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INSPIRED BY TRUE STORIES

THREE YEARS EARLIER

These girls are so boring.

Are we going or not?

Going to the movies is a drag, Gerry.

So? Are you coming?

Nothing good is playing, Andy.

What? They're playing Twilight. You love it. Come.

-You like that shit? -Of course not.

You love it.

Come on.

If Carlos doesn't want to come, he doesn't have to.

Sorry, Andy. I'll see you later, okay?

-"I'll see you later." -Dude!

Stop that. She's my friend.

Look, dude. Just like your friends.

Enough, man.

No…

Oh, no!

He's so cute. Come here.

-Hello, guys. Welcome. -How cute.

Hi. How much is he?

Twenty. But he's already sold.

Twenty thousand?

What if I give you 21?

Sorry, he's not for sale.

-Hello. Do you have dog chews? -Yes.

-Distract him. -Why?

Just do it. Distract him.

-These? -Yes.

-How many would you like? -Five, please.

No! You can't touch that.

Sorry, I wanted to see it.

-Be careful. -Yes.

You see, dude?

Much better than going to the movies to watch that crap.

THE TRIAL

If Gerry takes me there, I'll tell him to take me home.

It's not that bad, right?

Yes, it's really bad.

What's up? Why are you being so antisocial?

What's wrong?

Carlos, are you okay?

-To be honest, I'm not. -Why?

I don't know. I don't want to bore you.

Dude, we're your friends. Tell us.

Look, if I tell you guys, you have to swear not to say a word.

-Nothing. -Not a word.

-Really? -Really.

Remember Gerry's party?

You won't believe what Andrea's making up.

MEXICO CITY

We're talking about one of the most prominent CEOs in Latin America.

What do you all think?

Did you read it?

So, if everyone likes Roberto's interview…

I don't like it.

There's no point in interviewing the pope or Barack Obama

if you just ask trivial questions.

It looks like paid publicity instead of an interview.

Verito, someone's asking for you.

Just a second, okay?

No, please, stay.

We love having you here.

What else could I do? I sent you an email, a text message.

I'm working.

-You don't have time to answer an email? -To discuss what, Miguel?

Who do you want to sell insurance to now?

-It's not about my work. -So you want me to write you a profile?

You want to be on the cover and get me in more trouble?

It's about Andrea.

She was sexually assaulted.

And the kid's completely free, as if he hadn't done anything.

I must do something about it.

This magazine focuses on politics, Miguel.

And economics.

The Huertas have done business with the government.

There it is.

What if I set you up with a lawyer?

-No… -I know a great one in Puebla.

No, I don't need a lawyer.

That won't help.

We have to do something to bring those bastards down.

I'm in a meeting.

Knowing you, I'm sure you can publish something

without directly mentioning my daughter.

You can say it's from an anonymous source.

Does Andrea know you're here?

Andrea? Of course, absolutely.

If you want, you can talk to her, and she can tell you what happened.

And you can decide if going to Puebla is worth it or not.

I don't know what else to do, Vero, please.

Okay.

Let me talk to my editor and see if he's interested.

But please don't send me 800 messages, okay?

She gave me a seven.

A seven, dude!

I swear she doesn't like me.

-What did you get? -On what?

-On the test. -Andy!

Just the way you like it.

What? Are you also going to report me?

You're defending your friend? He can't stand up for himself?

Why don't you stop making shit up?

If he did it to me, he could also do it to you, stupid.

To me? No.

I have self-respect. I'm not a slut.

Didn't your mom teach you any self-respect?

What's up?

I have good news and bad news.

What do you want to hear first?

One of our drivers can't come to work because it's his bachelor party today.

-On a Tuesday? -That's what he said.

The good news is that I drove a radio host to the airport

and he invited us on his show.

And? He's going to interview us?

I told him about the conflict between Uber and taxi drivers.

And he was really interested.

That's good.

When are you going?

Haven't you heard me talk in public?

Remember our parents' golden wedding anniversary?

-You were drunk. -I would've talked worse sober.

Come on. You should do the interview.

I don't think it's a good idea.

It's free publicity.

Well…

Hello?

Hello, miss. Tell me.

