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Id send you a pic, but.
Im just in my underwear, standing in front of the mirror.
Why are you here?
If this is my house, I have the right to be here too.
Whats all this lingerie? You dont dress like that.
I had one from Malinalco.
I bought it for you.
Why are you here?
I came to pick up some of my things.
You left over a month ago.
You've got nothing here.
It's all boxed up in your office.
Can you please leave?
Please.
Mom, I thought you had left.
Yeah, I'm heading out. Are you okay, sweetie?
Just dealing with stuff. Weren't you going out?
I can cancel. It's not a big deal.
Does this have to do with Tomás?
I just need to make some decisions.
Tomás is a good guy, sweetie.
I don't know the situation,
but the first person you need to think about
is yourself, love.
Do whatever gives you peace.
I'll make tea, we can talk.
No, it's fine, Mom. Don't worry. Thanks.
Mati!
Coming. I'm in the bathroom.
Was the salad tuna or chicken?
What? Why?
You seemed to love it.
You licked the plate clean.
Cold again, sweetie?
Yeah, a little.
Okay, I won't be long. Did you see your dad?
Yeah.
Okay. Give me a kiss.
Bye.
Bye.
Dude, I still haven't lost anything. I've got so much fat.
Then start the 48-hour no food thing.
That always works.
You scared me.
Did you see your dad?
Yeah. I heard him come in, but I was showering.
Who's the lucky one?
Mom, its a work thing.
That's why your cologne reaches my room.
Oh, sure. And you all dressed up are just meeting your friends,
huh?
Don't worry. I get it.
Have fun.
You too. Thanks, son.
- Take care, okay? -I will.
Naye loves your salads.
I hope so, ma'am.
Is he gone?
Hes muttering over there. You look stunning!
Thanks, Naye.
Eloísa, what did you do with all the furniture in storage?
My wine cellar.
I gave it away.
Are you serious? Those were antiques!
Some idiot will get the wine and waste it.
So, did you find your boxes?
Yeah, of course. They were clearly marked.
Renata and Leticia helped me pack. Good night.
Wait. Are you going out now?
I mean, its late and its a weekday.
It's only 7:30 p.m.,
and our kids are adults.
Are you with someone?
I could see whoever I want, but that's none of your business.
I got plans with my friends.
Samuel's in his room.
Since youre here, you could talk to him.
No. He's rude.
He came by the other day and disrespected me.
wont talk to him.
Fine. Do what you want. Good night.
Good night.
Your phone.
Hey.
What's up, bro? How are you?
Good. You?
Do you know if Leticia is meeting with Eloísa now?
What do you mean?
She's here with me. We're having dinner.
Everything good?
Yes.
Okay. See you tomorrow.
Octavio feels guilty because he knows Eloísa's alone.
And he'd rather think shes out with friends.
One, I don't buy those crocodile tears.
And two, my friend is not alone.
She's with a super-hot guy in his 30s. Not kidding.
He's Renata's friend. A journalist.
He's crazy about her. They met two months ago.
Two months? She was still married.
Yeah, but she ignored him.
She'd never do that to Octavio.
But now she's single and he's dying for her.
So, a guy in his 30s, huh?
That's weird!
Why weird? And what about Octavio?
How old is Gabriela? Thirty-something?
And that's fine.
That's different.
Why? Why is it different?
Look, don't blame it on him being a man
or you'll be eating alone.
That's not why I'm saying it.
I just mean it's been brewing for years.
And this thing? It's so sudden.
I don't know.
I think that guy must have other motives.
Of course he does.
Sexual.
Listen, I swear
I've never seen a hickey on her neck.
Not even back in high school.
So? Tell me.
I met you at a messy time in my life.
Then Renata hired me. I don't know if that's good or bad.
As you can tell, it's a palace.
Fifteen rooms and eight lakes.
The brochure reads like it was written by a poet.
Renata read it out loud, saying she'd never heard
a man talk that way about a woman our age. Beautiful.
I was inspired by a woman, timeless.
Wonderful in every way.
Eloísa, you are.
More than I ever dreamed of.
No riches, just my heart.
Look.
Its all that matters.
Things have no real value.
I was avoiding you. That's why I didn't reply to Renata.
Me too.
I was scared to see you again.
Then I saw you at the gallery and almost passed out.
Then you offered to get coffee.
But what I want to say is.
- What? -Nothing.
Don't say it.
