Please, let me go.
I swear it was self-defense. I didn't want to.
Life is cause and effect.
And you caused what's about to happen to you
the moment you decided to kill one of my men.
-Please, let me go. It was self-defense. -She's so nervous.
-I didn't mean to! It was self-defense! -Relax.
Soon enough, you won't feel a thing.
Tie her up.
No!
I don't want this idiot here!
What are you doing?
Come on. Go.
Samantha is innocent.
Kill me.
Love.
Unconditional, impulsive, illogical.
It causes you to make poor choices.
But who am I to oppose?
We don't want any loose ends.
Get rid of him.
No, but not here.
We don't want to upset our donor anymore.
Fear causes damage to the body.
Let go of me!
Calm down.
Soon you won't feel anything.
Calm down.
A NETFLIX SERIES
I can't be the mother of a traitor.
But you can be related to a murderer.
He did it to save your life! What part of that don't you understand?
If I stay quiet,
I'll become an accomplice to murder.
Don't you see that?
Don't you care about ending Zacarías' career and Braulio's election?
Are you trying to mess with my life again, Camila?
Sorry.
But I don't want to live like this.
Who are you calling?
Her husband so he can stop her.
GRETA - CELL PHONE
Enough!
Please, man.
Please. I swear they won't find out.
I'll disappear, okay? Please.
It's nothing personal, dude.
So you're my daughter's boyfriend? We're going to help her.
-No! Stop! -Let me go!
Stop! You don't know them! They'll shoot us dead!
You have to be smart. You want to save her?
Relax. Now.
-We'll get her. -Okay.
Now. Let's go.
I came to give a statement regarding my heart transplant.
Very good.
-I could-- -I'll handle it.
Come with me.
ZACARÍAS - CELL PHONE
Do you know whose heart was transplanted into you?
Yes.
It was Valeria Duque's.
And how do you know if it's supposed to be confidential?
I found out that on the night of my transplant…
Valeria was kidnapped and killed…
for her heart.
That could've been a coincidence.
I thought so.
But doesn't it seem suspicious
that just when I was dying, a donor showed up out of nowhere?
Do you know how many people were before me on that list?
The person responsible
did it to save my life.
The person who did what?
Paid for Valeria's heart.
Who is that person?
My husband.
Zacarías Cienfuegos.
Why do you think it was him?
Because I found very incriminating messages on his phone.
But he did it to save my life.
He didn't want me to die.
Do you know who your husband was messaging?
A guy named Mariachi.
Are you ready to be the new First Lady?
Why do you ask?
See for yourself.
Poll results.
I destroyed Moncada in the debate.
A disaster would have to happen for me not to win.
And I don't think it will.
Let's go.
Look how beautiful our sample is, Doc.
She doesn't even need sterilizing.
-Let's prepare her for anesthesia. -No, no anesthesia. Sorry.
I promised we'd make her suffer. That's what we're going to do.
Do as Garabato says.
No questions. Go on.
Be nice.
-No! -Go.
Please!
Time to shine, Doc.
No! Let me go!
Yeah, I wasn't sure whether to adopt, but Troya convinced me.
They say children are a blessing, right?
-I'm going to see the doc. -Okay.
No! I can't work like this! Give me the anesthesia.
-Hold still! -No.
-God. -No, please!
God.
We said no anesthesia, Doc.
Enough!
Let her go!
-What are you doing, Checo? -Dad!
Don't touch my daughter.
Let her go, or I'll blow your head off.
Don't touch my daughter.
Are you high, dude?
What's wrong with you? Put that down.
Does Valeria Duque sound familiar?
You motherfucker.
She was my wife.
You killed my wife and her unborn child.
Your daughter?
Quick, Doctor. Get going!
Stay still!
Scalpel.
Dad!
Hold still!
-Dad! -Don't let them escape!
Come on. Let's get out of here!
Dad!
This time I won't fail.
Put the gun down, or I'll slit your daughter's throat.
-I've dreamed of this moment. -I'll cut it.
To meet the asshole who took my wife's heart.
This has nothing to do with me. It's way bigger than you think.
You're meddling in--
Relax.
Dad.
Relax.
Relax, there.
That's how you'll all end up, assholes!
I'm out of bullets, Mariachi!
Hold on!
Motherfuckers.
-Don't move. -Ah, motherfucker.
Hey, buddy. God bless you.
I told you not to mess with Samantha.
