Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to this exhibition fight.
The heavyweight world champion, Muhammad Ali, versus El Niño de Montería.
That day in '77 arrived, when the greatest boxer of all time,
Muhammad Ali, held a five-round exhibition match in Bogotá
to benefit the Roosevelt Institute.
I had to cover the event for the newspaper.
The champ attacks, but El Niño de Montería fights back.
The champ delivers a perfect combination against his enemy.
And the champion performed the honorary kickoff
at the Millonarios-Nacional match and fought at the Plaza de Toros
against the Colombian boxer Bernardo Mercado,
better known as "El Niño de Montería."
Right hook, and it's over, ladies and gentlemen.
Ali! Ali! Ali!
During the press conference,
I couldn't resist asking a question
that was directly linked to my current situation.
Uh, Camilo Granados fromPunto Decisivo.
Exactly ten years ago, you refused to be drafted in the military
as a conscientious objector.
Because of that, you went to jail. Please tell us why.
Ali said it was a matter of conscience.
"I will not disgrace my religion, my people, or myself
by becoming a tool to enslave those
who are fighting for their own justice, freedom, and equality."
Those were the words of the champ.
It was a very good reason.
Ali chose to go to prison over betraying his principles.
But if I had to do the military service,
would I have a valid reason to refuse it?
Would I rather go to jail?
It was a question that, for the moment,
had no answer.
EVA LASTING
"A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE" EPISODE 2
Brothers and sisters, parents…
…godparents, relatives…
Eva and Arbeláez were Antonia's godparents.
And that day, Father Angarita gave a long sermon
where he focused on the theme of responsibility.
Now I ask you the question,
what does that mean, that responsibility?
And I asked myself too.
-Where does that responsibility begin? -Luisa. How's she doing?
Because the decisions we make, in one way or another…
-Hi, baby. -…affect other people.
-Hello, baby. Isn't this exciting? -That's why…
-…when we become parents… -This is so exciting.
…those decisions, important or not…
…must be carefully considered.
They must be carefully considered…
-…with our families in mind… -Are you okay?
-…with our children… -Luisa.
-…who are precisely… -What?
-Let me help. -…our responsibility.
After church, we went to our house,
where my mom had organized a small party.
And it was there that I felt the moment had come
to take responsibility for my choices.
Sometimes it's worth listening to Father Angarita. He's a wise man.
Mm-hmm. Yes, sir.
Yeah, I liked what he said about
the responsibility and our decisions.
Of course. Obviously.
Listen, through the mouth of a priest, the voice of God speaks.
Hmm.
Well, speaking about responsibility and stuff,
I wanted to tell you the decision I made.
Mm-hmm.
Mm, I'm gonna get a BA in literature.
I think you didn't catch a part of the sermon, kiddo.
-What? -The responsibility part.
-Yeah. -You're the head of your family now.
-Yes. -How do you plan to support your daughter?
-Getting a job. -A job in what?
-Well, working, writing a novel… -That's not a job. Writing?
-Being a professor. -No, sir. Over my dead body.
-But why? -In Colombia, professors they…
-They are starving. -No, it's a decision I made.
I'm not gonna change it. No, sir.
-Are you daring me, Mr. Granados? -No, I'm just communicating…
Watch your tone, boy.
I'm just communicating you the decision I've made, Dad. Yeah?
Janet, we're leaving.
-Why does she have to-- -I hope they draft you.
-I hope they draft all of you. -Dad, why?
For the military. Let's see if there they toughen you up.
-I was… -The military is what you need.
-Hurry up. -José.
Uh, bye, Janet.
I told him I'll study literature.
On top of that,
the newspaper had assigned me to cover a movie that was causing a great stir
and had just premiered in Colombia.
Taxi Driverby Martin Scorsese.
I convinced my friends to come with me, and in the darkness of the theater,
we watched in horror as a Vietnam veteran named Travis lost his mind
and may have tragically ended his days as a result of the war's trauma.
At that moment, I completely understood Muhammad Ali.
Are you talking to me?
PREMIERE
Granados, you're such an idiot.
-You really are. -Why?
Why did you make us watch this movie at this precise moment?
Ah, I'm sorry man. I didn't know what it was about.
It was rough. It's clear that this guy lost his mind in Vietnam.
-Hmm, no. -Well, I liked it.
Besides, it was about time they showed war not as a heroic act,
but what it really is.
