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PREVIOUSLY

I need you to tell me what your connection is to them.

All I know about Mailén is that she's a great cook,

and she asked for help because she was worried about her brother.

An old nun and a handful of Indigenous folks.

That's who's behind all this?

It's the only lead we've got.

I'll find the nun.

And I'll deal with the Indigenous group.

Sister Carmen passed away several years ago.

Who were you talking to?

We're gonna send them a little message.

Say hi to the Millán siblings.

This is a declaration of war.

We'll strike back.

I got a report that there's a dead woman in your home.

-Dad! -What?

121, Romero here. I repeat, requesting backup

and an ambulance at the Saavedra house.

One deceased female.

Sosa, get here now. Now. I don't trust this guy.

Hey, I'm not sleeping in that room again, Dad. No way.

-Cut it out, Fernando. -Do they really have to dump

-a corpse on my bed? -For fuck's sake! Enough, Fernando.

Cut it out.

Goddamn motherfucker.

-I told you, no one's going in that room. -Don't touch me.

-It's my house, I go where I want. -Let him do his job, Fausto.

That's a crime scene. No one goes in.

The crime scene's gotta be across town.

You think I'm dumb enough to be having dinner with my wife here

while there's a corpse six feet away?

You need to go to the Indigenous settlements.

They dumped that body on me.

Why would they dump a body on you?

Why do they hate you so much? Explain it to me.

I don't know. Ask this guy. He's obviously in on it.

Who paid you to plant a body here, huh?

How much does a useless cop like you cost?

You may be used to buying cops, but I don't come with a price.

You have no idea how many guys like you I've taken down.

No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?

-What's your problem with my dad? -Enough, please! Enough!

There's a dead woman in the next room,

and you're talking about dumping de… dead bodies like it's nothing.

I feel sick.

-Come here, Leti. -No, leave me alone!

Hello. Hello?

Yes. Yes, she was in my room, on the bed.

I don't know, Mom. She just… appeared.

-Why are you talking to your mother? -She called me.

The last thing I need is Marichu showing up. Call the lawyer.

Call the lawyer… …and keep an eye on this guy.

I'm not asking, Mailén.

All eyes in Patagonia are on us, Villa Los Cóndores, Manzano…

-…think, Nehuén. -What happened?

Things in Las Piedras are bad.

People are freaking out. I want to be with my people.

-That's where we belong. -Tell him that's insane.

Mailén, they're like this because of us.

-We dragged them into this war. -No. No, no!

We're here because we never got justice. Because of scum like Fausto and Sosa.

You know what, Mailén? Go ahead and make your speech,

-but I'm going with my people. -Nehuén, listen. Listen to me!

Let him go, Mailén. He can take care of himself.

I'm terrified that he's leaving.

I have a really bad feeling.

Come on, come on, come on, hey, don't get like that, hmm?

Here, sister, I brought you some tea.

-Careful, it's hot. -Thanks, dear.

Now, tell me again what she said.

She told me, um, her name was Julieta Valinotti.

And then she asked about you.

Strange that someone's asking about me now. Here.

Come with me to the dining room.

-I need to make a few calls. Let's go. -Okay. Slowly now.

Yeah.

-What is all this, Juan? -I have no idea.

But I need you to stay clear of the area, please.

Who reported it?

It was anonymous. Can you head to the living room?

-Why are you treating me like this? -Like what?

Like that. You're cold.

There's a dead woman in that room. It's María.

I know, but it's not just that.

You're different, you're talking to me weird.

-This way. -That's just who I am. Please.

Officer.

Why isn't there a doctor? Did you call an ambulance?

-She's dead. -Only a doctor can declare someone dead.

I already called the ambulance, they're on their way.

I also called the DA and the forensics team.

-Excuse me, can we have the room please? -Yeah, of course.

Clara.

Clara. "Sosa's pale."

"They're scared to death."

We're this close to taking down these bastards.

For you, Mom.

-I wish I'd met her. Were you two similar? -She was truly something else.

But she wouldn't have liked what we're doing.

Of course she would. She'd be proud of you.

No.

