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He's at my home. He's in my house. He wants to kill me.

Please, quickly.

Sara!

Sara, I'm here.

Sara!

You lied to me.

Please, no!

No!

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Who the fuck are you protecting?

It's a simple question. Who was the father of Sara's child?

What is going on?

Mom and I are talking about the past.

Leave the past behind.

Did you see Sergio?

When you don't understand the past,

you're doomed to make the same mistakes.

The past isn't my problem now. I need your sister to--

I'll finalize my divorce tomorrow.

-You know why? -Because you're a prick?

No. I had a vasectomy when Sara died.

I can't have children.

And?

Who knocked up Sofía?

Congratulations, asshole!

You'll be a dad. Great!

And you? I'm sure you're happy with your…

What should we call it?

Grandchild? Stepchild?

The past always comes back.

And if you don't understand it,

it can fuck you up.

You two are made for each other.

I don't want to see you ever again.

Don't make a scene, Mariana.

Don't pretend you care about what I do or don't do.

Is it true about Sofía?

I don't know.

Help me.

I need your advice again.

Will it have your last name?

Eighteen years ago, you knew exactly what to say.

Ask Álex to take the blame.

Have him say he put the parachute on Sara.

That he was piloting the boat.

Give him anything if he'll say yes.

Tell him you'll help his mother.

That you'll get her a new kidney.

We can't risk Rodolfo's future.

I did what you asked.

I thought it was just an affair, César.

Nameless, faceless women.

But knocking up

your daughter-in-law?

What kind of man have you become?

What monster have you turned into?

Elisa betrayed us.

She's in love with Álex.

-She helped him with his revenge. -Look at that.

The rotten apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

She learned from you.

No one knows you like I do, César.

I'm the only one that knows

that your damn casino

was built with money I inherited from my parents.

Be very careful

about putting my family at risk,

or you'll see a side of me you've never seen before.

You don't know what she's capable of.

Mariana.

Leave me alone. Don't ever touch me again.

-Stay away from my daughter. -Miss Mariana…

Leave now, or I'll call security.

Doesn't sound like the woman that said I was like her son.

The one that swore nothing bad would happen to me.

I said get out!

Just a second.

I need you to tell me about Sara.

She spent a lot of time in Valle.

Tell me about your relationship with her.

What was her relationship with César?

Security!

-We're not done. -Don't touch me!

Your sister was insane.

I rue the day Rodolfo met her and brought her home.

I'm glad she's dead.

You know why? She ruined everything she touched.

And she deceived my son.

Tell me about Sara's child.

-What do you know? -It wasn't Rodolfo's.

Who was the father?

Sara!

Nicandro.

Nicandro was the father.

I saw them deceiving my son.

Didn't they hate each other?

Álex.

What are you doing here?

I heard what happened and wanted to check on Elisa.

Miss Mariana, long time no see.

Indeed.

Suddenly you and your sister show up.

-Out of nowhere. -We were like family, right?

That's what you always said.

My mom worked as a cook for the Lazcanos for a long time.

You remember her, right? Her name was Cristina.

Is Cristina.

Meek and loyal Cristina.

Some things are never forgotten or forgiven.

Like what your sister did to my son.

And this conversation ends here.

What's up? What's going on between her and César Lazcano?

Come home with me.

What's up, blondie? Want a slice?

How did you get in here?

Life's a bitch.

Some people get mansions like this,

and others get slutty girlfriends

that get knocked up by the first asshole they meet.

Moncho, please leave.

Can you believe it?

She won't let me touch her.

And when I don't get laid, I get in a bad mood.

So what the fuck do we do?

How we gonna fix this, asshole?

-I don't know? -A million pesos, tomorrow, in cash.

Are you crazy?

-You can't do that. -Shut up.

What did you expect?

That I wouldn't find out

you're from one of the richest families in the country?

Keep your eyes peeled.

Or the next thing will be…

Did you know Sara had a hidden diary?

Álex, come on.

Sara was my best friend.

Besides, she wrote on a lot of notebooks.

Did you know she had another life?

She was my best friend.