What's wrong with you? You can't mess with Regina.

I don't give a fuck.

Why did you say that about Carlos?

Because it's the truth.

Before you punish my daughter,

why don't you ask Regina why my daughter attacked her?

All that matters here is that there was a fight at school.

Okay, look, Miss Malú.

You called me when you saw what happened to my daughter's arm.

You're the principal.

You should know what happened to my daughter.

I don't know what you mean.

Haven't you heard anything about one of Regina's friends?

About something that happened at a party about a month ago?

Between my daughter and Carlos Huerta?

No, and I'm sorry, but I don't think that's school related.

Where are we talking now?

What do you want me to say?

Let me see if I got this right.

This will end up being Andrea's fault,

because you won't punish Raúl Huerta's son.

Or the daughter of this school's owners, right?

Right.

Don't bother punishing Andrea.

My daughter won't set foot in this school ever again.

Excuse me.

Let's go.

Are you doing okay?

I'm doing better than Regina.

I don't want you to set foot in that school again.

Thanks.

I've been thinking and… I don't know.

We have to take action against the Huertas.

I told you I'm not going back to the PPO.

No, I don't mean that, but…

There must be other things we can do without exposing you.

Shouldn't people know what happened to you?

More than those who already know?

It could be an article.

Your name doesn't have to be on it.

I don't want to do anything for now.

And…

What do you mean by "for now"?

I don't know.

Give me some time.

Fucking bitch. I don't give a shit.

Yeah. That's what she gets for spreading rumors.

But I feel bad for Regina.

Forget it, dude.

There's something I don't understand.

Didn't Andrea want to fuck with you?

Yeah, but she got intense and I got bored and she got mad.

Didn't you say in Acapulco that she fucks great and all that?

That doesn't mean I want to marry her.

I don't know, man.

She's saying it happened at my house.

-During my party. -Forget it, dude.

Carlos already told you she's lying.

Why? Are you jealous, dude?

No, I'm not jealous.

I don't want any trouble.

Dude, there won't be any trouble.

Andrea left this school. Bye.

Don't be a pussy, Gerry.

THREE YEARS EARLIER

Go, go, go! Get in, get in!

Get in, get in!

Fucking Charlie!

-I thought we wouldn't make it. -Fuck yeah!

What's that?

Don't tell me your dad let you buy a dog.

Well, kind of.

What did you do, Charlie?

-Did they see us? -Did you steal it?

-How come they saw us? -Don't get out of the car.

I need you to return the animal.

What animal?

My parents will kill me. Give it to them.

No, relax.

-Open the car, please. -Why?

Because I'm telling you to.

-I lost the keys. -Just give them the dog.

Hey! Lock it!

Get out.

-What if I don't? -I won't say it again!

Get out.

Hey, hey, hey!

-What's your problem? -What are you doing?

Stay still!

-Do something! -No way.

-Call your dad. -You're crazy, dude!

Now you're in a big mess.

-Who are you calling? -My mom.

-Can I really start tomorrow? -Yes, whenever you want.

This will be your classroom.

Welcome, Adriana.

Andrea.

It's not as shitty as it looks.

The only ballbuster is Miss Paty.

The rest are lazier than us.

Let's have a smoke and I'll tell you more.

-No, thanks. -Come on, don't be a buzzkill.

You got one or will you bum one off me?

I'll bum two.

Want to see a cool place?

Let's go.

You told me not to send you 800 messages,

but you didn't say anything about calling you.

Any news?

It's not that easy, Miguel.

My editor doesn't think this is news material.

A rape case isn't news material?

Not in Mexico.

There should've been a scandal or something that draws attention.

Well, for it to become a scandal it has to get published, right?

If more people knew about it, if it went viral… Think about it.

Okay, Vero. Thank you.

I love how your hair looks. Are you styling it?

-No. -I also love it.

It looks nice. Right, Memo?

What?

I made your favorite dessert.

Flan.

You don't have to do all this for me. I swear I'm all right.

I'm glad you didn't carry through with the report.

Joaquín…

What? It's the truth.

In this country, the legal system is a joke. Right, Dad?

It sure is, son.

You see?

Where's the flan?

