Lucas Estévez.
Estévez. What's the emergency?
There's no emergency.
Of course there's an emergency.
He cut his arm.
Lucas, how did you get these injuries?
Mr. Miguel.
Carmelita, you scared me.
I'm sorry.
The thing is your son…
What happened?
Check your phone.
Have you seen anything?
You installed the cameras inside the house.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
What is it?
It wasn't me.
What?
I never got the chance to install the cameras.
Who installed them?
Honey.
-Lucas… -Doctor.
-Good evening.
Good evening.
The cuts are superficial, so there's nothing to worry about.
-Good. -I'm glad that you brought him.
Either way, he should see a specialist.
Of course.
I still don't understand why he did it.
Was this the first time he cut himself?
As far as we know.
Right?
Yes, I think so.
And have you noticed any changes in his behavior recently?
No. Lucas is a completely normal teen.
Okay.
It's okay, love.
It'll be okay.
Everything will be okay. Come here.
Thanks.
What's wrong?
What's wrong, little one?
We can talk now, Lucas.
Why did you do that to yourself?
Did you do it because you saw something online,
or is something else going on?
Please tell me.
You have to get Dad out of the house.
-I don't want to see him ever again. -Honey.
He's shown that he's a bastard,
and he doesn't deserve a woman like you.
And that's why you installed those cameras.
You did it to help me, right?
I appreciate it, Lucas.
Really.
But I'm worried, honey. Come here.
Let's think.
Did anyone see you installing those cameras, Lucas?
No.
I'm 100% sure.
And I don't think Dad suspects anything.
Okay.
If you want to help me,
this is what we're gonna do.
You won't discuss this with anyone, Lucas.
Not even with your sister and least of all with your dad.
And those cameras…
you'll leave them there.
Careful.
Are you sure you don't want me to come be with you?
I'm sorry, one question.
If Lucas's cuts weren't serious, why did you take him to the ER?
No, well… Okay, darling.
If you need anything, let me know. And thanks for calling.
Bye, darling.
She's lying to me.
How is Lucas?
He's fine. Apparently, it was nothing, but…
I'm sorry. I should've installed those cameras. I apologize.
Yes, but Lucas found and installed them somehow.
He's hurt 'cause he saw his dad doing the stripper.
Where did you leave them?
In the living room, in their boxes.
I don't know. I guess Lucas heard us and found them.
I don't know.
How can a 15-year-old kid be capable of doing such an installation?
Pedro, I don't know.
I don't have an explanation. Sorry, I don't know.
What else could he have heard? I wonder.
I promise I'll find out exactly everything Lucas knows
before he talks to Ángela.
We are so close. Do you understand?
The bastard took the bait.
I just need to see him defeated.
FAKE PROFILE
Where did you get those cameras?
I bought them.
With what money?
With mine.
But that doesn't matter, right?
Can we hear with them?
No, they don't have audio.
Lucas, hide this computer.
Nobody can see this.
And neither should you, love. You can't spend all day watching this.
Do you promise me?
What are you going to do?
Hey.
Promise me, Lucas.
No matter what happens,
as long as you live,
never hurt yourself again.
Do you promise me?
Look at me.
If you promise me you'll divorce Dad.
Is that what you really want, Lucas?
Tell me, Son. I promise I won't judge you.
Just tell me why you did it.
Good night, Mom.
I'll get new sheets for your bed.
I'll put on my pajamas.
It's weird. Lucas has never had any problems.
He's a good student and respectful and mature for his age.
I really don't understand.
But I promise you, I'll get him the best psychiatrist in the country.
Lucas will be the same kid he used to be.
You'll see.
Where were you while your son was cutting himself?
Where were you, Miguel?
-What matters is Lucas is okay. -"Okay?"
Yes.
So cutting himself is being okay?
Damn.
I was falling asleep
when suddenly I heard something in the bedroom,
like a person.
I opened my eyes and there was no one.
How is this possible in such an upscale community?
We'll investigate.
But it's strange, no break-ins have been reported before.
No, wait a minute.
-Are you doubting my wife's word? -No, of course not.
She's saying she didn't see anyone. She only heard someone.
We need to check the security cameras.
Excuse me.
Thanks.
Cami,
are you sure you didn't see anything else?
Nobody was there, but I swear I sensed and heard someone.
What if it was Miguel trying to spy on you?
If it had been Miguel, I wouldn't have called security.
Oh, relax.
It wasn't him.
But I have another suspect.
Yes, he has several cuts, done with a knife.
No, never.
No, Javier. My son doesn't do drugs. You know him.
Okay.
Thanks.
See you on Wednesday.
Okay.
I feel guilty, brother.
But I swear it was a bad coincidence.
Of course, a coincidence.
How would you know about your son
when all you think about is fucking your neighbor?
Luigi, I can't help it.
I believe you, brother.
