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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Come on, hurry!

-Are you sure you don’t want me to drive? -Talk to them.

We’re coming in hot. Two patrols after us. Keep them out.

I repeat: Don’t let them through.

You can’t come in. Private property! Stay out.

Mom.

We all…

have secrets.

THREE DAYS EARLIER

Ana María Carranza,

you’re under arrest for the murder of Fausto Carranza.

Let me go, motherfucker! Let me go!

Where are you taking me?

I need to talk to my lawyer.

Take those clothes off, put this on.

See what happens when you ignore your creditors?

Why did you make me come here?

You asked me to burn down your agave,

because you were going to deal with Monarca and so on.

What did I gain from it?

Nothing.

Nothing at all!

I need more time.

Of course.

We all need something.

Who gave you the shirt?

What does it matter?

The point is I have it.

Your video will get to the press, Laborde.

…for things to start flowing again, we need to come to a new agreement.

I need double the amount.

-Listen, doll… -Don’t “doll” me, scumbag.

This…

is proof that your father didn’t die of a heart attack.

With this shirt, I can lock you up for murder

and charge your family as accessories.

How do you think your mom will fare in a prison cell?

Rodolfo, you’re the Attorney General and my son is turning himself in.

After fleeing to Portugal.

Yes, but he came back of his own free will.

And he’s pleading guilty. Besides, you’ll take the credit.

No, and he can’t be tried as an adult. He’s 17, for God’s sake.

I know, but since the media got hold of the story,

I’ve been under a lot of pressure to make an example of him.

Okay.

-How much? -It’s not all about money.

Well, what do you want? What do you need? Tell us.

What do you want?

To become president.

But campaigns don’t come cheap. So, first, you’ll keep giving me a cut

from each of Monarca’s government deals.

And second, you’ll bury that video for good.

Now here’s what I need:

Two out of every five Monarca trucks will carry my product.

My five percent cut we agreed on will remain the same.

Five.

But he goes to juvenile.

A four-month sentence, and he’ll be released when he turns 18.

No charges for fleeing.

And for another million,

I’ll make sure he’s put in a ward for people…

of a similar high standing.

And you’ll guarantee Pablo will be safe in there.

He’ll be looked after,

but it’s still prison. I can make no guarantees.

You will never be president.

-Listen carefully… -You listen to me!

No matter how much you steal from Monarca,

you’ll never be this nation’s president. You know why?

Because people are sick of having thieves like you in power.

If what you say is true, tell me…

why do we keep winning?

Do we have an understanding, or do you want me to ask your sister?

I’ll see to it.

I didn’t hear you.

I’ll see to it, for fuck’s sake.

All right.

That’s what I like to hear.

Let’s go.

Cecilia.

Cecilia!

What have you done?

-What? -What have you done, Cecilia?

I’m doing the same thing as you, Fausto…

protecting my family.

You disgust me, Joaquín.

They killed our uncle.

What?

-You killed Agustín? -What are you talking about?

They broke in his house and killed him.

I wish I’d done it myself, for Dad, but I didn’t do it.

Hello, my darling.

I’m glad you’re here.

-Are you okay? What happened? -Yes, I’m fine.

It’s about Monarca.

No, listen to me, Andrés.

Please, I beg you!

I didn’t give it to him!

-I’m done with you stabbing my back. -Why didn’t you burn it?

-Fuck your mother. -We have the same one.

What’s going on?

I asked you to come so we could talk.

Laborde called me.

He told me he has Ana María’s shirt…

stained with Fausto’s blood.

Is that true?

I’m sorry, Ana María,

but you’re in a delicate situation.

You can no longer lead Monarca.

-What did you say, Mom? -You heard me.

I left my whole life behind and came back to Mexico to run Monarca

because that’s what my dad wanted,

but since day one, you’ve been in my way, blocking me again and again,

and now you want me out?

You’re the one who asked us to hide the truth about Dad

to protect the family,

but when have you protected me from this psychopath

who gave my shirt to Laborde and won’t let me do my job?

-I had nothing to do with it, damn it! -Joaquín didn’t do it.

He’d incriminate himself along with the rest of us.

I’m sure it was Agustín.

