I Miss You (2019) Movie Script
1
("Go without hate, but never without rage.
Heal the world"... Paul Monette)
SCENE:
A curtain opens revealing
a beautiful garden
with a swimming pool in a wealthy neighborhood
in Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia.
The morning light enters
through a large window.
A MAN stands in front of a suitcase
and a red backpack.
He is elegantly dressed in a suit and tile.
I asked you to please delete all
our pictures from your Instagram.
You don't need to say anything,
just delete them.
Hope you're ok.
Please... there is nothing to talk about.
I sent you an e-mail. I wrote everything
I had to tell you to make peace.
I won't write you ever again. I promise.
I just read it.
You made me cry.
Tu me manques.
Hello? I was just thinking about you...
Can you hear me handsome?
Hello.
I clicked on it by mistake...
I was reading... hello?
Can you see me? You have to
click on the little camera icon.
Just a second, I'm putting on headphones.
Ah! There we go.
Hello.
Can you see me?
Yes, now I can.
I thought it was a chat.
I'm Gabriel's father.
I know who you are, sir.
- Where is Gabriel?
- Are you...
Oh well... I don't know.
I'm his ex boyfriend. We were dating but...
Listen, I'll be brief.
It wasn't my intention to call.
Nor do I care to get to know you
I saw you tried to contact
Gabriel several times.
The only thing I want from you, after
what happened, is to stay away.
I don't want to see you again, I don't want
you to contact anyone in my family.
Don't even think of asking about Gabriel.
You've caused enough pain to
him and our family already.
And listen to me because I'm not
playing games, you piece of shit.
If I ever see you close to anyone
in my family, I swear I'll kill you.
Is that all?
I don't have anything else to say.
I'm closing his account on
Facebook as soon as I hang up...
Excuse me sir, with all due respect,
I would like to clarify a few things
that you apparently don't know or don't
want to know. Your son is a grown man...
I'm not interested in your opinion!
I don't care how your parents
raised you. I'm just warning you.
I don't believe you sir. If you contacted me,
it was for a reason so please let me finish, OK?
You think I was born yesterday?
I know your kind.
With all due respect, sir.
You have no fucking clue who your son is.
Who the hell do you think you are?
What do you know about me and my family?
You have no fucking clue
of what's at stake here.
The name of a family, the firm, the bank...
You don't care about anything.
And put on a T-shirt, goddamn it!
I don't need to see your tits.
Shame! You should be ashamed! We
don't have people like that in my family.
Sir, what do you want from me? An apology?
You still have time to change,
to let Gabriel know that you love him.
Where is he now?
What the fuck are you talking about?
How can you be so malicious?
You know what sir? I've had enough.
Go talk to your son and leave me alone!
If your son is as brave as you say, he
should be the one telling me all of this.
I don't owe you anything.
Gabriel is dead!
Dead!
He died two weeks ago.
Hey, this is Gabriel, leave your message.
You didn't know...
I thought you knew.
We got his backpack and his suitcase first.
We haven't even opened it yet.
His body arrived several days later.
I went to see him.
I didn't want anyone else
to see him like that.
What happened?
I don't know...
I don't even know what day it is today.
Today I went to his room for the
first time to search for answers.
I saw the last conversation
he had with you on facebook.
You brainwashed him,
you filled his head with lies.
You killed him. You made him hate his
family and left him confused and alone.
He asked you a million times
to leave him alone.
I saw the messages.
But you kept harassing him.
What does tu me manques mean?
You wrote that to him several times.
What the fuck did you do to him?
If you had kids of your own, you'd
know what a father is capable of.
Disappear forever.
You don't have the right
to be part of his death.
Sir..
I'll do what you're asking.
But you should know that even
if I'm not part of his death.
I was the most important part of his life.
Shame on your family!
Shame on you for losing
a son you never knew!
(I Miss You)
Hi this is Gabriel, leave your message.
Hi this is Gabriel, leave your message.
Leave your message.
This is Gabriel...
Hey, this is Gabriel.
Leave your message.
Do you know what happened?
Did you talk to someone in Bolivia?
No. His friends blocked me on Facebook.
I think they blame me.
The ones who knew he was gay...
They live double lives and were
opposed to us being out.
They said I was exposing them.
That's absurd.
That's Bolivia.
And most of South America too.
His dad said they asked
him to identify the body.
And of course nobody says anything about
suicide. They say it was an accident.
Maybe it was...
No.
I spoke to him days before
his flight to Bolivia.
He had just came out to his sister.
He came out of the closet to her.
Something must have happened.
Maybe I pressured him too much?
I won't allow you to say that.
You didn't do anything but love him.
When you feel better,
write him a love letter.
Write about all of what you're telling me.
Say the things you've
never had the time to say.
I try to cling to every memory of
him, every detail.
Our last morning together, our
fights, the trip to the airport...
The memories keep on changing
as if my brain was making it all up
and I'm afraid of forgetting his face.
Then turn all this pain and
anger into something good.
Something positive and strong.
Something useful
so this won't happen again.
Hey, this is Adnan.
I'm here for the interview.
Wow.
It looks just like I imagined it.
You didn't fix the buzzer yet.
Yeah, it buzzes but it
doesn't open the door.
I have to go down every time to open.
Did you make the play?
Of course.
But if you don't mind, I'd love
to go a little further back.
Something tells me there's a
greater story behind the story.
Every sinner has a future
and every saint has a past, right?
Take a seat.
Do you mind if I?
Oh, not at all.
Please.
Do you want some water, coffee?
Water would be great.
- Water?
- Thanks.
You're welcome.
I haven't finished yet but it's
really good! I like the idea but...
I think it will be impossible to finance it.
You know that's a sensitive subject here...
one second Sebas.
Marta in five minutes I need you in the
studio for a quick chat before we go live.
It would be impossible to
get a sponsor Sebastian...
How about public funds for culture?
We can apply to...
That's even harder, there's too much
bureaucracy. Listen, to be honest
I have too much work
and my wife is pregnant,
I don't think I'll be able to...
Please, read the script and then
we talk. I'll deal with the bureaucracy.
I just quit my job, this is all I've got.
I don't think I was clear enough.
It's very hard to talk about these
things here. It's still taboo.
They'll hang us by the balls, brother!
It's that simple.
I don't care. This is not just a
play, It's way beyond that.
We can change things. It happened to
me, it happens to many others.
We can't afford to be afraid.
You have no experience doing
theater, that'll be a problem!
I'll surround myself with the best
choreographers and theater experts.
I have some people in mind.
And ten actors? You will never find ten male
actors in this city willing to play a gay role.
Really? Forget that. Make it 20!
Sebas don't be like that,
you're not listening...
I'll make you a deal. If I find
30 actors, you produce this play!
Please say your name,
your age and why you're doing this.
My name is Manuel, I'm 17.
My name is Ricardo,
I study commercial engineering.
I used to force myself to
masturbate with pictures of women.
I would find a magazine and look for the girl
with the biggest breasts.
Once I finished, I'd start to feel guilty.
After ejaculating I started to cry.
I am trans and I personally
believe I've been very lucky.
Because I know not all stories
are as beautiful as mine.
I used to be skinny,
people bullied me when I was younger.
So I started going to the gym to look like
the biggest soap opera actors I saw on TV.
He once told me
he'd rather have an addict as a son...
than a faggot.
Gay guys don't know how to
relate to other gay guys.
At first they will look for you.
They find you attractive and get obsessed.
Then you have sex and...
Boom, they freak out.
They leave and distance themselves.
They will even hurt you
so that you'll step away.
And leave without a trace.
My family doesn't accept me.
I try to make them understand
I'm the same person.
The same son
who fights for his dreams and wants
to make them happy and proud.
I understand they might be
ignorant on this subject...
and one of the reasons why I
distance myself from them...
It's not so I can be happy...
But so they won't suffer even more.
That was last year though.
Can we go further back?
You know?
Oh,
you mean, you mean him.
(New York, United States. 2014)
Men's wear is downstairs.
Let me know if you need any
help trying anything on.
Hi.
Hi.
I'm looking for a black shirt.
Ah yes, this way, please.
Thank you.
I have this job interview
and they told me to wear all black.
Oh cool, I do catering as well.
Oh yeah, it's for catering.
Oh cool, where?
It's called elite something.
I don't remember.
You're a medium?
- Small.
- Small, there you go.
Do you want to try it on here?
You have a mirror there?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's my first time doing catering.
You have an accent.
Where are you from?
Guess.
I don't know, give me a hint of something.
Well, most American think
it's in Africa, but no it's not.
Bolivia, yeah.
What'd you say?
Ya.
Sorry, it's a silly thing we do.
That's my country, I'm from Bolivia.
I'm from Bolivia, too.
Get the fuck out, really?
- Where are you from?
- I'm from Cochabamba.
I'm from Santa Cruz. I came here to study.
What the hell is going on?
Sebas, get back to work.
Why is everyone screaming?
Do you have shoes?
Uh... these ones?
No wait... Here.
What shoe size are you?
- Ten and a half.
- Try mine.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, no worries.
Sorry if they smell a bit.
The shoes are a bit big
but the shirt is perfect.
Are you ok?
Yes... I'm sure you'll get the job.
I hope so.
Besides you're very handsome.
Besides you are very handsome.
Thank you!
You can pay it upstairs.
Nice meeting you.
My shirt...
Oh, right. Here it is.
Well, thank you.
Bye, take care.
Hey, do you have plans for tomorrow?
Ah... no plans.
I'm going to a friend's rooftop
party, would you like to come?
Sure, but... I'm not gay.
Pff, obviously. Me neither...
Actually I am but don't worry.
Well, I'm Gabriel.
Sebastian, my pleasure. My friends
call me Sebas like the fish.
Ok, thank you!
Of course, have a good one.
Sir, I'm calling the police.
The embassy knows about your treath.
Excuse me I need to talk to you.
Move your hand or I'll hurt you. Alonso!!!
No, please.
I'm not afraid of you.
I came here to talk.
I just want to talk.
Listen to me!
I know you can hear me...
I've lost my only son a month ago.
I don't know what happened.
It doesn't make sense.
And you know things that I need to know.
I'm calling the police!
Fuck!
You said I didn't know my son!
I haven't slept in weeks
thinking about that.
I came for my son... I cannot go on one
more day without knowing what I missed.
How dare you say I don't know my son...?
He's my son!
I taught him to walk, to tie his shoelaces,
to ride his bike, I taught him to speak.
Of course I know him, he's my son.
He came from me!
And I gave him my life!
Tell me. What the fuck
don't I know about my son?
I want the truth.
He had a girlfriend before you.
You are all lucky. Lucky!
I didn't have the opportunity
to do what I wanted.
My dad... He would have kicked my ass.
Your generation grew up
with too much freedom.
At your age I already had two kids.
Responsibilities!
What have you done with your life?
What the fuck do you know about life?
That's what you want?
See me scared, weak, a faggot?
Go ahead, hit me!
Destroy my face like you did
with your son's life.
Do you think I'm scared?
But doing this won't bring your
son back or change who he was.
Go on. Be the man you
wanted your son to be.
I'm not here to fight.
You all want me to be a monster!
Well, I'm not one!
I'm not one!
I took him to the doctor
to get his glasses.
Glaucoma said the doctor.
They would bully him in school.
That's why I took him to karate lessons.
That's why I wanted him
to do military service.
This world is made for the strong ones.
I had to make him a man.
What is happening?
That's where you're wrong.
Being a man means to be honest.
To be in control of your time,
your decisions and your life.
Being a man is having the bravery
to be whoever you want to be.
Did you know he had a
phoenix tattoo in his body?