A scenario of violence that's irrational, where no one wins,
and where the worst brutalities in the world are permitted.
For example, look at the protagonist of the movie.
What did he win from the war?
-Yeah, nothing. -Exactly.
Because war is not a heroic act.
No, on the contrary, war degrades you.
You go nuts, and no one comes out clean, not even the "winners."
I heard on the radio that the army and the guerrillas
are fighting on the frontlines.
Well, at least that's far away from here, huh?
I have bad news for you, Castro.
A friend's brother from the hood just got drafted,
and the guy told us that even high schoolers are getting deployed.
Really?
Yeah.
My friend's brother was sent all the way to the front.
They haven't heard from him in weeks.
Fuck me.
Let's cross our fingers they don't draft us, or…
…we'll end up losing our minds like that… Travis guy from the movie.
Or worse,
murdered in the battlefield.
But there's another option.
What?
Just don't show up.
They'll send us to jail. It happened to Ali as well.
-Ali was in prison? -Yeah.
Well, yeah, but if you do it as a group,
I honestly don't think they can send all you boys to jail, right?
Also, it would be the perfect way to protest against the war.
After the incident during Antonia's baptism,
my dad didn't sit back and do nothing.
Feeling that it was his responsibility
to prevent me from making the mistake of studying literature,
he went to find a way to get me into military service.
He was absolutely convinced
that a year in the military would completely straighten me out.
Mr. Granados?
Hi.
-Um… Quiñonez. -Quiñonez.
-Yeah. -How are you doing, boy?
Very well, and you?
Fine. Everything is fine.
Yeah, so what are you doing here?
I came to speak with a major, friend of my dad's.
He's helping me get enlisted in the army next year and all that, right?
Oh, are you going to do your military service?
Yes, sir, or course. It's my duty to my homeland.
Well, I'm glad to hear that.
I'm glad that there are still young people who have love for their homeland
and uphold strong values.
Well done, son. Well done.
And what are you, uh… doing here?
Hmm…
Would you mind introducing me to that major, your dad's friend?
Come in.
-Hi. -What's up?
What's up?
Yeah, this little one came to say good night.
Oh…
-Oh, good night. -Yeah, baby.
-Bye, baby. Good night. -Yeah, yeah. "Good night, Daddy."
Good night, my love.
Aw, "I'm such a beautiful girl."
Camilo, Eva told me about her suggestion.
Yeah.
I think Eva is sometimes a little too optimistic, huh?
We can hardly get all the students to agree at José María.
But now we'll get all the high schoolers in the country to agree?
So now what?
No, I mean,
we'll wait, right?
I don't think we're unlucky enough to get drafted and then…
Right? Come.
Come with Daddy.
-Go with Daddy. -Do you think so?
Hmm?
You think they won't?
No.
Rodrigo told me they were sending the boys to the red zones.
I can't believe we have to pay for other people's interests.
-Why do we have to fight this war? -Hmm.
It was a fair question.
The reality for us is that, up until then, the war had been something distant,
and to tell the truth, something we didn't fully grasp.
I'm not so sure about it.
-Why? -What's up, Granadilla?
-Let go of me! -Stop it, moron.
-Guess who I ran into yesterday afternoon. -Let go of me.
-Oh, your daddy! Huh? -What?
-Do you wanna know where? -What? Tell me.
At the military academy.
Oh.
-Mm. -Guess what he was doing over there.
-What? -Giving you to our country.
I'll see you there, Granadillita.
In the barracks, life will give me the chance
to treat you the way youtrulydeserve.
And who knows? Maybe you'll suddenly become a man, huh?
See you soon, my recruit.
Camilo, do you think that's true?
Uh, no.
He's crazy. Obviously not.
It's out of bounds.
When is it a penalty?
When… there are just two opponents
positioned between the striker and the goalkeeper.
-Yeah? And those are the rules. -Mm.
Do you understand it?
-It's fair. -But do you understand the rule?
Yes, it's pretty easy.
Yeah?
Yeah.
For years, I've tried to explain this to Mrs. Ana, and it's been impossible.
Well, now, how do teams line up?
I don't want to keep talking about soccer.
But why not? It's the most thrilling topic in the world, Janet.
Because I just want to drive the car.
Hmm… Um…
-Sh, sh, sh! -Be quiet, Dad.
