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[panting]

We have to call the cops.

Don't even think about it.

Why not?

[Joaquín] No one can know about this.

The truth can't leave this room.

-They killed Dad! -[Joaquín] I know.

But we can't trust the cops, much less the government.

[Joaquín] Dad had many enemies.

They could easily frame us for his murder.

If anyone finds out about this, our family and the company are doomed.

Who fucking cares? We need to find out who did this!

It was the cartel, dammit!

-They had threatened him before. -Why did nobody do anything, Joaquín?

I didn't do anything?

I didn't do anything, you fool? Where the hell did you get that idea?

I hired more men!

I doubled security at the house,

as well as at the hacienda!

But he wouldn't listen!

[Andrés] We have to protect our family.

We have to control the story.

What are we going to say?

-[loud banging on barn door] -[Joaquín gasps]

[man] Sir, it's me, Hound.

Hound!

-Did you find anyone? -No, the cops are here.

-Someone reported gunshots. -Goddammit.

The cops are here. I'll take care of this.

[police] Good evening, Mr. Carranza.

-Is everything OK? -[Joaquín] Yes.

We came as soon as we got the call.

Yeah, I heard.

But no gunshots were fired here.

Can we check inside?

[Joaquín] The whole family is here at the hacienda,

and I don't want to worry my mom

over some teens lighting fireworks, do you understand?

[Joaquín] Well, then,

have a good night.

Thank you, but...

I still need to do a quick search.

As a matter of protocol, that's all.

Let them through!

[engine starts]

They're coming in.

[police radio]

[police radio]

[Andrés] Come on.

[Joaquín] Will it take long?

[police] The report says that the gunshots came from the barn area.

I'll go take a look and be right back.

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[barn door creaks open]

[police siren outside]

There's a journalist outside.

How the hell did he find out?

Probably an illegal police scanner.

[soft thud]

[Joaquín] Officer!

[Joaquín] I need your help.

There's a goddamn journalist parked outside.

Get rid of him so I can relax with my family.

-Certainly, Mr. Joaquín. -Thank you.

[police] Let's go!

Here. Change your clothes.

We have to tell Mom.

What's wrong? Where have you been?

Where's your dad?

Mom, Dad is dead.

Was it his heart?

Was it his heart?

He was murdered, Mom.

[Mom, crying] It's not true!

[crying] It's not true! No, no!

[sobbing] No, it's not true!

[crying] No, no, no!

Oh!

[crying] Tell me it's not true.

[sobbing]

-I want to see him. -[Joaquín] No, Mom.

-It's better if you don't. -I'm not asking permission!

[Mom crying]

[crying]

[gasps]

Fausto!

[crying]

What have they done to you, my love?

No one can ever find out what happened here today.

Only the four of us can know.

Your father had another heart attack.

That's what killed him.

Take care of this.

[Martin, in English] Hey, you.

Did you finally make it to Tequila?

[in English] Yes, I did.

My father just died.

[Martin sighs over telephone]

[Martin] Jesus. I'm, uh... I'm so sorry.

How did he die?

Heart attack.

[Martin] I don't know what to say.

[screaming]

[Martin] I'll start looking for flights. How are the kids taking it?

I haven't told them yet.

[kids shouting and laughing]

[Camila] Eugh! Gross!

[boy] Cuz, tell them to go and eat their own shit.

[laughing]

[sighs] I told your mom not to worry about anything.

I already booked the catering, the flowers,

and sent for the three Virgins from Jalisco that she loves so much.

-[Andrés sighs] -I still can't believe it.

Where are you going?

I'm going for a run.

At this time of night?

[Ximena] When my father died,

I felt that my world was falling apart.

Do you remember what you did?

I took you to Paris.

[Ximena laughs]

Not just that.

You were there, by my side.

Remember?

Well, now it's my turn.

[Andrés sighs]

I'll be right back.

[door closes]

[ringing tone]

[man over telephone] I don't recognize this number so I'm hanging up, sorry.

Hello...

Ilán.

[Ilán] Andrés, are you OK?

[Andrés sighs]

[Ilán] Andrés?

[Andrés] My father is dead.

[crying] For fuck's sake. My father is dead, Ilán.

[crying] I mean, fuck.

[Hound] Sir?

We found the watchman who had run away.

I'll be right there.

[Andrés] It pains me to inform you that yesterday, at 7:00 p.m.,

at 71 years of age,

-after a fatal cardiac event... -[journalists clamoring]

...Don Fausto Carranza passed away.

[journalists clamoring]

[Andrés] We'll hold a private wake

exclusively for family and close friends.

To the general public and members of the press,

we thank you for your concern, and we ask all of you

to respect our privacy in our time of grief.

That's all for now. Thank you.