He got it done in a place
where you'd never see it.
We are professionals at hiding,
disguising who we are.
Emotional contortionists.
Until we say: enough'.
And stop being afraid and feeling ashamed.
You want the truth?
Your son was afraid of you.
That's the truth.
Oso!
I don't know him.
Sir?
Sir?
Are you all right?
Oso, I don't know him.
I don't him, Oso.
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Fuck.
I'm leavin' on a thing
Love is when you have seen it all,
you've seen the good, you've seen the bad,
and you stay nonetheless.
Love is mortality.
It's stretching every memory.
You know the love will save us all?
Do you remember the religious solution
to the problem of death?
That's why he came back from the dead.
It's not a literal.
It's a metaphor for love.
Who talks like that?
Sorry.
He reads a lot of books.
I like that, I like books.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Sebas tells me you like to draw.
Yeah, sometimes when I'm bored.
I paint too.
Julie, did you know that
he likes to paint too?
You should take him to your museum.
He's not gay, leave him a home.
- He's not gay?
- No.
My bad.
Wait, you never even
made a with another man?
No.
All right.
And I'm not coming for ya,
but I got my own theory about the types
of phases of the gay man from one to seven.
You want to know? Get excited.
Well, number one, I am not gay.
The closeted homosexual.
This is the most common one.
This phase usually has two variations.
The suicidal and the homophobe.
Super sad.
Two,
I'm straight but most
of my friends are gay.
The straight ally who
can't find a girlfriend
shares that grief with
his outcast, gay friends.
Three, guys I'm in love with a lesbian.
Sure you are.
That way you experienced
homosexuality bicuriously
while reinforcing your heterosexuality
to the world and yourself.
Four, the infamous bisexual.
Usually flirts with both men and women,
but mostly has sex with women,
feeds off the straight fantasy
and mostly plays with passive
gay men who fall for him.
Do not confuse with the
neo-heteroflexible man.
That is a whole other species
I just won't get into now.
What are we on, four or five?
Don't do that.
Five, five, five.
- Oscar.
- Shh, five.
I'm gay, but I have never
been with another man.
Thrives on self-pity, never finding the right
man to avoid confronting his sexuality.
Six,
- Well I'm gay.
- How many are there?
I mean, I told you seven.
- Okay.
- Now listen.
Six, I'm gay but I keep
falling for straight men.
Feeds off men in stages
two, three, and four.
He is either the flamboyant
murderer or the bitchy queen.
Don't touch me.
And is convinced all
men are potentially gay.
Which is a little true.
Give him some space.
All right, and finally,
seven, girl it's the land of the unicorns.
I am an openly gay man in a healthy
relationship with another openly gay man.
And I am only attracted to
other homosexual men on stage seven.
Girl, it's no fear, it's no shame.
It's true motherfucking intimacy.
Like seven men.
Bitch, you a six.
You're a bitch.
You know, I understand the
decision to use the 30 actors
and it's beautiful,
but.
I still don't understand
why the three Gabriels?
I haven't told anyone this.
I could come up with a bunch
of intellectual, artistic reasons.
But the truth is I realized
that if I picked one actor,
he would replace the memory
of the real Gabriel forever
and I refused to let that happen.
I had to keep him alive.
I want to fuck you.
There's people around.
I don't care.
He was used to waking
up at 7am every morning.
I usually slept longer.
But he was very strict
with his schedule and diet.
He would prepare 12 eggs, no yolk, a slice
of toast and protein.
Or just oatmeal.
And then he'd wake me up
with a kiss or a Shakira song.
He loved Shakira.
I was never able to say
no to breakfast with him.
I was in charge of coffee,
in a French press.
Afterwards he sat and studied English
or read a book with a dictionary,
he would take notes
In his desk, over there.
Once I gave him The Great Gatsby.
He would love to read it.
Sorry, Julien, that line was true.
This place is played with hipsters.
Oh, how you feeling today, sir?
Did you sleep all right?
I brought you some camomile tea.
Do you speak English?
Fucked up.
I understand.
Speaking, poco.
I take medication every
morning for my blood pressure.
And yesterday with the
flight and everything else.
I forgot to take it, what happened?
I figured that, and I gave you something.
Your blood pressure was through the roof.
Well, sir, I have to admit
I did drug you a little.
A lot.
What?
I had to do something when
I figured out what to do.
Sorry.
Hi, my love.
Sorry, I was in the shower.
Uh... yes, the hotel is fine.
Yes, I know. I'm sorry.
My battery was dead.
I think I'll have to stay a
few more days in Washington.
Have you talked to your mom?
Well, if she calls tell her that...
I am not asking you to take any sides.
You know what?
It's better if you don't say anything.
Alright? Nothing.
Good.
I'll call you later today.
I can't talk now but don't worry.
I love you.
We need to find you a hotel.
- We have a cast.
- It's an army.
- Twenty nine.
- We need one more.
He seemed fine.
His mother used to talk to him every week.
She said she didn't like
his new friends in New York.
A dangerous city filled
with lost souls', she said.
I told her I'd help him with his
career, to get his head straight.
It's hard to find a job in the U.S.
He told us he wanted to visit his
sister in Miami before coming back.
Gabriel got along incredibly
well with his niece.
We thought it would do him good
Family always helps you to keep
a clear mind. It grounds you.
It was a month ago...
He should have returned a month ago.
He checked in...
He said goodbye to his sister...
Nothing unusual.
But he never got on the plane.
He escaped the airport, at least
that's what they said.
Climbed a tall building...
and jumped.
How could he?
Why?
We took him to a psychologist
a couple of times but...
he didn't want to go back.
He said he was cured.
What other option did he have?
- You forced him to lie. Your wife...
- No, my wife... is sick.
Yes, she told him she had cancer
and that it was God's punishment...
We thought it was cancer, thank God
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Who does that to their son?
He also told her that.
The thing is that
She is very devoted to God.
And she told him he had to choose
between God and his deviation.
She also spoke to our priest...
and he said that God
forgives those who repent.
Your wife made him choose between God's
love and embracing his sexual being.
Which means to live alone forever,
without the chance to fall in love
or share intimacy with another person,
experience tenderness, compassion.
You were asking your son
to hate his own sexuality,
you were teaching him to hate himself.
And what was I supposed to do?
What was I supposed to do?
Tell him everything was fine?
That everything would be alright?
You know perfectly well
the country we live in.
The shitty mentality...
You were willing to sacrifice your
son's happiness for fear of the society?
What kind of coward are
I'm not a coward!
I'm here.
Then what are you afraid of?
God.
God!
Anyone with a Christian conscience believes in
what's in the Bible. I believe in God's word.
It says that what you
people do is an abomination.
The Bible also says that slavery
is a natural condition...
Did you know that in the same page
in Leviticus you're quoting
the Bible also condemns tattoos, shellfish,
haircuts, polyester, and football?
I mean, polyester I understand.
But the rest of that shit is fucked up.
When I was raised, it wasn't an option.
Its not an option sir, I swear.
No one chooses to be this way.
We are all born helpless
and hungry for love.
We need someone to take care of us.
And the only ones capable of giving us
that love and protection are our parents.
It's not all my fault.
It's not all my fault!
My wife blames me too.
She says I wasn't strict enough with him.
She won't even talk to me.
If you want to get to know your son,
you should meet his friends,
Those dangerous psychopaths your
wife is so afraid of. Just for a few days.
You owe it to him.
After that you can judge us all you want.
C'mon guys. Let's get into pairs.
I'm going to ask you to hug your partner.
Feel their breathing and their heartbeat.
Now close your eyes and relax.
I want you to think about
someone you love dearly.
It can be a boyfriend, a girlfriend...
A father, a mother... a friend...
Now communicate with that
person through your breathing.
Communicate through your heartbeats.
I want you to tell them
what they mean to you.
Thank them for everything
they brought into your life.
If an image, a memory or an
emotion comes up, follow it.
Are you hungry?
I make the best oatmeal.
Well, it is what it is.
Hello handsome. Papi churro'
I'm going to make something.
What's the difference between
across from and in front of?
Across from, in front of.
Perspective
Seb, in English please.
I need to practice.
You are across from me
and I am in front of you.
My wife mentions some passages
from the Bible...
I don't remember now.
It's in the New Testament.
Yes... Romans, Corinthians and Timothy.
They were letters written by Paul.
All three of them.
Here it is.
Wonderful, don't you think?
My son painted this?
Yes.
Paul talks about the sanctity of marriage
often in his writing,
and yet he never got married.
Paul lived a celibate life.
That explains a lot why
he says what he says.
Now, in Corinthians, it's the same author
speaking to a different audience.
He's writing to the Corinthians because
they are struggling with sexual temptation.
He's trying to explain that love
is something more than sexual.
So his intention is clear, he's trying
to talk about sexual moderation.
But if you notice, Paul is fired up again.
Four of the five things he mentions
are against homosexuality.
I genuinely believe he's covering a lot
of guilt and shame with these letters.
Do you think he was
A homosexual? Who knows
Perhaps.
I can assure you one thing.
He was a human being.
A man
Full of desires, like any other.
Paul doesn't want Timothy
to struggle like he does.
Why doesn't anybody know this, father?
Because people believe in
what they want to believe.
We don't see the world as it
is, we see the world as we are.
In Romans, Paul is describing to the
church in Rome, the formation of the world.
And sex as a gift from God was perverted.
To be more than an act
between a man and a woman.
And in Paul's mind,
this is something that angers God.
I find it incredibly interesting.
He speaks so surely about
something Jesus never mentioned.
Never.
It seems like something personal.
Did your love your son?
More than anything in the world.
Hell is believed to be the absence of love.
Your son was loved.
And he also loved.
He liked to eat six to seven times a day.
His diet was sacred for him.
But he loved Asian food, sushi, and
especially anything sweet and sour.
I love sweet and sour.
He learned how to use chopsticks here.
He used to order the pineapple shrimp.
He loved seafood.
I love seafood.
Gabriel worked here for a while
before he started doing catering.
I think some of his
friends still work here.
My dad thinks everyone
should behave like him.
If he wakes up at 6am,
everyone should be up at that time
or else they are lazy bums.
If he decides he's going to eat chicken,
everyone has to eat chicken.
Just follow my lead
Oh ma gurd,
you won't believe who
came into the store today.
Do you remember that hot
guy that I used to date?
But he was like more like a fuck buddy.
Okay, we fucked twice.
Three times.
Actually, is it sex if you don't come?
Shh.
Anyway, he waltzes in, baby on one side,
the wife on the other.
She asks for a size four, I
was like do you mean eight?
And she was like, well, six.
And I was like, tell you what,
I'll bring out a 10 and
we'll take it from there.
Okay, honey?
I can't anymore.
I don't know where people
get these expectations from.
Oh, he was so hot.
Do you remember?
And that little baby girl
or boy, I don't know,
fuck it, who cares?
If he knew what his daddy was
doing last week?
Oh my God, I don't wanna talk about it.
There's another person here.
Who is that?
Is this your father?
No, no, no, no.
He's a friend from Bolivia.
Ah, sugar daddy.
Well, you're not wasting time.
He's not my sugar daddy.
He just came out of the closet.
Yes, he's new at this.
Okay.
Well, it's better late than never, y'know?
I'm TJ, short for Taylor John.
Although there's nothing short about TJ,
if you know what I mean?
I'm just kidding, it's average
Jorge.
He's never told anyone.
You know, I believe it's
still very difficult
and we're thinking that you could help us.
What is it with you people in
that backwards country of yours?
Even the caveman were
fuckin' back in the day.
But you would know all about that.