-You can help me. -Well, 24 times… 24 times… times…
-Hello. -Hello.
Why are you home so early, Mrs. Ana?
-Hi, Janet. -We need to talk to you, José.
Oh yeah? Hello.
Thank you for babysitting. I'm gonna take her now.
Bye, baby girl. Bye-bye.
Bye.
What happened?
You tell me, Dad.
What happened?
Is it true you handed me over to the army?
Oh, so you already know, boy.
-Yeah. -Is that true?
Yeah, I talked to a major to see if they'd recruit the kiddo.
No. Are you serious, Dad?
They're taking boys to the red zone. Didn't you hear?
That's not true. The major explained to me, kid.
It's not true. It's just an empty rumor.
And if so, so what?
We must be aware that the war against insurgency concerns us all.
If I were your age, I'd put on camouflage and shoot all of them. Period!
You don't care if they kill me?
That's the problem, young man. Yeah, fear. Because of that, we're in this position.
That's why, in this country, delinquency is off the charts,
and honest citizens aren't able to defend themselves.
-That's why. -Can't believe this.
How long are you gonna try to control Camilo without askinghimwhat he wants?
And what do you want?
-Uh-- -You see? He doesn't know!
He'll know when he becomes responsible. But he wants to study. Wanna study, huh?
-Literature! -What? This is serious!
-I told you! -No! You'll ruin your life!
What's your solution? Send him to the barracks?
Well, yeah!
First, he can defend our country.
Second, he'll have time to reflect on his life.
Lastly, he'll be able to have an experience that will toughen him up.
I don't agree with this!
-Me neither! -I don't care!
What's the point in arguing?
They're not gonna draft you.
Major said it's not possible because you're a dad, among other things.
-Really, Dad? -Mm-hmm. So relax.
You can keep living under your mother's skirt like always. Huh?
Coward kid. Spoiled kiddo.
That's the way to fail in life, okay?
And part of it is your fault, Mrs. Ana.
But why should I bother talking here if my opinion doesn't matter?
Yeah, why bother
if you're saying such stupid things?
Ugh!
Did you call me stupid, Mrs. Ana?
If it weren't for Toñita, I wouldn't go back.
You heard them all. They were calling me stupid. Hmm.
-Do you think I'm stupid? -A little bit. Just a tiny bit.
But do you understand what I was trying to do, right?
-Yes. -To prevent Camilo from making a mistake.
Yes, I know, and I understand it.
-Well… -I know how you feel.
Do you think I messed up?
-Honestly? -Mm-hmm.
Yes, you overreacted a little bit.
Mm.
I'm like a crab, Janet.
One step back, two steps forward.
The other way around.
-You mean the contrary? Oh yeah. -Two little steps back.
-One step forward. -Forward. Yeah, yeah. Well…
What do I do now?
You apologize.
Yeah, but I don't think apologizing will help right now.
It really does work. I did it with Mom, and it worked.
Mm-hmm?
Yeah. Feel better?
-Mm-hmm. -Give me a hug, Dad.
Oh.
No way. I can't believe it, Granados.
Well…
the perks of being a dad, my brother.
-Is it true that Quiñonez volunteered? -Yeah.
Well, that just proves that there are really dumb people in this world, right?
I don't agree, my man.
It's just, there are people like Quiñonez who may think differently.
-But that doesn't make people dumb. -I think they're dumb.
Well, in that case,
s-service in the military should be optional.
But since it isn't,
and none of us are dads, I've been thinking of another option.
What's that?
What's going on guys, huh?
You should thank Salcedo here for bending over for you guys.
Well, I wouldn't say I bent over.
Fuckin' moron.
Okay, let's just say that you asked us to wipe the slate clean,
after the disaster that Granados caused.
Disaster? What disaster?
No, it was nothing. All right, tell us what you brought.
We have a menu of solutions for the exam day at the military academy.
We have these glasses.
Bottle lens type.
They come with their own prescription
and are signed by an optometrist
with a degree.
A medical certificate for a herniated disc.
You can see here are the corresponding X-rays.
We also have a certificate for flat feet,
along with the shoe size for the orthopedic shoes
of the person in question.
Mm-hmm.
Salcedo, what's your shoe size?
I don't know. All of my shoes are… borrowed.
-He's a nine. -He's a nine.
We also bring certification for having
psychological issues, heart conditions, epileptic seizures, being an only child,
and being the sole financial support of the family.
