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Up next in the auction lineup for this year's Solidarity

Up next in the auction lineup for this year's Solidarity Up next in the auction lineup for this year's Solidarity

Up next in the auction lineup for this year's Solidarity

Banquet:

a painting by an anonymous Mexican artist.

Our next piece is titled Echo in the Eyes.

Tempera on canvas, measuring 120 by 80 centimeters.

Its signed by the author.

Ladies and gentlemen,

enjoy the colors, and now.

Honey.

Am I late?

Not at all. Just in time.

Wow, you look amazing.

Thank you for being here.

I'm so proud of you.

I'm so nervous.

A piece that's both mysterious and full of emotion.

Do you like it?

I love it.

It really moves me.

It's hard to explain.

It's yours.

It must be crazy expensive.

Starting bid: 470 dollars.

- No -I'm in!

We have a bid! Do I hear five hundred?

- Five hundred. -Good.

That was Renata. I'm shaking.

One thousand.

We have one thousand.

Who says two thousand?

The bid stands at two thousand.

Twenty-five hundred!

Three thousand.

Thirty-five hundred!

Do I hear four thousand?

That's Octavio.

Four thousand.

Do I hear five thousand?

Six thousand.

Ladies and gentlemen, six thousand.

Seven thousand?

Ladies and gentlemen, six thousand.

Do I hear seven thousand?

Six thousand going once. Going twice.

Six thousand. Sold!

To the gentleman at table three.

- I love you. -If I knew,

- I'd have brought my checkbook. - It doesn't matter.

Octavio doesn't know the painting is mine.

He can keep it. I'm keeping the artist.

Now, meet the artist behind this extraordinary piece:

Eloísa Obregon.

Applause, please!

Thank you all for being here.

Echo in the Eyes is very special to me.

It's my first public show after a 30-year break.

Not long ago, I'd have said

the rest of my life would be more of the same.

At home, painting, sculpting,

caring for the children I love.

Always beside my two dearest friends, Leticia and Renata.

Thank you.

Ren, thank you for designing this dress for me,

even if some people think

a woman my age shouldn't be wearing it.

Thank you to my children, my forever inspiration.

To my sister Fernanda, for convincing our mother

to include my painting in this auction.

See, Mom? I do have talent.

And I also want to thank

the father of my children, Octavio Hidalgo,

for encouraging me to sell my paintings

and for buying this one.

He had no idea it was mine.

Applause for him!

And finally,

I want to thank someone very special.

The person who helped me find myself again.

Who believed in me, as a woman, and as an artist.

I'm so lucky he came into my life.

And even luckier that he's here with me tonight.

Mr. Pablo Casas. Come on up.

Pablo Casas.

That's the guy we fired, isn't it?

What are you doing?

Being together. Facing it.

Did you know it?

Good evening.

- Hi. -Good evening.

- Congrats! -How are you?

Thank you!

- Congrats! -Thank you!

Look at you!

This was the perfect moment to wear that dress.

You destroyed your ex

with grace.

- So classy. -No.

- What? It's true! -Sorry.

Well, you already know her.

But we haven't met. I'm Leticia.

- Nice to meet you -I've heard so much about you.

I wish I had friends like this.

Let me introduce you to my husband, Bernardo Quevedo.

- Sir. -Call me Bernardo.

I'm heading to the bar.

Excuse me.

Typical.

Thank you.

- Did you hear us cheering? - Sure.

- Calm down. -She's trying to humiliate me.

You're here with Gabriela.

Everyone knows you're together.

It's her way of forcing the divorce.

I dont care.

Another whiskey, please.

Breathe.

Don't lose it like last time, I had to drag you home.

She'll notice you still care about your ex.

Take your own advice.

You've been staring at Fernanda the whole night.

Thank you.

All of us in one place, it's a lot.

What?

I'm kind of tired. Should we head out?

What? No way.

Eloísa's second piece is up next.

Look.

Go sit with them.

I won't be mad. You'll feel better.

- Sure. -Okay?

- See you in a bit. -Yeah, go.

Octavio, guess what?

