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Transactions.

It's all about transactions.

In any situation,
meeting, relationship,

each person seeks
something from the other.

The question is,
what do they want?

Or rather, what do
they think they want?

In most cases, it's
pretty obvious.

You can see it in how they dress,
how they speak, how they behave.

Most people reveal everything
about themselves in a few minutes.

That is, if you know
how to read them.

Can we get a picture with
you? Just one, please.

Imagine, for instance, an actress that
has just been humiliated, abandoned.

What could she want?

She doesn't need more fame.

She doesn't need more money.

What she seeks is reparation.

To feel special again,

valuable, unique.

Now that we know what she wants,

the key is how can I use
it to get what I want.

This is not what it looks like.

What do you mean?

Check the veining.
It's too ordinary.

Real marble is impure by nature.

The deepest soil is compressed
at extreme temperatures,

creating unpredictable
patterns every time.

-Are you a designer?
-Yes.

TOMÁS LANDETA LUXURY DESIGNER

For my clients, I like going
straight to the source.

And where's that?
Where's the source?

Golzinne, Belgium.

Soignies marble is...

so rare that you
can only find it

in one or two underground
quarries in the world.

There's nothing like it.

And you have a
contact in Golzinne?

But he doesn't operate
in the legitimate market.

There can't be any paperwork.

I'm not against
breaking the rules,

but I'd like to see a sample.

While this is true,
thinking exclusively

in transactional
terms can be too cold,

clinical.

Human beings need
something more.

A story to believe in.

We create characters
for every situation.

But we screw up because we
only focus on what we want.

In business and life,

we need to focus on the
people in front of us.

XAVIER ESCALANTE
ENTREPRENEUR GURU

At the end of the day,
we're pretty simple.

Our wishes are mostly universal.

Throughout two weeks in my
exclusive retreat for entrepreneurs,

I will teach you not only
how to create stories,

but also how to mold them

in order to always,
always, get what you want.

It's not hard to fill a room

with people who dream of
success and fortune...

If you don't pass, you'll
get your money back.

...and make them believe there's
an easy path to reach them.

See you there.

A secret only you can give them.

And secrets, of
course, have a price.

Hey, Ana...

I saw you recording the session.

It's okay, but all in all, that's
why the program costs what it costs.

Of course, I didn't
think of that.

I'll delete it.

Hey.

They say the student usually
surpasses the master.

Great job today, really.

Any scam requires at
least two participants.

One who lies and
one who believes.

Complicity is everything.

That voluntary
suspension of disbelief.

Damascena.

A financial advisor who needs
to hide from his enemies,

offering a lonely woman
the chance to save him

and a reason to feel alive.

It's the least I can do after
everything you did for me.

EDUARDO PINTO
FINANCIAL ADVISOR

-Any news?
-No, they covered their tracks

and it's almost impossible to find
evidence on this type of embezzlement.

But it doesn't matter.

Don't worry. I'll
get through this.

Of course you will.

And you have me for
anything you need.

And you have me.

Knowing deep down that a
story is too incredible,

and deciding to keep
believing anyway.

See you on Wednesday.

-There are no innocents in this game.
-Eduardo.

No victims, no victimizers.

My house is yours for
as long as you need it.

They are, plainly and
simply, transactions.

FOLLOW

What's up, Chiro?

What? Where are you?

-Fuck!
-Goddammit!

Okay, I'm coming. Bye.

Calm down.

-What happened?
-It's just gas.

-Right?
-Don't worry. It's normal.

Your sister is fine.

He said it's normal
for first-time mothers.

-Okay.
-But that next time, please,

I should call them
before rushing over here.

Hey, I swear he
enjoys scolding me.

We can change if you want.

No, it's not a big deal. He's
very good, isn't he? I trust you.

Can you give me a
ride to college?

-Shouldn't you rest?
-I'm seeing my dissertation examiner.

How can you rest in
that dump you live in?

By the way, I've paid a deposit
for an apartment for both of us.

Temporarily.

-Is that so?
-Yes.

-Where?
-Buenos Aires, close to the university.

No.

The master's degree is four
years. While you settle down...

I had said no already. I
told you I would postpone it.

I don't know. Perhaps in
a few years, I will be...

Living a life you didn't want.

-If Mom could, we can too.
-Mom couldn't.

You just don't remember.

It's just temporary. I'll just
be there until you settle in.

To make sure the
baby is all right.

Besides, I have a job opportunity
there I'm considering, and...

Really?

No way.

Do you have photos
of the apartment?

Let's see.

How did we do with these guys?

Good enough.

They made a deposit today. We've
cut their trusts considerably.

So what? Two of them didn't want to invest
in a better future and all that shit?

If Chavy Hernandez's
entrepreneurship course

-wasn't, well, basically, bullshit.
-Xavier Escalante, dude.

-It's all the same, bro.
-Shut up, man.

Shit. Whatever.

I can't believe they're
such naive bastards.

I swear, I almost envy them.

What you envy is that they
come from a rich family, man.

Why don't we have another
go? Yes, let's charge double.

Two chefs instead of one. One
more handsome than the other.

Dude, we don't do second rounds.

Not even with the actress?

-Jesus.
-Come on, bro!

