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Are you saving yourself or are you saving your daughter?

Why the hell are you doing this?

Because someone has to pay.

Tomorrow is Peyrano's funeral.

You had an accident. You don't remember.

-They discharged you. -Yeah.

Since you arrived, I've got you on my mind all day long.

Clara, if you involve Juancito in this,

he could be at risk too.

When the effect of the yagé wears off,

you'll be able to scream,

you'll be able to move, you'll be able to talk…

But no one will hear you.

Hey.

Do you know how long a body can go without food?

First, it burns through fat. Then, after a few days,

the muscles start breaking down. Then the organs. Then the heart.

That can take anywhere from 40 to 60 days, depending on the body.

But actually thirst kills you faster. About a week, give or take.

But anyway, since I'm nice, I brought you water.

It's right there.

What I don't know is whether I should give it to you.

Because I wouldn't want to drag out your agony.

Maybe you're just itching to join Díaz. To be with your friends.

Oh, we buried Peyrano today.

Good thing you're here. We need nurses here.

-Keep an eye on Feliciano. He's diabetic. -No, no.

-I'm Fausto, brother-in-law. -Don't correct him, honey.

Fausto.

Oh, come on! He brought his little toy to the cemetery?

What's this tramp doing here? Who does she even know, huh?

Don't get caught up in it. Let me handle it, 'kay?

-Mm-hmm. -Who's she grieving?

This dead man belongs to us, to the people of this town, who've always been here.

-What's your problem? Yeah, you. -Stop it. Enough, Marichu.

-Marichu! -What's wrong? You scared, golden pussy?

-Bam, bam, bam, bam! -Marichu. Look at the Peyrano kids.

Look at them, please.

I'm begging you, please. Can you go one day without making a scene?

-Both of you, shut up. Can you shut up? -Shut up? Why? Shh!

-The priest is about to speak, Marichu. -Hey, oh. Are you happy

with your new sister-in-law? Huh? Look at you two, two peas in a pod…

-Take her away. -…bagged yourselves an old man with money,

-cut from the same cheap cloth. -Enough, Marichu.

-See? Bam, bam, bam. -Okay.

-Need a hand? -Yeah. Got it.

-Thanks, we're good. There we go. -Rest in peace.

We're gathered here today to say goodbye to José Peyrano,

a man who served justice. Whether he did it well or not…

You know, I was listening to the priest…

He kept going on about life and death.

And I watched everyone hanging on his every word.

And I thought…

"How crazy, because they're all dead, they just don't know it yet."

Just like you.

You know you're gonna die. You just don't know when.

It was kinda a sad day too because…

…I stopped to leave a flower for my mom.

These were Male's favorites.

She liked to make little crowns with the stems.

Hmm.

At first, I was surprised. I thought…

"Who else would bring my mom flowers besides me?"

My aunt Rosa.

Can you believe that?

I don't know if it's out of sadism,

if it's guilt…

But either way I'll be burying her too, so whatever.

John Rockefeller,

son of a middle-class family,

set two goals for himself. The first was to make a 100,000 dollars.

In his time, that was a fortune. And the second, to live to 100.

-He died at 97… -So?

-…As for the money, I think he got past… -Is this new?

Yeah, he just uploaded it to his channel.

Let me guess, he told the Rockefeller story again, right?

Oh, just when this insufferable guy was about to entertain us.

Listen, David already booked the plane. We're leaving from La Magdalena.

-Perfect. -It's fine. It's fine.

I'm just…worried you're gonna hurt yourself since you're still in pain.

We're both gonna fall over, Mili.

Okay, sorry, sorry. Sorry, I just wanna help.

-You're helping. It's fine. I'm fine. -Yeah, I know you're fine,

but it's nice to be taken care of, looked after.

And if something like this happened to me, I imagine you'd do the same, wouldn't you?

Of course.

New message from Fausto I'm sending you possible venues for

-Fausto? -He's unbearable.