She hated violence. She was gentle.

You don't like violence either.

They're the violent ones.

You're different. You're… you're beautiful.

What's that?

-It just came out… so I said it. -All right, enough wine.

No, no, let me be. The wine opened my eyes.

The wine and you.

Just because that's the proper protocol after a homicide,

you call the DA and the forensics team.

Are you seriously gonna tell me how to do my job now?

Well, yeah, since you're questioning me for calling in forensics.

-Excuse me. -Where are you going, Parreto?

-You're gonna contaminate the crime scene. -Well… relax, relax,

I'm just taking a quick look.

Look, let me break down the chain of command for you.

First, there's me, then come all these idiots.

And the last idiot, the absolute bottom of the barrel…

…would be you. Not sure if that's clear enough.

Crystal clear.

But this idiot's gonna make sure things are done right for once.

Go explain what happened to the deceased woman's daughter.

Once the DA gets here.

Well, first things first, we need to confirm your whereabouts.

I'm sorry, are you saying Fausto is a murder suspect?

The body's here. You're all under suspicion.

-No... -It's going to be okay, don't worry. Yeah?

Saavedra, can we talk?

Yeah.

Give me a minute, sweetheart. This way.

They're about to explode.

What's going on, Fer?

How would I know?

And of course it all has to happen in my room.

We can't stop it. Romero already called the prosecutor.

Is it that hard to keep a damn corporal in check, Sosa?

Quit messing around.

You're a smart guy, you must have some theory.

The more I think about it, the less it makes sense.

-Fernando. Your father? -In the office.

What's Marichu doing here?

Marichu, the last thing I need is you stirring up trouble.

This is everyone's problem. The Pedrazas were killed.

First Carlos, now they dump María's body in Fernando's room.

How long are we going to let this go on?

You need to stop him, okay? I don't want that prosecutor in my house.

I don't want the justice system digging around.

Relax. When the prosecutor shows up, we'll handle it.

And we'll deal with Romero too.

INCOMING CALL FAUSTO

-It's Fausto. Go. -Let him wait.

Let him lose his mind a little more.

And this idiot won't answer.

Can someone tell me what's going on?

-Not now, sweetie. -Hey.

This is my house, Marichu.

And if Fausto won't put you in your place, I will.

-It's not your house just yet. -Marichu.

-Go check if it's raining. -Marichu. Don't cross the line.

Babe, can you give us a minute, please? I'll explain everything.

-Why is she mad? -Cut it out. Okay? Just stop.

They're not releasing Dad's body,

and I was wondering if you could do something.

Maybe make a call or something,

and they haven't said anything else about Mom either.

-I thought maybe we need… -Come here, Mili.

-…to do something ourselves, I don't know. -Wait, Mili... Sit down.

-Sit down. -What's going on?

-What? -They found your mom's body.

What do you mean, her body? No. No!

But where is she? I want to... Take me there.

I don't... Never mind, I want to see her. Where is she?

No. No... Where did you find her? I want to see her. Take me.

-I want to see her. -Hang on.

They found her at Saavedra's house.

-W… what? So, he killed her? -I don't know. Nobody knows yet.

-But I don't understand… -Hey.

…why would he kill her in his own house?

I don't know either, Mili.

I don't get it, but I promise I'll look into it.

No, no, I don't want you to investigate.

I don't want anything to happen to you. I can't lose anyone else, please, I can't.

Mili. Mili, breathe, it's okay. Nothing's going to happen to me.

-Come here, Mili. -I don't want…

Please.

Letizia. Please open the door, let's talk.

I want to sleep alone tonight, Fausto.

And I'm probably heading back to Buenos Aires.

Come on, Leti. With everything going on, don't make this harder.

I'm sleeping alone.

Stop calling me, Walter.

Sorry to insist, but I really need to talk to you.

Well, I can't right now. Let's talk tomorrow.

Is what they're saying true? About María Pedraza, I mean.

Yeah, it's true.

We don't even get a break, just one disaster after another.

-Walter, I'm busy, we'll talk later. -Tomorrow, at 10:00.

