The Roar of the Butterflies (2023): Season 1, Episode 8 - Episode #1.8 - full transcript
The president of our country will be
Héctor Bienvenido Trujillo Molina.
We have to take him out at the polls,
with free elections.
- That means waiting another four years.
- Cheater, cheater, cheater!
Our leading lady
must say goodbye to Club Caribe.
Now you'll be a star.
We are proud to announce the arrival
of television in the Dominican Republic.
You pocketed the money from the Americans.
Fucking traitor.
First, we'll go to Haiti by sea.
From there, a plane to Mexico.
Trujillo was everywhere.
Of course I knew him.
This story is inspired by real events.
All characters and events depicted
have been created for dramatic purposes.
Any similarity with reality
is purely coincidental.
She was
the best dancer in the world.
Now it's yours.
It'll bring you good luck.
Arantxa Oyamburu.
♪ The show is starting ♪
♪ The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Turn on the TV ♪
♪ It's The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Dominicans are all moving to the beat ♪
THE GIPSY SHOW
♪ The Gipsy Show is on ♪
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the first episode of…
The Gipsy Show!
This is a show for all Dominican families,
with music, dancing, and interviews.
The CRY of the BUTTERFLIES
♪ On October 24
In my country we celebrate ♪
♪ The date of the great Trujillo… ♪
Looks like the government
is now in show business.
God.
They want to fill people's heads
with tits, asses, and fake news.
The presenter sure is pretty.
For a white girl,
she's a good merengue dancer.
Sure.
She'd sure look good
next to my brown skin.
Are you out of your mind?
You're talking about my daughter!
-Sit down!
-Calm down! Calm down!
Tomorrow, I'll return that thing
and problem solved.
- Calm down.
- Calm down.
-My bad, Vasco. My bad.
-Take it easy. It's okay.
It's okay. Just relax.
Hey, don't worry.
My bad.
Don't worry.
It was my bad.
And now, a word from our sponsors.
THE DOMINICAN VOICE
Television
Thank you very much, Gipsy. Good evening.
Tonight's sponsors are Eloria…
-How's it going?
-Good, good. First episode.
- Yes.
- Hmm.
-Julio César…
-What?
…is safe. He's okay.
How's everyone doing?
-How are you doing?
-Good.
-That's what I like to hear.
-Yes.
I know all my lines.
Excellent. Very good.
Here they are.
Gipsy, I want to introduce…
César "Hammer" Montoya,
who's here from Argentina.
-Pleased to meet you.
-Pleased to meet you. Welcome.
And this is our champion, "Zurdo" Molina.
-Nice to meet you. A real pleasure.
-Likewise.
Now I feel nervous.
No, no. Don't worry.
The questions are all ready to go.
You'll be fine.
No, I'm not talking about the questions.
No one told me the presenter
was so beautiful.
- Well…
- I'll go help people over here.
César, you sit here.
It's the hair and makeup.
Oh, please. I'm sure
you're even prettier without them.
I'm sure of it.
Thanks.
- Guys, please.
- Yes.
Everyone in their positions.
- Okay. This way.
- Please. Right this way.
Zurdo, take a seat. That's it. Let me see.
- Okay.
- Feel it, live it.
- Very good. Smile, smile.
- Yes.
That's it. All right, ready?
Three, two, one, action!
We're back with the marvelous…
The Gipsy Show!
Did it all start when
you became Gipsy?
No, it was long before that.
It started at Club Caribe.
He was obsessed with me
from the first moment he saw me.
He had…
He offered me the world.
He was so powerful.
People won't understand.
I think they will.
You were young, Arantxa.
He introduced you to wealth and power
and promised to make your dream come true.
Yes.
But don't think
the nice things lasted long.
He immediately became controlling,
manipulating me.
Making me feel like his prostitute.
The worst thing is that…
…I felt bad about myself,
which was all a part of his game.
I gave him pleasure.
I made him feel good.
And no one could help you?
Not even your father?
No. We were estranged.
And Minerva couldn't help you?
We no longer saw each other.
I didn't dare call her.
As close as we had been
when we were young…
I was…
the artist of the regime.