-Leave it. -I'll wash them.

Don't listen to your uncle.

You know he's a bit dumb.

He's right.

Not even my best friend believes me, let alone other people.

How can you expect them to believe you if you don't tell them what happened?

You don't understand.

I don't?

What would you do?

I…

I'd do everything in my power so I wouldn't regret it later.

I need your help.

-With what? -Lower your voice.

I don't want Andrea to hear us.

Why not?

I'll tell you, but promise me you won't blab.

I never blab.

Okay. I'll won't say anything. I promise.

I need you to tell me everything you know about Carlos Huerta.

If the dude finds out, he'll kill me.

-Why? -Are you kidding?

He's got into fights with half of Puebla. The guy's crazy.

Didn't you know that?

No, I didn't.

-Good night. -Bye, Mom.

I'm here for whatever you need.

Thanks, Grandma.

-Have a good night. -Good night.

Thanks, Mom-in-law. Good night.

-Good night, Mom. -See you!

Give me one second.

Joaquín.

What about the interview? Is it still on?

Well, I don't know. What should I tell them?

Call them. Tell them we'll do it.

-I'll go. -All right.

You're going to stain the sweater I bought you.

Where are you going, Dad?

To San Diego to see if I can close a deal.

A deal with whom?

With a guy that works in television. An old acquaintance of your mother.

What's that got to do with your work?

And you? Since when have you been interested in my work trips?

Behave.

Hey, Andrea changed schools.

Regina called her a liar and Andrea beat her up.

I'm telling you, Dad. She's crazy.

So your friends know what happened.

Well, she started the rumor, but nobody believed her.

She started it?

-Yes. -Are you sure?

She didn't finish her report and she didn't go back to the PPO.

Don't stir things up.

I want you to drive him everywhere. Keep a close eye on him, okay?

THREE YEARS EARLIER

-Get in. -Hey, hey!

We'll take your driver and call a tow truck if you don't get out.

I don't give a fuck.

Dude, enough! Give him the damn dog!

If we get out now, they'll throw us in jail.

Here she is.

Holy shit.

It's my dad, dude.

I told you nothing would happen.

Your dad says to get out and give me the dog.

No, you stay in the car.

-César, take him home. -Yes, sir.

You, Carlos, come with me.

Thank you, Dad.

Are they coming with us?

Dad, what are you going to do?

Dad.

Talk to me.

Dad.

Dad!

Get yourself checked. You don't like chocolate?

-My mom didn't like it either. -"Didn't"?

Oh, damn. That's too bad.

Relax. It's not like she died yesterday.

Why did you switch in the middle of the year?

It's okay if you don't want to tell me.

-Because of some guy. -An ex-boyfriend?

An asshole.

If he broke up with you, he must be an asshole.

It's a pretty casual interview.

-The point is to have a good time. -Okay.

Don't encourage him or he'll steal your job.

He should've been a comedian.

He's my brother. He says that because he loves me.

-Yes, sure. Have a seat. -Thanks.

-A picture. -Yeah, sure.

I'm your friend Lalo Salas, and here's this week's question.

How many of you out there have gotten so drunk that you couldn't even drive?

How many times have you said,

"Damn, I wish someone could drive me to my front door"?

Well, today's your lucky day because Miguel Portillo,

who's joining us here today, does exactly that for a living.

He gives rides to drunks like you, and like the guy next to him.

Just kidding!

Okay, I'll give you some context.

Miguel just started the first Uber business here in Puebla.

Miguel, welcome.

My pleasure, Lalo.

Tell us a bit about how you came up with this idea.

I was also young a century ago, and taxi drivers would never stop for me.

In fact, one night, after a party, I had to go back home on a scooter.

Oh, no! That really sucks, man.

-Just imagine after ten beers. -Catastrophic!

But tell me a bit more.

Is the business doing well? And how is Puebla treating you?

Starting a new business isn't easy, especially here.

We had many problems with the unions, taxi drivers, you know.

There are mafias everywhere.

Yes, that's why everything is a mess, right?

And forget about the government.

We have to change as a society.

All of us.

Just take a look at the tabloids, for example.

They're full of crooks.

Really?

Like whom?

