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MEXICO 1958

Vavá return the ball to Zagalo, looks up, looks at Garrincha,

gets ready, a long pass to Pelé, Pelé in front of the goal, and he scores!

- He scores headfirst, gentlemen! - Damn it!

That goal gives Brazil the World Cup.

Pelé and his teammates celebrate their victory.

Bring me Urquiza and Castells.

Brazil five, Sweden two, Brazil wins its first...

Even God's men are useless against Pelé. Right, Father?

I want my money back, Tomás.

No can do. I've already placed the bets.

- You lost. - Tomás won! We won!

Both of us! We both won.

- How much did you win? - He won $1,638 pesos.

Tomás won my a three-point margin. Three points, not two...

- I want that money! - We can't do that. That money--

- It's in here, isn't it? - No, no, no.

Are you a loser and a thief, Father?

God would be ashamed of you.

This money belongs to Tomás!

No!

Now you're getting it, Father. Do you like that?

- No, please! Stop! Stop, Tomás! - How does it feel being on the other end?

- How does it feel? - That's enough, stop!

Stop it, Tomás!

Are you okay, Ramón?

It's your money. He wanted to take it away.

I didn't give it to him. I didn't.

I'm proud of you.

What are we going to do now, Tomás?

We're going to leave this place, and we're going to keep winning.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

"THE LIGHT OF THE PAST"

You're seven minutes late.

I know, sir. My apologies.

It's obvious you don't,

or you would have been here seven minutes ago, right?

My mail.

Thanks. Close the door.

Zyan needed you.

Zyan doesn't need anybody.

She needs you.

Emilia does too.

Fuck that bitch, bro.

Fuck off, all right?

When she stops needing you, she's gonna kick you to the curb. What then?

What the fuck happens then?

I've had it up to here with you, Mosca.

Thank you.

Introducing Kelly Crawford.

And does it look like her?

Well from what I remember, yes.

We couldn't find anything else.

Her fingerprints don't exist.

We're chasing down a ghost.

Even ghosts leave their tracks.

So what about your father?

We found payments he's been making every month for the past 35 years

to the orphanage where he grew up.

The one we went to? It's been closed for years, right?

Yes and the donations started a while ago,

but they haven't stopped since.

What? Money laundering?

What else could it be?

It's a very odd payment.

Besides, it's updated every year depending on the exchange rate.

Look.

These are the receipts.

They all have the same exact signature.

Who the hell is R.C.?

Tepeyac Orphanage. It has official invoices and even a fake website.

Let me see.

Click there. Patronage Committee.

Let's see. Scroll up.

Ramón Castells.

Ramón Castells.

Mexico City.

When did your father move to Mexico?

In '45.

Okay, 1945.

Bingo.

I gave you too much information last night.

I wanted to know if you processed all--

Your lies.

What are my options?

Options? Ana.

What happens if I refuse to continue?

That's not viable. Nobody quits this job.

And what if I do?

What if I quit?

They'll kill me.

The only thing I would have to worry about is making it fast.

Can I at least know who gave the order?

No, of course not.

- The associates-- - Is that what we're calling them?

The associates want insight

about the upcoming election.

They want to know if Ofelia Pereda

intends to run for the presidency.

Do they?

In order to prove your loyalty to our mission,

they want you to provide the information they need.

You've got 24 hours.

Ofelia, what exactly are we talking about?

What I'm trying to get at is the hypocrisy of our current president.

Diego's laws

contradict the stance he held on the military during his time in the Senate.

Talk to us about your investigation.

What can you tell us regarding that?

I've launched an investigation into corruption

in the authorization of military actions

during Barquet's tenure

in the Senate's Ministry of National Defense.

I'll have more updates in the next couple of days.

And we'll be honored to have you...

What will she reveal, Pepe?

Thank you for coming tonight and sharing this information.

Tomás Urquiza needed help.

It was a favor for a friend.

In that report,

Ofelia will probably

mention my involvement with Redwood Security,

a private military corporation

that the Mexican government subcontracted to train our soldiers.