Wait, how old are you?
You know what, nevermind.
Don't tell me.
It's better keep 'em guessing.
You know what I mean?
And what a great time to do that.
This is so exciting.
O to the M to the G, what is that?
My old cellphone.
Oh, it's his old cell phone.
Yeah, this has buttons.
Olivia Newton John,
if you wanna do this,
you're gonna have to get
a phone from this century.
Good evening, beauties.
My name is Colby, I will be your server.
Can I get you guys something to start off?
Water for the table is fine.
Just water for the table is good.
Water, what are we, fish?
Colby?
Hi.
I need something vodka, something tequila,
just something that will
make everybody pretty again.
We do a killer watermelon margarita.
Twist my arm, why won't you?
What's up?
Oh, right.
Let's start with the basics.
What's your type?
Intelligent,
- dedication.
- Oh Jesus.
You're gonna make this so difficult.
Listen to me.
This is New York, okay?
I can get you dick.
Does he have a boyfriend?
Do you have a boyfriend?
Do I?
Oh my God, ears burning.
No, no, no, no.
Boyfriends are like toys and toys break.
No, never had a boyfriend.
You dismiss them too quickly.
Listen, baby girl.
Unless it's the last
season of the Golden Girls,
I ain't watching a show twice.
Oh, come on TJ.
It's not that difficult.
Look at me, I wasn't looking and...
Yeah, and we all know
how that turned out.
Sorry, I didn't mean that.
Did he know Gabriel, from Bolivia?
Wait, you know Gabe?
Did you guys find out what happened?
You know, I hear you talking about him.
About the things he said and did
But I can't picture my son.
All I can picture is a version
of him that I don't recognize.
My father knows I'm gay and everything.
But I noticed he got really nervous when I
brought a boyfriend who was taller or older.
But he was the nicest when my boyfriend
was shorter or younger than me.
He thought that if I was taller,
I was the man in the relationship.
That was fascinating to me.
You're seeing your son through your own
idea of him, through your own experience.
Only when you let go of those ideas,
you'll see your son for the first time.
I'm exhausted.
Can we continue tomorrow?
Sure. You know how to get to your hotel?
Yes.
I saw the last conversation
he had with you.
Was Gabriel a seven?
- You got it?
- Yep.
Almost there.
What side is the right one?
I don't understand how you can be
afraid of holding hands with a man.
And yet singing Shakira out
loud doesn't embarrass you.
Is this gay? What's gay about it?
Is this gay?
Is this gay?
Is this gay?
Oh my god.
Is this gay?
Is this gay?
Close your eyes.
My eyes.
Give me your hand. Keep your eyes shut.
And
Open them.
A little heart?
This is Bolivian rosewood, the
most resistant wood in the world.
No matter what happens, how
old we are and even after we die...
As long as you have it,
my heart will be yours.
Thank you.
I'm going to play a song.
I've been loving you
since mid-September
Stormy weather, feels forever ago
Way too low and it was hard to breathe
Love is quick, but
love can set you free
And our hearts were beating fast
What happened?
Face it, this too shall pass
But some things good can last
If we're going to each other
So take your time
We've got a lifetime to try
I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
You want the sun, the moon, the stars
To know the answers to my heart
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
You're my sun, the moon, the stars
You are the answer to my heart
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh
All the stars and all the moons
And all the hearts and all the souls
And all the hearts
Are you ok?
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh
Gay men didn't want to
have sex with condoms here
because it implies that
they are promiscuous,
and that means you're a faggot.
Listen, I don't want, I
didn't want to be gay either,
and I understand those guys.
And I mean, I felt guilty.
I just wanted to be normal.
I hated having sex.
And then I would go out
and do it compulsively
and it just created this vicious cycle.
I created the life I was most afraid of.
Pardon me, pardon the question,
but do you regret that, that mistake?
We make mistakes every second of our lives,
mostly out of fear and ignorance.
I've learned to forgive
myself for those mistakes.
And now the only thing I regret
is not telling myself it was okay
to be gay sooner.
I'm sorry, I didn't meant to.
No, it's fine.
I don't have any shame.
You know, it's good to be
able to discuss it openly.
We need to stop hiding.
You're not doing yourself
or anyone else any favors?
Thank you so much, Chase.
Thank you.
It's okay to be terrified, okay?
Just take a deep breath.
You've been waiting your
whole life for this.
And if you need me, I got you, okay?
Right here.
Did you come often with Gabriel here?
Not much really.
He didn't like drag queens.
What?
I don't like drag queens!
Why not?
I don't know.
I don't understand it.
I like masculine men, not men
who want to be women.
I don't get it.
Maybe you feel uncomfortable because
you're insecure about your own masculinity.
Why do you say that?
Do you think I'm effeminate? Can you tell?
No, all I'm saying is that
repressed homophobia is very common.
I'm not repressing anything.
Then relax and enjoy.
You're not John Wayne.
Who?
Bitches
Bitch
Bitch
Bitches
Sebastian the towers are here.
Perfect, please tell Gabriels
2 and 3 to get ready.
Perfect, the internet is running fine...
We had a Skype call with NY yesterday.
Let's hope the internet doesn't
collapse with all the people here.
By the way, the theater asked for an advance
payment to let us come in and set it up.
What? That's not what we agreed.
I just paid it from my pocket.
We'll figure it out but at this point
we have no sponsors, not a single one.
And the Secretary of Culture?
They called me last minute
and pulled out the funds.
Culture is not a priority here...
And I need to send posters, tickets
and invites to print today
or there will be no press.
Let's charge double!
What?
That'd be suicide! Nobody goes to the
theater let alone if we charge more.
They will come.
Oh, thank you.
Hey, gorgeous.
I thought you had left.
You have to understand that
all this is very hard for me.
Thanks for doing this.
You know... Gabriel spoke often about you.
That you used to sing him Frank Sinatra
songs when he was little...
Elvis Presley.
Did he remember?
Yes.
I'm hungry... Is there anything close by?
I'm fighting
With your memory
How can you guys do this?
It's exhausting.
So many rules and categories...
I feel like I'm constantly being tested.
I think he said something about like
he doesn't understandhow we do it
'cause of all the categories or something.
You'll get used to it.
It's normal in the beginning.
I'm kind of jealous.
I wish it was my first
gay night experience.
I was invisible at that bar,
nobody even looked at me.
That's real sweet.
Nobody talks in a bar nowadays,
you know what I mean?
It's like what Grindr was invented for.
Grindr, Scrubs, Tinder, OKCupid,
whatever works for you, mama.
What's that?
How has he not?
Oh my God, the fun never ends.
Okay, it's this amazing technology
that allows you to connect with
other men through their GPS
and have like a plethora of sexual options
at the tip of your finger.
Now, you gotta be real specific
with your filter options,
otherwise, look,
like this for example,
that's a fake profile.
Something real up close
like that means he's fat.
No offense.
No face means he's married.
And my favorite, a wide
shot with like a landscape
means he's ugly and a douchebag.
Now, you like somebody, you write to them,
and if somebody likes you.
Ta-da.
Oh, oh Jesus.
All right, give me your phone.
Wait, is this you?
Upgrade.
She listens.
Okay.
Wait, hello Fernando.
You have SCRUFF already.
Who is Fernando from Miami?
And you've got quite a little...
slut.
It's a borrowed phone.
Am I having a stroke?
Were you in Miami last month?
It's Gabriel's phone.
Excuse me, ladies.
I'm being requested.
Bitch, you all right?
We'll take him home.
No worries.
You know what?
I thought I could walk away
and keep it to myself but that's not right.
Ever since your son entered
my life I had to lie...
for him, for us because this is
what you people do in Bolivia.
You force your children to
lie from early on because.
You need to lie to survive in that country.
It gets to a point where you believe
in all those lies and that's death!
You know who this is?
This is Gabriel's father.
He showed up at my door a few days ago
looking for answers and I
put on yet another show.
But it's over.
Go home.
You got what you wanted.
Don't fucking touch me.
I'm not done.
You wanted the truth?
You wanted answers?
Your son was a professional liar.
His ex-boyfriend cheated on him with
everyone and he learned it from him.
No wonder he didn't believe in love.
They're so afraid of not finding love
that everything is reduced to sex.
But sex doesn't fill the void left by fear.
And you guys?
What the fuck?
We all lost a friend recently.
You just move on.
I can't move on.
Let's just go home.
I'm sorry, what the fuck just happened?
Mom, he's my roommate.
He has a boyfriend, I already told you.
What photo?
No! What...?
What did you see?
What will I do over there?
Ma, I told you. That has nothing
to do with... Mom?
Why do you have to post
everything on Facebook?
I asked to keep us discreet.
Why do you need everyone to know?
What happened?
What happened? That she talked to my dad
and wants me to return to Bolivia. Now.
Did you agree?
Can't you understand my
family is not like yours?
There is no arguing with my father!
Calm down. Let's think this through.
I think it's better if we end this.
It's better that we end this.
Don't touch me!
I think it's best that we break up.
What?
We can be roommates until my family
calms down. But nothing more.
Do you think this is going to solve anything?
This is one shitty deal.
They're manipulating you.
I've got no other choice.
They think that I'm the one to blame
because you keep denying it.
Life is finally giving you a chance to be
honest. To tell them the truth.
Tell them you have a man you love, who
loves you back. That you're happy and safe.
You'll never tell them, will you?
Tell them to come here and meet
me. They should see us together.
My mother has cancer.
They just discovered a tumor.
They're still not sure, but she says
it's a punishment from God.
For failing as a mother.
And I don't plan on living with that.
My father would kill you if he...
All right, calm down.
As long as you're here with
me your mother won't listen.
I think your best option is to go
visit your sister. Tell her the truth.
I'll help you.
If you want, I can talk with her.
I'll wait for you for as long as it takes.
You have my support and my love.
We can talk on the phone, whatever you need.
You're not alone in this.
We're in this together, remember?
You know what, maybe I'll marry a woman
instead and live a normal life.
I've always wanted to be a father afterall.
This is unfair, Gabriel. Fucking hell.
I need to be alone for a bit.
Wow.
So beautiful, too.
Did you know Gabriel from Bolivia?
Yeah.
He was so talented.
He used to come here
and we'd talk for hours
about his fears, and you know impressionism.
I actually gave him classes.
I introduced him to Maravich,
Derek Jarman, Caravaggio,
Egon Schiele, Pina Bausch.
You never,
never ask your father for help?
Oh, no.
I never met my father
and my mom had enough on
her plate being a single parent.
And it wasn't really her fault, you know?
And I wasn't even thinking about her.
It was, I was the problem.
I was not accepting myself.
But now you do, huh?
And now I do.
Yes.
- Thank you.
- That's okay.
Do you want some tea?
Yes, please.
Yes.
Are you OK?
Yes, I'm fine, yes.
Look.
He's beautiful.
I used to kiss him goodnight every night.
And one day he must have been eight...
He asked me to stop.
I'm guessing he was embarrassed.
He was like a little man...
So fixed in his ways.
I'm leaving tomorrow
and I feel that I've failed.
That depends.
Why did you come here?
I don't know.
I came to take back my son.
I don't know, it feels so strange.
As if I was missing something
You know, in French they don't say
"I miss you". They say Tu me manques.
I miss you in me.
As if an essential part of the
other is absent in you.
Tu me manques.
I prefer that. It's like you're missing
an organ, a limb, or your own blood.
How curious, I had this same
conversation with your son.
Were you friends with him?
They came to me when your wife
asked him to return to Bolivia.
I said: tell them the truth! The truth
shall set you free!, says the bible.
And sex is part of or existence.
