01x07 - Turpentine

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

I don't know how to explain it.

I feel there are things
he hides from me.

I want to be with her
and explain everything.

-Ask him.
-And tell her the truth.

Are you going to perform today?
I asked because of your outfit.

This is not an outfit. This is who I am.

-How are you?
-Free.

-Who helped you?
-I know some people.

I want the other drawings.

-Dante.
-Hi.

I came by to apologize.

Just give me a nice tip.

I found these.

I'm sure they're worth a lot.

Open your eyes.
Juan Gris' fight isn't our fight.

-No. You know what?
-I can take you back there.

No.

Where are you going all alone?

That's the the guy from the clinic.

Tell Camila to be careful.

You like it?

The El Dorado colony factory...

-Are you demolishing it?
-No.

How well do you know that friend
of your granddaughter's who lives here?

Not very well.

Water cleans. Washes.

Purifies.

But in excess...

It can dilute us.

And we end up dragged under by its flow.

Feeling desperate,
we think we lose course.

Even with someone...

We still feel alone.

There are works of art that are revealed
when the storm passes.

I LOVE YOU, AND IT HURTS

It was your dad!

-You have no proof that it was.
-Proof? Snap out of it, Lola.

Maybe someone reported you for invading
and taking a factory that's not yours!

It's not an invasion, that's my home.

My neighborhood.

Which your old man's wrecking for money.

Everybody's about money,
as far as I know.

Hi, Mom.

Yeah, I stayed late
doing my homework last night.

Relax, I'll be home soon, okay?

Alright. Bye.

I never knew we studied together.

-Why don't we call a taxi?
-Okay, get one then.

Well, it's almost here.

-You know how moms get angry...
-You're a spoiled kid.

-I'm not a spoiled kid.
-Yes, you are!

What bothers you the most?
That I'm poor, pansexual, do drag...

Or is it a mix?

You can be whatever you want.

Nacho.

I don't belong in the closet.

Tell me. Do you want
to be with me or not?

Go.

Go back to your mommy.

You like it?

You like it? Yeah?

Yeah?

You were pretty awesome, baby.

Look, have you seen it yet?

Delete it now.

Do what?

Delete it.

Chill out.

I'm never deleting this.

No chance.

It's mine, love.

And...

I'll keep it as a souvenir.

HELP ME, BESTIE!

I mean, Lola...

They don't send in a special task force
just for some dudes.

It's obvious those b*stards
had other intentions.

We burned down a billboard.

-Did you think they'd let that slide?
-And who controls the police?

Who needs the colony
and the factory the most?

It's like you're turning a blind eye.

You only see what you want to see.

It's here.

I thought we had an agreement.

I thought we were grown up men
who could set things up by ourselves.

I'm starting to think
you actually like being in jail.

Go f*ck yourself.

I want all the drawings.

All of them.

This is the last time
I'm asking you the nice way.

I know it's hard to hear stuff like that
about someone you love, Lola...

But what Juan said is true.

Melody, with all due respect...

My dad's not this kind of person.

Sweetheart...

This is not the first thing
your dad is doing about the factory.

Why do you think people are
leaving the neighborhood?

They've been cutting off our power,
water and utilities for a while now.

So then what for?

To make things hard on us.

And get us out of our houses.

So that we sell them cheap,
and he can build his dazzling buildings.

What's wrong?

What happened, Camila?

Talk to me.

What happened?

What's up?

No, man, thanks...

I need to be
a hundred percent to think well.

Where'd you get it?

I sold one of your drawings.

What do you mean?

Those are not yours to sell, Ciro!

-Where did you find them? I hid them!
-Sara found them.

Damn, why did you do that?

-Now we have food for at least...
-They were my things!

I have to look after my sisters!

That's all I have left of my mom, dude!

-What's wrong with you?
-What do you want me to do?

What do I do?

I can't afford a piece of bread!

My bad!

This is just one drawing?

Now I know why my dad wants them.

I have to go find them.

They're with Sara.

Will you tell me what's wrong?

He's a freaking b*stard.

And what's worse...

Why did I go with him
when you told me I shouldn't trust him?

No, look, Camila...

You're not to blame for anything, okay?

Anything!

What did Casco guy do to you?

Why burn down the billboard?

You gave them
the perfect excuse to kick us out.

Well, maybe it was stupid.

We had to show
that we will keep on fighting, man.

This b*stard wants us out of here.

With or without the billboard.

And what does Lola think?

