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PREVIOUSLY

We buried Peyrano today.

Guzmán is still missing.

Relax, Osvaldo.

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

-Unbelievable! -Francisco?

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

It's truly an honor to have you at my house.

Where do I know you from?

So, you're the famous Clara.

-This is my house, Mrs. Marichu. -Get outta here 'cause...

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

What the fuck is this picture?

Sosa, please take him away.

-Just leave me alone. -Hold on, hold on.

What are you doing? No, but wait. Why? What are you doing?

-What the fuck is this picture? -Uh, I…

-Fucking pervert. -It was for the...

What the fuck are you doing sending those naked pics to my wife?

It wasn't meant for her. It was for a girl I'm hooking up with.

And why the fuck do you have Letizia's contact info?

Because she… she texted me,

so I saved her number, and that's how I accidentally sent it to her.

-I didn't mean to send it to her. -Really?

Why would she text you?

To ask what kind of chocolate milk you like? Huh?

-Fausto, are you coming? -You wait there.

What the fuck? I'll show you where to put these two locks.

I'm sick of you. Get out of here. You're leaving my house now.

-It's my house too. -Huh? What?

-I'm not leaving. This is my house too. -Your house?

Make no mistake, Fernando. This is my house. Letizia is my wife.

And the cash you're showing off is my cash. You have nothing.

You don't have shit.

Until I'm gone, you've got nothing.

-Zilch! -All right, stop! You're pissing me off!

-What are you gonna do, hit me? -Shut the fuck up, asshole!

-I hate you, you son of a bitch! -Stop it, Fausto.

Who do you hate? Who?

Are you hitting me? Are you?

Think you can play the tough guy with me? You're acting all tough, you bastard!

You'll see!

It's my house too, you son of a bitch!

Are you acting tough with me, you bastard?

-Stop it, Fausto. -You tough guy?

-Fausto, leave him alone, come on. -Motherfucker!

-Act tough! -Stop it, Fausto. Come on!

-Play tough! -Stop it!

Get out of here! Get out of here! Act tough!

Stop it, Fausto!

I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!

I'll kill you!

Got it, thanks.

They'll send you a sample ticket to do the session.

Great. I'll read it over and then we'll sign it.

All right. Where are we signing?

I don't know. I assume you have an office, right? One that you can afford to rent.

I have more than one office. But an office feels a little boring to me.

You're right.

I have a better place in mind.

Here's the deal, you order the sushi, I'll change,

and I'll take you somewhere really special.

Okay.

You lazy shit. I should have taken care of you a long time ago.

It's over. You're out of here.

When I return, if I catch you, I'll burn everything.

It's over, Fausto. We gotta get going, please. Come on.

And you, stop whining.

Hello.

I thought you wouldn't pick up.

I thought you were just another salesperson with a deal or something.

Who calls these days anyway?

Oh, actually, yeah.

I'm calling to hook you up with a promotion.

Oh, really?

So, what does the promotion include?

I'm putting myself out there. 50% off. Can't beat that, right?

So, do you deliver?

I'll be wherever you want… …in five minutes.

I'll think it over.

Just email me the proposal, okay? Who talks on the phone anymore?

Oh, sorry about that. I guess I'm from a different time.

My bad. I'm just old school.

I have a hard time with hashtags, emojis, and read receipts.

It's definitely a challenge.

For example, I find the whole "Liking" thing really difficult.

But come on, likes are a piece of cake!

If I give you a like, it means I like you, right?

I see what you're doing with your like,

but you should remove it.

It could be our little code. I'll give you a like,

self-destruct it in five seconds…

…but I'll like you forever.

Mmm. Did you know I'm the emoji queen?

If you're starting a war with me,

you'd better get ready because I'm a force to be reckoned with.

Oh, really? I thought you preferred read receipts.

No, I let someone stay on read

when I don't know what to say.

What are those bells?

I'm at the church for the wedding preparations.

I thought Fausto couldn't have a church wedding.

Are you with him?

No, I'm alone. Why?

Nah, it's nothing. I'll let you go.

Keep at it. Take care. Catch you later.

Kisses.

-Were you talking to... -Shh! Don't say a thing.

-Stop. -No, I'm not saying anything.

You're the one who should be telling me.

No. Nehuén, can you tell your sister to chill?

Now's not the time to chit-chat, please.

We've got to focus on Pino right now, okay?

-Is everything ready? -Uh-huh.

There's the dress. I'll change, put on the wig, and we'll head out.

I'm here!

Help!

I don't give a fuck if he's crying, bleeding, or having a meltdown, Sandra.