If I was you, I would
happily do it again. Happily.

Good thing you're not me.
You don't know when to stop.

By the way, did she
pay for the marble?

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

Well, man, then that's it.

Are you really leaving?

You're not thinking
this through.

It's insurance season, dude.
I have options for you.

An asshole has just insured
a specific art piece

-for 20 million dollars.
-No, enough. We shouldn't push our luck.

We have what we needed.
Let's pack it up.

-We're done.
-All right.

To hell with me, is that it?

If you want to keep going
without me, go ahead.

Here it is.

The only problem is that
my foreign affairs contact

raised their price.

Inflation, he says.

Even criminals are
affected by this issue.

Sebastián.

-Didn't we use Sebastián already?
-No.

Sergio, Santiago...
Not Sebastián.

Delicious. These
are perfectly done.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Eduardo, what's wrong?

They've found me, Tamara.

The last thing I want
is to expose you.

-If something happened to you, I'd never...
-No. Don't worry.

I'm totally protected.

What matters is that
you get the best lawyer.

It won't help. They want to screw me
over. They won't stop until they do.

Are you leaving?

Just for a little while.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

No. I won't take advantage
of your generosity. No.

I'll see what I can do.

How much do you need?

Thank you.

How did she take it?

She always knew this
would come to an end.

I just gave her the
pleasure of being my savior.

You enjoyed playing the victim
more than anything, man.

What are you talking about, dude?
Eduardo Pinto is a fucking hero.

He sacrificed his
security and properties

to stop his colleagues from
stealing from their clients.

I will miss you, man.

Even though it offends me that you
never used the characters I suggested.

-Because they're all potheads, dude.
-Go to hell.

I've transferred everything
into the new account.

-Except for my cut, of course.
-Perfect.

Enjoy your retirement, asshole.

-Thanks, bro.
-See you around.

Goddammit!

Come on!

Are you okay?

Please don't call the
insurance. Please.

I was on the phone
and very distracted.

Please forgive me.

It's not that terrible.

Oh, my God! Fuck!

Look...

We can work it out
without the insurance.

We'll see.

Forgive me. I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.

-Hey.
-It's just...

-It's okay.
-It's not.

Relax. Calm down.

It was an accident.
It's all right.

Relax.

We really are going to fix
this ourselves directly, right?

Yes, sure. This is
between you and me.

Okay. It's just, right
now... I'm so stupid.

It doesn't matter. Do
you want to call someone?

No.

Please no.

Okay.

Look, why don't you send me your details,
and I'll reach out to you during the week?

Or I can give you my phone
number, and you contact me.

Would you prefer that?

Okay. But you're going
to trust me to pay you?

Do I have a choice?

As collateral.

-But I'm giving you my number.
-Yes. Sure, silly me. Of course.

Dumb me.

-Write it down.
-Okay.

Thank you.

-May I?
-Sure, of course.

No. Change it.

Sorry. I forgot
it was on shuffle.

No, it's your algorithm.
Nobody can escape from it.

And each night a star
will come To be with me

It will tell you how
I am And you will know

Tell me, love, love, love
I'm here, can't you see?

If you don't come back
There will be no life

I don't know what I will do

I live just up ahead,
but you can stop here.

-I'll leave you in front of your house.
-No, here, please.

Well... I'll call you.

To pay you.

Sebastián.

Get some rest.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Hi. I'm here to check in.
-Hi.

-Good day.
-Do you have a reservation?

Yes. Sebastián Murillo.

I thought we were done.

Change of plans.

What's the name of
this "change of plans"?

Carolina Correa,
wife of Ángel Correa.

Why does it sound familiar?

Because that asshole won a bid

for the shopping mall in
the south of the city.

He became filthy rich.

How the hell did you get this?

Luck.

SEBASTIÁN MURILLO
LITERARY PUBLISHER

SPECIALIZED AUTO REPAIR SHOP

I think you just love
this stuff, dude.

I'm not complaining. I
like not being poor too.

I still have some
time before I leave.

What's the plan?

Seduction? Old-school blackmail?

She's terrified. She's trying
to avoid conflict at all costs.

She's looking for a savior, someone
who listens, who understands her,

someone romantic,
simple, a bit broken.

Not the typical alpha male.

Someone who doesn't
look threatening at all.

-So how much will this cost me?
-Nothing.

-Nothing?
-Don't worry, okay?

Then what are we doing here?

I have to give this back to you.

Besides, I wanted
to see you again.

I'm ashamed. I was
a mess that day,

and I wasn't even going
anywhere, you know?

-You'll think I'm crazy.
-Why?

Because sometimes I
like to take my car

and drive around aimlessly

until I find a traffic
jam and get stuck.

-On purpose?
-On purpose.

See? Crazy.

Yup.

No. Actually, it makes sense.

We're all miserable
in a traffic jam.

It doesn't matter who you are
or what you're going through.

For a moment, we all share
the same specific problem.

I'm separated.

My ex is a writer.

She's quite well-known in
the business in Madrid.

Everything reminded me of her.

That's why I decided
to come back.

Hence your algorithm.

Right. Hence my algorithm.

That's nice.

No. I mean, not nice because...
No, I'm not happy at all.