Mmm.
The same regime that tortured her father.
Now I understand
why you didn't go back to Salcedo.
I felt like I had betrayed them.
His symptoms are getting worse,
Mrs. Chea.
Enrique's blindness
isn't the result of his initial symptoms
but of a severe case of diabetes.
No.
My husband doesn't have diabetes.
You know that, Doctor.
Yes, but they've been giving him insulin.
Insulin?
I don't believe it.
This is getting worse and worse.
God.
Oh, Mom. What have they done to him?
Sweetie, we don't know yet if it's true.
Is it really surprising?
They've shown
that they're capable of anything, Mom.
They've been giving him
a very high dose.
Much higher than recommended.
What can we do, Doctor?
Nothing.
Just wait.
- I'm sorry.
- Thank you very much.
Thank you, Doctor.
I'll call you if anything changes.
Have a good night.
Mmm?
Dad.
Ah?
This is all my fault.
No.
No.
Forgive me for everything.
No…
Don't give up.
Gentlemen, what you're seeing here
is the image we want
to convey about the country:
a country that's thriving and modern.
As you can see in the posters,
the words in red…
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC
Welcome, Free World!
…stand out against the blue sky,
green trees, and the gray asphalt.
And…
you're saying…
that these will bring us
the international attention we need?
Yes, sir.
This is the latest thing in advertising.
Ah.
This is bullshit.
What do you think we're doing here?
A tourism ad?
This project is supposed to show that we
don't want to become an associated state.
I don't want to be turned into
America's second backyard.
I don't want us to be another Puerto Rico.
I want to make the Dominican Republic
the center of the free world.
What, are we communists now?
Fuck, just look how red that is.
Look.
Eisenhower has given me his support.
He promised me
that the United States will participate.
As did Getúlio Vargas,
General Rojas Pinilla,
Franco, Juan Domingo Perón.
All those countries
will be here with their stands and flags
to demonstrate
the moral and cultural superiority
of our countries over the communists.
But, uh… Excuse me, General.
Let me… Let me say one thing.
Uh, it seems to me that if we just
change the color of the letters,
this-- This would no--
No longer evoke communism, right?
Because these buildings look very nice.
And if we add some--
Some nice music in the background
-and one of our merengue stars--
-Stop, Petán. Stop, Stop! Stop.
That's pure bullshit, through and through.
That's just weak
and doesn't clearly convey the magnitude
of the project the way we want it to.
We have to continue
with our communication strategies.
Through radio and television.
The Fair of Peace and Fraternity
of the Free World
must be a showcase of our military power
and that of our allies,
so that the fucking communists
fucking wish they had never been born.
Get that ugly shit out of here!
Take it down and get it out of here.
It's useless.
Yes, sir.
Let's go.
Stupid piece of shit!
Excuse us.
- Honestly, that was ridiculous.
- Negro, not now. Please. Not now.
Fine.
Minerva, I'm speechless.
I remember when you told me
your dad was sick,
but I never thought it would get that bad.
The thing is, he wasn't even that sick.
He was young.
They killed him, Manolo.
They injected him with insulin,
made him sick, and killed him.
And that's not all.
Now Trujillo doesn't want me to study.
What?
I received a letter from the School.
I can no longer study there,
and I'm banned from the campus.
For what reason?
I'll start a campaign tomorrow
with contacts I have at the university.
We won't take this lying down.
They have to let you back in
and apologize.
Oh, Pierre.
Thanks for coming.
My deepest condolences.
- Pierre.
- Manolo.
What did they do to you?
Nothing. Don't worry.
Asier wants to talk to you.
Okay.
- Asier.
- Minerva.
-Thanks for coming from so far.
-Of course. How could I not be here?
Minerva, this is Dalmira, my partner.
Nice to meet you.
Likewise.
-I'm very sorry about your loss.
-Thanks.
Does Arantxa know?
I don't know.
We haven't heard from her in some time.
Oh. Is Mom still there?
Still there.
Still by his side.
Take good care of her, you hear?
- See you soon.
- All right.
- Excuse me.
- All right.
…trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.
In the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
It's very painful,
but God chose this moment
for Mr. Enrique to rest in peace.
This is His will.
His will?
What god are you referring to, Father?
To the divine entity up in heaven?
- I understand--
- Or the god of your church? Huh?
The one you all take orders from.
Because that was the god
that chose to take my father's life.
Your church aids and abets the atrocities
taking place in this bloody country.
You look the other way
in exchange for favors…
and money.
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
In this corner, weighing 145 pounds,
stands the challenger,
here from Argentina,
César "Hammer" Montoya.
Gipsy. Gipsy.
Could I please have your autograph?
-Of course.
-Thanks, beautiful.
-What's your name?
-Ricardo.
Coming in at 140 pounds,
here with us is our Dominican champion,
the pride of San Cristóbal,
Jesús "Zurdo" Molina.
Zurdo, remember Hernán González.
Come on, remember.
Let's go, Zurdo!
Hit him hard! Hard!
There you go! There he comes!
From over there! From the other side!
Hit him hard! Hit him hard! Hard!
- Use your fists!
- That's it, slick.
Nice block.
Don't let your guard down.
That's it, keep it up. Good.
DOWN WITH THE GOAT
DOWN WITH THE GOAT
DEATH TO THE DICTATOR
How's he looking, Doctor?
- Thanks.
- Thanks.
Excuse us.
We thought you'd be celebrating.
No, no. Welcome.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you so much.
- Congratulations.
- What a treat to have you here.
I could see you from the ring.
I dedicated the fight to you.
-How are you?
-Good.
Bring us something to drink.
Don't make me look bad.
See how being on your show
brought me good luck?
I won again, Gipsy.
Arantxa.
Gipsy is just for the cameras.
Got it.
You don't look so great.
It's nothing.
I let myself get hit
just so you'd worry and look.
It worked.
Zurdo! You've made us a killing, man!
Dude, have whatever you want.
Be careful out here.
Thanks.
- Let's hear it for the champ!
- Hurrah!
Cheers.
All right, champ. Time to shower.
We're seeing progress with the School.
Everything could be back to normal soon.
Manolo, there is no normal here.
Not at the School, not anywhere.
We've gotten used to living
under ridiculous rules.
It gets exhausting.
For example, here where I'm staying.
I have to turn off the light
at ten each night,
even if I'd rather keep studying.
You can't visit
because men aren't allowed.
Well, if you could invite men,
would you let me come see you?
Yes, of course. To talk about
the political party.
But I don't have any rum or coffee.
I can't imagine
they'd let you have rum in here.
I'm sure one of the sisters
has a bottle hidden somewhere.
For sure.
Minerva, I have to admit
that when your dad died,
I was worried
you'd stay in Salcedo with your family.
I'm still not sure what I'm going to do.
I'd like to be with my mom to support her.
I doubt she'll ever get over
my dad's death.
But after my last conversation with him,
my mission is clear,
and it's to fight for him.
I can't let his death be in vain.
Of course we have to keep fighting.
More and more people
are joining the cause,
but it's not yet time to step on the gas.
After the first protests,
we have to let things cool down a bit,
keep the student assembly under control,
and build power from there.
Look, Manolo,
what I mean by fighting
is that I'm going to be one
of the first Dominican women
to get a law degree.
I want to see
more women active in political parties,
in public office, serving the country.
BOXING
Kiss me.
Tell me you'll stay the night.
I can't.
I told you I have to meet Gretchen
at the bar.
I'll talk to her and explain.
I really can't.
Then when can I see you again?
When you come back to Santo Domingo.
Why don't we stay another night
here at the hotel?
I'd love to.
-But no.
-No "buts." Hmm?
Yeah?
Yeah?
Don't you have to
go back to San Cristóbal?
I'm the champion.
They can wait.
- I can't.
- You can.
Hey, you can.
And in that house overlooking the ocean,
on the shores of the Caribbean,
you never thought of escaping?
The one time I tried…
…I realized I was locked in a gilded cage.
What happened?
I made up a show
to promote my program in Puerto Rico.
And?
