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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Do we know who took this picture?

It was Miriam, the candidate's assistant.

Is there any proof?

She fled the country before we could question her.

But we suspect Laborde had her in his pocket.

-What's the damage? -We were tied in the polls.

But now Laborde is up by 15 points.

We need a statement from you, saying you initiated the kiss

and the candidate rejected you.

I'm sorry, what?

I can't believe Pilar asked you to lie.

What's worse is you're agreeing to this.

If Pilar has to lie to win the election, she shouldn't be president.

Rodrigo, please!

Every politician in this country has lied at some point.

Not you.

Are you asking me to lie

but don't have the guts to ask me directly?

-No, I'm the one who-- -I'm talking to Pilar.

Without this statement from you,

our campaign will crash and burn.

Can't you see we'd sink to Laborde's level?

Please, Ana María, this is Mexico.

People are more inclined to forgive corruption

but never a gay president.

Don't underestimate your voters, Pilar.

What if you tell the truth?

-Say it was just a kiss. -In this homophobic country?

You want change. Isn't that why you want Pilar to win?

Will you let her humiliate you so she can win?

It's not about Pilar winning,

but about her becoming the first independent president in this country.

At your expense!

You're the only loser here.

Her victory is way more important than me.

Even more than herself.

I don't agree.

Neither do I.

Don't do it for me.

Do it for Mexico.

You're starting to sound just like them.

I told you I'd get you out, Hound.

You look pale.

After the wedding,

spend some days at Vallarta.

-That's not necessary, sir. -Just say yes.

Laborde.

What's up?

Ana María wants to do an interview to clean up Pilar's public image.

Talk to her and fix this.

-It's delicious, try it. -Okay.

Pablo!

What are you doing, weren't you--?

Who was that guy last night?

You must be confused--

-Mom, I saw him! -Hey…

I'd expect this from Dad, but from you?

Hey.

Listen…

I'm sorry you had to see whatever you saw,

but your mother and I were having a private moment.

We're good, we're happy.

You're sick.

You can't barge in unannounced.

You have to respect our rules,

and us too because we are your parents.

You have no fucking clue what respect means.

-Pablo, don't say that. -It's the truth.

-Pablo… -Let him go.

I'm on my way out, what is it?

I have a proposal for you.

You knew Laborde would publish the photo, huh?

I gave it to him.

-And I did it to save you. -To save me?

My children are mortified!

Would you rather he kept your bloody shirt?

-He gave you the shirt? -In exchange for the picture.

And I'm willing to give it to you if you denounce Pilar on TV.

I won't lift a finger to help Laborde win.

He will win, and he'll ruin you if he gets his hands on that shirt.

That shirt incriminates us both.

With Laborde in my corner?

It's not my shirt or my blood.

You're the only one who's going down.

You're scum, Joaquín.

The day I decided to quit, so I could travel the world,

I met your grandma at a UNICEF dinner.

-Good thing she got you to stay. -Yes, I agree.

After all, it led me to you.

But I still want to travel the world.

Yeah, that would be amazing.

Will you come with me?

We'll travel by plane!

By train, by ship,

hot air balloon, or by car!

However you want.

No.

No, sorry.

What's wrong?

Am I your first?

I chose not to…

Not to lose…

my virginity only to keep up with my friends.

I guess I've been waiting for a serious relationship--

And you think this isn't serious?

No, that's not it at all.

Am I still invited to your cousin's wedding?

-Am I? -Yes.

Well…

then it would be my pleasure to go as your plus-one.

Then…

after the wedding,

we can spend the night together, but nothing has to happen.

I give you my word.

Okay.

Hi, it's Pablo. Leave a message.

Pablo, please talk to me, sweetie.

I don't know where you are, I'm worried.

Pablo?

Thank goodness. Where were you, sweetie?

I went to see Pastor Almeida.

Look, Pablo, I'm willing to answer

any questions you have, we can talk.

-Please, sit down. -It's okay, Mom.

Look, all this time,

I've learned that we can choose where we want to be.

And I choose not to be here.

What do you mean, sweetie? Who's giving you those ideas?

It's that pastor, isn't it?

They say there's no room for us.

That no one gets us.

They say it's impossible here, that we should follow the plan…

They say we must create a future.

That what matters the most is the future.

