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This is Mr. Rubirosa. He's our cultural attaché.
-Pleasure to meet you. -Likewise.
-Excuse me. -Sure.
Thanks. I spotted him.
-Princess! -Hi, Ernesto.
So glad you could make it.
There's someone important I want you to meet.
This is Alejandra Miranda and her husband Richard.
This is my daughter Alondra.
So you're Alondra? Nice to meet you.
Likewise.
I've heard I look a lot like your mother,
but I never had the pleasure of meeting her.
Sorry I didn't warn you.
I wanted to see if you'd be just as surprised.
This is why you panicked, right?
This is why you said in the hospital that you'd seen Mom.
Let's not talk about that now.
Don't worry, sir. I understand.
Why don't I take you to your father's office?
-Once the ceremony begins... -I want to stay.
Alright. Let's all stay.
You still haven't said hi to Richard.
-Hi. -Nice to meet you.
Some people say our countries
send their worst people to the US,
but I don't think that's the case.
These people have bravely faced adversities
on both sides of the border in order to provide a better life
for their families.
They should be an example for all of us,
especially those who arrived to this country as children.
Be on the lookout for anything Alejandra touches.
Her fingerprints and DNA cannot be traced.
Understood?
-Okay. -Thanks.
These young dreamers move me the most.
They inspire me to photograph them
because there's a terrible truth in their eyes.
There's hardship and danger.
Any news on Benitez?
No.
But there's also joy, determination, and the hope
that they might someday make their dreams come true.
Hey.
Let's see some ID.
Is everything okay, officer?
I need to search you.
What do you have in here?
Come in.
How very kind of you.
Okay, so...
An irregular verb would be eat.
Because it is eat, ate, eaten.
Okay.
But how do you speak...
How do you say. [En inglés]
How do you say, "You're dreamy"?
Well, that's homework.
What?
Yep!
And if you don't do it, I'll become your worst nightmare.
Like where?
Nightmare. You know, bad dream.
That's impossible. You're beautiful.
Teach, my nightmares are horrible!
Want to hear about them? The last one I had?
Alright, shoot.
- A VER, POR FAVOR. - OK.
In my dream I was sleeping,
but I wake up when I hear my car running.
Now, I'm in my bed, but my bed's not in my room.
It's in the street.
I notice there's a guy taking my car.
I try to go after him, but I'm chained to my bed.
I'm in the middle of the street, chained to my bed, naked,
and everyone's looking at me.
Isn't that the worst nightmare you've ever heard?
Yeah.
I know.
What about you? What's your worst nightmare?
Being deported.
Keep an eye on your glass and don't let anyone take it.
When you're done, give it to him.
He's one of us.
Where's Alondra? She walked out during my speech.
Hey, look at me. Stay calm.
Remember, they're watching us. They probably brought her in
to gage your reaction.
You've done wonderfully until now.
It's best if you stay away from her.
Could you be a little less obvious?
That woman's really unsettling.
She looks so much like Sofia. I'm sure it's her.
I need a drink.
No, you need to stay sharp.
You can't lose control now. Let's go.
Alondra's upset. I could tell.
If you can't calm down, then maybe we should leave.
Leave? That'd be a shame.
Why?
Well, my wife's not a big fan of social events.
Really?
Who'd have thought it?
She's a natural in front of the cameras.
I'd say she's used to it.
I rather let my art do the talking.
That's right.
Her work is what's most important to her.
I'd even say she loves her work more than she loves me.
My pictures don't snore.
Alejandra!
My daughter and I were fascinated by your exhibit.
-Thanks. -Happy to hear that, sir.
We can drop the formalities. We're practically family.
Sure. I hate them too.
Formalities, that is.
Would you excuse me for a sec? I'll be right back.
So, Mr. Garcia, what do you do for a living?
I work in investments.
IT, start-up companies all over the world.
As you know, we're living in the future.
It's something really...
What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Wait, wait!
What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Why are you looking at me like that?
I'm in my bed.
Then suddenly, ICE agents show up and they're shouting at us.
I run to my little brother's room,
but they've already got him.
He's screaming my name, calling for help,
but I can't get to him.
Why not?
Because a wall pops up.
He's on this side, in the US, but I'm in Mexico with my mom.
In the dream, my mom's crying out Rodrigo's name
as she tries to hold his hands
through the gaps in the wall.
I try to hold her, but suddenly I'm surrounded by bars.
It's horrible. It really is.
Sometimes I wake up screaming my mom's name
or Rodrigo's or Tomas's.
But that's not the worst part.
The worst past is that it could come true.
I'm sorry.
I saw you crying and I feel it's my fault
because I remind you of your mother.
You look just like her.
Why?
I don't know.
I never met her and we're not related.
I suppose it's a coincidence.
You didn't miss much.
My mom was a bad person.
Do you agree with everyone's view of her?
Tell me about her. It might do you good to talk.
I don't even know you.
Sometimes it's easier to talk about this with a stranger,
someone who won't judge you because of how you feel.
Or we could stay here for a bit and keep each other company.
I don't want to go back.
I'm bored by those people, aren't you?
Ernesto must be looking for me.
Now.
These damn things are on the fritz again.
I was about 15 when I found out what she'd done to my father.
He told me himself.
"Your mother is a traitor."
That phrase was enough to make me cut all ties with her.
I hated her.
I hated her with every fiber of my being for years.
So much so, that I went far away so she couldn't find me.
Years later, I was told she was sick
and that she wanted to see me.
Did you go?
She was really sick, but she mustered the strength
to tell me her side of the story.
Once she did, I understood.
I understood that all the hate I'd been feeling was unfounded.
She made a mistake.
Just one.
But it was enough to condemn her to a life of solitude.
I understood then there are at least two sides to every story.
It must be terrible for a mother
to be hated by her children for no reason.
Wouldn't you agree?
For me it was the other way around.
I thought my mom was the coolest.
I loved her.
I thought she was a strong and brave woman.
A good woman who'd been my father's victim.
Your father's victim? What'd he do to her?
Nothing.
Now I know everything was her fault.
She told her version of events, but she lied.
She was a murderer.
She dealt in human trafficking and I hate her for lying to me.
That's not healthy, Alondra. You'll only hurt yourself.
I have to go.
Wait.
If you ever need to talk to anyone,
call me.