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Unsolved Crimes.

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In this episode,
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And just like every week,

I'll need your help
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I'll get it.

Hi. Hello.
I got a package for Agatha Hernández.

-Agatha, it's for you!
-Sign here, please.

-That's it. Thank you.
-Bye.

-What?
-It's for you. Special delivery.

What is it?

A DEADLY INVITATION

-Hey, what's up?
-Hi! Guess you've arrived.

-Yeah, I got here. All's good.
-You okay?

This is your chance
to bond with your sister.

-I'm not sure if I should be here or not.
-It's gonna be okay, honey.

Maybe your sister needs you, babe.
Well, half-sister.

I can't believe it's been so long
since you last saw each other.

Yeah, that's the reason
this situation gives me the chills.

You know I'm here for you.
Let me know if you need anything.

We're a team, yeah?

I just hope I won't need your help, honey.

Did you take
everything you needed with you?

Did you pack all your gadgets?

Thanks.

Agatha.

Hi, Carlos.

I'm excited that you're here.

-It's been forever, you know?
-Five years.

-Since…
-Since the funeral.

Yeah.

Well, I bid you welcome
to your sister's new game.

Do you know what's going on?

I know as much as you.

I thought this was a personal emergency,

but it turns out
you and I aren't the only guests.

"I know our marriage
has been the worst."

Blah, blah, "It's almost over.
I just want one more night together."

-What?
-Oh man.

It's been so long since your sister and I
had one of those crazy nights, you know?

Why are they replacing the flowers?

Oh, hang on. I have to take this.
It's from the hospital.

Go inside, please, and get settled in.
It's fine.

Yes, hello?
Yes, Mr. Mayor, I'm here.

Yes, don't worry about that.

I don't know why…

I got a call from the hospital
telling me that it's here.

Okay, don't be so nervous.
You know how this goes.

Yes,
but someone has got to go there.

Yes, but leaving Olivia alone--

Hi, Ms. Cristina.
How've you been?

What was that?

I'll go and… and find out what it was.

Ah…

Jesus, let's go. Shit.

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah.
It's just that I knocked this, um…

totem, um…

uh, mid-century totem, but…

Um…

I've been hearing about you.
I even listened to your podcast.

-Olivia brags about you.
-Yeah?

-Yeah, she talks about it all day long.
-Okay.

Pedro Figueroa. Uh, people call me Figue.

-Nice to meet you.
-Mmm-hmm! Uh…

So now that we know each other,
uh, do you know why we were brought here?

The message on the invitation
was quite cryptic.

I think that's exactly
what we all want to find out.

Hmm.

Now they're
threatening to sue me? I can't…

Yes, I know what my contract says,

but yours says
you have to solve my problems, okay?

So start doing it, man.

Yes!

Do whatever you have to!

No, I don't want
to tell you where I am, okay?

Yeah, I'll… I'll call you later. Bye-bye.

Uh-huh. No. Just figure it out. Bye.

-Agi.
-How are you?Hello.

You know,
I'm dealing with all these…

-Yeah?
-No.

Let's change the subject
or I'm gonna lose it.

-God, I haven't seen you since…
-Since I was dumped by your sister, yeah.

No, uh, I meant
since the last telenovela you did.

-TV series.
-What?

I haven't starred in a telenovela
in forever.

Oh.

-No, sorry, I didn't--
-No, it's fine.

I saw you on your, uh, podcast.

-I heard your voice.
-Yeah.

-You try and solve… mysteries.
-Yeah, crimes that no one's ever solved.

-Yeah.
-I see you're a celebrity now.

Your sister sent everyone your podcast.

She was like, "Listen to her.
Listen, listen, listen."

We listened. It's great.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

By the way, do you know where she is?

-No, do you?
-No.

But I think
they're at the cocktail reception.

-Who's "they"?
-You know…

This invitation was so strange.
Come on. Here.

So when I got the invitation, I was like…

Thanks.

So, in yoga,
the most important thing is diet.

-Isn't that right, doctor?
-Well, diet is a fundamental part--

And sleep. Sleep is the
most important thing. Am I right?

Yeah,
without sleep, the organism is unable to--

You see? I knew I was right.

Of course, of course. Sleep, yes,
but most importantly are our dreams.

Oh, baby,
you always say such pretty things.

Well, getting enough rest
is the thing that helps us to--

Cary!

-Sonia! Honey.
-What are you doing here?

I didn't know you were coming!
This is Cary, the actor I told you about.

Cary, this is Naram, my boyfriend.

Can't believe you got invited as well.

Welcome!

Looks like you all got fooled by Olivia.

Figue, good to see you here.

How is the hospital?

-Clinic.
-Mmm.

Yeah. Fine. Thanks, man.

-Sonia, always so beautiful.
-Mmm!

You must be
the yoga instructor, right?

-Don Carlos.
-Ah.

This is Cristina.

She has a message
from Olivia for all of us.

"I welcome you all to Villa Elisa."

"I wanted to see you all so much."

"You won't regret having come here."

"I'll see you
aboard the yacht tonight for dinner."

"The yacht is the final contribution
of my ex-husband."

She's always one step ahead, hmm?

"I know this is all unexpected,
but don't worry about it."

"As you know,
this is not my first time being divorced."

"I'll see you
on the yacht later this evening."

"Bring your pajamas
because we'll all be sleeping on board."

"In the meantime, Ms. Cristina will
bring you to your rooms for your stay."

Ms. Cristina, when I got here,
I chose my own bedroom in the villa.

Oh, but don't worry yourself, Ms. Agatha.

Gustavo will kindly rearrange your rooms.

Shall we?

Let's go, Gustavo.

The lady called it "Villa Elisa."

Isn't its name "Villa Muñiz"?

I think they decided to rename it.

Um, Elisa was Carlos
and Olivia's adopted daughter.

I guess they named it after her.

Mmm. Poor thing, yeah.

Elisa passed away
five years ago in a car accident.

That was the last time I saw Olivia,
at the funeral.

Excuse me, Cristina?

Where is Elisa?

Come. I'll show you where she is.

Hello, my love.

I miss you.

This house
feels empty without Elisa.

-And how's Olivia doing?
-We haven't seen her yet.

All of this is just so weird, you know?

When you see her on the boat,
maybe you can use the pen or the glasses

to record something and send me a video.

-Just saying.
-Oh, yeah?

I won't be able to do that, my love.

Okay. It was worth a shot.

-I don't want to miss any of the gossip.
-I'll tell you what I know.

Uh…

-I'll call you back, is that okay?
-Sure.

-Ciao.
-Take care.

Here's an apple
and some tea in case you're hungry.

Thank you.

