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A NETFLIX SERIES

LOVE OF MY LIFE

WEEKS LATER

A pleasure to see you, Mr. Azcárate.

I have heard a great deal of good things about you.

I hope they are true.

Mr. Frías is one of the Cauca's greatest traders.

We go way back.

And yet, his name doesn't ring a bell.

I know everyone in the Cauca.

This is the first time we're investing in cotton.

I assure you that you won't regret doing business with us.

You should hear his offer, it's the best so far--

I'm sure that if you let him talk, Mr. Frías will walk me through his offer.

Businesses aren't only about money, Mr. Frías.

They are…

a shared vision.

We can agree on that.

Please, come with me.

You look simply angelic, dear.

Rather an angel fallen from Heaven

as she's only flying downwards with that bulky dress.

Beauty and utility don't always go hand in hand.

But I wanted to be able to dance at my party, Auntie.

Brides don't dance.

They only waltz with the husband and spend the rest

of the night tending to the guests, which is why you must look perfect.

Well, they did warn us that we'd be bored during the party.

I will ask you to leave if you're not here to help.

Relax, Auntie. I think Federico is right.

I don't want to be part of the party decorations.

I just don't think it's worth wasting all that money on a dress

I use for one night.

- The most important night of your life. - Oh no.

The heiress to the Azcárate empire

will have only one important night in her lifetime.

- That's enough! - Come on, Auntie.

I'm ticking her off.

I think I'll go change.

Actually, can you give me half of the money my dad gave you?

Why?

Because I need it

and I think that…

we could arrange

a far simpler dress with half the budget.

And it will be far more comfortable.

I'll show you the design.

Uh, I don't think so.

Auntie.

Thank you for your help, but I want to choose what dress I'll wear,

the party setup, everything. Come, Fede.

Don't worry, I'll change her mind.

It would've been far easier to get married in secret.

What's the deal?

Discussing every minute detail of the party.

The dress, the food, all of my dad's countless guests.

I'm rather excited to go to the event of the year.

Do you think…

that we'll show up in the society column of the newspaper?

Just imagine, the heiress to the Azcárate empire

marries a foreman.

Hm, yeah.

Only Rogelio is no longer a foreman,

he's an administrator.

Ah.

A promotion before the wedding.

Why are you saying all this nonsense?

Oh, don't be like that.

More than anything, keep your sense of humor.

Then make better jokes.

Why is it so hard to understand

that the least of my concerns

is Rogelio's line of work, or the party?

Well, because you're an Azcárate.

- Pass me the belt. - Don't give me that look.

This one?

You need to understand that you

are not a person of ordinary standing.

Oh, but I wish I were, Fede.

It seems like it's very hard for my dad to understand.

He'd rather keep his inheritance than give a girl a home.

How come? What are you talking about?

Fede, to my dad, everything has a price tag.

That's what I mean.

In order to marry Rogelio, I have to pay it off.

What price did you have to pay?

I promised him I would stay at the hacienda,

that I would die in the hacienda,

and that I could not sell or abandon it.

That's the price.

You're nuts, how can you promise him that, Mari?

I dug my own grave.

Don't do it, Mari.

You don't have to ruin your life marrying like this.

It's settled.

I was looking for you, Rogelio.

I'm no longer Rogelio.

Mr. Benítez?

Some laborers refuse to work

until they are paid the welfare we promised.

Tell them there's no money, we haven't been paid.

Will you come with me to explain that?

You're making me do your job, huh?

You promised them money.

There's no money. If they wish to leave, so be it.

- Will you let them go? - No, you will.

Or is being foreman too much for you?

I told Alfredo you lacked character.

I don't understand this loyalty to laborers who don't work.

Get it together.

You know what you owe to Mr. Alfredo.

I know my debts well. You're not one to remind me of them.

Well?

I want solutions.

Not problems.

Graciliano!

Oh, there you are.

You got a letter.

- For me? - Yes.

But I never get anything.

There's always a first.

The world would certainly be a much better place

with generous people like yourself.

Not at all, it's my pleasure.

I wish I could help more.

In fact,

I was thinking, maybe you'll agree with me,

that I should visit once a month, at least.

You are always welcome here.