At the border control,
I didn't even get a chance
to show them my fake contract.
They just put me in an official car
and sent me home.
I can't believe how well
the Goat controlled everything.
Everything.
Absolutely everything.
Gramsci said that words construct reality.
So, whoever controls words
controls reality.
It's not all bad news.
I hope this works
so they can't keep me from studying again.
This is… impressive.
I knew it. This is impressive.
Apparently, not only are you going to be
the first woman to get a law degree,
but you'll be getting it cum laude.
Can you imagine Trujillo having to
hand you your diploma with honors?
-I'd like to see that.
-It would be the happiest day of my life.
Though I would've loved for
my dad to be there with me.
I know.
I don't mean to sound negative,
but you still have several courses
ahead of you.
And nobody knows
when that beast will rear his ugly head.
I'm asking you, please,
don't give him an excuse.
Promise?
Have you spotted your friend yet?
Television is controlled by Trujillo.
Look.
They don't just control words anymore.
Now they control images too.
I saw her.
The first episode.
She looked so beautiful.
And she danced so well.
It's in her genes.
-Miss Gipsy.
-Good evening.
I'm to escort you to the car
that's waiting for you.
That won't be necessary.
Your safety has been compromised.
There are many people outside,
and we must be vigilant.
Vigilant about what?
- Being a public figure has its risks.
- Excuse me.
I have to be somewhere. If you'd like,
you can walk me to the taxi.
Forget about that. I have orders
to take you to your residence.
-Orders from whom?
-Orders from my superiors.
I don't have superiors.
This is a disgrace.
We all have superiors.
Please, come with us.
Don't touch me.
Chop it nice and small.
That's the secret.
When I'm gone, there won't be anyone
in the family who knows how to make it.
Your sisters never took an interest
in learning to make it, only in eating it.
Oh, Mom. There's still time
to make plenty of pork rinds.
- Don't talk like that.
- Oh, sweetie.
I hope so.
But with all this sadness that I feel,
I really don't know.
Your sadness will pass.
Besides,
we're going to visit you all the time.
You'd better.
Oh, my sweet Teresiña.
Your sisters left when their time came.
When you leave,
I want you to be just as happy
as they were.
Don't worry about leaving me alone
or about this or that.
-That's not your responsibility.
-Mmm.
When you become a mother,
you'll understand.
I love you, sweetie. I couldn't be happier
about how you've turned out.
But life is about giving, receiving,
taking, and then giving again.
I couldn't be prouder of my daughters.
You're my warriors.
And you're ours, Mom.
All right, get chopping.
You're my only hope with these pork rinds.
- Mom.
- Smaller.
It feels strange to have calm
amid so much craziness, don't you think?
Yeah. Thanks for insisting.
We've had a great time.
Yeah, really great.
And I've fought hard
to not talk about politics
because I could talk
for hours and hours nonstop.
For example, land redistribution,
the separation of powers, socialism.
I'm crazy about you, Minerva.
It's that combination of your beauty
and your intelligence.
When I left the other night,
I felt uneasy.
You were talking about your dad
and about your dreams,
and I kept going on
about the student assembly.
I'm sorry.
No. You don't have to apologize.
You didn't do anything wrong.
I can sometimes be a bit self-centered.
I need to stop.
I'm glad I'm not the only bad guy
in this relationship.
Relationship?
Well, what would you call this?
I think relationship is a good label,
if we have to give it one.
Hello?
Yes.
Just a minute.
Kid, there's a call for you!
You guys know I want to see
who my tough guys are!
-Hello?
-Good morning, Mr. Romero.
This is Gipsy.
I'm sorry to bother you.
I wanted to ask if the boxer Molina
is training right now.
No, he left for San Cristóbal.
He left after the fight.
He should be back in Ciudad Trujillo
in a few days to continue training.
I see.
I was asking
because he was such a hit on my show.
And now, after his big win,
it would be an honor to have him back on.
The audience was crazy about him.
41:38 04:02 p.m.
Zurdo M
I'm sure my producers would be thrilled…
to have him on our next show.
All right.