It's nice to have you here.

You're missed by Carlos and your sister.

He's new, right?

Half-new, half-blind, my dear.

Carlos saw him at the hospital
and took him in.

Cristina,
some of my bags were left in, um…

Uh, I'm sorry, I…
I'm Agatha. I left my, uh…

I'm sorry. I just…

Look at this place.
It's spectacular.

Oh! I love it.

Oh, wait! Shh!
Someone might hear us!

-That's a nice dress.
-It was my sister's.

It looks good on you.

This boat is something else.

-How are you, Carlos?
-Oh, look, everyone's here.

I wonder
what surprises she has in store.

Welcome aboard, everyone!

Hi.

Wow.

I can't believe my eyes!
You're all so elegant!

And also classy. Mmm.

Let's have a toast to all of you,
my beautiful friends and family.

Cheers to your health.

I appreciate you all for joining me
without doubting me for a moment.

Salud.

Every single one of you
has been instrumental

in both the postive
and negative moments of my life.

Tonight, you'll find out
how important it is that you're all here.

Cheers.

Well, I think it's time
for me to say a few words.

Uh, well, I never thought--

I'm so sorry.

-Don't panic, Gustavo. It's okay.
-Sorry.

It's okay, come on.
It's just broken glass.

Just some glass?
You didn't buy them!

Ugh, Carlos,
I may not pay for your fancy glassware,

but at least I stick to my word,
for fuck's sake.

Let's move, Gustavo.
We have more things to do.

-Is anyone cut?
-I'm okay.

-Captain! Let's move!
-Yes, sir.

-It's all right.
-Salud.

Salud.

Salud.

HAPPY ENDING 3

I could tell you stories
from the last shoot.

-What would you like to know?
-How does it feel--

Good evening, everyone.

I would like to welcome my dear friend
and renowned chef Wallace Docks

who flew in from Los Angeles
to delight us on this special night.

He cost an arm and a leg.

I'd have just been fine with quesadillas.

Ah,
you were always boring.

He was like that in bed.

Let's make a toast. Salud.

Go ahead, Cary.

It's just like
the master Stanislavski used to say,

"Love the art in yourself,
not yourself in the art."

Now, can I speak?

Yeah. Please.

Well, I think
the time has come for you

to discover
why I invited you here tonight.

Hmm?

You have all
really experienced life, right?

You've been through so much.

Isn't that right, sister?
No recordings tonight.

But tonight we're here because…

I've prepared a surprise for you all.

And it's something you'll never forget.

I think you'll enjoy it.
I really do.

And I say "enjoy" because, honestly,

you never know
which day will truly be your last.

Who knows?

Maybe after this evening,
one of us won't return to shore.

We're on the open sea.

This is no man's land,
so this could get very interesting.

Right, this is…
This is another one of your games, Olivia.

-That's why we're here, right?
-No.

This is completely real, Cary.

All of you have more than one reason

to fuck over the person
who is sitting next to you.

We just have to find out who's willing
to actually do something, you know?

For example, since the death of Elisa,

my sister has truly become
my only living heir.

That's inconvenient for some of you.

If I die, she instantly
becomes the richest on this yacht.

Carlos, darling, you're awfully quiet.

-That's over the line.
-I don't think so.

The easiest solution would be
to throw her overboard. Am I right?

If I were you, sis,
I'd lock that cabin door.

No one else ever hated me

with more intense passion than you,
Sonia, dear.

I remember the night
Carlos saw me for the first time.

You couldn't stand the fact
that your boyfriend,

and the main investor
of your perfume company,

was attracted to your partner, right?

You must be so angry.
I'm sure you're fuming right now.

Carlos got free, and you…

You got together with--

-Don't you dare say it.
-Oh?

Or what? Are you gonna kill me?

Naram.

Do you love Sonia?

I mean, enough to murder the person
who has hurt the most in this life?

Because she says
you are the love of her life.

Cary, love of mine.

Well, ex-love of mine.

So many movies, such huge success.
For what, huh?

Just to ruin your career

'cause you decided it was a good idea
to play with a gun on set.

How are you
ever going to repay Carlos

the money he lent you
to cover your legal fees?

You haven't been able
to pay your debt yet.

But, tonight, you could
solve that problem, I'm thinking, huh?

Chalk up one more for the list
of horrible, unsolved problems.

Figue! Hey, there.

Why are you here?

Did you know that Figue used to
work for Carlos in one of his hospitals?

Oh! You didn't?

You know why he quit?

I do.

I'm the only one who knows the reason.

Right?

Carlos hasn't figured it out yet,
and the money he gave you

doesn't guarantee
you won't say more than you should.

-Any of you could get the ball rolling--
-Stop it, Olivia.

Only Figue and I are concerned here.

That's enough, Carlos.

You've always cared about money
more than medicine,

and your family, your love,

your daughter.

This is not a good joke.

-Trust me, you'll get it soon enough.
-Stop it now.

If any of you think
this is a game,

very soon you'll realize that it is not.

I hope that tonight you find out

who you should apologize to
and who you should say goodbye to.

I already know.

And so I wish the same for you.

And I thank you.

Thank you all for coming.

-Good night.
-Oliv--

I only smoke a little.

It makes my nerves settle, you know?

-Same excuse every single time.
-Is it?

You have a good memory.

Forgive me for the spectacle.
I didn't want to offend you.

Come on, tell me what's happening.

No thrill in that.

Hey.

Hey. Come sit down.

Close my door.

I'd love it if you could read my mind
in this moment.

I always struggled
to understand your grief after Elisa died.

-But I offered to come help you.
-I know.

-You didn't--
-I know.

One of the reasons you're here.

What do you mean?

You're a smart lady. You'll figure it out.

Okay.

The important thing
is seeing each other again…

and being here.

Did you know I was jealous
when I came to Mexico and met you?

I was really happy.

I always wanted to have an older sister.

I only smoke a little.
Makes my nerves settle, you know?

What do you need?

-What are you doing?
-I'm drawing.

Come.

-Do you like flowers?
-Mmm-hmm.

Look.

This one is for you.

Don't forget I love you.

And I love you.

And I wanted
to be with you after what happened…

with Elisa.

You really never know
when the best time is to help someone out.

Hey.

You think I can bum one?

They're all yours.

IRIS
Everything all right, babe?

I'm sorry. It's been a very strange day…

It's just one million.
Just one million!

It's not about the money.
What do I get out of it?

-What do you get out of it?
-Yeah.

You get to be a part of something
very important, like my perfume.

Besides, you promised me!
You promised me before you knew Olivia!

Well, I changed my mind.
Enough. Forget it.

You changed more than just your mind.

