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A VIX ORIGINAL SERIES

MEN'S PRISON

Follow me.

POLLEN

Let me know when you're done.

I'll be watching you.

The guard already told me what you want.

My answer is no.

I just want to know if you were really friends.

Humberto...

was the only one who could look me in the eye.

The only one who could touch me

without feeling disgust.

How much more time do you have left?

Much more than I would like.

Who are you?

Someone who can help you.

Help me with what?

To make your suffering end faster.

Humberto beat me to it.

I always thought I'd leave first.

But if I've learned anything here...

it's that if you really want to beat death...

you can't let it decide when to take you.

Help me die...

and I'll tell you what you want.

The killer is two steps ahead of us.

We screwed up by telling the Zamudios

that we were coming here.

And the sand samples are charred.

Let's see what they say in the lab.

We have to find his weak point.

This bastard thinks he's smarter than us.

Federico.

Hello?

I have half of the prosecution

breathing down my neck about this case.

And here I have the whole team

inspecting the hotel and the crops.

That's bullshit!

I need you to install a fixed unit there

and not remove it until I tell you to.

We're not leaving there

without a culprit, got it?

Yes, sir.

What did he want?

You have to go.

Now.

Let's go.

You must have been pretty desperate

to leave this in ashes.

This greenhouse

was the only thing Beatriz hadn't taken from me.

Exactly,

it's the perfect place to hide

what the police were looking for.

I'm not the one carrying a suitcase full of secrets.

And I'm not the only one who's out of options.

There's a fucking psychopath in this hotel.

They had me locked up, naked,

they could have done anything to me.

I know, honey, but nothing happened,

why make the problem bigger?

No one wants the prosecution hanging around.

No one?

Or you?

No, not me.

But it was a warning.

If you stay quiet, nothing will happen to you.

Got it?

Bullshit.

Honey.

Alejandra!

Life is so fucking ironic.

The person most interested in solving the case...

isn't allowed to.

What happened?

Federico said he'll handle the case personally.

Look, he can end me,

but I don't want Estela dragged into this.

She's like a sister to me.

And besides, she's really good.

I don't think your boss is going to be of much help.

No one's going to talk.

Why do you say that?

Everyone can't be involved.

Everyone here keeps their secrets,

even if that means covering for the culprit.

We have to find his weak point.

Thanks.

Coming.

Coming, coming!

To top it off,

your asshole husband is helping the prosecution

to settle into the hotel, damn it.

Well, what was I supposed to do?

You do understand that at any moment

they will find out what happened, right?

My only crime was obeying you, Dad.

I never ordered you to do anything like that,

for God's sake, never.

Well, it was the only way.

Alejandra wants to talk to the prosecution.

Let her.

If you don't support your girlfriend,

it will be obvious you're hiding something.

And then we'll all be fucked.

I promise that when all this is over,

I will accompany you to report it.

But if you go to the police now

to tell them that they locked you up,

it's very likely they'll get you out of the hotel.

That's what I want.

Look,

what they did to you

is a sign that you're on the right track.

The track to the grave, asshole.

No.

No, no, no.

I'll never let them hurt you.

Let's go.

We'll go to your house,

get some rest,

and tomorrow you'll come back with your strength.

You're finally getting what you wanted.

This is your big chance.

Don't sabotage yourself, OK?

I'm really scared.

Everything's fine.

Why did you extend my house contract

for only three months?

Because I still don't know if I can trust your daughter.

She told you everything she knows.

Yes, but if I need her help again,

I must be able to convince her.

Don't worry about that.

I can take care of it...

Cover all the sites and make watches.

What the hell?

Thank you very much.

Keep my reservation open, OK?

- Sandra. - Of course.

What are you doing?

I'm staying at the hotel for a few days as a guest.

The only thing you'll accomplish is making Federico

dismiss us. Is that what you want?

Estela, calm down.

You won't be involved.

Jacobo can never find out what's in there.

The truth would be his end.

This is our secret.

Understood.

Thank you.

Who is the prettiest baby?

Yes, my love, there's Mommy.

What's the matter, honey?

Aren't you happy to have

the most important thing in your life here?

