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That's true, I killed him. I killed him.

Mr. President Diego Nava?

That's true, I killed him. I killed him.

That's true, I killed him.

I killed him.

That's true, I killed him.

- Move! - I killed him.

Did you kill President Diego Nava?

That's true, I killed him.

I killed him.

Did you kill President Diego Nava?

That's true, I killed him.

There's no way to leave this forest on foot.

Even if your ankle wasn't injured,

it would take you days to get to the nearest road.

Stay away from me.

Looking for this?

Who the fuck are you?

Look, if you drive at a constant speed and you run out of gasoline,

you'll still be some miles away from the nearest town.

Out there...

you are the daughter of a confessed murderer.

Shut up.

Here, none of that matters.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

BREAKING CHAINS

She'll be transferred to a federal prison today.

We have to break her out today, right?

We don't have to do anything.

What I need is time.

If there is something I can do for Emilia, I will do it.

- I'll let you know if I need you. - Don't leave me out of this.

Are you in love with her?

None of your business.

I've got plenty of reasons to help her. What are yours?

I don't know what Emilia said about me.

But be warned.

Stay out of my way.

I'll let you know if I need you.

If you are that careless again

you'll get us all killed.

...sophisticated proof of communication and documentation that put in motion

one of the biggest and more complex drug trafficking operations

that anyone can remember.

In front of the cameras, just a few minutes ago,

the former First Lady admitted her responsibility of the assassination.

Did you kill President Diego Nava?

That's true, I killed him.

I killed him.

She went from First Lady

to a member of one of the most powerful and vicious drug cartels...

The "Fugilady." You've got to be shitting me.

...thirty five big guns were found

and an undetermined quantity of cocaine...

Give me the dirt. Have you met her?

What do you think, idiot? I've just changed my clothes.

- You know what they say? - What?

That she plucked out the Colombian's eyes with her own nails.

Really?

- Don't be a jerk. - Come on!

I mean, why can't we treat her like any other prisoner?

- What? Yes! - Like any other prisoner?

Princess Urquiza, the First Lady?

That crazy murderer?

I prefer "fugilady."

Open it.

Stand up.

Stand up, motherfucker!

I heard you.

"Stand up, motherfucker!"

This apartment is...

awful.

But it's safe,

hidden away from prying eyes and telephoto lenses.

Sounds like you have done this before.

What?

Having extramarital affairs...

with men of some importance?

It seems to me that this...

isn't your first time either.

A gentleman never tells.

How convenient.

Never tell.

Come on! Move. Hurry!

Castillo!

You finish this.

You know what time my son gets here?

I don't.

Could you tell me your name?

What for?

- So I know what to call you. - Gomez.

Call me Gomez.

Thanks, Gomez.

Mr. President, besides the issue that brought me here,

I think it's important we talked about our country's present harsh times.

In the last 48 hours, there have been 500 arrests

without warrants in 23 regions of the country.

I think we need an urgent solution.

Am I right, Mr. President?

Right about what?

Have you already met the Chief of Staff?

- Secretary. - Miss Vargas, nice to meet you.

Chief Minister.

Mr. President.

I've been talking for almost five minutes,

and I have the feeling you haven't heard anything I said.

I'm listening.

I told you that in the past 48 hours,

the armed forces have made more than 500 arrests

in 23 regions of the country.

It's time to intervene.

Those issues, Chief Minister,

for national security reasons,

will be referred to the Secretary of Defense.

Are you serious, Mr. President?

You may need a reminder.

You've inherited an obligation to your country.

Is that a threat?

Any other outstanding issue, Chief Minister?

Do I need to remind you who you are talking to?

How could I forget?

With the first President of the Republic, whose position...

literally fell upon him.

Excuse me.

Why is he here?

Good morning, gentlemen.

- Guards, arrest him. - Wow!

Easy, men. I'm here with General Almada.

General!

What the fuck are you doing here?

Weren't you informed?

Don't worry. That's why I'm here.

New rule, gentlemen.

Civilian oversight of the operations.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you, General.

It's a pleasure to meet you all, gentlemen.

And... could I ask you a favor?

Could you tell your goons to put their guns down?

They're making me a little bit nervous.

Or I could order them to shoot.

Yeah... but don't.

That would be a terrible idea.

As you can see, gentlemen,

I'm here on behalf of the person who is financing your lovely operative.

It's my pleasure. I'm Santiago Salazar D'Olhaberriague,

but my friends call me Santi.

So, you can call me Santi.

General, the guns, if you please.

At ease.

Any questions?