José Luis, send the back-up.

-Who is Almeida? -Here!

How may I help you, ma'am?

I'm the mother of the minor you've been corrupting,

and I'm here to demand you leave him alone.

Guys…

Give us a minute.

Mrs. Carranza,

I assure you that we both want what's best for Pablo.

You've been talking to him for three months,

and you think you know him.

His dad and I are his family, no one else.

No one's disputing that.

What you need to accept is that your house

isn't the best place for him.

What gives you the right to judge us?

Ma'am…

Think about it.

That kind of life can't lead to any good.

My husband loves me.

-And I love him. -And who does the other man love?

Asshole.

I see her, yes. Thanks.

Ana María, I'm glad you're here. We're late.

You need to know one thing.

Your answers will be on a teleprompter.

-Teleprompter? -It's a live show.

-We need you to sound natural. -Can't I use my own words?

-No. -That wasn't the deal.

We want the message to be clear.

And it's best if you read off the teleprompter.

-Show me the script, then. -I can't do that now. Trust me--

-Josefina, see you around. -Yes, Mario.

-Thanks. -Trust me.

Pilar and I read the script and it won't make you look bad.

-It'll be fine. -Thirty seconds. Let's go.

Yes, thanks. Let's go. You'll be fine.

-Welcome. It's a pleasure. -Thank you.

This is Face to Face with Mario Bonelli,

where we interview the movers and shakers of the world.

I'm a big fan of yours.

Thanks for being here. You good? A drink?

-I'm fine. -Tequila?

Tonight's guest is one of Mexico's most successful entrepreneurs.

Ana María Carranza, good evening. Welcome.

Okay, everyone ready, we're on air in five, four, three…

FACE TO FACE

Thanks for tuning in.

Tonight, we're joined by Ana María Carranza,

part owner of Mexico's biggest distillery

and truth be told, my favorite Carranza.

Welcome, Ana María, thanks for coming.

Thank you for having me.

Let's cut to the chase.

A photo was leaked online yesterday.

It links you romantically with candidate Pilar Ortega.

Care to comment?

All I can say is there's a good friendship between us.

We're two women who want what's best for Mexico.

Yes, sure, but the photograph tells a different story.

Yeah, there's also a sense of deep admiration.

I'm convinced that Pilar Ortega is this country's only hope.

Come on, Ana María.

Our audience, and frankly, the entire country

wants an explanation for the photo.

Clearly, the person who took it wanted to damage Pilar.

Otherwise, why leave out the moment…

…THE MOMENT WHEN SHE REJECTED ME.

…when she rejected me?

So, you made the first move?

That's right.

THAT'S RIGHT, AND I APOLOGIZE

But I'm not here to apologize for what happened.

It's more important to reflect

on why our society is outraged by this.

What if she'd kissed a man?

-But it wasn't a man. -Why not ask who took the picture?

Who has the resources to bug

Pilar Ortega's campaign office?

Who loses if she wins?

Only one person comes to mind.

Someone who wants to rule this country ruthlessly

and has no regard for Mexico's well-being and development.

I'm sure that your audience, and frankly, the entire country

knows that I'm talking about Jorge Laborde.

So, my dear Mario, care to comment?

Because I think

this is way more important than who kissed who.

IGNACIO: WANT TO TALK?

This Jonás thing has to stop.

That priest got to you too.

It's not him, we made a mistake and there are consequences.

-You invited him over, not me. -I know, I'm sorry.

But what we're doing is not normal.

What is normal, Ximena?

Monogamy?

Sexless marriages?

Our relationship?

What's going on? Why are you so upset?

Is it guilt? I don't get it.

It would wreck Monarca's image

if this gets out of control.

It's either Jonás or me.

Say that again.

I knew I was wrong to do it, my children warned me.

And I did it anyway.

Well…

At least I still know the difference between the truth and the lies.

What am I doing here?

Do you love me?

Yes, but it's not that simple.

Why not?

It is simple.

Unlike you,

what I saw on that TV show is the Ana María I know.

The same brave woman who speaks her mind.

Sorry.

-Yes? -Mrs. Beltrán?

The DNA test results are in.

All right, thank you.

Do you think one should always know the truth?

Yes.

Always.

Even if it's destructive?

"You being here is your fault alone.

