[dramatic music playing]
[Sarmiento] Hmm.
You have selected an excellent candidate for your daughter.
So let's take a look.
Irene Valdez, female, single, 46 years old.
Unmarried, no children.
Former history teacher.
Runs a small café, owns two cats.
The only two that will miss her.
Great way to manage your guilt. Well done, Simón.
And a small treat for your anniversary.
Congratulations on your 25 years of marriage.
[woman] That's so kind of you, Irene.
Thank you so much.
-Bon appétit. Enjoy your day. -[woman] Thank you so much.
-Bye. -[man] Thanks.
You know what really moves me?
That it's Cienfuegos who's paying for your daughter's transplant.
You two are gonna be great friends.
Why do you do this? Hmm?
How do you have the stomach to do this shit?
The demand for organs is constantly increasing.
But none to be found.
If there were more people who accepted to donate their organs…
[chuckles]
…well, then our services would no longer be required.
If you're so interested in our business, maybe you should join us, Checo.
That way, you will see how we get your daughter's heart.
Dr. Carrasco,
Mr. Simón Duque.
Our young patient's father.
I believe you already know each other.
Yes.
[Carrasco] You have no need to worry, Mr. Duque.
Everything will be fine.
I have already seen her medical file. She's a healthy young woman.
There should be no problem with the heart transplant.
[Sarmiento] Dr. Carrasco is an eminent surgeon.
One of the best in his field.
I mean, look at Camila. See how well she's doing?
So, Simón…
[dramatic music building]
You fucker!
[exhales]
[dramatic sting]
[Simón breathing heavily]
[dramatic swell]
[dramatic music building]
A NETFLIX SERIES
["In a Heartbeat" by Cavendish Music playing]
THE MARKED HEART
[Camila] Simón is about to give in.
I'm convinced he's already chosen the new victim.
He knows who they're gonna kill already.
Imagine if he goes through with this. He'll never be the same again.
Put yourself in his shoes, Cami.
What happens if Sammy dies?
Imagine his guilt knowing that he could've done something.
It's murder, Tata.
It's not just something that happens. We're talking about someone's life.
There has to be another solution.
You're not responsible for what Zacarías did.
And you're not responsible for the decision Simón makes.
But I'm caught in between.
I know I love Simón.
What if he does something he'll regret?
I can't sit by and watch him destroy his life.
[Tata] What're you going to do?
Camila, you have to think about what you're doing.
Can you think of anyone who would want to do this to you?
[Portillo scoffs]
I'm a journalist, Camacho. I have enemies everywhere.
Well, this enemy wants you six feet under.
I really have no idea.
Maybe those organ traffickers? I don't know.
I think they want to thank me for the free publicity I'm giving them.
If they wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead.
-My opinion… -[Portillo chuckles]
-…they were sending you a message. -A message from who?
Huh? The organ traffickers?
Or the bastards in the government protect--
[Tulio] Got no proof, Portillo.
No proof, huh? Hmm.
I won't let them stop me. You got it? I'm gonna get those fuckers.
Portillo, I don't have to tell you
this country's filled with the bodies of proof-hunting journalists like you.
You need to calm yourself down.
I told you, Camacho. I'm gonna get to the bottom of all this shit. Hmm?
Why are you doing all of this?
It's protection, Lorena.
The sharks have smelled blood. They're starting to circle their prey.
-I'm always one step ahead. -Because of Camila?
Is that it?
I've never seen you like this before.
Stop this madness now, Zac. Why are you taking all this risk?
Haven't you realized that your strategy has failed?
That you've lost Camila?
It ain't over till it's over, Lorena.
That's from Yogi Berra.
He wasn't just a baseball player, he was a philosopher.
-Mmm. -Here.
Keep this well hidden.
Especially from Fausto.
Don't worry about Fausto.
Darling, you really need to relax and focus on more important things.
I am completely focused on the important things.
Do exactly what I say.
Rosa. Rosita.
-Rosa. -[Rosa exhales]
My first mistake as president was to have left you with Zac.
So tell me.
How's he treating you?
-Have you got your own place? -Hmm.
Are you getting the recognition that you deserve?
-[Cárdenas exhales] -[Rosa] Mmm.