I’m glad, Mom. You finally came to your senses--

Shut up. After you burned the agave

and partnered up with those monsters,

I’d be out of my mind if I put you in charge of Monarca.

You’ve both been inept.

From this day forward,

Monarca’s CEO will be Andrés.

-No… -Andrés?

You can’t do this to me, Mom. Not again.

You can’t take away what’s been rightfully mine

from the beginning!

What are you doing, Mom?

The company’s leadership isn’t a game of musical chairs.

Andrés can’t fill that role.

It takes guts, which he doesn’t have.

All he does is lounge at the beach, scratching his balls--

-That’s not true. -Isn’t it?

How long until one of his toy boys

tries to blackmail this family?

Don’t claim you didn’t know, because Dad sure did!

-Stop, Andrés! Leave him alone. -Andrés.

Andrés.

Andrés?

Andrés!

That’s enough.

Enough.

Let it go.

Just let it go.

I swear you’ll regret this.

Look at me.

You’ll come crawling on your knees, asking me to return to Monarca

to save you from the mess your mama’s boy will make.

I swear.

Let it go.

I can’t believe it! I knew it!

I knew it, you’re the real head of this family.

You’re the one who’s grounded,

who has the charm, who is levelheaded.

Your father…

Your father would be so proud of you.

Wherever he is,

I’m sure he’s watching you.

So, the time has come to show everybody

that you are Andrés Carranza.

What’s wrong?

I don’t trust you.

This is no time to have doubts about us.

-We are only together for Pablo. -That’s not true.

We’re together because I love you.

And because you need me,

now that you’re king, more than ever.

For, in addition to power,

you’ll have enemies.

And that’s where I’ll be, beside you,

watching your back

so you can rule at ease.

Remember what we’re capable of together, babe.

We have to stay strong together for what’s coming.

-Moving forward-- -Ximena.

You’ll learn to keep your mouth shut.

Here are all the notes we found concerning Fausto Carranza…

from 1996.

I also need the death record,

from that same year, 1996.

The name is Alberto Vela.

-Alberto Vela? -Yes.

-I’ll go check. -Thank you.

BLOCK THIS NUMBER? BLOCK

Xime.

When Pablo goes to jail,

we are going to suffer a lot.

And no one, no one will understand.

This rotten feeling…

won’t go away, until he’s out of jail.

And honestly, I don’t think this is something we should go through on our own.

-No, me neither-- -Wait, let me finish.

We know each other very well, Ximena.

Better than anyone, for better or for worse.

And fuck, when we team up,

when we’re together, when we communicate,

the world ain’t got shit on us.

You say a king has enemies,

you know what else a king has?

A queen, of course.

Do you want to keep being my wife?

Sweetheart…

Yes, I do.

-I do. -Really?

Yes.

Then I’ll need you to sign this.

What is this?

A nondisclosure agreement.

So now you’re going to treat me…

like an employee?

If you want this life, you’ll sign those papers.

What does it say?

That if you open your mouth to harm me or my family, you’ll lose everything…

including Pablo.

But if what you said to me is true…

this will be easy for you, a mere formality.

On one condition.

I want a job in Monarca.

Good morning, thanks for coming.

Yes, thank you.

Wasn’t this meeting about Monarca?

Could you step out, sister-in-law?

Well, Ximena works at Monarca now.

Are you serious?

This'll take no time at all then.

The decision has been made.

-What area will she be working in? -Public Relations Director.

Well, let’s get to it.

What happened the other day at my mom’s house

is no use to us or the company.

-I don’t want a war among siblings. -So, what do you have in mind?

I want you both back at Monarca.

You, on the construction division, and you, on the distillery.

But you’ll report to me.

Jojo?

I accept.

-He’s happy. -It seems so.

And you?

I don’t have an answer right now, Andrés.

-The distillery is literally in flames. -I don’t know.

Ana.

I need you.

I’ll let you know tomorrow.

Dude…

-I like this one. -Why did you bring us here?

I want to ask you if you’d like to go back to Los Angeles.

Why?

Because I don’t work at Monarca anymore.

-What? -It doesn’t matter.

That’s not why we’re here. I’ll explain later.

I’d like to know what you think.

Aren’t you comfortable here anymore?