Knowing those involved, I believe you.
When Camila is around, I can't control myself.
I can't hide that I'm looking at her, that I want her, that I'm dying to--
Miguel, stop it.
Brother,
we must get Camila out of Rivera Esmeralda.
Who's gonna tell me what happened last night?
What happened?
No idea.
Someone broke into Camila Roman's house last night.
-Hello. -How are you?
-I heard you filed a complaint. -I told you.
Someone tried to attack me, and you didn't believe me.
I need to see you, Camila.
We need to talk about us.
Miguel, the less contact we have, the better.
Is that why you moved next door?
To have less contact?
Look, what happened last night was…
It was a mistake.
And it can't happen again, okay?
Camila, I'm as confused as you,
trying to understand how we got here,
but I don't regret what we did for a second.
It's the best sex I've ever had.
Goodbye.
Hello?
Hello. Good afternoon. Ms. Ángela Ferrer?
I'm calling from your son Lucas' school.
What's going on with Lucas?
We wanted to know why your son didn't come to class today.
Stop!
Stop.
Why aren't you at school?
Are you following me?
If you don't want me to tell your parents, come with me. Your grandfather needs you.
Get in.
I just wanted to help, Grandpa. I swear.
Who?
Who did you want to help?
You.
I trust you.
You know that, don't you?
But I need to ask you to turn off those cameras.
And tell me everything you saw.
Nothing.
I didn't see anything.
Grandpa, I don't know what you're doing,
but if you want my dad to leave,
you need someone inside the house, someone you trust.
I also want him to leave. I don't want him to keep hurting my mom.
I saw him.
I saw him with the neighbor.
-Cami? -What?
What's this?
Where did you get this car?
Do you like it?
It's incredible.
-Come here, hurry. -What?
We're going to take a selfie.
Get ready.
No, wait.
Like this.
Come closer like you just gave it to me, like this.
Like this?
More lovingly.
Move lovingly. More.
That's it.
I'll post it to the fake profile,
and then you repost it. That way, we'll both have it.
I'll post…
"New car."
"Thanks, my love."
Heart, heart, heart.
What's wrong? Why are you looking at me that way?
Cami, you are paying me very well.
You rented this house that costs a fortune.
You changed all the furniture.
And now you buy this car.
Where do you get so much money from?
I already told you.
I've worked since I was a child and have never given myself any luxury.
Well, until now.
And all dancers in Las Vegas are millionaires or what?
Did you wake up curious or what?
Good afternoon.
Excuse me.
I went through the surveillance camera footage.
The only one who entered your house was your neighbor,
Mr. Miguel Estévez.
What we know is that she's Mexican, lives in Vegas and works as--
Mexican.
Her name is Camila Roman.
All we want is information.
We need to know about her ASAP.
-Yes. -Can you do the job?
-Yes or no? -Yes.
Yes, the job can be done,
but I need more information.
-What do you mean? -More info, what else do you have?
-Mexican, Las Vegas. -Well, that's all.
What's going on?
Miguel and Luigi have been talking for 45 minutes with a guy in a bar.
I'm looking into who he is.
Keep tailing Miguel, wherever he goes.
They're leaving. I'll follow them.
You just paid that guy a fortune.
-I had no choice. -But it's a lot of money.
I had no choice, I told you.
I have to know who Camila is, what her plans are.
It's your money.
I already paid him, it's done.
He wanted to take advantage of you. And you let him.
No, I don't think so. Miguel didn't come with that intention.
He came to shut you up and save himself. You know what's worse?
That you liked it.
-So did he make you happy? -What?
You should get out of the house.
It bothers me, but I'm not going to leave you,
especially now that…
I'm not asking you. Please, I'm giving you an order.
Get out.
I just want to make one thing very clear.
What I did with Miguel last night was consensual,
not because he made me.
I'm not Little Red Riding Hood and he's not the wolf.
I do things because I want to.
Is that clear?
Crystal.
I forgot.
It's a job.
Lucas didn't go to school,
but I talked to him, and he's home.
Thanks.
Of course, Miguel and I are looking for a psychiatrist to see him ASAP.
Lucas didn't tell you what was wrong, why he cut himself?
He says he doesn't remember.
Wait… Oh, thanks.
Darling, are you still interested in taking over the company?
Please… What kind of question is that? For God's sake.
You know what sacrifices I've made for that opportunity.
Sign here.
Then… no lies.
What did the son of a bitch do to you?
Dad, don't start.
-You could've married a prince. -Yeah, a prince.
-If you wanted to. -Yes, of course.
But just to refute me,
you settled for the first cute-faced jerk that crossed your path.
A cute jerk who's the father of your grandchildren.
I would prefer them to be fatherless.
When you come begging for me to get rid of him,
I hope it's not too late.
Sign, please.
Thanks.