An elegant lady just showed up

asking about the painting you bought from Eloísa.

That means it'll be worth millions!

Where are you hanging it?

Eloísa, how'd it go with Octavio?

Is everything okay?

It was ironic. On Sunday I asked for a divorce.

He refused and said I should sell my paintings.

He's always treated my art like a housewife's hobby.

You met with him just to ask for a divorce?

Divorce will work things out.

You share the love for your kids,

and your grandkids on the way.

You and Pablo are in different places.

It doesn't matter to me.

We love each other.

- Are you sure? -I am.

Maybe he just likes the life you give him.

Don't make a bad decision.

No decision is bad

if you follow your heart and your dignity.

- Eloísa. -Its true.

- Hi. -Hi.

Hello.

- I loved your piece. -Thank you.

- So nice to see you. -Likewise. Good night.

Mr. Casas.

I thought I'd never see you again.

Naturally.

What are you doing here?

Worried I'll tell Eloísa about our little chats at my house?

I won't say a word.

This is a great moment.

You should be proud of your daughter.

She was just speaking with a major art broker.

Claudia Bonort. You likely don't know her.

- You don't belong here. -It's the suit, isn't it?

I left my captain's tux at the cleaners.

You and your jokes.

- A great artist. -Of course.

Just to have a piece auctioned.

- Crazy, huh? -Totally.

- Excuse me. -Sure.

Thanks for accepting my paintings.

Don't thank me.

You had the same chance as any other artist.

I never said you weren't talented.

I said surviving as an artist is tough.

All the money goes to the foundation.

You won't see a cent.

Its fine.

I just want my work to be seen.

Oh, people will see you

with that reporter who's trying to ruin Octavio.

He's much younger.

You can't live to please everyone.

Doesn't it matter more that I'm finally happy?

Believe it or not, I'm only trying to protect you.

And I appreciate that.

Eloísa.

I have to say it.

You're about to hit menopause.

Have you thought about that?

You'll lose control of your moods.

Everything starts to fall apart.

The cellulite stays.

Your skin loses its glow.

You're not ruining my night.

You're getting older.

And that man, he's in his prime.

Be smart. Get back with Octavio.

Follow my example. I've kept my name clean.

Look, Mom. I don't want to be like you.

If I'm going to be an example to my kids,

let it be for strength, courage, and dignity.

Let them see a woman

who didn't fall apart when her husband broke her,

but stood back up,

found herself again, and chose happiness.

Let them talk, let them talk loud.

Let them talk about a brave woman.

Can you help me?

Not now, honey. I'm overheating.

Well.

This helps with reflux.

Thanks.

Now that you're a mom, what should I call you?

Just say it.

Fat, whale, puff pastry.

You're having a baby, right?

Can you help me

- tie it? -Yes.

Thanks.

Okay.

Thanks.

Must be nice. Going to the event like nothing happened.

If I could switch places with you, I would.

Please, you don't even buy that.

- I mean it. -Liar.

Tony, I need the job too.

This event's good for networking.

We agreed.

I'm scared this is all my life will be.

It's not. Just today.

You've got reflux, swollen feet.

Hemorrhoids, sore boobs, and I'm drenched in sweat.

Dont laugh.

Not laughing. Promise.

Here.

- Thank you, Naye! -Excuse me.

- I'm off. -Have fun.

- Don't be mad. -You look amazing.

You more.

Didn't you move out?

Matilde, stop.

She's not feeling great.

I want her close to Naye.

And I'll be nearby.

Are you going? Yawn. Good luck.

Thanks. Bye.

That's a ton of calories.

Don't start.

Now's not the time to play nutritionist.

Hand me the laptop.

Maybe thatll fix my boredom since I can't go.

- You wanted to go? -Yeah.

I've got the foot as an excuse.

Next year, you're on baby duty.

If I'm not in Vienna, Paris, or New York by then,

throw me out the window.

It means I failed.

When's your audition?

Next month.

Next month?

Didn't the doctor say six weeks?

If you need anything, yell. But yell for Naye.

Oh, Matilde.

Next up, we have this extraordinary piece:

Woman and Motherhood.