Not Dad's,

not mine,

not Itzel's.

It's not even because of Mom's death."

I'm tired…

of being constantly worried about you.

I'm sick and tired of cleaning up your mess.

-I was at the hospital, jerk! -Lourdes.

I'm having a child.

And I need to live my life.

Not yours.

Every time I see you struggling with your addiction…

it reminds me of Mom.

And it terrifies me to think I won't be able to save you.

Just as I couldn't save her.

Because when you were at the hospital…

I realized for the first time…

that I can't save you, no one can.

Only you can.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, I swear I'll try…

I'm sorry, bro.

Forgive me, bro.

Mrs. Beltrán?

-Here are your results. -Thank you.

LABORATORY

Sorry, but it's not advisable to interrupt Lourdes's therapy.

I know, but her only brother is getting married.

She can't miss it.

Mr. Carranza, in those kinds of events, people drink,

argue, indulge.

There are too many triggers.

-She just started treatment. -And she'll go back.

It's just two days. I'll watch her, don't worry.

-I must insist-- -So must I.

Well.

I see your mind is made up.

Please, sign this while I go get her.

NATIONAL CURRENCY

I want you to take this money

and tender your resignation.

Look, since you got here, things have been more complicated and--

Ximena, I think you're upset about what happened with Pablo.

You should think about it--

I have nothing to think about.

You don't want me gone.

I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work.

What am I trying to do?

Oh, right.

Save your marriage.

How long had you gone without and orgasm?

Get the hell out!

Thanks for your offer.

But I report to Andrés, not to you.

I'm sure he's not on board with this.

How long do you think your marriage will last without me?

Come in.

I'll be downstairs if you need anything.

Thanks, Dad.

He said, "If you need anything." Right?

Who would've guessed?

I don't know.

He feels…

closer to us.

Do you believe people can change?

Yes.

At least we deserve a chance to prove that we can.

Yes.

-Go. -See you in a bit.

Sure thing.

You've reached Andrés. Leave a message.

Andrés, how are you?

It's Jonás.

I need to talk to you, please.

Call me back, okay? Thanks.

Hello, Andrés, how are you?

I called earlier, but…

I had no luck.

Please, Andrés.

It's me again.

There's a pressing issue about the…

the hotels. I had a meeting with…

Ximena and I need…

to tell you about it.

Call me back.

You've reached Andrés. Leave a message.

Andrés, I keep calling!

This should be ready by now.

This box can't be here, the guests will be arriving soon.

For fuck's sake.

Call some other time. It's my son's wedding today.

You said you'd make sure your sister would stop messing up.

I did, but she didn't listen.

Joaquín, I'll repeat something that doesn't seem clear to you.

If I lose the election,

I'll make sure you lose much more than Monarca.

Do you understand?

Everything okay?

-Is something wrong? -Just one of Laborde's tantrums.

Come on.

Come on, get up.

Look.

Your son is getting married today, and that's all that matters.

He needs you.

This hasn't even started, and I'm sick of these heels.

They will give us slippers later.

Do you think so? That's tacky.

If you fall, they'd talk about something other than the kiss.

-Hilarious. -You signed up for this.

-Hey, handsome. -Hello!

How's work?

It's fine.

What do you mean, fine? It'll get better.

-You'll see. -I hope my auntie agrees.

I love your androgynous outfits, very David Bowie, but…

a lesbian?

Look who's talking.

I'm in no position to give life advice,

but Pilar isn't your friend,

and she's not what Mexico needs.

Just like all politicians, she's using you.

Don't do as she asks, don't be a fool.

You're right, you're in no position to give me advice, Andrés.

Okay.

Don't we look elegant?

-How are you, Auntie? -Hi, Auntie.

Hello.

-What about me? -Oh! You too.

Oh, honey, you've never been good at choosing your love interests.

I expected no less from you, Mom.

-Did Andrés tell you the good news? -What?

-Are you pregnant? -No!

-Good. -No!

No, no. Tell her.

Andrés bought Santini Hotels.

For the first time in a while…

-Monarca has a future. -Yes.

My dad would've been so very proud of Andrés.

Very much so.

See you in a bit.

Mom!

Do you remember Santiago?

How are you, ma'am?

Thank you for allowing me to escort Camila.

-It's an honor. -I didn't know you were coming, actually.