I'll pass along your message,
so long as his appearance
doesn't interfere with his training
or focus…
Héctor Bienvenido Trujillo Molina.
We have to take him out at the polls,
with free elections.
- That means waiting another four years.
- Cheater, cheater, cheater!
Our leading lady
must say goodbye to Club Caribe.
Now you'll be a star.
We are proud to announce the arrival
of television in the Dominican Republic.
You pocketed the money from the Americans.
Fucking traitor.
First, we'll go to Haiti by sea.
From there, a plane to Mexico.
Trujillo was everywhere.
Of course I knew him.
This story is inspired by real events.
All characters and events depicted
have been created for dramatic purposes.
Any similarity with reality
is purely coincidental.
She was
the best dancer in the world.
Now it's yours.
It'll bring you good luck.
Arantxa Oyamburu.
♪ The show is starting ♪
♪ The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Turn on the TV ♪
♪ It's The Gipsy Show ♪
♪ Dominicans are all moving to the beat ♪
THE GIPSY SHOW
♪ The Gipsy Show is on ♪
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the first episode of…
The Gipsy Show!
This is a show for all Dominican families,
with music, dancing, and interviews.
The CRY of the BUTTERFLIES
♪ On October 24
In my country we celebrate ♪
♪ The date of the great Trujillo… ♪
Looks like the government
is now in show business.
God.
They want to fill people's heads
with tits, asses, and fake news.
The presenter sure is pretty.
For a white girl,
she's a good merengue dancer.
Sure.
She'd sure look good
next to my brown skin.
Are you out of your mind?
You're talking about my daughter!
-Sit down!
-Calm down! Calm down!
Tomorrow, I'll return that thing
and problem solved.
- Calm down.
- Calm down.
-My bad, Vasco. My bad.
-Take it easy. It's okay.
It's okay. Just relax.
Hey, don't worry.
My bad.
Don't worry.
It was my bad.
And now, a word from our sponsors.
THE DOMINICAN VOICE
Television
Thank you very much, Gipsy. Good evening.
Tonight's sponsors are Eloria…
-How's it going?
-Good, good. First episode.
- Yes.
- Hmm.
-Julio César…
-What?
…is safe. He's okay.
How's everyone doing?
-How are you doing?
-Good.
-That's what I like to hear.
-Yes.
I know all my lines.
Excellent. Very good.
Here they are.
Gipsy, I want to introduce…
César "Hammer" Montoya,
who's here from Argentina.
-Pleased to meet you.
-Pleased to meet you. Welcome.
And this is our champion, "Zurdo" Molina.
-Nice to meet you. A real pleasure.
-Likewise.
Now I feel nervous.
No, no. Don't worry.
The questions are all ready to go.
You'll be fine.
No, I'm not talking about the questions.
No one told me the presenter
was so beautiful.
- Well…
- I'll go help people over here.
César, you sit here.
It's the hair and makeup.
Oh, please. I'm sure
you're even prettier without them.
I'm sure of it.
Thanks.
- Guys, please.
- Yes.
Everyone in their positions.
- Okay. This way.
- Please. Right this way.
Zurdo, take a seat. That's it. Let me see.
- Okay.
- Feel it, live it.
- Very good. Smile, smile.
- Yes.
That's it. All right, ready?
Three, two, one, action!
We're back with the marvelous…
The Gipsy Show!
Did it all start when
you became Gipsy?
No, it was long before that.
It started at Club Caribe.
He was obsessed with me
from the first moment he saw me.
He had…
He offered me the world.
He was so powerful.
People won't understand.
I think they will.
You were young, Arantxa.
He introduced you to wealth and power
and promised to make your dream come true.
Yes.
But don't think
the nice things lasted long.
He immediately became controlling,
manipulating me.
Making me feel like his prostitute.
The worst thing is that…
…I felt bad about myself,
which was all a part of his game.
I gave him pleasure.
I made him feel good.
And no one could help you?
Not even your father?
No. We were estranged.
And Minerva couldn't help you?
We no longer saw each other.
I didn't dare call her.
As close as we had been
when we were young…
I was…
the artist of the regime.
Mmm.
