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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

I need you to talk to your contacts in Jalisco.

Sure, what about?

I need a search warrant for the Monarca estate.

I have to go to Jalisco to sign some documents.

What could possibly be so urgent about them?

It's just paperwork.

Ana.

Hello?

Listen to me. Sofía's on her way to Tequila as we speak.

What?

She has a search warrant to exhume your dad's corpse.

-Did you hear me? -Yes.

Yes. Thank you.

Yes, Anita, what is it?

I need you to go to the estate right now.

We have a search warrant to enter this property.

You want to dig up his coffin?

Have you lost your mind?

I know you're trying to protect them.

Don't make us do this by force, Fermín.

Fermín.

Anita.

I made sure the body was discretely cremated.

What about the rest?

I see my words fell on deaf ears.

I need to know the truth, Fermín.

Sometimes the truth doesn't change anything.

Or it changes everything.

SON #1

I hope these samples will do, doctor.

We can use this molar for the DNA test.

We'll let you know as soon as we have the results.

Lou, open the door!

I'm not mad at you, open up.

-Let me in! -Open, Lou!

An ambulance!

Call an ambulance, quick!

-Name? -Lourdes Carranza.

Substance?

Cocaine and alcohol.

Okay, sign here and here.

This is pointless.

You'll get through this, Lou.

I promise.

Gon…

Yes, I know this time I went too far, but…

I swear that shit was laced with something else.

My dad doesn't get it. I'll be better at home, I swear.

You could hire a nurse for me…

I could take my master's online, like we talked about, remember?

What do you think?

No.

You have to face this here.

Dude…

give me a fucking break!

This place is a shithole!

I know the therapies by heart. They don't work, okay?

Do you know what they feed us here?

Nothing but junk. I'll end up fat again.

You almost died.

As if you cared.

Don't say that.

Do you know what I felt…

when I was falling asleep on the bathroom floor?

I felt peace, damn it.

I felt peace for once.

You should've left me to die.

Lou. Lou!

If she doesn't want this, we can't leave her here.

Your sister needs professional help, it's not up to her.

What if we hire a nurse to watch her at home?

She's manipulating you. Don't let her.

You're not responsible for her life or any of her bad choices.

If we want to help her, we have to be firm.

Okay?

Even if it hurts.

Agreed?

You made it, despite your busy schedule.

You know I was very fond of your father.

If that's true,

I need you to give me Ana María's shirt.

To do what, exactly?

What my father wanted.

To prove the Carranza Dávila family killed my uncle

and reclaim Monarca.

Agustín was a bastard,

a stone-cold bastard.

Your father lied to you, Sofía.

It was your father.

He ordered Fausto's death.

If you keep digging, you'll just out him as a murderer

and destroy his legacy.

If you'll excuse me.

What was that, Andrés?

After all we've practiced, you still haven't learned.

You're worse than my kids.

Let's try again. But with guts this time.

Show me some guts!

Left, left, right. Do it!

Come on, with your left!

Show me that hook, go!

Everything okay?

Honey?

Darling?

Just don't ask.

Tell me the truth, I want to know.

No, I know you.

You don't want to know.

Did you two fuck?

Yeah.

You promised me we'd make every decision together.

Honey, Jonás is no threat.

Don't worry about it.

Thanks for the heads up.

Don't thank me.

Tell me who I saved, I'm not sure I did the right thing.

You did.

You have to do better than that. I just betrayed my family and myself.

-So, no more secrets. -What do you want to know?

Ask away.

Was your father murdered?

So, after I called, you had someone hide the body.

-I had it cremated. -Because you killed him.

Agustín killed him.

What?

My dad was no saint, but…

He wanted to do things right in the last years of his life and…

he was about to expose a lot of people when Agustín killed him.

Why did you leave?

Oh, Ignacio…

Twenty-five years ago, I watched my dad kill someone.

I walked into his study and saw him

pounding this man to a pulp over and over again.

I knew I couldn't stay.

So, I left.

Why didn't you tell me?

-Welcome, sir. -Hello.

-Alejandro Ruedas. -Of course.

I was hurt, I felt guilty.

I thought you'd met someone, and I didn't know.

That's the worst part, not knowing.