He was afraid you wouldn't accept it.
But I told him: never say: from this water
I won't drink, this priest is not my father
and this dick won't fit'.
He laughed and laughed with
that... beautiful laughter of his.
Speak to him. Tell him that you love him.
I think it's best that you erase
all of our Instagram photos.
Just in case.
Are you deleting me from Facebook too?
My mom has several Facebook accounts.
She's always checking up on me.
We can make fake profiles
our names can be coded. Please.
So we can stay in touch in case
something happens.
Maybe.
We're all looking for our place in
the world and your son found it here.
Come in, come in.
I'll bring you a glass of water.
You have a daughter?
Yes.
My daughter was born a boy.
Luckily I found that out in time
so that I could help her.
But she died too soon from
lupus. She was twenty-two.
Sit down, please.
My daughter was passionate about
theater and dance.
She dreamed about coming to Broadway.
That's why after she died I decided
to live here in New York.
I feel closer to her here.
That's when I met Alonso and Sebastian.
I adopted them. My boys...
You know, my daughter really
liked "Life is a Dream"
and she said I was her Rosaura because
I helped to free her from her prison.
That way, when I arrived here
and people asked.
"What's your name?
"I said "Rosaura"
without hesitation.
And so I became Rosaura.
"I dream that I am here
by these goals burdened.
And I dreamed that in another condition
happier I saw myself.
What is life?
A frenzy.
What is life?
An illusion,
a shadow, a fiction.
And the greatest good puny is;
for life entire is a dream,
and the dreams...
nothing but dreams are.
Your son came out of the closet and told
your daughter before leaving for Miami.
Did you know?
No.
He recorded the entire conversation and
sent it to Sebas. Poor boy was devastated.
But, I didn't find anything.
He probably deleted it.
But Sebas sent me a copy.
Could I listen to it?
Yes. Just please don't tell Sebastian, eh?
He would feel betrayed.
No, of course. Thank you very much.
You're welcome.
Let's see, try on this Jacket.
I want to see how it fits you.
Come on.
I made it myself.
Of all human emotions, hope is the
only one that doesn't belong to us.
It springs from life itself.
It's life fighting back.
But look how dashing you look!
It fits you perfectly.
I feel very strange.
Don't worry, you'll be fine.
Hey guys, I'd like to introduce you
to Daniel, a new member of our cast.
Hello!
Welcome Daniel.
He'll be in the back.
Manuel, you can come forward and
you can go over there with Alejandro.
Please show him the choreography.
You're over here...
Edu!
Come here, please.
We're missing Pipo.
What happened?
Someone hit him.
They found out in his neighborhood
that he's in the play.
Where's he now?
He's at home, he's embarrassed.
Brenda, please go get Pipo and take him to the
emergency room. Call me when you're there.
Where's Rodrigo?
There's something else I have to tell you.
What?
His wife is having the baby today.
Are you kidding?
Today.
Sebas one more thing.
The gay members of the cast decided to
come out after the premiere tonight.
- They are very nervous.
- How many?
I don't know, more than half.
- Give them a word.
- Ok, thanks.
Sit Down.
Why?
Just sit down.
I'd rather stay standing.
Are you in a hurry?
No, why?
Okay.
I don't know what to
say or where to begin.
I'm just going to speak
and hope it flows well.
I wanted to thank you for being so
supportive and for having me here.
Sorry. I'm a little nervous.
Don't worry, just let it all out.
You're my big sister
and I love you very much.
Of course. We're family.
Yes. We're family.
It's just that...
I'm drowning.
Well, just take one step at a time.
Take deep breaths and...
It's tough.
Don't be afraid. I'm fine
and I'm happy to be here.
I love my niece and the next one
is on the way.
I've wanted to tell you this for a while.
I just couldn't figure out when or where.
Maybe this isn't the best moment,
but I can't take this anymore.
I imagine
you've noticed something... about me.
No.
Oh, I don't know.
I don't even know where to start.
You probably already noticed, but
I never had the courage to tell you.
But I have to do it.
Because otherwise the days fly by
and I keep on drowning, you know?
And I want you to be the first one
in the family to know.
Well, whatever it is I'll support you.
Really?
It's really hard. I can't...
Maybe this isn't the right moment.
If you don't trust me...
Yes, I trust you. I trust you. It's just...
I feel that you already noticed that...
That...
That I'm not straight.
Do you get it?
I ignored it for many years
but I kept on drowning and drowning.
Until I couldn't breathe anymore.
I thought that if I ignored it,
it would go away.
But the deeper you dig it,
the stronger it comes right out.
It's so hard.
I don't wish it upon anyone.
Not even my worst enemy.
Mom caught up on it several times
but she feigned ignorance.
I denied it over and over.
At least I feel like
I can breathe a little now.
Do you feel less pressured?
I don't know, say something.
I'm still shaking.
I feel strange, I feel ridiculous, I'm...
Well, you'll always be my little brother...
It's never been something I wanted
for myself, believe me.
Of course, it's not something you choose.
Look, let's take things step by step.
You can count on me.
I appreciate your trust in me.
Thank you. Can I... Can I hug you?
You know I'm still the same person, right?
Of course. Nothing's changed.
Look...
with these things,
it's better to let them out.
And what you're doing
requires lots of courage.
This speaks volumes about your character.
Thank you.
I feel...
Yesterday at the restaurant
I saw you alone and...
That's why I invited you for a coffee.
I was looking for a good opportunity
but there were lots of Latinos around...
I have so much to tell you...
I just needed to start with this.
At least now we have time.
And time is exactly what I need.
You have no idea... The amount
of pressure is immense.
I've opened up completely to you,
however...
I'm not ready to tell everyone.
And maybe one day I'll tell mom and dad.
Listen. Take your time.
You already took the first step and well.
I'll keep your secret.
Your secret's safe with me.
Thank you.
Can I give you another hug?
Of course.
I love you.
I have so much to tell you.
Well. What's for dinner?
Fish.
I'll help you with the salad.
Okay.
Taray and Jesse found a new place in
the city.
They had it planned for a while.
I have until next month
to leave this place.
That's wonderful, love.
This is life giving you
a chance to let him go.
I can't leave this place.
It's all I have left of Gabriel.
My apologies. The door was open.
What are you doing here?
Leave!
I've found a few things...
And I'd like to give them to you..
Here.
He had a blonde wig.
Gabriel had never celebrated
Halloween in the States.
TJ convinced us to dress up
like Piquet and Shakira.
It's all yours.
It's where it rightfully belongs.
Yo, what are you doing?
There's a party upstairs.
This is Jonathon,
my date.
Say hi, Jonathan.
Hi.
Bro, I can't do this without you.
I'll be with you over the phone.
I promise.
Wait a second.
There are no signs of internal bleeding.
He wants to do it.
Are you sure?
Please bring the makeup team to cover
up these gashes and help him get dressed.
You're not alone, OK?
We're family from now on.
Do you know who did this to you?
Okay, no worries.
We'll take care of this later.
All of this energy, all of this emotion,
this impotence, this frustration...
leave it outside. OK?
Let's go.
Sebas?
Doors close in fifteen minutes.
Go!
Ok.
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
Honestly, thank you.
You've changed my life and the lives
of those guys in the stage.
Now go and rock their soul to the core!
Good luck!
A big hug!
I'll take care of it now. Focus
only on your role as an actor.
Listen to what he says and try to see his
humanity and pain behind the anger.
Now go be with your cast
and give them all you've got.
This is no longer your story.
It belongs to the people
behind those curtains.
You're free.
Free!
It's time.
Tonight, we dedicate this to the truth.
Tonight, we have a voice
and something to say.
Tonight we do this for our loved ones.
And for those who are no longer with us.
Tonight, we tell the world: "We're alive."
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Sometimes I think I never really
understood why you broke up with me.
I told you, handsome... I'm not the right
person for you.
I couldn't give you the
relationship you wanted.
Why not?
Because I didn't want to hurt you.
Because of my fear.
What kind of relationship do you want?
We loved each other so much...
Something more discreet. You helped me
a lot but it was all going too fast.
I know. That was my mistake.
But it was a mistake born from love.
Never forget that.
I know.
I fell in love with you.
I fell in love with you too.
But it would be impossible.
Thank you for getting back to me.
I love you more than you think.
Nene malo.
Thank you, papi churro.
I had already imagined a life with you.
I would've liked that.
Why did you give up so easily then?
Because I'm a coward.
You have a different mindset.
Other opportunities.
My family...
will never accept it.
How will you live your life?
I'm fine like this.
I'd rather be alone.
Will you be alone for
the rest of your life?
I don't want to be a burden to anyone.
I'll just vanish.
No! Don't think like that.
I miss sleeping on your chest.
I mean, when you'd let me sleep.
I miss your face on my chest too.
On our sixth month anniversary you were
doing so well, you were so confident.
It's so nice to sleep like that...
You should be able to do that
forever. With whomever you want.
Oh well... Hopefully one day.
And they will think an angel passed by.
And there will be a moment of silence.
Can you please delete
our Instagram pictures?
All of them? What if I forget your face?
Ok, now I really have to go.
I love you.
Good night.
Sweet dreams, handsome.
You know, all my life I've been trying
to prove to everyone how strong I am.
And that I don't need anybody's help.
Sometimes all a father wants
is for his child to need him.
Thank you for everything.
You're a good kid.
And you're surrounded by good people.
One last thing...
Why "Papi Chulo"?
He loved Reggaeton music and...
You know what, there are a few
things I'd rather keep to myself.
Tell me,
is it true you've deleted all your
Instagram pictures, like he asked?
Can I see them?
It will be our secret.
No more secrets, please.
What one hides is usually
their most valuable thing.
I miss you so much.
I don't know if there's a
heaven or a great beyond.
You know this better than I do.
You always knew more than I did.
All I know is that I wish I had
told you how much I love you.
And that I didn't have
enough time to tell you.
We missed you so much during
the birth of Tanya's daughter.
Your niece.
Her name is Sofa.
And she's just like you.
She has your sad little eyes.
Valerita asks about you all the time.
All the time.
We told her
you're travelling.
I don't know if she will remember you.
I hope she does.
I regret how long it took me to
Understand you.
And to tell you...
that I love you without conditions.
You were always the best of us all.
And you did the impossible to
be at peace with everyone.
But I forgot to ask you if you were happy.
Forgive me.
With that as with many other things.
I've failed.
Forgive me
for not being
your friend, your ally
your partner.
I wish I could hug you again.
And tell you that I love you.
And that I miss you.
How I miss you!
My mistakes now wound me.
It hurts to have lost my only son.
And to know that my granddaughters
will miss out on a wonderful uncle.
I wish I could kiss you good night
like when you were eight.
I know that you don't like it.
But from now on,
I will do it every night.
For as long as I live.
I have so much to say.
And it's all coming out at once.
But not today. Today...
I'm exhausted.
And you are probably...
tired too.
Sweet dreams.
Puppy dog.
Everything is the way he
left it, our Facebook chats,
the phone call cursing me is true.
Days later I wrote him a
letter, as Rose already said,
and then I wrote another letter
to his dad full of anger.
It's like my revenge fantasy.
And that became the play.
Congratulations again.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Yes?
You know, when I was 9 my mom took
me to the theater for the first time.
We went to see Pinocchio.
Since I saw you I knew I
wanted work with theater
and I dreamed about
working with you one day.
I'm indebted to you.
No, no, please, there's no debt.
I'm the one who's thankful.
Someday we'll look back
and say: "we were there".
Thank you.
So you never met him, his real father?
That's not important anymore.
But art, art is the only
light that tells the truth.