Fine, then. Shoot.
Come on. Do it.
You don't have the balls to kill me.
This is it.
This game is for men, chickenshit.
Always underestimating women.
Why didn't you answer your phone?
I was at the station giving a statement.
What did you want me to do?
And how did it go?
I told the truth.
That the heart inside me is Valeria Duque's.
And you paid to get it.
You ratted me out?
I'm not as strong as you are.
I can't live with the guilt.
We're a day away from the election!
You couldn't think of anything smarter to do
than ruin your life, my life, and everyone else's for your damn dignity?
You did it!
You made the choice to become a fucking murderer!
For love or whatever it was.
But I don't want to. I can't be your accomplice, Zacarías!
You're doing this so you can screw Simón Duque.
Say it.
I wish.
I wish I was as clearheaded as you think.
But you don't know the pain and confusion I'm feeling right now!
Poor you.
You're so confused.
You're so confused that you have to destroy everything!
You're a fucking traitor!
And yes.
Yes, I'm a murderer.
But it's your fault.
We're tied together forever.
The same way you can't remove that heart,
you can't remove me from your life.
Get used to it.
Because I'm all you have.
I don't understand why you didn't tell me and ended up with these guys.
What Samantha did was self-defense.
It was all my fault.
Listen. Look at me.
You have no reason to feel bad. They're responsible for your mom's death.
They deserved that and worse.
They're animals. Don't worry.
Your wife's an animal, bitch!
She squealed like a fucking pig, begging for mercy.
Simón. Stop, enough.
Enough! Stop!
Why didn't you tell me?
You were busy. Simón called us, and we couldn't wait.
Put them in the car.
Good job. Finish up and prepare a report.
You're awfully determined to do my job.
But thank you. If they talk, we'll get to the bottom of this.
You wanna get to the bottom of this?
Zacarías and these thugs.
Why not eliminate the accuser? Simón Duque.
Take it.
When they promote you, buy me a coffee.
Come here.
Park here. I need to pee.
POLICE
Come here.
What took you so long, man?
Fuck.
Let's make it believable.
Go, get in. Cuff him.
Yes.
Get in, go.
That's it.
Otherwise, they won't believe you.
Say hi to Santiaguito and Consuelo for me.
What are you going to do?
Get my grandfather and disappear.
Those guys are in jail now,
but they could come back from hell to find me.
Yeah.
We picked the worst time for you to meet my dad.
I'm sorry.
I'll miss you.
A lot.
I just wanted to spend one boring day with you.
We'll find each other again.
I have a weakness for boring waitresses.
I have a weakness for rude guys like you.
Forget everything, Samantha.
Please.
Move on and be yourself again.
I have no intention of forgetting you.
None.
Listen to me.
Don't tell your dad.
But no matter where he hides you…
I'll come for you one day.
I'll find you.
Hey.
Did you know Freddie Mercury didn't eat pizza?
Take care.
Take care of him.
Hey.
I love you.
Let some time go by.
You're very young.
You deserve a good relationship.
Shit.
Help me!
Hey, help!
Help me!
-Bracho. -Boss.
How did this happen?
Those dogs are going to pay for Jimenez's death.
I swear.
I can't believe I almost ended up like Mom.
Dad, look who came to visit.
What are you doing here? Gaby, take the kids.
-I want to stay with Camila. -Hun, listen to your dad.
Let's go.
Come on, Luqui.
Sami, what happened?
What the hell are you doing here?
I went to talk to the police.
-I told them everything. -Yeah?
Why?
Because I can't live like this.
And because Valeria deserves justice.
I don't think your husband would appreciate that, would he?
If he did this for love,
I don't want to imagine what he'd do for hate.
He must hate me.
Like you.
You can't imagine how hard it was to go from what I felt to hate.
I swear I never imagined I'd be responsible for so much pain.
Look, six months ago, a normal family lived in this house.
A very happy family, until what happened to my wife.
And I just came back from murdering a man because of your husband.
And this little girl you just saw is my daughter.
She got blood on her hands escaping from a guy sent by Zacarías.
This house is stained by death, Camila.
Me and Zacarías going to jail won't bring back your wife.
I know that. But justice will be served.
Don't worry.
Don't worry, I know you're a victim.
What I don't know is what I feel for you.
I feel the same.
But I know this nightmare won't have a happy ending.
I want to ask you for something.
Let me talk to your kids.
They deserve to know the truth.
