SOME CHARACTERS AND EVENTS ARE FICTIONAL.
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-Show some respect! -Please stop!
Get over here.
If you need a beating to learn not to raise your voice,
then that's what you'll get, stupid!
-Please stop hitting me! -Shut up!
I call the shots, and don't you forget it, Adriana!
I've been attacked. Please send an ambulance.
"I DECIDED TO GO BACK"
Oh, Adriana, why didn't you tell the police Ramiro hit you?
If I report him, he'll be detained and sent to prison.
I can't hurt him like that.
You can't hurt him like that?
That's rich.
Ramiro would...
No, he won't because I'm breaking up with him.
I promise to leave him.
I thought we could work it out, but I don't know what to do.
You're going to recover, that's what.
You'll get better and move on.
I'd planned a life with him. What am I going to do now?
-I'm going to end up alone. -No, no.
No, you're not. You have me.
Have some linden tea.
We'll get past this. You'll be fine.
Show some respect, idiot! Come here!
If you need a beating to learn not to raise your voice,
then that's what you'll get, stupid!
-Please stop hitting me! -Shut up!
I call the shots, and don't you forget it, Adriana!
-That's probably why. -I like it.
As you should.
When I said we were having company over,
I bet you didn't think he'd be so funny.
I keep telling him to become a stand-up comedian.
-He'd be great at it. -Yes, he's very charming.
What do you do for a living?
I thought Vale had told you.
I'm a psychotherapist.
You went too far, Vale.
Since I won't see a psychologist,
you brought one home. Does that seem right to you?
Don't get upset. I'm just trying to help.
No, no.
You're helping me by allowing me to stay here for a few days.
You need treatment.
The patient is the one who initiates the treatment.
I'm not sick and I'm no one's patient.
Good night.
I'm sorry.
DAYS LATER
Hey.
Can I treat you to coffee?
I'm not here as a therapist.
We're two adults who've just met.
What do you say?
It's just coffee.
I'll tell you about myself and we can have a normal chat.
If I'm boring or if I say something you don't like,
you can throw your coffee in my face.
-I wouldn't. -Shall we?
-Do you need help with your bag? -Thanks.
-Do you work out? -Yes.
As you can see, psychologists have a lot of problems too.
But we fight on.
Tell me about yourself. How'd you meet Ramiro?
We met while he was in prison.
I was part of a medical team offering eye exams
to the inmates.
I was very different then. I felt like an ugly duckling.
Ramiro saw past that.
He'd recently arrived at the penitentiary
and was serving time for a misdemeanor.
We started talking and I realized he was a good man.
Oh, that's tough.
Plus sign.
Heart.
Boat.
Is that an 'O' or a butterfly?
He didn't have the opportunities
or privileges I'd had.
Place your chin here.
Sure.
Doc, thanks for doing what you do,
for treating us with kindness and dignity.
It's my job, Ramiro.
Can I ask you to promise me something?
Yeah?
Promise you'll come see me until I finish my sentence.
I want to have better vision just so I can see you clearly.
I mean it.
You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time.
A long time.
I know someone like Ramiro wasn't the best fit for me,
but I was really attracted to him.
What was so special about him that attracted you to him?
Well...
I felt insignificant.
I was very insecure.
And he made me feel important, wanted, special...
He was... the first person who actually saw me.
The first person...
or the first man?
The first man.
He was different.
He was very fun, charming, tender, young, handsome.
Having someone like him set his eyes on me...
I'd never experienced anything like it.
Were you ever scared by the fact that he was in prison?
He was there because he'd obviously committed a crime.
Didn't that scare you?
I was at first, but I reviewed his record.
He was stealing
because he wanted to pay his sick mom's medical bills.
I was very moved by his story.
He admitted that was wrong and wanted to better himself.
I wanted to help him.
One thing led to another and... I fell in love.
I didn't know if he felt the same way about me, though.
Next.
Let me go next. I'll make it up to you later.
Ramiro.
Hey, Doc.
I know I don't have an appointment, but I'm nervous.
That's normal. You're being released soon.
Please know you have a friend in me.
You can count on me for anything.
I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me.
I never thought someone like me could have a friend like you.
Thing is, for some time now, I see you as more than a friend.
I know it's dumb of me to think we could have something,
but haven't you heard that the heart wants what it wants?
My heart loves you, Adriana.
I'm sorry if I've offended you.
I didn't mean to. I had to tell you.
I thought that maybe you felt the same way about me,
that maybe you wouldn't care what people say
and you'd give me a chance...
I messed up, huh?
And I believed him.
I believed our love was possible.
That we could make it.
Don't you think you should think this through?
It's your life savings.
Why would I?
I know him well enough to know he's a good man
who deserves a second chance.
The taxi would give him a chance to change.
Why aren't you happy? Why don't you support us?
I am happy and I support you.
But he's a younger man...
he's in prison,
and I worry he's trying to take advantage of you.
Am I so unlovable?
-I didn't say that. -No, but you thought it.
You think I'm old and that he's young...
That he's handsome and I'm ugly.
That he wants my money and wants to take advantage of me.
Fine. I'll prove you wrong.
We're going to be very happy.
-Honey... -This way.
Just let me guide you.
Let you guide me?
-Turn. -I'm turning.
-It must be... -You don't know where we are.
Watch out!
We're almost there.
-Are we...? -Yes.
I'm dizzy.
-Where are we going? -We're here.
Ta-da!
The taxi, the app, a new car.
Oh, honey!
I'm going to work to pay you back
and so I can spoil you like the queen you are!
Let's go to our throne!
What color is the car?
"Thank for the three happiest months of my life.
May there be many more. I love you!"
It's awful, isn't it?
No, it's great.
-It doesn't taste good. -No!
I'm just not used to eating with this kind of fork.
I'm so sorry!
I should've ordered something else.
I'm so sorry...
I brought you a gift. Open it.
For me? You spoil me.
Let's see.
Oh, it's...
How about this one?
You don't like them, do you?
I'm sorry.
You can exchange them for anything you want.
I don't like them.
I love them!
I just think that if I go back to the neighborhood
dressed as a fancy businessman
I'll be made fun of.
Hey, do you want to move in with me?
The two of us?
Do you want to?
Here?
Of course I do! Cheers, honey!
No, that's soy sauce! No, no!
If things were going so well, what happened?
Shortly after we moved in together,
he started coming home very late and very drunk.
Hey...
I'm home, babe.
Did you miss me?
Stop it, Ramiro.
No, I don't want to. Leave me alone.
What's the matter with you?
Think I want to come home to this?
Think I want to put up with a drunkard?
-Look at you. You're pitiful. -Don't talk...!
Sorry.
I shouldn't have raised my hand.
I'm sorry. I'd never hurt you.
I swear I never would. I love you so much.
I'm sorry.
I had too much to drink.
A few weeks after that, he crashed the car while drunk
and refused to work again.
He was always in bed, watching TV, playing video games.
He was very irritable. Everything made him angry.
That's when he started hitting me.
I know I should've left then,
but things were amazing when we were fine.
Unfortunately, that happens to most abused women like you.
There are ways to break the cycle, though.
Leaving him was the first step. You should've reported him.
Everyone says that, but I saw how much he suffered in prison.
I don't want him to go back.