("Go without hate, but never without rage.
Heal the world"... Paul Monette)
SCENE:
A curtain opens revealing
a beautiful garden
with a swimming pool in a wealthy neighborhood
in Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia.
The morning light enters
through a large window.
A MAN stands in front of a suitcase
and a red backpack.
He is elegantly dressed in a suit and tile.
I asked you to please delete all
our pictures from your Instagram.
You don't need to say anything,
just delete them.
Hope you're ok.
Please... there is nothing to talk about.
I sent you an e-mail. I wrote everything
I had to tell you to make peace.
I won't write you ever again. I promise.
I just read it.
You made me cry.
Tu me manques.
Hello? I was just thinking about you...
Can you hear me handsome?
Hello.
I clicked on it by mistake...
I was reading... hello?
Can you see me? You have to
click on the little camera icon.
Just a second, I'm putting on headphones.
Ah! There we go.
Hello.
Can you see me?
Yes, now I can.
I thought it was a chat.
I'm Gabriel's father.
I know who you are, sir.
- Where is Gabriel?
- Are you...
Oh well... I don't know.
I'm his ex boyfriend. We were dating but...
Listen, I'll be brief.
It wasn't my intention to call.
Nor do I care to get to know you
I saw you tried to contact
Gabriel several times.
The only thing I want from you, after
what happened, is to stay away.
I don't want to see you again, I don't want
you to contact anyone in my family.
Don't even think of asking about Gabriel.
You've caused enough pain to
him and our family already.
And listen to me because I'm not
playing games, you piece of shit.
If I ever see you close to anyone
in my family, I swear I'll kill you.
Is that all?
I don't have anything else to say.
I'm closing his account on
Facebook as soon as I hang up...
Excuse me sir, with all due respect,
I would like to clarify a few things
that you apparently don't know or don't
want to know. Your son is a grown man...
I'm not interested in your opinion!
I don't care how your parents
raised you. I'm just warning you.
I don't believe you sir. If you contacted me,
it was for a reason so please let me finish, OK?
You think I was born yesterday?
I know your kind.
With all due respect, sir.
You have no fucking clue who your son is.
Who the hell do you think you are?
What do you know about me and my family?
You have no fucking clue
of what's at stake here.
The name of a family, the firm, the bank...
You don't care about anything.
And put on a T-shirt, goddamn it!
I don't need to see your tits.
Shame! You should be ashamed! We
don't have people like that in my family.
Sir, what do you want from me? An apology?
You still have time to change,
to let Gabriel know that you love him.
Where is he now?
What the fuck are you talking about?
How can you be so malicious?
You know what sir? I've had enough.
Go talk to your son and leave me alone!
If your son is as brave as you say, he
should be the one telling me all of this.
I don't owe you anything.
Gabriel is dead!
Dead!
He died two weeks ago.
Hey, this is Gabriel, leave your message.
You didn't know...
I thought you knew.
We got his backpack and his suitcase first.
We haven't even opened it yet.
His body arrived several days later.
I went to see him.
I didn't want anyone else
to see him like that.
What happened?
I don't know...
I don't even know what day it is today.
Today I went to his room for the
first time to search for answers.
I saw the last conversation
he had with you on facebook.
You brainwashed him,
you filled his head with lies.
You killed him. You made him hate his
family and left him confused and alone.
He asked you a million times
to leave him alone.
I saw the messages.
But you kept harassing him.
What does tu me manques mean?
You wrote that to him several times.
What the fuck did you do to him?
If you had kids of your own, you'd
know what a father is capable of.
Disappear forever.
You don't have the right
to be part of his death.
Sir..
I'll do what you're asking.
But you should know that even
if I'm not part of his death.
I was the most important part of his life.
Shame on your family!
Shame on you for losing
a son you never knew!
(I Miss You)
Hi this is Gabriel, leave your message.
Hi this is Gabriel, leave your message.
Leave your message.
This is Gabriel...
Hey, this is Gabriel.
Leave your message.
Do you know what happened?
Did you talk to someone in Bolivia?
No. His friends blocked me on Facebook.
I think they blame me.
The ones who knew he was gay...
They live double lives and were
opposed to us being out.
They said I was exposing them.
That's absurd.
That's Bolivia.
And most of South America too.
His dad said they asked
him to identify the body.
And of course nobody says anything about
suicide. They say it was an accident.
Maybe it was...
No.
I spoke to him days before
his flight to Bolivia.
He had just came out to his sister.
He came out of the closet to her.
Something must have happened.
Maybe I pressured him too much?
I won't allow you to say that.
You didn't do anything but love him.
When you feel better,
write him a love letter.
Write about all of what you're telling me.
Say the things you've
never had the time to say.
I try to cling to every memory of
him, every detail.
Our last morning together, our
fights, the trip to the airport...
The memories keep on changing
as if my brain was making it all up
and I'm afraid of forgetting his face.
Then turn all this pain and
anger into something good.
Something positive and strong.
Something useful
so this won't happen again.
Hey, this is Adnan.
I'm here for the interview.
Wow.
It looks just like I imagined it.
You didn't fix the buzzer yet.
Yeah, it buzzes but it
doesn't open the door.
I have to go down every time to open.
Did you make the play?
Of course.
But if you don't mind, I'd love
to go a little further back.
Something tells me there's a
greater story behind the story.
Every sinner has a future
and every saint has a past, right?
Take a seat.
Do you mind if I?
Oh, not at all.
Please.
Do you want some water, coffee?
Water would be great.
- Water?
- Thanks.
You're welcome.
I haven't finished yet but it's
really good! I like the idea but...
I think it will be impossible to finance it.
You know that's a sensitive subject here...
one second Sebas.
Marta in five minutes I need you in the
studio for a quick chat before we go live.
It would be impossible to
get a sponsor Sebastian...
How about public funds for culture?
We can apply to...
That's even harder, there's too much
bureaucracy. Listen, to be honest
I have too much work
and my wife is pregnant,
I don't think I'll be able to...
Please, read the script and then
we talk. I'll deal with the bureaucracy.
I just quit my job, this is all I've got.
I don't think I was clear enough.
It's very hard to talk about these
things here. It's still taboo.
They'll hang us by the balls, brother!
It's that simple.
I don't care. This is not just a
play, It's way beyond that.
We can change things. It happened to
me, it happens to many others.
We can't afford to be afraid.
You have no experience doing
theater, that'll be a problem!
I'll surround myself with the best
choreographers and theater experts.
I have some people in mind.
And ten actors? You will never find ten male
actors in this city willing to play a gay role.
Really? Forget that. Make it 20!
Sebas don't be like that,
you're not listening...
I'll make you a deal. If I find
30 actors, you produce this play!
Please say your name,
your age and why you're doing this.
My name is Manuel, I'm 17.
My name is Ricardo,
I study commercial engineering.
I used to force myself to
masturbate with pictures of women.
I would find a magazine and look for the girl
with the biggest breasts.
Once I finished, I'd start to feel guilty.
After ejaculating I started to cry.
I am trans and I personally
believe I've been very lucky.
Because I know not all stories
are as beautiful as mine.
I used to be skinny,
people bullied me when I was younger.
So I started going to the gym to look like
the biggest soap opera actors I saw on TV.
He once told me
he'd rather have an addict as a son...
than a faggot.
Gay guys don't know how to
relate to other gay guys.
At first they will look for you.
They find you attractive and get obsessed.
Then you have sex and...
Boom, they freak out.
They leave and distance themselves.
They will even hurt you
so that you'll step away.
And leave without a trace.
My family doesn't accept me.
I try to make them understand
I'm the same person.
The same son
who fights for his dreams and wants
to make them happy and proud.
I understand they might be
ignorant on this subject...
and one of the reasons why I
distance myself from them...
It's not so I can be happy...
But so they won't suffer even more.
That was last year though.
Can we go further back?
You know?
Oh,
you mean, you mean him.
(New York, United States. 2014)
Men's wear is downstairs.
Let me know if you need any
help trying anything on.
Hi.
Hi.
I'm looking for a black shirt.
Ah yes, this way, please.
Thank you.
I have this job interview
and they told me to wear all black.
Oh cool, I do catering as well.
Oh yeah, it's for catering.
Oh cool, where?
It's called elite something.
I don't remember.
You're a medium?
- Small.
- Small, there you go.
Do you want to try it on here?
You have a mirror there?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's my first time doing catering.
You have an accent.
Where are you from?
Guess.
I don't know, give me a hint of something.
Well, most American think
it's in Africa, but no it's not.
Bolivia, yeah.
What'd you say?
Ya.
Sorry, it's a silly thing we do.
That's my country, I'm from Bolivia.
I'm from Bolivia, too.
Get the fuck out, really?
- Where are you from?
- I'm from Cochabamba.
I'm from Santa Cruz. I came here to study.
What the hell is going on?
Sebas, get back to work.
Why is everyone screaming?
Do you have shoes?
Uh... these ones?
No wait... Here.
What shoe size are you?
- Ten and a half.
- Try mine.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, no worries.
Sorry if they smell a bit.
The shoes are a bit big
but the shirt is perfect.
Are you ok?
Yes... I'm sure you'll get the job.
I hope so.
Besides you're very handsome.
Besides you are very handsome.
Thank you!
You can pay it upstairs.
Nice meeting you.
My shirt...
Oh, right. Here it is.
Well, thank you.
Bye, take care.
Hey, do you have plans for tomorrow?
Ah... no plans.
I'm going to a friend's rooftop
party, would you like to come?
Sure, but... I'm not gay.
Pff, obviously. Me neither...
Actually I am but don't worry.
Well, I'm Gabriel.
Sebastian, my pleasure. My friends
call me Sebas like the fish.
Ok, thank you!
Of course, have a good one.
Sir, I'm calling the police.
The embassy knows about your treath.
Excuse me I need to talk to you.
Move your hand or I'll hurt you. Alonso!!!
No, please.
I'm not afraid of you.
I came here to talk.
I just want to talk.
Listen to me!
I know you can hear me...
I've lost my only son a month ago.
I don't know what happened.
It doesn't make sense.
And you know things that I need to know.
I'm calling the police!
Fuck!
You said I didn't know my son!
I haven't slept in weeks
thinking about that.
I came for my son... I cannot go on one
more day without knowing what I missed.
How dare you say I don't know my son...?
He's my son!
I taught him to walk, to tie his shoelaces,
to ride his bike, I taught him to speak.
Of course I know him, he's my son.
He came from me!
And I gave him my life!
Tell me. What the fuck
don't I know about my son?
I want the truth.
He had a girlfriend before you.
You are all lucky. Lucky!
I didn't have the opportunity
to do what I wanted.
My dad... He would have kicked my ass.
Your generation grew up
with too much freedom.
At your age I already had two kids.
Responsibilities!
What have you done with your life?
What the fuck do you know about life?
That's what you want?
See me scared, weak, a faggot?
Go ahead, hit me!
Destroy my face like you did
with your son's life.
Do you think I'm scared?
But doing this won't bring your
son back or change who he was.
Go on. Be the man you
wanted your son to be.
I'm not here to fight.
You all want me to be a monster!
Well, I'm not one!
I'm not one!
I took him to the doctor
to get his glasses.
Glaucoma said the doctor.
They would bully him in school.
That's why I took him to karate lessons.
That's why I wanted him
to do military service.
This world is made for the strong ones.
I had to make him a man.
What is happening?
That's where you're wrong.
Being a man means to be honest.
To be in control of your time,
your decisions and your life.
Being a man is having the bravery
to be whoever you want to be.
Did you know he had a
phoenix tattoo in his body?