I tried to contact you.

But to no avail.

I'm sorry.

Here you go.

-Thanks. -Welcome, have a nice day.

I got word that you got married.

I got the invite and all.

Ever wonder what might've been if you hadn't left?

No.

I choose not to.

You've served your time, Pablo. There's no need for you to talk to her.

Besides, her parents are trash.

-Mom, when one sins… -What sins? Please.

You need God's forgiveness, not hers.

Who's putting these ideas in your head?

No one is. I'm doing this for myself.

Andrés, could you say something?

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

Do what you have to do, son.

And…

I think so. Let me double check.

Yes.

-I'll check them. -Yes, great.

Hello, Mom.

-What are you doing here? -Can't I take my daughter out for lunch?

Cami, is the report ready?

No, sorry, not yet.

Hi, Ana María Carranza.

-Nice to meet you, I'm Santiago Luna. -How do you do?

Mom, I don't think I can have lunch with you.

It's okay if you're busy. We'll do it some other day.

No, please, go. The report can wait.

Are you sure? You said it was due today.

Your mom is here, make the most of it.

What do you want to eat?

A guy from school, huh?

Who?

You said he was from school.

How old is he?

Does it matter?

Yes, it does. Apparently, he's my age.

I like him.

And he likes me, and…

I don't care about the age thing.

Besides, you're the last person who can say this.

-Dad's ten years older than you. -Ten years, not twenty, Camila.

And look how that ended.

That had nothing to do with age.

You're right.

Have you slept with him?

No, Mom, I haven't.

If I had, there'd be nothing wrong with it.

I just want you to know you shouldn't feel pressured

into doing something you don't want to.

I'm sure your first time will be amazing for you.

But not for him.

This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you.

-Honey. -You order. I'll be right back.

Are you trying to get me fired?

It's not like I told her. Did you want me to lie?

You should've lied, dammit. Do you know what will happen?

She'll tell your grandmother and there goes my career.

-My mom would never do that. -Please, don't be naive, Camila.

I thought you were more mature.

Forgive me.

I'm the one who gave Ana María a heads up.

What do you mean?

Sofía, I had no choice.

You're destroying our family.

You told Ana María. Did you…?

For your own sake.

You can't betray me and say you did it for my sake!

You're my husband!

Which side are you on?

This isn't working.

-We should split up. -No.

-Yes. Let's split up. -No!

Shut up! Don't ever say that!

Don't you ever say that.

Ignacio…

Wonderful. Yeah, I'll be there.

Bye.

That was Michelle.

Her dad is coming to the city for treatment.

This is our chance.

I'll come with you.

-No. -Why not?

You'll need a feminine touch to sweet-talk the boss.

Ximena, Andrés is right. We should--

I'm going alone.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need an espresso and silence.

Darling.

Rodrigo, go get ten chai lattes for the meeting.

-I'll order them. -No, don't.

Go yourself and make sure that you get almond milk.

And make it quick.

This was a bad idea.

Pablo, you're doing the right thing.

Can I give you a piece of advice?

Hear her out.

Come on.

Hi, Sara.

Thanks for agreeing to see me, Sara.

I want to apologize…

for what happened that night.

And for what I did to you.

I've thought a lot about this…

and I want you to know that, from the bottom of my heart…

you don't know how much I regret it.

What I did was wrong…

so wrong.

I abused your trust.

And I just hope that someday…

we can overcome this.

I hope you can forgive me.

Are you done?

Yes.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Did you think I would forgive you?

You didn't abuse my trust,

you abused me.

You raped me, Pablo. Get it straight.

You destroyed my life.

I can't be out on the fucking streets

without being judged.

I can't sleep.

I can't feel anything anymore.

And that's on you.

Sara, let us help you.

Don't "Sara" me!

I only came here to tell you how much I hate you.

How I wished you'd go through the same you did to me.

For you to get raped until you wanted to die.

-Sara, please. -Sara, what?

Do you see this son of a bitch?

His name is Pablo Carranza!

This is Pablo Carranza, and he's a rapist.

He sexually assaulted me,

and he's out of jail because his parents paid for his release.

How does that feel?

How does it feel to be stared at and judged?

Pablo…

Pablo.