RESIDENTIAL COMPLEX
Hello. Sorry, I'm new at the condo and I want to visit the spa.
-Perfect. Welcome! Go ahead. -Thanks.
So, boys?
-How's it going? -Good, huh?
Wait, excuse me.
-Is Miguel Estévez here? -I don't know, sir.
I'm sorry.
Miguel, were you here at the club?
No.
I'm still at the office.
Brother, I swear I saw someone at your locker.
Camila.
-Hello. -Hi.
What class did you take? Pilates or Ashtanga?
-What? -Ashtanga or Pilates? What class?
Oh, no, I came to visit the spa.
Just to check it out.
Well, I recommend Pilates with Dani. She's the best.
Great, thanks a lot.
Take care, see you.
Hello?
Hello.
Yes, I sent you a message.
And it works for me. That time is perfect.
Okay. Bye.
Hi, love.
Hello.
-What's up? -How did it go with the psychiatrist?
Good. I booked an appointment for Wednesday at 4:00.
You and I are attending too, right?
I'd like to… but Lucas doesn't want to see me.
So weird, right?
You were always his idol.
I don't know. It must be teenage stuff.
Probably.
-Who were you talking to? -With Vania.
About a yoga retreat we want to do, but I'm obviously going to cancel.
Why would you cancel? It's what makes you feel good.
Yes, but right now, it's not about my well-being,
it's about Lucas's well-being.
Honey…
Lucas is fine.
And you won't be leaving him alone. I'll stay with him.
Besides, it's only one night.
Okay?
Lucas is just a kid. You shouldn't bring him into this.
He asked me as a special favor.
Ángela will hate you.
You're separating her from Miguel and manipulating her son.
I'm not manipulating anyone, especially not my grandson.
-I just want us to do things right. -So do I.
So let me handle those kinds of decisions.
Tell me about the other thing.
Inti is working at the restaurant now.
We already know that. We saw him at the opening.
What you don't know is why I chose him.
True. Mysteries fascinate me, Tina.
Inti Valderrama has a past with Cristóbal.
What does that mean? What kind of a past?
A past we can use to our advantage.
Hey!
Hey.
Hey!
You'll love this show.
I want you to see with your own eyes
this wonderful variety of color.
And if you want to come toast, we can toast here.
Who do we toast to?
-To you. -To you!
Always to you.
And when you think you've seen it all
and that it couldn't be better,
something better appears.
And he's the most handsome and hottest man.
The hottie of the place.
And who is he? The server.
-Say hi. -Hello.
Welcome.
Yes. We wanna invite you to visit us at A Thousand Pleasures.
I am Ilonka in the Sky.
Bye!
No, I can't believe it!
Five thousand new followers
since the video was posted two hours ago.
Inti, thanks.
When will you be back? I don't want you to go.
-Tomorrow, I promise you. -Okay.
Well, honey, call me when you arrive. Okay?
-And remember, that road is very dark. -Don't worry. I know it by heart.
Okay, take care, miss.
Where's Lucas?
-I don't know. -I've said goodbye to him.
I'll miss you a lot.
Princess.
Bye, little one.
Ángela.
Let me know when you arrive.
Are you gonna swim?
Yes.
DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
-Marcos. -Yes?
That table's desserts are on the house.
Okay. Done, no problem.
Have you seen Inti?
No, I haven't seen him.
-Their desserts. -Right.
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No, no more. I've got to work. Nope.
Well, I want to make a toast
because we are Ilonka in the Sky's favorite restaurant
and because she said she's going to keep posting our dishes. So cheers.
In exchange for what?
I saw you a while ago. You were having a great time.
And I thought you were dating Marcos.
Marcos? No.
He's cute.
Even more in that white shirt.
But no, I'm not dating him or anyone.
Why?
Are you too young for commitment?
I get bored easily.
-How long have you been with Cris? -Almost five years.
You've never broken up?
Wow.
Surprising and admirable.
I don't know how you do it. I couldn't.
We love each other.
We're also best friends.
You also need to have boredom in a relationship.
It can't always be perfect and fun.
I want to have fun.
I like to live life as it comes.
If I fall in love, great.
If it's with a woman, great. And if it's with a man…
well, that's okay too.
And who would you rather come first?
A woman
or a man?
It's all the same to me.
I'm pansexual. I like sex.
I like the energy that's released when making love.
Not thinking about anything.
Giving all that's inside.
With every inch of your body.
So does it really matter if it's a woman or a man?
Help!
Where were you?
With Damián and Nico.
So late?
-Get out of my room now! -Hey!
Calm down.
I just wanted to know where you were.
-That's all, Son. -Son?
I'm not your son.
-No, don't say that. -I don't want…
I don't want to be your son.
Either you leave my room now,
or the whole block will find out you've been fucking the neighbor.
Help!
Please! Help!
Stop!
-Stop! -Hey, miss, what happened?
Let me help you.
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