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Please, let me go!

No one gets away
from my brother.

You want to live? Only
the crown can save you.

I know you were
with the governor.

Shut the fuck up!

I know what you did.

I'm willing to do
anything, to not be erased.

They found the governor's body.

That house was a gold mine,

because of the favors
important men would owe me.

There you are, gentlemen.
I have it all on video.

Who should hear this complaint.

Leave the video with me
and I'll take care of it.

Sooner or later,
everyone will find out.

We need someone who everyone
believes acted alone.

I want all of
Mexico to know you.

You're pushing
them to the limit.

All of Mexico will
witness their breakdown.

Guess who the
teacher went to see

while you were fucking around?

Who else knows about the video?

No one.

Do you know why all these
people are still here?

Millions of people
living in destitution.

But no one has organized
to fight the very few,

ten at most, who own everything.

With what weapons
would they fight...

against a government that,
instead of defending them,

protects crooks?

With sticks and stones, with
whatever they have at hand.

Whatever.

What would happen if one
day, all these people,

instead of working,

would sit and wait for
things to be more fair?

Can you imagine?

They'd send troops
to the streets.

The country would be
turned upside down, right?

But not even the
bunch of scumbags

who run this country
could subdue everyone.

Not the army, the government
nor the banks. No one.

Well...

the only way to subdue them
would be with a good story.

You know what that
good story is?

No.

The one about the
carpenter's son,

who promised them that, if
they turned the other cheek,

they would go to heaven.

Are your little friends
ready to tell a good story?

The one about the
Little Red Riding Hoods

abused by the Big Bad Wolf

or the one about the
whores crazed by ambition.

Either of the two works
very well in this country.

Meanwhile, the entire
country will mourn the loss

of a great man,

who got carried away with
some beautiful women.

And the people will
magnanimously celebrate

having pardoned them,
after they have completed

their sentence for the
crime they committed, right?

But it looks like
you don't play a part

in any of those story lines.

You don't participate,
but stand in the way.

So I suggest that, at
least before the final...

you find yourself a
role in this play,

albeit as victim...

or an accomplice,
whichever you like best.

But hurry.

Because if you don't have
a character in this play,

then you have no
place in this world.

Stories serve many purposes.

Some are there to
convince us that things

have always been
a certain way...

and that they'll never change.

CHAPTER 7 DOLORES

Where are they taking her?
What will you do with Dolores?

- Where are we going?
- I'm following orders.

I give the orders, Antonio.

Sorry.

- Concepción doesn't...
- Show me the professor's room.

Jocy.

Dolores! Are you okay?

- They know everything.
- What?

So what will happen now?

Is there a key to this door?

Give it to me.

Get in there.

Get in there!

The professor is not to
go out or receive visits.

Wait outside. No one
is to interrupt us.

You make me so fucking ashamed.

Stop it, please.

You do understand that
your two-bit whore

won't destroy everything
I've built, right?

Dolores has to win.

All eyes are on her.
You can't interfere...

I can do whatever
I fucking want.

And if you can't find a queen
that isn't a damn time bomb,

I'll find someone who can.

We only have 72 hours, Raúl,
no one can work that miracle.

Not even Carlos or Luisa.

Everything's set
up with Balbuena,

with the network,
with Miss Universe.

- They all want Dolores.
- I don't give a damn.

We have 31 bimbos.
They can find one.

They'll forget that
stupid lesbian in no time.

But I won't.

And you need me to
cover up this mess.

Are you threatening me?

If you need a scapegoat,

there are 31 girls
to choose from.

But you're not going
to harm Dolores.

You'll let her win Miss Mexico.

Then, you'll let us
leave the country

and you'll forget about us.

Because, if not,

I'll talk about all that's
happened at La Encantada...

and it'll fall to pieces.

Our family's reputation
will be destroyed.

And I don't care.

I'll make you care.

You know what you
and my dad got wrong?