No, that’s not it, sweetie.

There are things I need to reconsider.

It’s fine by me, but only if the four of us do it.

All of us, or no dice.

Ro?

No. If you go back to LA, I’ll stay here with uncle Joaquín.

With Joaquín? There’s no way.

Why not, Mom? I lived with him for a year.

Yes, but now you live with us.

Why do you ask my opinion if you don’t care?

But you could ride, study, and do many other things…

Mom, it’s not about riding. So I can kill another horse?

Don’t say that. You didn’t kill that horse.

-It was an accident. -No...

I’m not cut out to be a horseman.

Or to be anything else, apparently,

and that won’t change if we go back to Los Angeles.

In Mexico, at least I’m a Carranza.

Being a Carranza is not enough.

Don’t give up.

Says the one who wants to go back to LA

-because she lost her job at Monarca. -Hey!

Besides, I’m an adult.

It’s my choice.

I’ll wait for you in the car.

Really? That’s how it is?

Mr. President, may I come in?

What’s up?

We have an agreement with Palafox that must be honored.

Do we?

What agreement?

Two out of five of Monarca’s trucks and a five percent cut standard fee.

Joaco, Ana María did the right thing not dealing with those guys.

Why would we start now?

That motherfucker broke into my home.

He put a bag over my head,

put a gun to my head,

and told me to wait for the bullet…

at some point that night.

He kept me that way until sunrise.

If they got to me…

they’ll get to you.

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name,

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done…

How are you?

-Good, and you? -I’m also good.

You go ahead.

-Hi, uncle. -Hi, sweetie.

My condolences, Amelia.

-I know you were very close with him. -Thank you.

See you inside.

Look on the bright side.

You won’t have Monarca, but neither will she.

CARRANZA FAMILY

Can we talk about Agustín’s death?

-Did you kill him? -No, did you?

-No. -Then who did?

-Joaquín. -No…

Don’t you think it’s weird we had just talked about this at Mom’s?

Who should we send flowers to for making this miracle come true?

This is no miracle, they killed him before he could sell us his shares.

We’ll just buy them from our cousin.

She better show up to her father’s wake.

She won’t come alone.

You’ll need to convince her to sell her shares to us.

Fuck, why should I be the one?

We both know I’m not the right person

to deal with this cousin of ours in particular.

What are we going to do?

Convince her to sell what her father refused to sell.

Glad you could make it.

My father was killed, Andrés. We had to come.

Sofía.

I’m surprised to see you here, back in Mexico.

-You remember Ignacio, right? -Of course, we’ve met. It’s been ages.

I’m sorry about Agustín’s death.

You mean my father’s murder.

Shall we go in?

Have you heard anything from the police?

What could they possibly tell me?

Let’s go.

I know it’s terrible timing, but since you’re here,

we should talk about Monarca at your earliest convenience.

Of course.

I just want to sell my shares and get the hell out of here.

Hey.

I’m truly sorry about your dad.

Thank you.

I wish I’d been there for you.

They didn’t even do his makeup right.

They didn’t even do his makeup right.

I think what you’re doing is very brave, Pablo.

Totally, cousin.

Brave?

More like idiotic.

Don’t say that, dude.

Do you know how many people would’ve done all kinds of shit

not to face what they did?

I mean it.

They say people like me are put through hell in there.

It won’t be easy, Pablo.

But it’s necessary.

Pablo…

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Our Father who art in Heaven.

Hallowed be Thy name.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us…

And forgive us…

Forgive us…

Forgive…

Son of a bitch!

Come, Mom, okay?

Those who did this to my uncle are sons of bitches.

-Come with me. -Yes, darling.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

-Are you sure? -Yes, dear, I’m fine.

I got dizzy, that’s all.

It must’ve been the flowers.

I’m a 70-year-old woman. Can’t I get dizzy now and then?

-Fine, Mom. -Here, Cecilia.

-What is this? -It’s water.

You drink it first.

-No, Mom. -Drink it.

Don’t be ridiculous, just drink it.

-Don’t call me ridiculous. -Just drink it.

-There you go. -Laborde is here.

Jorge.

Candidate Laborde.

“President Laborde” has a nicer ring to it.

