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INSPIRED BY TRUE STORIES

Dad.

I've been looking for you for hours. Why didn't you answer?

My phone died.

Where were you?

Downtown.

Doing what?

Nothing, just walking around.

Let's go home. I haven't eaten all day.

Yes, my love.

Are you okay?

Yes.

You swear?

ONE MONTH LATER

Today we've got a super cool topic for you all.

Surely, last week,

you read the news about the Monterrey killer

who has murdered at least six women so far.

I mean, wow!

Today, we'll talk about this incredible case.

But I've got big news for all of you,

because today is the birthday of my gorgeous Karen!

Happy--

Since when do you smoke?

Andrea?

You should go out for a bit.

Call Maca. Go to the movies with her or something.

Did you two fight or what?

Not at all.

I talked to Isabel.

Did she get the results of my dress examination?

Yes.

It seems they found traces of blood and…

Semen.

The point is, it matches Carlos' DNA.

According to Isabel, Judge Zúñiga takes this evidence very seriously.

Great. When can I go to the courthouse with Isabel?

The test results arrive tomorrow.

Want me to go with you?

No, don't worry. I'll go with her.

Okay.

We've got everything.

The dress purchase receipt,

the pictures that prove you were wearing it at the party,

and, of course, the test results.

We got this.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

Attorney Isabel Juárez?

I'll be right back.

Good morning.

Thank you.

You can go in now. Judge Escalante has just arrived.

Judge Zúñiga is handling our case.

Judge Zúñiga excused himself.

You've been assigned Judge Escalante.

When did this happen? Early this morning?

What do you expect me to say?

This is scientific evidence.

They have to accept it, no matter who's handling the case.

I'm not sure, Attorney.

Miss Portillo could have bought the dress at any time.

No. No, no, no.

She bought it that day. Look at the date.

Yes, it says that she bought it that afternoon.

But from the moment she purchased it until the moment the party started,

your client could've had sexual intercourse.

-With Carlos? -Calm down.

Check the evidence, please.

The accused's semen and the victim's blood were found on the dress.

I'm sorry, but I don't think it's solid evidence.

And I'll also take this moment to inform you

that we will accept the pictures as part of young Huerta's defense.

Excuse me, what pictures?

What has this got to do with our case?

They give clues about your client's conduct.

You won't accept the results of a DNA test,

but you accept pictures that were obtained illegally?

This is a joke, asshole.

Be careful, Attorney.

You don't want to jeopardize your client's case, do you?

THE TRIAL

I'm sure Huerta gave the order to assign that judge.

It must have been him.

Either way, we're screwed.

Escalante is the worst judge in Puebla.

Even if he's the worst judge, our evidence should be strong enough.

It should be, but Escalante rejected it, Miguel.

Right now, it's as if the dress Andrea wore to the party didn't exist.

Have them reassign our previous judge.

Andrea…

There has to be a way to change the judge again.

Why don't you talk to your friend who works in TV?

He can show on the news what Huerta's doing.

Rivera isn't my friend.

We need someone else.

Someone who's above Judge Escalante.

We can show them proof that this judge is on Huerta's side.

And how do you plan to prove that?

Come in, sir.

Just a second, please.

Thanks for telling me about the test.

But, next time, I need the information faster.

I barely had time to take care of it.

"Next time"?

I already helped you. Give me back my mortgage.

I think you can still help me.

No. That's not what we agreed.

I told you about the dress. That's it. We're even.

I can't imagine how difficult this situation must be for you,

but this won't be over…

until it's over.

She's my niece, you bastard. You can't do this to me.

A few months ago, your brother was standing there,

right where you're standing now, rejecting the offer I gave him.

And now…

look at the mess we're in.

I don't give a damn about your fucking threats.

Get someone else. I've had enough.

I'm quite surprised, but you were right.

Huerta's company has faced four lawsuits in the last five years,

and he won all of them.

Really?

Do you want to know who's the judge who ruled in his favor all four times?

Escalante?

I knew it.

The problem is, who do we give this information to?

Listen, a few years ago, I wrote about a dispute

between shareholders in the state of Quintana Roo.

The thing is, my contact in the state was Octavio Saldaña,

who now works in the government.

And we became friends.

So, I can set up a meeting with Octavio,

show him the proof that Escalante works for Huerta,

and see if he can help us talk to a magistrate to change the judge.

Perfect.

Come and see. We've got DVDs.

Come and see. We've also got Blu-Ray.

Two for one on new releases on CDs, DVDs, and Blu-Ray! Come have a look!

Good morning.

What's up, kid?

Listen, I got good news and bad news.

Let's hear it.

The good news is that I was able to extract the footage

from the security camera you gave me.

The bad news is that there's no date or time stamp.

And there was a ton of material. A ton.

All right.

Didn't you hear what I said, kid?