Did you know Dr. Alanís?

-Her psychiatrist? -Yeah.

Not personally,

but your mom and Sara spoke about him.

Why is it that I'm the only one

that didn't know what went on in my house?

Álex,

you were obsessed with the Lazcanos.

You always wanted to be in their mansion.

Talked all day about them.

Look.

See this?

A gift from Sara.

With scissors.

That can't be.

For real,

I shouldn't even tell you

all the times she hit your mom.

-What about Nicandro? -Nicandro.

Fuck, I don't know. I figure he's alive.

-Or it's him in the morgue. -What?

Don't tell me you think the corpse in your yard…

Nicandro was the father of Sara's child?

Álex,

she didn't tell me.

And besides, things between us

didn't end well.

Look.

Why are you obsessed with Nicandro and Sara's child?

César Lazcano and Sergio, his partner,

know the truth.

Give me that.

Five. Four. Three. Two.

It's Nicandro's turn. Stop it!

And?

How's everything between José María and Lorenzo?

Screwed up.

That's good.

Do whatever it takes for him to forget Lorenzo.

That's gonna be tough.

-He's in love with him. -No man can handle being alone.

They just replace one with another.

Tell that to Moncho. He's been bothering me all day.

He came to blackmail me yesterday.

Fuck, Clara!

Take care of your lowlife boyfriend.

He could ruin our plans.

Look how far you've come.

Getting pregnant wasn't the hard part.

But getting him to fall in love? No way.

-That man is super gay. -I don't care.

Get in his bed, get in his head.

Do anything you need to. Drive him mad.

So he can't even breathe without you and that baby.

Listen to me.

So?

-Can I leave? -Yes.

You can leave now. I signed the discharge.

Thanks.

Is there a man by the name of Álex waiting for me outside?

EVIDENCE AGAINST CÉSAR LAZCANO

EVIDENCE AGAINST CÉSAR LAZCANO

So? What up?

Nothing?

There has to be a way to find out

who was buried in my yard.

Look up this name.

-Nicandro Gómez de la Cortina. -Álex.

-Open up! It's me! -Thanks.

A bomb, Álex?

Really? That was the plan?

Blowing up my dad along with yourself?

Your fucking revenge!

What? You can murder if you feel like it?

"The Lazcanos murdered my sister, so I can murder too." Is that it?

That's an eye for an eye, Álex.

That's not justice.

Who said I wanted justice?

Your sister was ill.

You saw her diary.

The psychiatrist said she had problems.

-And? -She had severe mental issues.

What do you mean?

Should I just ignore my sister's death?

Even if you have to kill someone?

Yes. Even if someone needs to die.

-Elisa. -No, listen.

I tried. I swear I did.

And I really hope you're at peace

and this all ends soon.

I want you to make the final decision.

Goodbye, Álex.

On the computer, there's an e-mail waiting to be sent

with evidence regarding Flor Sánchez' death

and all the girls your father had in the basement.

Just one key press,

and it'll go to the media and the police.

And?

Why haven't you sent it?

My dad abused women.

And he was a criminal.

I want you to know that if you press that button,

your dad will spend his life in jail.

Much longer than the 18 years I spent there.

I do believe in justice.

No matter the cost.

SENT

I was always on your side, Álex.

I don't think you knew that.

I'm really sorry.

Thanks.

We took very different and very distant paths.

Let's go.

How about this?

What's up?

My name is Lorenzo.

And you can do anything you want to me.

Clara.

Abel Martínez Osorio.

The person your mother saw at the hospital.

It has to be the doctor that wants me committed.

I need to know who he is and why my mother met him.

Can't you leave them alone?

Don't play innocent, bitch.

Don't you think I know you talk to my mom and plan against me?

You want me locked up.

-If you do this-- -Shut up.

Look. I don't need anyone.

You know why? Because they want to kill me.

They want to see me dead.

Sara.

Sara, come on.

Sara!

I don't need anyone.

Everybody wants me dead.

Can I help you?

Did you come to visit someone?

Abel Martínez Osorio.

That's funny.

He hadn't had any visits and then gets two in the same week.