-What color? -And how much?
Good question, Pabón.
Increasingly possessed by the spirit of the theater,
Pabón convinced us to attend the National Festival of New Theater,
that was being held in the city,
in order to stop thinking about the subject of military service.
At least for that short weekend.
Guadalupe Salcedo Unda,
we guarantee the life of you and your men.
Thanks to the play Guadalupe Años Sin Cuenta
by Teatro La Candelaria,
we learned that the guerrilla movement in Colombia emerged
largely as a consequence of the bloody, irrational, and treacherous struggle
between the traditional political parties in the 1950s.
I took Panama!
WithI Took Panamafrom TPB,
we learned how Colombia had lost Panama
due to the signing of a one-sided agreement,
bordering on fraud, with the United States government.
Long live the United States of America!
WithMonte Calvo from Teatro Libre,
we suffered because of the way the Colombian government
had forgotten the Korean War veterans,
also in the 1950s.
I want to go home.
Don't hit me again!
Why don't you pick on someone your own size?
Don't hit me again!
We learned more about the country's history
during this weekend of theater
than we did in the 11 years we had spent in school classrooms.
-Bravo! -And the shared experience
definitely strengthened our bond.
Bravo!
All right, let me ask this.
What do the characters ofGuadalupe
and the crazy sergeant fromMonte Calvo share with Travis fromTaxi Driver?
That all three ended up crazy?
Exactly.
As a result of what?
From having gone to wars,
like the one in Korea and the one in Vietnam,
where… …possibly they left so young and full of dreams of greatness,
only to return old
and with psychological problems impossible to overcome.
And because of that, we need to stop the irrationality of any war,
especially the one we're living through.
Eva didn't have to say anything else for the paranoia to increase
at the prospect of military service.
And as the recruitment date approached, her fears grew exponentially.
Excuse me.
Mrs. Ana, I'm so sorry I entered without knocking.
But I just remembered we're out of milk and…
and as we live so close…
Oh no. Go ahead. It's okay, José.
Oh, how is this princess doing?
Oh, she's an angel.
-She's so calm all the time. -How you doing, baby girl? You're so cute.
And what about the kids?
-At the theater. -Mm.
Uh, well, I, uh…
Since I'm already in here,
I just wanted to apologize, Mrs. Ana, for what happened. I don't…
I shouldn't put pressure on, um, sending the boy to the army.
Mm-hmm. That apology should go to Camilo.
-Of course. Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. -Yes.
I…
Sorry. Do you mind if I wait for him?
-No, José. I don't mind. -No?
Another thing I wanted to say to him is that if he wants to study that degree…
-…I have no… -Literature, José?
Yeah, that.
So… I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get the money to pay for his tuition.
-Camilo's gonna be very happy. -Mm-hmm.
Yes.
-Would you like a coffee? -Of course.
-A theater play? -Uh-huh.
-Yeah, I've been talking with Quiñonez. -Here.
Thank you.
So that the student council give us the resources,
but, uh… he just keeps i-ignoring me,
and… I can't keep waiting.
I wanna leave my…
my legacy at José María.
Well, I do think it's a very good idea.
-Oh, really? -Mm-hmm.
-While we're at it, we… -Hmm?
…will stop thinking a bit about the military service that we're sick of.
Well, it makes sense.
The cast I imagined is as follows.
The chosen play wasA Streetcar Named Desire
by Tennessee Williams,
and the process of putting it on immediately began.
There was a character for everyone.
Very well. Pablo. Pablo.
-Steve. -An honor.
Mitch.
Okay, guys, we just need someone…
someone for the doctor role, who could also play the sailor…
-…and the newspaper vendor. -Yeah.
Do you know when exactly the rehearsals would be?
Every day after class.
Then I think it's better to find another Stella.
But why?
Well, it's just that every day in the afternoon,
I have to replace Mr. José to take care of the baby.
Oh no, no, no. If that's the case, I'll be able to take care of Toñita.
-No. -Yeah, just get another Pablo González.
-That should be easier. -No. No worries.
Anyway, being an actress just isn't really my thing.
I'm too shy for this.
Due to this desertion, it was necessary to hold auditions,
and this would bring new surprises.
Come in.
AUDITORIUM
Good afternoon, ma'am.
What can I do for you?
I'm collecting for theEvening Star,my lady.