There's a ton of material.

That's more like it.

-God bless you. -Thank you.

Come, ladies and gentlemen.

We've got the best of the golden age of Mexican cinema.

Are you ready to order?

Yes, I'd like a michelada with lots of lemon.

Okay, lots of lemon. And for the gentleman?

-Thanks. -I'll bring it right away.

Thanks.

I'm so hungover.

It's Monday, Pablo.

There was a match yesterday.

Can't you watch soccer with your friends without drinking?

Is this why you asked me to come here?

To lecture me?

Joaquín.

What a surprise! How are you? How are things?

Excuse me. Raúl Huerta. Nice to meet you.

You must be Pablo. Of course. Your dad spoke wonders about you.

How's engineering school?

You know each other?

Of course we do. Right, Joaquín?

Could you excuse us?

What the hell are you doing?

-I said I'm not telling you anything else. -You're putting me in a really tight spot.

I don't want to tell your son what you did with his grandparents' house,

or what you did to get it back, but you're leaving me no choice.

You don't have the balls.

You think?

I want more information and I want it now.

We're with you. Hope you win!!!

Thanks for the support.

Slut!!! That's what you are!!!

Hey! Wait!

-What's up? -We did it.

We got a meeting with Vero's friend.

He'll set us up with a magistrate to see if we can change the judge.

That's great. When?

Tomorrow. Vero will come to pick us up.

-Please tell me you're not on Facebook. -It doesn't matter.

-Are you sure everything's okay? -I'm okay.

Die, fucking trash.

It's all she says, "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay."

Give her some time.

She's been different since the day of the fair.

She acts like everything's fine, but I know her.

The problem is she won't tell me.

If she won't talk to you, who can she talk to?

I don't know.

What if you talk to her?

Me?

During our trip to Mexico City.

I don't know… Maybe if we stop somewhere to eat.

Just try, please.

Miguel, I don't have the slightest clue how to talk to a teenager.

I…

I have to hang up.

Can you pick me up at my parents' place?

Okay.

Think about what I said, please. Okay?

All right. I'll try to talk to Andrea.

Okay. Bye.

Who were you talking to?

Look at the state of the office, man! It looks like a dump.

If you care so much, you should come more often.

We have to pay the rent.

Pass me a pen.

Know anything about Rubén?

He's always been on our backs.

I haven't heard from him in over a month.

He knows we don't have money, so why would he insist?

But still, give him a call.

Tell him we're getting it.

Where are you going?

I just heard you asking someone to pick you up at our parents' place.

I'm going to Mexico City with Andrea and Vero.

Okay, and why?

Since when do you care about my daughter's case?

You're my family, Miguel.

Vero knows a guy that works at the Secretariat of the Interior.

His name's Octavio Saldaña or something like that.

Maybe he'll help us to get another judge.

I know I sound like a broken record, but I'm sorry for not being here more.

I'm sorry.

We'll talk when I get back from Mexico City.

Where's Dad?

He's at your grandma's house.

She's fixing his immortal blue jacket.

And… how are you doing?

With what?

I don't know, with everything.

Fine. Normal.

You know, I'm almost done writing my second article on your case.

Great, that's cool.

Yes, my editor just read it and he loved it.

It's practically a miracle because he never likes what I write.

Would you like to hear what it says?

No, thank you. I'm good.

It's good you're going to Mexico City.

I have no other choice. With this new judge, we're sure to lose.

This one's loose. Give me that.

At least you and your brother don't have money problems anymore.

Where did you get that idea?

Like you used to, I mean.

Honestly, I was worried about your brother.

But he looks a lot calmer now since we fixed that thing with the house.

What thing with what house?

This house.

We mortgaged it so you could pay back your loan.

Thank you for helping us.

What's up?

Okay.

No problem. I'll take her.

Good luck.

That was your dad. He's had an emergency and has to stay in Puebla.

The balls on this guy!

TEN YEARS AGO

He just published his first article and he thinks he's Julio Scherer.

It reminds me of the time the governor of Nuevo León

tried to give you lessons on foreign policy. Remember?

I like that you stand up for yourself.

Because that's exactly what I'm looking for in an editor.

I don't know what to say.

You deserve it. That's all.

Thank you, Sergio. Thank you!

All right. I have to go because I still have to finish my column.

Thank you.

Thank you for this opportunity.

Since the times I used to teach you at university,

I knew that one day you'd be an excellent journalist.

I'll see you at my office early tomorrow.

We'll notify the editorial staff.

I'll be there.

The national news section!

I told you. I told you you'd get the job.

And you kept saying you didn't have experience,

that only men work in the editorial office,

that they don't like you, blah, blah, blah.

They hate me.

The important thing is that your boss respects you.

How long have I wanted this?

Since I started working at the newspaper?

