Original subtitles

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Let's go.

-Wait, Mom, I can't. -Pablo, I've heard enough.

-Dad. -Don't make it worse.

For once in your life, listen to me!

-No, Mom… -You can't!

For fuck's sake, get ahold of yourself!

We're stepping out.

-I can't. -We are.

-Take responsibility for your actions. -I don't want to.

You'll do your part,

and we'll do ours. You'll be okay.

Breathe. Look at me in the eye and breathe.

Trust us, you'll be okay.

Breathe.

Let's go.

The minor Pablo Carranza has surrendered voluntarily

to answer to the charges of sexual assault against the minor Sara Sánchez Mondragón.

Don't touch her, scumbag!

He is complying with an outstanding arrest warrant

that this prosecution filed against him.

Fuck Ana María. She only came to steal the spotlight.

-She's here for Pablo. -Oh, please.

Pablo is in prison because of her.

-How did they find out? -Think the cops tipped them off?

Let's hope it was the cops.

Much of the media is here.

Everyone I called showed up.

CHEER UP, PABLO

AT LEAST HE HAS SOME BALLS PRAYERS FOR YOU

ROLE MODELS

It went well.

MY RESPECT TO YOU NO MORE IMPUNITY, #GOCARRANZAS

Really well.

What are you doing, Mom?

-Nothing, just burning some pictures. -Stop it!

What?

Mom, why don't you sit down?

Remember what the doctor said.

-What? -No stress.

But I'm fine. No more doctor talk.

My meds interacted badly. That's what it is.

-What are these? -They're old pictures.

I don't want them anymore, that's all.

Is Alberto Vela in any of these?

Who?

Alberto?

I don't remember any Alberto.

You said his name on the rooftop, Mom.

Oh, honey…

My God.

I probably said all sorts of nonsense up on the rooftop.

Is he the guy Dad killed?

What are you saying?

-Your dad didn't kill anyone. -Really?

-No, of course not. -I was there, Mom, and you know that.

Don't say such nonsense.

-Please, let it go. -How am I supposed to let it go?

-We never talked about it. -It didn't happen! Stop!

You tell me not to stress, and yet you come and stress me out.

Take these old pictures of your uncle. Take them,

do as you please with them, but leave me alone.

I want to be alone.

Yes?

Good evening, partner. Did I wake you?

No.

Everything okay?

All good.

Happy with the trucks. That Monarca logo sure works.

I see… I'm glad.

I was thinking about the future of our partnership.

I'd like to launder some cash through your hotels.

No, not the hotels.

Don't give me that bullshit.

I'm sending you the first million dollars. Do you understand?

No, the hotels are not in play.

Are you sure, Carranza?

Positive.

Very well.

How can I get through to you? I'm not--

You're going down, scumbag.

Finger me like you did her, you prick.

From here to there is yours.

Here's your living room.

Your fridge, your microwave, and your screen.

We'll look out for you. Cruz here will be your shadow.

All right, I'll leave you to it.

I don't get why you don't want me to bring him here.

You speak as if we'd left him in Afghanistan.

Nicolás is just fine with Nati in Monterrey.

-He'd be better off here with us. -This is no place for Nicolás.

My dad was murdered in this house.

Besides, I have too much stuff to deal with right now.

It would be good for him to meet his cousins.

Who do you mean?

-The rapist? Or the drug addict? -Sure, any of them.

This is no joke, Ignacio.

I don't want him involved with any of them,

or with your ex.

-Sofía, that was 25 years ago. -Well, let her in on that.

Didn't you notice how she looked at you at the funeral?

Shameless.

Listen, Sof,

this won't be over any time soon.

I'm bringing Nico so we can be together.

Then why bother asking me?

Enough.

-Ana, what are you doing here? -Hello.

-Is Sofía home? -Yes, she is.

I came to give her this. It's from my mom.

I don't think Sofía will be happy to see you.

Especially after the shares thing.

Then you give it to her.

She won't like the idea of you and I talking either.

Here.

Our offer to Agustín was fair.

Really?

A lot of things went on while you weren't around.

What things?

I don't have to tell you.

Give it.

I'll give it to her, from your mom.

What would be your goal as Monarca's financial adviser?

To implement a strategic financial plan, so Monarca can be what it once was.

What matters the most is sound financial management.

Without finances, there's no progress.

