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Run, run, run, buddy. Run, run!

PREVIOUSLY

-You did what I told you, right? -Yeah.

-What are you doing here, Juan? -What are you doing here?

They put this on Lauti.

-It's a tracking device. -We have to go now.

Get me out of here, please.

Goddamn motherfuckers.

What do you mean you lost him? Are you stupid?

Thanks for letting me stay here, Juan.

You can stay as long as you need.

You really are obsessed

"Zubiría Escobar Foundation"

-with that woman, huh? -No way.

What?

I was really scared of losing you.

You didn't lose me. I'm right here. I'll be back in two days.

It's as if every step I've taken in life led me here with you.

It's always been me. And it's always been you.

What? What?

-That... -You can't just think

-something and not say it. -What? Why not? Of course you can.

It's way too dangerous to always say what you're thinking.

Come on, if we start like that, you can't just keep things bottled up.

Why not? Of course you can.

Let's play a game. First thing that pops into your head, go, one, two, three.

-No, um… -Come on, what? What?

-Come on, don't overthink it! -I didn't think this was gonna happen.

Well, it did.

It did, yeah. I'm so lucky.

-You? -What?

-What are you thinking? -What am I thinking?

-Mm-hmm. -Uh…

That you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

That no one has ever made me feel the way you do.

Mm-hmm.

-…and that if you asked me to… -What else?

…I'd go anywhere with you, whenever you want. I'd drop everything.

Mmm. That's an intense thought.

I know, right?

I'm also thinking I'm starving,

but I didn't wanna say anything and kill the mood.

But…

You're not killing the mood. Let's heat up the food you brought.

Nah, we're not doing reheated. I'm gonna cook something. My specialty.

-What's your specialty? -It's a surprise.

-All right. -Cool?

Mm-hmm.

-Go on. -Going.

Amancay New message

Don't worry, I'm staying with Juan.

No way, they're messing with you.

They're saying it all came from your phone.

You set up two-factor authentication, the token, all your codes, everything.

No, you idiot, I'm telling you it wasn't me. Tell them no!

We are going to communicate.

Thank you.

They're saying apparently all the money was transferred

to the Amancay Investment Fund.

-What the fuck is that? -I have no idea, Fausto. I don't know.

This was you.

Fausto, how long have you known me? You know I'd never do something like this.

Besides, I don't even have your codes.

They stole five million from me, you son of a bitch.

Obviously it wasn't your money, you're way too calm!

Do something! Do something! Get out of here, Fernando!

Fausto, the only thing we can do now is file a report.

And you don't need me to tell you

what could happen if you get the law involved.

Get the hell out. Get the hell out.

Calm down, we're gonna fix this. Just stay calm.

Why'd they call your phone?

Who?

To negotiate the ransom. Why your phone?

How should I know? I… I've got nothing to do with it.

The transfers were made from my phone.

And who's the only one sniffing around me all day

trying to get his hands on my cell?

You.

Dad. I…

-I'd never do something like that. -No, not you.

You're way too stupid. But someone could be using you.

So tell me, what the hell is it now? What are you mixed up in?

Hookers? Drugs? Gambling? Who's using you? Spit it out, Fernando.

I've always done everything for you. I gave you everything.

How long are you gonna keep treating me like this?

-Huh? Come on, cut it out. -Talk.

Talk. Or I swear I'll blow your head off.

-Talk! -I didn't…

David, listen. Clara texted me.

She said not to worry, she's staying over at Juan's place.

Seriously? We're out here risking everything and she's off screwing around.

Come on, David… …save the jealous tantrum for later, please.

Jealous? He's a cop.

Clara's not stupid. She probably made something up to get out of it.

She's not stupid, but she turns into an idiot when he's around.

And you?

What about me?

You get pretty damn stupid around Clara yourself.

What's your problem?

You have feelings for Clara, and I have feelings for you.

And do you see me throwing fits? No. Why? Because I know I don't have the right.

So cut it out. Just accept it, she doesn't love you the way you love her.

And get ready. We're going after those fucking deeds once and for all.

Talk, damn it! Talk! Or I'll blow your head off!

I didn't do anything, Dad! I didn't steal anything!