Well…

Do you know…

Do you know who Raúl Huerta is?

-Isn't he the owner of Building Homes? -That's right.

Exactly.

How many businesses has the state given him?

I think that's Andrea's dad.

How many?

We're talking about a top-level scoundrel.

And his son is even worse.

What about his son?

I know!

He got into one of your Ubers really drunk, right?

What's up, Regina?

Hey!

Yes. Give me a minute.

Turn that down, dude!

Enough, asshole! Turn it down!

He's an offender.

Carlos Huerta is an offender.

As simple as that.

He violates the law, I assume.

He rapes women, Lalo.

His schoolmates.

And no one does anything because, of course, he's Raúl Huerta's son.

How about a musical break to lighten up the mood?

Go ahead, George!

Play this week's number one hit, courtesy of Nicki Minaj.

Turn it up.

Your interview went great.

Sorry, sweetie, but we had to do something.

I asked you to give me some time.

It's all I asked for when you picked me up from school.

I didn't mention your name. I didn't say he did anything to you.

-Everyone will find out. -Everyone who?

No one at your new school knows me. They don't know I'm your dad.

I got thousands of texts saying I'm a liar, a gossip and a slut.

Andrea.

Honey.

-Dad… -Andrea.

We'll talk later.

Yeah, dude.

The thing is, everyone heard it.

No way. Stop, stop, stop!

I'll call you later.

CARLOS HUERTA RAPIST

You're a rapist, Carlos!

-That stupid girl's dad did this! -Calm down! I'll help you take them down.

I have to do something to stop him!

Your dad told you not to do anything.

Fuck! There's a lot of them!

Help me out, César.

You always help my dad.

You must know something about this asshole or his daughter.

I have some pictures that might help you.

We have a presence in Puebla, in Veracruz.

And throughout the Riviera Maya.

What are you working on now?

Still building shopping malls and low-income housing?

That and many other projects.

Bridges, buildings, docks.

Docks?

That's one of the biggest projects in six years.

I know you and your boss at the station have good contacts in the government.

Support me on this and we'll apply for the tender together.

Other building companies are also interested in the docks.

Good friends of mine.

Let me show the project to your boss. Come to the meeting.

Enrique doesn't have time.

I know that next month you'll both be in Mexico, right?

How do you know that?

I also have friends.

I see.

I'll travel to Mexico City. We can talk, and we'll see what Enrique has to say.

I doubt he'll give you more than half an hour.

Ten minutes is enough.

It would have to be an excellent proposal.

Okay.

All right. I'll talk to Enrique. I'll get you a meeting.

But I can't promise you anything.

-Perfect. -All right.

Thank you.

Give Mariana a kiss on my behalf, please.

-I told you it was cool. -Yeah.

Do you know The xx?

I don't live in a cave.

Sorry.

-What are you doing? -What? You don't want to?

That's why I moved, okay?

Come on.

Fuck.

You act like a prude with me, but you send everyone else your nudes.

They're everywhere.

-They're awesome. -You're an asshole.

I can't believe you spent 10,000 pesos on this piece of shit.

Really, couldn't you have bought something that's easier to use?

If you're mad about the radio interview, just tell me.

Don't take it out on the machine.

You're not dealing with a nobody here.

Two drivers quit after your show.

-And they're all scared to death. -Good.

Now we'll see who's loyal and who isn't.

-Can you give us one minute? -What choice do I have?

Carlos sent the rest of my pictures to everyone.

I don't know what to say. I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter if I change schools. This won't stop.

What if we moved somewhere else?

I don't know… Mexico City.

People don't have Facebook in Mexico City?

What else are you going to do?

Me?

I know you.

You won't let this go.

No matter what I say, you'll do whatever you want.

At least, I deserve to know what you're thinking.

Aren't we supposed to always tell each other the truth?

I sent her pictures to everyone.

Maybe now she'll stop messing with me.

I've been looking for you. Stay here.

-What's wrong? -Charlie, stay here.

-Why? -Don't go out.

I'm serious. Charlie, don't go out!

Hey, asshole!

Dude.

-Easy, dude. -Move!

Take your fucking posters and go fuck yourself.