A raise in my salary would be nice. Hmm?
It is very obvious to me that you're too much of a woman for Zac.
Well, if you need an assistant…
No. No, no.
For the moment, I need you exactly where you are.
I don't get it.
[Cárdenas chuckling]
[Cárdenas inhales deeply]
I'm sure you get it.
First things first. Let's prove your loyalty.
Zacarías is conspiring against me, you see.
And as president,
I must know absolutely everything.
For example,
what color is your underwear?
[pensive music playing]
Scarlet.
Naturally.
-Hmm? -[Cárdenas exhales]
If you get me the information that I need,
your assets will grow.
What do you say?
I say that you are a great president.
-Hmm? -I know.
-[both chuckle] -[upbeat music playing]
[Greta] My husband is an animal.
He should've never treated you like that, Camila.
Did he apologize?
Can we just forget about him, please?
Right now, I really need your help. I'm desperate.
Mom, we absolutely have to find a heart for Samantha.
[Greta sighs]
I'll do everything within my power to help.
And maybe then
I can help make things up to you.
Listen.
Recently, I haven't been there for you.
And as a mother, I’ve been far from perfect.
I was just so grateful to Zacarías that I forgot to…
You forgot to listen.
All you ever did was listen to Zacarías. So in the end,
I felt so lonely.
It was unforgivable.
But from now on…
[Greta sniffles]
…I promise
no matter when, no matter where, no matter what,
I won't let you down.
[Camila breathes shakily]
[Camila sobbing]
Thank God, Mama! [inhales shakily]
-My baby. -[Camila whimpers]
[Camila exhales]
I’m sorry.
Forgive me.
[Greta sobbing]
Braulio spoke with Zacarías.
He insisted that he put an end to it all.
He won't do it.
Since the beginning, his plan is to pay for her transplant.
He even gave Simón a catalog of donors so he could choose one.
What do you mean by "a catalog of donors"?
They're absolute monsters, Mom. It's terrifying.
[Greta breathes deeply]
Simón will not let his daughter die.
He's gonna become exactly like Zacarías.
And if he does, he'll never gonna forgive himself.
Did you see the news about the man who was stabbed at the hospital?
Yes.
He was gonna be her donor.
But those bastards killed him so Simón would have no choice.
Dear God.
[Greta breathes deeply, sniffles]
As this country's First Lady,
it's time to use my powers.
It's time to find a heart for that young girl.
[Camila breathes shakily]
Let's face it.
If you're alive today, it's because you have her mother's heart.
[line ringing]
[Simón exhales]
[Simón] Take…
[Samantha] Two.
[Simón] Two.
-[Samantha] Yeah. -[Simón] Every five hours.
-[Samantha] Okay. -Okay.
Here.
[Samantha] Hmm.
You okay, Dad?
You're acting strange.
Me?
No, I'm okay.
Are you sure?
You sure you're okay?
Yeah.
[Simón inhales]
When you were born, I remember
being so scared. [breathes shakily]
Back then, there was no podcast on how to be a father.
Everything terrified me.
I would go to your room
just to make sure that you were okay, that you were still breathing.
I was so scared that
you might fall, or choke on an apple or something.
And of course, you were fine.
Time passed by, and here we are.
Yeah, here we are.
[Simón] You know what your grandma said?
My mom?
A father's job is so easy.
[Simón breathes deeply]
All I had to do was simply keep you alive.
[exhales] And I mean, sure, you fell a lot and hurt yourself,
but those are just scars.
Samantha.
I love you.
Hmm?
I know.
But I'm just so scared, Dad.
People my age think that
we're immortal.
[gentle music playing]
Hey.
Embrace your life.
I will do my job and you will do yours. Now get some rest.
How will you do yours?
[door slams shut]
[cell alarm buzzes]
[Sofía] What's going on? Why so serious?
[Polo] Just found out that in three days, we'll be transferred to prison.
[Polo exhales] No, no, no, no!
-Hey, Tomás. -We're fucked.
You gotta talk with the old man. Tell him to get us out.
He got out. He can help us too.
You're wasting your time talking to the piece of shit.
-[Polo] Shut it, Sofía. Do something, man! -[Sofía] Fucking traitor.
