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She's in there.
-She's in there. Look for her. -No.
Please, look for her. She's in there.
Camila, no more.
-Come on, Camila. -She's there!
Stop!
Calm down!
Relax!
Shoot. Shoot me, bastard!
Let's see you try, asshole!
I want to talk! Relax!
We're both going to die here, motherfucker!
Calm down. Look at me. Relax.
Okay?
Enough.
Calm down.
Let go of me, murderer!
Look at me!
My name is Simón Duque, the husband of the woman they threw in the lake!
It's me. The guy you talked to.
Karla, relax.
How do you know my name?
And where I work?
Your coworker at the bowling alley.
I need information
that only you can give me.
I'm going to bother you.
Excuse me.
What can I do for you?
Your phone.
Nobody touches my phone.
Your lapdog here will have to stay behind.
Relax.
Damn.
It's okay. Sorry.
Pick up, damn it! Pick up!
-This is Zacarías… -Son of a bitch!
Cami, are you okay?
Let me see.
It could be an emergency.
No, chief. Don't get used to people fixing things for you.
Today we're here, but tomorrow?
Who knows?
Let's go.
Go ahead.
Call Dr. Carrasco.
-Cami. -Dr. Carrasco.
Camila. God, Camila!
Don't die on me! Damn it, Camila!
Grandpa, don't be mad. I think I saved his life.
Samantha, you did a good thing.
Bring the motorcycle back, and I'll take you home.
Don't worry, Grandpa.
I'll go home and bring back the motorcycle tomorrow.
I love you. Bye.
Miss, are you a friend or family member of the patient who just came in?
Yeah. Well, an acquaintance, but yes. How is he? Better?
We're trying to save his life.
It seems he's had a cocaine overdose,
so if you know of any family members, I recommend you call them immediately.
Okay.
I need to find them.
Do you want people to keep dying?
Then why did you call me and tell me everything?
Conscience is a bitch.
So what's changed?
They set my house on fire
with my mom inside.
I had to start a new life.
And leave my job.
I moved to this shithole.
This is how hate feels.
I still appreciate life.
I'm not leaving here
until you tell me what you know.
Zacarías Cienfuegos.
The great strategist.
Manipulator of the masses.
The brain behind so many corrupt people.
To what do I owe the honor?
Don't tell me you're not happy to see me again.
Want a drink?
No, thank you.
The classic debate.
What's more beautiful?
The female body…
or my humble drawings?
You can create beauty on top of beauty.
My wife is expecting me. It's been a long day, and art bores me.
And I hate conceited guys like you, Cienfuegos.
Perfect.
All the more reason for me to leave.
We're more alike than you think.
Really?
You deal with people's hope.
Our organization deals in eyes, livers, kidneys,
hearts,
which also gives hope to many people.
We provide real hope.
-Not like-- -Get to the point, Sarmiento.
How's Camila liking our merchandise?
Tell her I said congrats on her latest show.
She's a great photographer. Very talented.
What do you want?
-Does she know you think art is boring? -What do you want?
Our organization wants to make an alliance with you.
And by extension,
with the next president of this country.
Stay still.
I want a cigarette. Can I?
Better not.
It's so bad for your lungs.
Lungs that could eventually be of use to someone else.
I don't see how our jobs fit together.
Our organization spans much wider than you think.
It has connections,
a wide radar,
and a portfolio of clients…
DEVICES
…who are willing to do anything
to keep their secrets from coming to light.
Like you.
What do you propose, exactly?
Once Cárdenas is president,
he needs to see our work through a softer lens.
And cancel the effort in Congress against organ trafficking.
It's not for us.
Think
about all of the people
we're giving a second chance at life to.
They called me at the last minute
because their nurse couldn't go.
Did you or did you not work at that place?
No.
When I got there and saw it was an illegal operating room,
I realized something was wrong.
The whole procedure was weird.
The donor was in terrible condition.
