical music playing]

We finally see each other in person.

Zac talks about you constantly.
Now I see why.

[chuckles]

A pleasure to meet his candidate.

You know,
I'm just here as a photographer.

For anything else, you have your friends.

You can't imagine how right you are.

We have the Fast and the Furious.

[chuckles]

That's how I roll, Camilita.

A heart that knows no limits.

Like my desire
to serve my compatriots.

[chuckles]

I need to see if they're ready for us.

[Cárdenas inhales]

Is it just me, or is your wife
as serious as an undertaker? [scoffs]

[Zacarías] Braulio,
I specifically asked you

not to bring your lady friends
to these events.

If the press sees them,
they'll ask questions.

That's not the message we want to send.

Why are you always trying
to spoil the fun?

You're worse than my fucking pastor.

That's because you're paying me
to make you president, aren't you?

[Cárdenas scoffs]

And I'm good at what I do.

[Cárdenas sighs]

-Darlings, let's listen to Mr. Sourpuss.
-Yeah.

I'd like you to wait at the hotel.
Then we'll get back on the fun wagon.

[Zacarías] Watch your hands.

[scoffs] See you.

Okay.

Now,

let's go.

Bring on the headshots.

[chuckles]

Ooh! Oh! [chuckles, sniffles]

[sighs]

[thud]

[sighs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[dramatic sting]

[journalist] What do you think
about Julia Moncada joining the race?

Do you have any advice for her?

I think she's wasting her time
in politics. [chuckles]

Politics is… is job for men.

It's very tough.

Now, don't think I'm saying
that a woman's not good enough.

It's just that the problems
in this country

require the kind of family jewels

that the lovely Julia doesn't own.

[dramatic music plays]

[Cárdenas] None of this is about me. No.

This is about our country,
and its resurrection.

The people.

All of us must work together for change.

Thank you very much. Enjoy your day.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[journalist 3] Sir, anything else to add?

I told you, all I see is
that Mrs. Duque had some lab work done--

Yes, I heard you, but what was it for?
Was she sick? Who the hell was the doctor?

I need you to give me all the information.

Sir, what information do you need?

My name is Simón Duque,
and my wife is Valeria Duque.

She came in a few months ago
for some kind of tests.

Now I want the results.

Just ask Mrs. Duque.

Valeria was murdered.

-Listen to me closely.
-[doctor grunts]

Give me those results,
or you'll make me think you were involved.

Is that clear enough? Hmm?

I can't be of help unless you let go.

[Simón breathing heavily]

[computer keys clicking]

[suspenseful music playing]

Can you look again? I think this is wrong.

That has her name on it.

[inhales]

We have a problem.

[car alarm beeps]

BECOME A DONOR - SAVE LIVES

-[car door closes]
-[Simón sighs]

Valeria was pregnant.

The coroner didn't notice
when they were doing the autopsy? Hmm?

I didn't want to add more suffering.

Sorry.

-It doesn't change anything though.
-Yes, it does change something!

It's even worse now because
they murdered my wife and killed my child.

Don't you get it?

Do you hate your job this much?
Are you bored, or you don't give a fuck?

Should I do it for you?

Listen, Simón, we have scoured
dozens of clandestine clinics.

We have the reports
of all transplant operations done

the night she disappeared,
and none involve the heart.

We've questioned a long list of people.

And the phone call?
Did you follow that up?

It was made from a public phone.

Good work.

Simón.

Simón.

Simón.

[Rentería breathing heavily]

Until six months ago, I barely knew
anything about organ trafficking--

And I was celebrating Valeria's birthday
without knowing it would be the last.

And I just buried a child
who died along with her.

Please, Simón.

Of the 120,000 transplants performed
on average in the world each year,

around 5 to 10% are actually illegal.

It's an industry that generates millions,
if not billions in many countries.

[Simón] Uh-huh.

Kosovo, Cyprus, Egypt--

What do you want, Rentería? Hmm?

I want you to understand
that what happened to Valeria

wasn't an isolated incident,
and it wasn't done by petty thieves.

It's a nasty business.

[Simón] You expect we could pretend
none of this happened?

What the fuck do you want, Rentería?

To avoid your children
losing their father too, Simón.

If you keep playing detective,
you could get yourself in serious trouble.

[Simón] Uh-huh.

Her heart could've been given
to a thousand different people,

and that person might not even be
in the country.

Don't do this.

It's not worth it.

Thank you.

For all the statistics.

It isn't that easy.

Not that hard either.

You know what is though?

The possibility of losing out
on a good amount of money.

And it hurts.

Especially when
you could really use it right now.

I can't afford to lose this job either.

Dr. Carrasco isn't going to find out.

You know what else?

[dramatic music plays]

If you're worried about money…

it's not a problem.

[whispers] Here.

So?