What's going on here?

-Go to your room! -Stop!

Sandra, call an ambulance.

Yes. You're not calling anyone!

Go! Shut that curtain!

-Yeah, okay. Please. -They're spying on us!

They're spying on us, Fernando!

Nobody's spying on us, can't you see that?

They're spying on us. They're spying on us.

Nobody's spying on us, man. There's no one here.

-Someone's spying on us! -Nobody's out to get you!

-Wake up! Wake up! Someone's spying on us! -You're paranoid! You're paranoid! Fuck!

-Fuck! -He's lost it,

we need to call the cops! We need to call someone!

No, no, no, no, no! We're not calling anyone!

Don't call anyone! Lock yourself in your room, I'll handle this, Sandra!

Be careful, please! Be careful! Go on, lock yourself in your room, go.

-I'll take care of it. -Yes, yes…

What did you forget? I already took my sleeping pill. We'll talk tomorrow.

Listen to me. Dad's lost it.

He grabbed a gun, he's shooting, he's paranoid,

says someone's trying to rob him, spying on him.

-Please come over. -What? I'm on my way.

You ready?

I'm about to go in.

That's the alarm code, right?

This is the last time I'm asking.

-If something goes wrong, I swear… -That's it.

If you're lying to me, you better start praying. Go in, David.

The alarm.

Eight. Seven.

Three.

Got it.

The safe is downstairs, inside the bar to the left.

Here it is. The code.

The code.

The code, I don't want to have to say it again.

-Three to the left. -Three to the left.

-Nine to the right. -Nine to the right.

Four to the left.

Four to the left.

Hello.

Are they there?

I guess so. There are a lot of folders.

Grab everything.

Put that down, Fausto.

You went running to mommy, you idiot? Huh?

So she could save your ass after the shit you pulled?

No, no, no. Look at me. I came for you.

He sold us out, Marichu. He sold us out.

How many more times are we gonna let him get away with it.

-How many? -Go, go, go. I'll handle it, just go. Go.

-Give me that. -No.

-Give it to me. -No, they're watching us.

They're spying on me, you get it? The phone. Turn it off,

turn it off. They might be spying on you too.

Turning it off, I'm turning it off.

They cleaned out my account in Seychelles.

You understand? Everything, gone.

And they did it from here. From my phone.

I've got the enemy inside my own house

and I don't even know who it is. You understand?

-They bought off everyone, even Fernando. -Listen to me. Listen to me.

You're getting it all wrong. You're pointing in the wrong direction.

Hey. Come on, sit down. Come on, sit. Sit.

You know me.

We know each other, right?

I know you've always been suspicious of everyone.

And that's fine.

Always think the worst, and you'll be right.

They should teach that in school, right?

But you're a sly old fox, you're smart.

You gotta know who to distrust. And who to trust.

Who would you put your hand in the fire for?

Who would never betray you?

You.

So?

But the rest, they're all against me.

They got into my house, my computer, my phone.

They killed one of Sosa's employees and Guzmán. And Pino disappeared.

It's all connected. Don't you see it's all connected?

Yeah, it's all connected, it's obvious.

It's also obvious they're trying to drive you crazy.

And they're succeeding. The only one who can stop it is you.

You know how?

By being the man who made it this far.

Come here.

Come here. You need to rest. Come on.

Give me that. Come here.

Give it here, give it here. Come on. Come with me.

Well, it's super late. You're not gonna make it to your trip tomorrow.

Okay, this feels like a full-on eviction. Not sure if you realize that.

-I mean, if you're kicking me out… -Sorry, sorry.

What's wrong? You didn't have a good time?

No, no, I had an amazing time. I loved being with you.

It's just… at the beginning…

…it's hard for me to sleep next to someone, you know?

-Okay. -But I had a great time.

-Me too. -Okay. Um…

-Bye. -See you. I'll text you.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Who are you, little Spaniard?

And are these mussels as good as my sauce?

Well, it was my favorite food until I tried your sauce, yeah.

Oh, you look so pretty here.

Mmm. Thanks.

Oh, Fausto Saavedra,

if only you knew that no matter how much you mark your territory,

the land's already been taken.

