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Take responsibility,
for once in your fucking lifetime!

You signed those papers!

Come on, it's getting late!

You take your father,
because I'm not going anywhere.

Damn it... Come on...

Good morning, baby.

Hi, Dad.

Give me that.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

- We'll be late.
- No...

We'll make it on time.

- Or else, let them wait.
- Yes, let them wait.

Easy.

Just drop me off at the door
and I'll call you when I'm done.

- Yeah, right.
- I prefer to go in there by myself.

At least let me walk you there,

I'll help you find the office
and then I'll wait outside.

Okay, but promise me
you will stay out.

I'm just going to walk you there
for a second, nothing more.

I'll wait, take you back to La Quietud
and leave, okay?

Okay, okay, that's fine.

- We're almost there.
- Okay. Fine.

So you drop me off
and I'll call you when I'm done.

We already agreed on that, I got it.

I'll walk you upstairs,
we'll find the office and that's it.

- Perfect.
- Okay.

I prefer to make it clear
so that we avoid any issues later.

Good morning, is this
the district's attorney's office?

I have Counselor
Augusto Montemayor with me.

This is it, yes. Okay.

Everything's going to be okay.

Take this for me.
If I need it, I'll let you know.

All right.

- Easy.
- Okay.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Counselor, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you, too.
- This way, please.

Please, come in.
Thanks for your cooperation.

Good morning.

...a property
on 2024 Libertador Avenue,

A property on
Virrey Arredondo Street.

Two parts of land,

with everything in it,
all things above ground,

referred to as letters B and A,

a ranch called "La Quietud".

Counselor,
what do you have to say?

Can I have some water,
please?

Did you know the individuals

who granted you the power
to make these transactions?

Did you actually see these people
sign those powers of attorney?

Counselor, answer, please.

Who would have
those people sign these papers?

- Sor... Sorry, counselor...
- Dad?

Dad, what is it?
Dad, what is it? Dad!

Dad, what's wrong?
Dad!

Dad!
Someone call a doctor!

Dad, can you hear me?
Dad, what's wrong?

Daddy, what is it?
Dad!

Dad, help, please, help!
Dad, what is it?

Daddy, answer me!

Dad...

Daddy, what's wrong?

Hello. Good morning.

- Hi!
- Hi!

Sorry, sorry, sorry,
the traffic was terrible.

Sorry!

- I missed you so much!
-Here I am.

You're so pretty!

THE QUIETUDE

Euge!

Mom!

- Euge...
- Mom.

Oh, love, it's been so long!

My dear.

A lemon tree,
a peach tree,

and the raspberries.
You don't know how good they are!

I'll have you taste
the marmalade tomorrow.

Our new garden is marvelous,
and the people working it too.

So? That boy of yours,
is he still so handsome?

Even more.
I hate how well men age.

They get wrinkles, lose their hair,
and they still look good.

I'm not having
any of those problems.

To be honest,
and you know why?

Because I quit smoking.

You should be proud
of your mother.

Very well, Mom.

Let's have a toast.

Let's have a toast.

Water is okay,
I'm exhausted from the flight.

Then you should
clink your glass twice.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

This is very good.

I had them prepare your shepherd's pie
with potatoes from our garden.

Oh, well.

You're so silly.

Hey!

- What? I'm sleeping.
- Look at this picture.

No, you're not sleeping.
Come on, look.

Look how cute we look.

Mom, you, me
and Madame Richelieu.

What about this one?
Remember?

Do you remember how we used
to masturbate thinking about him?

Best time of my life.
I miss those days.

We were always aroused.

You were.

Come on, now it turns out
you were faking your orgasms.

You made me horny.

- Right, so it was my fault?
- Yes.

You're the one who came up
with the hiding game.

I think he always knew
we were spying on him.

- He could see us inside that closet.
- You think?

Totally.

Anyway, I liked being in that closet.

The darkness made me horny.

That voice you made
made me horny.

- My voice?
- Yes.

Luc crouches down
to check the pipe.

But what he really wants,
is to show us his ass.

His manly ass. Hard.

Like if it was made
to be grabbed and squeezed!

Stop it!

And now he turns around.

And looks us in the eye.

He stares.

Those dark brown eyes.

And we know what he wants.

The same thing we want.

- He pulls his shirt...
- Stop it!

His stomach is perfect.

It's wet.
He's coming closer.

And he stands three centimeters
away from our mouths.

And he looks at us.

And he breathes.

He comes closer.

Stop it!

And now he opens his mouth
to kiss us.

But he doesn't.