Meet me at
the newspaper building 9:00 tonight.

See you.

Hey, are you still having
those crazy dreams?

I think it's a message.

I'm serious.

It's like my new heart
is trying to communicate something.

Only I don't understand
what it's trying to say.

ÁLVARO - CELL

Ah, thanks.

[suspenseful music plays]

I hope you're calling with good news.

[Álvaro] I am.

Because tonight,
we'll find out who the donor is.

[upbeat music playing in distance]

[indistinct chatter]

Hold that thought.

[Simón] Hey.

You lost or you looking for your daughter?

No, I need to buy something.

What?

Molly? Cocaine? Acid? Oxy?

-No.
-No?

No.

I have a brother who needs a kidney,
and I want to buy one.

-Just one?
-Yes, and I have money. I'll show you.

Listen up. This guy wants us
to set him up with a kidney.

[thug 1] Making fun of us, asshole?

-[thug 2] You know where you are, man?
-Are you serious?

You said you had the money,
let's see what you got!

[thug 2] Yo, settle down, brother.

Let me give you some free advice.

You set foot in my neighborhood again,

I'll kill you.

You got that?

Go!

[woman] Ciao, sweetie.

[sighs]

Bar Milonga downtown, man.

That's where the guys who sell
what you're looking for hang out.

Go.

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

I wanted to apologize in person
on behalf of Dr. Carrasco's assistant.

It was a great offer that she had
the good sense to turn down.

[Álvaro chuckles]

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't see this young lady
committing a crime, do you?

[Álvaro scoffs] No, no. Really, man.

I have no idea
what the hell you're talking about.

Camila's very anxious.

[Zacarías] It will only get worse
if she finds out who the donor was.

In my opinion,

it's pretty sad when a journalist
with your experience and stature,

has to resort to bribing
an innocent assistant.

-Camila's my friend.
-[Zacarías] Álvaro.

Transplant recipients
are not supposed to know

who the organ donor is,

because they run the risk of confusing
their identity with the donor's.

They become obsessed.

Their life becomes a shit show.

They wind up searching
for the most minute details

to give them meaning.

It can get to the point that
they don't even know who they are anymore!

Zacarías--

If we were to hold on to
the Camila that we know and love…

we cannot let her find out
who the donor was.

Do it for her.

Convince her that accepting not knowing
is better for her.

Thanks, man.

-[heart beating]
-[saw whirring]

[echoing gasps]

[dramatic music plays]

-[gunshot]
-[Valeria grunts] Oh, no!

Your dreams sound awful, sweetheart.

It's obvious your subconscious
is trying to absolve you

of the guilt you feel
for claiming someone else's heart.

Ah, you just love to show us up

with those two semesters
of psychology, don't you?

Three semesters.
Show some respect. It was three.

You just need to let it go.

Don't listen to your subconscious
or your brother.

Look at me.

You have a job that you love,
a husband who adores you…

Most people would kill
to have what you have.

The only thing you might be missing…

is a little perspective.

[inhales]

-I'm missing more than just perspective…
-[cell vibrating]

…and my wish is probably gonna come true
with this phone call.

[phone beeps]

What do you know?

[Álvaro] I'm sorry.

The woman changed her mind
and didn't come.

She backed out, Cami.

Bullshit.

No, she refused.

I called her and she told me not
to bother her again.

Camila…

I think it would be better to move on.

[sighs]

[jazz music playing]

One Napoletana
and one quattro formaggi on six.

With haste and good intentions we go.

[jazz music continues]

-Hi. This is Tata, my very best friend.
-[Simón] Hello.

[Camila chuckles]

Now the two of us have a tradition
of going out for pizza every Thursday.

So we said,
"Let's have pizza at my hero's."

-At your hero's?
-[both chuckle]

-Really?
-[Camila] Yes.

He did tell me
his pizzas are delicious, so we'll see.

Give me a second to have you seated,
and I'll bring drinks on the house.

Before you rush off, just tell us
which pizza's the best on the menu,

and then you won't even have to bring one.

If I only get to recommend one pizza,

I'm gonna recommend that
all your pizza nights from now on be here.

Ah, a cocky boy.

Are you that good in the kitchen?

Well, if I'm being honest, no.
But my father, yes.

I'm a good apprentice.

-Mm-hmm. We'll see.
-It's funny.

I'm having déjà vu.

Like, this place is familiar somehow.

[Tata scoffs]

[chuckles softly]

Since when does jazz
have that effect on you?

[scoffs]

Great question. [sniffles]

[scoffs]

[sighs, sniffles]

[sighs]

[Tata] Pizza and beer with my best friend.
My favorite Thursday night ritual.

-Cheers to us!
-[both chuckle]

Mmm!

Don't let me stop you
if you want to cry--

[Simón] What's the verdict?

Thumbs up or no?