Right, Carlos?

Who's out there?

Ugh.

Uh…

Hello.

I was just, uh…
Oh, shit! Look at the time.

I… I think I fell asleep.
Oh my God, um…

Good night.

What was that?

What happened?

Help! Hey!

Agatha!

Oh my God! No, no, no! Help!

-Oh no!
-What happened?

Oh no.

Everyone breathe in, breathe out.

Olivia.

Olivia?

-What happened?
-She fell.

-What do you mean she fell?
-Or she was pushed?

-But who could have done that?
-Her neck is broken.

I can try and revive her, but…

There's nothing I can do.

Captain!

-Get the police on the radio!
-Come on. Come on. Up, up, up.

Which police should I call?

What do you mean?

We're in the middle of the ocean
between Los Cabos and Mazatlán.

We're in between
two different police jurisdictions.

It's cold. Here.

We're almost at the shore.

What was that?

Explosion at the antenna?

I'm sorry about your sister.

Captain Jaime Magallón.

State prosecution office,
Baja, California.

Sorry to ask you this,
but is there a phone at your house?

We have no signal here.

I'm not sure. I don't live here.

The transmission tower
exploded.

We let the company know already.

Uh, there is a public payphone
at the inn in Tlacuache,

next to the road there.

Uh, captain?

Uh, I have to run.

But here's my phone number in case
you need to reach me for any reason.

So sorry, but no one leaves these premises

until I'm notified about which police
will run the investigation.

Clear this up for me.
You guys are not the police?

Yes, we are.

But there's a problem because
the accident occurred in the ocean between

Cabo San Lucas and the port of Mazatlán.

Uh-huh.

It has to be determined
who will get this case.

So I'd say stay a while, get comfortable.
Get cozy.

You're already home!

See, I'm a doctor, and I have patients
to tend to at the hospital.

Someone will have to fill in for you then.

I think you misunderstood me.
Do you know who I am?

The husband of the deceased, yeah?

I'm Dr. Carlos Muñiz,
Surgical Chief of Muñiz Hospital.

Oh, well, congratulations
on your successful career.

But you'll have to stay here.

Do yourself a favor.

Okay? Write down your annual salary.

And then just add a zero.

-One?
-Yeah.

My annual salary.

You clown.

I don't believe
you understand what's going on.

Go shower and get changed.
I'll see you later at the house.

I'll be back.

Lieutenant. Come on.

Captain. Excuse me.

Wait, honey.

Have you taken statements
from the crew and staff?

-Yes, captain.
-Fine.

I'll take the body to La Paz.

Once I have the results
from the public prosecution's office,

I'll come back here
to take your statements.

Right now, I want you
to go to your bedrooms.

No one is permitted to leave the villa.

-Understood?
-Uh, yeah, but I need some food.

So maybe we could get some lunch?

You mean we're stuck in here?

Our lieutenant here will send someone
for your lunch, right?

This is unacceptable.

At the very least
let me talk to my people at the hospital.

There's no reception here,

so it's impossible
for me to inform my team of the situation.

Excuse me, all.

Let's go.

What's wrong with him?
He's not listening to us.

Oh my God.

-After you, Ms. Cristina.
-Thank you.

-Uh, thank you for coming, lieutenant.
-Mmm.

My sister warned us.

She said someone
wasn't going to come back to shore.

Really? How would she know?

She got us together

and said someone
was going to try to do this.

-But we thought it was a bad joke or--
-Uh…

-Your voice.
-Uh, sorry?

Aren't you the host
of the program Unsolved Crimes?

-Oh.
-Is that you?

-Podcast. It's a podcast, right?
-Oh, it is you.

You're some detective. You discovered me.

Oh, I listen to you all the time
in the patrol car.

You're very good.

-I'm a big fan.
-Thanks.

Shall we go grab a coffee?

Huh?

-Uh, yeah. Sure, okay.
-Let's go.

-Please.
-Let's go.

I still can't believe it's real.

Yeah. Just when it seemed like
she was coming out of her depression.

Forgive me for asking,
but why was she depressed?

We lost our daughter
in a car accident, uh, five years ago.

Sorry for your loss.

Why did you get divorced?

At first,
I wanted to get close to her,

but I kept banging my head against a wall.

It hurt so much.

But I thought my life couldn't…

couldn't end there yet.

I never gave up
trying to bring Olivia back to life.

But it was useless.

I met a woman in Mexico
and that was the end of us.

Son of a bitch.

Well, for a plan to win her back, that…

was really flawed, don't you think?

Don't play the judge. You weren't there.

You forgot you had a sister.

No, I didn't. You don't even
know what she was like. Stay out of it.

Oh no? When was the last time
you called on her birthday?

Olivia and I were very close--

-Sure, you two were so close.
-We were getting closer again.

So that she remembered your name
to write it in her will.

You know what?
You can keep your fucking money.

-Why?
-Because you're going to die anyway.

You hear that, officer?
She just threatened my life there.

-Me? I'm threatening you?
-Yes.

You're the one threatening me! Officer--

What was that?

Stay here.

-Ahh!
-I know! I know! Stop, stop, stop!

-What happened?
-Look!

He's been shot. Someone shot Naram.

-What?
-Jesus.

Come on. Get to it.

-What happened?
-What's going on?

Okay, okay.

Did you see anything?

No, no, no, but… but it was out there.

This is not that bad.
But he was shot with a rifle?

-Yeah! A rifle.
-It's gonna be fine.

Relax, relax, relax.

-Wait, wait, wait!
-Just breathe.

What's going on?

The concentration
of gunpowder is very high.

-How do you know that?
-You don't smell it?

It's coming from here.

It smells like soap.

-Did you know about that hidden door?
-The house has lots of passages.

There are a lot of places
I don't know myself. Take note of this.

Yes.

Hey! Agatha!
We can't go there without authorization.

Nobody move!

-No, this feels okay.
-I haven't done anything yet.

Miss.

-Stop right there.
-Huh?

No, please, we need authorization.

-I think I can open it.
-Did you find anything?

-Oh, it's kind of really jammed.
-Let's see.

-Hey, Agatha! You need any help?
-Let's see if you can.

All right.

Oh, Jesus.

There we go.

It's all clear, miss.

-Go in.
-Now?

-Yeah!
-Oh…

Agatha? You okay?

What is this?

Hey, careful.

Whoa.
What are all these creams for?

It's sticky. What are they doing in here?

We have
to see where this takes us.

Ms. Agatha,
let me clear one thing up here.

I am in charge right now.

I know that you are
stubborn and determined.

I can tell that
from listening to your program.

Podcast.

An inspector position opened up
at the station recently.