I know you have visited many times.

Imelda mentioned you were interested in the kids.

Yes.

Yes, how is…

How is she?

You didn't hear?

Imelda passed away.

Pardon?

- I can't believe what you're telling me. - I'm still not over it myself.

Poor kids.

They didn't get to enjoy life with their mom,

nor could she enjoy life with them.

What will happen to them?

I don't know, I only pray to God

that a good couple comes to adopt them.

But frankly, it is unlikely for them to adopt two siblings.

I've seen kids here throughout the years

with no couples adopting them.

- May I come closer? - Sure, of course.

Hello.

Hello.

You kids will never be alone, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

- Good. - Good.

- Wow, he ran so fast! - Yeah?

Whoa.

Dear father,

I hope you are reading these words, which bear witness to a great truth.

I am still alive.

For a long time I had lost my memory.

I forgot who I was, where I came from.

It is a miracle that I am not dead.

Somebody shot me.

I escaped my destiny, which was death.

In my escape, I came here.

To another country, where I began my life anew.

But memories returned to haunt me, like ghosts.

And I could remember my name,

my past.

And that I too have a family in Colombia.

And although I have work,

a home and a new life here,

I refuse to go on without knowing the truth of my past.

Too much left unanswered.

I need to know what I did.

If I am truly a criminal,

and if the police are after me.

I need to know who I was, who I am.

I want to know if you're all okay,

if my love for Mariana was real.

I want to know if I'll ever see you all again.

Will you help, Dad?

Joaquín?

Joaquín.

Mr. James.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Listen, be careful, Joaquín. Please be careful.

What happened?

Allegedly, Joaquín, one of the neighbors called Immigration

to warn them of illegal aliens here.

Okay.

I should have warned you that this could happen.

What will you do, then?

I've been thinking about it, Joaquín.

Regrettably, it'd be best for you to go.

No.

Mr. James.

If you want, I'll…

I'll work at the site you offered me, it's no problem.

Now that I have my diploma.

Look, Joaquín, what just happened is extremely fickle.

I could get in trouble with the law.

Unfortunately, Joaquín,

in these situations, a mere diploma will not suffice.

Look, when your papers are in order, and you have a green card,

look for me and I'll give you your job back.

But for now, you have to leave.

I wish there was another way…

but there isn't.

I must admit you did an excellent job with Mr. Azcárate.

The old man is willing to sell us the crop.

Ten tons of cotton headed straight to the gringos.

How much of it can we hide?

One ton.

You heard right.

A whole ton of marijuana,

a whole third of its profits going to you.

I said I would do my job.

And I said I'd make you rich.

Even richer.

And after marrying the heiress of La Victoria, we're making bank.

That money isn't mine.

They took you out?

Mr. Alfredo is not as innocent as you all think.

Why marry if you're not getting an inheritance?

I love my fiancée.

Millionaires aren't made from love.

I said the Azcárate fortune isn't mine, I never said it won't be.

Close the deal before celebrating.

In business, whenever

a righteous, honest person comes along,

they want him out of the way.

Yes, but the truth is…

if I keep my illegal status, I'll always be at risk.

And it will prevent me from attending college.

Okay, so… what's the plan?

I don't know.

But it's clear that if I want to prosper in life, it can't be here.

But, why are you always looking for excuses to go back?

It's not an excuse to go back.

I just can't live my life waiting to be busted by the police.

I had to leave my country because of that.

But…

come to think of it,

you don't have to keep running.

What's your solution?

If we get married, you won't be an illegal alien anymore.

I would do whatever it takes for you to stay here.

This is your home.

I told you to look after her.

Is she okay? She was okay.

So this is okay?

This is okay, this is okay, this is okay!

I didn't know she was taking those

until she came to the bar drunk, saying her baby had been stolen.

She can't be going to the bar saying those things.

She can't go back, okay?

Rogelio.

Where is my baby?

Jazmín.

You look out for yourself.

My little girl.

Get the car ready.

- What for? - Don't ask, go!

I'll take you somewhere to get you patched up, okay?

I can't live another day without my little girl.

You can't be going around saying they took your girl.

I don't want to go anywhere without her.

You need to stop drinking.