Ever since I've known you.

My wife's home.

I was supposed to make dinner and I'm not even halfway done.

Go. Say hi to her for me.

Congratulations again.

Thank you.

Let's go, honey. Come with me to see your grandma.

No, Mom, please!

-She's sick. -She's always sick.

-Come on. Get dressed. -Can I go like this?

No. Be downstairs in five minutes.

Want to listen to some music together?

-What do I do? -There are some CDs in there.

You got CDs?

The Killers.

R.E.M. Good.

Coldplay?

Okay, we can listen to something else.

No!

Anything but the radio.

Even Coldplay?

Even Coldplay.

Give it to me.

What's up?

I'm surprised your mom didn't force you to go see your grandma.

She tried.

Hey, Dad, something's bothering me.

Uh-oh.

What do you mean, "uh-oh"?

-Sounds like something's happened to you. -No, no. This is…

It's about a friend of mine.

Is this the typical "it's about a friend who's actually me" kind of thing?

No, Dad. I swear this isn't about me.

Let's say a friend did something bad, but he won't admit it.

But I know he did it.

I mean…

What would you do?

Would you tell someone?

How serious is it?

It's serious.

I would speak up.

But first go see your friend. Talk to him.

Give him one last chance to tell you the truth.

Thanks, Dad.

You son of a bitch.

You took advantage of my brother to get the fucking mortgage.

You couldn't even wait five minutes.

Couldn't you have talked to me first?

-Calm down, okay. -I won't calm down.

-You screwed me over. -I didn't screw anyone over.

-Your debt isn't with me. -It isn't? Then who's it with?

With Raúl Huerta.

What?

Talk to Raúl Huerta.

He owns your parents' home.

I'm not sure if you know this, but your dad's really worried about you.

I'm not saying you should tell him how you feel every single day,

but it's not a good idea to not tell him anything at all.

Sometimes, we think that if we don't talk about stuff,

it's as if they never happened.

But that's not how things work. I know from experience.

TEN YEARS AGO

-Come in. -May I?

Good morning. How are you?

-I'm fine. -Want a coffee or something?

No. One more cup and I won't be able to sleep in one month.

You don't have to be nervous.

When the others get here, we'll make it official.

-All right. -Listen…

I have a lot of faith in your future.

I know you'll go as far as you want.

Really.

Plus, with my contacts in radio and television,

you might even end up hosting your own show.

Really.

It's just a matter of…

really wanting it and doing your part.

What are you doing?

Come on.

-Sergio… -Come on.

Let me go.

Sergio, no…

You don't want to?

Of course not!

Vero, are you okay?

Vero?

Verónica, are you okay?

Did something happen?

I'm fine, thanks.

-And he still works there? -He wins awards.

He's on TV, on the radio.

Ever since that day, the bastard's made my life hell.

I quit.

It took me about one year to get a new job.

I don't have any proof, but I'm sure he bad-mouthed me to the other editors.

I could never tell my friends,

or my brother,

and least of all my prudish mom.

The only person I ever told was Miguel.

That's why I decided to write about your case.

Because you had the courage to talk about what happened to you.

I don't know if my dad ever told you how my mom died.

He wasn't there.

He'd gone out with my grandma or my uncle, I don't know.

But I loved taking care of her.

I'd make her breakfast. Toast with jam and juice.

The kind of stuff you do when you're little.

I went to her room.

I knocked on her door and…

she didn't answer.

Sometimes she'd sleep in until 11:00, but…

from the moment I knocked on her door, I felt something was off.

I opened the door and…

there she was.

Sprawled next to the bed.

All skinny and unconscious.

We took her to the hospital and…

she died that night.

I feel like she didn't want to be here anymore.

I don't know, she wouldn't eat what I gave her.

She wouldn't get out of bed.

She wouldn't even talk to me anymore.

When I disappeared at the fair…

I told my dad that I'd been wandering around downtown.

That my phone had died.

But that's not true.

My dad couldn't find me because I didn't want him to.

I don't know, I…

I didn't want to be here anymore.

I turned back and…

I don't know why.

What do you mean "why," Andrea?

To do exactly what you're doing now.

Thank you.

Where's your dad?

He's not here. What's wrong, uncle?

Where is he?

I don't know.

He's not at the garage,

and he won't answer his fucking phone. Where the hell is he?

I really don't know where he is.

Ger!

Thanks for dropping by.

You have no idea how much Charlie needs some visitors. Seriously.

Go ahead. He's in his room. He'll be happy to see you.

What's up? How's that going?

I'm still missing half of it.

What's up, dude? What a miracle to see you here.

What? Are you mad about what happened with your dad at the tournament?

No, not at all.

What happened with Andrea?

Are you for real?

Don't tell me you came here to ask me that.

I just want to know what happened at my party.

I already told you in Acapulco.