Starting at one thousand dollars.

Do I hear one thousand? Yes.

Do I hear two thousand?

There it is. Three thousand?

There it is!

- Hi. -Hi, Mom.

Hi.

- Hi, I'm Tomás. Antonia's boyfriend. -Tomás, right.

Four thousand at table ten.

Five thousand. Do I hear six?

Six thousand, folks.

Do I hear seven?

- Samuel. -Hi, Pablo.

I heard you need an investigator.

Are you going solo?

Maybe. It could be a big break.

Thats great.

Seven thousand. Sold! Woman and Motherhood, table ten.

- Would you like something to drink? -I'm good.

You? I'll get it.

- Yeah. -Thanks.

If youre gonna confront him, tell me so I can bail.

Honey, I told you. It was rage. I found him in my house.

I don't care if he's with Eloísa.

You're still acting like it's your house.

I'm getting a drink.

Me too.

Sure.

Sit down, Mom. I'll go say hi to Grandma.

Or shell be pissed.

That woman's not just bitter,

she's cruel.

The kind who wouldn't chill even with a vibrator.

- Renata. -What?

You're being reckless. Are you drunk?

- Me? -Yes.

I haven't had a sip.

Just water.

Our girl looked stunning tonight.

- True. -Thanks to you.

- That photo with Pablo? - Gorgeous.

Stunning.

Samuel.

You can ignore me forever, but at least hear me out.

I found your studio on my feed.

Blame the algorithm.

Was it the algorithm's fault you slept with my dad too?

It was awkward. But Im not sorry it happened.

Then you owe my mom an apology.

It's done.

She's happy now. You bought her painting.

That's a start.

Oh please.

Octavio just bought it

to show the guy next to her he's got the bigger dick.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Just talking about your dick.

Renata.

She's drunk, babe.

Ill check some messages, alright?

- Yes. -Excuse me.

Why won't you stop drinking?

Don't you care about your daughter?

You're such a jerk.

Pablo, tell me.

- Yes. -Sorry.

- Sorry. -Go ahead.

Are you sure? Did they even form a union?

All right.

Wait, are they suing too?

Unbelievable.

Let's see if they win.

The company would have to take them back.

- Hold on. -Sorry to cut in.

Can I call you back?

Can you send the link?

- Sorry. -No, go ahead.

If the company.

We're screwed.

I told you the workers would fight the yellow union.

No way.

Today, I know my husband's fight wasn't in vain.

Thank you all for standing with this cause.

Even though Ismael's gone, his spirit lives on.

- Ismael. -Ismael!

And a special thanks

to journalist Pablo Casas.

Because unlike so many,

he listened to Ismael, believed him,

exposed the company,

and told his story without fear.

Yeah!

Colleagues!

We've submitted our petition.

If Villalobos doesn't meet our demands in six days,

we strike nationwide.

Son of a bitch.

Renata.

Good evening.

Renata.

Are you okay?

Open the door.

I know my dad's a jerk, but don't let him ruin your night.

I really thought,

at some point,

she'd let me fix things.

But.

she doesn't want to see me.

She cut me off.

But.

You said they always fought, made up, fought again.

This time, there was no fight.

Just.

I felt like something was off.

So I checked her profile

on my assistant's account.

She blocked me.

And.

Look.

She's six months pregnant.

Six.

Tomás says we should negotiate.

And he's right.

We should talk to the workers.

No.

That's poking the hornet's nest.

We'll end up at the Labor Board.

That's our chance

to get the strike ruled illegal.

They'll try to frame it as unlawful.

Based on what?

They'll dig something up.

Strikes like this always miss something.

How do you know?

Too many people, moving too fast.

They'll mess up the paperwork, and Bernardo always catches

that.

What's the move?

Negotiate or war?

War.

Octavio's got the full picture.

There's another announcement.

As of today,

a formal complaint has been filed,

requesting exemplary sanctions

against Villalobos Group,

for systematic intimidation,

repression, and workplace harassment

of ex-employees who led the push

for an independent union

separate from the company's union.