He just stays there.

And we're dying for him to kiss us
but he doesn't.

We don't know
what he's going to do.

And suddenly he grabs our tits
with both hands.

And we grab his hand

to show him how we like it.

Kind of soft.

Soft...

And suddenly, no.

He's strong.

And using that strength
he turns us over.

And does he put his hand inside?

All the way in.

Really deep.

And I ask him
to leave it there forever.

And I squeeze my muscles
so that he can't take it out.

He touches me and I die.

I ask him to use his other hand
to touch my breasts.

And gets it even deeper.

And when it seems
he's all the way in,

he comes back again.

I sank my nails in his skin.

I pull his hair, yeah!

Don't stop!

I'm there!

I'm so aroused!

Like that! Like that!

You're so stupid!

It's so nice to be here.

I missed everything.

The countryside smell,
the light.

The color of the sky.

You know what I'd like?

I'd like to go back
to that time when we were little,

before we moved back to Paris.

When we would sleep together

and we would plan everything
we'd do the following day.

Do you remember?

Come on, you remember?

Come on, tell me.

Mom.

What is it, honey?

- Don't tell me.
- What?

Don't tell me!

- What?
- Don't tell me, don't tell me!

- What is it?
- What a joy, what a joy, thanks!

Honey, that's so nice!
A grandchild! Finally!

- Really?
- Thank you, my love!

I'm so happy!

What do you think it will be?
A boy or a girl?

I don't know.
I'm only a few weeks pregnant.

I know what's it going to be.
A grandson. My grandson!

So nice! Thank you!
What a joy!

And you?
You have nothing to say?

I just don't get it.
Why didn't you tell me before?

Why are you telling me now?

I wanted to since I got off the plane,
but I don't know, I just didn't.

Plus, since you have to wait
to make sure it's safe, I hesitated.

- That's not important, Mía.
- Well, so?

It came as a surprise, I'm sorry.
Congratulations.

You don't know how good
that will be for you as a couple.

I swear, it's amazing.

All this reminds me of myself,
I just can't believe it.

Really?

It took years for me to get pregnant.

We even considered adopting.

But your dad didn't want to,
he said he'd rather not be a father

than to have a child
that wasn't his own blood.

Even though our friends had adopted
and they were happy.

We even knew someone
who could make it easy for us.

But there was no point,
he didn't want to.

And then?

So the first time we moved to Paris,

a miracle happened.

I don't know whether it was
the weather, the food,

your father's new position
at the embassy,

but then a different
Augusto appeared.

And I got pregnant with you,
in Paris, yes.

My baby girl, my baby girl!

I can't feel a thing.

Well, it's still too soon.

It feels like bubbling, though.

- Is it nice?
- The bubbling?

No, everything!

It's kind of crazy, feeling
how your body is changing.

I touch my hips every day

and I notice
they're getting wider.

- You can tell, right?
- Yes.

Because that's where
the baby has go through, right?

Plus, I have superpowers.
You wouldn't believe my body odor.

- Your body color?
- Odor, my scent.

I wouldn't say
that's a good superpower.

No, flying would be good.

They say the sonogram
is really emotional, is it?

I don't know,
I haven't had one yet.

- Really?
- It's all so recent.

And I had to come here
right away because of dad.

Aren't you anxious?

As soon as I'm back
I'll make an appointment.

Hi, baby.

Last time they provided
a medical report.

I felt that they gave us
more information than in the ICU.

Hi, Daddy.

Look who I came with.

I brought you Euge.

Come on, give him a kiss.

Come, sit right here.

Look, give me your hand.

You have to ask him
yes or no questions.

If he squeezes your hand once,
that means yes.

Two squeezes, means no.

Ask him something.

Hi, Dad.

Are you okay?

See?

That's a yes.

The stroke turned out okay for you.

If not for it, 10 more years would
have passed before Euge came back.

Well, I'll leave you to it.
You must have a lot to talk about.

You're going to be a grandfather.

Are you happy?

Dad, you're going to be
a grandfather.

Are you happy?

Is everything okay?

I don't know,
I didn't really get it.

Of course he is happy.

I want to make a toast.

We understand the difficult moment
you're going through.

And we want to say
that we're here for you.

We want to keep you company,
and to give you our love and support.

And above all,
I want to welcome Euge.

Here's to you, Eugenia.
Welcome.

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

Cheers!

- You know what came to my mind?
- What?

I remembered when she was little
and would run naked through the park.

I remember that too.

- Stop it, I was young.
- Yes, you were young.

