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Stella was the one who graffitied her car?
Stella?
No, I don't think so.
Excuse me.
Poncho, it's lunch time. I'm so hungry I could die.
Let me see your hands.
Both of them.
Can you explain
why your fingers are covered in the same paint
that was used on Mrs. Chivis's van?
Answer me, Dominique.
Why do you have paint on your hands?
I was washing octopus a little while ago.
They release a blue ink when they get scared.
Octopus ink?
Nah...
I was filling in my eyebrows.
I'm bald, so I was doing my eyebrows.
Royal blue?
It's in style.
You know Picasso had his blue period,
Earth is a blue planet...
Do I look stupid to you?
Do you think I'm some kind of idiot?
I'm sorry, Manuel, it wasn't my idea.
How could you do something so stupid?
What were you two brainless morons thinking?
I...
Look at my hands. They're clean.
I had nothing to do with it.
It was silly.
We were just being naughty after a few beers.
Really? You halfwits!
How old are you?
Not even my son Pedrito
would've done something so stupid.
I'll leave. This has nothing to do with me.
Don't be a coward. You're staying.
Someone else was in on it with us too.
Sorry to interrupt.
Manuel, could I borrow your computer?
-Sure, of course. -Thanks.
Is something wrong?
No. These two were leaving.
-We're leaving! -Yes, let's go.
I'm just going to print a few things out and that's it.
Is it just me, or were you arguing with them?
No...
Well, yes, about work stuff that you have to put up with
when you're the boss.
And things I have to bear for being the mom.
If it were up to me,
you've no idea what I'd do to Margarita.
I try to stay calm,
but what she did to Angie was horrible.
Why would she embarrass her like that?
I don't understand.
So you gave Vicente the green light?
Wow, thanks.
You're so considerate.
I mean, is this your way of protecting your exes?
There's no need.
You and I broke up.
I'm free to do whatever I want.
You don't need to talk to Vicente,
much less give him your permission.
If you want, let's get some coffee
and talk like adults.
Oh, now you want to talk like adults?
Because your attitude lately has been very childish.
To tell Vicente... No, I will not tone it down.
...and say, "You can have Maria Jose."
Give me a break, Andres!
We're at the university. This is where I work.
I have a reputation to protect. Don't shout!
You don't have a reputation to protect.
If you did, you wouldn't date your students.
What kind of professor takes advantage of his position
to mess with his students?
You have to be sick. That's immoral.
I've never messed with anyone, much less a student.
Really?
And don't talk to me about morals.
You're the one who cheated on me with Vicente.
You sure about that?
Did you see me? You sound pretty sure.
I know it's true either way.
So you're just paranoid.
I can't help you there.
Then why don't you just tell me already?
I'm standing here. Say it!
-Grow up! -What do you want to know?
Did you cheat on me with Vicente or not?
You already gave him the green light...
so what do you care? Keep guessing.
So the picture you showed that boy at the bakery
was your father's picture, right?
Juanito?
Yes, why?
Yes, that boy.
He told me that he thinks
that the man who was with me when I fainted
looks very similar to Antonio Jose.
Oh, my God, Grandma.
What if it was my dad?
Imagine how I felt when I saw him.
Hey.
You asked him because you believed me, didn't you?
Yeah, Grandma. I wanted to know.
Oh, sweetie.
For that, I'll let you call me Grandma today.
What are we going to do?
I think we should tell Mom.
Oh, please.
Your mother doesn't believe anything I say.
She thinks I have senile dementia.
Then we can't tell my sisters anything either.
Whatever we find out we'll keep between us two, okay?
Yes, I think that's a good idea.
Just the thought of seeing Antonio Jose
gives me goosebumps, but I hope it was true.
I hope so.
-Me too. -Yes.
It's time for him to come back and handle things.
Look at everything that happened
with your mother's car.
It's too much.
We're this close to coming out on the news.
To be honest, I'm also sick and tired.