If you take too
much from a person,

there comes a point where...

they have nothing left to lose.

If you want to hurt Dolores,

you'll have to get
rid of me first.

I know you're capable
of many things, Raúl,

but not that.

Get the cars and tell
Antonio to follow us.

Why two cars?

Do as I say, damn it.

Let's see, Tlaxcala.

What would you have to achieve
to feel fulfilled as a woman?

"As Mexican women,
we are all winners

and we are all beautiful
on the inside and out."

Do you know where
Jocelyn and Oaxaca are?

Now...

It's weird. Where
do they have them?

- Yucatán.
- Yucatán!

Look alive.

You're a doctor and
you're treating a patient

who is in a vegetative state,

would you suggest
euthanasia to the relatives?

"No.

I think every effort
should be made

0to save a human being's life,

and...

even more so..."

Sorry. You really want
me to answer this?

What's the problem?

We didn't study these
questions with Professor Elena.

- Where is she?
- Yeah, where is she?

Wait a second.

Quiet.

Clearly, you've noticed three of
your fellow misses aren't here.

You're nervous, that's natural.

They made mistakes that
are not acceptable,

so close to the finish line.

That's why we decided to
separate them from you,

so they won't affect
your concentration

or your chances of
winning a crown.

The final is three days away...

and you have no idea
how many beautiful girls

I've seen stick their foot
in it when it matters most.

So...

keep your eyes on the prize

and be aware that you

are the young
ladies Mexico chose

to represent its best qualities.

- Okay?
- Yes!

- Are you ready?
- Yes!

Let's continue.

Sinaloa.

Yes, tell Mr. Balbuena
that I'll wait then.

Why are you back so soon?
Did something happen?

Wait a sec.

- I'll wait.
- Did something happen?

Carlos, I need a minute.
Then, we have to talk

and I have a lot to explain,
but give me a minute.

Was Elena with you?

Yes, I'm here.

- Have him call me. It's urgent.
- Concepción, where's Elena?

Thanks.

I need to speak with
Ms. Montes de Oca.

She can't receive visitors.

I'm not a visitor, I'm
the owner of this house.

Open the door now!

Give me the key.

I'm sorry, doctor.

Give me the key. Open
the fucking door!

Excuse me.

Report that we have a problem.

Elena.

Elena?

Elena!

Ever since your parents died...

when I took you in and
raised you as a son...

Ever since then...

I prepared you for this moment.

I never knew anything about
your underground business, okay?

You made your own client list
during family gatherings.

The only thing you and I have
in common is our last name.

Got it?

There will always be someone

to take care of
you on the inside.

I'll make sure of it.

Then, when you come out,
let me know what you want.

It could be one of the
Cancun hotels or...

a state television
channel. What do you like?

I'll think about it.

CALL PROF. MOLINA BEDIA

Yes, hello.

May I speak with
Dr. Molina Bedia, please?

Dolores.

What is it? What's wrong?

Ángeles.

- I need Dolores to come with me.
- What will they do to her?

Miss Concepción wishes
to speak to her.

No, Antonio, please.

I'm just following orders.

- Dolores isn't going anywhere.
- No, it's okay, Jocy.

- Concepción is going to help us.
- Dolores, are you crazy?

No. Trust me.

She'll help us.
It'll be alright.

Come.

These are stories
meant to sow despair.

To show us how to
confuse our cells...

with our homes.

Why didn't you tell
me what happened?

You're going to be okay.

You have to hold
on for 72 hours.

That's all.

Then, once you have the
crown, we're leaving.

Far away.

We're leaving the country.

And we'll be together.

And...

Elena, Ángeles and Jocelyn?

What will happen to them?

I can only save you.

So...

Mirko will take the fall.

You will only be...

accomplices.

Not the murderers.

That means you'll only
get two or three years.

Don't worry about your
families, they'll be fine.

I'll take care of that.

You decide.