He needs to get out of there now. You take him out.

Seriously, slow it down a bit. No wonder you flip the car so often.

I'm such an idiot. I forgot my wallet. And you're eager to get to San Martín.

I want to get there in one piece, so take it down a notch, okay?

And no worries, if we get pulled over, they know me.

Is that Marichu's car?

What the fuck is she doing here?

The door is broken.

What the fuck did she do?

What are you doing, ma'am?

-Get lost. Get out or I'll chop you up! -Are you crazy? Stop it! Stop it!

-Fausto! She's here! She's got an axe! -Get lost! I told you to get out!

-Leave already. -Stop it, ma'am. Stop it.

What are you doing,

you fucking crazy bitch? Let go! Let go!

Look at what you're doing. You should get yourself admitted.

Are you causing this ruckus

-over a few bottles? -These are my… my bottles.

Selected one by one. It's my cellar. And what's with you acting all generous?

You communist! Handing out houses to this broke druggie.

Why don't you deal with your dumb-ass kid? You know why he's such a mess?

Because you didn't stop drinking even when you were pregnant, Marichu.

Little chip off your block, my love, huh?

You know what? I'm sick of this. You and that jerk have really pissed me off!

-Yeah? Right. Right. -It's over.

-Fausto, who are you calling? -Who do you think? The cops.

-Oh! -The cops? No way. You'll make a mess.

-No, no. We'll handle it ourselves. -Let the cops come…

You'll need to get it through your head somehow!

Hey, Sosa. Sosa! I'm right here!

Rosa's Fashion Corner

I was supposed to lose eight pounds,

but I ended up gaining four because I'm so stressed.

Come on, Vane, don't be so dramatic. The weight doesn't really matter.

You'll look fabulous. A bride always looks amazing.

And if anything, Rosi will just adjust a few things

and have you looking like a model.

Well, don't sugarcoat it either.

Rosa, she's going to look fabulous. Plus, the fabric you picked stretches.

Oh, okay. So, can we make her a poncho?

Do you want to get married in a poncho? I'll make a poncho.

-Get married in a poncho! -What does she mean, a poncho?

Mmm… Just excuse her, Vanesa. She's obviously having a rough day.

How's the view?

Let me open the curtains.

I've got to admit, you surprised me with your idea.

It's not easy to catch me by surprise.

Well, I just wanted to see the place before buying.

I wanted to get a feel

for what living in this penthouse would be like.

It seems a bit too large for a woman living alone.

Who said I was going to live alone?

-Are you seeing someone? -No.

But eventually, I hope to get settled.

Let's see how functional your units are, Pino.

You serve the food, and I'll put on some music.

Perfect.

-I wanna show you something I came across. -Calm down.

Go make sure she's not making a bigger mess. Go check it out.

You know? Fausto…

…looks like I'm not the only one.

-What's that? What do you have there? -Seems like I'm not the only one

who visits the stoner's place, huh? Dun, dun, dun.

Wasn't the golden pussy wearing this at the cemetery?

No, I'm good, thanks.

Did Verno Kozer start on the sculpture yet?

-Yes. -Because you always do

-that first, right? -Yes, always that first.

-Ah, I'd love to see him in action. -Once we sign, we can go see him.

-Oh, I'd love to! -Mm.

I'm curious about something.

Why did you look into me so much?

I didn't.

I studied you, Pino.

I wanted to do business with you because I really admire you.

And I love stories of personal growth.

Who doesn't?

You're kind of like the Argentine version of Rockefeller.

Well…

Yes, someone who started from nothing.

You always mention an initial capital of 20,000 dollars, right?

Yes.

But you never say where that initial capital came from.

I think your business is right here, having a meal with me.

Let's sign already.

Mm. First things first. The transfer.

Very well.

There.

Yes, ma'am.

Lorenzo, make the transfer.

I'm on it.

Send me the receipt, please.

Sent.

-There it is. -All right.

Done.

The account movement shows 10 million debited.

Well, it hasn't shown up yet.

But like I said, those amounts can take a while.

The champagne.

This is so cliché. Sounds like a soap opera, right?

The little hooker is fooling around with your slave chauffeur,

the one you gave a house to. Yikes!

-Wow, wow! You're such a massive cuckold! -Cut it out, Marichu.

Just stop.

And you tell me what the fuck this is.

Nothing. Letizia left it in the car when I drove her back from the cemetery.

I took it out to give it back to her.

Oh, he's playing you right to your face! You're so brave, huh?

Well, I get why she's into you, right? You cleaned up good in the end, huh?

