01x05 - Realism

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Previously on
I Love You, and it Hurts...

Nothing's going to happen
with Juan Gris.

And with Dante, something changed.

-What's on your mind?
-Nothing.

I know you. There's something going on.

Do you know what your name is?

Nacho.

DJ.

Melody, what do you know
about the mural? Who painted it?

I'm not sure.

What I do know

is that it tells the story
about the neighborhood.

Sara! Cata! Sara!

-Stop!
-Stop!

Migue!

Do you have
any kind of health insurance?

No.

It's dumb.

Then don't do it
thinking about yourself.

Do it for Migue.

MIGUE IS GOING TO SURGERY!
EVERYTHING IS PAID FOR

-I heard about your father.
-You reported him.

He asked for it.

Does art imitate life?
Or does life imitate art?

It's hard to tell illusion from reality.

We don't see life the way it is.
We see it the way we are.

We paint the reality we want to feel.

Our desires.

And with each brushstroke
we renew the illusion of being alive.

When I paint, I exist.

-How are you doing, champ?
-Okay.

Man, I bet it was your father-in-law.

Who else would pay
for hospital bills on the sly?

Anonymously.

He's feeling guilty.

His son has to do with all this mess.

And his daughter makes you make a mess.

His factory is our own mes...

What's up, b*stard?

What's going on, princess?

-Doing all right?
-Go...

Hold on. Take Migue with you.

What do you want?

Nothing.

I just wanted to chat.

Follow me.

Bro...

What's your problem?

You left me there, you know.

You're kind of stuck up now, no?

What are you thinking?

You think f*cking the bougie girl
makes you one of them?

Are you stalking me or what?

-She's pretty hot, actually.
-Shut up, you son of a b*tch!

Don't be such a dumbass.

Don't get me wrong, but...

She's pretty tasty.

You can play the heartthrob.

Or the hunk.

Whatever you want.

But don't you forget
where you come from and who you are.

You owe me one.

And I'll charge you full price.

I LOVE YOU, AND IT HURTS

I don't want to be
in this relationship anymore.

We've been together for a year.

I know.

But it feels more
like a friendship than a relationship.

You know that I love you.

But?

I just think
we should reevaluate where we're at.

Do you like someone else?

I don't know.

-But I want to find out.
-And why would I mind?

We're not an official couple.

We can hook up
with whoever we feel like.

Because he gives you what I can't?

-No, Dante.
-No, it is.

I feel like I only want
to be with this person.

And no one else.

I wouldn't tell you
if I didn't think it might get serious.

A relationship with a real label.

You never asked me to have one.

We spent a year together...

And I never cheated. Never.

That's not it, though.

You said it yourself.

We both wanted to feel free, but...

You found the person
you were looking for.

I've been having feeling...

Strong feelings...

I have strong feelings for her.

I don't want to hurt you.

I want us to stay good friends.

I don't think I can.

I'm sorry.

It's cool.

It's all good.

You did what you had to do.

Dante's good.

But he's too good.

Well, he's a freak.

What?

And this other guy...

You've got the major hots for him.

I wake up and fall asleep
thinking about him.

You're head over heels, sweetie!

-No.
-No?

No.

Hi, sweetie!

Hi, girl! Every time I see you,
you look prettier.

-Hi, Lola.
-Hi.

They're talking to you.

They're talking to you! Come here!

-What's up?
-Hi.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm good. You?

-Good.
-Can you guys be a little more riveting?

-Give me a break.
-Come on, show some love.

More romance. It's the girl you're into.

Yeah, stop playing around,
you're madly in love. Embrace it!

-Camila!
-What?

Shut up!

-Want to go out?
-Want to go out?

-I'm glad you came.
-I'd never make you mad.

You'd better.

That's it! Come on!

Okay. We'll continue tomorrow.

This is therapy for me.

My dad did it, too.

Iván?

No. My dad died.