The same regime that tortured her father.
Now I understand
why you didn't go back to Salcedo.
I felt like I had betrayed them.
His symptoms are getting worse,
Mrs. Chea.
Enrique's blindness
isn't the result of his initial symptoms
but of a severe case of diabetes.
No.
My husband doesn't have diabetes.
You know that, Doctor.
Yes, but they've been giving him insulin.
Insulin?
I don't believe it.
This is getting worse and worse.
God.
Oh, Mom. What have they done to him?
Sweetie, we don't know yet if it's true.
Is it really surprising?
They've shown
that they're capable of anything, Mom.
They've been giving him
a very high dose.
Much higher than recommended.
What can we do, Doctor?
Nothing.
Just wait.
- I'm sorry.
- Thank you very much.
Thank you, Doctor.
I'll call you if anything changes.
Have a good night.
Mmm?
Dad.
Ah?
This is all my fault.
No.
No.
Forgive me for everything.
No…
Don't give up.
Gentlemen, what you're seeing here
is the image we want
to convey about the country:
a country that's thriving and modern.
As you can see in the posters,
the words in red…
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC
Welcome, Free World!
…stand out against the blue sky,
green trees, and the gray asphalt.
And…
you're saying…
that these will bring us
the international attention we need?
Yes, sir.
This is the latest thing in advertising.
Ah.
This is bullshit.
What do you think we're doing here?
A tourism ad?
This project is supposed to show that we
don't want to become an associated state.
I don't want to be turned into
America's second backyard.
I don't want us to be another Puerto Rico.
I want to make the Dominican Republic
the center of the free world.
What, are we communists now?
Fuck, just look how red that is.
Look.
Eisenhower has given me his support.
He promised me
that the United States will participate.
As did Getúlio Vargas,
General Rojas Pinilla,
Franco, Juan Domingo Perón.
All those countries
will be here with their stands and flags
to demonstrate
the moral and cultural superiority
of our countries over the communists.
But, uh… Excuse me, General.
Let me… Let me say one thing.
Uh, it seems to me that if we just
change the color of the letters,
this-- This would no--
No longer evoke communism, right?
Because these buildings look very nice.
And if we add some--
Some nice music in the background
-and one of our merengue stars--
-Stop, Petán. Stop, Stop! Stop.
That's pure bullshit, through and through.
That's just weak
and doesn't clearly convey the magnitude
of the project the way we want it to.
We have to continue
with our communication strategies.
Through radio and television.
The Fair of Peace and Fraternity
of the Free World
must be a showcase of our military power
and that of our allies,
so that the fucking communists
fucking wish they had never been born.
Get that ugly shit out of here!
Take it down and get it out of here.
It's useless.
Yes, sir.
Let's go.
Stupid piece of shit!
Excuse us.
- Honestly, that was ridiculous.
- Negro, not now. Please. Not now.
Fine.
Minerva, I'm speechless.
I remember when you told me
your dad was sick,
but I never thought it would get that bad.
The thing is, he wasn't even that sick.
He was young.
They killed him, Manolo.
They injected him with insulin,
made him sick, and killed him.
And that's not all.
Now Trujillo doesn't want me to study.
What?
I received a letter from the School.
I can no longer study there,
and I'm banned from the campus.
For what reason?
I'll start a campaign tomorrow
with contacts I have at the university.
We won't take this lying down.
They have to let you back in
and apologize.
Oh, Pierre.
Thanks for coming.
My deepest condolences.
- Pierre.
- Manolo.
What did they do to you?
Nothing. Don't worry.
Asier wants to talk to you.
Okay.
- Asier.
- Minerva.
-Thanks for coming from so far.
-Of course. How could I not be here?
Minerva, this is Dalmira, my partner.
Nice to meet you.
Likewise.
-I'm very sorry about your loss.
-Thanks.
Does Arantxa know?
I don't know.
We haven't heard from her in some time.
Oh. Is Mom still there?
Still there.
Still by his side.
Take good care of her, you hear?
- See you soon.
- All right.
- Excuse me.
- All right.
…trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.
