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LOVE OF MY LIFE

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 killing 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 illegal, 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 slaves.

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 kill 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.

Subtitle translation by: Shannon Kirby