Iván found us after the hurricane.
He married my mom.

But he always looked after Marcos
and I like his own children.

For me, he's my dad.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

-Sorry, are you okay?
-I'm good. Let's go.

Want to get dinner?

What?

Let's have dinner together.

Okay.

That's how it is, I live as I can

When it's not enough
I fall from emptiness

My new hope

I have to put many parts together

Like Descartes said

What is real, what is deception

I have a wound for each year lived

I am courage, I seek love

Don't hurt me, I am afraid

I want to try, I've made up my mind

I'll play your game and all is for you

For you
I would give everything

For you
All I do is for you

You are my hit

I didn't know you cooked.

There's a lot you don't know about me.

Where did you live before?

Really?

So mysterious.

But I kind of like that.

Yeah?

And I also have my secrets.

I won't reveal them all today.

What do I need to do to unlock them?

Figure it out yourself.

"L" for Lola.

Obviously.

But there's something I do want to know.

Who paid for Migue's treatment?

Thank you.

LOLA, MARCOS AND BENNY ARE MAKING DRAMA

Sweetheart. What about my drink?

I'm not your sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

Your highness.

I ordered a drink.
Can you get me one, please?

-What's wrong with you, you prick?
-Marcos. Leave her alone.

Get out of here. I'm closing the bar.

We paid you already.
We say when you close the bar.

Really?

Why'd you go to the hospital?

What?

Guilt, then?

Jackass.

What do you want? A tip?

I'll pay you twice, three times.
But serve me now.

-Let's get out of here.
-No! I'm not leaving without my drink.

You can't do that!

-Shove off!
-Don't touch her, jackass!

It's the boys from the hood.

-Marcos, what's going on?
-We're leaving.

Slumdogs don't boss me around.

Get the hell out.

What's going on here?

Your waitress refused to serve us.

-What's your deal?
-Is that true?

-Of course not, they...
-Get your things and leave.

Perfect.

You're a son of a b*tch.

Assholes.

Say one more thing
and you're going to the hospital.

Don't listen to him. Let's go.

I can give you a ride.

Ciro. I'm taking her home.

Can you take Lola?

Yeah.

Come on.

Want me to give you a ride?

You can take me too, right?
You're not leaving me here alone.

Of course not, girl. Come on.

All right.

Nacho, how'd it go today?
How many goals did you score?

We don't say "goals."
But we scored, and we won.

-You're incredible.
-The other team sucked, so we won.

I'm sure you're a great player.

-Drop me off here.
-Cool.

This is me, you guys. Want to come in?

-Maybe another day.
-Yeah, another day.

Okay. Are you sure?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Well now...

-Bye.
-See you.

Good night.

You have dinner yet?

No, but I know the perfect spot.

Take care of yourself.

I can't go inside, there's my mom
and her disgusting hookup.

Come on.

Those are super yummy. Aren't they?

-They sure are.
-What's the specialty?

I always get the best one.

-Which is?
-The guts, man. You like it?

-No, I've never had any.
-You'll dig it.

-Hey, can you make it two-for-one?
-Sure.

-Two stuffed with gut, then, please.
-And, I'll have two as well.

-Order whatever you want, I'm paying.
-Okay, that's awesome.

So! Tell me more about yourself.

Besides football and singing,
what else are you into?

I like to do theater as well.
I like art.

But right now
I'm really focused on football.

Theater, American football...

What don't you do?

Do you really think Lola's not a part
of this group of dumbasses?

No, she's not.

Come on, Juan.

She's the sister of the guy
who almost k*lled Migue.

-And got me fired from my job today.
-But Lola's different.

Now I get why they say
love makes us stupid.

Ro, don't go there.

We're just friends.

Yeah.

We're friends.

That's why I'm saying this,
I care about you.

I know, I'm thankful for that.

But I know I can trust Lola.

Really?

Have you told her
about your ankle monitor?

Are you two dating?