[Polo] Ah! [exhales] No!
I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! Ugh!
[Sofía sighs]
[Polo exhales]
-Muñoz. -[Muñoz] What?
-What are you doing? -Chill.
What do you want?
Sorry to bother you, man. I need to speak with Camacho. It's urgent.
Oh yeah?
What the hell's so urgent?
Well, I have valuable information I'm sure he'll find interesting.
What kind of information?
I have those names he wanted from Simón Duque.
I'm ready to negotiate. Huh?
-[Muñoz smacks lips] -Can you call him?
-Yeah, sure. -Thanks, man.
-I'll let you know. -Thanks.
-What the hell? -Shh, take it easy.
[Polo breathing shakily]
[line ringing]
Mariachi,
we have a problem, man.
That little birdie wants to sing.
[exhales]
Yeah, it's done.
Let's shut that little birdie up.
[line ends]
[dramatic swell]
Sorry, the traffic was really bad, and I had a long night.
Hey, that's okay, man.
[Willie grunts]
I'm only gonna say this one more time.
You call that woman of yours, okay?
We need to see her today. It's urgent, you got that?
-There you go. Have yourself a nice day. -[Willie exhales]
[Mariachi] Let's go.
[Willie exhales]
[tires screech]
-[phone vibrates] -One second.
Hello?
My mana!
"My mana"?
My wonderful manager. How is he?
[Willie inhales]
Can you come to the club?
[Nicky] Today?
But it's my day off and I'm with Sammy. Why?
Well, you see, the guy from the record company,
he just called and he wants to see you today.
Wow, okay. Well, then, I'm on my way.
Wait for me.
[Nicky exhales]
Sir, I just need five minutes. It's very important.
Inspector, if this is something to do with the attack on that journalist,
just take care of it.
It's about Mr. Cienfuegos.
Come this way.
What about Zacarías?
I just learned that he's involved with some very dangerous people.
Dangerous?
-Organ traffickers. -Shh!
I hope your quota of fuck-ups ended with the bank.
It's time we finished with the pizza guy.
No need to worry. My team has everything under control.
And today we will end this business.
[Sarmiento inhales]
Are you okay?
I've never seen you this nervous before.
I'll be fine once all of this business is done
and I can focus on my family.
[chuckles] I wouldn't want you to forget
our future business agreements.
Keep me informed.
[Simón exhales]
[exhales]
[phone vibrating]
Hey.
It's his voicemail.
[voicemail] Your call…
Oh God, I hope we're not too late.
It's true, then. You love him.
More than anything.
Can I ask you for another favor?
[Greta] Of course.
Can you use your power to get Samantha's boyfriend released?
The young man from the bank?
-Camila. -It's all Zacarías' fault.
You have to believe me. Tomás would never rob a bank.
Right now, he should be with Sammy.
Everything that can bring her peace of mind is important now.
You should understand that.
You went through it with me.
I'm begging you.
People are going to ask questions, Camila. It's not gonna be that easy.
I'm not sure this is a good idea.
Think about it.
[Camila exhales]
Pick up, Simón. [exhales]
Please tell me that you didn't do it.
Let me know where you are.
[sighs]
This is a sensitive situation, Camacho.
The question is how far up does this go? Do you think the president is involved?
If this is the case,
then the ship and its crew are going down.
And I have no intention of going down with it.
So what next?
Continue your investigation as usual, Inspector.
And keep me informed of your findings.
-Will do, sir. -Camacho.
Nobody else is to know about this.
Understood?
Nobody.
Yeah.
[cell alarm buzzes]
-So what's this? -Just sit down, okay?
Your aunt baked you a cake.
I don't have an aunt.
Eat the cake.
-[Sofía exhales] -[Muñoz coughs]
IT'S EITHER YOU OR TOMÁS
[dramatic sting]
It's time to make a decision.
Listen to your aunt, Sofía.
[laughs]
Do visitors come to this grave?
Not really. Just the mother.
She used to come every Sunday, always the same time.
And always with the same flowers.
Except last week…
-Last week, she never came. -Hmm.
There it is.
Oh, it's very recent.
[dramatic swell]
[camera shutter clicking]
-[Irene] Thank you. -[man] Table five.