-I'm not looking for a job, sir.
-No, the job is for me.

Oh.

If I solve this case,
I'm likely to get the promotion.

So what do I have to do?

Well, I can tell
that you're a very observant person.

You're able to see things that I can't.

So can you please help me with this case?

And how can you
be sure I'm not the murderer?

Because I trust my instinct.

And if it fails?

If it fails me, then keeping you close
is a good idea anyway.

All right, fine. I will.

The first thing we should do
is interrogate everyone here.

Mmm…

Won't be possible.
We can't. Not until we have Maga.

-Maga?
-Magallón.

Think about it.

If you interrogate everyone,
and the case is given to Mazatlán,

then what they say is invalid.

But best case scenario,

you'll get a head start
on the case in the meantime, right?

Mmm.

And if we solve it,
you'll be on my podcast.

Fine. Come on.

-What is it?
-I'll explain later.

Thank you. That's it.

Okay, everyone, listen.

Agatha just convinced me

that making you
stay locked away this long is unfair.

-Finally, you're talking sense.
-Well, bravo.

We can try to buy some time. Now to begin,
I'll ask a few of you some questions.

If you all cooperate, you should
be good to go when the chief gets back.

What if someone doesn't cooperate?

Well, we'll stay put and wait.

Given the time it's taking to send
and receive memos from Mazatlán today,

I'd guess we'd stay put
about 24 to 36 more hours, miss.

But I insist, all right?
Participation is voluntary and unofficial.

-I choose to cooperate.
-Very well.

Now, I'll need a volunteer

to help me write down
everything that happens from now on.

Me.

Very well! Thank you.

Should we start this interrogation with…

…the head of the household?

Or should we go by age?

Or…

Gustavo.

Don Gustavo.

We'll meet you in…

We'll meet you
in Don Carlos's office, please.

Uh…

Don Gustavo.

Come on, let's begin.

Agatha, the door, please.

Thank you.

May I?

Uh, Don Gustavo…

Sorry to begin with this.

Really personal kind of question,
but how long have you had--

When people lose an organ,

the one remaining
is left with no choice except to adapt.

Uh… yeah.

I guess I suppose so.

And tell us where you were last night
when Olivia passed away?

By then I was home.

To be honest,
I was glad to be coming back to land.

I don't like being on boats.

Especially after
having spilled that champagne all over

the most important actor in Mexico.

Right.

And then after?

I got to bed early last night.

I started watching a series,
but I didn't even make it ten minutes.

Then I heard the explosion.

I think
that it must have been a short circuit.

Thank you, Gustavo.

Uh, would you allow me
to ask one question to finish?

Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

When did you
first start working for my sister?

The person who hired me
five years ago was your brother-in-law--

Well, ex-brother-in-law.

After my accident in construction,
I lost my job,

and Don Carlos was very generous
to give me an opportunity.

At that time, well,
nobody wanted to risk hiring me because…

-Yeah, sure.
-Mmm.

Uh, I'm sorry to insist,
when was this accident, sir?

Ten years ago.

November 12th.

And when did my sister
have you swap the flowers in the entrance?

The lady insisted

that they had to be changed
the day the guests arrived.

FLOWERS - ARRIVAL

Can you tell me your full name, please?

Gustavo Salinas Esquivel.

Servant and friend.

Perfect.

Thank you, Gustavo.

That would be all. You can leave.

Excuse me, officer. Thanks.

Okay.

-I need to go out and call somebody.
-No, I can't let you leave.

Maga would have my ass.

Well, in that case, then would you prefer
to search for the killer alone?

MUNICIPAL POLICE

-Hello?
-Hello, Iris. Listen.

Something, uh…

-Uh, happened.
-What's up, honey?

I've been texting you since yesterday.
Your last text was last night.

-What's wrong?
-No, I…

I know. Wait a minute.
I need to tell you something, okay?

It all happened so fast.

-It was so strange.
-But what is it? What's wrong?

Olivia died, babe.

-What?
-Or…

Or she was killed.

-Agatha, what happened?
-Listen, honey.

It's okay. I'm fine.

I just need you to help me.
Please, I really don't have a lot of time.

Oh my gosh. Honey, I'm so sorry.
It's terrible. What do you need?

I need you to write down some names.
Uh, can you write this down?

Uh, hold on. One sec.

It's just the signal went off.
An antenna exploded.

Everything is so weird right now.

But as soon as I know anything, I'll…
I'm gonna let you know.

I promise you.

-That is, if I can, okay?
-Okay. Okay.

Say it. What happened?

Okay, there's, uh, Naram,

Sonia…

Sonia was my sister's partner.
She's Naram's girlfriend.

They both do "namaste" and stuff.

Cary's the actor
and Olivia's ex-boyfriend.

They're all my sister's friends.

I don't know.
There's a doctor by the name of Figueroa.

He works with Carlos, and I think
they have some unfinished business.

There's a guy who's name
is Gustavo Salinas Esquivel.

-Also my now ex-brother-in-law, Carlos.
-Okay.

And Ms. Cristina, the head of the house,

who is practically
another piece of furniture there.

There must be a reason
Olivia only invited us here.

We have no internet access
because an antenna--

Agatha, I know
you don't have much time, but…

are you really all right?

Baby, I'm so sorry.

Yes, I'm… I'm still…

I'm still in shock,
honestly, for sure, but…

-I want to find out what happened here.
-Yeah.

Okay. Love you.

I love you too.

I'll call you as soon as I can, okay? Bye.

Uh, excuse me. Do you have Baja tacos?

Six, please.

-Thank you.
-Very nice.

We got something for you all to eat. Here.

I'm not eating that.
I'll go get something decent to eat.

I'm sorry, Don Carlos, but I told you
I'm not allowed to let you go.

I'll go and prepare you lunch.

Oh, oh, wait. Wait a moment, Ms. Cristina.
Wait a moment.

I don't know
what you told this idiot here,

but you should tell him
I have patients to see.

Um, I'd like to know why
my dear Agatha may leave when we can't.

You see,
this is not personal, Agatha, okay?

But, officer,
there are a lot of things we need to do.

There's a crew
waiting for me to shoot a film.

She could have
gone out to hide a weapon, right?

Okay, okay, okay, I let her leave here
because she was going to buy lunch.

And because she was with me
during the shooting, she isn't a suspect.

I was there with you too, buddy.

That is true.

Oh, sure. I guess nobody was there.

Well, where were each of you at
the exact time that the shooting happened?

I was in the bathroom with Naram.
You saw us there.

Yeah, I know.
I mean the others.

In my bedroom. I was asleep.
I heard a loud bang.

Went down the hall and went into the room.