I was young too and I wouldn't
run naked through the park.

Specially if we had visits.

You were always fond
of showing off, my baby.

Well, I thought it was cool.

Yes, I thought it was cool too.
I loved it.

I don't know what your dad's
diplomat friends thought.

- But I loved it.
- What, Dad?

Something she used to do
when she was about your age.

- A little older.
- It was a game.

No, it was a bet.

Everyone would tease me,
saying I wouldn't have the guts.

- And I did and I won.
- What did you win?

A kiss from the boy
I had a crush on.

And who was that?
Who?

- I don't remember.
- She liked all of them.

- No, not all of them.
- Stop, stop. Gustavo? No.

- Gustavo too.
- No way, were you that generous?

No, no, no way.

Would you get naked
for a girl's kiss?

- No!
- Come on. No?

Well, here, in these...

Wonderful beaches, on this
weekend, this wonderful weekend...

There's the girls.
Well, there she is, my beautiful...

Euge, Euge.

Her sister...
And their friends.

Mom, why did you have
to talk like that?

In all of our videos,
she is the leading lady.

Her tone is the weirdest part.

I like it.

Let me hear.
That's how we did it in those days.

That's a lie.
My friends’ videos were normal.

- You don't have any friends.
- Mom...

What year is this video from?

It was 1996.

No, 97.

It was 96, baby.

- No, this was in 1997.
- 96.

It's the year after we moved to Paris
for the second time.

That's what I'm saying,
that was in 1997.

You think I don't know when
we moved to Paris for a second time?

- Mom, that was in 97.
- Okay, stop it.

Mom, 97. You see that guy over there?
He's Vincent.

- We met him in 97.
- 96.

That was Euge's senior year.
Right, Euge?

I don't know, I don't remember.
I'm not good with dates.

Look, look how he fell into the water!

How come you don't remember
the year we met Vincent? It was 97.

- Please, stop it.
- But it was 97, Mom.

- It was 97.
- 96.

Mom, it was 97!

- 96.
- No, 97.

- Why does it matter?
- Why? You don't remember?

- No, I don't!
- 96.

- Well, make an effort. It was 1997.
- Girls, girls...

- 96.
- Mom, 97.

- It was 97, 97! No!
- 96.

Mom, no! It was 97!

- It was 97, don't you get it? 97!
- 96. 96.

- No, 97!
- 96.

- It was 97! 97! Mom, no!
- 96.

But it was 97, Mom, no! 97!

Is it so hard for you
to accept that I'm right?

When you are right,
I'll say you are right.

I don't want you to say I'm right
just because.

I want you to think

that maybe there is a chance,
a small one,

that for once in a lifetime
I might be right.

- Stop it, Mía. Stop it.
- No! Is it so hard?

It was 97!
Don't you understand that?

Time for some dessert.
Come on.

Come on, come on.
Moving on. Come on.

Mía.

Deeper.

- Like this?
- Yes.

- Hard.
- Harder?

Slip a finger in.

- Yes!
- Like this?

Slip in two.

Harder... Harder...

More! Deep!

Deeper!

That's the last time.

What?

That was the last time.

She doesn't want to fight with me
so she gets mad at mom instead.

- There you go, Chino.
- She's not well, poor thing.

She's always been like that, anyway.

Thanks, Mom.

Thanks for what, honey?

Thanks for everything.
For all your help.

It's nothing.

It's a great deal.

I'm embarrassed,
like when you would put money

inside my school cardigan's pocket.

That's what I'm here for, baby.

And I'll keep helping you
even though it's embarrassing, right?

That's what moms are for.

And you don't need
to pay me back.

You're going to love that baby
like you've never loved before.

When I first saw you,
it was a turning point in my life.

You would stare at me and move
your hands like this, it was...

I never thought
you could love like that, you know?

I never did.

The first child is special.

That's the truth.

It was different with your sister.

The second stroke was too strong.

There's nothing we can do.

Be careful, please.

Now that way.

- Be careful with the furniture.
- There are three steps behind you.

- Slowly.
- On the count of three.

- One, two, three.
- Careful...

- Is there another step?
- Yes.

- There we go.
- Are we set? Let's go.

One, two, three.

One, two, three, come on.

That's it.

Wait a second...

- Should we move him up?
- No.

Can I have your signature here?

- Can I have your signature, please?
- Yes.

- Right there.
- Here?

Thank you very much.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Step out a minute, please.

This is the view
you love the most.

You'll be okay.
We will be near you.

You stay here,
I'm going to sleep in the other room.