You need to understand that at that time

it was a necessity.

Rapid deployment, marksmanship, ambushes,

counter-surveillance and intimidation.

- Like Blackwater. - Exactly.

It was founded by a former marine and several private investors.

Among them, Tomás Urquiza.

In 2004, violence escalated

and Tomás Urquiza became the spokesman

of kidnapping victims, especially after his son Manuel's death.

I was about to be re-elected to Congress.

If I hadn't signed that agreement,

I would have lost my seat.

After getting government funding,

Redwood soldiers split up.

It's believed, and I'm sure that is what Ofelia will say,

that they reorganized as X-8.

What about you, baby?

Do you just serve the boss or us too?

Get back to work.

What did you say, bitch?

I said get back to work.

Hurry up, we don't have all day.

What's that for? Who are you going after?

Nobody.

It's to defend myself from you.

From me?

Chela, don't fuck with me.

Go hide in there.

I hear something.

Mr. Castells?

Ramón Castells?

Can you hear me?

I think he's in there.

Intruder.

- Intru-- Intruders! - No, no, put it down.

Put it down. Let it go.

- Be careful. - Don't let anybody in.

Don't speak to anyone.

- Don't let anybody in. Don't speak to-- - Listen carefully.

Don't shout and you'll be all right.

Don't let anybody in. Don't speak to anyone.

No one is going to hurt you. Sir...

- My name is Emilia. - Emilia?

- Emilia Urquiza. - Emilia Urquiza.

Emilia Urquiza! Help! Help!

Redwood Security.

''Agreement between Redwood Security

and the Senate's National Defense Subcommittee.''

''GOVERNMENT'' ''PROVIDER''

X-8...

Get off me!

Let her go, asshole.

Shut up, little bitch.

Listen up, bastards!

My name is Zyan.

If anyone has anything to say to me, say it to my fucking face.

Is that clear?

Anyone who doesn't like it

can go fuck themselves.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

It didn't go so well last time we were in the woods?

No hallucinogenic mushrooms for my little city mouse.

We have a predator.

Ramón.

I need to ask you some questions

about your relationship with my father.

Can you help me?

If you have any information about the fugitive...

Fuck.

Emilia Urquiza, please notify the authorities immediately.

- If you have any information-- - Ramón, Ramón...

We'll call the police right now.

- I'll make the call. Just... - Ramón.

I didn't kill the President.

Other people did it.

The same people who did business with the Urquiza Group.

Ramón, does the name ''Kelly Crawford'' ring a bell?

Why is this address registered as an organization that doesn't exist?

Did you know about my father's business? Did you?

No, no, don't touch that!

- You don't like people touching it. - No, no...

- How about this one? - No, no!

No, no. Stop it! No! Stop!

- Then answer her. Answer, Ramón. - No, no. Stop!

No!

- Don't hurt him! - Who the fuck is this?

- Back off. - Easy, Ramón.

Ramón, everything will be okay.

It's okay, sit down.

Who the fuck are you?

My name is Beto. I'm Mr. Castells' assistant.

Is there anyone else in there, Beto?

Are you sure, Beto?

Get back inside.

And don't come out again.

Ramón, we're not going to hurt anyone.

Just give me something.

Any memory. My father would have wanted you to help me.

Tomás... Tomás.

How long have you known each other?

Sixty-two years,

three months,

and twenty-five days.

That he remembers.

Tomás, dead...

Tomás, dead...

What do we know about this guy?

Very little.

He doesn't have pseudonyms or a record.

His financial statements are clean.

And how did a man with no criminal record

end up being head of a cartel like X-8?

He seized the opportunity.

The only way to fight the cartel is by cutting off their cash flow.

Is that what you intend to do, General, as Secretary of Defense?

No, Mr. President.

As the next President of Mexico.

You can't go in.

- Yes, I can. - Let her in.

I'll call you back.

Ms. Vargas-West.