But the biggest shock was when she woke up,
and she looked at me, terrified.
I thought she was brain-dead, but she wasn't.
She had a bullet wound. Critical condition.
But she was alive.
And when the doctor realized…
he gave her an injection that caused sudden brain death.
It was like she died twice.
She needs an IV immediately. I need full blood work.
-And call toxicology. -Yes, Doctor.
And Zacarías?
I called him a thousand times, but no answer. He's MIA.
Wait outside, please.
Get in touch with Zacarías immediately.
Will Cami be okay?
Wait outside.
What's the hurry?
Sneaking into the party without an invite.
Pansy.
We have to teach him manners.
Relax.
There are lots of rats around here.
My men have fun hunting them.
Sarmiento.
Sarmiento!
If this alliance doesn't work…
You want to know what the consequences are?
Catastrophic. For you and your candidate.
Not to mention Camila's reaction when she finds out
how you got the heart that's keeping her alive.
I don't like being blackmailed, Sarmiento.
I know things too.
I know what your clowns look like.
I know what your crimes are, and…
don't forget who I am.
Take your time.
We're not in a hurry, but you are.
Your candidate's numbers
are horrible.
But we can help with that small setback.
You have one week. My boss won't wait a day longer.
Your boss?
Our organization is like the Hydra.
Does mythology also bore you?
A little.
It's a type of snake with multiple heads.
You cut one head off, two more grow in.
When you think you're finishing it off, it's really getting stronger.
There are heads that aren't visible.
They prefer to work in the shadows.
You moron.
WE SEE EVERYTHING WE KNOW EVERYTHING
Who are you?
What?
What happened?
I don't know.
It must have been divine punishment for ordering pineapple pizza.
I delivered a pizza to your house,
and you were on the floor, bloody and unconscious.
I called an ambulance.
You're welcome.
You overdosed.
It looked like you fell and hit your head.
The doctor said you're lucky to be alive.
Thanks.
Thank me by paying for the pizza.
I'll pay you as soon as I can.
Do you have anyone you can call? A family member?
My grandpa.
Okay.
I'll let them know you woke up.
Bring me to that shed.
You're crazy.
I told you there are dangerous people--
Why did you call me, then?
I told you.
They tried to burn me alive.
Don't get deeper into this.
You'll drown.
-You, your family-- -I don't give a shit.
I'm going to find the son of a bitch who ripped my wife's heart out.
Then you'll die soon.
Why don't you call the police?
I don't care about the police. It's my business.
Gaby, I'm taking care of some business.
Call me later.
Is it more important than your son?
He's here bawling.
He fell asleep after lunch and had a nightmare about Valeria.
It was horrible, Dad.
Shorty, I…
I told you, Mom's watching over you from heaven. Calm down.
Then why am I having these nightmares?
No, shorty.
When that happens,
think of her. Think of her voice.
Of her music…
I love you.
I'll take you there.
But it's late. Come back tomorrow morning.
After this, I don't want to see you again.
He's not here.
-No. -His clothes are gone. He escaped.
What happened? Are you okay?
Yes. I'm better now.
Don't worry. She's doing better.
She came in with severe nausea, dehydration, hypertension.
What do you mean?
Why? What happened, babe?
What happened
is called ayahuasca.
You took that shit?
Weren't you at your friend's house?
Can I ask where your common sense is?
You drugged my wife?
Tata had nothing to do with it. It was me. Calm down.
The issue is the hallucinogens in the plant.
They can alter the levels of Camila's medications.
My God. The lack of responsibility, Camila.
Do you need a brain transplant to understand what you did?
-Zacarías, low your tone. -You be quiet.
I'm sure you were an accomplice in this.
You're being rude. Calm down.
Okay, let's all calm down. Please.
Oh my God.
Yes, what Camila did wasn't smart.
We agree on that.
But we're taking care of it, Zacarías.
She'll have to stay overnight for observation.
-Really? -Of course.