It's a beautiful ranch.

Estate.

Estate, right.

Sixteenth century, right?

This type of architecture with arches and wrought iron--

Will you excuse me?

-This wasn't a good idea, I should go. -No, stay.

-Your mom doesn't want me here. -It'll be fine.

Come meet my cousins.

Are you there?

I'm at his house.

Be very careful, please, Mendieta.

-Yes, ma'am. -Call me when it's done.

If the shirt is here, I'll find it.

So, you refused help.

Whose help? Yours?

Give me a break, Joaquín.

If Laborde loses, you're going down. I'm warning you.

Will you give him my shirt or what?

Don't you realize that if you send me to prison,

you'll lose your kids?

They know exactly how our dad died.

They'll realize you haven't changed a bit.

That you're the same old selfish bastard.

Be my guest.

Do what you want.

Lourdes Carranza.

I figured.

You know you can smoke inside, don't you?

Yes.

I never told you this, cousin,

but I really admire you.

What are you talking about?

If it wasn't for you…

Gonzalo would've never reconciled with your dad.

I didn't do that, Ro.

Santiago.

-Can I get you a drink, ma'am? -No.

Don't call me ma'am, we're the same age.

Don't be formal.

Can I get you a drink?

If you can date anyone, why date a kid?

Camila is mature for her age.

Don't tell me about my daughter. I know her very well.

If she doesn't mind the age gap, no one else should mind.

You're a 42-year-old man.

If you can't see what's wrong with this relationship,

then you're sick.

Firstly, because she's 17.

Secondly, because you're her boss in my family's foundation.

And thirdly…

because I know you asked her to lie to me.

So, if you don't realize

that this relationship is built on abuse,

I'll make you understand.

Never forget who you are

or where you come from.

-No. -Sorry.

May I come in?

I don't think this is the best time.

Yeah, sorry, I'll try later.

No, Lou, come in.

Mom, will you give us a minute?

I need you to know…

even if it seems like it bothers me that Gonzalo loves you…

it doesn't, okay?

Okay.

Ever since…

my mom died, I…

I've looked after Gon.

He's looked after me.

And the day you came into his life…

I was scared he wouldn't need me anymore.

And to be honest, I…

I've never seen him so happy.

-I don't want to compete with that. -No.

You'll never compete with that.

You're his sister.

Gonzalo will always need you.

Not anymore.

He has you now.

I'm actually not sure I should've come.

Of course you should've come.

Not only for Gonzalo, Lou.

But for me too.

-No, of course, I understand. -Well…

-It's your son. -His wedding!

-Look! -What?

-Joaquín whitened his teeth! -What makes you say that?

I hadn't seen him smile since Christmas 1983, when he got the…

You'll be just as happy when your son gets married.

I'll get married to Ximena again before that happens.

Sir.

Jonás Peralta is waiting by the main gate.

I'll be right back, save my seat.

-Granny? -Yes, dear?

-Do you remember Santiago? -Sure, the pillar of the foundation.

-Thank you so much. -What brings you here?

-I invited him. -That's nice.

-Did you bring your wife? -No, you're confused.

No, Paola and I split up a long time ago.

What a shame!

-Excuse me. -Yes.

Camila.

Camila, hear me out.

-What are you doing here? -Ximena fired me.

What?

Look, I know you have your issues, but…

that's not my problem.

Ximena can't fire you.

Thank you, thanks.

Because I won't leave Monarca.

Especially not now with all the projects ahead of us.

This is a very important time for Monarca.

Ximena doesn't get it.

That's why I think you should get ahold of her.

Get ahold of her?

I don't want to tell you what to do, but…

Ximena is too impulsive,

and you need someone more rational by your side.

And that would be you?

-Look… -What are you doing?

You and I both know…

that Ximena is the odd one out.

Don't we?

Don't bother showing up on Monday.

We'll wire your severance. You're fired.

But, Andrés, please, hear me out.

I told you not to come to my house to speak ill about my family!

-Andrés, please. -Get lost.

Andrés, you must understand. Please, listen to me!

Come back, Andrés, damn it!

I explained that the divorce process takes time.

I didn't know you were married.

I had to find out through my grandma!

-For the love of God, Santiago! -I just explained the situation, Camila.

My relationship was over since before my wife and I got separated.