I'll let you know where. Don't flake, Clara.

Fausto.

Were you calling me?

Finally.

-Where the fuck have you been? -No, I was with a girl, sorry.

The last thing I was thinking of was checking my phone.

Look.

I'm dealing with one mess after another, and you're out there fucking.

Yeah, yeah, sorry, Fernando told me what happened. This is getting worse.

I… I still can't understand how they got in.

Well, someone's clearly helping them. Someone from the inside.

To make things worse, Letizia is terrified and wants to leave for Buenos Aires.

-Well, it makes sense. -What makes sense?

No, that she's scared.

If you keep everything in the shadows, it's no surprise she's scared. Right?

The only way to calm her down is by explaining things.

Wow. You're a psychologist now.

Leti, please, talk to me.

Stop it, Letizia.

I want to leave this town, Fausto. It's messing with me.

You can't leave me now.

We can't give these people what they want, to destroy me, Leti.

So, explain to me what the hell is going on.

A dead woman shows up at your house.

You freak out but won't let the police do their job,

then the inspector shows up and instead of interrogating us,

it's like he's following your orders,

and to top it off, your ex-wife shows up and locks herself in your office

like you two have a secret.

All I feel is fear. I'm scared, I'm terrified.

Hey, hey, hey, you're right. You're right.

If you're gonna marry me,

there are things you have the right to know.

I'm listening.

The Pedraza family worked for me.

Their real estate agency is mine…

And most of the properties in their name are too.

-For tax reasons, they're listed as... -You don't have to explain

what a front man is, Fausto.

All right. It wouldn't be exactly that,

but whatever, it's not worth getting into the details.

Hmm. And tell me, why would someone kill your front men

-and leave a body at your house? -I don't know, love.

But I suspect it's because they're pissed at me.

Look…

Many years ago, this house and other properties

belonged to a man I worked for.

-Mm. -He had no heirs,

and he thought of me like a son.

He was like a father to me too,

and his wish was for me to take everything.

-Hmm. -But he died suddenly.

When that happened, a lot of people tried to grab a piece,

but I managed to keep it all,

and that clearly made a lot of people angry.

Hmm.

And tell me… how did you manage to keep everything?

Wake up, sleepyhead.

Let's go, up, up, up.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

What's all this?

It's what you missed out on for years.

Yeah, honestly, I made a bad deal, huh?

The important thing is you realized it in time.

Rosetti.

When will the autopsy results be ready?

Romero, I don't have anything to tell you.

How can you not have anything to tell me? Please. I was the one who got the call.

I was... Sir. I was the one who found the body.

-Plus, she was my mother-in-law, doctor. -Everything in due time, officer. Okay?

Juan.

What's going on?

Yesterday you were asking me to leave Fausto and come with you,

and now you're ignoring me.

Please, is this because of Mailén?

Call me naive if you want…

But please don't hate me, don't doubt me.

I don't hate you. Don't you get it? This town is rotten.

A big part of it has to do with your boyfriend.

He screwed you over, no doubt about it.

But what are you gonna do?

If you're gonna marry that guy, I can't look at you the same way.

I have to go to work, sorry.

New message from Walter I'll wait for you at

WALTER ON LINE

Villa Los Cóndores

Right now, I swear, all I want is to finish what we came to do,

grab what's ours, hop on a plane, and get the hell out of here.

-And be happy for the rest of our lives. -Is this a proposal?

You're laughing, but it's a very serious proposal.

Fausto.

Hide. Hide…

Who is it?

-It's me. Open up. -Fausto?

-Yeah, it's me, come on. Open up. -Coming. Give me a second.

-Did something happen? -Yeah, something happened.

Come on, change, you need to help me with something.

Whoa.

Who are you with?

Mm?

Who do you have hidden?

-You're not gonna tell me? -I'm with a girl.

A girl.

Well, look at you. Come out, sweetheart!

-Fausto. -This guy's like a son to me.

-Come meet your future father-in-law. -Fausto. Stop, stop, stop, stop.

What? You're not gonna introduce me?

She's married.

I don't want to make her uncomfortable.

Ah… well, look at you.