I'm confused. Is this the one we checked?

-Auntie. -No!

-For God's sake! -Sorry, I got an extra coffee.

You're a mess.

Hey! Don't you dare spill it on me.

Go figure.

I asked for coconut milk,

not almond.

You said almond.

No. I know what I said.

So, take this back

and get me what I asked.

Go on. And get this cleaned.

I'm positive you said almond.

Are you talking back to me?

If you can't even do this job, I don't think you can do any job.

No.

Of course I can, Auntie.

Don't call me "Auntie."

Boss. I'll go get the coconut milk, and I'll send in a janitor.

If you will.

I mean…

the things you do for family.

Unbelievable.

This is my house.

Mine and the Lord's.

If it's the Lord's, it's yours.

Welcome.

Come in.

-I talked to Sara. -Good.

-How did it go? -Like shit.

I told her how I felt, but it didn't help at all.

I ruined her life.

Listen, Pablo,

you must let her go through her own hell.

What matters is God knows you've repented.

I feel like I can't connect with anyone.

Look, if things get tough, it means you're on the right path.

It happens to all of us.

Me and the boys are going to Puebla to build houses this weekend.

They're volunteers at the seminar.

You should come with us.

I don't think my parents will let me.

Get up, Pablo.

-Why? -Get up, Pablo!

How old are you?

-Eighteen. -How old?

Eighteen.

-What does that make you? -An adult?

And what do adults do?

I don't know. Vote?

They make their own choices, Pablo.

You can't connect with your parents

because you let them baby you.

-And you are an… -Adult.

I'll leave you to it, Pablo.

The venue canceled.

Why?

I don't know.

They said they double-booked.

The wedding's in two weeks.

Dammit!

You could ask your dad to call the owners.

You said they're friends, right?

I don't know.

Things are going well, but…

I'm not ready to ask him any favors.

Fine.

-Do you need help? -No, I'm fine.

I can come back…

Stay, have a seat. I have nothing else to do.

-Mr. Everardo… -Look.

I busted my back for years

to get to where I am.

And now?

It's all slipping away.

My dad used to say…

"Our legacy will speak for us when we're gone."

Let's be honest here…

Your daughter will eventually sell the hotels to some chain.

And the name Santini will disappear forever.

They'll tear the name off the walls and leave it to rot.

I can't offer you a staggering amount of money.

But I can promise

that your legacy will be safe with me.

I want to retain your brand and make it grow.

Sure, under the umbrella of Monarca Corp.

But the brand and its name

will remain intact.

No, this is wrong.

Cancellation…

Dad.

Is this a bad time?

I can come back later.

No, no.

No, come on in. Please.

Everything okay?

Yes.

How's Itzel doing?

How's the baby?

We don't know the sex yet. But everything's great.

Have a seat.

How are…

the wedding plans coming along?

That's why I'm here.

The venue we had booked just canceled.

So, I want to ask you a favor.

Maybe you could call them and ask if our date

could be negotiated, or just tell them--

And the house?

What about it?

Why don't you have it there?

In the garden, it could be nice.

No.

No, not at the house.

You see…

Well…

That house takes me to a dark place I don't want to be in.

Not on my wedding day.

Okay?

But the estate…

I was raised there.

So, you'd get married in Tequila?

Why not?

I mean, it didn't occur to me, but…

we could…

have a civil ceremony there.

Something small with the family,

and forget about the stress.

Later, when the baby is born, we can have a big party.

Something small? With the family?

You would do that?

Yes.

Sounds great.

We're here at the Monument to the Revolution...

MARCH AGAINST GENDER VIOLENCE THOUSANDS OF WOMEN SICK OF VIOLENCE

...witnessing an unprecedented march.

Thousands and thousands of women of all ages have gathered,

sick of feminicides,

sick and tired of violence and gender inequality in this nation.

As of now,

neither Jorge Laborde nor his Go Mexico party

have issued any statement whatsoever addressing this movement,

while independent candidate Pilar Ortega

not only declared her support,

but is now marching towards Mexico City's main square.

Move!

-Get out of here! -This is a peaceful protest.

Go home. You have nothing to do here.

I've been a victim of violence too. I'm fed up!