All right, why don't we cut it out with the stalking, huh?

And take advantage of the fact that I'm right here in front of you.

Is this your family?

Mm-hmm.

Hey Claudito, how are you? Sorry to bother you so late,

uh, but I need a favor.

Do you know how to search for more photos of someone online

from another photo, even if you don't know their name?

Tell me.

Tell you what?

I don't know, do you miss them?

Yeah. Um, my dad was always a really cold man, not very affectionate.

But my mom, I do miss her. A lot.

Well, now, it's my turn to stalk you.

Now you're gonna sleep.

-You need to get some rest. -No.

-Yes. -No, I can't sleep,

-I need to stay alert. -No, you need to be rested for that.

So you're going to sleep, no arguments, huh? Come on, come here.

-I need to stay awake. -No, listen, look.

I've got… I've got these pills here. They'll knock you out in two minutes.

-No, no, no. -Here, take one.

I'm not taking anything. Nothing.

All right, but you still need to sleep. What are you doing? No.

Just one message, okay? One.

Mmm. You look so happy here.

That's because I'd just won the race. In San Luis, yeah, it was the last one.

Mmm.

New message from Fausto Where are you, babe?

Well, um… I should clean this up.

Be careful. Don't go out.

Relaxing. About to fall asleep.

You got a reply.

Do you want me to put on the music you usually listen to when you sleep?

No. I want you to stay.

Stay with me, please.

Yeah.

Come here, come here. Marichu's here.

Everything's fine. Nothing's gonna happen to you.

Okay, let me clean this up.

No. I'll do it tomorrow. Let's go to bed.

-Let's go. -You know how to do the dishes?

-Don't insult me. -I'm not.

Why would I not know how to do the dishes? Come on.

I don't know, I just can't see you doing it.

All right, fine. You do it, but tomorrow.

Juan.

Juan, you there?

-It's Milagros. -Yeah, I heard, I heard.

Coming, Mili, I'm just getting dressed.

Oh, no worries, I've got a key, I can just let myself in.

No, no, no, no, wait, I'm coming, I'm coming. Give me a sec.

All right. I'll wait.

-Bye, bye. -Bye.

-Hi. -Hello.

What's wrong?

Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to rush you.

Um, I'm a little worried, I need your help.

I… I haven't been able to get in touch with… with my parents.

I've been calling them, sending messages,

they never call back, they… they're not answering anything.

So I tried calling the hotel they're staying at,

and they said they're not there.

My dad was supposed to call me about the soup kitchen and he never did.

I don't know, it just feels weird. I don't know what to do.

Well, do you wanna tell me on the way to the office?

-Uh… -That way you won't be late.

-Yes. -Let's go.

All right, thanks.

Hello, Clara.

Hey, Nehuén. How are you?

Fine. I just dropped Romina and Lauti off at Los Sauces.

They'll be safe there.

Mm. You didn't have to come back.

I wasn't gonna leave you alone, especially now.

Either way, you have to stay leave. This time for real.

Same goes for Mailén. No going to the restaurant or anywhere else.

Yeah, same, lay low. The good news is, we have the deeds.

Yeah, I saw the message. Awesome. Did you get all of them?

No, the one for Montecito is in the safety deposit box at the bank in Manzano.

We have to go with one of them to get it.

Perfect. Go with Carlos, because María's way too loyal to Fausto.

She'd rather watch her husband die like a dog than betray him.

-I'll take care of it. -Thanks.

-Fausto needs me. -I'll stay with María, don't worry.

Perfect.

Are you staying there?

Yeah, a few more hours. That's what I told Fausto.

Milagros said Carlos was supposed to call her about something for the soup kitchens,

and he hasn't yet. So, please make sure he calls.

I'm on it.

Morning! Morning!

-You smell that, papi? -What is it?

Guess what it is. Your favorite, blackberry jam!

-How are you feeling, Dad? -Good.

You scared the crap out of me yesterday, you know that?

-Yesterday was yesterday. -Yeah, and today's today.

What matters is that the three of us are together.

Our family. Here, Dad. Here.

No, no.

Careful, it's hot.