I won't honor any kind of deal.

If you don't,

you won't see the girl again. You know how I get, don't you?

If I listen to you,

you'll let me see my little girl?

Get fixed up.

And you can see her.

Won't you tell me how it's going with your new foreman job?

Sometimes things are not up to me.

But rather other people.

You know you can tell me every one of your problems.

When talking about others, words simply spill out.

Anyone could listen and parrot them back.

For instance, I have no problem confessing that I never cared for Benítez.

But he's the administrator.

One must watch what he says.

Does him marrying our girl Mariana sit right with you?

Mr. Alfredo is okay with it.

What you or I think makes no difference.

How I'd love for someone to call off that wedding.

You need to watch what you say, woman.

Yes, I would love if someone showed up to crash the wedding.

Virgelina.

Mr. Graciliano.

May I have a moment?

Tell me, José.

Those gentlemen would like a word with you, sir.

Let's go.

There was a problem with the suppliers. A landslide is what made me late.

I see.

I'm not here to reprimand you.

I'm not the type of woman…

to ask where you've been, or to check your pockets.

I'm here to talk to you about something important.

Remember the orphanage I go to in order to make donations?

Yes.

There are two kids up for adoption.

I don't follow.

Two very special kids.

Not to imply the others aren't,

it's just that,

well, they're the age that my son would be right now, and…

I don't know,

I'd like you to get to know them.

Why?

Because it's an opportunity for the family to grow.

Don't we have more than enough with Sarita?

Yes, I know, but…

we have the money and Sarita wouldn't grow up alone.

Think it over.

Okay?

You know how important this is to me.

We'll go tomorrow if you want.

Thanks.

Twins.

Yes, sir, twins.

They arrived at the same time.

They're identical.

- Mine. - Mine!

They don't look it.

Yes, but twins are not always identical.

Aren't they precious?

Truly precious.

You know how hard it is to be an only child?

Any idea when they got here?

It was odd.

Why is that?

They came with a note that said they were in danger.

- Any idea who brought them? - No.

Neighbors said they saw a woman,

a nurse.

But we never knew if it was true or hearsay.

They took two babies. You said it was only the one I delivered.

I left them there by the river.

Did anyone see you?

No, no, nobody saw me.

Yes, come here.

Thoughts?

Cute.

A big family would be cute.

I'll sort out the paperwork with Hortensia. Go see your dressmaker.

See you.

Bye!

Take care, I'll see you later.

My doll!

Like I said, there's little information on the kids.

- But it's all here. - Thanks.

It says they got here midway through 1949.

Right.

Is everything okay?

No.

No.

I can't believe anyone had the heart to abandon these children.

Do people have no heart?

Right?

I ponder the same, sometimes…

I wonder why God forgets about his own children.

A certain…

- Jesús adopted them. - Mm-hmm.

- And Imelda. - Imelda.

Regrettably, she passed away.

Jesús never loved them.

That means you won't have any issues signing the paperwork.

Excuse me. Mrs. Hortensia, may I have a moment?

Coming.

Roy.

- Why are you here? - I need to talk to you.

It's been a while, Graciliano.

And I paid for my mistakes.

I'm not talking about your betrayal, Roy.

But what happened with my son Joaquín.

What happened with Joaquín?

I don't remember that night very well.

I was wounded.

- Do you drink? - I remember what happened clearly.

My son is no thug.

We were home when we heard the shots fired in the hacienda.

What happened, Roy?

You forgot to confess…

Joaquín Mosquera was your accomplice.

- He had nothing to do with it. - You're not listening.

You came into the hacienda with that lowlife Joaquín!

Is it not too late to ask questions?

Listen to me, Graciliano.

Leave things alone.

My son is innocent, Roy.

Your son was innocent.

Know that if you keep stirring up the hornet's nest,

you'll end up like him.

You destroyed all of our lives.

And you destroyed my son's!

Do you think I'm proud of that?

I had no other choice.

It was me or Joaquín.

Why?

Look at me.

Did they torture you, Roy?

The enemy is closer than you think.

Tell me the truth, Roy.

Who was it?

Benítez.

It was Benítez!

Evening.

Evening.

I'm looking for Jesús Manríquez.