-Your wife, for fuck's sake! -That's what she is.

-I didn't know you had a wife! -That's what she is, damn it.

She's my wife, we're not divorced yet, whether we like it or not.

Besides, what's wrong with your grandma? She knew we were separated.

-Come on, Camila… -No! Don't touch me!

I came to this wedding

only because it mattered to you, and all I've gotten

is your mom treating me like a pedophile.

Meanwhile, you're acting like a teenage brat

who doesn't listen and refuses to understand!

-I'm leaving. -No, wait.

Leave me alone.

Grow up, Camila.

I'll only ask for one thing.

Don't fuck with my career.

Bravo!

You may be seated.

Since we're gathered here, and before the civil ceremony,

the father of the groom will say a few words.

Mr. Carranza.

Good evening, everyone.

I took the liberty of writing something for you two.

From the heart.

ANA MARÍA: ANY PROGRESS?

Family isn't only defined by name or blood.

There comes a time when it's defined by love

and commitment.

Love means inviting into your life someone who invites you back.

It's to love unconditionally.

Accepting one another as you are.

And protecting each other above all else.

Family sometimes means being patient and tolerant.

It means never giving up.

Ever.

Thank you for not giving up on me.

Thank you.

Next,

the witnesses will sign the legal certificate.

Mr. Joaquín Carranza Dávila, please, step forward.

Thank you.

-May you be very happy. -Thank you.

Xóchitl Mora de la Rosa.

José Andrés Carranza Dávila.

And lastly, Ana María Carranza Dávila.

Isn't Ana María Carranza Dávila here today?

Mom.

I wish you happiness.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Congratulations, Joaquín.

My shirt is burning.

By the power vested in me by the law and society,

as a civil register judge of Tequila, Jalisco,

I pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Bravo!

-The food is good. -Yes.

It's great.

Who are they?

I don't know.

What's up?

-Bon appétit!. -Thanks.

Emilio Palafox has a gift for the happy couple.

Mom, what was that?

Probably fireworks.

Yeah…

I guess the party has begun.

Bravo!

Why don't we go inside for some cocktails?

-Are you okay? -Yes, I'm fine.

What's going on?

I don't know, honey, we'll soon find out.

Mr. Carranza, we have a situation.

Don't worry, it's under control. You may resume the ceremony inside.

-Boss! Everyone take cover! -Let's go.

Get inside!

-It's okay. -Don't worry.

Sir, it's bad out here. Where are you?

No, head to the old barn. I'm on my way.

Okay, see you there. Let's go, this way.

Someone go to the roof!

Where's Darío?

He's behind us. Watch out.

Darío!

Out!

Move, hurry.

Keep going, Granny.

-Grab her arm. -Yes, Mom.

Step inside, Granny.

-Grab her, Ro. -Yes.

Keep her steady.

Come on, hurry!

No, no!

We have to keep going.

Carranza!

Keep moving!

Gonzalo…

Come on, keep moving!

-Go, hurry! -This way, follow me!

Gonzalo, we have to go get my parents.

Come.

They're with the chief of security. Let's go!

-Gonzalo. -Let's go!

Please, let's go. Please.

Come.

Carranza!

-Homie, go that way. -Yes, sir.

Copy that, we're in the wine cellar. Hurry!

Mrs. Cecilia, the police are five minutes away.

-All right. Thank you. -Everyone inside.

Move next to the wall.

Homie, come to the warehouse.

Carranza!

Come out…

or I'll kill your entire family.

Get the fuck out here!

-Tell the others to come out. -There's no one else.

It's only me.

If you don't come out…

this prick is dead!

There's no one else.

I'm the only one here.

-Are you deaf? -There's no one else.

Just look at that.

What a beautiful family you've got, motherfucker.

Let them go.

Your beef is with me.

Let them go.

All right, fine.

Off you go.

No…

Please. No, Dad, no.

No, Dad, no. Please…

-Let them go. -Move.

-You're here for me. -Dad, please.

-Move your ass. -No, Dad…

-I'm the one you want. -Move it.

Let's go outside.

-I'm the one you want. -Yeah.

-Keep walking. -Let's go outside.

It's me you want.

No, Carranza.

I'm not here for you.

Dad…

Lou!

Gonz! No!

No!

No!

God, no!