Emanuel Murillo, you're under arrest.
You have the right to know what you're charged with.
You're innocent until proven guilty.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you make a statement,
you have the right not to incriminate yourself.
You have the right to choose an attorney or public defender.
Hands forward, Murillo.
Take him away.
Sit down, please.
State your full name and what you do for a living.
Emanuel Murillo and I work at Minoarios Art Gallery.
So you're one of their gigolos.
Yeah, a gigolo.
Some call me that.
Though it's much nicer
than the term you use for women who do the same thing as I do,
it still sounds awful.
I'm just an escape. A relief.
It's much more than sex.
I actually listen to my clients
and I care about their predicaments.
One day they decide to embrace their sexuality,
and I'm there to help them find how they want to do it.
There's a lot of prejudice about people like me.
They think we use our powers of seduction
to take advantage, to lie, and to deceive.
If they knew who I am and where I come from,
I'm sure they wouldn't judge me.
It would've been easier for many if I hadn't defied my fate,
but that was my way to escape.
And that's my job.
A job like any other, because at the end of the day,
we've all sold ourselves to get something in return.
We're not here to judge you.
I don't care how you make a living,
but you know why you're here.
Let's see, Murillo.
Did you know the victim?
6 MONTHS EARLIER
Julia!
Julia...
Julia, open up!
What are you doing? Open up!
I'm busy.
Busy?
Trying to set the house on fire?
Open the door.
Open up.
What's going on? Turn the music down!
Turn the music down!
What's wrong?
Can you tell me what's wrong?
When are you going to leave all this hatred behind?
What can I do so we can communicate?
Can you leave?
I finally got you to talk to me.
Fortunately, it wasn't that serious.
Can we go relax?
How can we relax
if she constantly keeps us hanging by a thread?
She didn't mean to put us in danger.
It's okay, Ana.
Okay?
Don't complicate things any further.
She tries to burn down the house and I'm the one who's wrong?
Relax. Calm down.
Easy for you to say. She's not your daughter.
Okay.
My presence is not pleasant.
But I decided not to give them the satisfaction
of escaping this existence she's mired in.
I'd love to talk to Dad.
I'd like to ask him about those memories I no longer have
from when we were together.
What color was the light when we first saw each other?
Does he remember my voice? What was his like?
What did he feel when the fire destroyed everything?
Did he die thinking I was dying with him?
Hang tight!
MODERN ART GALLERY
Beautiful, isn't it?
It's the star of the auction.
It's a Mandetta.
The artist had a crazy life, a bit turbulent,
until he found the woman of his dreams
and learned what redemption through love meant.
Maybe that's why I'm so moved.
No, sweetheart, I don't think so.
For that, you should've fallen in love
at least once in your lifetime.
You're late, girl.
I was waiting for you.
-I know. -Are you okay?
I'll tell you later.
Dolores.
-Thanks. -Thanks.
Why that face?
It's just life.
No, why the face?
I know you. What happened?
Let me see you smile.
I forgot how to smile.
If it's because Victor is sleeping with his secretary,
give me a break.
We didn't come here for Minou's art pieces and you know it.
I don't care about Victor.
It's Julia that keeps me up at night.
It's not fair.
Some still look beautiful and youthful,
while the rest of us struggle not to wither.
Go out and have fun, be with a guy,
have sex so those teenage hormones get straightened out.
Don't laugh.
Are we talking about the same Julia?
I'm sure Julia hasn't had sex yet.
In fact, I don't think she's ever even been kissed.
Do something, then.
-Really? -Yeah.
I'm the last person Julia wants help from.
She doesn't have to find out it's you.
Remember, you went through hard times as well,
and it all changed when you decided to take action.
Your daughter needs exactly the same.
What are you talking about?
What are we doing here?
Doesn't she like art?
There might be something you can buy.
Think about it.
I now know my master
and you shall forget I'm a Labrador,
I'm more of an Akita, a Japanese dog.
Respect without the need for physical contact
or throwing a ball so I can fetch it.
That's enough, Lino.
Okay, I got the message.
What's wrong?
I lost my diary.
Did you leave a glass under the table?
My grandma used to say
you should leave a glass under the table.
Hi, Abel.
Darling.
You have...
Relax, it's between us.
Drugs and my business don't mix, Abel.
Understood?
I have no other option than to trust you all
when you become part of my clients' intimate lives.
Trust is a fine thread that I'm not sure
if I'm interested in fixing once it's broken.
Get back to work.
Sorry, you're absolutely right.
It won't happen again.
Maybe it was a wake-up call to you
so that you'll appreciate our work.
I don't like being the last option
whenever interesting opportunities come up.
Do you expect more from me?
I also expect more from you.
Excuse me.
For the first time, I'd call that hire a miss.
Well, Abel's not she sharpest tool, but women love him.
Some clients adore him.
I'll straighten him out.
I wasn't wrong about you.
You're my finest work to date.
-Sure, sure. -Okay, get back to work.
Ana, your favorite, is here.
Some see it as the strength of resurrection.
That's probably what experts think.
I don't see it that way.
It's what the image produces in you.
The abstract doesn't become something concrete.
You always have the right thing to say.
I read it in the catalog.
Sit down, please. Welcome to the auction.
In the works of this renowned artist,
we can see that solitude becomes obvious in people.
People's solitude in great cities, in nature.
What happens when solitude is present in our lives?
Do we enjoy it? Do we hurt?
Alright, students.
We're going to pick three solitude-inspiring photos,
and you're going to tell me what solitude means to you.
Get to work!
Enough!
Get out!
Stop. Get out of here!
Get out of here!
Sometimes I wonder if spacing out our encounters
is the condition to creating something perfect.
You and I, for example.
Would it be different if we lived in the same house?
Or if I prepared your luggage whenever you traveled?
Or if you worked in my lab?
Sometimes I wonder, and I believe,
that women should have two men in our lives.
Yeah.
One, our husband,
and the other one, our sexual partner.
What do you think?
I think I'm a faithful supporter.
What's that?
It's a way for us to be together every day.
It's beautiful.
I love having you near me.
That's why I wonder if you're as effective with others.
What do you mean?
It may sound weird,
but I'm looking for something to help me with my daughter.
Something?
Our relationship fell apart when she was a child.
She hates me.
My husband died in a terrible car crash.
Julia was with him.
She has permanent burn scars on her back.
I was emotionally distraught and I couldn't help her.
Victor was my husband's best friend,
and he took care of everything, the house, the lab, me.
And that led to... Julia and I growing apart.
She distanced herself from everyone.
I need someone to get close to her,
and that's why I'm asking you.
-Me? -Yes.
But Ana...
I don't trust anyone else.
-Ana. -She doesn't have any friends.
She doesn't experience her sexuality.
I'm just asking you to get close to her.
Sorry, Ana, but I can't.
I understand that in your frustration and desperation,
it might seem like a good idea, but believe me, it's not.
I'm just asking you to get close to her as a friend.
Besides, I'm going to pay you.
Come on, Ana.
Money has nothing to do with it.
It's not right.
It's deceitful.
No, we're not deceiving anyone.
It's just...
What's wrong with having fantasies?
Don't we need fantasies to overcome the harsh reality?
Isn't that what you do?
I do it with the other person's consent.
And in this instance, there isn't any.