I know what my uncle represented for your candidacy.

Joaquín, this isn’t the place to do this.

Actually, this is the perfect place.

For now, I want to be the one to help you become Mexico’s president.

Can you fill his shoes, Joaquín?

Why would I want his worn-out shoes?

I’m sure my uncle would’ve had his shoes up your ass

throughout your entire administration.

On the other hand, I’m more reasonable.

I just want one thing in return.

Monarca.

Those things…

can’t be just promises, Joaquín.

Actions speak more than words.

Sofía? Jorge Laborde.

Your father was a great man and a dear friend.

He had great confidence in you, in your campaign.

-Anything you need-- -I need to know who killed him.

Me too. I want you to know you have the government’s support.

Let’s hope it’s true.

Excuse me.

-Hi, Rosi. -Hi, ma’am, how did it go?

Good. Is my husband here?

I haven’t seen him today.

He should be in Mr. Fausto’s office.

That’s where he’s been working.

In my dad’s office?

TITLE OF OWNERSHIP

SUSPICION AFTER THE DEATH OF FAUSTO CARRANZA, PRESIDENT OF MONARCA

INFLUENCE PEDDLING

HEALTH LICENSE

ANDRÉS CARRANZA CHARGED FOR BRIBING AUTHORITIES

STATE GOVERNMENT IMPLICATED IN BRIBERY CASE

ALBERTO VELA, JALISCO INDUSTRIALIST, MURDER VICTIM

STILL NO LEADS ON MURDER

You son of a bitch.

People from the government, drug lords.

And I thought you came here to support me, not ruin me, Martin.

Get the hell out of my family’s house!

Daddy! Dad!

Ana María, sweetie.

We’ll soon be together.

What is it, Licha?

I had no choice.

If it came to light…

it would’ve ruined us all.

We all have secrets.

He loved me.

And I loved him, but…

I couldn’t, no…

We couldn’t allow it.

-What? -Alberto.

-Alberto who, Mom? -Alberto.

What are you doing here?

What? Why am I here?

Why am I on the roof?

-What am I doing on the roof? -Mom…

Why am I on the roof?

Why am I here?

Your mother is stable for now.

-Yes, but what’s wrong with her? -Vascular dementia.

She’ll lose her social skills little by little.

She may act inappropriately in public, or display anger.

-Changes in behavior-- -Run more tests.

No, I don’t want any more of this.

No more tests, enough.

If we don’t know what’s wrong, we can’t talk with--

I don’t want to. I want to go home, and that’s that.

I don’t want you to tell Joaquín or Andrés about this.

We have to tell them, Mom.

Yes, but not now.

Not now.

I have a lot to think about.

Lots of decisions to make.

No…

Can I trust you on this?

Please.

Yes, Mom. Of course.

Come here.

Ana María comes to Mexico, my uncle dies, and she takes over Monarca immediately.

Then they try to buy my Dad’s shares,

but he won’t sell, and the next day he’s killed.

As your lawyer, you have my full support.

Look…

your father asked me to give you this,

in the event anything should happen to him.

That’ll be all.

Good night.

As we all know, Agustín, rest his soul, left his entire estate to Sofía,

including ten percent of this company.

But what troubles us is the fact you offered my wife so little money

for the shares her father left her.

Nacho, our agave was burned down.

They shut down the new hotel the second it was opened.

But well, we’re here to negotiate…

My dearest daughter, if you’re reading this letter,

it means I’ve sadly left this world

without saying my last goodbye to you.

It hurts me deeply not to be with you right now…

embracing you.

But what happened wasn’t under my control.

These past few months, I painfully looked upon

the true face of the Carranza Dávila family.

I’m not selling my shares.

Excuse me?

I’m not selling my shares.

They tried to destroy me,

to take what was mine.

And now that I’m gone,

they’ll try to do the same to you,

but I won’t let that happen.

My dad taught me that…

tragedies can often become opportunities.

In this letter,

you’ll find the answers to strip them

of a fortune acquired through lies.

I’ll take this opportunity to spend time with you,

to get to know you.

To be close to Monarca.

The most important of which lies on the cover-up

of the death of my brother, Fausto.

That’s the key to it all.

In the end…

we’re family.