Camila, answer me,
what did he do to you?

-Camila, answer me!
-Nothing!

Nothing.

He...

Was a little too passionate.

But whatever.

I'm fine.

Okay...

He recorded me
with his phone while we had sex.

-What?
-Yeah.

At first I let him...

But I asked him to delete it,
and he didn't,

now that b*stard has a video of me!

-You can report him.
-I don't want him to do anything.

You told him not to!

So it's his fault.

I have to go.

I'll pick up my sisters.

-Take care, man.
-Sure thing.

Thanks for the coffee.

Do you trust Lola?

Juan Gris and Melody are sure
it was my father.

No, I don't think so.

It just can't be him.

I mean, tear gas.

Broken glasses?

Even if he hadn't known Juan Gris
and I were there, he could have hurt us.

He could have hurt other people!

We had to quickly run away.

And naked.

Naked?

Seriously, I don't know what's worse.

If it's me,
having slept with a monster,

or you, who can't sleep with Juan Gris.

Look, bestie...

I don't want you to die a virgin.

Mister Robles, I'm sorry for calling,
but a girl brought me this.

She's not from around here.
She had a foreign accent.

That doesn't help much.

The area's full of immigrants.

Her name's Sara, she left her number.

Call her.

I want to meet her.

Yes, sir.

-Melody!
-What?

-I can drive.
-Are you okay?

I'll go first.

What if the police are there
and send us to jail?

Camila, hop on. Come on.

We can't live in fear.

But we can ask for help.

WE NEED TO MEET!

Don't worry, it's just
a routine follow-up, it's all fine.

I can't hand you the files
without an order.

Are you really making me call your boss?

No, they f*cked it up.

They wrecked everything.

This one's not broken.

We can't pay you.

No, I don't want your money.

I came by because Lola asked
for my help as a lawyer.

Legally, this place
doesn't belong to anyone.

But the cops won't leave us alone.

-What can we do?
-We fight.

-How, though?
-We'll find a way to do it.

And do it well.

We'll be right back.

It looks like you and I
fight for the same things.

He totally loved his headphones.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry, really.

It wasn't you who did it.

Are you okay?

Camila told me you were there
when the cops barged in.

Yeah.

You're lucky they didn't hurt you.

No. They didn't hurt us.

Tomorrow's Juan Gris' birthday.

I wanted to throw
a party for him, a big one.

What a shitty birthday present.

I never wanted
to take the factory by force.

I just wanted a place to live.

Now I understand
this place has to do with...

Well, my history, my past.

I can't just leave
without fighting for it.

I owe it to the neighborhood people.

We're going to fix it.

I sure hope we can.

I swear, if my dad
had anything to do with this...

No, Lola...

We don't have anything to do
with our parent's deeds.

Okay?

You?

You're the new guy
in Juan Gris' little band.

Can I have one?

What about this shitty accent of yours?

Where's it from exactly?

You like it?

Well...

It's from Maracaibo.

And where the hell is that, bro?

I figured you wouldn't know,
but it's far away.

It's a place where assholes
aren't pendejos with women.

Yeah, right.

So tell me, what do you want from me?

Know anything
about a video on your phone?

No.

No, I don't.

Look. I'll help you remember.

It's a video of a white...

Red-haired girl.

Does that ring a bell?

Yeah!

-The video.
-El video.

See? You do remember.

And you're here to make me delete it?

No, no, God, no...

I want you to give me your phone.

What a jackass.

Why don't you do yourself a favor?

And beat it.

Do you get it now, you c*cksucker?

Now tell me your passcode or else...

I've got the information
you asked me for.

CRIMINAL RECORD

Why are you here?

What do you mean? This is still my home.

You left on you own,
no one forced you to.

-You took other people's stuff.
-Why the interest in these drawings?

-I want those paintings back.
-You want to sell them.

-You know they're worth a lot.
-Looks like you do, too.

You lied to me!
You said you wouldn't touch the factory.

The police did their job, I did nothing.

You destroyed their things!

You could have hurt them!

-That's a risk the gangsters take.
-They're not gangsters!

Who's my mom?

Why all the secrecy?

I am your family.

I'm your father,
I love you and protect you.

If that means you have to harm people...

Thanks, but no.

Your mom is dead.

And all that's left from her
are those paintings.

Let me in, man!

Take this.

I don't want it.

I don't know who you are.

HI, NACHO
NACHO?

Get off that phone.

Why doesn't he answer me?

What's taking him so long?

Give him a little space.