Yes, ma'am,
that's okay.

Mía.

Sign here, please.

Thank you.

All right, here you go.

This is a power of attorney
your father made before the stroke.

If necessary, God forbid,

you can sign on his behalf with
no need of an inheritance process.

We still have to wait...

- Hi, girls.
- Dad.

It's so nice to see you here.

Good morning, Nicanor.

Specially the two of you together.

I wanted you to know
that I'm very sorry about your father.

He's just having a rest.

A well deserved one.

He's tough. He's like a Ford Falcon.

I haven't been paying him
much attention, poor thing.

The district attorney's office
has been driving me crazy.

As soon as they leave me alone,
I'll make some time and go see him.

Okay, girls.

I want you to know
that it was a great pleasure

having met with you both.

You're so pretty, and so nice.

You're so much like your mom.

Mía, I'd like to say
that I hope our country

has given you
the welcome you deserve.

- I'm Eugenia.
- Sorry.

- So, you, I hope our country...
- No, she's the one from Paris.

Well, God bless you
and the best of luck.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

- We'll have a cup of coffee now.
- Walk them to the door, please.

Please excuse my dad,
he's not at his best.

- He's old.
- I'll go to the toilet real quick.

- Okay, I'll go with...
- Come here.

- What is it?
- Eight weeks?

- Are you sure?
- Pretty much, yes.

Since you're having
trouble remembering,

please note that I was in Paris
two months ago.

So?

What do you mean "so"? I...

Luz, I'll be signing those papers
in a moment, okay?

That I might be the father.

- It's Vincent's.
- How can you be so sure?

Listen to me, Esteban.
I have a great time with you.

And I love it,
and I always enjoy hooking up.

And I even think about it
when we're not together.

But there is a long way from that
to wanting you to be

the father of my children.
As long as the ocean between us.

I love you.

I've loved you
since the first time I saw you.

And I want to be with you,
I want us to be together, Eugenia.

I can be that baby's father
and you know that.

More so, at some level,
you even want me to. Yes.

I can't believe this.

You'd better, because it's true.
What?

Could you be less romantic?

Here?
Are you going to proclaim your love

in your father's office?

How many times
were we together in Paris?

Doesn't it seem to you like a more
suitable place to proclaim your love?

But I really like what
you've done with the office.

I think It looks nice.
It has a López Falbo touch.

Elegant and a bit romantic.

Yes, it looks really nice,
congratulations.

Thanks, Mía.

- Shall we?
- Yes.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Well...

You like him, don't you?

No way.

He's been in love with you
since he was 12 years old.

He got better with age.

I can't stand him.
I think he's stupid.

Look at dad, so handsome!

- Look at mom.
- She was so young.

- How are you?
- I'm fine, and you?

You shouldn't have.
I could have called a taxi.

- Was no trouble at all.
- But it's a long drive, isn't it?

- Are you tired?
- Well yes, I still am.

I didn't have enough time in Paris
to recover from the trip to China.

Here we are.

I'm exhausted.

How do you say "hi"
in Chinese?

- "Hi"?
- Yes.

And "Hi, how are you?"?

And how should I answer to that?

Okay.

Anyway, I don't speak any Mandarin,
I just know a few silly expressions.

Hi.

Mía.

- Hi!
- Vincent!

Hi, Vincent.
So nice to see you.

Sorry, honey,
that I couldn't pick you up.

It was my fault, I wasn't feeling well
and she stayed with me.

- Sorry.
- I told Mía there was no need.

- I could have called a cab.
- It was no trouble for me.

Plus, I had a nice time.

Please excuse me,
I couldn't get here sooner.

How are you, Esmeralda?

We're so happy
to have you with us right now.

I couldn't thank you enough
for coming here.

Really.

Here we are.

We're here already.

We're all here.

The family.

I had been working
at the clerk's office for a while.

And working as Nicanor's secretary
was exhausting.

Until one day,
Augusto came in.

Yes, and I forgot
about everything else.

That same day I fell in love with him
and he fell in love with me.

I always had to write
so many powers of attorney, you know?

I would always run into him.

Mom, we already know how you met dad.
There's something I don't understand,

Why does the lawsuit against Nicanor
affect us?

You were already living in Paris
by that time.

That's why Eugenia
was born there, right?

We moved to Europe
in 1979, right?

And came back in 1984,
once the military government was over.

- The dictatorship, Mom.
- Mía, again?

Don't you think
that's an important detail?

I guess it isn't free
to move to Paris all expenses paid

by a government that's,
at least, questionable.