Do you think that's her?
Yeah.
Good afternoon. Can I get you something?
Yes, two beers for us, please. And for baldy here, hibiscus tea?
No, no, no. No, why?
You know what? Today I'll drink with you guys.
Three beers. We're here to celebrate, right?
-The menu's here. -[Mariachi] Thank you.
If you have any questions, we have the best food in town.
-We'll see about that, won't we? -It's true. I guarantee it. [chuckles]
-[Saturno] Thank you. -I'll be back.
[phone vibrating]
Hey, Checo. Look where we are, buddy. And take a look at that.
She really is pretty, don't you think?
And you know what? She's also a great cook.
So we're gonna hang on to her for some food.
And you know what else?
It seems she also has a really good heart.
[laughs]
[jazz music playing faintly]
[Simón inhales]
What if Camacho doesn't want to negotiate?
Listen, Tomás. Tell Sammy's dad to get us out of here.
Simón must be busy trying to save Samantha.
[chuckles] Well, that's it. We're going to prison, then we're fucked.
Don't you get it? He's not gonna help.
He doesn't care. He's gonna save his own skin.
Prince Tomás off to save his little princess.
Sofía, can you just shut the fuck up for a minute?
[Sofía] You want to make me, you piece of shit?
Anyway, before you get out, she's gonna be long dead.
Shut it.
If you're lucky, you'll find where she's buried
and bring her some daisies.
-Don't push your luck. -Maybe roses.
-Hey. -Come on, Tomás. Tell me.
-Come on, stop. -A shame little Samantha's gonna be dead.
-Shut the fuck up, bitch! -[Sofía] Make me!
[Polo grunts]
[Polo groans]
[Polo breathing shakily]
[Sofía] No. No!
-Polo! -Hey, a doctor!
-I'm so sorry, Polo! -[Muñoz] What the hell happened?
Hey! Hurry, hurry, he's bleeding!
[Suárez] What is it? What's going on here?
Hey you! Up against the wall now. Get away from the door!
-[Suárez] Don't move. Face the wall! -Don't move! Hands in the air!
[Tomás] He's bleeding. Call the medic.
[Suárez] Turn around!
-Move it, let's go. Move! -No!
Come on, outside. Quick, move it. I got her.
[upbeat music playing]
[music halts abruptly]
I'm not finished yet, Fausto.
That give you enough time
to explain the relationship between Simón Duque
and organ trafficking gangs.
And your needy boss Zacarías.
I have no fucking idea what you're talking about.
Let me explain.
Our government, it appears, is involved with a criminal organization,
and the name of your boss is often in the conversation.
Sweetheart?
-[Lorena breathes shakily] -Did you know?
What they're doing, Lorena, is absolutely disgusting!
[exhales] I don't know it all.
In any case, don't stir the hornets nest, Fausto.
These people are dangerous.
Does Cárdenas know?
No.
He doesn't know.
You need to think this through, Fausto.
If this story is exposed, it's all over. We'll lose everything.
Why do I get the impression
that you're doing all of this to protect your Zacarías?
I want to protect you.
Ms. Moncada is waiting in the wings for Cárdenas to make a mistake,
and she will take him down.
She'll take you with him.
-You get it, don't you? -[Fausto] I get it.
But contrary to you,
I will not stay in a government that colludes with criminals.
-[Lorena exhales] -Do you get it?
Ah, my dear Fausto. You can be so naive.
Let me remind you politics is disgusting.
-It doesn't matter what team you're on. -[Fausto exhales]
You know what? I'm not interested in having Zacarías as my advisor.
I'm going to get to the bottom of this story.
And I will take down anyone.
Anyone, you understand?
I don't care who it is.
I need to shower.
We can talk later.
[upbeat music playing faintly]
So? How do you think I look?
Professional? Beautiful?
Talented and stylish?
You're perfect.
-Mmm. -Just be yourself.
Well, that I can do.
You're supposed to be cheering me on.
You look like somebody died.
-Why the long face? -[Willie exhales]
I just hope you don't forget me when you're world-famous.
Are you crazy?
From now on, you and me, we're together.