The evening newspaper.
I'm not the lady of the house.
I'm one of the poor relatives.
That trick doesn't work every time, lady.
I'll drop by later.
Thank you very much.
-Why are you applauding, jerk? -For Eva!
-You gotta admit that he did fine. -Asshole.
But that's not the point.
That motherfucker did nothing for this group.
Are we really going to let him join now? Nuh-uh.
We have to be fair, people.
Quiñonez…
The role is yours.
-Why won't you give me the lead? -Ha!
I'm sure I can do better than that moron Salcedo.
-What did you say to me? -No. No way.
Come and I'll show you, huh?
-Come and say it to my face! -Oh yeah?
-What did you just fuckin' say? -Enough. Calm down.
-Please! -He's messing with you.
-He's messing with you. Easy. -To your seats!
-He got lucky because I have to focus. -Salcedo!
The second surprise was Laura,
one of the new 5th-year students.
Funny, outgoing, ready to take on the stage,
and above all, without wanting to,
stealing Salcedo's heart.
It was love at first sight.
Action!
What's all this stuff for?
My dear, it's Blanche's birthday.
She's here? Blanche?
No, she's in the bathroom.
Projection, please.
She's in the bathroom.
-That's it! -What's she doing?
She's been there for hours.
She's been there all afternoon, Stanley.
Lately, you've been doing…
…all you can think to hurt her.
Blanche is sensitive, yeah?
Blanche and I grew up in a very different environment
than you or I did.
As Arbeláez had predicted,
the play had allowed us to think about things other than military enlistment.
However, it was about to lead us to another problem just as serious.
Cheers for
my misfortune.
Mm-hmm.
-Salud. -Salud.
Oh, I just hope that she will also fall in love with him.
What was I just talking about, Eva?
Come on.
This song is super cool, super romantic.
It's a ballad?
Of course. Don't you like ballads?
Oh no, that's bullshit.
That music is kinda lame, no?
I prefer other types of music.
You know, like…
This one! I like this one.
-That one? -Yeah.
-Do you ever dance? -This music?
Or do you prefer raspa?
I said upside down, you're turning me
You're giving love instinctively
-Round and round, you're turning me -I'll give it a try.
-Upside down, boy, you turn me -Go for it, Salcedo!
-Move it. Come on. Move it, move it! -Inside out and round and round
Upside down
-Yeah, Salcedo! Yeah! -Boy, you're turning me
Inside out
And round and round
Instinctively, you give to me The love that I need
I cherish the moments with you
Respectfully, I say to thee
I'm aware that you're cheating
-Move it, buddy. -When no one makes me feel like you do
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me inside out And round and round
I know you got charm and appeal
You always play the field
I'm crazy to think you're all mine
As long as the sun
Continues to shine There's a place in my heart…
-Go to the movies? -Yeah. Don't you like it?
Yeah. What movie?
There's a… new movie of a guy named W-Woody Allen.
It's calledAnnie Hall.
They say it's fantastic.
Oh, what's the storyline?
The storyline?
Uh, the storyline… Wait. It's about…
It's about an artist
trying to understand why his relationship ended
with an intellectual woman, who was never seduced fully.
But they said it has really funny jokes.
No, thanks.
It sounds a little boring.
But… but maybe next time.
I prefer action movies.
Good.
-Stella. -How'd it go?
Bad. Terrible.
But… did you tell her what I told you?
I even wrote it on my hand, and she wasn't buying it.
Are you serious?
Yeah, Eva. Okay? Don't help me. Thanks.
Well, too bad. It would have been nice if you had seen the movie.
Over here.
And you, Mitch,
you're gonna realize that she's saying goodbye,
so I want to see the move that when you turn around…
Salcedo.
-Salcedo, are you listening to me? -What?
We just need to adjust the timing when Stanley turns aggressive.
-Okay? -Right. Let's do it.
-But we'll do it next rehearsal. -All right.
-Any comments? Impressions?
-Nah, none. None for now. -Me.
-Pabón, Laurita has a question. -Her.
Lidia.
-Laura. -Laura. Laura.
-Yeah.
-Uh, well, it's not really about the play. -Oh.
It's more about an invitation I want to extend.
My sister Melisa is turning 15 this weekend,
and we're throwing her a super party.
-Oh! -I would love for you all to come.
I'm in. Of course. Absolutely.