-Look at those hands, what they could... -Good afternoon.

-Wow, Romero got here fast! -Here she is.

-Is the lady the intruder? -Yes.

The woman broke into David's house and made a mess.

No, this is my home, my stuff. This squatter has entered my property.

-No. -The house belonged to me,

and I transferred it to him. Okay?

I have the titles if you'd like to take a look.

Well, in that case, you will have to file a report. Do you agree?

Yes, of course. Anything to get her out of here, Romero.

Okay, ma'am, would you accompany me to the door?

No, I'll go by myself. What are you doing?

Watch out for the horns, all right? Be careful with the door.

Are you not taking her in?

I was called about an intruder, and she's already gone.

-Do you need anything else? -No.

All right. Good afternoon.

Hey, I'll need to take care of that door

-before we head to San Martín. -Yeah, yeah.

Take care of everything. I don't feel like going anymore.

I've lost my motivation. Where is the car key?

It's still on.

Next time you make a racket, you won't live to make another sound.

Are you going to tell me what's going on?

Rosa, you've been acting odd since Peyrano's funeral.

Do you think I haven't noticed?

The… the cemetery isn't a place I like to visit.

-Mmm. -I feel tightness in my chest.

The years go by, but the… the pain is the same.

-Hmm. You rarely talk about your sister. -Mmm.

And that makes sense. What happened was…

…terrible. But why don't you share something about her?

Was she as pretty as you?

Prettier.

She was the prettiest of them all.

She didn't even need to wear makeup.

She could just throw on some rags, and it'd look good on her.

What did she do?

-She was a nurse. -Mm-hmm.

She cared about… people.

She was constantly going back and forth, all around the valley.

She would solve problems.

If someone needed money for a prescription,

she'd cover it. That's just how she was.

So, why don't you put a photo of you two out here, Rosi?

Because it hurts, Walter.

I have, you know? I have a… a few albums stored away.

-Do you want to see? -Show me.

Okay, but pour me a little more of that. Bring me some, and I'll show you.

This one… No, actually, this one is better.

Hmm.

Ah.

Rosa. She was beautiful. She looked like a movie star.

Deep down, I was jealous of her, Walter.

That's why I didn't do anything to stop what was coming.

But don't beat yourself up over it, Rosa.

It's not your fault. You always said she was happy,

doing what she enjoyed, but maybe she was suffering inside.

Who could have known she would make

such a drastic decision?

Laura didn't make the decision, Walter.

Others decided for her.

I think…

I don't know, it seems like the sushi didn't agree with me.

My mouth is really dry, and I feel like my body is a bit numb.

Would you mind getting me some water, please?

-Oh I'd get you some… -Water…

…but there isn't any. You know, this whole living-in-a-simulation thing…

But I can give you more champagne if you want.

I'm not sure why I can't move…

-My arms. -Oh.

Isn't it hard to live in a lie?

-I mean… -What?

…everything feels so rigid, lifeless. Just like how you're starting to feel.

-Hm. -What?

So, are we done?

What's she doing here?

If you have something to say,

now's your chance

because you won't be able to talk in a few minutes.

What you can do is listen

to everything I have to say.

What are you doing to me?

I drugged you.

With scopolamine. You know…

…the drug Black Widow uses to steal from old pervs like you?

You'll start to lose your willpower.

You'll do what we say. You're going to be like our puppet.

But you're not going to die. Not from that.

Do you know how much your death cost, Pino?

Twenty grand.

What a coincidence, huh?

Twenty years ago,

my mom…

…hired you to take care of a paternity case.

I promise you that your daughter will receive what she is entitled to.

You promised to advocate for everything that was rightfully mine,

but my aunt told her lover, and everything changed.

What will you do for me if I tell you?

-Nothing. -Trust me, you'll want to hear this.

Tell me first, and then I'll tell you what I'll do.

Would you ditch your wife for me?

Is it really that important, what you want to tell me?

It's related to my sister and your boss.

Feliciano?

Then, he reached out to you directly.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I don't know what Fausto told you.

Whether he threatened you or bought you off.

But you…

Buried my mom's case.

You kept telling her there were no updates.

Well, there were no updates because there was no case.

You claim you came from the South with a dream.

I think you came here scared…

After the mobsters who bought you burned down the house

of the woman you betrayed.

But…

And you rolled in with your fucking 20 grand

to spin the Rockefeller story.

-Leav... -What?

-What are you gonna say? -Help me, I…

Are you going to say sorry?

Are you going to beg me not to kill you?

I'm doing you a favor.