[woman] Andrés, who will take the reins of Monarca?

[journalists shouting]

[woman] Andrés!

[man panting]

[man grunting]

[man grunting]

[men grunting and shouting]

[sighs]

We used to smoke here from time to time.

[Ana María] Did you find the watchman?

Yes.

One of the cameras picked him up.

He was drunk.

Why didn't you tell me?

It was 3:00 or 4:00 a.m.

Too late to call you.

So, what did he say?

He heard the gunshots,

and saw some men

running through the old gate by the creek.

They were wearing hoods and holding AK-47s.

He called the cops.

Did he see them kill Dad?

[Joaquín] No.

He saw them leave.

-Where is he now? -I let him go.

He didn't know anything else.

-You let him go, Joaquín? -What's your problem?

[Joaquín] I've been up all night trying to keep this under wraps,

and you're scolding me?

What if it was him who let the killers in?

[Joaquín] It wasn't him.

Hound and I had a long talk with him.

Trust me, that's all he knows.

Don't you think it's strange the cameras got nothing?

I mean, you don't trust anything or anyone.

Why hasn't the cartel taken credit yet?

Are you an expert on how the cartel operates?

No, but I'd like to know who killed my father.

[Joaquín] Why, Ana?

What will you do?

Ask the cartel to apologize?

[Andrés] Is this a nice conversation?

Remember Mr. Ernesto Torres, our notary?

[Ana María] How are you?

[Ernesto] Fine.

If you have no objections,

I will read the bequeathment of the shares after the funeral.

My deepest condolences. Excuse me.

Mom?

You know Dad and I weren't on the best of terms lately, but...

I'm asking you, is there anything I should be worried about?

Yes.

You have a lot to worry about.

You have to take care of the family.

The entire family.

You're the patriarch now.

[Ximena] The pink one in the middle, please.

That's it. Go and check everything, we're way behind schedule.

[Ximena] The photo's here.

Let me see the frame. Oh, it's beautiful.

The guests are arriving.

...so people can see it.

[Mom] Have you seen who your son brought?

[Joaquín] He's doing it to annoy me.

He looks very much in love.

[Lourdes] Can you tell me why the hell you invited her?

[Gonzalo] She's my girlfriend. Why?

Gonzalo, you've only been dating six months.

You did it to cause a scene.

She's only here for the wake.

She has a post-graduate class tonight in Mexico City.

-[Gonzalo] Why do you even care? -She's not part of the family.

[exhales]

-[Lourdes] Hello. -Hello.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Hey...

I want to give my condolences to your father.

Itzel...

It's the decent thing to do, Gonzalo.

He can be rude if he wants, but I'm not that kind of person.

No.

You're more polite than them,

but much less cunning.

-[Itzel laughs] -I don't want them to hurt you.

They don't frighten me.

[both laughing]

[Pablo] How are you holding up?

Fine.

You?

It doesn't feel real yet.

[Pablo] Yesterday, he was alive.

Angry, but strong.

When we found him...

his expression was peaceful.

Your grandfather was proud of his family.

I'd like to see him.

-What for? -I don't know.

To see him... and say goodbye.

We should respect Grandma's wishes.

Did you see him?

[Andrés] Mm-hmm.

-Then I want to see him, too. -You can't, Pablo.

That man in there is not Grandpa.

It's best not to see him like that.

OK?

OK.

-OK? -OK!

[woman crying]

Thank you for coming.

[Mom] Thank you.

Your husband is here, my dear.

Thanks, Licha.

-[in English] I missed you. -I missed you too.

Hey, Dad.

There he is.

-How are you, son? -I'm good.

-[Camila] Hi, Dad. -Hey, baby.

Ro, why don't you take him upstairs?

Come on.

How's the training going? I heard you got a new horse.

She told you.

Of course she told me.

What's its name? Did you give it a name?

His name's Attila,

and I want to keep him.

Fermín...

Anita! It's nice to see you again, my child!

No one's called me that in years.

-Fine, then, Ana María-- -No, you can always call me that.

You know? Your father was very proud of you.

-Really? -He read all your articles.

And I know because he always told me about them.

But you already know what he was like.

Don Fermín, do you know all the workers here?

Of course, my child.

How about a watchman called "El Chava"?

Sure, but why?

I want to talk to him.

I'll contact him for you.

May I ask why?

-I'll tell you later. -Hey, come with me.

-Fermín. -Just don't tell anyone.

[Joaquín] The same guy who was snooping around last night.

-What kind of journalist is he? -[Andrés] Same as all of them.

He only wants to screw with us. No offense.

What was the message?

He's writing an article

questioning whether Dad died of a heart attack.

He wants us to comment.

I'll make a call and get him fired.

No, leave it to me. Subtlety isn't your strong suit.

I'll find out how much he knows.