Don't say anything.
What are we doing? Weren't we going to the shoot?
This is it.
Come on. It's a sportswear brand. What's this got to do
with it?
Nothing. That's the point.
Nothing. That's the point. - What? -Okay.
- What? -Okay.
My brand is for free, messy, different women.
Women who arent defined by anything or anyone.
Okay. Risky and different.
I love it! But you have to be the model.
No way.
Let's dance.
- Now? -Come!
You know what? I'll ask when the owner gets here.
I'll go. I'll get us some tequila.
Okay.
I'm here, Dad.
- Daniel? -Your son. It's your son.
Daniel? What are you doing here?
Daniel?
Daniel.
No. Wait!
Julieta?
Is Daniel there?
You didnt tell me.
Next time I'll send a request,
see if you can watch your son.
Rough day. I'll get him tomorrow.
Okay.
- I'll talk to him. -I should go.
Please stay. Let me talk to him a minute.
You could've said hi.
Her name is Eloísa, and she really wants to meet you.
I don't care. You're mad Im here, right?
Im bothering you.
Dani, why would you think that?
Youre my favorite person.
I always want you here.
This is your home. It will always be your home.
Is that clear? Is it clear?
TRUTH IS WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO BELIEVE
GALA DINNER NATIONAL ADVOCACY CONFERENCE 2014
I want her to leave!
Don't talk like that again, Daniel.
Okay. I'll be with Eloísa.
Fix your attitude before I'm back.
Drop a message. I'll reply soon.
Eloísa, I don't know what you heard,
but don't take any of it personally.
Daniel's going through a crisis because of the divorce.
You're the first woman he's seen who isn't his mom.
That's it. Please call me.
Pablo Casas.
EX-GOV'S HOME, DIRTY CASH?
JOURNALIST PABLO CASAS INVESTIGATES
A JOURNALIST MUST BE READY
TO GO TO EXTREMES FOR TRUTH
Well, Eloísa.
Renata, can you hear me? I need to ask you something.
What? Right now?
You should be busy having mind-blowing sex.
What? What happened?
How did you meet him?
Who?
Pablo.
I don't remember.
Just tell me how you met him.
He is my date.
Thank you, you're very kind.
At the Villalobos wedding.
I had no one to go with, so I brought him.
Didn't you know him before? I thought he came with you.
I can't hear you. Speak louder.
Did he say why he was there?
Did he say why he was there? Something about an investigation.
Something about an investigation.
What's going on? Is something wrong?
He is investigating me.
What?
Renata, let's go get another shot.
- Ren. - Girl,
just enjoy it. I'll call you tomorrow, cool?
Renata!
No way.
Dad, please give Tomás a job interview.
He's been holding out for Norma's call.
Sweetheart, this month's been tough.
He's my boyfriend.
Good morning, Octavio.
- Good morning. -Good morning.
Please try to stay calm about this.
Why? Look at your face. What happened?
TRUTH IS WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO BELIEVE
What the hell is this?
Is this about me?
- Apparently, yes. -Excuse me?
Come on.
What the hell?!
How's this about you?
Hey, calm down. You're way too worked up.
I'll find him now and call you back, okay? Bye.
Truth is what you choose to believe.
Alleged.
Her inner circle denies any harassment.
Ismael Serrano is described as a loyal person.
Octavio Hidalgo. You've got to be kidding me.
Octavio Hidalgo found something
in his record after ten years
and used it skillfully as grounds for dismissal.
Hidalgo didn't care about the tragic consequences
it could have for Serrano's family,
who spent over 14 months
trying to clear his name,
despite no evidence,
and no documented complaint behind it.
Explain this to me. That quote I gave was off the record.
You didnt care.
It was Hidalgo's line.
It was public.
Yes, I know.
But I heard it from his ex-wife's mouth.
It's completely unethical.
Seriously, Karen?
Don't mess with me.
Your editor wrote that based on your notes.
Could you give us the room, please? Thank you.
The attorney's top priority,
and his firm, of course, was protecting their longtime
client,
the Villalobos Group, whom he's represented
for over two decades. Its owner,
Enrique Villalobos,
is known to oppose unionization.
This is a damn personal attack, man.
Yeah, hes basically blaming you for Ismael's death.
Who the hell is this guy?
I assumed you sued him.
I don't know. His name's Pablo. Pablo Casas.
No. Yeah.