I'd like to be the one to tell them.
Please.
The fact that your wife told the police everything
can be dealt with.
I told you before.
We see everything and know everything.
Did Camila's confession
help clear your conscience?
I don't have a reason to worry?
On the eve of the election,
it would help if she didn't talk to anyone else.
Do you think you can control her?
I'm not so sure about Simón Duque.
What do we do with him?
This might be the hardest conversation of my life.
I'm the answer to the question you've been asking.
What? What are you talking about?
A while ago,
I was diagnosed with heart failure.
It's called dilated cardiomyopathy.
I didn't have much time to live.
I didn't have a donor,
so the only thing that could save me was a miracle.
Or a crime, right?
My husband, out of desperation,
sought out some criminals, delinquents,
to find a healthy, compatible heart.
You have my mom's heart.
Is that what you're saying?
That your husband had my mom killed…
to save your life?
Samantha, I swear, I had nothing to do with it.
I didn't know.
I didn't know what my husband was doing.
I didn't know. I swear to God.
I only knew that I was going to die.
And if I could rip out the heart I have inside me,
Samantha, I swear I'd do it.
I was going to die. I knew my days were numbered.
One day, they told me they found a donor.
A donor.
They brought me to the clinic. The next day, I had a new heart.
And I was very grateful and happy.
I wanted to know what happened.
I wanted to meet her family, something.
So I decided to investigate what was happening.
And I found myself in this story.
In this terrible nightmare.
You know it's your fault my mom is dead.
-Please-- -One moment.
Because she's just fine. Sitting there like nothing's wrong.
And my mom is dead and buried.
And she's just sitting here.
It's your fault my mom is dead!
-Samantha… -You be quiet!
-No! -Lu--
What your daughter did is unforgivable, Greta.
You have no choice but to forgive her.
Is she in love with that guy?
I don't know.
I don't think she knows either.
Zacarías, you're both going to jail.
If all goes well, Greta,
your husband will be president of this country in the next 24 hours.
There's no better protection than power.
The way I fell in love with you was very strange.
Because I thought I was in love with another man.
When I saw you, I felt like my heart wanted to jump out of me.
When I met Lucas.
We had such a nice connection.
Samantha liking me, being here, in this house.
It was so nice it even scared me, you know?
I know.
I know what you're thinking right now. It's what I feel.
I feel the same.
I could never be sure which of us two you're really in love with.
I fell in love with you too.
So you have my sister's heart?
Can I offer you a drink?
No, thank you.
I found out you were asking questions
about our organization's work
to give a bit of hope
to people who are about to die.
That's what you call your butcher shop?
I'd be disappointed if you thought
such an insignificant individual as yourself
could stop such a big operation.
Your organization,
no matter how nice you make it seem, is nothing more than a gang of murderers.
I'd like to show you some of our other jobs,
which you might find a bit more fitting.
Look how pretty.
-The colored one? -Yes.
It's big.
Look what a good time Santiago is having with Uncle Fermín.
How are you doing?
Super!
Look at the ball. It's getting away. Careful.
Where's his mom?
Oh, look.
The deal I'm going to propose
will keep your family alive
because, with your pathetic police salary, it's not happening.
-Did you talk to Cárdenas? -He's waiting for us to vote.
The exit polls are starting.
The election is today.
Your guilt trip isn't the only thing on my plate.
-We have to talk. -Didn't you hear me?
How's our future president?
Today's a very important day for Zacarías.
Doll yourself up and fake it.
Babe, husbands like their women flawless.
Always smiling like a satisfied wife.
Don't forget.
Call the elevator.
TRATTORIA DI LUCCIA
We have a problem, son.
Don't worry, Dad. I'm addicted to problems.
Since we don't have a motorcycle, we have a lot of orders to go.
We'll find more motorcycles, don't worry.
Don't move, bitches!
Hold still.
What the hell are you doing here?
-Son of a bitch. -What are you doing here?
Ask your policeman friend.
I'm looking for the girl.
She's out of the country.
-Really? -Yes.
Let's go. She's not here.
People are filming.
Keep recording, and I'll shoot.
You're dead.
How are they out? Weren't they caught?
I need you to pack only the basics.
Nothing's what it seems. I need you far away, alive, and well.
Hurry.
-Lucas! -Quick.
Attention!
In line with the predictions and the polls,
candidate Braulio Cárdenas has won the presidential election
with 85% of the popular vote.