[Joaquín] And he'll just tell you?

You have to be heavy-handed with journalists.

I don't tell you how to make crooked deals.

We're not taking about me!

I'll talk to him.

If you get him fired, he'll know he's onto something big.

As the face of the company, you can't do it either.

He'll feel important if you go. No one knows me.

I'm only talking to him because I'm a journalist and he's my dad.

[Ana María] Rubén Cabrera?

Nice to meet you. I'm Ana María.

-Where's Andrés? -Andrés is busy.

You must be the sister who ran away, right?

You seem well-informed about my family.

That's my job.

You wanted to talk to one of us?

Yes. Yesterday, someone reported gunshots in the area.

Any comments?

You mean, what you heard on an illegal police scanner?

Because, if so, you can dismiss all of that.

A drunken worker made up a crazy story in his head.

A story where shots were fired on the Carranza estate,

on the same day that Don Fausto was found dead.

-From a heart attack, yes. -Maybe.

Or maybe not.

By the way, the worker wasn't drunk, he was scared.

Can I ask you a question?

Why are you so sure that my father was murdered?

Let's say, I understand why you'd cover up his murder.

The Monarca empire would finally collapse.

Who do you suspect?

-Your father's list of enemies is long. -Like who?

We could say...

half the people at the funeral.

You're wasting your time, Rubén.

You have unfounded suspicions,

nothing more.

If you'll excuse me.

[Agustín] Joaquín...

let's make a toast.

To my brother.

Jorge and I were talking about Monarca's future.

With you as the new CEO, everything will change.

That's right.

I know we've been going through a stressful period,

but you have nothing to worry about.

I'm glad to hear that, Joaquín. And I'm sorry for your loss.

-Thank you. -Let's make a toast.

To Monarca's brighter future.

-Thank you. -Hors d'oeuvre?

[Joaquín] Ah!

I'm so sorry, sir!

Don't you dare touch me!

[Joaquín gasps]

[breaking down in tears]

[crying]

[crying]

Bernardo?

-I'd like to ask you something. -Go ahead.

When Dad tried to clean up Monarca, he said many people

turned their backs on him.

Are any of them here today?

[Bernardo sighs]

Come with me.

In front of us, the guy with the beard,

that's Secretary Laborde.

Your dad got him his job.

But now he has shut down our biggest construction project.

To his right is a local congressman.

He stole 500 hectares of land from your father to plant agave.

He restructured the land and sold it to Quintana,

who's the bearded guy opposite.

If your dad were alive...

he would kick them all out.

Joaquín, I'm very sorry.

[Joaquín] Thank you.

-How's the shirt? -I've just changed.

[Pablo] Isn't it weird that Grandpa's casket is closed?

-[Camila] No. -[Rodrigo] Nuh-uh.

[Pablo] For me it is.

I want to see him.

-Why? -Don't indulge him.

Who wants to join me?

-I've never seen a corpse. -Me neither.

Are you scared?

[woman] You must be Ana María.

-Pilar Ortega. -Governor, nice to meet you.

-Please, call me Pilar. -All right, Pilar.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I'd heard many things about your dad, but when I met him,

he turned out to be completely different.

[Pilar] He talked about doing things right,

without cutting corners, about his love for Tequila,

the people.

It's weird hearing all this, it's as if I didn't know him.

You know him better than you think.

Are you staying in Mexico?

-I don't know. -[Pilar] You should.

This place sorely needs journalists like you.

-It was a pleasure, Ana María. -The pleasure was mine.

-[Pilar] Joaquín, I'm so sorry. -[Joaquín] Thank you.

[Ana María clears throat]

That Governor is a pain in the ass.

How did it go with the journalist?

-Fine. -[Joaquín] What does "fine" mean?

-He has nothing. -He'll keep snooping.

Stay out of this. You have nothing to worry about.

[shaking breath]

[sighs]

[exhales deeply and slowly]

[Andrés] I'm so very sorry, my love.

[shivering]

Of course I had to come, Andrés.

I love you.

[Andrés] You shouldn't have come.

[Andrés] I can't right now...

I just can't, got it?

[Ilán] Why won't you let me help you?

I get what you're going through, Andrés,

but that's precisely the problem.

You have to let me in.

My dad was murdered.

[knocking quietly on door]

[whispers] Camila?

-What is it? -[whispers] Follow me.

-[Camila] Where? -Shh! Follow me.

[door creaks open]

-[Camila] Shh. -[Pablo] I know, I know.

You do it.

No, you do it.

This was your idea.

But you walked in first.

[Camila sighs]

[creaking]

[Camila screams]

[Ana María] What was that?

[Martin] That's Camila.

[Camila screams]

-[Andrés] Did you hear that? -Yes. It was Camila, right?