Who the hell is this bastard?! Son of a bitch.
Here he is.
Do you know him?
You should take her home.
He's Renata's journalist friend.
We met him at the wedding.
- That asshole. -Is that him?
Do you know him?
Eloísa?
Leticia told me Eloísa was dating a journalist,
a friend of Renata.
Some thirty-something guy. No way.
She said he was younger.
That he was good-looking.
And he is.
That jerk showed up to get near Eloísa
and get info about me, man.
What a son of a bitch. Unbelievable!
Dude, looks like he got more than just info from her.
According to Leti.
They've been seeing each other, and she's really happy.
With that asshole?!
She showed up with a neck mark, she said.
They had a moment,
and they're still seeing each other.
- What's wrong? -Okay.
What do you think?
You said you'd stay away from her
to avoid bias.
I stayed away
while I was writing it.
Well, there it is. There's your journalistic integrity.
Can we be done now?
Let's stop the chaos and enjoy this.
Because your article is going viral.
Pablo, I promised you a bomb.
And yours is nuclear.
I'm going home to work. See you Monday.
Gabi.
You didn't say it was about Octavio.
Gabi, that's all I could say.
Journalistic ethics, you know.
Come on, they're basically accusing him
of causing Ismael's suicide.
You're tearing apart my life.
Hey. This isn't personal.
And not against you.
Pablo did a great job.
He presented solid proof to clear Ismael Serrano's name.
And sorry, but this is what he uncovered
when he dug into their anti-union moves.
Your boyfriend runs it.
I'll marry him. Ill start a family with him.
Don't play me. We're friends.
Here's some advice from a friend.
Stop defending your boyfriend and prep your boss.
Because your job depends on him.
We've received hundreds of calls from Villalobos workers.
Calls?
And what are they saying? Karen, tell me.
They're coming together
to form unions in Serrano's memory.
Here she is.
Thank you, Nayeli. You can leave.
What's going on?
You decided to get revenge on me.
Revenge?
What is this?
Come on. Read it.
You said that damn line to the journalist who wrote it.
No, of course I didn't.
That idiot you've been seeing.
He's accusing me of causing the suicide
of one of Villalobos's workers.
This isn't a joke.
Of course. But I didn't know.
Dont lie. You knew he was a journalist.
Well, yes, I did. But how.
What else did you tell him?
You still have boxes in the garage.
I'll help you.
Leave us.
Don't talk to her like that. Don't take it out on her.
I made the mistake.
I didn't know he was looking into you.
He took advantage of you.
He used you.
It's my fault too.
I guess he caught you at a vulnerable moment.
Why is he going after you?
To ease his conscience, I guess.
The man who took his life went to him.
That jerk told him to blackmail the group.
I did my job. I stopped the blackmail.
And I guess I'm an easier target than Enrique.
And you were right there.
Right there.
You met him through Renata, right? He was at the wedding.
He's not her friend. He talked his way past the door.
So he fooled her too. That son of a bitch!
How far did things go with him?
Nothing happened.
Don't worry. It's okay. Sorry. Don't worry.
Let's keep this quiet, okay?
He'll probably try to reach out again.
Don't fall for it.
Warn that airhead Renata.
Yeah, I'll call you. Bye.
What are you doing here?
I took you home. You were tipsy.
Whats wrong?
You told me
to stay so I wouldn't drive late.
Get dressed, quick. Your mom is on her way!
What? We were just working!
- She'll kill me. Get out! -Okay! I'm going, I'm going!
Go out this way.
See you at the shoot.
- And the model? -Dont you remember?
- Seriously? -Call me.
Okay.
He lied to both Eloísa and Renata.
Well, at least you got to warn her, right?
Yeah. I can't risk him getting more info from her.
What did he find?
I went through it all and found nothing
Pablo Casas could've learned from your ex-wife.
How about that headline?
You always use that line.
He could've said it to an employee, a friend, anyone.
Wait, are you talking about me? You're way off.
No, Bernardo. I'm not saying it's you.
It's clear to me
Octavio trusts you
more than anyone.
Girl, are you okay? You should've told me earlier.
You weren't answering. And no, I'm not okay.
Damn.
Look at this.
Okay, uh. yeah.
They wrote something bad about Octavio.
But honestly, I don't feel that sorry for him.
Pablo used me.
Leticia's on her way.
Are you protecting Eloísa?
Can we focus on the press statement?