-Answer him, Clari. -Mm.

Just answer him.

Did you see the photos and videos I sent you?

The venue is spectacular.

I was thinking we could have the ceremony by the pier. What do you think?

Pathetic.

Another. Wait, he keeps going. Talks to himself.

But if the rain worries you, we could just do it at the hotel.

I don't know. Tell me what you prefer.

Yes

Yes to what, Letizia?

-Yes, it's fine. We'll do it there. -"There" where?

If I give you two options, the answer can't just be "Yes."

Uh, sorry, Fausto. I'm just focused on work.

We'll decide tonight, okay, hon?

Look, if you're busy, just say you're busy, that's all.

But don't leave me talking to myself like an idiot. I'm asking you, please.

You're right. Yes, hon, I'm busy. Sending you kisses.

-Fausto? -What?

The designer wants to know if you picked a poster for the campaign.

Tell the designer my idiot son designs better than him.

"The Condor Saavedra?"

-What kind of nonsense is that? -No, no, no.

These guys do whatever they want.

Listen, I need to go show a house.

If you want, I'll grab the car, you wait for me at the bar,

-and I'll give you a ride. -Nah, don't worry. I'll just take a cab.

No, come on, I don't want you walking around and waiting.

-Mili, please. I'm just… I'm fine. -It's no trouble. You had an accident.

-I'm fine. Really. -I know.

-I mean it. Do what you gotta do. -Okay.

Enjoy your day.

Mm.

Clari, we should practice for Buenos Aires.

-Look, I'm not as good… -We'll go over it later.

…an actress as you. Clari!

Hey! How are you?

Hey. Still limping.

Walking's still a bit tricky. And driving's out of the question, so…

For now, I'm stuck taking cabs.

What cab? C'mon, I'll give you a ride.

No, no, no, it's fine, it's fine. You must be busy.

It's no problem, come on, get in. Watch your head. There you go.

Well, thanks.

-You didn't have to, but thanks. -No need to thank me.

Consider it payback for that time you gave me a ride.

I thought you weren't gonna talk to me anymore after what I said.

Or worse, that you would tell Saavedra. I had a whole excuse ready.

That I was drugged up in the hospital…

…and didn't know what I was saying.

But I knew what I was saying.

I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

But I knew.

Put on your seat belt.

I'm putting it on.

-There, at that detour… -Yes.

-…turn right. -Okay.

You're a good driver, huh?

You could race on a track.

-Of course, I'm a good driver. -Oh, right…

If I raced on a track, would you train me?

I'm more into motorcycles,

but if you asked me, I could train you, of course.

How did you get started with all that?

-With motorcycles? -Mm-hmm.

I worked in a motorcycle shop when I was a kid.

When they brought in new ones I tested 'em out. Just went wild.

-Hmm. -That's how I was found out.

Your brother, right?

-Yeah, my brother. -Hmm.

We going? It's right here.

You don't live here.

Oh, come on, what's wrong?

Can't a cop live in one of the best areas in town?

But you're gonna see an incredible place. Trust me, c'mon. It's that way.

This is one of the few places we still have for ourselves.

You're lucky, you know?

If you didn't know a local…

You couldn't get here.

You're really lucky to live somewhere so… so special, so beautiful.

I can't imagine how many women you must have brought here.

No.

A special place is only shared with special people.

Like you.

Do you miss your brother a lot?

Yeah.

A lot.

Hmm.

Nico was my hero.

He was my dad, my mom, everything. My parents were a mess.

Oh.

He raised me and my brother.

If it weren't for him, I don't know… …what would've happened to us.

Hmm.

What happened to him?

We were heading to a competition.

He was driving.

We were so pumped.

We wanted to win no matter what. There was a lot of prize money.

Mm-hmm.

We were in the car with a trailer behind us carrying the bikes…

And he hit the shoulder.

-We flipped over. -Oh. That's awful.