Did you like it?

Juan.

WHERE ARE YOU? HONEY, WE NEED TO TALK.

ARE YOU ON YOUR WAY? WHAT TIME DO I SEE YOU?

Mrs. de Luján.

Leave me alone.

Where are you going?

To hell.

I know a shortcut, I can take you if you want.

GO RIDE IS NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE IN YOUR AREA

What, you need to keep an eye on me?

I'm not on the clock and I don't do overtime.

So?

It's not like you have a lot of options.

I need to talk to you.

Paco and your mother were very close.

I know.

HOURS EARLIER

Yes, but what you don't know

is that he was never able to limit his feelings.

He fell madly in love with Beatriz.

Then he became her slave.

Did my mom know?

Yes, and she ignored him.

Her rejection hurt him a lot.

Do you think he killed her?

Is that what you think?

I'm not going to deny that I've considered it.

And believe me...

it would hurt me as much as you.

Hi.

Why did you tell Sandra about us?

Sorry.

I thought you might want to talk to someone.

I'm off to work.

You wanted to go to hell? Well...

we're on the right track.

I must be really fucked up

to get drunk with the police officer

who want to screw us all over.

I just want to find the culprit.

And so does my husband.

But he's dying...

for it to be Jacobo.

Why?

Because Beatriz could never accept

that I fell in love with her adopted son

and not with her real son.

And Andrés knows it.

Jacobo and you...

You two...

No.

No.

And that's enough questions...

officer.

Officer.

I know you asked to speak with the whole family,

but I have an engagement that I cannot postpone.

I'm not here to interrogate you.

I'm here to ask for your help in resolving this matter.

My help?

I don't understand how I could help you.

I already told you everything I remember about that day.

What if what I want to know isn't related

to the day your mother died?

What do you mean?

Tell me about Beatriz.

About the family, your relationship.

You were closest to her, right?

The day I'm called in for questioning...

I'll gladly tell you everything, even her favorite color.

See you then.

I know you want to find the killer as much as I do.

Talk to me.

Tell me what you know.

However insignificant it may seem to you.

Trust me.

I can help you.

Where the hell are you?

Last night was the last time you humiliate me.

Stop the bullshit, Isabella.

The prosecution wants the whole family to be close by,

do you understand?

I don't give a shit about the prosecution.

You're not going to step on me anymore,

I'm going to make you swallow all your shit, Juan.

What the hell are you talking about?

Please.

And well...

As I was saying...

Who gave the poisoned flowers to Beatriz?

You.

Who manages the crops?

You.

Who is the only one who knew what was going on there?

I didn't and don't know.

There are no flowers on public sale from that greenhouse,

so I don't know anything about...

Who manages that area, Mr. Rivera?

Leonor.

She and Mrs. Beatriz designed the greenhouse

exclusively for tourists.

They were very fond of it.

That's where they started the business.

According to the prosecution,

Beatriz Zamudio owned the hotel and the fields.

They were partners.

Then, Mrs. Beatriz bought out Leonor's shares.

So Leonor Liberstein also knows about the crops.

She's a botanist.

No one knows more about flowers and crops than she does.

Excuse me, Mr. Mendoza?

This was left for you at the front desk.

Thank you.

The laboratory confirmed that

the wolfsbane was grown in the special greenhouse.

Find the botanist.

We need to talk to her today.

- Yes. - Urgently.

- Excuse me, Mr. Prosecutor. - Yes?

Here is the list of guests

registered in the last few days.

- Thank you. - Excuse me.

What the hell?

Did you know about this?

I want Sandra Fitzgerald's room number.

You don't need to go up.

You have 15 minutes to get out of here.

I'm here on a personal matter.

Don't bullshit me.

If you don't leave,

I'll arrest you for obstructing this investigation.

Fine. Throw me in jail for a few days.

If that helps you realize how wrong you are,

I don't care.

Federico, Sandra can help.

Don't bust my balls.

You know that with one call

your careers are over.

You have 15 minutes to get out of here.

I told you it wasn't a good idea.

We have to get to know them from the inside.

All set.

Humberto was accused of killing his wife.