I don't know if it's smart to release one now.
We'd just draw more attention, and that's the last thing we
want.
It's better to let it fade.
Yeah, Gabriela found out workers
are trying to turn
Ismael Serrano into a martyr.
They're setting up unions across the country in his name.
Shit.
Bernardo,
I wanted to thank you.
What for?
For being loyal to Octavio.
In your spot, that's tough.
Gabi...
He's like a brother to me.
I'll stand by him through good, bad, and worse.
You don't need to thank me.
I'm not exactly proud of it.
When did Pablo set all this up?
Was it before the museum incident?
I don't know. But that night at Enrique's wedding,
he convinced you to let him in.
- No. -Yeah.
He was after Villalobos.
He was even surprised to find out you were Octavio's wife.
Is she Octavio's wife?
Or he pretended.
Oh sure, just so youd plan his whole jacuzzi setup, right?
Yeah, you made things a lot easier than he expected.
His goal was the article. He used both of us, that bastard.
Well, think of it this way.
You used him too, to boost your self-esteem.
And it worked.
My self-esteem? Yeah, it's gone.
Did you read it?
Octavio's reaction said it all.
Justice, buried by power.
Mr. Hidalgo's cunning,
is only matched by his chilling calm,
as he covered it up
as corporate harassment.
That's him.
- I'll answer. -Ignore it.
- Sure? -Yeah.
Hey, please,
try asking Leticia if this Casas guy
and Eloísa had something.
I'll see what I can find out.
Thanks.
So what does that change in the article?
You said you warned her. Why can't you just drop it?
This Casas guy won't stop until he gets everything.
I'm protecting all of us.
Yes.
But...
What's wrong with you?
Try to understand.
Okay. Listen.
It's me again. I really need to talk, Eloísa.
I'll be at my place all day.
Please call me. It's important.
I say we all go to his place
and face him.
No, I say don't answer him for a while,
until we know what's happening.
Eloísa needs an explanation.
But this isn't the time.
I'm so sick of being played for a fool.
Eloísa.
Who the hell are you?
You know me.
Too bad I'm not the same idiot.
How long have I been your target?
What do you mean?
What do I mean? This. Eloísa Obregón.
What do I mean? This. Eloísa Obregón. Is that why you left?
Is that why you left?
How could I not leave?
You must've worked hard to find an article
from a 30-year-old magazine
I didn't even remember.
I couldn't see you then.
That's how I felt close to you.
Why do you still want to hurt me?
You did it. You destroyed him.
I'm not trying to destroy your ex-husband.
I'm not talking petty. I'm talking justice.
And you base your lies on a phrase I gave you.
“Truth is what you choose to believe.”
First of all, nothing I wrote is false.
What they did is unforgivable.
He killed himself. I didn't use you.
I told the truth. And second, that phrase.
Yeah, the truth.
There's another phrase that comes to mind.
“A journalist must be willing to go
to the end in search of the truth.”
You know the author very well.
Yes, Mr. Casas. I've been investigating you too.
Eloísa, I wasn't investigating you. I didn't.
I didnt do that.
I met you in the middle of an investigation.
That's why I disappeared.
Then do me a favor, and disappear again.
But this time, for good. Leave me alone.
Octavio's damn quote is the only thing
in that article even slightly connected to you.
Everything else came from his reporting
before he met you.
And the documents Serrano gave him.
Exactly. It's not your fault
your husband is a total bastard.
And it's not your fault Pablo's
such a damn gentleman he walked away from you,
even if it breaks him.
- Dont exaggerate. -Am I?
All Octavio did was defend his client.
Like any other lawyer.
He could've passed it to Bernardo, or anyone else.
Yeah, but a man ended up taking his own life.
They pin it all on Octavio
to cover for the Villalobos group.
Jemictli Inn, good morning.
Yes, this is Pablo Casas again.
Did you talk to your wife
about the painting?
Yes, we did. And we've made a final decision.
We're not selling it.
Look. I need that painting.
In fact, we already hung it up.
Please listen. This isn't about money.
I'm losing the love of my life. Help me.
See? Pablo had nothing to do with all this.
Keep it going, and next time.
Look, I'm not going to get involved with the man
who just questioned the father of my children.
My kids won't forgive me. People will see me as.
As a witch.
But what if no one finds out?
Ugh, I'm so depressed.
Young man, get me another tequila.
What do you mean, another tequila? It's too early!