And you stopped racing after that?

-Yeah. -Hmm.

Yeah, it was…

I fell into a deep depression.

From there, everything went…

Downhill.

I started doing…

Drugs.

The worst you can imagine.

Hmm.

Luckily, there were people who…

I don't know, saw something good in me.

They believed in me and helped me get out of it.

Hmm. Milagros.

It's clear that that girl loves you.

You almost done?

-Shall we? -Yeah.

Need help?

I got it.

Sorry, babe. Lost track of time.

Sandra left out some food she made for you.

It's over there, but it's probably cold.

No, I already ate something, thanks.

Thanks for letting me know you were eating out.

Oh, honey,

I took longer than I thought. Don't be mad.

Let's get one thing straight.

I don't mind that you're late, that you travel, that you work.

I don't mind any of that.

But it bothers me when you leave me hanging. Hmm?

When you don't answer, when you say you're gonna call

and you don't, that bothers me.

Hmm.

You're right. Sorry.

It's just that sometimes I'm really busy and I forget.

Well, don't forget about me, can you do that?

Yes, my love.

So? How'd it go? Were you able to close the deal?

No. I haven't closed it yet,

but I'm taking it to San Martín tomorrow and I'll probably close it there.

To San Martín? Why? Why didn't you bring them here?

Are we gonna keep talking about work,

-or can we talk about our wedding? -We can talk about our wedding.

Did you see the venue I sent you?

-Mm-hmm. -It's spectacular.

-Hmm? Pretty pricey, but spectacular. -Yeah, it's incredible.

Remember we're gonna split the costs, okay?

-I don't want you to pay for everything. -Listen.

I love you, feminist and empowered, I love you just the way you are.

But I'm gonna ask you not to make me look like a kept man

in front of the whole town, all right? And I'm gonna gift you the dress too.

Have you decided on the designer, where you're bringing it in from?

No, I'm not bringing one in.

I'd like it to be made by the… the local seamstress.

-Rosa? -Mm-hmm.

No. No, leave that seamstress, I don't know,

for the Pedraza girl, for the cook, but not for you, no.

But why? I don't wanna look like a snobby European.

I'd like to wear something local, simple, pretty.

Look. A woman like you in a dress made by Rosa? No, no way.

What? I don't understand. What, you wanna show me off, like… like a cow

-that's been groomed for the fair? -Oh, Letizia, please.

No, no, I'm done, I'm done. I'm not fighting anymore.

Now, Dad's decided he doesn't wanna travel,

that he regrets it, that he doesn't wanna go to Punta Cana.

He called the agency and they told him they won't refund the money.

He wants to kill himself, he's going so crazy.

Just imagine his bad mood with how much he hates spending money.

And they're talking about that all day, my mom is going nuts.

She's afraid of losing both the trip and the money.

I'm tired of it, they're at it in the morning, afternoon…

You lure me away to secret places and take photos of me without my permission…

Well, I think he's afraid of leaving the real estate agency.

I told him I'd take care of it, but I don't know.

You can hire me as a photographer…

I should see your portfolio. Do you take self-portraits?

Letizia, I'm talking to you.

-Huh? -Who're you talking to?

I'm just texting about work stuff.

What are they sending you at this hour?

They sent me photos of the hotel I booked for tomorrow.

Oh. Can I see them?

Fausto, it's the Hotel Huemul, I'm sure you know it.

No, I don't know it. Can you show me?

What's wrong with you?

Are you trying to control me?

No, I just wanna know what's funny about photos of a hotel.

-Give me your phone. -No, Fausto.

What are you doing?

Unlock this shit.

Give me back my phone and I'll give you a chance to end this here.

Who are you talking to, huh?

Is it that jerk who takes photos of you in Puerto Madero?

Give me back the phone.

I'll finish chopping this, sauté it,

then we'll be ready to eat.

Letizia.

Letizia.