I want to leave this house already.
Why are you punishing me for something I didn't do?
Because I said so. Period.
First, two months without going out on the weekends.
Two months?
That's too long!
One month.
Oh, Grandpa, don't be mean.
Second, I want you kneading dough
at 4 AM every Saturday morning.
You're going to help Juan make bread.
4 AM on Saturday?
Seriously?
Alright, fine.
You can sweep the bakery floor at 6 AM.
But I'm so tired when I get home from school.
I won't be able to.
Alright, then you have to make my bed every day.
I do that anyway.
Why are you smiling?
No reason.
And most importantly, you're going to go talk to Mrs. Chivis
and tell her the truth.
Of course I am.
Not even you, my grandfather, believes me.
Get to it.
Go on.
Can I least change out of my uniform and have a snack?
My stomach hurts!
Alright, fine.
You have three minutes and you already wasted two.
Why doesn't anyone believe me?
-Hi. -Hey, Angie.
Did you study for the test?
I was just finishing up.
It's pretty tough.
I can't focus. I'm a little down.
Did you study?
Not really.
I'm feeling lazy.
Well, you should study. It's hard.
Plus, you're doing bad in that class, aren't you?
Yeah, I am.
I didn't really come to talk about the test.
I wanted to know if you like how the room came out.
I finally finished it.
I don't know if your mom has any complaints...
No, don't worry.
Everything looks great.
Plus, it was a tough job.
Thank you.
You don't have to thank me.
It's the least I could do.
I didn't really come to talk about the room either.
Then why did you come over?
I feel really, really guilty about everything that happened.
And about the way we stopped talking,
and about causing you problem after problem.
Unfortunately, we can't go back in time and change things.
It's over now.
I don't feel great about everything that happened either.
I also spoke to Margarita and she swore she had nothing...
Please don't talk to me about Margarita.
I'm sick of everything already.
I don't understand why everything
has to be so complicated.
There have been too many radical changes
in such a short while.
I feel strange and alone...
It's too much.
You're not alone.
Your family is here. I'm here.
You don't get it.
Everyone's always making fun of me at school.
They made that horrible group about me on Facebook.
Then, you made a hole in the wall to spy on me.
They ruined my uniform...
Come here.
I know things haven't been easy
and I know I messed up, but please trust me.
Everything will be alright, okay?
Ever since I got here, I've tried so hard...
to get used to things, to help my mom,
to support her, to not complain...
I even got a job so I could help her,
but I can't do it anymore.
I want to leave this house. I want to leave right now!
Calm down.
You can't make decisions when you're upset.
Calm down.
Jorge, please leave my house.
Please, just go.
I saw Maria Jose.
Everyone saw her.
It was impossible not to see her.
You have to stop her now, Andres.
It's so unpleasant when she gets like that.
I think it's best to cut all ties and turn the page.
How?
I'm so used to her. I can't.
That doesn't sound healthy.
I don't know if it's healthy or twisted,
but it's how I feel.
After all these years, how do I disconnect?
I can't!
Okay, I get it.
But then how do divorced people with kids do it?
-I don't know. -Or split after 20 years?
No clue.
You know what's killing me?
Not knowing whether or not she cheated on me with Vicente.
Get that out of your head.
It doesn't matter.
What do you mean? How can I?
I can't stop imagining things,
or get rid of this knot in my throat.
I know you know something, but every time I ask you,
you say I have to find out myself.
I'll keep saying it.
I want to be left out of your girlfriend problems.
They're not girlfriend problems. We're not even together anymore.
Lucia, please tell me the truth.
I trust you. You're my friend.
Unless you're trying to protect Vicente.
Vicente doesn't need anyone protecting him, much less me.
There you go. Then tell me.
It's all I need to know to get over Maria Jose.
Please.
Look, Andres, this is the last time
I'm going to talk about this.
I'm tired of watching you get upset and suffer
over your shameless ex.