Ugh, yeah.
THE PAINTING IS IN MALINALCO
Girl, I feel awful. I don't think I can take this.
Naye!
I can't find my stockings!
Tough it out.
If not, sip salt water with some sugar.
A touch of sugar.
Do you feel okay?
Yeah. Just find them, please.
Mr. Hidalgo's cunning,
is only matched by his chilling calm
as he framed it as corporate harassment
to stop anyone
from challenging the firing.
Let me see.
An action that pushes the edge of legality
while crushing decades
of feminist and anti-discrimination progress.
- He hates dad, it's obvious. - Yeah.
No, he's just questioning his legal methods.
A man killed himself.
Mom, Ismael Serrano was a sexual harasser.
You know the victim had to move to another city.
They flipped it, he's praised,
my dad's blamed.
It says her claim wasn't proven.
It says dad didn't care about that.
It makes him look bad.
Really bad.
Pablo Casas.
Is he an important reporter?
Well, he's been fired
from several places.
Well, dad doesn't want us
talking about this.
So if a journalist calls,
don't answer.
That's not all, Toni. Someone died.
Breakfast is ready.
Thanks, Naye.
Toni, your phone.
Thanks.
Are you okay?
Yes, Mom. Lately that's all you ask. I'm fine.
It's okay. Come on, sit down and have breakfast.
Mrs. Eloísa, I'd like to talk to you later.
Sure. Why don't you sit and eat first?
I have to go now.
I'm taking your car, mine's out of gas.
No, I'm going to Malinalco.
To your artisan market? Who are you going with?
Alone, but I'll be back early. I just need a change of scenery.
Great. Enjoy it.
- Thanks, son. -Yeah, Mom, have fun.
What's that, sweetie?
Julieta said it helps during rehearsal.
Well, eat something anyway. I'll drive you to school.
No, rehearsal got pushed back.
I'll just take a cab.
Ill have breakfast in my room. Good luck at the market.
Thanks, sweetie.
So? What is it?
Nothing urgent, ma'am.
Hope the market goes well.
Enjoy it. It lifts your mood.
Thank you.
She really thinks I used her.
Eloísa knows you didn't use her.
But you publicly exposed her ex, and that's the problem.
Trust me, I can't stand that guy either.
No, Renata, my article focused on
the injustices against Ismael.
You involved Octavio, Pablo. He's the father of her kids.
Come here. Help me with this.
Did she say anything about the message I sent?
Ahh, right. I meant to ask you.
How did you find it?
Even we had no idea it existed.
I'm a journalist.
Look.
Eloísa made it.
Does she do sculptures too?
Of course. I have one at home and two paintings.
Leticia has three.
And guess what?
At Eloísa's or Octavio's? Zero.
She's too talented not to exhibit.
We've been telling her that for years.
I think all she needed was a little motivation.
She read it and her face said everything.
She saw it?
I wish I got it for her.
I couldn't buy it.
Next time, Eloísa will have better luck.
Right now she's probably leaving the city.
Wait. Is she going to Malinalco?
And you call yourself a great investigative journalist.
I'm telling you. She left alone
to a quiet town where no one would find her
if she wasn't alone.
Thanks.
If she cries again, I'll kill you.
Got it.
My wife says it's worthless.
It's by an unknown artist.
But I told her its weird
two people tried to buy it in the same week.
Two?
Yeah. You, and a journalist who kept insisting
until I refused.
I'm the artist. I'm Eloísa Obregón.
Would you sell it to me?
Well, my wife and I talked it over,
and we decided to keep it.
Because what if the artist, you,
becomes famous? It's our nest egg.
That's not going to happen, I assure you. Come on.
- Sure? -You're smart,
Mr. Víctor.
One day, it'll be worth a fortune.
No answer?
Damn it. Like I've got time for this.
Jemictli Inn.
Yes, hello.
Im Octavio Hidalgo.
Someone's trying to pull a payment scam
at your business with my ex-wife's credit card.
Please decline the charge and send me the details, okay?
I'm an attorney from Mexico City.
It's registered to Eloísa Obregón.
Sir, Ms. Eloísa Obregón
paid with her ID.
I see no reason to bother her about this.
Is Eloísa at that rundown hotel?
Sir, your ex-wife is not alone.
She's with a young man, very polite and respectable.
And he's handsome too, Mr. Pablo Casas.
So, rest easy.
Asshole.
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