So was anyone away from their room?

Resilience.

-Figueroa…
-Hmm?

Don Carlos, Doña Cristina.

We'll meet you at the office.

I was, uh, bored.
I sometimes am.

So then I prepared to clean.

As far as possible…

You know,
not to bother people in bed or anything.

That shelf over there
where his guns are is where I started.

Carlitos keeps his firearms
in the best shape possible.

Those guns are his grandfather's,
from the revolution era.

So I clean them frequently.

While I was cleaning,
I realized that one was…

…gone, the Winchester.

I got scared.

I was thinking about
what had happened to Ms. Olivia.

Then I heard the huge bang
and started running.

You said Winchester.

Yes, yes, the Winchester, yes.

It's hard to miss with one of those guns.

The shooter is likely not an expert.

I think it would be best
if we go to a safer place.

If a gun like that is in someone's hands,

all of us are in danger,
so we better leave right now.

All right. Let's go, then.

No one leaves this villa
until I see Captain Magallón!

Uh, here, I'll…

I'll help you.

Oh!

Whoa, that's… That's a lot of drugs.

Even morphine.

Uh, well…

Better safe than sorry,
you know what I mean?

Well,
I have chronic pain in my leg.

May I please go to my bedroom
to take my medicine?

Come, Ms. Cristina.
I'll help you.

Thanks. Thanks.

Oh, my blood pressure.

Thanks.

-Well, I'll, uh… Thank you.
-Yeah.

I think
no one wants to kill anyone.

Uh, you're a smart one.

No, you see, Julián is correct.

It's impossible to miss
with a gun like that.

So what then?

This is all part of Olivia's game.

She didn't want this solved by the police.
Uh, I mean, with all due respect.

But this is why my sister
sent us to the middle of the ocean.

She was buying time
for us to have a chance to solve this.

-You're crazy, Agatha.
-No, no, no.

I realized that when we got here,

the flowers at the entrance
were being changed.

And those flowers were violet.

It's a color that gives
a very categorical message.

Yes, the message is that
each time those damn flowers were changed,

I lost a shit-ton of pesos
on precious flowers.

Do tell me
when you receive any more messages.

-I'm still getting the bill.
-I see what she's saying. Agatha is right.

I mean, in my movies,
I'm always working with colors.

For me, violet signifies
a whim, power, ambition,

-That sounds like my Olivia, right?
-Uh, uh, no. Okay, yes.

But in other cultures,
like Asian cultures,

violet is the color of love, and justice,

of liberty, and forgiveness.

This is nothing more
than some macabre game of Olivia's.

-Mmm-hmm.
-I think this is much more than that.

This riddle is
her last will and testament.

She wanted us to solve it all together.
That's why she invited us.

I'm sure she knew
everything that was going to happen here.

And now it's up to us to find out

which love, liberty, justice,
and forgiveness she's referring to.

She referred to.

Oh, well, what?

Wait, Olivia knew
someone would try to murder us?

We don't know if the shooter
is the murderer from the boat or not.

I don't know, but this seems like
a great way to say goodbye to her.

-Okay.
-And to honor her, right?

Okay, well, let's move on this
before Magallón gets back.

-Otherwise, this is useless.
-Mmm-hmm.

The police?

They won't give a shit
what you say, Agatha, dear.

Hmm.

Maybe they will give a shit when
they learn you didn't cooperate, Carlitos.

Right.
Okay, let's go on with the interviews.

Remember, this is all voluntary.

Who's next?

I couldn't sleep last night.

So I decided to go over the script
for a new Hollywood film I'm working on.

Juan Balas never gets extorted
or intimidated by anyone.

This is not revenge.

That's what I should be working on.

Nah.

It's a part that's very difficult.

It's your average tough cop,
but I don't want him into a cliché.

Juan Balas never…

I want him to have nuances
and sensitivities--

Please,
Cary, uh, stay on subject.

Yeah, sure. Okay.

And where were you from, exactly, Naram?

My roots are in Mexico City.

But I did live for six years
far away in Varanasi, in India.

That's why sometimes, uh, my accent--

What were you talking about
with Sonia on the deck of the boat?

Can we start with that?

It had been
a long time since we talked, and…

I thought she might
want a trip down memory lane.

But, no, she hounded me for money.

She wanted me to finance

that crappy perfume
she's been wanting to sell for years.

And my response
was that I wouldn't lend her money.

What were you talking about
with Carlos on the yacht?

Well, my perfume.

The same thing I speak to everybody about,
but apparently nobody wants to help me.

They're gonna regret it.

As soon as it starts being a huge seller,
they'll all be sorry.

Naram, what was your connection to Olivia?

She obviously wanted you to be here, so…

Hmm. It's really strange, you know.
I had never, ever spoken with her.

Do you know what's strange?

The fact they were both
partners in the perfume company,

a company you were going to invest in,

and now Sonia is demanding
that money you said you'd give her.

Asking me.

And if you still doubt me,
please go ask her.

What were you doing
when Olivia fell?

Uh…

I was making love to Naram!

My baby is an incredible lover. Amazing.

When we're together,
I just focus all my senses on him.

Mmm-hmm.

-Naram.
-Mmm.

Naram, baby.

Baby, did you hear that?
Did you hear that sound?

Hey! Wake up! Wake up!

-Yes.
-Tell us how you met Sonia.

It was love at first sight.

When two atoms of light merge,

the entire force of light in the universe
can't separate them.

Yes, well, that's, uh…
One moment, all right?

Before the shooting,
what were you two doing?

Oh, well, it happened very fast.

We needed to increase
the temperature of the bedroom,

so I turned on the hot water faucet.

I closed my eyes, then we meditated.

Until I heard a murmur close to me.

So I left my room.

And there she was.

She was talking to somebody
on the lower deck,

but I couldn't see who it was.

She was looking down.

When, all of a sudden,
I heard the wood crack.

After a moment, I went back
to my bedroom to get some sleep.

But when I was walking towards my room…

I couldn't see who had shot at me.

Why do you think
you were the target?

Who'd want to murder a yoga instructor?

Who'd want to murder you?

Uh…

I don't know. I'm not sure.

That's a task for the police, right? No?

After that,
I found Olivia lying dead on the floor.

That's it. That's all I saw.

Agatha, uh…

I'm sorry.

Can we talk in private?
One moment, you think? Hmm?

Hmm. I guess I'll go to the restroom.

Can you stop the recording for a minute?

Thanks.

Okay, look.

I get you.

You're very brave
to be doing what you're doing.

I believe what you're saying

that Olivia brought us here for a reason.

But I didn't push her.

I'd like to help.