Nice tattoo.

I have two.

I got one long ago here on my back and I have another on the nape.

I got that one for my brother.

Do you have more?

It's not allowed.

What is not allowed?

May I ask what it means?

You already did.

Yes, you're right. I'm sorry.

It's to honor my sister.

Her name was Brenda.

I'm so sorry.

Is the "fugilady" ready?

She is.

A mother framed for her husband's death.

Bam! Separated from her children.

Bam!

And they're calling her as we did.

Drug dealer, murderer.

Good job, my General. But...

But you know what? It's not enough.

We need more.

My boss, your boss, thinks it's time

to be done with Emilia Urquiza.

Look...

I've got a plan,

I have vital intelligence on every accomplice of Emilia Urquiza,

and I'm gathering information before we do anything.

You, my good sir,

are required to perform the duties you are paid to do.

And that's all.

General.

It has to happen here.

Are we clear?

Nice talking to you.

- My love-- - Back off!

Emi, get closer to her.

My love.

- Are you afraid? - Of course not.

Okay, but if you were afraid,

you know everything is okay, right?

Even if you were mad at me.

Don't touch him! I'm warning you.

Easy, he's only a child. Easy.

Emi, it's okay.

Look at me.

Everything is okay.

Just look at me.

Look me in the eye, I'm your mother.

Come.

Where were you?

I was...

trying to figure out...

some things before coming back.

Things like what?

Things like...

like knowing exactly what happened to your father.

You did it?

No, sweetie, I didn't do it.

So why did you say you did it?

I saw you.

I lied.

I lied for your sister.

I had to do it.

Do you promise?

I promise.

And I also promise you, when all this is over,

we will go home.

Don't touch my son! Don't you dare!

Don't touch him.

- Take your hands off my grandson! - What's going on here?

I'm glad you are here, you bastard,

because I have to tell you something.

From now on, you will show my family the respect they deserve.

Interesting.

That's how you talk to me now, Mr. Urquiza.

Like we were finally on the same ship.

You're mistaken, sir.

Your ship...

is sinking.

Let the boy say goodbye to his mother.

Let me look at you.

I love you.

Always.

Time's up.

Let him stay a bit longer.

I love you so much.

Aren't you going to say goodbye?

In the name of the Father...

the Son...

and the Holy Spirit.

You'll pay for everything you've done.

Even if it costs me my life.

You'll pay for this, Dad.

I swear, you'll pay for this.

Juan Medina.

Felipe Casas.

- Aunt. - What happened, son?

How are you?

- Fine, and you? - Fine.

- Have you seen Zyan? - No, man.

But people say she's around.

- Who told you that? - People say she's out there.

- But where the hell is she? - I don't know, she's around.

Goddamn it.

- You, hoe. - Hey, bitch.

- What the hell are you doing? - We're here.

- I'm okay, you little bastard. - Glad to hear it.

How are you, son?

- What is this bastard doing here? - He's here to help.

- To help with what? - To get our neighborhood back.

Don't fuck with me.

Stand up, princess.

- What's going on? - No questions.

You have an important visitor.

This is in case you want to kill him.

We strike tomorrow night.

Are you in or are you out?

I have a handful of people

and a short supply of guns and explosives.

Just enough.

- What the fuck--? - What do you think we should do?

We'll join forces with the Tepito Union.

No fucking way. You're an idiot or what?

You'll get into the lion's den just like that?

Listen, kid, my people have killed special forces.

Or let's see,

with your vast combat experience in Afghanistan,

could you tell me what to do instead of fucking bother--

- Fuck you! Don't you talk about the hood! - Shut up!

And you.

Because while you're debating who has the biggest dick,

guess who is getting organized?

Those fuckers.

And you, Juventino, we all know you are the badass of the hill.

But while you were in the mountains,

things got heated here. And look how we are, alive and kicking.

So, quit your yapping and listen to me.

We make the soldiers follow us to the tunnels

and boom!

We blow them up and it's done.

Okay.

Are you okay?

I guess we've all seen better days.

Emilia...

I don't know what to say.

Leave.

I didn't kill him, Pepe.

I know that.

Before answering your questions,

I need your help.

Do you remember that story you'd tell Diego

when you were his professor in law school?

The one about your uncle in Oaxaca, and why he left?

They were going to kill him.

Dinner's ready.

Sit down. You must be hungry.

I want to go home.

That's not possible for now.

Who the fuck are you?

An old friend of your grandfather.

Please, take a seat.

My grandfather's?

Sorry I'm late.