In the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
It's very painful,
but God chose this moment
for Mr. Enrique to rest in peace.
This is His will.
His will?
What god are you referring to, Father?
To the divine entity up in heaven?
- I understand--
- Or the god of your church? Huh?
The one you all take orders from.
Because that was the god
that chose to take my father's life.
Your church aids and abets the atrocities
taking place in this bloody country.
You look the other way
in exchange for favors…
and money.
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
In this corner, weighing 145 pounds,
stands the challenger,
here from Argentina,
César "Hammer" Montoya.
Gipsy. Gipsy.
Could I please have your autograph?
-Of course.
-Thanks, beautiful.
-What's your name?
-Ricardo.
Coming in at 140 pounds,
here with us is our Dominican champion,
the pride of San Cristóbal,
Jesús "Zurdo" Molina.
Zurdo, remember Hernán González.
Come on, remember.
Let's go, Zurdo!
Hit him hard! Hard!
There you go! There he comes!
From over there! From the other side!
Hit him hard! Hit him hard! Hard!
- Use your fists!
- That's it, slick.
Nice block.
Don't let your guard down.
That's it, keep it up. Good.
DOWN WITH THE GOAT
DOWN WITH THE GOAT
DEATH TO THE DICTATOR
How's he looking, Doctor?
- Thanks.
- Thanks.
Excuse us.
We thought you'd be celebrating.
No, no. Welcome.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you so much.
- Congratulations.
- What a treat to have you here.
I could see you from the ring.
I dedicated the fight to you.
-How are you?
-Good.
Bring us something to drink.
Don't make me look bad.
See how being on your show
brought me good luck?
I won again, Gipsy.
Arantxa.
Gipsy is just for the cameras.
Got it.
You don't look so great.
It's nothing.
I let myself get hit
just so you'd worry and look.
It worked.
Zurdo! You've made us a killing, man!
Dude, have whatever you want.
Be careful out here.
Thanks.
- Let's hear it for the champ!
- Hurrah!
Cheers.
All right, champ. Time to shower.
We're seeing progress with the School.
Everything could be back to normal soon.
Manolo, there is no normal here.
Not at the School, not anywhere.
We've gotten used to living
under ridiculous rules.
It gets exhausting.
For example, here where I'm staying.
I have to turn off the light
at ten each night,
even if I'd rather keep studying.
You can't visit
because men aren't allowed.
Well, if you could invite men,
would you let me come see you?
Yes, of course. To talk about
the political party.
But I don't have any rum or coffee.
I can't imagine
they'd let you have rum in here.
I'm sure one of the sisters
has a bottle hidden somewhere.
For sure.
Minerva, I have to admit
that when your dad died,
I was worried
you'd stay in Salcedo with your family.
I'm still not sure what I'm going to do.
I'd like to be with my mom to support her.
I doubt she'll ever get over
my dad's death.
But after my last conversation with him,
my mission is clear,
and it's to fight for him.
I can't let his death be in vain.
Of course we have to keep fighting.
More and more people
are joining the cause,
but it's not yet time to step on the gas.
After the first protests,
we have to let things cool down a bit,
keep the student assembly under control,
and build power from there.
Look, Manolo,
what I mean by fighting
is that I'm going to be one
of the first Dominican women
to get a law degree.
I want to see
more women active in political parties,
in public office, serving the country.
BOXING
Kiss me.
Tell me you'll stay the night.
I can't.
I told you I have to meet Gretchen
at the bar.
I'll talk to her and explain.
I really can't.
Then when can I see you again?
When you come back to Santo Domingo.
Why don't we stay another night
here at the hotel?
I'd love to.
-But no.
-No "buts." Hmm?
Yeah?
Yeah?
Don't you have to
go back to San Cristóbal?
I'm the champion.
They can wait.
- I can't.
- You can.
Hey, you can.
And in that house overlooking the ocean,
on the shores of the Caribbean,
you never thought of escaping?
The one time I tried…
…I realized I was locked in a gilded cage.
What happened?
I made up a show
to promote my program in Puerto Rico.
And?
At the border control,
I didn't even get a chance
to show them my fake contract.