A married woman, huh?

I hope you're not friends with the husband,

-'cause that would make you a traitor. -Nah, I don't even know the guy.

Good. That's what I like to hear.

Now go on, get changed. I need a hand.

-Come on. -All right.

-Why'd you want to meet here? -Mm…

Laura Cortez, Rosi's sister.

Clara Cortez - Laura Cortez

What a tragedy, poor things. Burned alive, both of them.

Her and her daughter. I wasn't in town when it happened,

but there are a thousand different stories.

That it was an accident, that she killed herself…

That she'd lost her mind.

I don't get why you're telling me this.

Look, people can say whatever they want, but I know that's not what happened.

I overheard something the other day.

Close your eyes for a second,

Close your eyes for a second, Rosa. Think, think.

Who could have known that little girl was Feliciano's daughter?

In town? Everybody knew. It was an open secret.

I mean someone who would want revenge.

A relative, an aunt, a friend of your sister's who knew about it.

Honestly, I can't think of anybody, no, no. I don't know.

I really don't get where you're going with this.

Yes, you do.

Marichu may be a lot of things, but she's the smartest one around here.

She's got a nose for these things, and she smells something.

This was revenge.

I think you and Marichu are letting your imaginations run wild, Walter.

I don't imagine things. I pay attention.

Everything points to something happening 20 years ago,

something Rosa has felt guilty about ever since.

And now someone's making her pay for it.

Everyone's lost their footing.

Two plus two equals four, at least to me.

This woman didn't die by accident, and it wasn't suicide.

She was killed.

Someone came back to settle a score.

And funny enough, that someone has the same name

as the dead little girl.

Clara Cortez 2-15-19988-25-2006

Clara.

-You okay? -Not really.

If something's going on, you can talk to me. You know that, right?

I found out something that crushed me.

What did you find out?

He screwed you over, no doubt about it.

David. After everything I did for that piece of shit,

this is how he repays me?

And now he's working with that Indian girl.

He's hiding her in his house.

Can you believe that?

The guy you taught how to clean up dead bodies dumps one in your house.

Fucking asshole.

You'll see.

Start the car.

Wait.

-I don't have time for your drama, Walter. -I'm not done.

-You might want to hear this. -Are you threatening me?

No, but what I've got to say might interest you.

Look, you're not the only one who's buried people in this town.

I lost someone I cared about too.

That grave right there… that's my friend Magalí.

Luis Salcedo 1995-2019

Look, I don't know much about courage, but I think she came pretty close.

She used to strut down the street with her lashes to the sky, curls perfect.

She was a queen.

Poor thing. She just had the bad luck of running into trouble.

-What are you doing? -Sorry, I tripped.

What are you doing?

I told her so many times that guy was trouble. A lunatic. Violent.

But she was hopelessly in love. Poor thing.

Thought she was gonna marry the rich guy's son.

But to Fernando… she was just a toy.

He'd show up when he wanted, get what he wanted, and disappear again.

One time Saavedra and Marichu went on a trip somewhere.

He had the house to himself and called her.

You can imagine how excited she was.

Thought she was Lady Di.

But that trip of Saavedra and Marichu's turned into a disaster,

so he came back early and… found them.

You can imagine how Saavedra reacted.

It all got swept under the rug.

Saavedra covered everything up.

Sosa didn't investigate shit.

And the judge ruled it “natural causes.”

That's why I wanted to talk to you.

Because I hate Fausto Saavedra too.

Him and that whole bunch of assholes you're taking out.

So, don't worry, I'm not gonna get in your way.

If you need my help…

I'll do what I can.

You can count on me.

But listen…

If your plan includes Rosi…

I get it, I know you're hurting, but…

…she really is sorry.

Excuse me.

Hello.

So, you went through with it.

Is that you?

Yes, it's me.

-But how? -I may be blind and old,

but I've still got my tricks, Clarita.

I can't talk right now. Can I call you later?

No. I'm already too late.

I know what you're doing, and you need to stop. Right now.

DAUGHTER OF FIRE

Subtitles by Bert Van Oosterwijck