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Don't touch her.
Don't go near her if you know what's good for you.
She needs help. Please.
That's why I'm here. To help her.
So go away.
Don't lay a hand on her.
It's an order from Zacarías Cienfuegos.
Get lost, damn it!
I have to go home now.
-What is it? -Camila. She fainted.
Take care of her.
Don't worry about anything else.
Okay.
What's up, Doc?
Did we order pizza?
Of course.
I'm the Neapolitan. Garabato's the vegetarian.
And this guy, based on his smell, must be anchovies.
Don't bother him, Rojo. Can't you see the old man's senile?
Sócrates, your grandson's in a bind.
We'll stay here to watch his belongings.
It's a lot of money, Tomás.
What assurances do I have?
I can pay interest. Whatever you want.
If not an advance, it could be a loan.
What did you need this money for?
It's a family matter.
Don't leave me hanging, dude.
I'll pay whatever, but I need that money.
Do you listen when I talk?
The guy who came around asking questions was sent by Camila's husband.
He's not connected to Valeria's murder.
That's great news. That means he's not looking for you.
Not for me, but for Camila.
There must be a reason why.
Something weird is going on, Julio.
Weird? He's a jealous husband. What's weird about that?
Think about this. It's the perfect time to call it quits.
-Where's Camila? -In her bedroom.
Sir.
Camila wasn't alone.
SIMÓN CELL PHONE
Now you're answering other people's phones?
What happened? Are you okay?
Time got away from me. I don't know what happened.
But since Tirso is breathing down my neck, I'm safe to faint anywhere.
Or you can ask the pizza man to rescue you.
Right?
Are you going to explain what's going on with this Simón guy?
You won't like the answer.
Don't worry, babe.
Bad news is part of my job.
Imagine,
cheating wouldn't be the worst news.
Stop playing games.
Tell me. Are you sleeping with the pizza man?
His name is Simón Duque.
Sound familiar?
He's Valeria Duque's husband.
The woman who was killed
to give me this heart.
A promise is a promise, girl. That's it.
Come on.
-Come. -No. Please, no.
-Come on. -No.
-Come on. -No! Please, no!
-No, he should be coming back. -This is how you eat tender meat.
Tomás should be back soon.
-Please. -You like that?
Let go of me!
-Come on. -No!
Yes.
Fuck. Pick up!
No!
Let her go, or I'll kill you!
Relax, the old man is just playing superhero.
You won't do it.
Put that shit down.
Give me that. You don't even know--
Samantha, what did they do?
I didn't mean to.
He aimed at me. I took the gun, and it went off.
Bastard.
We have to leave. What if a neighbor called the cops?
Or one of these bastards.
That's what we have to do. Wait for the police.
Samantha, if the police come, we go to jail.
Or if any of these guys let their people know, we're dead.
Grandpa, come on. We're going.
-You're coming with me. -No!
Do whatever you want, but don't pull me into it.
-Come on. -Let go of me!
Grandpa, come on!
I met his kids.
A beautiful daughter and a charming son.
They're a broken family, Zacarías.
I can imagine.
Does the husband know you have his wife's heart?
No, I haven't been able to tell him.
It's better if you don't.
Not until we know what happened.
Babe, it's not a good idea.
Another one, please.
I need it.
I have to call Mom. She's driving me crazy with the wedding.
Did you change the password?
Why do you need my phone?
Is there a secret I shouldn't know about?
I change the password every three days.
I'm working on a campaign. There's sensitive information there.
Don't worry.
I'm not one of those wives who check their husbands' phones.
-What do you need? I'll give you the code. -It's fine.
You know what? I'll get my charger.
Take it. Why? Come on.
Here.
-Here, Luqui. -Thanks.
The ravioli's almost ready.
Hey, honey. We're home.
-Hi. -Dad.
-Hello. -Hi.
-How are you?
-Well. -Well?
Hi, dude.
-Staying for dinner? -Yes, thanks.
Are you here for us?
When are we going home?
Soon.
Was Camila there?
When she comes, I want to see her.