He got it done in a place
where you'd never see it.
We are professionals at hiding,
disguising who we are.
Emotional contortionists.
Until we say: enough'.
And stop being afraid and feeling ashamed.
You want the truth?
Your son was afraid of you.
That's the truth.
Oso!
I don't know him.
Sir?
Sir?
Are you all right?
Oso, I don't know him.
I don't him, Oso.
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Fuck.
I'm leavin' on a thing
Love is when you have seen it all,
you've seen the good, you've seen the bad,
and you stay nonetheless.
Love is mortality.
It's stretching every memory.
You know the love will save us all?
Do you remember the religious solution
to the problem of death?
That's why he came back from the dead.
It's not a literal.
It's a metaphor for love.
Who talks like that?
Sorry.
He reads a lot of books.
I like that, I like books.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Sebas tells me you like to draw.
Yeah, sometimes when I'm bored.
I paint too.
Julie, did you know that
he likes to paint too?
You should take him to your museum.
He's not gay, leave him a home.
- He's not gay?
- No.
My bad.
Wait, you never even
made a with another man?
No.
All right.
And I'm not coming for ya,
but I got my own theory about the types
of phases of the gay man from one to seven.
You want to know? Get excited.
Well, number one, I am not gay.
The closeted homosexual.
This is the most common one.
This phase usually has two variations.
The suicidal and the homophobe.
Super sad.
Two,
I'm straight but most
of my friends are gay.
The straight ally who
can't find a girlfriend
shares that grief with
his outcast, gay friends.
Three, guys I'm in love with a lesbian.
Sure you are.
That way you experienced
homosexuality bicuriously
while reinforcing your heterosexuality
to the world and yourself.
Four, the infamous bisexual.
Usually flirts with both men and women,
but mostly has sex with women,
feeds off the straight fantasy
and mostly plays with passive
gay men who fall for him.
Do not confuse with the
neo-heteroflexible man.
That is a whole other species
I just won't get into now.
What are we on, four or five?
Don't do that.
Five, five, five.
- Oscar.
- Shh, five.
I'm gay, but I have never
been with another man.
Thrives on self-pity, never finding the right
man to avoid confronting his sexuality.
Six,
- Well I'm gay.
- How many are there?
I mean, I told you seven.
- Okay.
- Now listen.
Six, I'm gay but I keep
falling for straight men.
Feeds off men in stages
two, three, and four.
He is either the flamboyant
murderer or the bitchy queen.
Don't touch me.
And is convinced all
men are potentially gay.
Which is a little true.
Give him some space.
All right, and finally,
seven, girl it's the land of the unicorns.
I am an openly gay man in a healthy
relationship with another openly gay man.
And I am only attracted to
other homosexual men on stage seven.
Girl, it's no fear, it's no shame.
It's true motherfucking intimacy.
Like seven men.
Bitch, you a six.
You're a bitch.
You know, I understand the
decision to use the 30 actors
and it's beautiful,
but.
I still don't understand
why the three Gabriels?
I haven't told anyone this.
I could come up with a bunch
of intellectual, artistic reasons.
But the truth is I realized
that if I picked one actor,
he would replace the memory
of the real Gabriel forever
and I refused to let that happen.
I had to keep him alive.
I want to fuck you.
There's people around.
I don't care.
He was used to waking
up at 7am every morning.
I usually slept longer.
But he was very strict
with his schedule and diet.
He would prepare 12 eggs, no yolk, a slice
of toast and protein.
Or just oatmeal.
And then he'd wake me up
with a kiss or a Shakira song.
He loved Shakira.
I was never able to say
no to breakfast with him.
I was in charge of coffee,
in a French press.
Afterwards he sat and studied English
or read a book with a dictionary,
he would take notes
In his desk, over there.
Once I gave him The Great Gatsby.
He would love to read it.
Sorry, Julien, that line was true.
This place is played with hipsters.
Oh, how you feeling today, sir?
Did you sleep all right?
I brought you some camomile tea.
Do you speak English?
Fucked up.
I understand.
Speaking, poco.
I take medication every
morning for my blood pressure.
And yesterday with the
flight and everything else.
I forgot to take it, what happened?
I figured that, and I gave you something.
Your blood pressure was through the roof.
Well, sir, I have to admit
I did drug you a little.
A lot.
What?
I had to do something when
I figured out what to do.
Sorry.
Hi, my love.
Sorry, I was in the shower.
Uh... yes, the hotel is fine.
Yes, I know. I'm sorry.
My battery was dead.
I think I'll have to stay a
few more days in Washington.
Have you talked to your mom?
Well, if she calls tell her that...
I am not asking you to take any sides.
You know what?
It's better if you don't say anything.
Alright? Nothing.
Good.
I'll call you later today.
I can't talk now but don't worry.
I love you.
We need to find you a hotel.
- We have a cast.
- It's an army.
- Twenty nine.
- We need one more.
He seemed fine.
His mother used to talk to him every week.
She said she didn't like
his new friends in New York.
A dangerous city filled
with lost souls', she said.
I told her I'd help him with his
career, to get his head straight.
It's hard to find a job in the U.S.
He told us he wanted to visit his
sister in Miami before coming back.
Gabriel got along incredibly
well with his niece.
We thought it would do him good
Family always helps you to keep
a clear mind. It grounds you.
It was a month ago...
He should have returned a month ago.
He checked in...
He said goodbye to his sister...
Nothing unusual.
But he never got on the plane.
He escaped the airport, at least
that's what they said.
Climbed a tall building...
and jumped.
How could he?
Why?
We took him to a psychologist
a couple of times but...
he didn't want to go back.
He said he was cured.
What other option did he have?
- You forced him to lie. Your wife...
- No, my wife... is sick.
Yes, she told him she had cancer
and that it was God's punishment...
We thought it was cancer, thank God
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Who does that to their son?
He also told her that.
The thing is that
She is very devoted to God.
And she told him he had to choose
between God and his deviation.
She also spoke to our priest...
and he said that God
forgives those who repent.
Your wife made him choose between God's
love and embracing his sexual being.
Which means to live alone forever,
without the chance to fall in love
or share intimacy with another person,
experience tenderness, compassion.
You were asking your son
to hate his own sexuality,
you were teaching him to hate himself.
And what was I supposed to do?
What was I supposed to do?
Tell him everything was fine?
That everything would be alright?
You know perfectly well
the country we live in.
The shitty mentality...
You were willing to sacrifice your
son's happiness for fear of the society?
What kind of coward are
I'm not a coward!
I'm here.
Then what are you afraid of?
God.
God!
Anyone with a Christian conscience believes in
what's in the Bible. I believe in God's word.
It says that what you
people do is an abomination.
The Bible also says that slavery
is a natural condition...
Did you know that in the same page
in Leviticus you're quoting
the Bible also condemns tattoos, shellfish,
haircuts, polyester, and football?
I mean, polyester I understand.
But the rest of that shit is fucked up.
When I was raised, it wasn't an option.
Its not an option sir, I swear.
No one chooses to be this way.
We are all born helpless
and hungry for love.
We need someone to take care of us.
And the only ones capable of giving us
that love and protection are our parents.
It's not all my fault.
It's not all my fault!
My wife blames me too.
She says I wasn't strict enough with him.
She won't even talk to me.
If you want to get to know your son,
you should meet his friends,
Those dangerous psychopaths your
wife is so afraid of. Just for a few days.
You owe it to him.
After that you can judge us all you want.
C'mon guys. Let's get into pairs.
I'm going to ask you to hug your partner.
Feel their breathing and their heartbeat.
Now close your eyes and relax.
I want you to think about
someone you love dearly.
It can be a boyfriend, a girlfriend...
A father, a mother... a friend...
Now communicate with that
person through your breathing.
Communicate through your heartbeats.
I want you to tell them
what they mean to you.
Thank them for everything
they brought into your life.
If an image, a memory or an
emotion comes up, follow it.
Are you hungry?
I make the best oatmeal.
Well, it is what it is.
Hello handsome. Papi churro'
I'm going to make something.
What's the difference between
across from and in front of?
Across from, in front of.
Perspective
Seb, in English please.
I need to practice.
You are across from me
and I am in front of you.
My wife mentions some passages
from the Bible...
I don't remember now.
It's in the New Testament.
Yes... Romans, Corinthians and Timothy.
They were letters written by Paul.
All three of them.
Here it is.
Wonderful, don't you think?
My son painted this?
Yes.
Paul talks about the sanctity of marriage
often in his writing,
and yet he never got married.
Paul lived a celibate life.
That explains a lot why
he says what he says.
Now, in Corinthians, it's the same author
speaking to a different audience.
He's writing to the Corinthians because
they are struggling with sexual temptation.
He's trying to explain that love
is something more than sexual.
So his intention is clear, he's trying
to talk about sexual moderation.
But if you notice, Paul is fired up again.
Four of the five things he mentions
are against homosexuality.
I genuinely believe he's covering a lot
of guilt and shame with these letters.
Do you think he was
A homosexual? Who knows
Perhaps.
I can assure you one thing.
He was a human being.
A man
Full of desires, like any other.
Paul doesn't want Timothy
to struggle like he does.
Why doesn't anybody know this, father?
Because people believe in
what they want to believe.
We don't see the world as it
is, we see the world as we are.
In Romans, Paul is describing to the
church in Rome, the formation of the world.
And sex as a gift from God was perverted.
To be more than an act
between a man and a woman.
And in Paul's mind,
this is something that angers God.
I find it incredibly interesting.
He speaks so surely about
something Jesus never mentioned.
Never.
It seems like something personal.
Did your love your son?
More than anything in the world.
Hell is believed to be the absence of love.
Your son was loved.
And he also loved.
He liked to eat six to seven times a day.
His diet was sacred for him.
But he loved Asian food, sushi, and
especially anything sweet and sour.
I love sweet and sour.
He learned how to use chopsticks here.
He used to order the pineapple shrimp.
He loved seafood.
I love seafood.
Gabriel worked here for a while
before he started doing catering.
I think some of his
friends still work here.
My dad thinks everyone
should behave like him.
If he wakes up at 6am,
everyone should be up at that time
or else they are lazy bums.
If he decides he's going to eat chicken,
everyone has to eat chicken.
Just follow my lead
Oh ma gurd,
you won't believe who
came into the store today.
Do you remember that hot
guy that I used to date?
But he was like more like a fuck buddy.
Okay, we fucked twice.
Three times.
Actually, is it sex if you don't come?
Shh.
Anyway, he waltzes in, baby on one side,
the wife on the other.
She asks for a size four, I
was like do you mean eight?
And she was like, well, six.
And I was like, tell you what,
I'll bring out a 10 and
we'll take it from there.
Okay, honey?
I can't anymore.
I don't know where people
get these expectations from.
Oh, he was so hot.
Do you remember?
And that little baby girl
or boy, I don't know,
fuck it, who cares?
If he knew what his daddy was
doing last week?
Oh my God, I don't wanna talk about it.
There's another person here.
Who is that?
Is this your father?
No, no, no, no.
He's a friend from Bolivia.
Ah, sugar daddy.
Well, you're not wasting time.
He's not my sugar daddy.
He just came out of the closet.
Yes, he's new at this.
Okay.
Well, it's better late than never, y'know?
I'm TJ, short for Taylor John.
Although there's nothing short about TJ,
if you know what I mean?
I'm just kidding, it's average
Jorge.
He's never told anyone.
You know, I believe it's
still very difficult
and we're thinking that you could help us.
What is it with you people in
that backwards country of yours?
Even the caveman were
fuckin' back in the day.
But you would know all about that.
Wait, how old are you?