No.

Look, can I say something?

This is very weird, but...

While I was getting ready today,
I thought about telling you

that I'm separated,
divorced, or in the process.

-So, you are...?
-Married.

And I shouldn't be here.

We're just having
coffee, aren't we?

I have to go.

CAROLINA CORREA 25
FOLLOWERS - 48 FOLLOWING

"IF YOU DON'T COME BACK" RADIO

PODCAST - TRUE CRIME STORIES
TRANSCENDENTAL MEDITATION

SELF-HELP A B C
SELF-HELP MINDFULNESS

SERIAL KILLERS

I won't deny she's
a good target.

Her husband hit the jackpot,
and he's just getting started.

I've been checking him out
and found some warnings.

He might be too big of a
fish for us to reel in.

The bigger the fish, the
bigger the reward, isn't it?

They aren't in any
of our databases.

We're going blind.

Then research what you can.

Do you have any plans for later?

What do you think?
Is this your style?

It's cool. You've surprised me.

What do you say? Is it too
early for a few tequilas?

A bit.

-Two tequilas, please.
-Hello.

Romance helps.

-But it's not all.
-It's not all... Really?

And why did you
change to non-fiction?

It's what made
sense for my career.

After so many years with those
novels, they get in your head and...

-Your favorite place in the world?
-In the world?

That's easy. Very easy.

My godmother's
cabin in Jilotepec.

-Really?
-Really.

I used to go there when I was a
kid. I go back whenever I can.

It's my paradise.
It's so pretty.

I haven't been there in a while.

You? Your favorite place?

-A kitchen.
-A kitchen?

It's my happy place. I'm in
my element, and I love it.

-So you're a chef, too.
-No.

-Your most embarrassing moment?
-No.

Yes.

Jeez. I've got
many. Let me see...

Got it!

When my daughter Julia
had just been born...

Well, I don't know.
I felt like...

Like it was too much.

And I read the books, I listened
to the podcasts, everything,

but it was overwhelming. I
felt like I wasn't myself.

-I can't explain it.
-Yes.

Anyway, I left home.
Without the keys.

The door closes, and
Julia, who was very little,

only two months
old, is left inside.

And I felt such anguish, such desperation,
and I didn't know how to get in.

I broke the window, I got in, I cut
myself, a lot, I grabbed the baby,

and when I finally
had her with me...

my husband walks in.

He was...

He was so angry.

Because, silly me, the back
door had been open all the time,

and he got mad.

I'm sorry.

It's not the kind of
story you were expecting.

Not at all. On the contrary. I
don't think it's embarrassing.

I mean, I would've
done the same thing.

-Thank you.
-What for?

For not looking at me
like everyone else.

Not at all.

I have another confession.

Shoot.

I don't believe you at all.

About your broken heart.

No.

Those are not the
eyes of a sad man.

Well, you're partly right.

It was...

It was a toxic
relationship and...

I had a hard time
accepting it until, damn...

I could breathe.

You're staying here?

Yes.

Bye.

Bye.

I still have the necklace... We'll
have to see each other again...

You don't need a collateral
to see me, you know?

I checked with my team.

My police contact
told me to fuck off.

Correa has got some senior
official by the balls.

He's a real boss.

So I thought, "How do
mobsters usually get caught?"

He's being audited.

-Exactly.
-No way.

My SAT contact said
he's been nagging them

to get this sorted soon.

He has a megaproject, and, well,
he can't operate like this.

And do you know what
the project is about?

No.

No. But she knows, right?

What I do know is that he's
working really hard on that,

so you have free rein with her.

We take the photos, collect our
money, and we don't engage with him.

Don't get tired, dude.

Tomás, hi.

Hi, you look great!

-Wait, I'll open the gate.
-Perfect.

Thank you.

It's incredible.

I mean, the colors, the
texture, the imperfections...

It's raw. This is
something different.

I love it.

Incredible.

-You were right.
-Should I go, boss?

Yes, thank you, Gonzalo.

-Thank you.
-Excuse me, miss.

I was thinking, since you're here,
we should talk about the bathroom.

I mean, if you have the time.

Yes, sure.

It's just... Honestly, I
can't think of any name.

-I mean, I thought about Almendra...
-Almendra?

Come on. Poor kid.

Why Almendra?

Nadia Ayala.

Thanks.

-Watch my...
-Yeah.

My husband has been asking
uncomfortable questions

Would you prefer it if we
didn't see each other anymore?

But we need an excuse

I'm worried he could
have me followed

One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten, square.

Swing.

Rotate the figure.

Is there anything more innocent
than a dance class at noon?

Let's rotate the square.

Don't go thinking I don't
realize what you're doing.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight...

Is it working?

Swing back.

Why don't you leave him?

Because he will take my daughter from
me. He's told me a thousand times.

Nothing is mine.

The house, the accounts,
the cars, nothing.

It's all his, and
I let him have it.

My daughter is the only
thing that matters.

So, no, I'm not going with you
if that's what you're thinking.

No, that's not
what I'm thinking.

She doesn't have individual properties,
he keeps track of her expenses,

she can't access any account.
She depends on him completely.