Didn't you hear me?

I just have to put up a few more.

Put one more up and I'll kick your ass.

Dude, don't!

Carlos, stop! Carlos!

What are you gonna do now, asshole?

-Carlos, stop! -Grab him!

-Let him go! -What are you gonna do?

Charlie! Let him go!

-Fucking asshole! -Enough!

-I'll kill you and your fucking daughter! -Stop! Let's go!

-Are you okay? -He's bleeding.

You got it, Memo?

Yes. I recorded everything.

You're crazy.

You wanted something eye-catching.

You're crazy. But…

my editor saw that your nephew's video went viral.

He gave me the green light to write the article.

-Miguel? -Yes. I'm here.

I'll get ready to go to Puebla this week and I'll call you.

We'll hit the Huertas hard.

Okay. Bye.

-She's coming. -Really?

Really.

-No more secrets, okay? -All right.

Don't do anything without telling me.

Swear it.

I swear.

I swear, okay?

THREE YEARS EARLIER

Don't move.

Where are you going?

Dad.

All right, gentlemen. The young man has something to say to you.

Get out and apologize.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, young man.

If we'd known you are Mr. Raúl's son, we wouldn't have bothered you.

That's right, young man. We apologize.

Ignacio Valdés, at your service.

Did you apologize?

You're grounded. No video games.

Then what should I do?

I can't go out with my friends, I can't watch TV.

You can go play in the backyard.

-What am I going to do in the backyard? -Come.

Let's go.

No.

You'll like it.

-What's that? -It's yours.

Hello!

Wasn't he sold?

Does my dad know?

Don't worry about him.

-Hello. -Do you know what you'll name him?

Good boy, Ignacio. Stay.

Good dog, Ignacio.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Sit down, please.

I've always held you in high regard.

Thank you, boss.

You're the only person I know who works harder than I do.

Who did you learn that from?

From your father?

From my mother.

She took care of us.

Did you know all my memories of my father are of him working?

-Was he an engineer like you? -No.

If you knew how I got to Mexico, you wouldn't believe it.

I know you also had a tough time getting where you are today.

So making this decision wasn't easy.

You gave those pictures to a reckless teenager

and you got us into a big mess, César.

Sorry, boss. I was just trying to help Charlie.

I'd never seen him like that.

I've know him since he was little. He's like a son to me.

No, I'm Carlos' father.

I'm really sorry.

I accept your apology.

That's why I hope and trust that you'll accept my decision.

This is for you.

I wish you all the best.

You may go.

-May I? -Come in, César.

I got you this.

It's cool, isn't it?

Really cool.

I didn't mean to interrupt. I just came to say goodbye.

Did my dad give you a hard time over the pictures?

That's too bad, César.

Don't worry.

You know what?

Before you go, tell Sylvia to bring me some quesadillas, please.

I found out who leaked your pictures, Andrea.

My contact at Telmex gave me this name.

César Ismael Maldonado.

Carlos' driver is called César. He's like his bodyguard.

I did some digging and César isn't on Polaris' payroll.

He does other stuff,

like evicting people from properties before they start building.

He pays workers in cash, and so on.

I think he's dangerous.

Do you think he'll want to talk to us?

We'll see.

Let me speak first, okay?

Follow my lead.

-Cool head, Miguel. -Don't worry.

-César? -It was you, asshole!

You sent those pictures to my daughter. You feel manly threatening a girl?

We have verified information saying it was you.

Nothing to say?

Come in.

Don't touch that.

I don't know what pictures you mean.

I don't work for the Huertas anymore.

Did they fire you or did you quit?

Why do you care?

How long did you work for the Huertas? Around ten years?

Twenty.

César, I'm a journalist,

and I'm writing an article about Huerta and his son.

About how they run their business.

About what Carlos did to Andrea.

I need your help to write it. I got nothing without you.

No one will know you spoke to us. I promise.

Yeah, sure.

Just about everyone who works with you.

Look, we can press charges against you.

We have enough information to send you to prison.

How can you live with yourself after what you did to my daughter?

And for what?

To defend a family that simply fired you after 20 years of service?

What do you want to know about the Huertas?

PREGNANCY TEST