Tell me, do you want to have
this conversation now?

I do want to have
this conversation now.

Listen to me, I can't believe you.
Why do you think

it might be so revealing something
you keep repeating since you were 20?

Talking about things
is always revealing, Mom.

Are you going to tell me
what the truth means?

This is another one
of your spoiled brat scenes.

And at this time
we have to be united.

Is that understood?

Our family has to be united.

Are you going to talk about unity,
Mom? You make me laugh, I'm sorry.

Stop laughing then,
because we have to be united

so that we can think this through.

Do you realize how serious
you father's condition is?

- Are you aware or not?
- I'm aware of everything.

Stop it!

Stop it.

My apologies, Vincent.
I'm going to have to leave

because I can't stand
to keep arguing with this girl.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Shit.

It's good, right?

Unbearable brat.

What's with the electricity?

It's out. It happens all the time.

- Does it come back quickly?
- It depends.

I love you, Daddy.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Raquel.

- Did you have breakfast?
- No.

You just can't have a break, it was
quiet here and then we all came by.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I brought cheese, foie gras
and chocolate for the girls.

For you, your favorite dessert.

Coffee, sir?

Thank you.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

I had a dream last night about
you and my dad, want to hear about it?

Sure.

I dreamt about those
walks we used to take around Paris.

When we were 15 years old.

Those endless walks.

In my dream
we would run into my father.

And I'd introduce you
as my schoolmate.

As my lover,

as the man
I had lost my virginity to.

Eugenia would get really mad
when your father could not find you.

Because she had
to make up excuses

not to tell him
you had run away with me.

- Remember?
- Yes.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

What is it, Raquel?

I'm sorry, ma'am.
They're looking for you, it's urgent.

Ask them to come back another time,
tell them I'm busy now.

It's important, ma'am.

Take this inside.

- What is this?
- It's a subpoena, ma'am.

You'll have to attend court
as a witness.

- Where should I sign?
- Here, please.

This is for you,
thank you very much.

Raquel!

Here I am, ma'am.

Last night I dreamt about you.

I dreamt we were
staying in Paris.

You looked handsome,
young.

I introduced you to my boyfriend.

And you would get a little jealous.

I'd love to go back
to that time with you.

And to have stayed in Paris.

I'd like to be there with you.

You can go,
I'll stay with him tonight.

Yes, ma'am.

Excuse me.

Die, son of a bitch.

Thank you very much.

It's decided.
We're doing it the right way.

Dad wanted a closed casket,
he always said that.

He never said that.

What he used to say
is he didn't like it

when people had to see the dead
all dressed up and wearing makeup.

Exactly.

It's not a nice image
to remember him all stiff,

in makeup
and with his eyes closed.

But people want
to say goodbye to him.

To hold him, touch him.
Don't you understand?

If they find it distressful
they can look away. And that's it!

Please.

Mía, let's do what mom says.

Okay, do whatever you want.

That's it. Very well.

Excuse me.

Are you okay, Mía?

Yes.

Thanks for all you're doing
for my family.

You don't have to thank me.
They're close friends of my dad's.

They're helping us
have everything run smoothly.

- It all looks very nice.
- You don't worry about all this.

Yes, I'm going to go see dad.

Do you want me to go with you?
Should I walk you there?

Are you sure you're okay?

- Hi, Raquel.
- Hi, Mía.

Come here. Let's give my dad
a kiss, shall we?

Look, that's my dad.

- Give him a kiss.
- No.

- Come on, give him a kiss!
- No!

- Grandpa!
- Hey, hey! How are you?

Everything okay?

- My condolences, Esmeralda.
- Thank you for coming.

Thank you very much.

This is my son-in-law, Vincent.

- Nice to meet you.
- How are you?

Augusto worked at his office
for a very long time.

Augusto was a great man.

In all the years he's worked for me,
he never missed a day of work.

He only asked for time off
so he could move to France.

Eugenia, listen to me.
How long is he going to stay?

- What?
- How long is he going to stay?

He'll stay for as long as he has to.

And are you flying back with him?

What kind of question is that?

It's a very specific one.

I guess I'm flying back with him
so I can have my child there, yes.

What if it is our child?

I'm sorry?

- What's wrong with you, Mía?
- Leave me alone.

- Mía.
- When were you going to tell me?

I had to learn through Eugenia
that you're going to be parents.

How could we have told you,
with all that's been going on?

Plus, we were not going
to tell anyone yet.

- Am I "anyone"?
- No, you're not.

What are you saying?
Don't you realize I will be an aunt?