-Then it's a dead end.
-Not if we go after him, man.

Come on, dude.

It's one thing to
squeeze 200,000 pesos

out of a bored millionaire's
wife to keep her affair quiet,

but it's a whole different story
messing with a guy like him.

There must be a way.

Did she already tell
you what he's up to?

No, but she will open
up. I need more time.

Then go ahead if you want to.

Meanwhile, we have
some loose ends.

-Look.
-Shit. Show me.

She sent it shortly
after you left her.

A car's been hanging around her house,
and she says it's not from the neighbors.

She's sure it's one
of your enemies.

-Ana has been hanging around the house.
-Damn it.

By now, she must know
you're not living there.

Well, not you, but Xavier.

She will give up. Delete the
emails. This job is finished.

What about Correa's wife?

Just finish it, dude.

Easy money.

Less problems.

DECENT HOUSING FOR ALL

I'm sorry if I meddled
where I shouldn't

Ricardo Gutiérrez, a.k.a.
Rick. And Gloria Vergara Díaz.

She is his secretary and lover,
and he is his personal bodyguard.

Look into who Silvia Linares is.

Check thoroughly and
tell me what you find.

...cooperation for the
first time in a long while

of the public sector and
private initiative...

which have always aimed
towards the fundamental right

of having a home.

AUCTIONS 2024

I helped you with your damn
welfare project, didn't I?

You made buckets of
money. Now it's your turn.

I tried, but you know your
company can't participate.

Send me a list of all the public
auctions of the next two months.

Let me know what you see.

-I'm sorry.
-Postpone the tendering.

Am I laughing?

Do you really think my
influence goes that far?

Find a front man.

-A beer, please.
-Will you get me one?

It's the only thing you have
to do. Don't screw this up.

It's fine. Thanks for caring.

How does it look?

Everyone is saying no to you.

Ruiz, Salomón...

Why would I say yes?

Don't be difficult.

I'm here because we
trust each other.

Salomón, Ruiz, they're a bunch of
idiots that couldn't see the business.

But this is good for us,
man, and you know it.

You have to be
fucking kidding me.

I'll transfer all your money
before you place the bid.

Every last peso, okay?

There's no risk.

What's the problem?

I've got until Monday
to place the bid.

How much do you want, man?

You'll have to keep
looking, buddy.

Next time you want to
screw me over, think twice.

Good luck finding your mule.

See you at the gala.

Good luck finding your
mule. See you at the gala.

By the way

Do you want to see my kitchen?

Through the back door

-Come in.
-Thank you.

I'm sorry for this mess.

We're remodeling.

Don't worry. He's on a trip.

I shut down the cameras and
gave the staff a day off.

What's that?

A manuscript I'm reading.

-Is it good?
-Well...

Do you like shellfish?

We're meant for each other.

-Did you learn this in Spain?
-No.

I learned with my mom.

I was little, and she
used to work all the time.

I'd wait for her to get home from
work, and we'd cook for the whole week.

Then...

When she died,

I had to keep cooking
for my sister.

We survived.

Do you have a sister?

Do you remember when I told
you about the glass I broke?

Yes, of course.

My husband didn't find
it as logical as you did.

We were going through
a really tough time

when I became
pregnant with Julia.

And he got into his head
that he was not her father.

He made me do a paternity test.

And, of course, he is her dad,
but he never trusted me again.

Then, he decided...

that it was a
high-risk pregnancy,

and he didn't stop until finding a
doctor that would agree with him.

I spent the entire
pregnancy in bed.

Then that episode with Julia
happened, and he said I wasn't well.

And he had me hospitalized.

How much time did
you stay there?

Almost a year.

-I'm sorry. My daughter is calling me.
-Of course.

-Hello, sweetie.
-Hi, Mommy.

-How are you?
-I'm fine, Mommy.

We went on a very
long excursion...

Really? And then what?

A house in a tree? How come?

Yes, Mommy, it's a new one.

That's beautiful. It's great!

Son of a bitch.

Yes, sweetie, I really miss you.

-Yes, love. We'll talk later. I love you.
-Bye, Mommy, I love you.

Carolina, let me
help you leave him.

No, please, I don't have...

You think you can't,

-that you're dependent on him.
-I don't want to lose her.

You won't lose her.

You don't know him.

There's no way to win
against him. He's ruthless.

-He's unpredictable. He's a person...
-I have a plan.

I know Ángel much
better than you think.

I know what he wants.

I know what he needs
to pull it off.

And I know how to corner him,
so you can reclaim what's yours

without risking losing Julia.

Let me help you.

I swear I'm not afraid of him.

Who the hell are you?

I did everything right.

I sued them.

I sold my mother's apartment
to hire good lawyers.

But it wasn't enough.

I lost everything. I
ended up deep in debt.

And my sister...

I know what you're thinking.

-That I'm...
-A hustler.

And a son of a bitch.

But that's when I learned

that in this life, it's
either fuck or get fucked.

What would I have to do?

300 million pesos, dude.

That's the starting price.
It'll be more than that.

No way...

Are we really doing this?

You said you didn't want
to be like those morons.

-If you want out, it's okay. I understand.
-Okay, come here.

-I have proposals about what you asked.
-Let's see.