-I'm so happy to see you. -Me too.
Where's Samantha?
She's been locked up in her room since she got back.
How are you?
Good.
-I'm glad you're here. -Sami.
I asked how you're doing.
How are you?
Hanging in there.
I love you, Dad.
I love you more.
Come here.
I've missed you so much.
They don't have girls like this where I'm from.
Welcome to heaven, dude.
I've been here a month but can't find work. Got any leads?
No, none.
Make it two, please.
Unless the cowboy doesn't want a taste of the local flavor.
What's up?
One coming up.
So, you're looking for work?
What can you do?
A bit of everything.
-Everything? -Yes.
"Everything" is a big word.
This bar is full of bums, gamblers, thieves.
And even whores.
Wow.
If I don't know your skills, I can't help you.
Didn't you hear me? I can do everything.
And you know what?
I'm packing heavy.
-High caliber. -You think?
Long barrel.
I like you, Mexican.
Come back tomorrow.
Maybe I can help you.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
I hate when they don't have cash.
I'll put an ATM on my ass and see what they say.
A payment terminal-- What?
It's a joke, Mariachi.
Are you going to keep eating oranges?
Or would you rather try these ones?
Don't start what you can't finish.
Of course I can finish it.
I love happy endings.
Your citrus lips are so tasty.
I talked to Dallas.
I told her we want to adopt a kid.
She gave me the number of a social worker.
Tomorrow, after we finish work…
we'll go somewhere to talk about it.
Hopefully, we can have a little Fermín.
It won't be easy.
Convincing a state institution to give a child to a stripper and a…
foreigner doing questionable work.
I told you, it's not a problem.
I'll take care of it.
It's no hassle. I'll deal with it.
Don't worry.
I told you I don't want a stolen child.
No, Mariachi.
That's a sin.
What's up, Garabato?
What?
What do you mean dead, asshole?
What happened?
I told you not to do any fucking side jobs, damn it.
Get rid of the body. Tomorrow we'll talk.
Mom, I had to stop by the hair salon. Don't worry. I'll be on time.
I just got here.
Okay? Love you, bye.
I'll be about two hours, Tirso.
-Don't worry. -No, it's fine.
-I'll see you. -Okay.
I won't take long.
Put your seat belt on.
-I don't understand. -Yes, you do.
Camila's supposed friend is Simón Duque.
The husband of the woman who was murdered.
Did Camila tell him?
No, she swore she wouldn't.
But I don't believe her anymore. She's out of control.
She has a right to be.
Put yourself in her shoes.
Put yourself in mine.
Where's Camila now?
At the hair salon.
But I have Tirso watching over her.
Wait here.
Are you sure?
Tell me what you need.
I need to hack my husband's phone.
Some things are better left unknown.
All men cheat.
You have to learn.
The easiest way is to take the SIM card out of his phone.
We clone it on a laptop and find out everything.
Piece of cake.
Impossible.
My husband never puts his phone down.
It's like a part of his body.
Well, there are other ways. But they cost more.
Here you are, sir. The ashes are yours.
-Our deepest condolences. -Thank you.
Have any of Karla's relatives come by or…
No, sir.
Just a coworker. She's been here for a while.
Okay. Thanks.
-Go ahead. -Excuse me.
DJ or nurse?
The man at the desk said you were coworkers.
I wasn't sure if he meant the club or the hospital.
From the hospital.
I'm a nurse.
Simón. Nice to meet you. I'm-- Well, I was a friend of Karla's.
Is your new trick showing up uninvited to parties or what?
No, we're here for a wake.
More like a burial.
We're burying our candy's happiness.
Leaving two girls in their twenties to be with someone in her hundreds?
You're right. This is a wake, actually.
Because, if you didn't know, you're both dead to Braulio.
Get ready, ma'am. You need to love that man to deal with him,
and you don't love him.
Did you know he snores like a pig?
He's vulgar too.
But we adore him just the way he is.
However, you're just with him for his money.
Do I really look
poor to you, girls?
