Ema

Come in.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Are you crazy? I told you not to come to my office.

I called you 20 times.

I told you I wouldn't answer. Why did you call me?

How's my son?

He isn't your son. Not anymore.

Know what you have left? Dyed hair and a shit husband.

I'm still his mum.

No, you know what you still are? A spoiled brat.

You should've been given back.

I'm his mum...

- Not legally! - What'll happen to him?

Know what's gonna happen?

In a couple of years he'll be 12.

He'll escape from Child Protective Services and he'll rob you at gunpoint.

What are you talking about?

He'll steal your car and you'll report him...

- And he'll go to jail. - Jail? Please!

Polo won't go to jail. What are you saying?

You don't think so?

- Could you tell him that I love him, please? - No.

I'm not going to because I'm a bad liar.

Let me give you some advice...

Just stick to your fucking dancing.

Buy a doll. Dress it up.

Because what you want isn't a child.

You want a child who does nothing. Stiff as a board.

How is he? Tell me something.

I don't know, for heaven's sake!

Surely he has another mum who's better than you.

- Was he adopted by another family? - No idea.

- Is he up for adoption again? - I have to go, enough.

- Tell me, please, goddammit. - I don't know.

Marcela!

Look, listen to me.

You're young, OK?

You have your whole life ahead of you. You'll forget all this.

But don't come to my office again.

Let's finish this. The end, bye.

Do you like it?

No.

And that one?

I like her natural hair, like it was before.

Sorry, Carlos.

- I'm sorry. - It's OK. Enough apologies.

Remember when Pauli went to a concert in Playa Ancha and came back bald?

- She looked gorgeous. - Beautiful.

I have no energy, goddammit.

You can't be sad your whole life.

Things happen. It was an accident.

- No, it wasn't. - Yes, it was.

- Yes, it was. - It wasn't an accident.

It's not gonna happen again.

You have to do what lizards do.

What do lizards do when their tail is cut?

They get disoriented.

They're fucked up.

I can't, I can't do it.

- Press the button. - She's sedated.

- What is she sedated with? - Morphine.

Why would you think they're gonna give her morphine?

Then they only gave her a little,

- They should give her at least 30ml. - What do you know?

- I think they're gonna ask us to give blood. - Gross.

I can donate... one litre.

Nonsense, Ema. At best they'd let you donate half.

It's my blood. I do what I want with my blood, Mum.

You'll be fine.

You'll be fine.

One day you'll forgive us.

Forgive me. Ema. And Polo.

It feels like it's night-time and there's a fire.

Oh, yeah?

It could be a giant that stomps and makes an earthquake!

Don't stop bouncing.

3, 4, 5, 6...

7, stop.

Stretch your arms, hug yourself.

Right now. Polo is shedding tears of rage.

Because you abandoned him.

We abandoned him. It's our fault.

Yes, maybe it is.

But it's very hard.

It's so hard because it hurts a lot more.

To be abandoned by your mother.

Yes, a woman's betrayal is much harder. Yes...

By a bad woman.

By a bad mother.

No, I think...

Just when Polo was starting to trust you, you abandoned him.

We both abandoned him.

Both...

He's a child.

You loved that we all slept in the same bed so you wouldn't have to fuck me.

I would've adopted a younger boy, but...

Who was going to give you a child?

You taught him to set things on fire.

You wanted him to burn the house down.

So I'd have to... I don't know.

Give him back.

He burned your sister's face.

They thought you were infertile from getting something and not treating it.

So it's your fault, Gastón.

That we had to do all this shit and that we adopted a child with a moustache.

It's your fault that we couldn't stand him.

And it's your fault that my whole body hurts.

And that people look at us in public.

Like we suffocated a dog with a plastic bag.

Do you know why Polo loved you?

- Because he thought you were beautiful. - No.

Yes.

When we went to pick him up, he called you "beautiful."

"Hey beautiful, come here."

And you got closer.

You got in his face.

You got closer and flirted all the time. The grins, everything.

You put your tongue on his teeth.

You undressed in front of him.

That time you put your nipple in his mouth.

He was my son.

My son can suck my whole body if he wants.

No...

No, you don't do that to a child.

- You fucked up my life. - And you fucked me up.

I was a little girl and you didn't take care of me.

Infertile pig.

- Let's do it again. - The deer.

And together, legs together.

- Yes. - The deer.

Sorry to change the subject. But I don't know what to do.

Or whether to talk to the guidance counsellor or the department head.

But we need tools to explain it to the children.

What's going on with Polo Valderrama.

- With whom? - Polo Valderrama, a fourth grader.

What happened?

Child Protective Services called. They're removing Polo from school.

Child Protective Services? Why?

He's sick.

What happened?

They gave him back.

No.

- Oh, no? - No.

Then I was wrong.

I don't like to get into people's personal lives.

I'm worried about how to explain it to the children.

Because they're asking.

And...

I don't want to tell them "You know what?"

"Polo's parents don't love him anymore."

"He misbehaved, so they gave him back."

Polo's no longer an adopted child. He's an orphan again.

You know? I don't know how to explain it.

Is that true?

Yeah.

Did you give him back?

That's why he isn't here, because he isn't your son anymore.

That's what I want to explain.

What a shame.

It'd be better to say that Polo went to live with family in Santiago.

No, we can't say that.

She'll still be teaching here.

Will you keep working here, Ema?

Sure, it's my job.

I have to work, too.

But I don't know if I can keep doing it. Seeing your face everyday...

Your face... Your hair.

Are you stupid? Don't you realise what we're saying?

I think Ema should take medical leave.

- What's in it? - I don't know.

Some kind of domestic violence.

- I don't know. - You're leaving now?

- Yes, I have an audition. - What?

- OK, with a guy or a girl? - I don't know.

- I have to pay like 300 bucks. - OK, last one.

- Is there ice left? - Yeah, I'll go get it.

- Do you have to call? - Just a text.

Ema.

Mati.

Gastón.

I'm sorry, Sonia.

It must've been last week.

Tell them it was me. A performance. A...

Everyone knows it was Polo.

- What's it to you? - They're going to scream.

- Who? - All of them, the bad dancers.

We'll leave together. I'll distract them.

And you throw the cat in the street.

Our little boy, Ema...

Holy shit. What did we do?

What if we get another child?

Ema.

No, it's not my fault.

It wasn't my fault.

- We're going to be OK, right? - We're fine.

- Oh yeah? We're fine. - We're OK.

We don't need anything, people love us.

Do you know who's fine? Polo.

- He's happy. - Yeah, he is.