-I don't know. -What happened?

-Are you all right? -[Pablo] Don't touch me! Don't!

-What is it? -What's wrong?

-You lied to me! -[Andrés] Lower your voice.

-[Pablo] Why don't you tell them? -Lower your voice.

Tell them how Grandpa actually died!

[crying] He was murdered.

You knew about this?

Don't you dare go near, Rodrigo!

Did you know, Uncle?

What are they saying?

We were trying to protect you.

From whom?

[Joaquín] No one.

We wanted to spare you this pain.

Who killed Grandpa, Dad?

We won't discuss that now.

Why not? Why the hell not?

Don't speak to me like that.

-Grandpa was killed! -Don't speak to me like that.

What's going on? Tell me.

[Grandma] The cartel killed him.

It was the cartel who took your grandpa's life.

They killed him because he wouldn't work with them.

They killed him because he was stubborn,

and because he was brave.

But people won't understand.

They'll destroy your grandpa's good name,

our family's good name, and I won't let that happen, ever!

I'm really sorry...

that you had to find out this way...

but the truth remains the same.

Your grandpa died from a heart attack.

That's final.

I'm going to bed.

[Andrés] Come on.

[Andrés] Please.

[Martin] Let's go.

[Joaquín sighs]

[Ana María] Can we please talk about this?

We're gonna be late.

Martin, please.

As soon as this is over...

we're going home.

[Ana María sighs]

[Grandma, crying] I had never seen him so full of life,

like he was after the heart attack.

[Andrés] Pablo!

[Grandma] He used to say that, finally, at 71 years old...

he'd finally found a worthy purpose in life.

[crying]

But it was... [crying]

...it was too risky.

He knew it, and I told him, but not strongly enough!

-Not strongly enough! -You can't blame yourself, Mom!

He knew he'd take a risk by cleaning up Monarca,

but he was sure that it was worth it.

It wasn't just about cleaning up Monarca.

He wanted his family to be together once again.

Everyone together.

[crying] And he wanted you...

to come home.

-[Ana María sighs] -You.

[Joaquín] "None of us lives for ourselves alone,

and none of us dies for ourselves alone.

If we live, we live for the Lord.

And if we die,

we die for the Lord.

[Joaquín] So, whether we live or die,

we belong to the Lord."

Romans, 14:7-8.

Don Fausto Carranza...

my father...

was born right here...

in Tequila.

This was his land...

his people...

his family.

It was here where his father taught him to toil the land.

[Joaquín] And from this land, he grew a life full of joy and happiness.

[Joaquín] The seed of my father's work took our company

to unimaginable heights.

But Don Fausto never forgot about his dear valley.

His life wasn't always easy,

and his path wasn't always clear.

But if there's one thing I can say about my father...

it's that he was born with an iron will.

[Joaquín] He will always be the lion who conquered the world.

But his heart...

was devoted to God...

to his land...

and to his family.

Rest in peace,

Don Fausto Carranza.

-[man groaning] -[repeated beating]

[man grunts]

[metal clanking]

-[beating] -[man groans]

-[beating] -[gasping]

[man groans]

[young Ana María] Dad...

Dad? Dad!

Argh!

Ana María...

[Fausto] Daughter. Daughter!

[Joaquín] Can I have a word?

-Can it wait until after this? -No, it can't.

I'm the head of this family.

[Ana María sighs]

-[lawyer] Is Mrs. Ana María joining us? -[Joaquín] Yes.

[Joaquín] She wasn't feeling well, she won't be long.

[lawyer] We must wait for her.

[moans]

[footsteps]

[lawyer] Good, we can begin reading the bequeathment

of the shares of Monarca Corp.

Don Fausto has designated Mr. Fermín Martínez as executor,

president of Monarca Transportation.

Is Mr. Fermín Martínez here with us today?

Yes, I'm here.

Then, let us begin.

"I, José Fausto Carranza Burbón,

sound of mind,

and through this document,

hereby order that the shares totaling 80% of Monarca Corp.

that are currently in my possession, be divided as follows:

20 percent to my wife, Ana Cecilia Dávila de Carranza,

and 20 percent to each of my children,

José Joaquín...

Ana María...

and José Andrés.

Regarding the CEO position,

having failed to name a successor,

I leave this difficult task to my wife,

who will surely do a better job than I did.

She will be the interim CEO of Monarca Corp.

until she decides among my three children."

However, it is important that you sign here

if you agree to accept the CEO position and succeed your father

in the case that you're chosen.

Now for the signatures.

José Joaquín Carranza Dávila.

[lawyer] Thank you.

José Andrés Carranza Dávila.

And lastly, Ana María Carranza Dávila.

[lawyer] Mrs. Ana María?

Subtitle translation by Jonathan Hemming