Mexican women are fed up with gender violence!

Here, women disappear and get murdered.

Feminicide is a state crime!

UNTIL YOU STOP KILLING US

Please, make way!

Make way! Let us through!

She's up by two points.

How in the hell did this happen?

I thought you had people in her campaign.

Why didn't you see this stunt of hers coming?

No one saw it coming, Jorge.

You promised Palafox alive, but delivered his dead body.

I couldn't even parade him to the press!

You've done nothing for me!

Don't forget I still have your stupid sister's bloody shirt.

You better give me something,

or else, that shirt will find a new owner.

Your cousin already asked for it, just so you know.

Okay.

I'd love to stay and listen to your tantrum,

but we have an election to win,

and this is getting nowhere.

-It just felt right. -That was amazing, Pilar.

Well, how do I look?

Not very presidential.

Are you really wearing that?

-Yes, why not? -No way, are there more options?

-Yes, over there. -Let's see.

How about this one?

Let me see.

Yes, try this one. Please.

Okay. Can you unzip me?

My presidency depends on your good taste.

Go figure.

Let me.

All set.

-I'm sorry. -No. Forgive me.

I thought you were sending me signals.

We're ready, ma'am. They're waiting for you.

Well, I'm sorry.

I have to go.

MONARCA HOTELS

What the hell is this?

Mr. Everardo, what a surprise.

You're going down, you piece of shit, you and your entire family.

Why, because of the name?

Monarca sounds way better, let's admit it.

-Face it, Santini… -Is this revenge? How dare you?

You got filthy rich off my work and my ideas.

-Did you think I'd forget? -I'll sue you.

Go ahead.

But think about it, the lawsuit could go on for years.

And judging on your appearance,

I don't know if you want to spend your last hours among lawyers.

I have to go. Make yourself at home. After all, this used to be yours.

Congratulations, honey.

How does it feel to buy 50 new hotels?

Damn good.

-But it's 53. -Sorry, 53.

Where's Pablo?

Pablo went away for the weekend with some friends.

So, we're home alone.

What is this?

Follow me.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Guys.

What can I say?

I'm sorry.

We're short of people for the job. We're not going.

We'll have to postpone it for next weekend.

Come on, I'll give you a hand.

Come on, we'll get more people next time, you'll see.

Okay, come on.

Chin up, guys.

Hello?

-Where do you keep the bottles? -There's two in the fridge.

-Anything else? -Bring us a snack.

Hey, okay.

Look who's back.

Who wants more?

Just a sip.

Bring it on.

Did you know?

So?

Do we have a deal?

You'll get the money today.

Now, go.

This could ruin her life.

Has Ana María ever stopped to think about your well-being?

We should be up by at least ten points.

Why are we paying you so much if your strategy isn't working?

So, tomorrow, you'd better bring

decisive ideas on how to fix this.

Everyone out.

Give us a minute.

I got it.

But in exchange,

not only do I want Monarca…

but my sister's shirt too.

You're insane, that's my ace in the hole.

Hello!

Ro, how was your day, sweetie?

It sucked.

You can't expect anything less working for Ximena.

I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I'm just her errand boy.

She's forgetting I'm a Carranza. I have more to offer.

Ro, you put yourself there, what can I tell you?

But filing papers and making copies?

-Anyone else could do that. -Cam, I need to talk to you.

-Give me a kiss. -Yes, we need to talk.

With the election looming,

a picture of Pilar Ortega and Ana María Carranza kissing…

Posted anonymously on social media just a few minutes ago…

…is already making a splash.

-How many secrets should we put up with? -When we thought we'd seen it all…

An outrageous event for Mexico.

What can you expect from a candidate seeking popularity…?

In our section "For God's sake, stop judging me."

…as has been the case with the rest of politicians. What's next?

#PILARISSICK - SHE SHOULD QUIT

UNBELIEVABLE!

Mexican politics have become…

…all for the sake of power.

A new chapter now opens…

#DEPRAVEDPILAR #DYKES #PILARCARRANZA

It's not about taking credit, it's about who you are.

This is ludicrous.

#DOWNWITHPILAR #SELLOUT #SHAMEFUL #LESBIANLOVE

#100%HOMOS #DEPRAVED