They just put me in an official car
and sent me home.
I can't believe how well
the Goat controlled everything.
Everything.
Absolutely everything.
Gramsci said that words construct reality.
So, whoever controls words
controls reality.
It's not all bad news.
I hope this works
so they can't keep me from studying again.
This is… impressive.
I knew it. This is impressive.
Apparently, not only are you going to be
the first woman to get a law degree,
but you'll be getting it cum laude.
Can you imagine Trujillo having to
hand you your diploma with honors?
-I'd like to see that.
-It would be the happiest day of my life.
Though I would've loved for
my dad to be there with me.
I know.
I don't mean to sound negative,
but you still have several courses
ahead of you.
And nobody knows
when that beast will rear his ugly head.
I'm asking you, please,
don't give him an excuse.
Promise?
Have you spotted your friend yet?
Television is controlled by Trujillo.
Look.
They don't just control words anymore.
Now they control images too.
I saw her.
The first episode.
She looked so beautiful.
And she danced so well.
It's in her genes.
-Miss Gipsy.
-Good evening.
I'm to escort you to the car
that's waiting for you.
That won't be necessary.
Your safety has been compromised.
There are many people outside,
and we must be vigilant.
Vigilant about what?
- Being a public figure has its risks.
- Excuse me.
I have to be somewhere. If you'd like,
you can walk me to the taxi.
Forget about that. I have orders
to take you to your residence.
-Orders from whom?
-Orders from my superiors.
I don't have superiors.
This is a disgrace.
We all have superiors.
Please, come with us.
Don't touch me.
Chop it nice and small.
That's the secret.
When I'm gone, there won't be anyone
in the family who knows how to make it.
Your sisters never took an interest
in learning to make it, only in eating it.
Oh, Mom. There's still time
to make plenty of pork rinds.
- Don't talk like that.
- Oh, sweetie.
I hope so.
But with all this sadness that I feel,
I really don't know.
Your sadness will pass.
Besides,
we're going to visit you all the time.
You'd better.
Oh, my sweet Teresiña.
Your sisters left when their time came.
When you leave,
I want you to be just as happy
as they were.
Don't worry about leaving me alone
or about this or that.
-That's not your responsibility.
-Mmm.
When you become a mother,
you'll understand.
I love you, sweetie. I couldn't be happier
about how you've turned out.
But life is about giving, receiving,
taking, and then giving again.
I couldn't be prouder of my daughters.
You're my warriors.
And you're ours, Mom.
All right, get chopping.
You're my only hope with these pork rinds.
- Mom.
- Smaller.
It feels strange to have calm
amid so much craziness, don't you think?
Yeah. Thanks for insisting.
We've had a great time.
Yeah, really great.
And I've fought hard
to not talk about politics
because I could talk
for hours and hours nonstop.
For example, land redistribution,
the separation of powers, socialism.
I'm crazy about you, Minerva.
It's that combination of your beauty
and your intelligence.
When I left the other night,
I felt uneasy.
You were talking about your dad
and about your dreams,
and I kept going on
about the student assembly.
I'm sorry.
No. You don't have to apologize.
You didn't do anything wrong.
I can sometimes be a bit self-centered.
I need to stop.
I'm glad I'm not the only bad guy
in this relationship.
Relationship?
Well, what would you call this?
I think relationship is a good label,
if we have to give it one.
Hello?
Yes.
Just a minute.
Kid, there's a call for you!
You guys know I want to see
who my tough guys are!
-Hello?
-Good morning, Mr. Romero.
This is Gipsy.
I'm sorry to bother you.
I wanted to ask if the boxer Molina
is training right now.
No, he left for San Cristóbal.
He left after the fight.
He should be back in Ciudad Trujillo
in a few days to continue training.
I see.
I was asking
because he was such a hit on my show.
And now, after his big win,
it would be an honor to have him back on.
The audience was crazy about him.
41:38 04:02 p.m.
Zurdo M
I'm sure my producers would be thrilled…
to have him on our next show.
All right.
I'll pass along your message,
so long as his appearance
doesn't interfere with his training
or focus…