Elsa Construction Company and
Delta Group, established in 1998.

Elsa, in 2001, Elsa's owner
processed a refund with us.

The company is also registered under
the names of his son and brother.

-They're up to date in SAT.
-What do you know about the son?

Here he is.

Juan Manuel López Martínez.
Mid 30s, half Colombian.

He's attempted several
businesses, like coffee export

and other Colombian crap,
but they didn't work out.

I think that's why they
put him in the board,

and he runs some
of Elsa's projects.

-How recognizable is he?
-He's not very active on social media,

except for some tweets that...

Let's say you wouldn't
want him as a friend.

He's a total jerk.

-So you could be him.
-I love you too, bro.

So? How do we tackle this?

Golf course, country
club, brothel?

Charity gala.

Charity gala?

Not a good idea.
We're very exposed.

He needs to see me in his
circle to take me seriously.

It's the only way.

She's not going?

-She got me access.
-For God's sake.

-How much does she know?
-The bare minimum.

To hell with this, I'm out.

300 million pesos,
17 million dollars.

17.5.

Have I ever failed you?

Done. A seat at the
table you asked for.

Under the name of Juan
Manuel López Martínez.

Hello?

-Come on, open up already!
-Coming!

-You're annoying.
-Thank you.

They're throwing a party at
my place, and I need to study.

When you told me you were staying
here, I thought it was bullshit.

It's cool, isn't it?

Decent, I'd say.

Where are you going? Got
a wedding or something?

-Is this crooked?
-A bit.

If some dudes can do it...

then I can.

-Nope.
-Goddammit.

Why are you so nervous?

Dude, do you have a date?

Really? Finally! Where
did you meet her? Tinder?

It's not a date. It's work.

Yeah, just remember, I personally
recommend using protection.

Such violence.

Hey, guess what? I was
talking to the university,

and apparently, they
have a program for moms.

Daycare, scholarships,
everything. It's amazing.

That's really cool.

So you won't be needing me?

I will always need you.

Under the Yucatan jungle,
lies a natural paradise

-that has withstood the test of time...
-Don't you have to study?

Yes, but the exam
is on Tuesday, so...

Well? How do I look?

Average... Almost good.

JUAN MANUEL LÓPEZ
COFFEE BUSINESSMAN

-Don't mess around with the room service.
-Good luck.

What did we do to be
sent to the corner?

The only good thing
about being here is...

there's a great view for gossip.

My favorite activity.

Really?

Finally, a partner in crime.

-The people at this table are usually...
-Yes, I noticed.

-Silvia.
-Tomás.

My associate didn't come,
so I came in his place.

Let's do the boring
part quickly.

-What do you do for a living?
-I'm an architect.

I have an interior design company.
Big projects, you know. You?

I'm the Undersecretary of
Housing and Urban Development.

-That's...
-The highest position

-a woman like me could aspire to.
-A woman like you?

Uncomfortable?

Not exactly single,

but advised not to attend
these galas with her partner.

Do you happen to have
a small job for me?

You'll have to excuse me,
but there are no openings

in the gossip department.

-A pity, because I have some good ones.
-You do?

Good evening, everyone.

I'm Leonor Bremer, and
I'm very proud to announce

that I'm the new goodwill ambassador
for Pensar Foundation Mexico...

Can you believe they
left her at the altar?

No.

Well, if I was really single,
I'd be all around her,

hitting on her.

-I can dream, right?
-Enjoy the evening.

The donation channel
is now open. Thank you.

Okay, go.

-Alfonso Morales.
-The one with the tiny mustache?

Eight daughters from
three different women,

and all of them live together
in a residential condo

in Valle de Bravo.

No, you just want
to lose. I get it.

-That's a lie.
-I swear it's true.

But it's fine, it doesn't matter.
We're all drinking the same. Cheers!

Okay, go. Surprise me.

Let's see.

Ángel Correa.

Rumor has it that he offered
a kidney to Gabriel Farcoug

to make him his straw man.

-Wait. His own kidney?
-Hell no, a random kidney.

Yikes!

Then I could say that...

That it's true, because he's capable
of it, but a little bird told me

that Camarena is going to
join his project, 50-50.

And look at him, that's why
he's got such a long ass face,

because he fucking
hates to share.

But it's all fine.

My dearest Correa.

Linares.

-You took your time to come say hi.
-Just a little.

-Hello, good evening.
-Hi.

-I want to introduce you to Tomás Landeta.
-How are you? Nice to meet you.

He's an architect and
designer, one of the top ones.

-So, let's go smoke a cigar.
-Let's go.

-Let's go. Doc, please excuse me.
-Excuse us.

-What a bastard.
-It's all right. Thank you.

Isn't that right?
It's all the rage.

Now everyone wants to
build a shopping mall.

That's efficiency, my
dear Ramón. As always.

Efficiency, Ramón!

-That's right.
-That's how it should be.

Exactly, Ángel. You'll learn.

-How's it going, Juan Manuel?
-And you? We need to improvise.

I'm close.

Shit. Shit!

-Clean yourself up.
-Yeah.

Careful.

Salomón, Farcoug, Ruiz...

The old school wants
to see you fail.