Marichu, I appreciate everything you did yesterday, but that's enough.

-You and Fernando should both go. -Fausto.

Mmm.

We said we'd figure out our next steps together.

Yes. You do your thinking over there,

I'll do mine over here, and we'll talk it through.

God, could I be any dumber? Disposable.

How much longer am I gonna let myself be used like a damn rag?

-Marichu, I didn't ask you to come. -Oh, "Stay, stay with me. Stay with me."

You know what? You piece of shit. Piece of shit. "Stay."

What happened last night, Fausto?

You mean the message? Nothing.

Just some leftover crap from the old Fausto.

But don't worry, that Fausto's gone.

There have been a lot of things lately that scare me and don't add up.

You don't have to be afraid, love. I'd give my life to protect you.

They threatened to kidnap me, Fausto. Of course I'm scared.

I don't know who I'm about to marry.

What do you mean, "who you're about to marry"? Me. Fausto.

Fausto Saavedra, the same as always. Come on, love. When are you coming back?

Let's not give those bastards the satisfaction.

Who's trying to destroy you?

Rumor has it I'm planning to run for governor. And you know how it is.

There's always some bitter asshole out there.

Come on. When are you coming back?

I don't know, Fausto. I'm really scared.

There's nothing to worry about. I'm already on their tails, for real.

Come in.

-Good morning, Fausto. -Morning.

How are you?

-Terrible. -What happened?

I just talked to Letizia. They managed to scare her.

-Can I tell you something? -Yeah, of course. Go ahead.

I think the scariest thing is what you can't see, you know?

If you keep things from her, it's just gonna make her feel insecure,

scared… You need to trust Letizia.

Maybe they traveled for some health issue

and don't want to tell me so I don't get worried.

I don't know, like, maybe one of them is getting treatment

and they're acting weird so I don't freak out.

I don't think so, Mili. Your parents always tell you everything.

I don't know, it's weird. I can't figure it out.

I'm worried… No, uh… I don't know. What if they got kidnapped?

What are you talking about, Mili?

I know, it's stupid, but the alarm went off for no reason,

and now I can't reach them, and something seems strange.

I have a bad feeling. I can't stop thinking something bad happened.

Maybe you're just overthinking it. Try to relax.

Seriously, everything's fine.

They texted you, sent you a photo… it's all good.

They flew out from the Bariloche airport.

Can you find out if their car's still parked there?

Yeah. Don't worry. Well, coffee's good, but I gotta go.

C&M PEDRAZA REAL ESTATE

Relax.

-Thanks. -Bye.

Come on, let's take a quick shower.

We're heading to the bank in Manzano to get the deeds for Montecito.

You need to look sharp and sound convincing.

We get in, grab the deeds, get out, and come back.

It's a simple errand, shouldn't be any trouble.

It's not easy to look good in this situation, you know?

Well, make an effort, Carlos.

You're gonna have to put on your best face.

One wrong move and María could get hurt.

I'll be listening in the whole time, so be careful.

-Everything's gonna be fine. -Hm.

I'm gonna watch out for you. For you, for Mili, like always.

Come on, Carlos, save the romance.

Go, go, go, go. Move!

I'm telling you, you can't just keep building a fantasy world for Letizia.

That's not gonna last. She needs to know you, love you for who you are.

-Trust me. -Hm.

Fausto. Don't you always say I'm like a son to you?

The son I wish I'd had.

Well, you're like a father to me. You're my only family.

I want to see you happy. That's why I'm telling you this.

Morning.

-Osvaldo… -Morning.

Sit down. David, stay. Tell me, any news?

The investigations are stalled. They didn't get us much.

And what about the phones?

The calls you got were made with prepaid phones from Chile.

I can't act without a court order.

But when you mentioned the funds being moved

to the Amancay Group, that rang a bell.

What, you know them?

Before he disappeared, Pino signed a deal with that group.

Then there's no doubt. Pino's thing is connected to this.

And there's another thing we didn't think was important, but now I think it is.

When the alarms went off at the real estate office,

I think it's related.

Maybe they were looking for something there?

MANZANO BANK

Before you get out, you're gonna call Milagros

about the soup kitchens.