Tata is the harsher critic.

Let me put it this way, Simón,

I'm afraid my nutritionist
is in danger of losing a client.

-[all chuckle]
-I agree.

I'll burn off a few calories
on my way to the car.

César's around the corner.

Oh, no, no, no. Poor Caesar.

That man of yours is
the most boring husband on earth.

-Pardon? You're one to talk.
-[Simón chuckles]

-[Tata scoffs]
-[Camila chuckles]

[Tata] Zac is very uptight.

[kisses]

-It was a pleasure.
-Yeah, same here.

-Have a good evening.
-[Tata] Gotta go.

-I actually should be getting home myself.
-[Simón] I think that's a terrible idea.

-You know what, Simón?
-What?

That's a brilliant observation.

-[Simón] Thank you.
-[Camila chuckles]

You do like beer, don't you?

One more?

It's the first I've seen my son
crack a smile in quite a while, Alex.

[chuckles]

I have to bring Zacarías here.
He'd really like it.

-[Simón] Mmm.
-[Camila] Or not.

[both chuckle]

No, he could just ruin it for me.

He's so critical.

And a little boring?

-That's what your best friend said.
-[chuckles] Yes.

I don't know. Zacarías…

He gives off an air

that he's forgotten the joy,
like the devil, is in the details.

And it can disappear just as easily
and quickly as it came.

I don't know where I read…
I think I read it.

That joy is the key to life's success.

But happiness is dangerous.

Something always ruins it.

[Valeria echoing] "You know, Valeria,
joy is dangerous."

"Something always ruins it."

Hmm?

But…

-[Camila] Simón?
-Hmm?

-Why are you staring like that?
-Sorry.

-Did I say something?
-No. It's nothing.

-Are you sure? It was kind of intense.
-Everything's fine.

-No, you didn't do anything, honestly.
-Okay.

[Camila] Mmm.

I do have to go. What do I owe you?

No, tonight I'm buying. It's on the house.

No. The beer and all
the food we ate, come on!

You have to. In honor of our…
long history as besties?

-Ancient. [chuckles]
-Yes. [chuckles]

Well then, we'll trade.

A free lunch for a free lunch, my friend.

Here.

Next week I'm having an exhibition
of my latest works.

-[Simón] Mmm.
-It's at night.

I'd love to see you there.

I don't get out too much at night

because this pizzeria
pretty much owns my time, but…

I'll try.

That's a yes.

-[Simón] What?
-That's a yes.

Just invite whoever you want, really.

[sighs]

[Camila] That trumpet
is absolutely gorgeous.

[all applauding]

Beautiful.

Well, thank you again for everything.

[Simón] Good night.

[trumpet continues playing]

["Tear You Apart"
by Daniel Farrant & Nick Kingsley playing]

♪ You got no place left to run to ♪

♪ Maybe you should put
The blame on yourself ♪

♪ But I ain't the one
To make no false promises ♪

♪ Didn't I say
I was bad for your health…? ♪

[man] Yeah, baby. Whoo! That's it!

That's what I like to see, baby!

A hundred more.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!
You got it! You got it!

"The strong destroy each other,
while the weak go on living."

-Let's go! Yes!
-Bernard Proust, he's a famous author.

Very, very famous.

I teach my students about it
at the high school--

Here we go. Let's do it again!

I was told this is where I could find help
with what I'm looking for. Hmm?

We don't sell drugs here, man.

No. I'm not looking for drugs,
I want to--

Yes, yes, yes!

Let's say I need
to buy something more complicated, hmm?

Let's go!

My wife is basically going
to die in six months

if she doesn't get
a heart transplant that could save her.

I was told this is a place where someone
might know someone who could…

Hmm?

You heard wrong, old man.

I have money to pay.

Hey! I don't know what you heard,
but you need to get lost.

You want some company, honey?

-No, thank you.
-We'll take good care of you, sweetie.

-Just for a little.
-No, I can't. Thank you.

[indistinct chattering]

Hey! Hey! [grunts]

Shh, shh, shh, shh!

[Simón] What is this? What?

Hey, hey, hey! Hold on. Don't shoot!

-[brakes screech]
-What is this?

[Simón struggles, grunts]

[gun shots firing]

[Lucas] You're dead.

-[Sam] What about this?
-[Gaby] Luqui.

-[Sam] Here.
-[Gaby] Get off of there.

Now I know why Val
would hide the controllers.

I know, it drives me nuts.

This smells delicious.

It's for carnivores,
so you don't complain about my eggplant.

-Are you serious?
-Yes.

-Lucas! Lucas!
-[Gaby] Luqui.

-[Lucas] Coming!
-[Sam] We have meat!

-[Gaby] The house looks great.
-[Lucas] I'm starving.

-[Sam] Thanks. I needed it.
-What's your dad doing tonight?