I guess President Barquet sent you to do his dirty work.

Another display of his absolute lack of character.

I'm afraid you're wasting your time.

It's a pity you came all the way here.

But I won't give up.

Now if you'll excuse me.

I have a call.

Why do you want to ruin a good man?

I don't think we have the same definition of ''good.''

José Barquet, the martyr,

is cut from the same cloth as the others.

Another crooked man,

another man who can't govern himself,

let alone Mexico!

Is this how you want to launch your presidential campaign?

How did you know?

You've just confirmed it.

I guess the accusations are a warm-up

for your big reveal.

Can I give you some advice, woman to woman?

Excuse me?

Try not to build your campaign on antagonism.

Pissed-off women are not... well-liked.

How many more times do we have to do this?

Breaking into places...

Following absurd leads

that get us nowhere...

Are you afraid?

No...

I'm just saying there are other ways of getting information.

We don't have to stick our necks out every fucking day.

I mean, fuck, the world has evolved.

What's that supposed to mean?

That we haven't?

No...

Tomás always took care of me.

He was my family, he was like...

a brother to me.

I was responsible for

ensuring that every cent was fully justified

and legitimized through his

- different companies. - Since when?

January 22, 1992, with 13.9 million U.S. dollars.

The other kids

used to tease me a lot.

He never did.

Tomás was very kind to me.

I'm sure he was a fucking saint.

Emilia, listen.

Tomás, your father, didn't have any other choice.

Because he lost everything, everything that mattered.

He lost everything he cared about, except...

Except you.

He told me...

''Ramón, I have to save my family.

I have to save my family. I don't have a choice.''

He meant you.

There's always a choice.

Emilia, we don't have much time.

- Ramón. - Yes?

The 13.9 million dollars.

- Where did they come from? - The less you know, the better.

- Drug trafficking? - The less you know--

- You do know, asshole. - Hey! Hold on.

- The less you know-- - Ramón.

Try to remember. Did he tell you anything about an American woman?

Emilia, your dad, Tomás, just wanted to help you.

He sent me a letter.

- A letter? - Yes, a letter.

Where's that letter?

Do you have it here?

- Where is it? Please. - Yes, the letter.

The letter.

If you have any information about the fugitive...

Get that kid!

- Where are you going? - Hey, little boy.

Come here. Come here. Easy.

Ramón, please listen to me.

Where's the letter?

- Please, it's important. - Over there.

- Where is it? - Over there.

Emilia, we have to go now.

- What happened? - That stupid kid!

Let me see.

Press hard.

Let's go!

Emilia... Emilia Urquiza... Emilia...

- Breathe. - What the fuck happened?

- Let's go. - What happened? Ovni?

Emilia Urquiza!

Emilia Urquiza! There!

Emilia Urquiza! Help! Emilia Urquiza, the fugitive!

Call the police! Emilia Urquiza!

Emilia! Emilia Ur...

Now...

We just have to wait.

Your grandfather taught you to hunt?

No, my dad did.

We don't see each other anymore.

What's wrong?

You know what I keep picturing

over and over again?

How she tossed him.

How she shot him. How could she?

You know what pisses me off the most?

That I miss her.

That I need her.

You're angry.

Why don't you tell her?

What?

I hate you, Mom!

I don't ever want to see you again in my fucking life!

Why did you do it, Mom?

Why the fuck did you do it?

He was my dad, and you took him away from me!

For fuck's sake, Mom!

Redwood Security?

Is that the private company that hired our services?

A company that later became a fucking cartel?

Ana, this is bigger than policemen, drug dealers, spies and thieves,

good people and bad people, you and me.

What the fuck did you get me into?

I don't ask, I don't choose.

Do you understand?

Those who sold the services to the highest bidder are above me.

They gave me 12 hours to find the people I recruited.

Well, here I am.

And tell them I've got my eyes wide open.

Is that so?

And what do you see?

A fucking liar.

Good.

At least one of us does their job well.

What did you find out about Ofelia?