It's not that they can't
see the project value,

but they won't be happy
if you become one of them.

Camarena says
today he wants 50%,

but who knows what new idea
will get in his head tomorrow.

My partner and I work on big projects
and the stadium appeals to us.

His family company is clean.
We can buy the building easily.

You can keep 100% of the shares.

Just give us the
construction contract.

If you're interested,
give us a call.

Excuse me.

You can believe

You can believe in me

-Who is it?
-Carolina.

I'm sorry.

-Forgive me, I'm so stupid.
-No, forgive me.

I'm an idiot for
dragging you into this.

It's not your fault. He's...

I'm very scared of
him. Please help me.

-Please help me.
-Yes.

It's okay.

-Let's go to the room.
-Nadia is sleeping in there.

Thank you.

Anyway, I won't use it.
It's just to feel protected.

-If you need anything at all, let me know.
-Yes.

-What the hell is wrong with you?
-Trust me. It will work.

You're thinking with your dick and
bought yourself the role of a savior.

Good day, Mr. Landeta

This is Ángel Correa.

Send me your charter
and tax documentation.

If it's in order, I'll
see you on Monday.

ELSA CONSTRUCTION COMPANY

Dear Mr. Correa, we're attaching
the documents you requested.

How are you?

-Mr. Landeta, Mr. López, please come in.
-Thank you.

Juan Manuel López, my associate.

-Ángel.
-Tomás.

Thank you, Gloria.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

It may not be Colombian, but
Chiapas' coffee is just as good.

Thank you.

I'd like to say it's true, but
hey, I'll send you a gift later,

so you can taste
what's really good.

What part of Colombia
did you say you're from?

My father is from Antioquia, my
mother is Mexican, from Jalisco.

-So you are...
-I'm a citizen of the world.

Very good.

We've already checked all the
paperwork of your company.

I think we're ready to sign.
We're in a bit of a rush.

We need to submit
the tender tonight.

This is the preliminary contract
that the lawyers put together

so we can move forward while the
long-term one is being finalized.

Is it the same one you
shared with our lawyers?

The same one.

It just stipulates that
Elsa will act as a front.

You'll take care of the
construction services,

but we need to negotiate the details
of that contract in good faith,

because without the building,
there's no project, right?

C&C will pay Elsa by the dates
stipulated by the government.

-We don't have a say on that.
-What?

-No, wait a minute...
-No. That's not what we agreed to.

If my offer wins, and C&C
disappears, then what?

-There's a misunderst...
-There's no misunderstanding.

Look, Mr. Correa, let's not
waste your time nor mine.

I thank you anyway.

Mr. López...

please sit down.

I'm sure we can find a solution.

I don't think you came from
Colombia only for... this.

Gentlemen, if I may.

Of course we'd like a future
collaboration with you,

but not at any cost.

50%.

I can pay 50% of the contract
in advance before midnight.

No, brother. I might as
well start selling arepas.

Mr. Correa, since you'll
keep 100% of the project,

and we'd only be
acting as a front,

I don't think it would be fair
to share the risks equally.

But if you'd be willing to
give us 75% in advance today,

I'm sure my partner and I would be
willing to cover the remaining 25%.

In good faith.

Let's go.

-Right on, brother! Come on!
-What the heck? You're soaking, dude!

I can't believe it!

-"Citizen of the world"?
-Hell yeah, baby, that's me!

We won't be selling
arepas anymore, baby!

CHECK THE ACCOUNT!

INTBANK BECOME ACQUAINTED
WITH OUR INVESTMENTS

No way.

CURRENT BALANCE $273,000,000

Oh, my God...

273 million pesos. No way!

What do you want, dude?

Offer sent. Unfortunately,
it's not very competitive.

Dude, I almost bought a
tourist ticket out of habit.

But tomorrow morning, I
will be on my way to London,

in first class, as it should be.

Oh, well, you're so fancy, man.

You guys know where
you're going already?

Yeah.

-Buenos Aires.
-That character is damn awful, man.

-See you later, dude. Bye.
-Shut up already.

No. Yes.

Yes!

Okay, let's see...

-Tomorrow.
-Tomorrow.

I'll go pick up Julia at
school in the afternoon.

You'll pick up Nadia.

-And I'll see you at the airport.
-Exactly.

-Okay. That's it.
-That's it.

Fucking hell.

Nadia. Goddammit!
It's very late.

Caro!

What the hell?

No, no, no.

No...

Shit.

No, no, no.

CURRENT BALANCE $0,00

Bitch.

No, no, no!

Dude, open the door!

Are you here?

Dude, what the heck?
Why didn't you come?

I've been calling you for hours.

What the hell
happened? Are you okay?

-Did you have a good reason, at least?
-Wait. Wait!

Aren't you going to come up with an
excuse? "Nadia, congratulations."

Anything? It was an
important day for me.

-What's going on?
-No fucking way!

Tell me what the hell is going
on. What the fuck is this?

He stole over 600,000 pesos
from me and my friends.

-It's gone viral.
-He tricked us.

-We have to go.
-Is this true?

-Listen to me.
-Because somebody saw you...

I don't give a fuck!
We have to go now!

I'm not going anywhere until
I know what's going on.