-Right, guys? -Yeah.
-We're in. -I'll give you the address later.
Okay?
Good rehearsal. Thanks.
Yeah!
Bravo!
-Let's go. -Hurry up.
Laurita, take care.
-I need to talk to you. -Okay, what happened?
I gotta be in that party to tell her about my feelings.
-Oh… -I need you to help me with something.
-Yeah, of course. Sure, sure. -All right?
So you like her?
Yeah, brother.
How can I tell her? Thanks!
Thank you. Uh…
I don't know what to tell you. Uh…
The thing is, I've never told a girl things like this.
Do you understand?
So I wanna go to that party and tell her about my feelings.
Okay, first of all, are you sure she feels the same way?
How am I supposed to know that?
Oh, well, you know, there are signs, some flirting.
I don't know. You can feel it.
I don't know, bro. I'm not sure.
-The truth is, I think I've screwed up. -Why?
Because I listened to Eva about a thing, a movie, man.
I missed my shot.
That's why I need you to help me. You'resogood with this stuff.
Help me tell her how I feel and not be rejected.
Look, bro, the thing is, that's too personal.
In fact, sometimes it's better to do nothing,
to just sit back and let things flow.
To let things flow? I don't have time.
Come on! Don't you realize we're gonna go to the army after we graduate?
And then if I don't see her again, I'll just die. I'll be done.
-I love her! -Okay, I get it. All right. I understand.
Uh… I don't know.
It seems like, in cases like yours, where words aren't your strongest point,
I think the best idea is to show some love through actions, specific actions.
You know what I mean?
I don't know. You have to do…
gotta do something that shows your feelings.
I don't know, like, um…
-I got it. -Huh?
Thank you, Granados.
I owe you, okay?
But did you get it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Thanks!
What a moron.
We decided to show up at the party together, looking our best.
Eva and Luisa looked stunning in their best dresses,
whereas we were all wearing something borrowed here,
something borrowed there,
something from Dad, something from uncle, etc., etc., etc.
Do you have a strategy?
-Well, this. -Those flowers?
-Of course. -No, those are horrible.
-They are not horrible. What do you mean? -Come on. Give me the flowers.
-Why? -You're gonna ruin it.
Ruin it? What am I going to do then?
I don't know. We'll come up with something, figure something out.
We'll come up with something? Tonight is the night, bro.
And now what?
You can't give her this.
-Let's improvise. What else? -What?
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday…
Hey!
Thanks.
Hey, have you seen Laurita?
Don't tell me you lost her, man.
Well, she told me to get some drinks, and then she disappeared.
No idea.
Hey, this is weird, huh?
Why? What's weird?
Well, no one's asking the birthday girl to dance.
She's just there, sitting, doing nothing,
bored.
Yeah, you're right, bro.
I know, man.
If you wanna score points with Laura and impress her family, do it.
That's the opportunity. Ask her to dance and you'll look like Prince Charming.
Actually, Granados told me something about actions and stuff like that.
He's also lost, man.
Pabón says that with two more weeks, we'll be ready to…
to show the play at school.
So cool.
That's too bad, huh?
Too bad? No. Why?
Well, because you're graduating,
and we won't be able to see each other as often as we do now.
Oh…
Yeah, that's… going to be tough on Salcedo.
I think he has a crush on you.
Oh, well, too bad for him,
because I don't like him.
No?
-Mm-mm. -Hmm…
I like someone else, and that's you.
Uh…
Oh, well…
You're making a huge mistake
because my life's really complicated right now,
and I'm really into someone else.
-Let's do this. -My man. Good luck.
Wanna dance?
Uh…
Oh yeah, I know your story with Eva.
Oh, that.
That, yes, I…
But I don't care about that.
In fact, I'd love to help you forget all about her.
No, no. That's not gonna happen.
It's very complicated for now, very difficult.
Oh, that's because you don't know how things can be with me.
No, yes. Uh…
Well…
Oh, come on. This would be good for you.
I'll help you forget that situation with Eva…
…and you'll have fun with me.
I don't… Not right now. I…
Granados! Come on. Salcedo just screwed up big-time.
-I just… Yeah. -Now!
Sorry! What happened?
You're a fucking asshole!
I'm sorry. My bad. I'm so sorry.
Bye!
-Nice. You nailed it. -Is it true, bro?
How was I supposed to know she was in a wheelchair?