Raúl López Morton had
spent his entire life

writing that type of story.

Softly. That's it.

He was so good at it,

that he could turn
criminals into innocents...

That's it for today.

And the innocent into guilty.

It didn't matter whose
hands had blood on them.

Leave me with these ladies.

Take advantage.

He's the next
president of Mexico.

Becerra, stay.

He decided who to
send to the gallows

so that the story
would play out.

I am...

so glad to meet you, ladies.

This couldn't be the
story of three women

who killed their
rapist in self-defense.

Mexico's next president
could not die that way.

It was better for the
country to believe

that the bastard
son of La Encantada,

filled with resentment,

had sold Helú's
life to a drug lord

in a fit of extreme ambition.

I accept.

It fits perfectly, girl.

Good.

These...

She gained weight.
They won't stop eating.

It's like the Miss
Pregnant pageant.

- Can you lift them?
- I already did.

What's going on, Marisol?

I've been eating only
jicama for over two months.

- Maybe more.
- What can we do back here?

- What?
- I called...

the phone number you
gave me on that paper,

and a woman answered.

A woman?

Yes.

She said that the
professor had died.

From a heart attack.

No! No, no, no, no!

No! No, no!

Calm down. Calm down!

The role they had
waiting for us...

and which would always be
ours in these fables...

They killed him because of me.

Was that of collateral damage.

Dr. Hidalgo...

you need to come with us.

- Who is it?
- It's me.

If I had to go, would
you wait for me?

If you don't tell
me, I can't help you.

- I just want to know...
- Tell me. What?

I want to know if
you'd wait for me.

I won't leave you alone.

Is that a yes?

- Talk to me.
- I can't.

Tell me, please.
Tell me, talk to me.

What's going on?

Raúl López Morton had
achieved his goal.

One by one, we fell.

Feeling that we were nothing
against all of his power.

You're the strongest woman
I've met, did you know?

I would've never survived
everything you've survived.

Wait two more days.

Two days.

And I promise you will
never feel pain again.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

I figured you'd be hungry.

These are for tonight's
closing party.

It only receives calls.

Hello?

Yes, she's here. Wait.

Against his ability to
reach the furthest corner

of the country to erase
all traces of us...

he made us withdraw
like wounded animals,

afraid of each other

and convinced that the only
way to survive was alone.

Even the face that looked
back at us from the mirror

became unbearable.

It's time to go.

Carlos, you called?

Where the fuck are they?

Carlos?

You called me?

Where are the rest
of the reports?

These are only from 80 to 85.

I need reports from
before 80 and after 85.

They're in my office, why?

Bring them.

Those documents aren't to...

I'm not making a suggestion,
it's an order. Bring them.

Okay.

But, first, I'll ask Concepción.

We'll be watching you all
night. You know what to do.

You'll only be
there for an hour.

Until the 32 candidates
are presented.

When I say so, follow me.

Alright?

She's fine, thank
you. You may go.

Concepción.

What's wrong?

You need to talk to Carlos.

He's having a psychotic episode

and asking for
confidential files.

I'll see you in a bit.

When a story ends
where it began...

the teller's intention
becomes clear.

Let me out! Let me out!

He condemns his characters
to never being able to escape

the confines of their fate.

- What are you doing?
- Gathering evidence.

I'm turning myself in and
confessing everything I did.

You can't do that.

- And everything you people did.
- You can't do that Carlos.

You think I'm asking permission?

I'm informing you, so
that you can prepare

for what's coming.

For the sake of everything
that happened between us...

and, above all, for
what never happened...

I wish, with all my heart,

that you break off
that sick relationship

you have with your
brother, once and for all.

It wasn't him.

It was the girls.

It was Jocelyn,

Ángeles,

Dolores.

And Elena helped them.

If you turn yourself
in, they will search

every inch of La Encantada
and discover all our secrets.

Not just yours.

Please, stop caring
only about yourself.