Don't let your guard down. We won't be far.
When was the last time you saw her?
Months ago.
I was busy, and I asked her to sub in for me.
A job for Montejo?
No, Juana. I work with them too. Relax.
What do you do?
I sell medical supplies and…
Actually, I had merchandise to deliver,
but my phone was stolen.
They're dangerous people. You don't want to do business with them.
No. I mean, things are hard. Sometimes I have to.
Could you give me Montejo's number?
I'll give it to you, but no one can know where you got it.
Don't worry.
-Together for change. -For change.
-Thank you. -Thank you. Welcome.
A photo.
This is getting dangerous, Marcelo.
Camila befriending the donor's husband…
It's too dangerous.
You still call her "the donor"?
I don't have time for guilt.
Be careful with what you do next. You're already on thin ice.
Sorry we're late.
-Hello. -How are you?
-I almost killed my hairdresser. -Your mom's ready to do the same to you.
But it's worth it. You look beautiful.
-You too. -You better mean that.
Come on.
-Hi. -Look who's here.
-You look beautiful, Mom. -Let's get a photo, please.
Grandma, we're here.
Okay, let's get to it.
Okay, Grandma.
Hurry.
IN POSITION
ÁLVARO'S AUNT READY FOR TRANSMISSION
All good?
-Come get a drink with me. -Great idea.
-What happened, Bracho? Did you catch him? -No.
Montejo works for one of those illegal abortion clinics,
but there's no trace of him.
Abortion clinic?
Damn.
Montejo continues to surprise us with his medical endeavors.
He's so good at hiding, he could be anywhere.
What a dog.
Nervous?
Of course.
I'm lined up for slaughter.
Don't worry. There's no turning back now.
Just smile and sign like you couldn't be happier.
Everything's going perfectly. All the press came.
I love weddings.
Even for marriages of convenience.
And having a president stepdad doesn't hurt.
Let's take a photo.
What are you doing here?
Forgiving your rude choice to not invite me
to the wedding of our newest associate.
How'd you get in without an invite?
Are we really harping on such trivial details?
We see everything. We know everything. We can do everything.
Can I meet the happy couple?
No way. There's too much press. You can't be that visible.
It's so great to meet you.
Your husband's spoken so much about you.
Really? I wasn't aware.
Juan Carlos Sarmiento, your biggest admirer.
Your photography is not only impeccable
but also very inspiring.
Thank you.
Camila, come. I want a photo with you and Lucho.
Excuse me.
Thanks for your kind words. I'm glad you like my work.
You can't imagine.
-Lucho. -Your mom's calling.
I want you to stay away from my wife.
Working for the ungrateful is like putting perfume on a corpse.
Don't forget your wife's alive thanks to my services.
I'd have liked this to be more discrete,
but you left me no choice.
I think it's time
to talk with Cárdenas about our future plans.
I'm going to get some whiskey.
What do you think?
BLOCKING SIGNAL
Jairito.
Your phone won't work. I just blocked all signals.
Okay, Grandma.
Here is Miss Greta Cárdenas.
Bravo!
-Thank you. -So beautiful.
My Rosita.
Hey, do you have Wi-Fi? Mine's gone.
You two are so unbelievable.
You'd rather keep texting instead of congratulating your mom.
Congrats, you two.
You make a lovely couple.
And a powerful one.
I guess this is where I congratulate you and wish you a long and happy marriage.
What a prickly daughter you have.
I never agreed with this arrangement.
All marriages are a business. Even yours.
-Look, Zac. -Excuse us.
-Braulio, Greta, congratulations. -Thank you.
I sincerely hope you'll be as happy
as Camila and I are.
Thank you, Zac.
-You convinced me to face the music. -The best song of your life.
The response online is great. Look at this.
I guarantee you'll be up ten points in the next poll.
Look at this.
-You owe me. -That's right!
-What's up with the signal? -What?
Can I? I found an open network.
Marcelo, check what's happening with the Internet.
Here, let me see.
Look who messaged us, my God.
Who is that?
Let's take a photo.