Fine, well,
if Olivia wanted to have you here,

it's time to show her
how great an actor you really are.

I need you to help me
find the missing piece of this puzzle.

Do you have any ID with you?

No.

Mmm-mmm.

No? Nothing at all?

Not your license or a passport even?

ID for the gym?

"Naram G. Martínez."

-What's the "G" stand for?
-García.

Do I really have to be here?
Man, I'm picking up a weird vibe.

Uh…

No, it's not obligatory.
We're just trying--

Thank you, and…

namaste.

I can sense he has
a really powerful inner peace.

-Mmm-hmm.
-That was bullshit.

He had to bring an official ID.

He can't book a national flight
without one.

Of course.

Let's get Figue.

What's wrong?

You spend time
interrogating in Guantánamo?

-We have to question--
-We need to take a break now, okay?

My God, these people. City folk.

Ms. Agatha, hurry up, please.
I could lose my job for this.

Look who's here.

Dr. Figueroa.

How'd you get in?

Uh, listen, I'm doing this
to help you with the investigation.

Are you? Are you a detective as well?

Olivia was sick?

She didn't want anyone to find out.

What's this?

Wait, what?

These certificates are given
whenever a baby dies during labor.

I don't know why she has these here.

Not a word about this to Julián, okay?

Okay.

What don't you want me to find out?

It's, uh…

Olivia used to smoke marijuana.

And just how
might this affect the investigation?

Well, uh, any detail might be relevant.
Don't you think?

Listen, both of you have crossed
considerably over the line being here.

I could arrest you both for
getting into the boat without permission.

Well, but you won't do that,

because you want this thing to finish
and to solve the case.

I have to go back to the inn.

I need to check something.

So what did you find?

Gustavo didn't lie to you.
He had a construction accident.

But listen to this.
That site was one of Carlos's hospitals.

And it was Olivia and Carlos's foundation
that offered him a cornea transplant.

Okay.

Listen, I need you
to write down a few other names, okay?

Sara Medina. Miguel Ramos.

Pablo Salazar.

These are names of babies
who died at birth.

I need you to investigate
whatever you can about them.

I don't know
how easy they'll be to find, but…

Dead babies…

Give me a second.

Agatha, what is it?

GUZMÁN FAMILY:
"WE CAN'T HAVE CHILDREN"

Honey, I need you to investigate
Governor Tomás Guzmán and his wife, Clara.

-I have to go.
-Wait! I sent you a picture.

When you get reception again,
check it out. Bye.

Honey, what you said
about the governor yesterday on the phone

makes total sense.

They've been trying to adopt a child

and I think Carlos
has something to do with that.

Check it out. I love you, good luck.

I think I finally
cracked this case wide open.

Okay, so…

As you may have realized,
the antenna has been fixed.

Now that we have signals on our phones,

I was able to download some pictures
that I'll share with you guys in a moment.

So, uh…

So let's begin exploring this.

Naram.

Could you please repeat for us all
what name your middle initial stands for?

"García." I told you that.

Naram García Martínez.

Ah, but that's incorrect, sir.

If I may, I'll travel back a few years,
so that you all have some context.

At the time she passed away,
I did some investigating of my own,

and I found that Elisa was really
the biological daughter of Renata Godoy.

A teenager
who tragically committed suicide

after having
a postpartum depressive episode.

Does that ring a bell? Renata Godoy?
All right.

After these most recent events,

my partner and I
decided we'd reopen this case,

and so she sent me this.

It's a document
prepared by Ramiro Manuel Godoy

when he checked his sister Renata
into the hospital to have her little girl.

This is the admission form.

And… And what are you
trying to say with all this?

Patience. I'm just getting started.

And so I asked my partner
to send me a picture of this guy,

so-called Ramiro,
but it was difficult to find one.

After working on it for a long time,
she found…

this here.

Ramiro was a waiter.

-Where did you find that photo?
-Iris is very diligent.

She searched for every
piece of information she could get,

and managed to find out
how you started as a yoga instructor.

But that's not all.

It turns out Olivia
had left many clues for us all.

In her cabin on the yacht,
I found several death certificates,

including the certificate
of my niece, Elisa.

But it was dated seven years earlier

than her real death.

When Elisa died five years ago,

her picture was in
every paper you could imagine.

Naram had thought that his niece
had died a long time ago,

but that picture was crystal clear.

The child who was supposedly
Carlos and Olivia's daughter

was the spitting image of his sister.

MOURNING WITHIN ARISTOCRACY

So that day, Naram…

that day you found out
your niece had been alive and is now dead,

it must've been hard to deal with.

When faced with situations like this,
we hold on tight to anything.

And Naram held on to justice and revenge.

He needed to understand
how Olivia came to adopt his niece

if she had supposedly died at birth.

But how could you get close to Olivia?

How could you approach the elite
being a middle-class man?

Next to the grieving mother,
you recognized another woman

standing next to her
in that magazine shot.

Then Sonia enters the scene.

You looked into their
relationship, and, surprise, surprise,

you learned about
how much they hated each other,

and stabbed each other in the back.

To be able to get close to Sonia,

Naram had to come up
with a whole new personality.

He studied yoga

and familiarized himself with theories
to pretend he had been to India

when he couldn't
even afford a plane ticket.

When that was done,

he managed to find out what had happened
between Olivia and Sonia

that made them hate each other.

And that gave him his in
that would bring him closer

to Sonia.

Well,
that wasn't exactly what happened.

No, at first,
I was not a big fan of Naram.

He was too intense.

So when he realized
he wasn't gonna seduce me…

he tried something else.

Sonia,
I need to ask you something.

How badly do you hate Olivia?

He told me
his plan to destroy Olivia.

And I just loved it, so we partnered up.

We went to Olivia's house

and we threatened
to release this information publicly.

But it really didn't go
the way that we had hoped at all.

I realized Olivia
thought that Elisa was an orphan.

She thought it had been
a standard adoption.

So I couldn't resent her.

She promised she would find out
the truth to all of this.

That's why we were on the boat.

So, yeah, I think there's something
a lot bigger than what we see.

My sister warned us.

How did you know I never went to India?

In India,

the left hand is kept for the most
intimate of uses and nothing more.

No one eats with that hand.

Not even the left-handed.

But that's not all.
I established more connections.

You know, I'm quite sure
that at your sister's labor, Naram,

there was a lady who was very kind to you

who had a limp.

-I don't recall anyone.
-Hmm.

Cary?

Thank you.

Yesterday,
I had a very strong migraine,

so I asked Ms. Cristina if she
would give me a pill to ease the pain.

I suggested we go to her bedroom
because her pills were there.

And we started talking.