Give me three virtues and one weakness of yours.

-Enthusiasm. -And perseverance.

And your weakness?

Interviews make me nervous.

Holy shit. Your thoughts on Fausto Carranza?

He parted the seas for our beloved Mexico.

Jonás, Mergers and Acquisitions VP at Goldman Sachs.

Consultant in New York and Hong Kong.

-Did you leave them, or were you fired? -I haven't left yet.

But a headhunter friend of mine thinks Monarca could be a nice challenge for me.

So, tell me, Andrés, what's your vision for this company?

I'm the one who's hiring.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but I never admired your father as a businessman.

He was a legend, of course,

but the way he did things seemed outdated to me.

Is that so?

But then I heard you were Monarca's new CEO,

and that, I found interesting.

Let me stop you right there.

That chair you're sitting on, this entire building in fact,

is my father's legacy.

You can't come to my home

and speak ill about my family, and I can't stand…

people who try to fool me.

So why don't you give me at least one honest answer?

What are you doing here?

Financial trading has lost the appeal it had for me.

One has no impact on the market. One merely reacts to it.

I need to be somewhere that's alive,

where there's vision, risks,

and where my presence makes a difference.

I offer you celebrities and unlimited tequila for your event.

What more do you want?

Okay, Bruno, then unfortunately,

I'll have to call Arte Careyes

and tell Filippo that you don't value--

That sounds perfect to me. I'll send you everything you need today.

You made the right decision. Kisses.

-On the other hand-- -Guess who closed the Fashion Week.

Honey, let me introduce you to Jonás Peralta.

Monarca's new CFO.

Hello.

Hi.

Andrés has told me wonders about you.

Many people don't know this, but for a company to really succeed,

finances and public relations must work closely together.

Exactly.

-Can we have a word in private? -Of course.

Jonás, I'll walk you out.

-A pleasure meeting you. -Likewise.

-Excuse me. -Welcome aboard.

Thank you. Andrés.

-We're all set, then. -Thanks.

He looks like a model.

No one will take him seriously.

Are you sure he's the best for the position?

Did you consider all the options, all the candidates?

Are you second-guessing me?

No, honey, of course not.

But I don't want any trouble, Andrés.

And he smells like trouble to me.

Ximena…

Congratulations on landing the Fashion Week deal.

You know better.

Grab him.

Come on.

Who do you work for, fucking gringo?

For the CIA, for the DEA?

I'm a professor.

A novel about tequila.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Novel, my ass.

We know exactly what you're digging for, gringo.

Or did you think we wouldn't find out?

Who else has seen what you've got?

My publisher.

In California.

Your family?

My family is in the United States.

They don't know anything.

Please.

Please.

What?

We need five million dollars to sow our fields again.

-We don't have that money, Ana María. -We'll have to find it, Fermín.

Agave takes six years to grow, sometimes seven.

The only way to keep this company afloat

is by reclaiming our farmland.

Our workers can't stay furloughed.

We can't let them think we're not doing--

What a beautiful motivational speech!

I'm here to help you with a little gift

that'll make everyone happy.

Can I finish my meeting? We'll talk later.

This comes straight from the CEO's office.

-Should I tell him you're too busy? -No, go ahead.

Thank you. Ame, help me out.

I give you the new logo design of Herederos Tequila.

The focus groups loved it.

Ximena, what Monarca needs is to sow its burned fields,

not a shiny new logo for its tequila.

Well, this shiny new logo

will position us as a forward-thinking company,

that doesn't focus on past mistakes.

I've made Herederos Tequila

the official sponsor of the Fashion Week's Kissing Room.

It wasn't easy, though.

What does Monarca have to do with that?

Public perception is everything nowadays.

I've been tasked with repositioning

this company's terribly damaged image

in order to attract new clients.

Which, by the way, will benefit the distillery directly.

So, you're welcome.

So, I want your team

to prepare bottles with the new logo for Fashion Week.

What I want is for your team to handle it

because we have no time for that.

Well, then…

if you have a problem, talk to Andrés.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Come on, guys.

Start digging, man.

Dig, man! I said dig!

I told you to dig.

Dig.

What are you looking at? Turn around now!

The other day, Mom and I attended a Pilar Ortega event.

-It was very interesting. -Did you see that filthy rabble-rouser?

"Rabble-rouser," Mom?