That's me.

How can I help?

I'm Rogelio.

Maybe we can talk about your kids.

What do you mean? I don't have kids.

You do.

I'm here to offer you a deal.

Lovely.

Thank you, Auntie.

Thanks.

- Won't you open it? - No.

Just try them on before you go.

I doubt that's necessary. I can try them on at the ranch.

But show me, please.

Why don't you like surprises?

Help me by paying the dressmaker. I'm in a hurry. Thanks.

I'm not paying you to enable her.

What color is it? White?

It's a surprise.

So.

You're Rogelio?

No amount of cash can convince me to live with those kids again.

Got that?

Is this your house?

No.

Do you want one?

Who are you?

Someone who wants those kids to return to their dad.

And what do I do with those two kids in my home all day?

I don't know.

I don't like kids.

Do whatever you want.

I don't care.

I need those children to be taken away from here.

Shall we do business or not?

Don't do anything crazy.

Benítez owes me an explanation, Roy.

Do you think Benítez is the only one behind all this?

This is a powerful foe.

- Don't put your family at risk. - What do you mean, Roy?

Your son was Mariana's lover.

I've served Mr. Alfredo all my life, he wouldn't give that order.

Don't be blinded by your loyalty.

I've spent my life in that hacienda, Roy.

Even if you think you owe everything to that family,

you will never be one of them.

Then what am I supposed to do?

Keep quiet like you did and not stand up for one of my own?

- Look what they did to Joaquín. - Don't mention that.

Roy, what would happen if Joaquín was alive?

They would kill him,

along with all of you.

There are two beautiful kids at the orphanage.

They were born into tough circumstances,

the mom recently passed, the dad, I don't know,

didn't want to care for them.

He brought them in.

But I thought it would be wonderful to adopt them.

Wait a moment, Mariana.

- What? - I know.

It's a difficult situation, the mom wanted them to be adopted together.

And finding a family that wants to accommodate them both

is difficult, but…

Sweetheart, why not think it over?

You're about to get married and raise a little girl.

Dad, I already did. I think it's what's best for Sarita,

for her to grow up alongside two siblings.

Then buy her a dog.

Look, I didn't call…

to ask you, but to tell you that Rogelio saw them

and he's okay with it.

Since when does it matter what that idiot thinks?

Mariana, stop and think it over, please.

Shouldn't you focus on your marriage and raising that girl

before starting a kindergarten?

Dad, I know what I want.

Those kids were born without any care, they need me.

They were born into a very difficult situation

and were also rejected because of their skin color,

and if I can do anything to change that, I will.

Wait a second. Are you saying the kids you want to adopt

are Negroes?

I will have Negro heirs over my dead body.

Did you forget your mom died at the hands of one of them?

Never…

Listen carefully, never will I allow that to happen.

Was Graciliano's son not enough

to realize where I stand on all of this?

Mariana,

do you want me dead?

You already gave me gastric ulcers.

Giving my last name to Negro kids? I'll have a heart attack!

I've had it up to here with your hatred and your racism!

Mrs. Hortensia.

Jesús?

What are you doing here?

I'm here for my kids.

That girl Sara fell asleep.

- Virgelina. - Hm?

Sit down.

I need to talk to you.

Joaquín is alive.

Why tell me this?

This is his handwriting.

It came in a few days ago.

He's alive, Virgelina.

I don't understand.

Why didn't he come back? Why not tell me sooner?

I needed to investigate.

To get proof.

To make heads or tails of all this.

I can't believe it.

Joaquín lost his memory, Virgelina.

We were lied to.

Not only did they scapegoat our son, he was also framed for murder.

While fleeing, he fell in the river and lost his memory.

Then who is to blame?

Benítez.

Mr. Alfredo.

What?

You know he doesn't care for us after what happened with his wife.

He has us here because he needs us.

The day Mariana confessed her love--

That man tried to kill Joaquín.

We must leave this place.

Where to, honey?

I don't know, anywhere.

- We have to report it to the police. - They won't believe us.

The only thing we know for sure

is that Benítez forced Roy to pin the blame on our son.

But Roy is not willing to confess that to anyone.

What then?

We have to stay.