Done, bro, I left your girl home,
safe and sound.

How are you, amor?

Why are you still up? Have a cookie.

I haven't said it,
but, thanks for helping me today.

It was nothing.

Sara, right?

I guess we'll have to break the ice,

because we will share a bed tonight.

You got to be joking.

Tell me. Is all of this yours?

Something like that.

That's insane.

Where are you going?

You invited me for tacos.

It's my turn to invite you out, no?

No way.

It's true some people are born lucky.

But this is a lot more than just luck.

Remember you're here too.

-Want to drink?
-Yeah.

I could never pay
for such a fancy wine bottle.

Maybe I could pay for the jet.

I think you have everything you want.

Which is much more than I have.

Do you think it'll work?

Lola and Juan Gris, I mean.
They're very different.

That's exactly why it will work,
don't you think?

COME ON!
CHAMPIONS

Come on.

Do me a favor. Put this in there too.

I hope Melody can convince
her friend to rent her house.

It's urgent.

What if we stood here
and not at the factory?

Over there, the cops can kick us out.

That means abandoning the neighborhood.

Not a chance, we'll stay the course.

You're the boss.

What is that?

I don't know, man. I'm not so sure.

Is this you?

Do you think?

This is the factory's mural.

No kidding, it is.

Okay, let's go.

Tell me the truth.

-Was my mom a painter?
-Who would remember that?

It's not that hard, Roberto.

Are these my mom's drawings?

I don't know anything about art.

These were in our house,
has to be her's.

I said I don't know.

You make it so hard.

You don't want to remember.

They're nice.

Spare me.

What? You're going?

I have things to do.

We need more hands!

Cata! Sara!

Come here. How are you?

-What did you bring?
-I brought you a pillow!

-For my bed?
-And for me?

-Lots of things! How have you been?
-Okay!

-I brought some blankets.
-Okay.

-For the beds. They're super warm.
-Cool.

And worn out.

No. At the designer's store
I was told it was the latest fashion.

Dr. Martínez López, please go
to the waiting room.

Why are we doing this, again?

Because we promised Migue's doctor.
It's called social awareness.

Needles aren't my thing, you get me?

I'll go first,

you'll see it's no big deal,
you scaredy-cat.

-Your name?
-Andrés.

-Sorry, but you can't donate.
-Why?

Your sexual orientation. I'm sorry.

-It's my life.
-Rules are rules.

What rules? What are you on about?
You're saying I can't donate?

-Calm down, bro.
-What's up?

I can't donate blood
because of what I do in my bedroom.

Having intercourse with people
of the same sex is a risk factor.

That's prejudice.

Is my blood any different than yours,
Juan Gris', Ciro's or these people?

-I don't make the rules, it's not on me.
-Me neither.

I'm pansexual, so what?

Do you know what that means?
Means I'm proud of who I am.

-I'm sorry.
-You know that's stupid.

His blood is like anyone else's.

Here.

Come on, let's go!

MY BLOOD HAS VALUE

The only reason I'm only coming with you
is because I'm into exotic food.

-Say what?
-I want to live abroad, Lola!

Camila.

Bestie, are you sure
this is what you want for your life?

I mean, maybe you're taking
this adventure too far.

-Who brought me here in the first place?
-Give me a break! It was once, Lola!

Well, you started it. Sorry.

-If Ciro is not here, we go away.
-Okay, whatever!

-Girl power.
-Hi.

Juan Gris is not here.
Didn't he tell you he had stuff to do?

-I came for Migue.
-And Ciro.

You want to see my brother? Do you know
he's got a girlfriend in the US?

-I just wanted to say hi.
-Migue! Hi, Migue!

We brought you something!

-For you to feel better.
-They look a lot like DJ's.

-They're way better.
-So where will he connect them?

I'll buy something later, don't worry.

Well, see you later, okay?

Bye.

What did they bring you, Migue?

Your headphones look totally cool!