Later I'll tell you.
This is his phone.
Delta to Control. Internet failure.
We'll scan the perimeter.
Cárdenas can't meet him.
There's no way he'd understand.
Nice show.
This is Marcelo, my right hand.
I know exactly who you are. Marcelo Samper. A pleasure.
Juan Carlos Sarmiento.
I'm the director of an export company,
mainly in the medical field.
Nice to meet you.
Well, guys…
I'm ready to meet the groom.
Braulio, Greta, Mr. Sarmiento didn't want to leave without saying hi.
Congratulations.
Did you get the Cuban cigars I sent?
Oh, that was you.
They're very good.
But where are the hot women who brought them to me?
Today I only bring good wishes for your marriage.
Plus, I think you have enough company with this amazing woman.
Besides being a gentleman, you're also very observant.
Thank you.
Zacarías and I were planning a dinner for us
so we can talk about our interests for the future.
No way.
Now anyone thinks they can come and give orders to my people?
We'll talk about it. Let's not interrupt anymore.
Don't worry. Go on.
I won't even have coffee with that man.
I don't give a fuck who he is. Okay?
-Zacarías. -What?
The Internet issue has been solved.
Something wrong?
They're in.
Are you sure you want to know?
It's the only way I can keep living under the same roof as Zacarías.
Yeah.
Truth is always the shortest path.
Even if it's to hell.
LARROTTA TECHNICAL INSTITUTE
What do you want?
To watch out for you. I want to protect you.
I bought tickets to leave the city today.
Come with me. Trust me, it's for your own good.
No. For my own good, I have to stay away from you.
Since I met you, you've only caused problems.
And I'm…
This isn't my world. I'm not like that, okay? I'm not a--
Okay, I get it but listen.
If you stay here,
you'll spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder.
Is that what you want?
What I do or don't want isn't your problem.
The only two people who knew I was there
are dead.
This was a mistake, Tomás.
The worst mistake…
of my life.
So leave me alone, please.
I don't ever want to see you again.
Life is an hour.
We're the minutes. Enjoy the seconds.
Especially if it's with a woman like my Greta de Cárdenas!
Cheers to life!
Oh my God.
We're married!
Cheers, Commander.
-Let's go. -Zac! Zac, my man!
The man is here! This is my man!
He's going to make me president, motherfucker.
Zac, I love you.
I love you too, but we have to go.
-No! -Greta, we have to go.
Zacarías, it's my wedding. I'm the star.
One more drink, and Cárdenas will end up peeing in the bushes.
-No. -Yes.
One photo of that and goodbye presidency.
I'm guessing you want to be the First Lady.
Yes, I do.
You do.
-Let's go. -No! Greta, no.
Fast and Furious!
The twins are in the house.
No, I want to stay.
-Rosa! Marcelo! The cameras! -Put it away.
I'm seeing the couple out. See you at home, okay?
-Bye. -Bye.
Come, my love.
How's it going?
I think I found something.
But I think you should see it yourself.
This is the guy I told you about, the one who's packing.
-How you doing? -Fine.
My name's Sergio, but they call me Checo.
Have you been talking about me?
Kind of.
Dallas gave me the big details.
But I need to confirm it's not just talk.
Dude, what are you doing with my girlfriend?
Honey.
Don't leave like this. You're not well.
I know what you just learned is horrible, but…
No. Please, no!
We'll continue providing updates
on the search, exhumation, and identification
of the body found a few hours ago.
From the early hours of…
Some guys took out her heart to sell it.
They needed a transplant to keep someone else alive.
Why?
I'm sorry, babe.
This is crazy. It's amazing.
The wedding was a success, babe.
Politically, I mean.
The comments are great. We're trending.
Your mom was great! The country is eating out of her hand!
Let me tell you about getting a drunk Cárdenas into bed.
Are you listening?
Who's Mariachi?
I don't know what you're talking about.
So you're sending countless messages to someone you don't know?
It was you, Zacarías.
You had Valeria Duque killed.
Subtitle translation by: Zach Beacher