Think about them.

They will be killed.

Two minutes to go.
Everyone ready?

Ready!

Vainnet and Pastones,
don't make me look bad.

Now, smile.

Let's go.

Ready?

Listen up ladies!
It's almost time.

Focus. Make room, please.

Chihuahua, Oaxaca,
smile. Energy, please.

Poise, elegance.

Ready?

Let's go.

Eyes forward.

Very good, Yucatán.

Stretch your neck
like a giraffe.

Tuck your belly in.
Energy, Guerrero.

Nice. Very good, Veracruz.

Perfect.

Very nice.

Yes, enchanting. That's it.

- You okay? Are you okay?
- Yes.

There's lots of people outside.
They won't do anything to you.

You have to walk directly
to the journalists.

If you do that, you
might make it out alive.

Go on. Go on.

They'll know you let me go.

Go.

Hey, girls, let's go.

Let's dance.

- What's wrong with you?
- What?

- They can't handle us.
- What "us?" You've been saved.

Wait, they didn't buy me
off. Don't let them fool you.

We'll escape this hell together.

Are you okay? Where
did they have you?

- Everything alright? Come.
- Dance with me.

What are you doing?
You're ruining everything.

- Wait till tomorrow.
- No, not tomorrow.

I want to be happy today.

- Calm down.
- No.

Come here.

I need something stronger.

A shot of tequila.

That would really hit the spot.

You need to stop your antics,

or I won't be able to
get you out of here. Ok?

I'm doing what you asked,

I'm having a good
time, I'm smiling.

Listen.

If you don't stop, I won't
be able to get you out.

Stay put right here.

I'll see what I can come up
with and I'll be right back.

But I need you to stay here
or I can't get you out.

Do you understand that?

What's wrong?

Her blood pressure went
down, but she's better.

We'll be right out.

Go back to the party,
I'll take care of it.

In that light, you
look like the devil.

Enough with the scandals, okay?

Or what?

You'll rape me like
your friend did?

No.

Not all men are the same.

Some of us like other things.

Like jerking off
thinking of your sister?

Looks like Concepción is
filling your head with nonsense.

Like what, for example?

For example, that
for a few kisses,

she'll transform you from
a tramp into a queen.

It's a tin crown, honey.

And you...

are nothing but an
ass in a bikini,

for all the drug lords to
get excited and blow a load.

So...

enough with the stupid
fantasies and get back

to being a trained monkey,
which is what I hired you for.

Let's go.

Sobered up, right?

Get to work. Come on.

Don't do it.

Get down from there.

So scary.

Mister Future President.

You're so bad.

Get down from there.

And I'm so insignificant, right?

Get down.

You think I don't know that.

That you people own the world.

The governor, your sister.

And that girls like
me are just currency

with which you people
pay for your desires.

We're only worth whatever
value you want to give us.

And you people have
taken everything from me.

Each time you grope
me without permission.

Every time you look down on me.

Every time you thought
that you knew who I was,

better than I knew myself.

But I know who I am.

And I know I don't
want to be the queen

of a world that
will never be mine.

Don't do it.

I decide, asshole.

Not you.

No!

No!

No!

No! No!

Oh, no!

My God! No!

Come on, let's go.

What's she doing
here? Take her away.

Héctor! Take her.

No, no! No!

No!

I'll take care of it.

Shut up. Shut up!

That's enough. Shut up!

Go with my uncle.

Hurry, assholes!

Why'd you stick your nose
where it didn't belong?

No! No!

Mirko, don't.

No. Don't do it, Mirko.

Don't shoot.

Don't use it. Mirko...

Mirko!

Don't ruin your life.
She's not your enemy.

I'm not your enemy.

Mirko...

we're family.

No! No!

I want to believe that
Dolores's last act

was one of absolute freedom.

That she refused to live

trapped in someone
else's horror story.

And that, with her death,

she also wanted
to absolve us all.