I promise you
you'll be home studying soon enough.

I just wanted to show you
something that I'm proud of.

Okay.

-Wait, that's not cool.
-What's wrong?

Discrimination.

BLOOD DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE

YOUR ORIENTATION
DOESN'T INHIBIT DONATING

SEE YOU AT 12 AM
AT SANTO TOMÁS CLINIC

You can donate too.

To donate blood is to donate hope.

Hope is for everyone.

-Mess with one of us, mess with us all.
-Our blood is the same color.

Blood has no sexual orientation.

OUR BLOOD IS THE SAME COLOR...

-SEE YOU!
-I'M COMING!

Is my blood not worthy?

The color of love is universal

If anything unites us, it's blood

It doesn't matter who I lie down with

We are all equal

Excluding a group
is what makes you prejudiced

h*m*, obtuse,
disgusting, pernicious

Being g*y, l*sbian, bi or trans
doesn't make you infectious

Asexual, straight, q*eer
Everyone's blood is red

They say they are afraid of diseases

But transmission doesn't happen
through sexual orientation

Science, in its research
Reveals truths

It doesn't humiliate
We are all equal

No more discrimination, we're all equal!

No more discrimination, we're all equal!

No more discrimination, we're all equal!

No more discrimination, we're all equal!

No more discrimination, we're all equal!

No more discrimination, we're all equal!

No more discrimination, we're all equal!

-What the hell?
-Calm down, bro.

Don't piss me off.

-Your girl is hot.
-f*ck you, jackass.

You owe me one. I didn't forget it.

Don't you have to study?

Or to train? Come on.

Anything but wasting
your time on that phone.

We just won.

Marcos, that was yesterday.
It's in the past.

If you want to succeed in life,
you've got to go the extra mile.

Like this! Come on!

For what? No matter what I do,
you only see what you want.

This letter arrived for you.

You're welcome!

SOCIAL REHABILITATION CENTER

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Are you sure? You look tired, son.

The demonstration was incredible!
I feel so alive!

Yes, you're right.

Check this out.

I found them at home.

My dad wouldn't tell me anything.

Do you know anything?

-Quiet! Shut up!
-Don't hurt me, please!

-Please, don't hurt me!
-Shut up!

Shut up,
or things will get worse. Got it?

Okay!

You're going count up to ten.
You're not going to look back, got it?

Where are you?
I've just left Melody's place.

I was robbed.
They put a knife against my throat.

What?

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm okay.

He didn't do anything,
just took my necklace.

Calm down and head home.

I'll handle it.

That as*h*le.

-I told you. You owe me one.
-This is the last time I'm helping you.

Stay on lookout.

Come on.

Quick.

Hurry.

Hurry up, come on!

That's it.

Quick.

Look at that.

-Good stuff.
-What are you doing?

Just one bottle.

-Quick.
-Come on, Casco!

-f*ck's sake!
-This is good stuff.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Nothing, dude, nothing.

-Get the hell out!
-Have you ever...

You're going to pay!

Hurry, man! Let's get out of here!

Realism shows us things
the way they are.

Come on!

Nothing escapes the gaze of the artist.

Who paints the world
with its heavens and hells.

You're an as*h*le!

Because of you,
I had to beat up that poor man.

Well, this b*stard fired Romina.

-I call it revenge, homie.
-This is not revenge, f*ck!

Here's your g*dd*mn money.

Is this all of it?

-Check it.
-That's everything.

We already had
the g*dd*mn money, but you...

You had to get that bottle.

-That guy must be dead now.
-Smile for the camera.

What? Stop, as*h*le!

I have something for you too.

Check this out. You like it?

This is the last f*cking time
you mess with me and my girlfriend.

Are we clear?

Yeah.

There are pictures
we prefer not to frame.

So we hide what we paint.

We feel it's not worthy.

Not knowing that the value
of our paintings

lies in their truthfulness.