What are you doing here?
I'm in town for the gala, and I wanted to see you.
-Is that okay? -Yes, of course.
You look better.
More blood in your face.
They don't cut your hair, do they?
Hmm. It makes you look young.
Do you remember my wedding?
That's an odd question.
Barely. I was 15 and very drunk.
You got in so much trouble.
Dad was so mad at you.
He was screaming at you in that little vestibule.
You came over and asked him to dance.
You do remember.
You winked at me.
That's right.
-I winked at you. -
My little buddy.
I didn't kill Javi.
Your son was not a traitor, Camila, and I didn't kill him.
I used his death to see who was who.
But I didn't kill your son.
Then who did?
I don't know.
Who told you?