- Easy.
- Don't you realize you'll be parents?

Yes, yes, my love!
What did you want me to say?

I wanted you to tell me!
How could you let me just...?

I'm sorry,
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

- Let me go!
- There, there, easy.

Easy.
Please, stop, honey, stop.

I'm sorry.

- I hate you!
- Mía, please!

- You don't look sad.
- What?

It's just odd
that you don't look sad.

I don't get it, Esteban.
What?

That you're not sad.

- Hold me.
- I'm sorry?

Hold me.
Try to look sad and hold me.

What are you saying,
Esteban?

Have a paternity test done
or I'm telling your husband.

Leave me alone.
My father has just died. Let me go!

Okay, then, we'll do this later.

- Go with your sister.
- Why?

She's not okay,
go with her.

- Mía, what's wrong?
- I don't feel good.

- What do you mean?
- I want to go home.

- Did you have too much to drink?
- No.

Okay, stop it. Calm down.

- Do you want to sit down?
- No, I want to go home.

I feel like I'm dying.

Calm down, calm down.
You had too much to drink, that's it.

No.

What happened?
What happened?

Stop it, stop it. I'll drive you.
Calm down.

Okay, do you feel better?

Yes.

Come on, calm down.

Why are you like this?

Because dad died, Eugenia,
isn't that reason enough?

- Why are you attacking me?
- I'm not attacking you.

Don't you realize dad
was an amazing person?

An incredible person?

Dad was the man of my life.

What you're saying
sounds weird, Mía.

- What do you mean it sounds weird?
- It sounds very weird.

What gives you the right to tell me
who I have to love,

and how much
I should love him?

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm always going to love dad.

But dad is dead, Mía.
Stop it with dad, now.

Stop, I want to go back.
I'm feeling better already.

I want to go back! I need to go back
before they close the casket!

- Please, Eugenia!
- No, Mía.

- I swear I'm feeling okay.
- No, you're not.

Calm down, please, stop it!

I need to go back, Eugenia!
Turn around!

And you even wake up.

You're bold enough to wake up.

You're shameless.

You know what you are?

You're a lousy daughter!

And you know what else?

A terrible sister.
You're a shitty person, Mía!

If you want to kill yourself,
do it alone, you know?

Because that was no accident.

No one believes that.
You know what that was?

Another suicide attempt.
One more! One more!

I'm sorry.

I'm going to make your life

a living hell
for the rest of your days.

- Esmeralda!
- I'm sorry, Mom!

This isn't good for you.

Relax. You want some water?
Stay here.

- What is it, Esmeralda?
- Doctor.

Tell me, how's the baby?

My daughter is pregnant.

- Mía Montemayor?
- No, Eugenia.

No, ma'am, there's no baby.

So she lost it?

No, there's no sign
of a miscarriage.

So it's perfectly fine.

- What?
- The baby.

Ma'am, I'm saying there's no baby.

So then where is it?

Your daughter is not pregnant.

So it was born?

Thanks for your help, Vincent.

No, it's a pleasure to be here.

- In spite of it all, it's a pleasure.
- Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

- Thank you.
- And I'm so sorry about Eugenia.

All those years trying
unsuccessfully,

they said she couldn't get pregnant,
and still...

She wanted it so badly...

She wanted it so much...

She would beg
for us to keep trying.

She wanted to be a mother
for you as well.

She knew just how much
you wanted to be a grandmother.

We were all pregnant.

We were all expecting that baby.

Tragedy tends to bring more tragedy.

Euge had
a phantom pregnancy, Mom.

That's a medical condition,
not a tragedy.

You have no right to speak
at this table, you understand?

Specially not about
other people's medical conditions.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Thanks for everything,
I have no words to thank you, really.

Thank you so much.

There's nothing to thank me for,
Esmeralda. Nothing.

You have to sign this paper
so that they can keep him there.

Everything okay with dad?

Yes.
He's still at the funeral home.

They were really nice,
they'll keep him for as long

as you need until you can continue
with the ceremony.

No extra charge,
you don't have to pay for anything.

Maybe they'll need to put
a bit of makeup on him, that's all.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Thank you. Me too.

Thank you.

Why do you thank me?

I meant, you're welcome.

When should we
pick him up from there?

Don't worry, that's no problem.
He's okay there.

They're going to take
good care of him.

They have state of the art
refrigerators. He'll be fine.

Really, I have no words
to thank you.

Thank you.

For fuck's sake!

Raquel! Raquel!

- Is it good?
- Very good.