You know what, nevermind.
Don't tell me.
It's better keep 'em guessing.
You know what I mean?
And what a great time to do that.
This is so exciting.
O to the M to the G, what is that?
My old cellphone.
Oh, it's his old cell phone.
Yeah, this has buttons.
Olivia Newton John,
if you wanna do this,
you're gonna have to get
a phone from this century.
Good evening, beauties.
My name is Colby, I will be your server.
Can I get you guys something to start off?
Water for the table is fine.
Just water for the table is good.
Water, what are we, fish?
Colby?
Hi.
I need something vodka, something tequila,
just something that will
make everybody pretty again.
We do a killer watermelon margarita.
Twist my arm, why won't you?
What's up?
Oh, right.
Let's start with the basics.
What's your type?
Intelligent,
- dedication.
- Oh Jesus.
You're gonna make this so difficult.
Listen to me.
This is New York, okay?
I can get you dick.
Does he have a boyfriend?
Do you have a boyfriend?
Do I?
Oh my God, ears burning.
No, no, no, no.
Boyfriends are like toys and toys break.
No, never had a boyfriend.
You dismiss them too quickly.
Listen, baby girl.
Unless it's the last
season of the Golden Girls,
I ain't watching a show twice.
Oh, come on TJ.
It's not that difficult.
Look at me, I wasn't looking and...
Yeah, and we all know
how that turned out.
Sorry, I didn't mean that.
Did he know Gabriel, from Bolivia?
Wait, you know Gabe?
Did you guys find out what happened?
You know, I hear you talking about him.
About the things he said and did
But I can't picture my son.
All I can picture is a version
of him that I don't recognize.
My father knows I'm gay and everything.
But I noticed he got really nervous when I
brought a boyfriend who was taller or older.
But he was the nicest when my boyfriend
was shorter or younger than me.
He thought that if I was taller,
I was the man in the relationship.
That was fascinating to me.
You're seeing your son through your own
idea of him, through your own experience.
Only when you let go of those ideas,
you'll see your son for the first time.
I'm exhausted.
Can we continue tomorrow?
Sure. You know how to get to your hotel?
Yes.
I saw the last conversation
he had with you.
Was Gabriel a seven?
- You got it?
- Yep.
Almost there.
What side is the right one?
I don't understand how you can be
afraid of holding hands with a man.
And yet singing Shakira out
loud doesn't embarrass you.
Is this gay? What's gay about it?
Is this gay?
Is this gay?
Is this gay?
Oh my god.
Is this gay?
Is this gay?
Close your eyes.
My eyes.
Give me your hand. Keep your eyes shut.
And
Open them.
A little heart?
This is Bolivian rosewood, the
most resistant wood in the world.
No matter what happens, how
old we are and even after we die...
As long as you have it,
my heart will be yours.
Thank you.
I'm going to play a song.
I've been loving you
since mid-September
Stormy weather, feels forever ago
Way too low and it was hard to breathe
Love is quick, but
love can set you free
And our hearts were beating fast
What happened?
Face it, this too shall pass
But some things good can last
If we're going to each other
So take your time
We've got a lifetime to try
I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
You want the sun, the moon, the stars
To know the answers to my heart
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
You're my sun, the moon, the stars
You are the answer to my heart
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh
All the stars and all the moons
And all the hearts and all the souls
And all the hearts
Are you ok?
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh, oh, oh, I love you
Oh
Gay men didn't want to
have sex with condoms here
because it implies that
they are promiscuous,
and that means you're a faggot.
Listen, I don't want, I
didn't want to be gay either,
and I understand those guys.
And I mean, I felt guilty.
I just wanted to be normal.
I hated having sex.
And then I would go out
and do it compulsively
and it just created this vicious cycle.
I created the life I was most afraid of.
Pardon me, pardon the question,
but do you regret that, that mistake?
We make mistakes every second of our lives,
mostly out of fear and ignorance.
I've learned to forgive
myself for those mistakes.
And now the only thing I regret
is not telling myself it was okay
to be gay sooner.
I'm sorry, I didn't meant to.
No, it's fine.
I don't have any shame.
You know, it's good to be
able to discuss it openly.
We need to stop hiding.
You're not doing yourself
or anyone else any favors?
Thank you so much, Chase.
Thank you.
It's okay to be terrified, okay?
Just take a deep breath.
You've been waiting your
whole life for this.
And if you need me, I got you, okay?
Right here.
Did you come often with Gabriel here?
Not much really.
He didn't like drag queens.
What?
I don't like drag queens!
Why not?
I don't know.
I don't understand it.
I like masculine men, not men
who want to be women.
I don't get it.
Maybe you feel uncomfortable because
you're insecure about your own masculinity.
Why do you say that?
Do you think I'm effeminate? Can you tell?
No, all I'm saying is that
repressed homophobia is very common.
I'm not repressing anything.
Then relax and enjoy.
You're not John Wayne.
Who?
Bitches
Bitch
Bitch
Bitches
Sebastian the towers are here.
Perfect, please tell Gabriels
2 and 3 to get ready.
Perfect, the internet is running fine...
We had a Skype call with NY yesterday.
Let's hope the internet doesn't
collapse with all the people here.
By the way, the theater asked for an advance
payment to let us come in and set it up.
What? That's not what we agreed.
I just paid it from my pocket.
We'll figure it out but at this point
we have no sponsors, not a single one.
And the Secretary of Culture?
They called me last minute
and pulled out the funds.
Culture is not a priority here...
And I need to send posters, tickets
and invites to print today
or there will be no press.
Let's charge double!
What?
That'd be suicide! Nobody goes to the
theater let alone if we charge more.
They will come.
Oh, thank you.
Hey, gorgeous.
I thought you had left.
You have to understand that
all this is very hard for me.
Thanks for doing this.
You know... Gabriel spoke often about you.
That you used to sing him Frank Sinatra
songs when he was little...
Elvis Presley.
Did he remember?
Yes.
I'm hungry... Is there anything close by?
I'm fighting
With your memory
How can you guys do this?
It's exhausting.
So many rules and categories...
I feel like I'm constantly being tested.
I think he said something about like
he doesn't understandhow we do it
'cause of all the categories or something.
You'll get used to it.
It's normal in the beginning.
I'm kind of jealous.
I wish it was my first
gay night experience.
I was invisible at that bar,
nobody even looked at me.
That's real sweet.
Nobody talks in a bar nowadays,
you know what I mean?
It's like what Grindr was invented for.
Grindr, Scrubs, Tinder, OKCupid,
whatever works for you, mama.
What's that?
How has he not?
Oh my God, the fun never ends.
Okay, it's this amazing technology
that allows you to connect with
other men through their GPS
and have like a plethora of sexual options
at the tip of your finger.
Now, you gotta be real specific
with your filter options,
otherwise, look,
like this for example,
that's a fake profile.
Something real up close
like that means he's fat.
No offense.
No face means he's married.
And my favorite, a wide
shot with like a landscape
means he's ugly and a douchebag.
Now, you like somebody, you write to them,
and if somebody likes you.
Ta-da.
Oh, oh Jesus.
All right, give me your phone.
Wait, is this you?
Upgrade.
She listens.
Okay.
Wait, hello Fernando.
You have SCRUFF already.
Who is Fernando from Miami?
And you've got quite a little...
slut.
It's a borrowed phone.
Am I having a stroke?
Were you in Miami last month?
It's Gabriel's phone.
Excuse me, ladies.
I'm being requested.
Bitch, you all right?
We'll take him home.
No worries.
You know what?
I thought I could walk away
and keep it to myself but that's not right.
Ever since your son entered
my life I had to lie...
for him, for us because this is
what you people do in Bolivia.
You force your children to
lie from early on because.
You need to lie to survive in that country.
It gets to a point where you believe
in all those lies and that's death!
You know who this is?
This is Gabriel's father.
He showed up at my door a few days ago
looking for answers and I
put on yet another show.
But it's over.
Go home.
You got what you wanted.
Don't fucking touch me.
I'm not done.
You wanted the truth?
You wanted answers?
Your son was a professional liar.
His ex-boyfriend cheated on him with
everyone and he learned it from him.
No wonder he didn't believe in love.
They're so afraid of not finding love
that everything is reduced to sex.
But sex doesn't fill the void left by fear.
And you guys?
What the fuck?
We all lost a friend recently.
You just move on.
I can't move on.
Let's just go home.
I'm sorry, what the fuck just happened?
Mom, he's my roommate.
He has a boyfriend, I already told you.
What photo?
No! What...?
What did you see?
What will I do over there?
Ma, I told you. That has nothing
to do with... Mom?
Why do you have to post
everything on Facebook?
I asked to keep us discreet.
Why do you need everyone to know?
What happened?
What happened? That she talked to my dad
and wants me to return to Bolivia. Now.
Did you agree?
Can't you understand my
family is not like yours?
There is no arguing with my father!
Calm down. Let's think this through.
I think it's better if we end this.
It's better that we end this.
Don't touch me!
I think it's best that we break up.
What?
We can be roommates until my family
calms down. But nothing more.
Do you think this is going to solve anything?
This is one shitty deal.
They're manipulating you.
I've got no other choice.
They think that I'm the one to blame
because you keep denying it.
Life is finally giving you a chance to be
honest. To tell them the truth.
Tell them you have a man you love, who
loves you back. That you're happy and safe.
You'll never tell them, will you?
Tell them to come here and meet
me. They should see us together.
My mother has cancer.
They just discovered a tumor.
They're still not sure, but she says
it's a punishment from God.
For failing as a mother.
And I don't plan on living with that.
My father would kill you if he...
All right, calm down.
As long as you're here with
me your mother won't listen.
I think your best option is to go
visit your sister. Tell her the truth.
I'll help you.
If you want, I can talk with her.
I'll wait for you for as long as it takes.
You have my support and my love.
We can talk on the phone, whatever you need.
You're not alone in this.
We're in this together, remember?
You know what, maybe I'll marry a woman
instead and live a normal life.
I've always wanted to be a father afterall.
This is unfair, Gabriel. Fucking hell.
I need to be alone for a bit.
Wow.
So beautiful, too.
Did you know Gabriel from Bolivia?
Yeah.
He was so talented.
He used to come here
and we'd talk for hours
about his fears, and you know impressionism.
I actually gave him classes.
I introduced him to Maravich,
Derek Jarman, Caravaggio,
Egon Schiele, Pina Bausch.
You never,
never ask your father for help?
Oh, no.
I never met my father
and my mom had enough on
her plate being a single parent.
And it wasn't really her fault, you know?
And I wasn't even thinking about her.
It was, I was the problem.
I was not accepting myself.
But now you do, huh?
And now I do.
Yes.
- Thank you.
- That's okay.
Do you want some tea?
Yes, please.
Yes.
Are you OK?
Yes, I'm fine, yes.
Look.
He's beautiful.
I used to kiss him goodnight every night.
And one day he must have been eight...
He asked me to stop.
I'm guessing he was embarrassed.
He was like a little man...
So fixed in his ways.
I'm leaving tomorrow
and I feel that I've failed.
That depends.
Why did you come here?
I don't know.
I came to take back my son.
I don't know, it feels so strange.
As if I was missing something
You know, in French they don't say
"I miss you". They say Tu me manques.
I miss you in me.
As if an essential part of the
other is absent in you.
Tu me manques.
I prefer that. It's like you're missing
an organ, a limb, or your own blood.
How curious, I had this same
conversation with your son.
Were you friends with him?
They came to me when your wife
asked him to return to Bolivia.
I said: tell them the truth! The truth
shall set you free!, says the bible.
And sex is part of or existence.