We were making out in the living room, in the hall, then we fucked in the cellar.

But she didn't go to the cellar with you.

She went with Sebastián and he locked her in the cellar.

We were messing around.

That's not what the article says.

Did you see who wrote that, and who that journalist talked to?

That fucking César was pissed because my dad fired him.

César didn't talk about that. Andrea did.

And do you believe her?

You can't be serious, man.

You saw how Andrea kissed me in front of everyone.

But she pulled away when you tried to kiss her again, right?

She didn't want to do it in front of everyone.

-She wanted to go to the hall. -How did you end up in the cellar?

I don't know, dude.

I don't know. I don't remember. We were drunk.

You saw how Andrea was drinking since she got there.

During the beer pong game, she downed like half a bottle on her own.

Dude, people do stupid stuff when they drink.

I know things got intense in the cellar, I don't know.

But you can't be serious. You really think I'd do something like that?

We've known each other since we were five.

And I know I've messed up a thousand times.

I know that.

But I'd never do that to a girl.

Never.

You were missing this one, right?

So?

So what?

Is that what you wanted to talk about? About Andrea?

-Finish setting the table. -Yes, sir.

These bastards love to keep people waiting.

The more power they have, the worse.

I don't think I told you, but as a kid, I wanted to be president.

Really?

Then you'd have to be a better liar.

So? Did it go well?

Hey! You startled me.

You must have a guilty conscience.

What's with that face?

So what happened? Did it go well?

-What? -What do you mean, "what"?

The problem with your friend.

Nothing.

I think it wasn't his fault after all.

That's good, Gerry.

I'm glad to hear that.

Answer!

Answer, damn it!

That's why I've been stuck on the fourth step for so long.

I'm denying my reality.

I don't want to see things the way they are.

Because I can't stop being a fucking addict, damn it!

Come over here!

-We're in the middle of a session. -I'm talking to my brother.

Come here, damn it!

Excuse me.

Fucking son of a bitch!

What did I do to you?

What do you mean, "what did you do"?

Don't act dumb, Joaquín.

You made a deal with Huerta.

You screwed me over, bastard.

-I don't even know Huerta. -I talked to Rubén.

Huerta bought the mortgage to have you by the balls.

In exchange for what?

-For money? -No!

-So that he'd leave you alone? -No, it's not that.

-Then what? -Nothing. He wanted information.

What did you tell him?

Did you tell him about the dress?

Is that why they changed the judge?

-Miguel, please… -Answer me!

Yes, okay. I told him about the dress.

Fucking son of a bitch.

I swear I had no choice. I also have to think about my family.

And what the fuck is Andrea to you?

Forgive me, Miguel.

Forgive me, please.

What else? Tell me everything you told him.

-I'm sorry, Miguel. -Tell me!

-Octavio. -Vero.

-Hello. -How are you?

I'm good. It's great to see you.

Likewise. Octavio Saldaña. Pleased to meet you.

Thank you for meeting with us.

It's always a pleasure.

As I said on the phone, we have irrefutable proof

that this new judge and Raúl Huerta are working together.

Shall we talk in your office?

That won't be necessary.

I'll leave you so you can talk.

-Excuse me. -Octavio's my friend and client.

You know, it's a small world.

Have a seat, please.

Answer, Vero.

Don't you want to know what I've got here with me?

Don't you want to know what will be posted on social media tomorrow?

-You won't intimidate us. Let's go. -Intimidate? I'm doing you a favor.

I don't know what lie you'll tell about me, but I don't give a damn.

Even if everyone's in your pocket, I won't drop the charges.

Unfortunately, it's not a lie.

And it's not about you.

Answer! It's URGENT!! Vero??!

It's about your dad, Andrea!

Huerta knows everything.

Yes, I understand.

I don't fit the profile.

You're a political magazine.

Why would you want a specialist in politics?

I'm not here to threaten you.

I'm here to talk to you.

And not as a lawyer, but as a father.

I have two daughters.

I don't understand how a father,

how Miguel could do something like that to his own daughter.

-Something like what? -Andrea, he made your case public.

That wasn't up to him. It was up to you.

He wasn't satisfied with going to the radio. He also went to television.

Not to mention the fact that he met with my client

behind your back to ask him for money.

-Andrea, please, let's go. -No.

He never stopped telling you one lie after another.

Since you were little.

Did he tell you Verónica was his mistress while your mother was dying of cancer?

Miguel, can you come?

-I don't know. -Please.

My wife is very sick, Vero.

Miguel.

Okay.

They were lovers.

For months.

Before and after your mom died.

But forget about what that means to you.

Nothing from Verónica's article can be used as evidence in your case.

Nothing.

It's a clear conflict of interest.

How can you trust your father after all this?

How can you trust him and this… journalist?

Andrea.

Andrea.