You're right.

She's going to run for the presidency.

I'll always take care of you.

Zyanya!

Zyan!

- What do you want? - No, no.

It's, ''Yes, Mr. Santi?"

Is that how you make business decisions?

I was looking out for your best interests.

Okay.

Come.

Come here.

I'm gonna have to ask that if you make decisions in my business,

you follow through on them, from start to finish.

Otherwise,

don't get involved, honey.

Finish what you started.

Then clean up your mess.

Get to it.

Ovni, I'm really sorry about what happened, really.

Why are you sorry?

The kid is the one who should be sorry.

Clean water, please.

- Hey, what's that? - Don't be a wuss.

Fuck!

- Hold still. - He cut me with a machete.

- I'll get something to sew it. - It was a pocket knife.

- A pocket knife? - Yes.

Why did you get so close?

Chela, I'm not cut out for this.

In video games, the blood's fine... The blood...

Yeah, yeah. Easy. breathe.

I've gained her trust.

- She tells me things. - What things?

About her family,

her parents.

And do you tell her stuff about you?

Have you shown her your scars?

What do you want from her?

Lie down.

No.

I told you to lie down.

No.

All the way down.

Do you feel how insignificant

you are right now?

You just worry about one thing with María.

Break her down,

until she falls apart, do you understand?

Yes.

''In the event of my death in days to come,

I grant you the responsibility of looking after my family.

The necessary documents to help ensure my descendants' care

are in a safety box number 080884 at the Commercial Bank of Mexico.''

We need to find that box.

No.

Don't get that into your head, Emilia.

That bastard messed you up. He hurt us.

What if he was a cartel victim?

Tell that to María.

Tell her that.

Don't fool yourself, Emilia.

If you want to save your daughter, then start seeing things as they are.

Urquiza wasn't a victim in his fucking life.

URQUIZA GROUP R.C.

You told her how you feel so stop worrying about that.

That fucking old man controls her even while dead.

But she controls you, right?

Come on, Mosca!

I'm not just doing this for her.

Why are you doing it, then?

For my family, man.

For my mom,

for Chela,

for Chris, for Zyan, for you,

for me!

Fucking Urquiza.

Please give me some change.

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck were you expecting?

Come on.

Let's go.

To the left.

Left. This way.

Left.

It's me.

Who is this fucking bitch?

This fucking bitch tried to trick me. I wanna know what the fuck is going on.

That's what I want to know.

Don't worry. No one knows I'm here.

Oh, okay. We won't worry.

I need to talk to you.

I need you to know what I know.

Speak.

Speak.

Speak in front of everyone.

Speak in front of them.

My real name is Mónica Álvarez.

I'm from Sacramento, California.

At my university, a few months after 9/11,

I met a famous journalist.

He was a guest lecturer.

He recruited me for the CIA.

Simon Chase?

Five years ago,

he ordered me to come to Mexico,

and assume the identity of Ana Vargas-West.

Three years ago,

I was ordered to infiltrate Diego Nava Martínez's presidential campaign.

No fucking way.

I don't know when Simon's alliances changed.

The only thing I know

is that he's fully involved.

I don't care if you work for the CIA

- or the fucking FBI-- - I no longer work for anyone.

I stay close to Simon for security, but I'm on my own.

I'm on my own, Emilia. And in danger.

So?

They want to keep their control over Los Pinos.

They are doing everything again.

I need your help.

First of all, I don't believe you.

Secondly, why on earth would I help you?

- I don't owe you anything. - Neither do I.

Excuse me?

I was following orders, Emilia. At all costs!

That cost... is my family.

Besides...

you're a terrible agent.

Agents don't fall in love with their targets.

You fool.

- ''At all costs.'' - Shut the fuck up!

Emilia.

Emilia?

Emilia.

This woman did tell me you were getting through the tunnel.

Okay.

Let's assume you're telling the truth.

You're gonna have to prove it.

Can that journalist take me to my daughter?

That's why I'm here.

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