This triumph is a win for the humble folks,
the ones at the bottom.
I didn't win today, no.
Today is a win for the forgotten people
who have the power now.
From now…
What a disgrace.
…until forever.
We did it, Zac. We did it!
You're the best!
I told you to trust me, Mr. President. Didn't I?
That sounds nice. "Mr. President."
I knew we'd win.
So many corrupt people.
Disgusting.
Congrats, "Dad."
No way.
Now I'm not just Stepdad, but Dad. Come here, son.
That's right!
I can't stand this charade anymore.
Your husband has a lot more power now.
Do you really have to knock like that to deliver a pizza?
What's this? A party at my house, and you didn't invite me.
Come in. Can I get you a drink?
You're losing your touch with age, boss.
Jiménez woke up.
Jiménez is dead, Bracho. I saw when they shot him.
You mean when you shot him.
Jiménez survived.
Don't make this any harder.
Happy?
And relieved.
Thanks for sticking by my side through this.
How are things with Camila?
You were so brave.
I don't know why the police haven't contacted him.
The country's busy with something else.
Zacarías must hate you.
You know what he said?
That I'll never be rid of him.
So?
What are you going to do?
There hasn't been a president like Braulio Cárdenas in six decades.
Smile and change your face. You should be happy about my victory.
I don't know how to hide my feelings, you know?
We need a vacation. I'll organize it as soon as I can.
Enjoy your party.
Wow, this is a surprise.
We came to greet the president-elect.
What a diplomatic gesture.
Should I come with you?
Not necessary. Thanks.
You didn't come to congratulate anyone, did you?
Smart people save you so much time.
Cárdenas will have to give us some power
if you don't want us to leak a scandal of biblical magnitude.
A scandal?
Like the intimate relationship between you two?
Your husband and the country won't believe the details.
Sweetie, we're in the 21st century.
A gay relationship is nothing
compared to the president's right hand
caught up in the dark world of organ trafficking.
You don't have proof.
Yet.
But you and I are birds of a feather.
I'll send you my list of demands tomorrow.
Wait.
Lucho, I'm married. I--
Don't worry. I can be discreet.
You can stay in your closet for as long as you want.
Just let me visit once in a while.
-On your knees! -Put the gun down!
-On the ground! -Drop the weapon!
On the ground.
-Down. -Relax.
Get down.
Will we need Mariachi?
Don't worry, boss.
In life, no one's indispensable.
Congratulations, Cienfuegos.
Great work.
Mr. President, this is Juan Carlos Sarmiento.
I'm very happy to be working together, Mr. President.
Get this bastard out of my house.
You just made the worst mistake of your life, Zacarías.
This is the perimeter to collect evidence.
-Give this report to forensics. -Camila.
Grab him.
Stay calm, Cienfuegos.
-Camila! -This is a crime scene!
-Camila! -Take him!
What did they do to Camila?
It was Sarmiento!
Good afternoon.
Mrs. Juana Márquez, have a great trip.
-Thank you. -Okay.
On the day of your wedding,
Valeria said she'd love you even after death.
Yes.
What about it?
Camila is the incarnation of that promise.
-Did everything go well? -Yes.
Thanks for helping me.
My theater friends were happy to help.
And we have Bracho to thank too.
Take care of your dad, okay?
Take care of my mom's heart.
I will, above all else. I promise.
Goodbye, Camila.
Have a good trip.
-Take care. -You too.
Have a good trip.
Everyone says the heart is where feelings live.
Emotions that define us as human beings.
Love, joy, fear, sadness, pain, hate.
In the 30 years I've spent as a heart surgeon,
I've heard many stories, tales, and urban legends,
that talk about people whose feelings change
when they get a new heart.
It's as absurd as rumors
of organ trafficking networks in this country.
Welcome.
Thank you.
I was sent here by Dr. Carrasco. He said you could help me.
That depends.
Only if you're desperate and willing to do anything.
Mr. Cienfuegos sends his regards.
When we transplant a heart,
we're just relocating a hydraulic pump.
An amazing muscle
that circulates blood throughout our bodies.
The heart is just a symbol.
The most universal symbol of all.
The heart is the supreme symbol.
Its image holds the mystery of life.
And of love.
That day, I decided to get to know my guest better,
although I realize our relationship had a good start.
We fell in love with the same man.
WE SEE EVERYTHING, WE KNOW EVERYTHING!
Subtitle translation by: Zach Beacher