[Willie chuckles]
[Willie exhales]
[cell alarm buzzes]
How is Polo, huh?
What did they say at the hospital?
He died before he reached the hospital.
Dear God, no! No, it can't be!
No! No!
No!
-[Sofía sobbing] -[Tomás exhales]
[lock unlocking]
You can come with me. Let's go.
[cell shuts]
I thought it was a joke when they told me who was here.
Welcome, Mrs. Cárdenas.
Thank you, Inspector Camacho.
-I'm here on behalf of the president. -Okay.
My husband has decided to grant a compassionate release to this young man
because of the tragic circumstances surrounding his family.
No.
This young man was captured red-handed.
Don't get smart with me, Camacho.
Your superiors have the information you need.
For the moment, this young man Tomás is under judicial supervision, okay?
[smacks lips] Please remove his handcuffs.
Or shall I?
-[typing] -Rosa!
Rosa!
-Yes, sir? -The contracts I asked for?
They'll be ready at the end of the day.
-Are you okay? -I'm always okay.
Rosa, get out. I need to speak with Mr. Cienfuegos.
I've been calling you all day. Why the fuck don't you answer your phone?
I'm busy, Lorena.
Fausto knows.
-How much? -He's just missing the details.
Zacarías, this has gone too far.
It's just a question of time before this explodes.
I'm the only person who decides what will happen.
It's almost over.
[Carrasco] Good. Finish your prep and check the cardiac monitors.
[Sarmiento] You should already be here with the cargo, Fermín.
Dr. Carrasco has other commitments.
[Mariachi] Yes, boss.
There are a lot of people here and too many cooks to spoil the soup.
Carrasco has everything ready.
And you still have to collect little Ms. Duque.
Don't worry. We're on our way.
-[Irene] Was everything okay? -Yeah, delicious.
-It reminded me of my mom's cooking. -Great.
-Thank you. -[Garabato] Really.
Can I get you anything else?
-Dessert? -[Mariachi] Yes.
-Yes, yes. -Great.
-Can we sit here? -Yes, of course.
-You never know, might be our last meal. -All right.
Okay. I'll be right back.
-[Mariachi] Perfect. -[dramatic sting]
[ominous music playing]
[Mariachi exhales]
Why did you take so long to tell me where you were?
[Camila exhales]
You did it.
You picked someone.
We agreed to look into every possibility.
You saw what they did to the donor we found, didn't you?
[inhales shakily]
We have to do it this way.
I'm worried about what's going to happen to you.
Camila, I don't think you could imagine how I feel
now that I've picked that woman.
It's a woman?
[Simón inhales]
Go ahead.
You can call me an asshole or whatever else.
I accepted the shit that he offered me.
[inhales]
And now I'm gonna do the same thing as Zacarías.
I spoke with my mother.
She's going to help us, Simón.
-She'll do whatever it takes-- -Stop. There's no turning back.
[inhales]
Who is she?
[Simón inhales shakily]
A woman with no one.
No husband, no kids, no…
no one to miss her.
So now you've become a killer? Is that it?
-You know I was already a killer. -I know Dr. Montejo and why.
He killed your wife! He was going to kill Samantha!
And I will do anything to save Samantha!
[exhales] Simón.
I'll do anything to save Sammy.
Anything for Samantha. Anything. Anything. [sobbing]
I understand now what Zacarías felt to live in hell.
No, no, no. I'm the one who should be dead.
You can never give in, you hear me?
You and your family were never supposed to be in this hell.
I was.
[Camila whimpers]
You should be the father of three beautiful children.
And right now, Valeria should be here.
Changing diapers.
And planning her next concert.
And that woman, yeah, she's alone
with no one to miss her,
but who are you to take her life?
Who are you? Tell me.
Don't try to justify this, Simón.
For your sake, don't do it.
-Look at me. -Stop. It's too late.
No. It's never too late.
Simón, I'm begging you. Please.
-We're not too late. -Shh, stop.
Simón. Simón.
[Camila breathing shakily]
I'm begging you.
Call them.
[both breathing shakily]
[line ringing]
Sarmiento.
Call everything off.
[Sarmiento] Mr. Duque.
Our organization has never ever canceled an operation.
And that would be unprofessional, especially for our client.