Mmm. He said he had an audition, I think?

-An audition?
-Uh-huh. Yes.

Must've forgot to mention it.

[suspenseful music plays]

[Simón] Hey! [grunts]

Take it easy! Hey, hey, hey!

[Simón grunts, straining]

[Garabato] You think you could
just show up asking fucked up questions?

-Huh?
-[Garabato] Hmm?

Who told you about us?

[Simón] Nobody. [breathing heavily]

[Simón grunts, coughs]

This guy smells like a pig.

No! [breathes shakily]

Pigs get slaughtered.

I'm not a cop. No.

[grunts]

[Mariachi] Garabato.

[Simón breathing heavily]

What the fuck is so important?

At the bar, this guy started asking
if someone could sell him a heart.

I think he's a pig.

-Hold on. Hey!
-[Mariachi] You think?

-Hey, hey, hey! No, no!
-[Mariachi] Let him go, asshole.

One bastard isn't worth a bullet.

Do you think it's suspicious
he shows up asking questions like that?

Did you fucking hear what I said, asshole?

You a heart expert?

Hell no.

Neither am I, dumbass.

So now, beat him good

-so he stops asking stupid questions.
-[Simón] No, please!

-[Simón] No.
-Have fun, boys.

[Simón grunts]

[Simón] Hey.

[Sam] How was--?

-What happened?
-Nothing?

Who did that to you?

I got jumped by a few guys.

[grunts] And I made the mistake
of trying to fend them off.

[Lucas] Is that makeup, Pa?

No, it's not, Lucas. He's hurt.
Get me the first aid kit. Hurry!

[Lucas] Going! Going!

-We should take you to the hospital.
-No, it looks worse than it is.

Tomorrow I'll be fine. Lucas, forget it!

-[Lucas] No, you need it!
-Hurry. Come on!

Got it!

At least let me clean it up, huh?

[Lucas] Mama always said you wash it
with soap and water first,

then you put the disinfectant.

-[Sam] Yes.
-You're doing it backwards.

-I know, but it's urgent, Lucas.
-Jeez!

I do have some good news.
I'm sorry. It's in my pocket.

-I managed…
-[Lucas] What is it?

…to save the phone.

-[Sam] Who cares?
-[chuckles]

-[Sam] Stay still.
-Hey, hey, gently.

GAZES

[jazz music playing]

Hey, you made it. Fantastic!

Great crowd.

Thank you. [chuckles]

Hello.

[sighs] Oh.

Mama, try to alternate with water, okay?

Don't worry.

Tonight, all eyes are
on your pictures and you.

I will have the good sense
to remain invisible.

Can you really stand
sharing the spotlight?

Please, I know that
my favorite mother-in-law

will have the decency
not to ruin the evening.

I love it that you're all afraid of me.

-All I hear is that your show's marvelous.
-[Greta chuckles]

I certainly hope so.
With what I've spent on champagne,

she'll have to sell it all.

[all chuckle]

We're so lucky to have you here
this evening, Mr. Strategist.

You can't imagine
how much smooth talking I did

to disinvite his illustrious candidate.

It's her show, so she gets to choose.

[all chuckle]

It's her guest list. [chuckles]

-Excuse me a minute.
-Sure, sweetheart.

[camera shutter clicks]

-Hi.
-You made it.

Yes. Yes, I did.
I really wanted to see your work.

[chuckles]

Thank you. I hope you enjoy the exhibition
as much as I did your pizza.

-Oh, yeah.
-But if not…

No, thanks.

…then just pretend
and lie to my face. [chuckles]

I'm so nervous. I hate it.

[Zacarías] And who do we have here?

[Camila chuckles]

You met before.

He's the one who saved my camera

and escorted me out of that disaster
at the Carlos Vives concert.

And you were so grateful
that you invited him to your exhibition.

-Yes.
-[Zacarías] Of course you did.

Simón just happens to own--

A pizzeria?

Yes.

[Camila] How did you know?

-[Zacarías] You mentioned it.
-[Camila] I did?

-[man] Camila Duarte?
-Yes.

Carlos Pulveda, from The Spectator.

How are you?

-[Carlos] Great, thanks. Can we talk?
-Of course, that's why we're here.

-Enjoy the show.
-Yes.

-[Carlos] Gentleman.
-I will.

You make a Hawaiian?

No, we make every pizza
except for Hawaiian.

-May I ask you something?
-Sure.

What does a pizza guy know about art?

I have several responses
to that kind of question,

but tonight,
I'm going to answer with silence.

Right. How bold ignorance can be
when you own it.

Well, I'll go educate myself then.

Please do.

[jazz music continues]

[dramatic sting]

[trumpet playing]

[heart beating]

["In a Heartbeat"
by Cavendish Music playing]

[song fades out]