Hi, honey.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Because it was too early. I'm heading to San Martín.

Are you still mad about last night?

I'm sorry, baby.

I know I need to change some things, and I promise I will.

No. I was mad, but not anymore.

I know you're jealous and controlling, but evidently, I like some of that.

It must be the challenge of… of wanting to kill that Fausto.

I don't like it when you disappear like that.

Next time, leave me a message.

I left you a note. Look for it.

-Hey, Nehuén. -How are you?

-I'm good. Is the plane ready? -Yeah, the pilot's waiting for us.

-Perfect. -All right. Here are the fake IDs…

And the business cards.

-Thanks. -And the documents.

Let's go.

SEE YOU TONIGHT LOVE YOU!

I can't believe it.

Francisco?

-How are you? -Good, good. Let me look at ya. You look…

You look great. I haven't seen you in years.

What a surprise.

Yeah, honestly. I was looking at the manifest and it said Eugenia.

Um. We flew together for five years,

and you still don't know my real name. I used Clara, which is my middle name,

because there was another Eugenia in the crew

and I didn't want any confusion.

-Well, my bad. I didn't know. -Mm-hmm.

So, whatcha up to?

Been good. Working. I didn't know you weren't with the airline anymore.

Well, I left a while ago.

-I'm doing better with private flights. -Of course.

But here, I don't have a flight attendant.

-What a shame. -Yeah, it really is.

What've you been doing?

I can't imagine you made the money to hire a private flight

by selling imported perfumes.

Well, I have other businesses. In fact, these are my partners.

Oh. How're you? How's it going?

-All good, and you? -Shall we?

Let's go. One in front, two in the back. I'm Francisco, the pilot.

Watch your head with the wing here when you're going in, please.

Bye, David.

I'm up next. Don't you see my cart?

No, sorry, ma'am, but it wasn't actually here.

Look at me, right here. See how I am actually "here."

All right, Marichu, go on, go on. We wouldn't want your grappa to get hot.

You talk just to move your mouth. Let's see, Valdemar.

These three bottles go on one card. Add a carton of the ones I smoke too.

And I'll pay for the rest with the other one. Come on.

Declined.

That can't be.

'Scuse me, Valdemar, can you ring me up while this lady finds a card with funds?

Get… get outta here. Beat it. Try this one, then try this other one.

I'm just gonna make a phone call in the meantime.

-Just two seconds… -Mrs. Marichu,

this one's for health insurance.

-Uh. Try the other one! -I'm just gonna…

Why don't you eat like a normal person, Fernando?

Look at your hands.

Sorry.

What's going on now, Marichu?

What the fuck is going on with my cards, Fausto?

I don't know what's going on with your cards. You call the bank?

Don't play dumb. I was gonna buy something,

and all my cards were declined.

Hmm. And you made the payments?

You're in charge of that.

I used to be. We're separated now. We divided our assets,

and you have your money, so you have to make the payments yourself.

-You miserable man. -Perfect.

Is this funny to you? Is it?

Do you love seeing me like a bum who can't even afford to eat?

Surely you went to buy food, right?

Aren't you ashamed to be buying alcohol at 8:00 in the morning, Marichu?

If I wanted, I could buy all of Mendoza and drink it in one afternoon.

You kept my cellar, with my wines that I bought one by one.

My Roger Moore, my Bette Davis, my Marlene Dietrich.

All those wines are all mine.

Well, I don't know. Figure it out, Marichu.

Hello. Hello? Go fuck yourself, Fausto.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Excuse me. -Good morning.

What the hell is this? Did Mailén make it?

No, Mailén's not coming today. She feels a little sick. I made it.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Welcome. Please, let's all get settled in.

I'll hand it over to Martiniano Pino.

Hello, good morning, everyone. It's a true honor to have you at my house.

Well, I see many familiar faces and some new ones too.

I hope I'm not putting you in a bind, Martiniano,

it's just, no one messes with Feliciano here.