I'll tell you everything
later. Let's go.

Let's go right now.
Take your stuff.

Fuck!

Come on, let's go.

You're really scaring me.

-Why are you not telling me?
-Later, okay?

Come on, come on!

Good. Come on. This way.

Move aside! Run!

Are you all right?

-Need help, miss?
-Chiro, listen to me.

My car is in the parking lot.
I'll see you at the entrance.

Meet me there. Go!

Security! Call security!

Sweet dreams, you bastard.

You thought you could steal
from us and disappear?

My friends think I helped
you, that I'm your accomplice.

-Let's go.
-Hey, I'm talking to you!

You've ruined my life,
and you don't even care!

Not telling me what's happening
is not exactly taking care of me.

Nadia, not now, please. Okay?

Hello. Valle del Sol Summer
School. How can I help?

Hi. I'm calling on
behalf of Ángel Correa

regarding his daughter
Julia's pickup this afternoon.

-Release? Let me check.
-Julia?

I'm sorry, but there's
nothing scheduled.

Okay, it must probably be a
mistake from our side. I'm sorry.

Okay, good bye.

-Everything is a lie.
-I can't help you if you don't talk to me.

-Dude!
-Tell me something!

-It's not the time.
-Trust me!

I'll tell you everything later.

Goddammit. I told you
you couldn't trust her.

She sent her fucking goon!

But this isn't over. She won't
leave without her daughter.

Sure, because you
really know her, right?

She's planning something.
What does she want?

-What?
-Are you listening to yourself?

The problem is you got
infatuated with her, asshole!

Look, man, we need to
find her before he does.

-It's as simple as that.
-What can I do?

Should I look for my police
contact? I don't know!

What the hell is all
this? Who's Tomás Landeta?

Why are there 50
passports in there?

Stick to the plan. If I don't make it,
you both go to the airport without me.

-Take care of her.
-I'm not going anywhere.

It's not your decision. Promise
you will take care of her.

Stay here, okay? Stay here.

-Nadia, are you okay?
-You too?

-Breathe. Come here, please.
-Have you watched the video?

-Yes, I have.
-What the hell are you guys doing?

Don't mind that.
Fuck. Goddammit!

What did you guys do?

Rick is not answering,
but I'll keep trying.

Where are you?

Don't move. Give me your phone.

-No.
-Don't move!

Your bag. Give me
your phone. The keys.

I don't want to hurt you.

You're going to tell me

everything you know
about Ángel and Carolina.

-I won't tell you shit, moron.
-Shut up.

Carolina knows you're his lover.

Lover?

We're together. Of
course she knows.

They've been
separated for a year.

-What do you mean, separated?
-They don't live together.

-They're getting divorced.
-Then why was she at the gala?

She just invited herself. She's
nuts, she's very unstable.

He gave her an ultimatum
to move her stuff out.

She lives in an
apartment in Escandón.

You don't believe me?
Why don't you go there...

and check for yourself?

-Hands on the wheel.
-Oh, please.

Hands on the wheel!

Lower them.

He'll kill you
when he finds you.

I swear he's going to find you.

Thanks for your help.

"Psychological evaluation."

"Lack of evidence."

Come on, dude, pick it up.

Goddammit, man.

Bro, call me as soon
as you hear this.

She sued him for abuse, but they
rejected it for lack of evidence.

He counterattacked, sued
her for negligence...

MENTALLY UNSTABLE

...and for putting their
daughter's life at risk.

He took the kid from her.

She wants to use the
money to negotiate.

That's what she wants. She
wants the money to negotiate.

Dude, call me. Have you heard
anything from your contact?

Call me when you hear this.

To my beloved goddaughter.

May this be your place
in the world forever.

Love, where are
you? I heard back

from the Public Ministry,
and we found him.

Did you find Rick? Tell him
to meet me at this address.

Maclo!

Shit.

Fuck.

Pick up!

No.

Nadia. Nadia!

-Nadia!
-In here!

Are you okay?

Come here. Are you all right?

It's okay.

-Come here.
-Maclo.

-Where is Macloro?
-We have to go. Come on.

Where is Maclo?

-No!
-I'm sorry, come here.

-We have to go.
-What is wrong with you?

-Nadia. Nadia...
-Who are you?

Get off me. Let me go.

MEXICO STATE - JILOTEPEC

Sebastián.

-I never wanted...
-To ruin my life?

To have my best friend killed?

Maclo?

What?

How? It can't be.

I swear I had nothing to
do with that. I swear it.

Goddammit!

I know you won't understand,
but what I told you

about the divorce,
the custody battle...

It had already happened. I know.

"Psychological and
financial abuse"?

Financial abuse? What
world are you living in?

You've got to be kidding me.

I tried to leave him in every
way, but things only got worse.

I'm breaking my back, and
you pull this crap on me?

Are you for real? If you
keep going down this path,

I'll take everything away from
you! You won't get a dime!

I'll throw you out on
the fucking street!

And if you drag my daughter into
this, you won't ever see her again.

I'm sorry for getting
you caught up in this.

No, you didn't get me caught up.

You chose me.

What? Where are you?

Fuck!

Goddammit! Okay,
I'm coming. Bye.