He was afraid you wouldn't accept it.
But I told him: never say: from this water
I won't drink, this priest is not my father
and this dick won't fit'.
He laughed and laughed with
that... beautiful laughter of his.
Speak to him. Tell him that you love him.
I think it's best that you erase
all of our Instagram photos.
Just in case.
Are you deleting me from Facebook too?
My mom has several Facebook accounts.
She's always checking up on me.
We can make fake profiles
our names can be coded. Please.
So we can stay in touch in case
something happens.
Maybe.
We're all looking for our place in
the world and your son found it here.
Come in, come in.
I'll bring you a glass of water.
You have a daughter?
Yes.
My daughter was born a boy.
Luckily I found that out in time
so that I could help her.
But she died too soon from
lupus. She was twenty-two.
Sit down, please.
My daughter was passionate about
theater and dance.
She dreamed about coming to Broadway.
That's why after she died I decided
to live here in New York.
I feel closer to her here.
That's when I met Alonso and Sebastian.
I adopted them. My boys...
You know, my daughter really
liked "Life is a Dream"
and she said I was her Rosaura because
I helped to free her from her prison.
That way, when I arrived here
and people asked.
"What's your name?
"I said "Rosaura"
without hesitation.
And so I became Rosaura.
"I dream that I am here
by these goals burdened.
And I dreamed that in another condition
happier I saw myself.
What is life?
A frenzy.
What is life?
An illusion,
a shadow, a fiction.
And the greatest good puny is;
for life entire is a dream,
and the dreams...
nothing but dreams are.
Your son came out of the closet and told
your daughter before leaving for Miami.
Did you know?
No.
He recorded the entire conversation and
sent it to Sebas. Poor boy was devastated.
But, I didn't find anything.
He probably deleted it.
But Sebas sent me a copy.
Could I listen to it?
Yes. Just please don't tell Sebastian, eh?
He would feel betrayed.
No, of course. Thank you very much.
You're welcome.
Let's see, try on this Jacket.
I want to see how it fits you.
Come on.
I made it myself.
Of all human emotions, hope is the
only one that doesn't belong to us.
It springs from life itself.
It's life fighting back.
But look how dashing you look!
It fits you perfectly.
I feel very strange.
Don't worry, you'll be fine.
Hey guys, I'd like to introduce you
to Daniel, a new member of our cast.
Hello!
Welcome Daniel.
He'll be in the back.
Manuel, you can come forward and
you can go over there with Alejandro.
Please show him the choreography.
You're over here...
Edu!
Come here, please.
We're missing Pipo.
What happened?
Someone hit him.
They found out in his neighborhood
that he's in the play.
Where's he now?
He's at home, he's embarrassed.
Brenda, please go get Pipo and take him to the
emergency room. Call me when you're there.
Where's Rodrigo?
There's something else I have to tell you.
What?
His wife is having the baby today.
Are you kidding?
Today.
Sebas one more thing.
The gay members of the cast decided to
come out after the premiere tonight.
- They are very nervous.
- How many?
I don't know, more than half.
- Give them a word.
- Ok, thanks.
Sit Down.
Why?
Just sit down.
I'd rather stay standing.
Are you in a hurry?
No, why?
Okay.
I don't know what to
say or where to begin.
I'm just going to speak
and hope it flows well.
I wanted to thank you for being so
supportive and for having me here.
Sorry. I'm a little nervous.
Don't worry, just let it all out.
You're my big sister
and I love you very much.
Of course. We're family.
Yes. We're family.
It's just that...
I'm drowning.
Well, just take one step at a time.
Take deep breaths and...
It's tough.
Don't be afraid. I'm fine
and I'm happy to be here.
I love my niece and the next one
is on the way.
I've wanted to tell you this for a while.
I just couldn't figure out when or where.
Maybe this isn't the best moment,
but I can't take this anymore.
I imagine
you've noticed something... about me.
No.
Oh, I don't know.
I don't even know where to start.
You probably already noticed, but
I never had the courage to tell you.
But I have to do it.
Because otherwise the days fly by
and I keep on drowning, you know?
And I want you to be the first one
in the family to know.
Well, whatever it is I'll support you.
Really?
It's really hard. I can't...
Maybe this isn't the right moment.
If you don't trust me...
Yes, I trust you. I trust you. It's just...
I feel that you already noticed that...
That...
That I'm not straight.
Do you get it?
I ignored it for many years
but I kept on drowning and drowning.
Until I couldn't breathe anymore.
I thought that if I ignored it,
it would go away.
But the deeper you dig it,
the stronger it comes right out.
It's so hard.
I don't wish it upon anyone.
Not even my worst enemy.
Mom caught up on it several times
but she feigned ignorance.
I denied it over and over.
At least I feel like
I can breathe a little now.
Do you feel less pressured?
I don't know, say something.
I'm still shaking.
I feel strange, I feel ridiculous, I'm...
Well, you'll always be my little brother...
It's never been something I wanted
for myself, believe me.
Of course, it's not something you choose.
Look, let's take things step by step.
You can count on me.
I appreciate your trust in me.
Thank you. Can I... Can I hug you?
You know I'm still the same person, right?
Of course. Nothing's changed.
Look...
with these things,
it's better to let them out.
And what you're doing
requires lots of courage.
This speaks volumes about your character.
Thank you.
I feel...
Yesterday at the restaurant
I saw you alone and...
That's why I invited you for a coffee.
I was looking for a good opportunity
but there were lots of Latinos around...
I have so much to tell you...
I just needed to start with this.
At least now we have time.
And time is exactly what I need.
You have no idea... The amount
of pressure is immense.
I've opened up completely to you,
however...
I'm not ready to tell everyone.
And maybe one day I'll tell mom and dad.
Listen. Take your time.
You already took the first step and well.
I'll keep your secret.
Your secret's safe with me.
Thank you.
Can I give you another hug?
Of course.
I love you.
I have so much to tell you.
Well. What's for dinner?
Fish.
I'll help you with the salad.
Okay.
Taray and Jesse found a new place in
the city.
They had it planned for a while.
I have until next month
to leave this place.
That's wonderful, love.
This is life giving you
a chance to let him go.
I can't leave this place.
It's all I have left of Gabriel.
My apologies. The door was open.
What are you doing here?
Leave!
I've found a few things...
And I'd like to give them to you..
Here.
He had a blonde wig.
Gabriel had never celebrated
Halloween in the States.
TJ convinced us to dress up
like Piquet and Shakira.
It's all yours.
It's where it rightfully belongs.
Yo, what are you doing?
There's a party upstairs.
This is Jonathon,
my date.
Say hi, Jonathan.
Hi.
Bro, I can't do this without you.
I'll be with you over the phone.
I promise.
Wait a second.
There are no signs of internal bleeding.
He wants to do it.
Are you sure?
Please bring the makeup team to cover
up these gashes and help him get dressed.
You're not alone, OK?
We're family from now on.
Do you know who did this to you?
Okay, no worries.
We'll take care of this later.
All of this energy, all of this emotion,
this impotence, this frustration...
leave it outside. OK?
Let's go.
Sebas?
Doors close in fifteen minutes.
Go!
Ok.
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
Honestly, thank you.
You've changed my life and the lives
of those guys in the stage.
Now go and rock their soul to the core!
Good luck!
A big hug!
I'll take care of it now. Focus
only on your role as an actor.
Listen to what he says and try to see his
humanity and pain behind the anger.
Now go be with your cast
and give them all you've got.
This is no longer your story.
It belongs to the people
behind those curtains.
You're free.
Free!
It's time.
Tonight, we dedicate this to the truth.
Tonight, we have a voice
and something to say.
Tonight we do this for our loved ones.
And for those who are no longer with us.
Tonight, we tell the world: "We're alive."
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Sometimes I think I never really
understood why you broke up with me.
I told you, handsome... I'm not the right
person for you.
I couldn't give you the
relationship you wanted.
Why not?
Because I didn't want to hurt you.
Because of my fear.
What kind of relationship do you want?
We loved each other so much...
Something more discreet. You helped me
a lot but it was all going too fast.
I know. That was my mistake.
But it was a mistake born from love.
Never forget that.
I know.
I fell in love with you.
I fell in love with you too.
But it would be impossible.
Thank you for getting back to me.
I love you more than you think.
Nene malo.
Thank you, papi churro.
I had already imagined a life with you.
I would've liked that.
Why did you give up so easily then?
Because I'm a coward.
You have a different mindset.
Other opportunities.
My family...
will never accept it.
How will you live your life?
I'm fine like this.
I'd rather be alone.
Will you be alone for
the rest of your life?
I don't want to be a burden to anyone.
I'll just vanish.
No! Don't think like that.
I miss sleeping on your chest.
I mean, when you'd let me sleep.
I miss your face on my chest too.
On our sixth month anniversary you were
doing so well, you were so confident.
It's so nice to sleep like that...
You should be able to do that
forever. With whomever you want.
Oh well... Hopefully one day.
And they will think an angel passed by.
And there will be a moment of silence.
Can you please delete
our Instagram pictures?
All of them? What if I forget your face?
Ok, now I really have to go.
I love you.
Good night.
Sweet dreams, handsome.
You know, all my life I've been trying
to prove to everyone how strong I am.
And that I don't need anybody's help.
Sometimes all a father wants
is for his child to need him.
Thank you for everything.
You're a good kid.
And you're surrounded by good people.
One last thing...
Why "Papi Chulo"?
He loved Reggaeton music and...
You know what, there are a few
things I'd rather keep to myself.
Tell me,
is it true you've deleted all your
Instagram pictures, like he asked?
Can I see them?
It will be our secret.
No more secrets, please.
What one hides is usually
their most valuable thing.
I miss you so much.
I don't know if there's a
heaven or a great beyond.
You know this better than I do.
You always knew more than I did.
All I know is that I wish I had
told you how much I love you.
And that I didn't have
enough time to tell you.
We missed you so much during
the birth of Tanya's daughter.
Your niece.
Her name is Sofa.
And she's just like you.
She has your sad little eyes.
Valerita asks about you all the time.
All the time.
We told her
you're travelling.
I don't know if she will remember you.
I hope she does.
I regret how long it took me to
Understand you.
And to tell you...
that I love you without conditions.
You were always the best of us all.
And you did the impossible to
be at peace with everyone.
But I forgot to ask you if you were happy.
Forgive me.
With that as with many other things.
I've failed.
Forgive me
for not being
your friend, your ally
your partner.
I wish I could hug you again.
And tell you that I love you.
And that I miss you.
How I miss you!
My mistakes now wound me.
It hurts to have lost my only son.
And to know that my granddaughters
will miss out on a wonderful uncle.
I wish I could kiss you good night
like when you were eight.
I know that you don't like it.
But from now on,
I will do it every night.
For as long as I live.
I have so much to say.
And it's all coming out at once.
But not today. Today...
I'm exhausted.
And you are probably...
tired too.
Sweet dreams.
Puppy dog.
Everything is the way he
left it, our Facebook chats,
the phone call cursing me is true.
Days later I wrote him a
letter, as Rose already said,
and then I wrote another letter
to his dad full of anger.
It's like my revenge fantasy.
And that became the play.
Congratulations again.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Yes?
You know, when I was 9 my mom took
me to the theater for the first time.
We went to see Pinocchio.
Since I saw you I knew I
wanted work with theater
and I dreamed about
working with you one day.
I'm indebted to you.
No, no, please, there's no debt.
I'm the one who's thankful.
Someday we'll look back
and say: "we were there".
Thank you.
So you never met him, his real father?
That's not important anymore.
But art, art is the only
light that tells the truth.