I can't imagine what it's like to carry that burden…

Knowing you built your empire off the charred remains of two women.

And don't worry.

Your death will be a masterpiece.

You'll have a lovely journey.

Hmm.

I've been thinking about our conversation…

…and I…

I realized that I was pulling you into the life I imagined for myself.

Like my parents did to me.

Living in a small town, working here, buying a house.

I understand now that you want something else.

You want to travel, explore the world, and see what else is out there.

Well, let's do that.

-What? -That. Let's go. Together.

Go where?

I don't know. It doesn't really matter where.

We could live in another province or in a different country.

We could buy a house somewhere else or move around a lot

and have different homes, or even live in a tent. I don't care.

-Hold on, Mili. -And I was also thinking

-that you could work as a police officer… -Wait, Mili. Mili…

…but you could also return to working with motorcycles,

which you enjoyed so much. I could study music

-or explore new options. -Honey.

I can't.

What do you mean?

I can't leave now.

What do you mean you can't? Wasn't that what you were telling me? I...

No, I said let's go slower, that nobody is pushing us,

and we have all the time in the world.

Slower, Juan?

We've been together for years. How much slower do you wanna go?

-Come on, Mili. -"Come on," what?

It's not about fast or slow. The issue is you don't know what you want.

You don't want to get married

and… and settle down with me, and you don't want us to move…

What you really don't want is to be with me, Juan.

No, Mili, I didn't say that.

You don't need to say it. I'll say it because you never will.

We came this far, Juan. It's over now.

-Mili. -It's over. I'll leave you alone.

If anything comes up, I'll text you.

Did you know I'm a fan of brutalism too? Mmm.

I appreciate it because it's a movement that expresses honesty.

It doesn't try to be something it isn't.

You've got great taste, Pino.

I have to give you that.

How tall are you?

Mmm. I think it's a perfect fit.

Yes.

You do business when you buy. Not when you sell, you told me.

And you know what?

You were right.

Selling my mom wasn't business in the end.

Let go of me, fucker.

I learned that everything in life comes down to investments,

risks, and returns.

I also learned that to make a profit

you must be willing to pay a very high cost.

That's why you have to analyze all the variables.

No investment is sound if it rests on a foundation of mud.

A good investor knows that there is no profit without risk.

Did you throw up the water you drank?

After many days without eating or drinking, your tummy gets sensitive.

Want to hear a secret? No one knows about this, right?

Huh?

Pino just died.

They're beating you in the race. Will you let anyone else get ahead of you?

David.

-Did you say something? -Your sister.

What did you say?

-Huh? -I should have fucked the bitch…

…before Diaz shot her.

You don't talk about my sister!

You don't get to talk about my sister!

Die, you sick fuck, die. Die.

Excellent landing. I guess you still have your magic.

Well, thank you very much.

-It was great to see you. -You too.

The only reason I'm not asking for your phone number

-is because it's in the flight record. -Well, all right.

-I'll be in touch. -Bye. Sure, yeah.

-All right. See you. -Bye.

Listen to me.

This pilot who recognized you isn't gonna be a problem, is he?

I don't think so.

No, no, but nothing fits there, have a look at this one.

There.

There. Stop, stop, stop. There, there.

Go back. Boss, that's the car of the guy who was at Guzmán's.

Can you zoom in?

I can enhance the quality, but I need a few hours.

Quiroga, go and make a triple espresso for the guy.

Is the food good here?

Yes, the food is good,

but can't we go somewhere else? Somewhere quieter.

There are a lot of people here. And we know what the town is like.

It's okay. We're at separate tables.

And we're also near your girlfriend's real estate agency.

I don't want any trouble.

We split up.

Really?

I'm sorry.

No, it's fine. Things haven't been good for a while.

-Mm. -It wasn't going anywhere.

Hmm.

-Babe. -Honey.

-You're back and didn't tell me. -Well, look, I was just about to call you.

But I thought you were going to the countryside.

Yes, but no.

Sosa called me about something.

Romero. It seems that the person who stole Peyrano's car

has turned up. Do you know anything?

No, I don't.

They think it's the same person who was at Guzmán's house.

-Really? I can't believe it. -So it seems.

Unbelievable, huh? How are you?

What are you doing here?

I had a flight going through the area, I stayed.

We either never meet or we run into each other all the time. How's it going?

Fausto Saavedra is my name. Yours?

-Francisco Schniser. A pleasure. -The pleasure is mine.

And you know my wife how?

We worked together about a century ago.

Oh, really? Where, may I ask?

DAUGHTER OF FIRE

Subtitles by Bert Van Oosterwijck