In this case, Mr. Cienfuegos.
Have a nice day.
[Simón breathes shakily]
What did he say? Tell me.
-Let's go. -[Camila exhales]
Quickly. [breathes shakily]
-Thank you for coming. Have a nice day. -[Mariachi] Okay, boys. Time to move.
[Irene] Thanks.
-Ciao, Christian. See you tomorrow. -Bye, Irene. Goodnight.
Good. I see everyone liked the dessert. [chuckles]
Yes, and to tell you the truth,
it was so good…
Come here.
-…that we wanted to ask you for a favor. -[Irene scoffs]
If you would accompany us,
you could prepare dinner and some desserts for our boss.
I'm not sure I understand.
Because you have such a good heart, we would like to borrow it.
[dramatic sting]
-Yep. -I don't get it.
-That might be preferable. -No.
-The truth can be depressing. -Yeah.
-No. Oh no. -Shh!
No, please don't do this.
If you scream, it'll be the last sound you make.
-Oh my God! -[Mariachi] Easy now.
-Relax, there's nothing you can do. -Please don't hurt me!
-Please! -[Mariachi] Just relax.
I want you to leave Simón Duque alone.
You've already killed his wife and poisoned his daughter. That's enough.
Don't you think so?
Camila and Simón don't deserve any of this.
Good speech, mother-in-law.
Is this a change of heart?
All of a sudden, Camila and Simón don't deserve?
But she did deserve the heart I got her?
You've lost her, Zacarías.
Accept it.
I've got bad news for you, Greta.
That kid needs an urgent transplant. It's too late to stop now.
[Greta sighs]
You're a monster.
Camila was right.
Imagine, I was on your side.
But that's all over now.
Because from now on, you deal with me.
And I will never let you destroy us.
And just so you know, I am off to see Braulio.
[Greta moaning on phone]
Your career as an actress was brief, but memorable.
You didn't know I was a fan of "Miss Orgasm"?
I was wondering.
When does Braulio travel to Washington?
Can you imagine if this video goes viral
just before his meeting with the President of the United States?
I am surprised that I was so blind to you.
Well, don't think that we're so different, Greta.
And don't think that this is the only copy I have.
I keep evidence of every corrupt act by you and your husband.
Contracts, bank transfers.
Everything.
Those negotiations were all agreed by you.
I don't remember.
Are you that crazy?
If that happens, we all go down.
Including you.
Just stay quiet, Greta.
Let me get my beloved wife back, and you keep your distance.
It's better for both of you.
[moaning continues]
-Wow. -[Greta sighs]
[Cárdenas] Where the fuck is Zac?
-He left early. He wasn't feeling well. -[Cárdenas groans]
I have the impression Mr. Cienfuegos is distracted at the moment.
Don't worry, Mr. President.
I will personally deal with these undesirables.
President Cárdenas shall take two minutes to answer your questions. Thank you.
Portillo.
Let's deal with you first.
[Portillo chuckles]
That's funny. The guys who shot at my car said the same thing, but oh well.
Here I am, Mr. President.
Ms. Portillo, we learned this morning of the heinous attack.
-Rest assured-- -We all rejoice that you are alive.
It is important
that we have a free and impartial press.
Not a dead one.
-And you should be at home recovering. -[camera shutter clicks]
I would love to, Mr. President, but you're giving me way too much work.
No rest for me.
This afternoon you'll never believe what I saw.
The grave of a certain Camila Duarte,
who, it appears, is actually deceased.
My question, Mr. President, when exactly did she come back to life?
Mr. President, can you answer the question?
Will you explain why your wife, the First Lady,
religiously visits her dead daughter's grave every week?
She's alive. Do you have any comments to make about this?
No wonder they want her dead.
As you all know, the honorable president
does not answer questions about personal matters.
If you want more details about Camila Duarte,
I think it would be best you contact her husband,
Mr. Zacarías Cienfuegos.
-This way, Mr. President. -Ms. Portillo.
I was released by the First Lady herself.
By order of the president.
You see? I'm a guy with connections.
-Camila. -[Tomás chuckles]
She's so sweet.
She's been so good.
Both her and my mom.
She lives on in her heart.