How do you guys know about the soup kitchens?

You're gonna tell her you couldn't call yesterday because there was no signal,

but you're having a blast, and she shouldn't stress.

-Hey, Dad. -Hey, Mili. How's it going?

Good, how about you guys?

Good, good, great. Yesterday I wanted to call you about the soup kitchens,

but we've been running around, doing all these activities…

It's fine, don't worry. I remembered anyway and went.

Everyone kept saying how generous you are.

See? You're amazing. You're the daughter anyone would dream of having.

Thanks, Dad. Are you okay? Is something wrong?

It's just… I don't know, I'm being silly. I miss you so much.

-I love you. -Big hug, bye.

Stop crying before we go into the bank.

I'm leaving my gun here 'cause obviously I can't take it inside.

But we'll stay in touch with Nehuén the whole time.

You hear me?

Yeah, I can hear you now. And María's listening too.

Perfect. If you screw this up, Carlos…

You're done.

Got it?

We'll head to the safety deposit box in a minute,

but first I need to scan your fingerprint. Is that okay?

-Yeah, sure. -Why's that?

She's my niece, she's helping me with the paperwork.

It's just a routine thing, don't worry. We're going digital, that's all.

-Oh, that's good. -How's María?

María's great,

still the reigning champion of being a pain in the ass, as always.

Oh, good. I thought you were traveling?

-Last time we talked you said you were. -Yeah, yeah, we were.

We just got back recently.

All right, I'll go grab the scanner and be right back.

Meanwhile could you start signing these papers?

-Sure. -Be right back.

Sure. No problem.

Sign it, Carlos.

Uh, no, I'm not signing. I'm not going to the safety deposit box either.

I'm not going. I'm not.

-Mailén? -Clara?

Oh, Walter.

How's it going, Clara? All good?

Did you just call me the wrong name?

Oh, God. See, people underestimate me.

They call me the town gossip. But I'm a journalist. Degree and all.

Mmm.

A gossip just repeats what they hear. A journalist investigates.

And I did my digging.

What do you think we are, huh? You think we're playing games?

Nehuén is capable of hurting María? Hurting her real bad? Huh?

Do whatever you want.

You wanna cut off one of her fingers? Go ahead.

You wanna chop off her toes and kill her after?

Or just kill her right away? Whatever.

I don't give a shit.

I can't stand her. I've hated her for years.

I don't know what you're talking about, but I really need to go.

You know what I found on the Zubiría Foundation's website?

Your parents' foundation?

-Mm. -They posted a picture

-of your parents. Just them. -No way.

What?

Just the two of them. But the same picture you posted on your socials…

There you are, right in the middle. Tell me that's not weird.

-Mm. -So I kept digging

and found you in another picture. A group photo with some flight attendants.

I thought, well, maybe the rich girl went through a rebellious phase

and got a job as a flight attendant.

But you know, journalist brain… I dug a little more.

I checked the airline's website, matched

the destinations they flew to with all those fabulous,

jet-setting photos you posted.

-And guess what… -I have no idea what you're talking about.

-I really have to... -Oh, sorry.

I know it sounds confusing. But trust me,

what I'm telling you is plain and simple. Real local issues.

Stop messing around, Carlos. Remember, we've already killed a few of you.

Exactly! If we're gonna die anyway, I'd rather take you down with me.

And I'll tell everyone who you really are, who Fausto's little secretary really is,

and who the fuck Clara Cortez is.

Got it? I'm not signing.

So, I reached out to that flight attendant from the photo.

I sent you a message about a story I'm doing on airline staff.

I'm looking for Letizia Zubiría, wondering if you're still in touch with her.

Letizia? No, I don't know who that is.

The girl in the photo I sent you.

Oh, right… Um, Clara.

Yeah, Clara.

Look, to be honest, I haven't seen Clara in years.

But yeah, we did work together at AeroPlus.

She said you traveled a lot together,

that apparently you didn't have any family,

that you're more Argentine than Dulce de leche. And then one day…

Poof.

You just vanished. That's why I'm here.

I'd love for you to tell me your story, Clara.

DAUGHTER OF FIRE

Subtitles by Bert Van Oosterwijck