I've never seen you so headstrong
about anything.

Don't tick me off.

You really like him, don't you?

No...

I mean, yeah. A lot, really.

Not everyone is as free
as you when it comes to love.

That's why the world is the way it is.

Mom...

What did I say now?

Nothing. I love you.

I want...

To ask you a favor.

Whatever you want, Iván.

Do you know, by any chance...

Juan Gris?

Lola's boyfriend?

Do you have any other plans,
besides leaving it all behind?

Everything's okay.

-Lola...
-Dante...

-I love you.
-Yeah, I know.

-All of your friends love you!
-Lola?

Relax.

I don't want to k*ll myself.

It's just that school's
not for me anymore.

I need to find myself.

And...

Not school, nor my friends...

Neither you, or my parents...

Can help me with that. Do you get it?

What about Aylín?

-She's pretty.
-Yeah.

And very nice...

But I don't want
to affect her with my sadness.

I need to be okay for us to be okay.

And you?

How's it going?

I don't want to affect you
with my problems either...

But...

I could use a favor.

The drawings?

I didn't bring them.

How much are you willing
to pay, Mr. Robles?

Money is not a problem.

Cash, then, sir.

I need hard cash.

Okay.

You stole those drawings, right?

No.

They were given for me to sell.

I can pay you twice as much
if you tell me who gave it to you.

I can't tell you.

Where are you?
Where are you going?

You've got me so unsettled

Like a deranged poet

You've stolen my heart

Your smell, my memories

And those time-colored eyes

I know it's dangerous

But I want to be there

In your skin

I want to be on your mind

Want you to think of me all day long

To be your moon and your sky

Surprise!

Happy 18! I love you!

Thanks, my friend.

Juan Gris!

Your party's awesome!

-Congrats, man.
-Thanks.

Thanks, guys.

Do you hate this?

No...

Lola...

You totally deserve it...

Come!

Romina...

You are...

Absolutely stunning!

Seriously...

I never thought you were
the kind of guy who gets nervous.

I never get nervous.

And so then...

It's me.

Who can make you nervous.

This party's pretty awesome.

Yeah...

Lola asked me for help.

She's my best friend.

We've known each other
for our whole lives.

She's with Juan Gris.

And you?

With you.

My God. Get a room!

Well, maybe we should.

What's up man?

Hi.

So look, are you upset?

Not even one bit.

I'm pouring some shots.
Do you want to come?

I can't right now.
I have to take care of this baby.

It's borrowed.

So did you miss me?

I'm going to go get a drink.

Give me some room...

Just kidding, I love you, my friends!

But you never threw a party
like this, especially so quickly.

Bestie, relax, okay?

Dante got all of this for us.

He's so cute.

If he wasn't with Aylín,
I'd feel terrible for him...

-You're so cute! Okay, bye.
-Bye.

-Hi there.
-What's up?

What about the console?

Don't worry about it,
I left a friend of mine in charge of it.

See you later.

I'm unarmed

I invest in something wearisome

So uncertain and insecure

That leaves scars

Two souls so exposed

Wanting it not to hurt

Painful adventure
Yielded beautiful flowers

Hello.

Hi everyone.

Thank you all for coming.

Happy birthday, Juan Gris.

I love you.

You took the silence with you
And left me in a desert

I wake up without your laughter

And I go to sleep without your body

I no longer see without your eyes,

I no longer feel without your soul

You left me this emptiness
And now I feel so cold

Delete it for yourself.

Have you watched it?

Come back to me

If I was once your love
Don't let me die

Come back to me

If I was once your love

Come back now
Stay this time

Tell me what to do

For you to come back

Let go of him, cabrones!

Let go of him!

-That guy must be dead now.
-Yeah, that's it.

Smile for the camera.

What? Stop it, you as*h*le!

Enough!

-What's that?
-Stop! Let go of him!

Let go of him!

Looking good.

CASCO SENT YOU A VIDEO

Smile for the camera.

You punks! Let him go!

Let go of me! Let go of me!

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

-Yeah, smile for the camera.
-Stop recording!

I'm recording the rats' meeting,
take a look.

-That guy must be dead now.
-Yes, that's it.

-Smile for the camera!
-What? Stop it, you as*h*le!

Is this all of it, or is there more?

The artist shouldn't hide their work.

Come on, check it out. That's all of it.

We already had
the damn money, but you...

There are paintings
that rise from mistakes and horror.

The brush shows its truth

without measuring the pain it creates.