-I know. -Hmm.

-Rosa told me. -Okay.

But rest assured, with DNA, these lawsuits are just a formality.

Mm-hmm.

I promise you that your daughter will get what she deserves.

Thank you.

Hi, there.

Hi.

I invite you to watch the video about the project.

-What are you doing here? -This is my house, Mrs. Marichu.

Did you really buy it with your Christmas bonus,

with your welfare handout? Get outta here 'cause...

What's wrong with you? Fausto gave it to me.

-Fausto did what? -Fausto gave it to me.

Oh, he couldn't be more stupid, the bastard,

they're already taking everything. Get out, move it,

-I need to get my things from the cellar. -What's wrong with you? Calm down, ma'am.

There's nothing in the cellar.

-It's empty. -I have a 100,000 dollars in wine

-in the cellar, so let me in, squatter. -I'm telling you the cellar is empty,

and you can't come in here because this is my house. Watch your fingers.

Your house? Your… you're not gonna tell me what I...

I don't think we were introduced.

How are you? Eugenia Shaw. Paula Merlo. Amancay Group.

The Amancay Group? That's odd, I'm not familiar.

We came with the Buenos Aires Group.

We made a deal a few years ago in Costanera Sur.

-The Compass Rose. -No.

-Sunset. -Ah. Yes.

-They took that deal out from under me. -Hmm.

But anyway, sometimes you have to know how to lose.

-No, I don't believe that. -Hmm.

Martiniano Pino doesn't like to lose.

Neither do we. That's why we're here.

I'm gonna give you some information.

Confidential.

These units right here are the best for orientation and view.

Well, they must be the most expensive too.

Did the Amancay Group come to make an offer or to haggle?

What's that?

Oh. That is what sets us apart.

All our projects have a work of art because I love creating experiences.

The artist for this project is Verno Kozer, right?

-I see you're well informed. -I did my research on you, Pino.

He's a very eccentric artist who lives far away from everything

and makes large sculptures out of cement.

Exactly. He's a very particular being.

Everyone thinks he's crazy,

but I love him deeply because he loves cement like I do.

Cement is strong, powerful,

and it's the foundation on which everything is built.

What's the square footage of the most important part of the tower?

-Between 16 and 20,000 feet. -That's what we want to invest in.

Good. So, if it's okay with you, we can meet up privately

once the investor round is over.

-Sounds great. -All right.

-Clari. -Yeah?

Nehuén and I are pretty worried about the pilot who recognized you.

Why? It's okay. Everything's fine.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

Tell me something.

Aren't you gonna tell me anything about yesterday's little getaway?

What getaway? I just took him home.

Oh, c'mon. Let's not lie to each other.

Don't even think about telling David because he'll go crazy.

-Girl. -But he took me

to the place we used to go when we were kids.

You have no idea how I had to hold myself back

from kissing him. I swear.

Why'd you hold back?

Because yeah, 'cause I don't wanna mess up his life.

But it's killing me. I mean, why didn't he grow up to be ugly

or a bad person? He had to have it all,

he's handsome, he's nice, he's everything that's right.

Wait.

Letizia online

Incoming call Letizia

Yes?

Hey. Oh, sorry, I made a mistake.

I thought I was sending it to your dad, and I sent it to you.

Sorry, delete it.

Yeah, yeah, no worries.

It's just that I had your chat open because I want to organize

a surprise party for him.

Surprise part... What do you mean, surprise party? For who?

For your dad.

Oh. And what did you have in mind?

I don't know. I don't know. That's why I'm calling you,

but I wanted to know if I could count on you or not. Delete the photo, okay?

Yeah, yeah, don't worry. I'll delete it.

Or send me one so we're even.

GALLERY

So we're even

No, this idiot's so bold.

-Hey. -What time are you coming back?

Because I wanted us to go see an estate together.