- You want some?
- I'm starving, to be honest.

- Help yourself.
- Help yourself.

Thanks.

- You're welcome.
- You're welcome.

What about Euge?
Any news?

It looks like she's getting better.

They'll be moving her
to a non-ICU room.

- That's good.
- That's good.

- Thank God.
- But I don't get it.

Is it possible
for a phantom pregnancy

to produce the image of a baby
on a sonogram?

No.

- She never had a sonogram done.
- Really?

No.

So how did you know
she was pregnant?

Eugenia took a pregnancy test.

And can it test positive?

That's what the doctors said.

If she had had a blood test done,
it would have tested negative.

It's hard to understand,
right?

Hard to understand
and hard to explain.

Like any other
psychological disorder.

That doesn't mean
my sister is crazy.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

What were you and Euge
talking about at the wake,

when Mía
started to feel bad?

What?

It's just that
I saw her go to him

and start crying on his shoulder.

Actually,

I was sharing one of my memories
about Augusto.

And she got a little emotional,
poor thing.

- That was silly of me.
- It must have been that.

What?

She hadn't cried at all
before that moment.

- Did she cry with you?
- No.

My daughter is such an introvert.

That's why it was weird
that she opened up with you.

I found it weird too.

But it looks like
she needed to cry.

I want to make a toast for Augusto.

To Augusto.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Look at me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, love.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Look at me, look at me.

I want to ask her
if she really felt pregnant

or if she had been lying to me
the whole time.

How could she lie
about such a thing?

Eugenia lies about lots of things.

I really felt a baby
growing inside of me.

But it wasn't real.

And it never will be.

This will be good for us.

Yes, you're right.

But let's not grow apart.

Will Vincent be long?

I don't know,
he likes to sleep.

Does he?

I'm just saying that because
you also sleep with him, don't you?

Don't you?

Stay out of this, Mom.

It's the truth, baby.

Stay out of it.

He'll miss his flight.

Hi, girls. Good morning.

Good morning,
with this we'll open the hearing.

Your name, ma'am.

Esmeralda Jáuregui de Montemayor.

You've been summoned here
to testify

on case number 40320,

where Mr. López Falbo
is on trial.

I advise you that the criminal code
penalizes people

who are deceptive
or do not answer with the truth.

According to your beliefs,
do you swear to tell the truth?

Yes, I swear.

Mr. Prosecutor,
your witness.

Thank you very much.

I request
Your Honor's permission

to show the witness
some documents.

Go ahead.

Are you aware of the way
those property deeds were signed?

Yes.

The sellers gave my husband
a power of attorney,

certified by Nicanor López Falbo.

The signatures
on these documents,

do they belong to the owners
of these properties?

Yes.

So the people
providing these powers of attorney

actually signed the documents
at López Falbo's clerk's office?

No.

But, these deeds
were signed at the clerk's office?

Yes.

And were the property owners
present at that moment?

No.

Why?

Because the property owners

were unable to come to the office.

That's why they all signed
a power of attorney.

So that their representative
could sign for them.

Why?

Because they were in custody.

Were they in prison?

No.

Where were they?

At the ESMA.

The Navy School of Mechanics.

Correct.

They were
in the ESMA's basement.

And did these detainees sign
of their own free will?

No.

They were forced to,

they were told that if they signed
they would be spared,

or their families would be.

Ma'am,
how do you know all this?

Because I was
López Falbo's secretary.

And he'd send you
to have those papers signed?

No way.

Do you know who would go to the ESMA
to collect those signatures?

Yes.

Who?

My husband.

Counselor Augusto Montemayor?

Yes.

Why did you make that shit up, Mom?

- Please, leave her alone.
- I won't!

I want her to speak the truth!

- That shit is the truth.
- No, Mom, it's not!

I won't stop! Listen to her!
Come on, tell us!

There are lots of things
you don't know about your father.

Well then, tell me.

Are you going to say that dad
would throw people out of planes?

- Come on, tell me.
- Sit down!

I had my mouth shut for decades

to protect you from this shit
you want to know about now. Decades!

That father you worship so much,

when we came back from Paris
the first time,

held me hostage
in my own home,

in my own matrimony,
do you understand?

He forced me to have sex
without consent.

Over and over.

- He raped me!
- What are you saying, Mom?

He'd tie you to the bed?
How did he rape you?

- Listen to what she's saying!
- That's how I got pregnant with you.

He forced me to go through
with the pregnancy...

And ever since the first day
I wanted it to stop,

but I couldn't do it alone, no...

I couldn't have an abortion.