-Sh! Quiet! -How could you run off and leave her?
That's fucking twisted, dumbass.
Yeah, Martín, I mean, you really hurt her feelings, poor girl.
Well, we have to at least appreciate that they didn't shoot us.
-Yeah, could've been the case. -Her dad was really pissed off.
This is your fault! This is your fault!
This is what happens when I listen to you, idiot.
I'm sorry?
"I'm sorry"? Did you forget it was you who told me to dance with her?
-Come on. -Oh no, no, no. Come on.
If I tell you to jump off a bridge, you'll do it?
No, don't play dumb.
This happened for listening toyourstupid advice.
Me? No, no. Face the consequences, brother.
You're the one to blame, okay?
-You said, "I'll improvise." -Hey. Okay. No, no. What a shame.
Come on. Now you're gonna fight?
This was an accident. It's no one's fault.
If you keep arguing, we're not gonna solve anything.
Now what?
Are we gonna waste our outfits?
-No. -Well…
No?
-Because I brought this. -Oh.
-Really? -Are you serious?
Oh no, Eva, come on. Did you take that bottle from the party?
Hmm…
We just need a park to drink this baby
and all's well that ends well.
Come on.
Let's go and drink that baby.
Well, let's do it. Come on.
Yeah, let's go get drunk, guys.
The location was the least of our concerns.
The important thing was to be together.
So we hung out till dawn in that park,
killing the bottle that Eva had stolen from the party
and trying to cheer up and comfort Salcedo,
who was feeling like the unhappiest person on planet Earth.
-Bottoms up! -Yo!
You're wasting it all!
Despite the circumstances, it was a special moment,
and we all wished that night could last forever.
Thank you for these days, my sister!
-No! -Grab her!
-Come on, come on! -Let go of me!
-Stop, please! -No!
Whoever you may be,
you must know that I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
Blanche!
Stella, my dear, my love!
-Come with me! -Don't touch me!
Don't touch me! Don't touch me!
Especially after what you did to my sister!
At that moment, Laura, perhaps confusing reality with fantasy,
went off-script and gave the play a different ending
to the one Tennessee Williams had written.
Let's go. They like it.
Thank you!
Come up here!
Our audience did not realize what had happened,
as none of them knew the play, and this ending was not only coherent,
but even more in line with the feminist wave
that Eva had established at José María since her arrival.
Thank you very much.
You should know that for a young Colombian,
doing his military service…
Like I said before,
the time spent on theater had allowed us to momentarily forget
about the enlistment for military service.
But the big day had arrived,
and my friends had to show up
to make one last effort to dodge that duty to the country.
-…examination, which will determine… -Hey! Tch!
-…if you will be eligible to be drafted… -Listen.
The Acuña's sold you the same glasses, you dumbasses.
They had a two-for-one deal, dumbass.
You're gonna get caught, fucking morons.
What are you even talking about, Salcedo? I don't think you'll fool anyone.
Right. At least you made sure they were your size?
Sh! Shut up! Shut up!
Here, sergeant.
It proves I have a foot condition.
A bad foot. Hmm.
It's all there.
Bullshit! Eligible!
Epileptic?
Yes, my corporal.
Sergeant!
My sergeant.
I'll be sending you right now to the district laboratory
for an examination.
And if this is all bullshit,
I'm taking you straight back to the barracks
and we're skipping the lottery, got it?
Your choice.
I…
I think I just got cured.
Eligible!
It's bullshit!
Eligible!
Spread your legs.
Eligible!
The physical examination was somewhat humiliating,
as the high schoolers had to remain naked for hours in the military district
before a doctor came to feel their testicles
and check their tonsils.
-Open wide. -Ah!
Spread your legs.
Spread your legs!
Eligible!
Among the students who were eligible,
a lottery was held to determine
which ones would go to serve in the military.
It was the final and most tense moment of the day.
Rodríguez, Felipe.
Vargas,
Julián.
And now from the District School,
José María Root,
the following gentlemen I call
will be joining the rest of us to serve our blessed nation.
Thanks to my paternity, I was absent from that moment.
I was aware that it was a critical point for my friends,
and I entrusted myself to Protagoras and other icons of the Greek Olympus
so that none of them would suffer the tragic fate of Travis inTaxi Driver.
EVA LASTING of them would suffer the tragic fate of Travis inTaxi Driver.