And Polo? When does he get released?
[inhales] Polo didn't make it.
-What? -Mm-hmm.
[Samantha exhales]
-What happened? -[Tomás inhales]
Sofía tried to stab me with a knife.
Polo tried to save me and…
I don't really feel like talking about it, hmm?
I want to know about you. What's going on?
How are you feeling?
I don't know. My dad is acting strange.
Very strange.
And you know what?
It really scares me
that he might do the same thing as they did to my mom.
Your old man
is a good man.
-Yeah, I know. -Trust him.
I don't want to live
if I have the heart of someone who wasn't supposed to die, Tomás.
[horns honking]
[Garabato grunting]
-[Irene] Please don't do this! -[Garabato] Ah, stop!
[Irene] I told you, I don't have any money!
-Please don't hurt me! -[Saturno] Lady, lady, stop screaming!
Bad things happen to good people too. That's just life.
Boss, just to let you know, we're on our way,
and the merchandise is intact.
-[Garabato] Shh! -What are you gonna do?
Where are you taking me?
I'm begging you, please!
-For fuck's sake, shut up, lady. -I can't concentrate.
Sorry, Inspector. Simón's not here.
Mr. Duque hasn't been easy to find today.
And Nicky?
Working.
She's working?
I thought it was her day off.
Yeah, you're right, but her manager called and said something was urgent.
And honestly, I have no idea what it's about.
That's okay. Thanks.
-[Nicky vocalizing] -[Willie sighs deeply]
Maybe he's not gonna come.
Let's go downstairs. We can wait at the bar.
He's late, but we have to wait here.
Whoa.
Where'd you hide my manager?
Expecting a colonoscopy?
[inhales] Nicky.
Would you leave with me right now?
Whatever you're smoking, Willie, isn't working. I want a beer.
[exhales] Nicky! Nicky, listen to me.
Come with me.
[Irene] No! No!
-Stop! Shh! Shh! -[phone vibrating]
-[Saturno] Shut up. Be quiet, lady. -[Irene screaming]
What's all that?
I don't know.
[dramatic music playing]
[Nicky grunts]
No! Help me!
Hey!
Help me!
-[Garabato grunts] -[Nicky panting]
Willie, help!
-Come here, I've got you. -[Nicky panting] No!
What's going on?
Hey, Willie! Help me!
[Nicky continues panting] Hey!
[Garabato yells, grunts]
[gun cocks]
Forgive me.
[exhales] You motherfucker!
-[Garabato] Shh. -[Nicky continues panting]
[Mariachi] Hello there.
I've been looking forward to our reunion.
[upbeat music playing]
[Simón] Sarmiento! Hey!
[Simón panting]
Don't hurt that woman.
Relax, Gala.
Simón is part of the family.
How nice to see you again, Camila.
I wish I could say the same.
[Sarmiento breathes deeply]
Let me explain.
In our line of business, there's no room for sentiment.
Moral ambiguity is for the religious.
You said that this was my choice.
I choose that she lives. So call off your people.
Sorry, do you mind?
[exhales] As a general rule, I don't make concessions.
But for you, Simón, I'm moved.
Perhaps we can make a deal.
[dramatic music building]
[dramatic swell]
[phone vibrating]
What is it?
[Sarmiento] Mr. Cienfuegos, Mr. Duque's at my office
and has requested we terminate the procedure with the current donor.
But strictly speaking,
you are our client.
[Camila] Zacarías!
That's enough! You've proved your point!
Let the woman go!
Stop it, please.
I forgot to mention that your wife is also here.
Zacarías,
we have to talk this through.
Just you and me, okay?
Please, you have to listen to me.
I'm begging you!
If you cherish the life we had together,
if what you say is true and you really love me,
save this woman's life, and save your own soul.
Show me that you're still a human being with a heart.
Have mercy.
For the love of God, Zacarías, just do the right thing.
Spare her life. I'm begging you.
[Zacarías breathing shakily]
Put Sarmiento on.
[Camila exhales]
Understood.
I have some excellent news.
The procedure continues.
Your daughter
will get a new heart.
[dramatic music building]
[music halts abruptly]
["In a Heartbeat" by Cavendish Music playing]
[song fades]