Eva Lasting (La primera vez)

1976 was not over,

and we were still going to witness the kidnapping and murder

of union leader José Raquel Mercado.

The success of vallenato music in the interior of the country,

the Colombian premier of the movie Deep Throat,

Indira Gandhi's dictatorship in India,

the loss of Kid Pambelé's world title,

my newly acquired paternity,

and, above all, Eva's absence and emptiness.

- - Camilo?

What, Luisa? What?

I can't take it anymore.

The baby won't stop crying, and I don't know what to do.

I don't either. I don't know what to do either.

Don't bring him here.

Look, I have to start writing. I have to turn this in tomorrow.

I don't think that what you are trying to write

is more important than your own child.

But...

You only think about Eva, right?

Oh no. Please don't leave him here. Luisa!

Hey!

Yeah, yeah.

- - I know. I know.

- Can you shut that child up? -Yes!

- He's going to drive us crazy! -Yes, yes, yes! All right.

Come on, Luisa. Please don't leave me with him all alone.

- Camilo. -

- Camilo. - Huh?

Didn't you hear what your father said?

-What? - Son, look.

I was talking to your mother.

Do you remember that we had saved up to change the taxi?

Well, we've decided that we're going to spend that money

by going to the United States.

- Mmm. -And there, you can be reunited with Eva.

What do you think?

So you'll stop moping around like you've been for the past 15 days.

Hmm? So?

Well, I'm not hungry. I'm going to my room.

What's wrong with this moron?

Huh? He doesn't care about what I said?

Two weeks had passed since Luisa's call.

I think I'm pregnant.

I was consumed not only by the prospect of facing the responsibility of a child...

THE FIRST WOMAN CAMILO GRANADOS

...for whom I was not prepared

and the reactions of my parents and Salcedo

but, above all, what this would mean for Eva

because it was different.

The external circumstances separated us

from the ones we could always fight for,

but this was me making a fool of myself.

And through my own mistakes,

I had killed any chance with the woman I loved.

Hi, Mom.

Son. I'll warm up your lunch once I finish this paragraph.

Yeah, that's fine.

What's with the face, Camilo?

I have a problem, Mom.

Yes, I already knew that.

Do you wanna sit down and tell me about it?

Mm-hmm.

Wait a sec.

Hey there.

EVA LASTING

LETTERS TO A YOUNG POET EPISODE 01

Eva, welcome back.

-You know, this will always be your home. - Thank you.

I'm really glad you're here. Camilo was so miserable, he didn't eat.

Yeah? But he doesn't seem too thrilled to see me.

-No, yeah. Yeah, yeah. - He's excited.

It's just that I still can't believe it.

Mm-hmm. I guess it's... it's hard to believe because it's been what, 15 days?

You didn't stay long. How come?

What happened is that my father decided to negotiate with the government

and took advantage of the "sinister window..."

Mm-hmm.

...which basically is like a type of amnesty

for funds from money laundering in the marijuana business.

He had to give everything back. And in exchange, he received house arrest.

And I was able to return, and I'm living with him now.

Aw, what a lovely family. Hmm.

And you guys? Did you miss me?

-Ask this knucklehead. See what he says. -Oh yeah. Of course.

We did.

It's great that your dad settled things with the law

and that you're back.

Well, he hasn't exactly solved everything. He can't leave the house.

And keep in mind that having my dad in the house all day can be a nightmare.

Mm-hmm. Yes.

But you have your Granados to comfort you, or not?

And I'm really glad that you guys

get to be together like you wanted all along.

This guy had us fed up with all the crying over you.

-Seriously. -Hey. Come on, man.

Too bad Salcedo isn't here to celebrate 'cause we are going to celebrate, right?

You just summoned him, brother.

Salcedo! Guess who's back?

Hi, Eva.

How are you, Martín?

You're not happy to see me or what?

No, it's not that.

What is it?

This morning, my mom got a call from Popayán.

Luisa ran away from boarding school, and we don't know where the fuck she is.

Well, I do think it's tough for Martín,

but to be honest, I'm happy that Luisa ran away.

-Mm-hmm. -Too bad we're not there to support her.

Hey, where's your father?

He must be locked up in the study with the lawyers,

figuring out how to get out of the very, very serious mess he is in.

Go on.

It was a strange situation,

and I knew that sooner or later,

I would have to tell her what was happening.

I tried to hide the agony in a nervous laugh that wasn't enough.

You're silly!

Are you gonna tell me what is going on?

Why are you so sad today, hmm?

-No. -No, don't deny it.

I noticed that when Álvaro said that I was already here to comfort you,

you made a terrible face.

It was very obvious, Camilo.

It's just that...

Uh...

We need to talk, Eva.

About what?

Uh, about Luisa.

-Do you know where she is? -No.

Oh.

But...

I don't even know where to start. I...

The problem is, um...

Luisa is pregnant.

No, really.

From... from the time that...

...we were together here, and

now she's pregnant.

She called me from Popayán and told me,

and I think that's why she ran away from the boarding school.

I feel horrible telling you, but I feel that you should know, and...

well, I'm also like embarrassed.

And I am so... I'm angry. I'm angry.

I'm angry with the world, and I'm angry with myself.

Why didn't you tell me before?

Because I didn't know how to tell you all of this.

And Luisa?

I don't know. I didn't...

Well, I only talked to her once, so I don't know.

Eva, forgive me, okay? Eva, please forgive me.

Look. I swear to God, if I could turn back time,

I wouldn't have been with anyone but you, but... I swear it.

That's the least important thing right now.

What do you mean it's the least important thing? I...

Because it is.

It's just that I love you with my entire heart, okay?

No, no, no.

Right now, we have to focus on finding Luisa

because she must be going through a very hard time.

Hey.

What about us, hmm?

No, Camilo. There's no "us" anymore.

No.

No, don't say that. Don't say that.

It's very unfair that you say that because of one mistake I made,

because of one screwup.

I mean, it's entirely unfair that what you and I have should go to hell.

But it's the truth.

Here.

LETTERS TO A YOUNG POET

Read it when you get home.

I don't wanna talk anymore.

" Don't think that the great love

which was once granted to you as a kid has been lost."

"Or can you deny that vast and generous wishes

ripen in you at that time

and serves as a guide by which you are still living today?"

"I believe that that love remains strong and intense in your memory

because it was your first deep loneliness