It's beautiful, it has a park, a lake, and it also has a house in case it rains.

Can't it be another time? Because I'm still busy.

Listen, they wanna go to lunch. Do you recommend I take him to Arrayán?

Yeah, yeah, my friend Henry's place, yes. Give him a hug for me.

All right, babe. See you later.

All right. Kisses. I love you.

Sosa, what's up?

You seem too calm, Fausto.

Even though Peyrano has died, we don't know if anyone else knows.

Relax, Osvaldo. If anyone else wants to mess with us,

they'll end up like Peyrano.

I wanna talk to the son. He must know something.

Guzmán is still missing.

Look, Fernando insists that Máximo was here with him all day.

He's covering for him. Don't you realize they're friends?

Get them together. I'll take care of it.

-Hi. -How are you?

And your partner?

My partner is with developers, in a meeting to have options.

Look, I'm here because of a hunch.

My hunches made me rich, so I always follow them.

What's your hunch?

That you and I are gonna do good business.

And that this is the beginning of a new chapter in my life

and in yours too.

Well. A bit grandiose.

-I'm grandiose about everything. -What's the price?

Twelve million dollars.

I'll offer ten.

Come on, come with me.

Tell me why I'd give you such a discount.

Might be better if you explained to me why you wouldn't.

Look, I'm gonna apply your negotiation technique

and close everything quickly, so the other person doesn't have time to think.

I'm offering 250,000 euros. Right now.

I'm on my way, Fausto.

-You don't know who you're messing with. -Mm-hmm.

You do know who you're messing with.

Which account do I transfer the reservation fee to?

-Here's my alias. -Should I transfer now?

Yes.

Where do you live?

Now, in Punta del Este. Tomorrow, I don't know.

There, the transfer went through.

-Aren't you gonna check? -There's no need.

Don't let me down as a businessman I admire, mesmerized by a woman.

Fine. Let's see.

The money has been credited to the account.

Now, all that's left is to negotiate the price.

No. The price has already been negotiated.

It's 10 million dollars and a meal.

Deal.

Dead.

Oh, look at him with his little lock.

If there's one thing I like about you, it's your love for art.

It's the only thing that matters, that which transcends life.

Look at Gaudí, he was inspired by nature, the Mediterranean, the good life.

Hmm. And you? What inspired you?

Sacrifice, effort, conviction.

And if I keep looking at you, the confusion.

Where do I know you from?

And what's your name?

-Clara. -Oh, so you're the famous Clara.

You know your aunt has told me so much about you?

Well, this famous girl hasn't had breakfast yet.

So, come with your aunt, and I'll get you some milk and some fruit.

Clara.

What do you say?

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Maybe you feel like you know me because we're similar.

I also believe that an artist's work is defined by how they lived.

But also by how they died. Look at Gaudí, for example.

He was hit by a tram

and couldn't be recognized because of the way he looked.

Or the Egyptians, who knew they were great and built enormous pyramids

as their final resting place.

Death as a work of art to speak to posterity.

Suppose I believe you that you had nothing to do with it.

You must know something about what your father was doing.

The people who worked for him, they still around?

No, no, I don't think so. No, no, no, I don't know.

Do you want me to take you to the cops,

-see if you remember? -Okay, that's enough, hey, enough!

He already told you he didn't do anything. His dad is dead, his sister is sick,

and you're killing him with questions, man.

He was with me all night, and then we went dancing.

Sandra! Sandra!

Stop yelling. Sandra is gone. She's not here.

Well, then I'll call her.

What are you doing texting with Letizia?

Have you ever thought about what you'd like your grave to be like?

Honestly, no. I think I'm gonna die like Rockefeller.

At a 100 years old. Or just about.

Hmm.

I don't care so much about the number.

What matters to me is that if death comes for me today,

I want it to find me living. Right?

What the fuck is this picture?

DAUGHTER OF FIRE

Subtitles by Bert Van Oosterwijck