Help yourself. Your food will get cold.

After you.

The convoy is ready and logistics are in order, sir.

Road access is blocked from here to the prison.

We just need your order to initiate the operation.

Let's see, General. How does it look from here up to this spot?

We've got all this covered. There's no entry.

- The sector 28? - It's secured, sir.

How is this sector being guarded? How many men are there?

There are 75.

- Seventy-five? It's hardly enough. - It's too many--

General Almada.

What can I do for you?

The President's office wants to know if you need back up with this.

Everything is under control.

- We're leaving from this sector. - Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

This area is blocked.

Hello?

- They're going to kill her. - What?

It's an ambush. I've been in Almada's command center.

They'll kill her.

It may happen at Mile 41.

What do you mean "may"?

That's all I have for you.

- Motherfucker. - Who?

They're going to kill Emilia.

- What? - They're killing her, Chela.

Your brother died, too?

He was killed.

My sister was killed too.

Her fucking boyfriend.

She liked astrology.

Hence, the tattoo.

It's nice.

You want us to risk all our resources and our lives

to try and save her again?

Listen, Chela. You think the army won't do anything about this?

They're going to kill us all, Chela.

People follow Emilia.

They do.

- Straight to the grave. - Goddamn it!

- Okay. So then, I'll-- - No, you won't.

Don't even tell me.

There's no other way, right?

It's almost time for Emilia Urquiza's transfer

to the high-security penitentiary.

Everything is ready and in a few minutes, the former First Lady,

Emilia Urquiza, will be transferred

from the army's Special Forces headquarters

to the high-security penitentiary where she will remain isolated

until the Court decides her fate.

Emilia Urquiza was visited by her father,

Tomás Urquiza, and Emiliano, hers and the deceased Diego Nava's son.

- Justice! - Justice!

Justice!

To the national media, with a confession which shocked the nation,

she claimed authorship of the assassination

which put the nation and her family in mourning.

Justice for Emilia!

- Justice! - Justice!

Let's go!

It's been informed that due to weather conditions

in Ajusco mountain ridge

no air vehicles will be used in this occasion.

You will stay here. Nico will cover for you.

Canek, myself and Javier will head down there.

Chela, as we agreed.

The roads are closed. They'll be here in 40 minutes.

Colonel Antonio Silva, in charge of the capture,

will be in charge of the transfer operation.

This one is an American relic.

It's a contact mine.

And these are the fans used by San Salvadoran guerrilla soldiers.

They are handmade Claymore mines.

Will all this stop them, Juventino?

Well, only if they explode.

The convoy will take local highways

to cross the Ajusco mountain ridge and get to the Almoloya Penitentiary

where some of the most dangerous and notorious Mexican criminals

are imprisoned.

Ten minutes.

Look, as soon as she is near the fans,

you press the red button.

My friend.

Good luck.

Good luck.

I don't know what the fuck will happen, Juventino,

but thanks.

Everything will be great.

Let's go. They're already there. Go!

Gimme that!

Okay.

I'm here preparing my offering with copal.

I've missed you so much, Chela.

But you ran away, didn't you?

Well, it's not easy to love a badass.

I know.

Okay.

Here they come.

Take care.

Only two and a half years ago, this country and the world witnessed

the surprising election victory of Diego Nava,

the first independent presidential candidate.

A key factor to his victory was...

THE MYTH OF EMILIA URQUIZA BY SIMON CHASE

Emilia Urquiza, daughter of a wealthy businessman,

THE KILLING OF EMILIA URQUIZA

considered Nava's secret weapon.

THE ARMY HELPS WITH THE TRANSFER

The convoy transferring...

What the fuck? Cut the broadcast.

Take cover!

Spread out!

Come on!

Up there!

Don't shoot her! Don't kill her.

Emilia, leave.

Shoot me.

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

Yeah?

Get out of here!

Hello?

Yes, madam.

Don't worry. I'll fix this.

...a huge explosion.

The vehicles leading the convoy

are covered in smoke and flames.

Our cameraman and the pilot of the helicopter

are reporting an intense shooting

and they had to fly higher to avoid being hit by the bullets...

Is she dead?

A second explosion blows up another vehicle.

Where is Emilia Urquiza?

What's going on there with her?

I'm sorry you have to see this.

After all you've been through.

How does it feel to be among the dead?

Yes, I can imagine. But don't worry.

You'll be fine here. We'll pamper you.

Welcome.

Have her take a bath.

Dump or burn her clothes. I don't want them here.

Yes, sir.

Subtitle translation by: Pilar Arias