Juan: I have a better idea.
- What do you mean?
- I'd prefer it if we went alone.
- We deserve it, don't we?
Besides, I want to be with the handsomest man in the world.
- It's just that...
I can't help feeling upset.
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- I want Oscar to get his son back,
but I won't be a part of their lives.
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- I'll never stop saying it, Rosarito.
San Marcos wouldn't be the same without you here.
This club has become a bastion of culture in the region.
Everyone can come here to enjoy some healthy fun.
- That's precisely what it's all about, Mr. Mayor.
We want everyone to enjoy themselves here.
- Rosario, I'd like to talk to you.
- In that case, I won't take up any more of your time.
Please stop by my office.
I'm at your service... always.
- Thank you.
What is it?
- You know that I've always been against
you working at the bar,
but I'd like to congratulate you this once.
- What?
- I must admit you're quite gifted artistically,
just like your daughter.
- I hope you're being honest.
- I am.
You can believe it.
[Sighs]
Congratulations.
You were incredible!
Your husband would've said the same if he'd seen you.
In fact, he's probably been here and probably seen you.
He can be anywhere.
- Juan David.
Gunter, leave.
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- I can't believe it.
I'm here, in this place, dancing with Sarita Elizondo.
- Well, I don't really know how it happened either.
I'm sorry if I mess up, but I haven't been out
with someone in a long time, much less to a place like this.
I haven't danced with someone other than my husband in ages.
- That must be hard for you.
Events like these must bring back memories.
I just hope you leave those memories in the past
and that you build a new present with me.
- I only hope you realize that I don't want to rush, Demetrio.
I'm here to support my son Andres
and to see him make his dreams come true, okay?
- Yes, yes. That's fine.
You're a very special woman.
Your children couldn't have asked for a better mother.
- I don't like seeing Mom dancing with that guy.
- Gaby, don't start.
- I can't help it, Aunt Jimena. I still see him as a stalker.
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- How are you?
It's a pleasure to have you here.
Well, I assume you're here for Muriel.
I'll...
I'll have someone call her over.
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Hello.
Yes, Panchita. Uh-huh.
Could you tell Muriel to come here?
Thank you.
Did you like it? The show that is.
- Yes.
You do it well. You do it very well.
- Thank you.
- Forgive me for saying this, but...
you look very beautiful.
- Thank you.
Is that it?
[Sighs]
What a cold way to congratulate me.
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Don't I at least deserve a hug?
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- Hey, honey!
You looked so sexy, babe.
- My Juan David. - Uh-huh.
- Did you like it? - Uh-huh.
So much.
- It was all for you, babe.
I forgot something in my room. Will you come with me?
- Um... yeah.
I didn't know you could sing like that!
Your voice is amazing!
You should sing more often!
- You can't complain, babe.
I sing for you and I do it in private.
- And I love it.
I'm going to be your manager and I'll be the best manager!
With me, your career will... When do we sign?
- Oh! Can I tell you something?
- Uh-huh.
- Even when I'm on stage singing,
I can't stop thinking about you.
I only have eyes for you.
- Wow.
I love that.
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I know that this makes you very happy.
Whatever makes you happy, makes me very happy, but...
I'm scared that your musical career will come between us
and that you'll leave.
- No. No, that won't happen.
If it does, I'll make sure to bring you with me everywhere.
I never want to leave you. Never.
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I love you.
- You're almost done for tonight.
Wanna go out?
- Let me think about it.
[Giggles]
- Stop clowning around.
Don't you want to be with me?
- I'm always dying to be with you.
- Don't you want to feel me close to you?
- I want us to be alone.
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[Clears throat]
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- You're expected downstairs. Let's go.
- Let's go.
- The hat. - The hat.
- Right. Muriel and I will go.
- I want to watch the show too.
[Creaking]
- Duvan.
[Cell phone ringing]
- Hello, Teresa.
Duvan? What's wrong with my son?
- I don't know how it happened or how he got away!
We close our doors at night
and the watchman is the only one who keeps the keys.
- Well, he didn't just disappear.
He must've found a way to get out.
When was the last time you saw him?
- At around 9:00PM. I came to the bedroom to do a check-up.
He was asleep and I didn't notice anything strange.
- How'd you realize he was gone?
- Because the dogs started barking early in the morning.
- And you didn't see anything weird?
- No, sir.
I searched the lower floors and didn't find a thing.
The dogs continued to bark, though, so I talked to Teresa.
- I searched the bedrooms again
and that's when I saw that his bed and locker were empty.
That's when I realized Duvan was gone.
- Is that window always open?
- Yes, sir.
It provides ventilation to the room.
- That's how he got out.
That's how he got out! Obviously!
- That's impossible. It's too high up.
Besides, there's a river further down.
- So he fell into the river.
He fell into the river.
- We don't know,
but the police were here and they searched the property.
They found no trace of him.
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[Phone ringing] Berta: I'll get it, Natalia.
Hello.
- Berta?
It's great to hear that you're back at the house.
Berta: Yes, Mrs. Jimena. I'm back, thankfully.
I'm helping your husband.
No, ma'am, he went out.
He came home and left because something awful happened.
He's desperate because he doesn't know
what happened to Duvan.
He and Cosme rushed to the mill house
because he thinks he may find him there.
He should be there by now.
- Duvan!
Duvan, son!
Son!
Duvan!
Son, it's Oscar! It's Dad!
Duvan!
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There's no trace of him out back.
Nothing on the windows... What's up?
Can't you open it? Open it.
- I've got it, Mr. Oscar.
- Duvan, son!
Son! Duvan!
- No, I won't call Oscar. I can imagine how he feels.
He must be... feeling desperate.
Listen, call me as soon as you hear any news about Duvan.
Call me immediately.
Thank you.
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- He's not here.
I'd hoped to find him here, but he's not here.
If I lose him too...
I won't be able to cope.
Duvan, son, where are you?
[Cork pops] [Giggles]
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- That's perfect. Cheers!
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