These practices

led to unfair firings

and in Ismael Serrano's case,

a tragic death.

The statement is signed by the union's spokesperson

and 116 former employees across the country.

We made it!

Now they're threatening a strike and suing me?

Can they nail me?

I don't know the contracts well enough.

Im not sure if there's a clause

blocking them from forming a union.

There isn't. But proving all that's tough.

Especially pinning Serrano's death on you.

It better not be, Octavio. No one screws me over.

I'm going to find Leticia.

We should at least say hi, right? Hi.

You look great.

You too.

You look happy.

And how are you?

Me?

Are you happy?

Sir.

Call me Bernardo. Have you seen this mess?

Have you seen Renata? I can't find her.

Let's check the bathroom.

- I'll be right back. -Okay.

Villalobos is losing it.

Oh, yeah.

Shut up.

Is that Renata?

Who is she with?

- I dont know. -A waiter?

- What are you doing? -Renata.

What are you doing?

Oh, shit!

What the hell is this?

Are you out of your mind?

It was my idea.

- No. -Just leave.

Leave.

What's wrong with you? He's like your son!

- Its just. -What happened?

- Unbelievable! -No.

- Lets go, please. -Sure.

Im so sorry.

God, what did I do?

I cant believe it.

- Calm down. -Come on.

You used a widow's grief to screw me, asshole.

This isn't the place. But you could grant me an interview.

I wont allow you to interview my client.

Youll twist his words.

That's funny.

Exactly what you did to Serrano.

Hey, keep it down.

This is a charity event, not a street brawl.

Your daughter gets dumped and clings to the first man she

sees.

Excuse me? Your employee's the shameless one.

She's had an affair with Octavio and destroyed my daughter's

marriage.

And Octavio? He never had the guts to stop it.

Excuse me.

- Lets go. -Yes.

I'll be outside.

Thanks. You didn't have to.

I had to.

My mom. she can be cruel.

She was just trying to protect me from Enrique.

Maybe I deserved it.

Eloísa, when I met Octavio, he said his marriage was over.

I swear, he said it was done.

If it was, I didn't know.

We could've worked it out,

instead he went and had a.

An affair?

- Is that what he called it? - Yes.

That's what I thought at first.

I believed we'd survive it.

But two years?

That's not an affair.

That's a double life.

I'm really sorry for hurting you.

No.

You didn't. Octavio did.

He broke my heart, betrayed my trust,

and destroyed what we built.

The other person doesnt matter.

And he still hasn't said sorry. You did.

You probably hate me. I would.

I don't.

My anger was never at you. It was at him.

Now I'm with someone who makes me happy.

I want the same for him.

Is it an engagement ring?

No.

Its fine.

I'm glad.

Now he'll finally sign the divorce papers.

He'd been refusing?

He's protecting his money.

He says Pablo's too young to love me

unless it's for the money.

Octavio has no right to talk.

I need to go.

Can I get the check, please?

Thanks.

I used to envy you.

What?

I was jealous.

You were everything I wanted to be for Octavio,

his wife, his partner, the mother of his kids.

I thought we were nothing alike.

But after tonight, I just see you.

as a woman.

I judged you without really knowing you.

People also judge me because of Pablo.

But I don't care anymore.

It's so easy to judge from the outside.

Yeah.

Acting like we know what's real.

As if anyone really knows.

What was that message?

You needed space?

Where were you?

At a café. Having tea.

I was worried.

I left without thinking.

I wish that hadn't happened.

If it helps, Enrique and Nicolás left right after.

No, that doesn't help.

I need more than sympathy if we're going to last.

I have three terms.

First, stop stalling.

Sign the divorce papers.

Start the process.

Whether Pablo's using her or not, that's her issue,

- What. -not yours

Second, we get married right after.

No more waiting. I'm done being the other woman.

Listen.

Tomorrow I quit my job.

So I hope there's a spot for me at the firm.

Or I'll find one elsewhere.

Gabriela, hold on.

I don't want your opinion. I'm not here to argue.

It's been two years.

After tonight, I need to know if this is real.

Those are my terms.

If not, we're done.

I'm not bluffing.