Mom, she's a radical, a populist, but--

-She's not a populist. -She's a populist.

Instead, what you should do, honey, is follow Laborde's campaign.

-He just signed a pro-life-- -You won't bring Laborde to this table.

Pro-whose life?

-To me, Pilar is very brave. -She's ambitious, but brave?

Right, like many of us here.

And you, Mr. CEO?

-What's your take on this? -As CEO?

Monarca is a family business,

that is wholly nonpartisan and apolitical.

No!

-It's time for you to take a stance. -This country is only getting worse.

-She says she works for the people. -Hitler said the exact same thing.

You're blabbing nonsense!

-Rodrigo, what are you laughing at? -You're clueless.

She's poor because she doesn't work hard enough.

I mean it…

Keep it up, I hope you stop talking like that when your dad gets home.

-What did you say, Mom? -That this country is getting worse.

-It's ruled by the poor. -Grandma, please.

And the poor are getting lazier.

-Ximena, take her away. -We have to do something about it.

The poor are now in power, doing as they please.

And there's no progress.

It's happening. They don't want to work. They want the government to do it all.

-Mom. -I think--

-What? -Are you okay?

Come on, Lou.

-What happened? -She's in bed now.

"When your dad gets home"?

What's going on with Mom?

She's just stressed.

No, we should take her to a hospital.

-Yes, I'll take her. -I already took her.

A few days ago, she had a routine check-up,

and there's nothing wrong. It's all normal for her age.

Her blood pressure was a bit high, so they switched her meds.

The doctor told her not to stress.

-Did she get every test? -Yes, Joaquín.

-An MRI? -MRI, yes.

-An EKG? -That too.

-Blood work? -Everything.

There's nothing to worry about. She's taken care of.

What we should worry about is that cousin of ours.

Sofía is negotiating, she wants money. What did you expect?

No, that's not it.

Of course it is.

I'll handle it, I'll talk to her.

Thanks for meeting with me, Jorge.

-Sure, but I don't have much time. -Neither do I.

My dad said you have evidence that can help me take down my cousins.

-I don't know what you're talking about. -He mentioned a shirt.

I'm here for you to repay my dad everything he did for you.

Look, Sofía, for the time being, your plans and mine don't align.

What changed?

What are they giving you? You've taken their side.

Excuse me, I have a meeting to get to.

Given my affection for your father, Sofía, I ask you to be patient.

When I get to where I'm getting, because I'll get there, we'll talk.

Forgive me. I have to take this.

I don't need Laborde.

I'll find my way.

Let's go.

You better stop digging around, blondie.

Otherwise, we'll tie your wife and kids to a truck

and drag them around until their skin peels off. Am I clear?

Am I clear?

Will you tell them, or should I?

-Did you know about the book, Mom? -Yes, sweetie. He told me a few days ago.

Why would you write about our family?

Mexico isn't the real danger, Martin. You are!

You lost them when you tried to sell out my family.

Your dad is a good person…

but he messed up.

His ambition and desire to publish once again got the better of him,

and he didn't check his sources.

As you know, there are many people that want to hurt us.

And those people would say anything to do just that.

But aside from that,

we couldn't make our marriage work.

That doesn't mean we don't love each other.

We'll still protect each other,

and care for one another.

And we'll never stop being a family.

How's my baby boy?

How are you? Come, sit.

How are you? Need anything?

-Is there anything you need? -No, everything's fine.

No one is bothering you, right?

Someone's watching my back 24/7.

Great.

I've been thinking about Sara and that night.

Why would you do that? There's no point.

Think about what you'll do when you get out instead.

Right.

-I want to know if she's okay. -No. Look…

I brought you some pictures of your new room,

for you to see the progress. Isn't it turning out great?

Do you like it? Look, check them out.

Do you like the wall color?

I asked you to be careful.

Why did you beat him up so bad?

The order was to make it seem real.

Yes, but you went too far.

There's a flash drive in the back pocket with all the information.

Great, thrilled to have teamed up with Fashion Week.

It goes without saying, I'm thankful to my wife

for obtaining Monarca Corp.'s new crown.

-I can't believe it. -Millennials have no work ethic.

I know.

-I don't want to see him again. -Forget about him.

I already fired him.

But a lot of outlets came. Don't worry, we're covered.

Sweetie, we need to be on social media.