What did Abel do to get so popular?

What is your name?

Sara.

Follow me.

Wait there, please.

Here's Abel.

You behave.

You've got 15 minutes.

The people in this place

are so noisy.

Everybody creaks here.

You finally remembered me.

You look like your mother when she was young.

You've gotten

so big, Sara.

My little princess.

Look.

Your mother told me about you a few days back.

She said she named you Sara…

and gave you her husband's last name.

I didn't know I had a daughter.

I'll fix that some day.

I promise.

INCOMING CALL ÁLEX

Please put the cellphone away.

Your mom never told you about me.

I don't blame her.

It was a bad night for her.

Have you had bad nights?

Tell me.

I'm your father.

I have the right to know if what runs in my veins runs in yours.

I'm sure that some part of me reminds you

of yourself.

You can't go.

You must've come for a reason.

No.

Listen to me.

Lucía.

Your mother.

She's not good.

She might be a loving mother now,

but when she was young…

Do you know how it feels to want someone

who doesn't notice you?

To be looked at like a leper,

like trash?

She looked at me like that.

Insignificant.

Ugly.

But what do I know.

Ask her.

I wanted to go into business, live a good life.

And I ended up here.

You're young, pretty.

You've got your life ahead of you.

Yeah.

Look at you!

You look like me.

You've got the same look.

My eyes.

The same.

We can get out of here together.

Bring me money.

Get me out of here.

No. I don't have any.

I didn't either when I was young.

Girls like you know how to…

Time's up. Let's go, Abel.

Abel, come on.

Rodolfo.

I'm sorry.

Please, forgive me.

-My mom… -Relax.

I wanna live here.

-Of course. -Rodolfo…

I never told you…

I never called you Dad.

And I'm sorry about that. You are my dad.

Move! Upstairs!

Federal police!

POLICE

I want to report a man.

A criminal that killed many women.

Sergio Hernández.

-Up! -Let's go!

I said no.

It's the police.

Come on!

-Let's go! -Everybody move. Keep walking.

Excuse me, please.

Excuse me, please.

Sergio Hernández. Freeze!

Put your hands up where we can see them. Now!

Lorenzo.

So, asshole, what the fuck is this?

-Care to explain? -I don't want you to misunderstand.

I mean,

if you wanted to fuck her,

you should've just told me.

Listen. I promise there's nothing…

Stop promising.

I don't buy it anymore.

Why did you come to my office and make such a scene, José María?

You cry, you beg.

And the moment I come talk to you,

I find you in bed with our surrogate.

What was that?

Hey, fuckers, where are you?

What's going on?

What's this?

I'm here for my money. I want booze.

Calm down.

Relax, calm down.

-I want more booze. -Behind you.

It's there.

-It's all there. -Where's my cash?

Where's my money, asshole?

We don't have it.

Where's my money?

-Calm down. -Where's the money?

Here you go. José María, give him everything.

-That's nothing! -No!

Don't be an idiot! He's a lawyer.

You bitch, this is all your fault.

-Lick it off the floor. -No!

Lick it off the fucking floor.

Come on, faggot!

-Lick the floor, asshole! -No…

Come on!

-I'm gonna kill you. -No! Stop!

No! Stop!

Álex, open up!

No way! You didn't see the news?

They arrested César Lazcano's partner.

The police shut down the casino. Did you do that?

Why are you here?

Of course you did it.

You're my hero, motherfucker.

You made them pay for being criminals and cowards.

So? What about César?

I don't know.

That asshole must be in jail.

That's the best news I've gotten.

Come on, let's celebrate! If your girlfriend allows it, of course.

Don't look at me like that.

I just don't want to cause any trouble.

Elisa's on a flight to Madrid.

Yeah?

Then we're not celebrating.

I'm gonna comfort you.

-I want to be alone. -Why?

-Marifer… -We've got history.

Remember what we used to do?

You loved it.

Remember all the times we fucked?

Everywhere. Remember?

We fucked in your room,

in the bathroom.

Remember?

A little love never hurts anyone.

INCOMING CALL NICANDRO