But he didn't kill her.

He didn't have that look those who have lost their souls have.

Why couldn't he prove his innocence?

He never wanted to.

He and the elegant lady

who came to visit him

wanted him to stay here.

Why?

To protect their son.

When did you come into my room?

Yesterday.

While the whole greenhouse thing was going on.

I swear I didn't kill her.

I pray you didn't.

But I'm not so sure I can believe you anymore.

Jacobo, I have never lied to you, and if I did it was...

Because my mom asked you to.

You did everything she said.

Everything she needed to please her.

Because you were in love with her.

You can't deny that.

Why did you have it?

Yes, I was in love with her.

I loved her.

But I knew I would never be able to have her.

She was in love with someone else.

I took the ring

before the prosecution arrived to take all her things.

This was her heart.

And I wanted to have it...

even if only once.

I asked Mom if Eduardo had given her that ring.

She said no.

Eduardo was just an illusion.

She loved someone else.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Who gave you this envelope?

- I don't know, sir. - What do you mean you don't...

Who put it in your hand?

Sir, I got it at the front desk.

I imagine it came with the mail.

Fuck.

That greenhouse,

the crops,

the entire hotel...

are my life and Beatriz was like my sister.

I imagine this must be very painful for you.

I'm going to be honest, Leonor.

There's something I don't understand.

If, as you say, this place is your life,

why did you sell it to Beatriz?

At the time, I thought it was the best option.

And what do you think now?

It was the best thing I could do.

When Beatriz bought my share of the business

she was very generous.

And a very good consolation prize

was making her manager of a hotel in the chain.

I'm not just an administrator.

I was Beatriz's right hand,

her advisor, her confidante.

As I told you,

practically her sister.

Mrs. Zamudio's business...

We built it up between the two of us.

Don't you find it odd

that we found the toxic ingredient

that killed Beatriz in the flowers in your business?

Well,

you're the botanist, from what I understand.

I have no idea

why Beatriz's killer used that poison.

But if I had wanted to kill my friend...

would have done it a long time ago.

...is crucial to your efforts to maintain order

at the U.S.-Mexico border,

but how effective is this policy in reality?

Well, if you see the number of people who are entering...

I figured you'd be here.

You're a great detective.

What surprises me is, what are you doing here?

I mean, because the press still doesn't know about us.

Honey...

I know I was wrong,

you went through a traumatizing event and I...

Damn it.

I'm an idiot.

- Forgive me. - What do you want?

Come back.

The prosecution wants us all to be close by.

Now you care about me.

Look, if you want to file a report,

let's go together.

I'm not going to leave you alone for another moment.

Don't worry, I'm not going to talk.

What?

You're right,

I don't think it's necessary to make a bigger problem

out of this.

...which was temporary,

as we were initially talking about...

I was told you left the hotel.

I'm coming to your house.

I need to talk to you, it's urgent.

- Thanks. - Jacobo.

Do you have a minute?

What do you want?

Well, to tell you I know what you're going through.

And you can count on me.

Are you drunk or what?

I imagine it can't be easy to find out

that your real father is a criminal.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Don't worry,

even if your real father is a murderer,

I want you to know I'll always support you.

That's what family's for.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

Don't get violent.

I just came to tell you that you can count on me.

After everything you've said to me,

a text from you is a miracle.

What did you tell Andrés about my dad?

Forgive me.

I swear I didn't want to. Andrés forced me to.

What the hell did you tell him?

That your dad was alive and that Beatriz knew it.

Forgive me.

Damn it.

Andrés doesn't have any evidence.

I returned the letter that was in that box.

It's your word against his!

Jacobo.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me, please.

Before you do anything to screw me over,

I swear I'm capable of killing you, Isabella.

You gargantuan bitch!

Who did this to my car?

I don't know.

You don't know?

What the hell are you doing here then?

Grab your stuff and get out.

Enough.

I knew you'd be here.

Jacobo knows I was in love with Beatriz.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

Looks like we are two peas in a pod.

My Beatriz.

Yes?

Come up.

I came to accept your offer.

Here's the evidence that confirms Jacobo

is my mother's murderer.

POLLEN