Gather evidence, Virgelina,

so that one day, we can make all of them pay.

We can't let Miss Mariana marry that man.

That's not our business.

Mariana is not one of us.

She made her choice, Virgelina.

Listen carefully.

You will not do anything.

We won't do a thing.

All we can do

is look after our son.

Look at me.

Promise me

you won't do anything.

I'm sure.

The dad came to pick up the kids.

You told me the father was not interested in having them.

Well, can you believe he changed his mind and wants them back?

Legally we're powerless, he has the right.

And…

are we sure they will be okay with him?

Well…

I truly hope so.

I feel so sorry for you, Mariana.

But like it or not, the kids belong with their family.

Thanks.

Let's go, miss.

Let's go.

- Where are you taking me? - To therapy. Easy.

Where's my daughter?

Relax, let's go.

What is this?

Where did you take me?

Where did you take me?

Relax, relax.

Where did you take me?

What will you do to me?

What will you do?

No, no!

No, no! Please…

Sir, please, my daughter!

My daughter, please!

No!

No! I didn't do anything!

Please! Please, no!

She went in there.

- Jesús? - Yes?

You told me you were interested, correct?

How much do you want for them?

Look.

Done.

I know you were crushed.

But don't let what happened deny you of the joy that's to come.

A lovely girl awaits us at the ranch.

Everything will be okay.

We have a bright future.

DAYS LATER

Okay, girls.

Cups go on the tables, very good.

Chairs? The chairs. We're missing chairs, please.

There.

Jacinta, I need you to help me double check.

I am overwhelmed with joy knowing you're alive.

But during these years,

a lot has happened.

They all went on with their lives.

What they did is an injustice.

But it's best

if everyone keeps thinking you're dead.

You have been grieved over enough.

Mariana is about to get married and start a family.

And that dress?

Why that color?

I think it suits the occasion.

Half marriage, half mourning.

I wouldn't feel right dressing in all white.

Build a life there.

There is nothing for you here.

Ready? Let's go.

I won't go.

Pardon?

I said I'm not going.

I'm sorry for Marianita, but I won't pretend that I'm okay

with her marrying someone who may have attempted to murder my son.

And I don't intend to repeat myself with you, Virgelina.

We're going to play pretend and keep our mouths shut.

We cannot be so cowardly.

It's not cowardice.

Virgelina, we have no proof.

Then what?

We go on like nothing happened?

What else are we to do?

We go there, tell them Joaquín is alive

so they can go and kill him.

Or Josefina,

or you, or me.

For God's sake, Virgelina.

We're going, and we're keeping quiet.

Let life sort it out, let time enact justice.

But we are going to be there to see it happen.

But we won't get blood on our hands like they did.

I can't live like that.

Oh!

- Are you feeling okay? - The ceremony is starting…

What happened?

Your mom feels unwell.

It's best if she stays here and rests it off.

But, how come?

Mom, do you want me to cook something?

No, sweetie, I probably…

ate something and fell ill, don't worry.

Get going, I'll catch up.

Go, go.

You sure?

If I were to leave, I'd go far away,

but not without you.

I had to see you.

Really?

How badly?

An eternity wouldn't suffice.

Miss Mariana.

There's a call for you.

From whom?

- José. - Evening, sir.

You brought your invitation? So you can sit up front.

No.

I'm staying here, Dad.

With my people.

Hello?

To whom am I speaking?

Anyone there?

To whom am I speaking?

Hello, anyone there?

Mariana.

What are you doing?

The whole world is waiting.

To whom am I speaking?

Marianita, do you want to be late to your wedding?

Come on, girl. Please?

Mariana, your wedding.

Come on, dear.

Dear.

You've made me the happiest woman.

I don't want you to go, I want what you promised me.

May love decide my destiny.

Mariana is about to get married and start a family.

Mariana, do you want to be late to your wedding?

How did it go?

Mr. Wilson had a huge harvest down the street,

there were lots of people, it was very crowded.

And you?

Is something…

wrong?

The mail is here.

I think you were right.

I belong here.

I doubt…

Colombia has anything for me.

I want to stay with you.

I want to live…

with you.

What life I have left.

Subtitle translation by: Santiago Leyva