And when you were born...

I kept thinking everything
was going to change...

I'd be like any other mother,

who has that special love
for her child, but I never did.

Not one day, not one instant.
Never.

I went from...

Feeling sad to hating myself.

I didn't know what to do,
it was terrible.

It was like a dark cloud
chasing after me.

It was torture, Mía, torture. Really.

And then your dad

started taking care of you.

And feeding you, because I couldn't.
I couldn't because...

I couldn't lift you up,
nor hold you,

nor breastfeed you or anything.
I didn't want to touch you.

And then...

I decided to accept it
and act natural about it.

But it never happened.

I barely loved you, Mía.

Do you know how terrible it is
to hold a baby

and feel like it's no one,
like it's nothing?

And call a person
you barely know "daughter".

All that thanks to your father,
your adored father.

You and this misfortune
are your father's fault.

And I swear...

I swear...
I swear that I tried.

But...

But I couldn't love you.

I just couldn't.

I don't know...
But I couldn't.

I couldn't.

I do love you.

But I...

But... I tried to.

I tried to.

I was desperate,
but I tried, I tried.

NAVY SCHOOL OF MECHANICS

In those days, kindness
took the shape of favors.

You asked for favors,
you returned favors.

There were favors
that required certified signatures.

My father took care of that,
and yours as well.

Now, she would go to the ESMA
to see these people.

Your mother took their signature,
it was her.

- But is the book real?
- Yes, of course.

Of course.

My father said it was at the office,
but it was missing.

Where did you find it?

It was in the briefcase
my dad gave me before his statement.

But he never said
anything about it.

This puts your mother
in a very complicated position.

Do what you have to do.

I don't get it.

I don't get what you mother did.

Honestly...
I don't get it.

In here there's her name,
her last name, her signature.

Explain it to me
because I don't get it.

She should stay there, enjoy life
and stop messing around.

Imagine your mother in prison.

Just imagine that.

No one's going to do
anything for her.

No more ringing the bell...
No more "Rachel"... Nothing.

I mean...

What did you do?

What had to be done.

Without asking me?

If I had,
what would you have done?

- I don't know.
- So?

Do you realize we are going
to lose everything?

You're not a kid anymore, Mía.
What do you get out of this?

- To stand up for dad, Euge.
- I can't believe this.

How will you pay your bills?

- How will I pay mine?
- I don't know.

I don't know, Euge.
I don't know.

Esmeralda, we have to leave.

Let me give you a hand.

Come on.

Stay calm.

Stay calm. It'll be okay.
I'll be here for you at all times.

If you need me
just have them call me.

Hey!

- No.
- No, no.

Pancho! No! Come here.

That's it.

I never understood why,
of all the men in the world,

you had to pick Vincent.

You knew
how much I loved him.

I used to tell you everything.

I didn't pick him.

Vincent was my schoolmate.

My friend.
And you started going out with him.

And when you had to come back
to Buenos Aires because you were 16,

I was able to make a choice,
and I chose to stay.

And things turned out like this.

No, things didn't turn out
like this, Euge.

Someone decided
it to be that way.

I've known about you two
for 15 years, Mía. 15 years.

Ever since the first time
you saw each other in Marseille,

when he came back with the smell
of your perfume, I knew it.

But I never told you.

Not you nor him.

Why?

What would I get out of it?

Every time he had to travel,
I knew you were getting together.

Every time you came
to visit me in Paris,

I knew that at some point
you were going to be together.

But, why did you never
say anything?

Because...

Because I never felt sad
or upset,

Because,
you know what I felt?

Relief.

Knowing that I share him with you
is relieving.

Knowing that I can give you
what you need,

makes me feel good.

I never asked him to leave you.

For me too it's a way
to be close to you.

I miss you so much!

I know...

The distance is too real,
too painful.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Easy.

Even if we speak every day,
I miss you just the same.

I think about you every day.

I swear I want to be okay.

I want to,
but I just can't.

I don't know how to...

Poor thing.

You poor thing.

Poor things us both.

Here you can see Eugenia's
fertilized egg.

The result is very good.

And the good news is
that Eugenia's egg

is well implanted
in Mía's uterus.

The embryo is now eight weeks old.

Now we'll see the image
of the embryo.

That sound you hear
is the heart

going 150 beats per minute.

There are no bruises
and no risk of a miscarriage.

It looks perfect, ladies.

Everything's okay.

Where do we go from here?

We have to wait two more weeks
just to be safe.

But everything's okay.

Congratulations to you, Moms.

Thank you.