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Ishia Bennison (The Mother) and Colin Morgan (Carlos)

THE MOTHER: I’m an understanding mother. Find yourself a boyfriend and be happy. You can bring him round for lunch on Sundays. I can do us a nice mondongo. As a family.
CARLOS: I hate mondongo.
THE MOTHER: Really?
CARLOS: I’ve always hated it.
THE MOTHER: Sancocho then.
CARLOS: Mum, I’m vegetarian.
THE MOTHER: No wonder you’re miserable. You’re not eating anything.
CARLOS: We need to talk about dad.
THE MOTHER: No.
CARLOS: I’ll talk to him then.
THE MOTHER: No. What father wants to find out his son is a homosexual? I’m different, I’m a modern, sophisticated sort of woman, I’ve had cancer, I can cope with anything.

Colin Morgan (Carlos) and Eugene O’Hare (Sergio)

SERGIO: Carlos, I don’t hate you for being my brother.
CARLOS: Sergio, I don’t hate you for getting better grades than me.
SERGIO: I don’t hate you for doing it with men.
CARLOS: I don’t hate you for being a father-to-be.
SERGIO: I don’t hate you for not envying me.
CARLOS: I don’t hate you for tearing up my porn.
SERGIO: I don’t hate you for being effeminate.
CARLOS: I don’t hate you for being ashamed of me.
SERGIO: I don’t hate you for not voting.
CARLOS: I don’t hate you for voting Uribe.
SERGIO: I don’t hate you for being a vegetarian.
CARLOS: I don’t hate you for having money.
SERGIO: I don’t hate you for being bipolar.
CARLOS: I don’t hate you for not being dad’s son.
CARLOS and SERGIO: I don’t hate you for hating dad.
CARLOS: So?
SERGIO: What?
CARLOS: We can’t leave it like this.
SERGIO: Look, we’re not doing anything.
CARLOS: But…
SERGIO: I’ve got a job…
CARLOS: But…
SERGIO: A wife.
CARLOS: But…
SERGIO: And soon I’ll have a son. I’m going to chew up all my anger and swallow it bit by bit until I get used to it living inside me. You do the same. Nobody can know anything about this.
CARLOS: Not about us, no… but the Tania thing… people know about that anyway.
SERGIO: There’s a long silence while I listen to what he’s thinking…
CARLOS: …that all we need for justice to be done is a good pretext: a kid from a poor family, abused by his mum’s boss. He looks at me.
SERGIO: I look at him…
CARLOS: He’s not going to admit I’m right.
SERGIO: I’m not going to admit he’s right.
CARLOS: But he knows I am. And he’ll do something about it. I’ll sleep better now.

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