Listen, Camila.
The greatest danger here
is your body rejecting that foreign heart.
That's the eternal danger.
And what you did increased that risk.
Hey!
What are you doing?
I said I'd see you tomorrow.
Karla.
Karla!
The answer lies in cosmic memory.
You were there.
Don't forget what you saw.
There's someone living inside you who wants to come out.
It's a fight between your emotions, feelings, and your new heart.
Remember that organs have a memory too.
-But… -Yes.
But you need to know who it belongs to.
And they'll let you know.
Why do I feel so weird sometimes?
Like I haven't found myself.
Out of place.
Because that heart never should've been yours.
-Hi. -Hi.
Coffee first.
Everything else second.
Thanks.
So.
What are you going to do when you find your wife's killers?
Any ideas?
Yes. I think about it every day.
And?
Are you done?
I want to get there as soon as possible.
Did your dad come home last night?
He called to say a friend had an emergency.
A friend?
Did he give you a name?
I've been calling him all morning. He's not answering.
This is where it happened, okay? I told you. I--
Are you sure it was here?
Yes.
I was here with the police.
So…
this is where Valeria was killed.
They set up the operating room in a container like this one.
They moved us away on a semitruck, so the police wouldn't find us.
After they killed her,
they proceeded with the extraction.
They gave the heart and body to some guys.
I don't know why I followed them.
I saw them throw the body in the lake.
Do you know who they gave her heart to?
No idea.
But you know the name of the guy who killed her.
Karla.
Give me a name.
I didn't know anyone.
I only knew the doctor who hired me.
Dr. Jacinto Robles.
But I deleted his number. I wanted to forget him.
But I know where his office is.
Camila, how are you?
Mom.
Zacarías, you should have told me. I'm still her mom.
I asked him not to tell you, but I'm okay now.
She's okay.
In perfect shape.
After getting high,
falling in a lake, convulsing,
and vomiting that shit she drank,
she's totally fine.
So, why did you go all suicidal?
-Suicidal? -That's the word.
Suicidal.
Enough. Please.
If you want to die, tell me. I'll help you. I'll organize the wake.
You know I live to please you.
Enjoy.
My God.
That man loves you so much, it's scary.
No, the doctor's not available today.
How can I see him? It's urgent.
Well, he has two operations tomorrow.
But honestly, I don't think he'll see you without an appointment.
Could I have his phone number? It's serious.
Of course.
Here are the numbers for our office.
You can make an appointment today or through our website.
-Thanks. -My pleasure.
How can you be so selfish?
You only think about your dumb obsession over your heart.
Lately, you think everything I do is dumb.
You want me to tell you whose it is?
I'll tell you.
It's yours.
It beats inside of you. It's yours.
-You know what the shaman said? -Who?
The scammer who almost killed you?
Fuck off!
Come here.
Let go of me.
What did he say?
"That heart never should've been yours."
Those were his words.
And I never told him about the transplant. Ever.
It's incredible.
As smart as you are, you fall for that nonsense. Really.
I'm tired of you not understanding me.
I'm freaking out, and you want me to act like a robot
so you can continue your great guru life,
creating presidents, getting them wives.
Watch your tone, okay?
You're bringing Cárdenas into this. Why?
Cárdenas, the presidency. That's all you care about.
My problems are a nuisance to you.
If it weren't for me…
you would be nothing now.
Ashes. A carcass.
Hey, Simón.
You're drinking rum this early in the morning?
She was alive.
She was alive, but…
unconscious, and…
at one point…
she opened her eyes and looked afraid, and…
those fuckers injected her with something
that made her brain-dead.
A lake.
They threw her in a lake.
They killed my wife…
and my son.
Enough! That's enough!
Understand?
Easy.
What happened to your driver?
He had an accident. He's recovering.
Is she here?
You're about to meet your future wife.
Greta Volcán,
the pinnacle of this country's beauty.