-We need our social media coverage. -I know.

I'm Rodrigo Carranza.

-And I bet you're a model. -Ro!

Sorry.

This phone has social media access for Monarca and Herederos.

I want you to cover the event. Can you handle it?

-Yes. -Are you sure?

-This is no high school talent show. -Can you do it or not?

I'm 18. It's what I do.

We are innovators.

Creators of life and moments.

Our goal: To make the world a better place.

Our gift:

The nectar of kings.

Herederos.

Cheers to Mexico. Cheers to Monarca.

Cheers to Herederos Tequila.

We give you Andrés Carranza, CEO of Monarca Corp.

Ximena, can I take a picture?

-Thanks. -Of course.

Hi, Ximena.

Congratulations, everything turned out spectacular.

I know.

Now I get why Andrés got to where he is.

Enjoy the evening.

I'm glad you came.

You no longer wear your old perfume.

-No, I don't. -Forgive me.

-How can you remember my perfume? -Some things you never forget.

I want to apologize for the other day at Agustín's house.

It was weird and out of line.

-Forgive me. -Don't worry about it.

I never imagined we'd end up on opposite teams.

Then what did you imagine?

Where's your wife?

Around.

And your husband?

Around.

We're getting a divorce.

-What? -About what?

-What? -You're glad to hear it.

-No. -You don't fool me.

-Why are you smiling, then? Tell me. -I didn't say anything.

I didn't say it.

-All right, then. -I'm scared to say, but I'm not…

I'll go find me a drink.

Frida, would you mind grabbing the bottle from the middle?

And Luz, give me some profile and it'll look amazing.

-Ladies, he'll be right back. -That's it.

One last shot.

There. Thank you.

Hey, well done.

You're doing great.

You really think so?

I'm not kidding. I've been watching you.

I'm trying my best.

What do you mean "trying"?

I came to Mexico to ride, uncle.

But after what happened with Atila,

I've had a hard time figuring out my place in this family.

I don't feel I belong.

Talk to Ximena. You can work with her.

At Monarca? Really?

You're a Carranza. You're family.

Remember Fermín's nephew?

You made him drink tequila through his eye.

I talked him into it.

He lost his eye, what an idiot.

He was so in love with you, so naive.

I've never liked paupers or naive fools.

We are so alike.

You wish, cousin.

You were always like this, weren't you?

So high and mighty.

Am I that transparent?

Why don't we cut the bullshit? Drop the businesswoman act.

It'd be easier if you sold me your shares,

went back home richer, and went on with your life.

What makes you think I'd accept the scraps you offered my dad?

That's irrelevant. We can set a new price.

Here's an idea.

I'll lend you the company jet and before you know it,

you'll be back home.

First, you don't get to lend me the jet.

As a Monarca shareholder, I own that jet as much as you do.

We can raffle it.

And second, I already told you, I'm not selling my shares.

Remaining a Monarca shareholder sounds more fun to me.

Not as much as making someone lose their eye, but close enough.

As you wish.

It was good seeing you, cousin.

Hi there.

-Hello, Mom. -Hello.

-Did you invite them? -No.

They asked me if they could stay with me for a while.

-Why don't they stay at a hotel? -Their kid is coming.

The boy can't stay at a hotel.

I'll go check on them.

Our success at Fashion Week was greater than anticipated.

Our video went viral, and Monarca is now a trending topic.

Distributors expect

a 20 to 30 percent increase in orders.

So, our rebranding worked.

I want the first five million in sales to go directly to the distillery,

so we can grow the fields and sow more Agave.

-Thanks a lot. -Enough.

Orders keep pouring in.

Well, then…

-Cheers. -Cheers!

Cheers.

Where will we celebrate?

I have a previous engagement. Yes.

-Reschedule it. -I can't. They're waiting.

All right.

I need you to sign some documents before you leave.

On my way out.

Bye, honey.

Bye.

What is it?

Release forms for merchandise stuck in customs.

Nothing to worry about.

So, a business dinner?

Do you want me to join you?

Get to work, Jonás.

We're not passing up on the chance to celebrate, are we?

To your vision.

I'm more of a bitch than a visionary.

-To bitches, then. -And to those who aren't easily scared.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

See you tomorrow.

May I help you?

You may.

Wipe the servers.

Not a word about this to anyone.

Certainly, Mr. Carranza.