I told her a lot of stories
about my television series,

soap operas,
and the movies that I starred in.

Is that you in Cabaret?

A couple of times.
As a stand-in, of course, yes, but--

Cristina!
Cristina, you never told me about this.

-Look at you! Look, you were such a babe.
-Yes.

-You look like María Félix, you know?
-Oh, no way, come on.

And, all of a sudden, I told her
I was dizzy and I wanted to rest.

She was very, very kind,

and allowed me to rest in her bed.

Little did she know
my intentions had ulterior motives.

And thanks to Cary's
theatrical skills,

we finally managed to find
the missing piece of this puzzle.

CRISTINA SEVILLA PONS
SOCIAL WORKER

Because of this little discovery,

we realized that Ms. Cristina was,
in fact,

present at Naram's sister's delivery.

Sorry to tell you this,
but your child didn't survive.

It's okay.

-Put the gun down.
-Don't bother, Ms. Cristina.

I unloaded the weapons this morning

after I figured out that you stank of
black powder mixed with that Maja soap.

That added to the ID Cary found,

which indicates that you worked as
a social worker for the Muñiz Foundation.

You worked with single mothers, right?

Ms. Cristina, give me that and don't move!

-Ugh.
-I have to arrest you.

I started suspecting her

when I overheard a conversation
she had with Carlos.

A conversation that caught my attention.

I got a call from the hospital.
Apparently, the baby arrived early.

We have to get him no matter what!

Miguel Guzmán won't accept any delay
in receiving the baby.

And his wife can't find out!

Clara Guzmán is a woman
who can boast about nearly anything…

but not her fertility.

Give me a second.

When I found out who Naram was,
everything made sense.

Because Carlos is not only the owner

of one of the largest
chains of hospitals in Mexico,

he constructed his empire
by becoming the trusted gynecologist

of the most important women in Mexico.

It was a perfect plan!

Ms. Cristina was the one
who handled the single mothers.

She earned their trust
and became the only person

who could tell them
the worst news of their lives.

While Carlos took care
of delivering the babies to his clients.

A lot of millionaire couples paid him
a fortune to get one of these babies.

But in this case, it wasn't a client.

It was Olivia.

Why did they do it?

Uh, sir…

Captain.

We are all gathered here
just speaking really very casually.

And, well, all the guests
have agreed to talk voluntarily.

Shut up! Shut up.

Yes, captain.

It all makes sense, but I'd like to know
who tried murdering us? Who shot me?

Murder you?

Tried to murder you?

-Yes, uh…
-What happened here while I was gone?

-Captain, do you have a minute?
-Yes!

Please! Right now.

So?

It turns out the gun was fired.
Don't worry about it.

That lady, Agatha,

has all the guests confessing
about what it was that really happened.

And it looks like
it all has to do with the deceased.

We reached those conclusions

without the need
to do any sort of paperwork.

-Hmm.
-That's everything we know, all right?

Now I need you folks
to all listen up, and pay attention,

and to tell me who fired the rifle.

May I?

Go ahead.

All right. It's clear that there
was a motive for all of us to be here.

But what made it unbearable
for Doña Cristina

was the fact that Naram is here.

She obviously wanted to kill you
once she recognized you.

And, after all, Doña Cristina is
the person who knows this villa the best.

"Ms. Cristina will bring you to your rooms
for your stay."

I decided
to go back to Naram and Sonia's room

to see where that tunnel took me.

And guess where it led to?

That's why she insisted that Naram
and Sonia stay in that exact bedroom.

Oh my God!

Yes,
this is all very interesting.

But, girl, do you have any proof
off all this nonsense you're saying?

Uh…

Maybe I do.

Bear with me one second.

-I'll be quick, captain, uh…
-Hmm?

How are you, captain?

-Anything left to do from yesterday?
-Quiet, kid!

I'm very mad at you right now,
even if you can't read my face. Shh.

-Here. I'm ready, captain.
-Go ahead.

I just need a minute of your time.

Uh, do you know who's
been assigned to handle this case, sir?

That will be determined in due time.
Don't worry, hmm?

Well, then, these are a few of the things

I use to complete
the investigations for my podcast.

So when Cristina
told me I had to switch rooms,

I had to bring over my things
from Naram and Sonia's room.

And I decided
to plant this pen in their room.

Do you think
she invited us here to tell us something?

-Well, it's been a long time.
-Yeah, must be special.

I don't think so.

She always does something.
She just wants to make a scene.

-Doesn't seem like it'll work--
-Wait, shh! Someone might hear us!

And I placed this clock
in the hall with a hidden camera.

Can we watch
the videos on this USB, captain?

Let me remind you,
this evidence will not be admissible.

Okay.

Okay, here's the hall.

Carlos was obviously part of the plan,

but since he's such a coward
and couldn't shoot himself,

he was in charge
of distracting Julián and me.

Shall we go grab a coffee?

Sounds good to me.

Come on.

Please, after you.

So this…

This is their bedroom.

Oh. Well, that's me installing the camera.

I didn't record any intimate stuff,
but sorry to intrude.

Uh, okay, let me hurry up real quick to…

this part.

The shooting occurred
exactly at this time.

Now we'll be seeing Doña Cristina
go through the closet and fire.

Okay, she's coming out.

Into the room.

And she shoots for the first time
and misses.

-Would you look at that?
-Then there's a second shot.

Hmm.

And then the third one.

-Which, thankfully, she also misses.
-Who would've thought?

Might be anyone, really.

Yes, anyone who consoles herself
with a rosary in moments of stress.

Look.

Let's just zoom in, and…

pause.

Right there.

Could be anyone who smells like gunpowder

mixed with this Maja soap.

Or anyone who is a very bad shot

due to unstable hands
caused by the medicine they take.

My blood pressure is falling.

Here, come, come. Sit down.
I'll… I'll… I'll help you.

Just… Just breathe. Just breathe.

I won't allow anything to
happen to her. I'll take her to rest now.

I will not give a shit
if you try to stop me.

I'm a doctor
and I'll accuse you of abuse of authority.

Oh, no, take her to her bedroom. Go ahead.

But let me remind you,
the house is surrounded.

Don't do anything stupid.

-Let me assist you.
-Let her go, you imbecile.

Go on, ma'am.

Okay.

Let's see, so…

What you were saying
is that these two murdered Olivia?

No.

My theory is that Olivia died of suicide.

Her cancer was terminal.

I saw Olivia
wearing a wig on the boat,

but I didn't want to make her feel bad
by commenting on it.

Right, Figue?

Olivia's fight was very bad.

The tumor had begun spreading
from her lungs to her back,

and her pain was just awful.

I gave her painkillers
that got stronger by the minute.