You knew who I was.

What I could do.

I know he's a very
decent person.

That I had hurt
someone you loved.

And how easy I got my way.

But above everything,

you saw an opportunity.

Goddammit! Come on!

An opportunity

that literally knocked
on your window.

How did you find me?

You're good...

but not that good.

I want my share.

Or I'll tell Ángel
we were in collusion,

that we did all of this for
you, and we'll both lose.

-So it was always about the money.
-Make of it what you will.

You have a daughter to think
about. I have a sister.

I don't have it.

Tell me it wasn't real, and you won't
see me again in your fucking life!

Tell me.

Goddammit! It's Ángel.

Sebastián, I'll go. I'll distract him.
Please don't let him see you. Please go.

Go, please.

Go or he'll kill you, dammit!

Go!

Do you want it?
Give me my daughter.

I don't know what the
hell you're doing.

Julia doesn't want to see you.
She wants nothing to do with you.

I will invest every fucking day

-in not seeing you again.
-Do you want the money or not?

Be very careful.

Make no mistake, Carolina.

Don't forget who I am.

What the hell is this
asshole doing here?

Calm down.

-You're in cahoots with this guy?
-Calm down.

You're going to pay me back
every last penny, sucker.

You need me alive for that.

No.

-No, please.
-I don't need her alive, do I?

Please.

The same way I didn't
need the Colombian bastard

who got into my office alive?

-Calm down, please.
-Now you say "please"?

-Please. Let's talk, you and me.
-So now it's "please"?

-Relax.
-Shut up, you fucking bitch.

He's dead.

He's dead.

-Are you okay?
-Fuck!

I think the bullet went through my
leg. I just need to stop the bleeding.

Yes?

Please, send an ambulance
and a police car.

-Jacarandas 224, Jilotepec.
-Carolina, what the fuck?

Please, come quickly...

A man has killed
my husband. Please.

No, I'm fine. I'm
fine. Yes. Thank you.

You brought us here.

You wanted him dead.

Actually, I admire that you've
deciphered the way the world works.

It all depends on the
characters we are, doesn't it?

The stories we tell.

No one believed my story,
even though I told the truth.

They believed the
one he told about me

to take my daughter away.

An unstable woman,

suicidal, crazy.

I ran out of options.

You know what that
is, don't you?

I had to rewrite my story,
and that's where you come in.

And you already
know the characters.

Tamara.

You took advantage
of her generosity.

He's a son of a bitch!

She gave you shelter because, of
course, you were Eduardo Pinto to her.

A man running from
corrupt people.

You dazzled Ana with Xavier.

Wait!

Selling dreams of greatness to her friends
when, in fact, you were robbing them.

See that house?

Fortunately, the student
surpassed the master.

...you will learn not only
how to create stories,

but also how to mold them
in order to always...

And to Leonor, an actress who has
been humiliated again and again,

who where you?

Tomás Landeta, a
small-time architect

that uses her as if she was some
piece of meat with deep pockets.

Yes, I know him.

And to me,

Sebastián...

Murillo.

Things got complicated then,
because it got a bit personal.

Yes, my love, I miss you a lot.

But that's what a good
story needs, right?

Do you know what's really sad?

That no one will
listen to this version.

Instead, I'll have to tell
a much more boring one.

A woman, manipulated
by a hustler,

trying to take an obscene amount
of money from her husband.

Things get out of control, and it
all ends in a tragic confrontation

where one ends up
dead and the other...

in jail.

You probably made mistakes
you haven't even realized.

What about the money?

I already told you
I don't have it.

No?

Then who?

You have it.

With that kind of amount,

the bank calls you

to know if you accept the
transfer, and I turned it down.

Congratulations,
Carolina, you won.

I just want you
to know one thing.

For me, it was real.

Everyone is talking

about the shocking case of
the chameleon-like hustler

and his dozens of victims
of the past four years.

In a chain of criminal events that
started at the Volga Hotel in Mexico City

and ended up with the murder
of businessman Ángel Correa,

husband to his last scam's victim,
supposedly in self-defense.

When you say victim,
who do you mean?

The initial target,
Carolina Correa.

For our audience, we
have an exclusive video,

the security camera footage that
captured the time of the events.

Let's watch the video. Please
note it contains sensitive images.

How's your leg?

Good. Better.

How's Almendra?

Almost here.

Forgive me.

All I did was try to give
you the best future I could.

I've never needed any of that.

But you'll be out of here soon,
Raúl. She testified in your favor.

She said it was self-defense.
You'll only be tried for the scams.

She testified in my favor?

Welcome. We're glad
to have you here.

You won't believe the
story you're going to hear.

We have with us Ana Méndez.

TWO YEARS LATER

She's here to present
her first book,

Chameleon: Profile of a Hustler,
an investigative novel based on...

Yes, it's all
about transactions.

In any situation,
meeting, relationship,

each person wants to get
something from the other.

The question is...

BREMER'S COMEBACK

...what do we want?

Or rather, what do
we think we want?

-Of course.
-Be good.

-We will misbehave a lot.
-Okay.

There are no innocents
in this game.

Thanks.

Only stories.

And people who believe...

because the best stories
always hide some truth.

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