-Our first Miss Universe. -The first.
Let me tell you, that's just the start. The most impressive thing about her
is her brain.
It's an honor.
Zacarías, you've outdone yourself.
The places I could go with this beautiful woman.
Slow down, sir.
You still have to convince me to give you my vote.
First, the vote.
Believe me, Greta.
When you're filthy rich like me, no one can go against you.
There will always be someone with more money.
And that's why I want to be president.
Great.
This match is very dangerous.
Are you ticklish?
Those two need each other.
Not so fast.
If they can compromise, they'll be the perfect match.
It's weird, choosing someone to change their destiny.
Everything you asked for.
Recent tests, medical record. All of Camila's information is here.
Amazing.
We're still on the same page.
Another thing.
I'm willing to pay any price so Camila doesn't get a heart
from a murderer or an inmate.
Of course.
You'll already have the heart of a murderer.
Two together would be redundant.
I want you to get a young woman's heart.
Beautiful.
Like in life, choice has a high price.
That's not a problem.
We'll try to accommodate your requests.
It won't be easy.
Do what you have to do. I don't care if you go door to door.
I know you. You're worried.
I have to deal with something I thought was finished.
Do you prefer vodka or whiskey?
Hi.
-Ready for the class? -Yes. Are you?
-Yes. -Let me help.
Okay.
Good, no fear. Exactly.
Please, just a little…
It's almost transparent. As if you can see the other side.
I can't see you very well, but I see you're a good student.
There it is.
Good?
Okay.
I've taken better.
What do you hate most in this world?
What I hate most?
Realizing that hate exists.
You're so deep.
-And you? -Me?
Being controlled.
Being controlled? You're what they call a free spirit.
-Something like that. -Yeah?
So what is a free spirit doing married?
I've asked myself that a lot.
My mom shouldn't hear this. She loves weddings.
Why? Who's your mom?
Let's just say she's a woman who lives in the past.
Okay.
She lives in the past? How so?
Greta Volcán.
-What? -Miss Universe.
I'm not laughing.
I know her, but I didn't imagine…
That's my mom.
-Well, you can tell. -Thanks.
My mom is beautiful, but
it hasn't been easy to be such a beautiful woman's daughter.
Surrounded by photos,
talking about her big night,
how her life could have been.
But it's fine. She's my mom.
-Oh! -Oh!
-No. -Let's go.
Doris Valera, 28 years old, biologist,
professional swimmer, animal lover, single.
Isabel Zabala.
Thirty years old, artist, vegan.
She's been in a relationship for three years but is very healthy.
Valeria Duque, 36, married, two kids,
musician, marathon runner.
That one.
Congratulations.
You just chose a great heart for your wife.
I mean, don't you think the rain
always blends with the trees?
I have a theory.
Wine
goes perfectly with rain, trees, with good company.
That too.
I'm enjoying your company.
Me too.
-Really? -Yeah.
This wine is great.
Isn't it?
Besides being a good cook, because you are excellent…
Well, thanks.
…you're an actor?
-Tell me about that. -No, what do you mean?
Like, not a real actor.
I haven't done theater in a long time.
It's like… a secret vice of mine.
-Do a short monologue for me. -What?
A short monologue, something that would get a standing ovation.
Please, just something short.
-Okay. Are you ready? -Yes.
No, I won't. I have to be wasted for that.
-We can arrange that. -How? Okay, fine.
Bottoms up.
Careful.
My camera.
It's raining hard. Nonstop.
Sometimes it's good to slow down.
And wait, no rush.
Right?
Can I tell you something?
What?
It's been a long time since I've had this feeling.
Peace, tranquility, serenity?
Yes, all of the above.
-This might sound cheap. -What?
But I feel exactly the same.
This is weird, right?
It was a moment that overcame us.
Beyond judgment or common sense.
The moment we fell into the trap destiny had set for us.
Totally.
Subtitle translation by: Zach Beacher