She had asked me to
accompany her secretly to chemotherapy,

and Carlos never found out.

They were that disconnected.

There's something
I don't quite understand.

If Olivia discovered Carlos
and Ms. Cristina's business,

why didn't she go to the police?

It's not that simple.

Carlos is a man that is very powerful
and well-connected.

He would have neutralized the accusation.

But my beautiful sister Olivia
was very intelligent

and planned every detail.

She had the captain sail to that specific
point between two police jurisdictions.

Plus, she locked us all in this house
to buy the needed time

to stop Carlos from handing over
that baby to Clara Guzmán.

And Olivia couldn't stand
to let us see her die a slow death,

so she decided how
and when she'd say goodbye.

And she did it the way she always did,

suggesting we play a game
that also solves something.

And she planned even the tiniest detail.

I'm so sorry.

Like leaving us all
without our phones.

I'm fine.

Thanks to the antenna's explosion
that she orchestrated with…

someone.

Right, Gustavo?

Lady Olivia was always
good to me in the past.

I would have done
whatever she asked of me.

…can't contact anyone there, okay?

Otherwise, we're gonna go with Plan B.

Carlos promised Don Gustavo
that he would pay for a cornea transplant.

But he hasn't delivered.

Olivia finally kept Carlos's promise.

-And paid for my transplant.
-He's got two eyes?

So I gladly helped her
accomplish her final wishes.

Jeez,
so he's not half-blind after all.

Okay, well, uh…

I don't believe we can know with certainty
what happened to Olivia,

but we know
that the message of the flowers

was the most important.

It's love.

And justice.

Forgiveness.

Liberty.

Love she had for her daughter

which is reflected
in her ultimate act of justice,

making sure no one else
goes through what you did.

To seek your forgiveness
and say goodbye, finally free.

Olivia knew that only those who loved her

could bring
Carlos's shady business to light.

Lieutenant.
Cuff the gentleman, please, will you?

For illegal use of explosives

and for destroying
our means of communication.

No, no, no, captain. It's not his fault.
He was just trying to help my sister.

Hey, easy, lady, because I'll arrest you
for obstruction of justice!

No, you should go
arrest Doña Cristina and Carlos!

Yes, I know, and I will!

You should hurry up, they're running away.

-What?
-Jesus.

Go stop them, man! Move!

-Thing is--
-What did you do?

Well, captain,
I didn't know what I could cuff him to,

so I cuffed him to me.

You told me to arrest him, so I did.

I don't know
if you'll get there in time.

They run really fast for their age,
don't you think?

You see what you did?

-Oops. I take it back. Look at them go.
-Excuse me.

Call for back up and tell them
they're running away in a yacht.

-Bastard left her in the sand.
-I'm sorry to interrupt--

-This is an attempted escape!
-We should still be able to reach them.

Someone
should help the lady get up.

-I don't think she's gonna make it.
-Excuse me!

Lady Olivia asked me
to place one more explosive.

She was afraid Doña Cristina or Carlos
would want to hurt you and escape.

She wanted to be totally certain
they couldn't get that far away.

Looks like they're leaving.

There is an explosive
in the engine room,

but, um, the yacht
is now owned by Ms. Agatha.

We should ask her what to do.

-Hell yeah! Go for it!
-Escort him. Come on.

Come on!

-Take these handcuffs off.
-Are you sure?

That's a beautiful yacht there.

Fuck it. Let's blow it up.

Well, shall we, captain?

Well, these are extenuating circumstances.

We need to stop their escape, so…
so go ahead.

-Please.
-Ms. Agatha.

Naram?

Would you do the honors?

Are you sure?

Well, then.

Namaste.

Good. Ready?

Three,

two,

one.

Is he really jumping overboard?

That fucking guy. Jesus.

I know this may not
be the best time, but, uh…

Who do I ask for the keys to the shack?

The shack?

Do you know
what the saddest part of this all is?

Huh?

I never did stop loving her.

-So why didn't you tell her the truth?
-I don't know.

Maybe you didn't
investigate this case sufficiently.

Julián! Let's move!

Hey, thank you.

Thank you

for helping me
fulfill my sister's last wish.

You'll be on my podcast.

Yeah.

Let's move on!

Goodbye, big sis.

I love you more
than you had time to realize, Olivia.

OLIVIA HERNÁNDEZ GALLEGOS
"YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU"

Renata, my love.

This is Elisa, your daughter.

You'll be together for all eternity.

RENATA GODOY MANZANO
"WE'LL NEVER FORGET YOU"

Thank you.

Well, I don't know about you,
but I have a film to star in.

-They're waiting for me. I gotta go.
-Oh, yeah, yeah.

So what have you been starring in lately?

Will you go back to the city now?

I have one last part left to resolve
in my sister's mystery.

Who is she?

Iris, Figue. Figue, Iris.

She's my partner.

She just received this.

It's my sister's autopsy report.

And this says that Olivia perished of a

high concentration of morphine
found in her body.

Morphine that someone on the yacht
gave her.

That's a lot of drugs.

Even morphine.

Olivia adored keeping secrets.

Most of all other people's.

When I met her,
I worked for Carlos at his hospital.

I was the youngest surgeon in Mexico.

One night when I was out partying,

I got a call from the hospital
to perform an emergency C-section.

I should have never done it.

That woman died in a routine surgery.

I was devastated, so…

so I spoke to Carlos.

But he tried to buy my silence.

He said I would lose millions of dollars
in lawsuits if it came out.

I couldn't believe it.

Carlos was the person
I admired most in the world.

Olivia talked me into doing something good
with all of that money…

…which was to open a clinic
to help other women in similar situations.

I said yes without thinking that someday
she would end up calling in that favor.

When she told me her plan…

I told her the best thing
would be to turn Carlos in.

I told her there were so many things
she wasn't going to be able to control.

But she wasn't used to
people telling her no.

And she went even further
by asking me to participate in her plan.

The morphine was going to help her relax
and not be in any pain…

but she would have to take care
of the hardest part…

making everyone
believe that she had been killed.

…what I want.
It's what I want and that's it.

Cary was right.
She was talking to someone.

-If you survive the fall, you could…
-It was me.

…so do it right.

Thank you.

I just hope
the morphine had kicked in.

My actions were born of compassion.

Will you report me?

Well, that's what I should do, isn't it?

I'm prepared to accept
the consequences of my actions.

I'm quite content knowing who it was
that really killed my sister.

So it's okay. You fulfilled her last wish.

Don't worry, Figue.

Olivia always did what she wanted.

Okay, well,

I guess I should tell you
that we own a mansion now.

-What?
-You are formally invited.

Wow!