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I've been planning this moment
for 20 years.

PREVIOUSLY

I want him
to fall madly in love with me.

That's Letizia Zubiría Escobar,

the heir to one of the largest fortunes
in all of Spain.

Fausto Saavedra…

Will be the one who leads me by the hand

-back to that lion's den.
-Go on now.

I'll get my revenge on him.

And on everyone who planned
and covered up my mother's death.

Open the door!

You can come on in now.

I need an ambulance, urgently.

You're bringing nothing but misfortune

to this town, Fausto.

-I can't believe I'm here.
-You'll never want to leave.

WELCOME TO VILLA iOS CÓNDORES

Because to steal
my inheritance from me,

they took the only valuable thing
in my life…

Love.

I'm begging you, Miriam, please.

We've looked everywhere,
and there's no sign of Malena.

This isn't the first time

that girl has slipped away
from you, Carmen.

No, I can't send a patrol
every time she takes off.

Oh, but she's all alone!

It's dangerous for her to be out there
in the middle of a storm.

Please, ask the boys
to take a look around.

Laura's house caught fire, Carmen.

All my officers are already tied up.
I can't send anyone your way.

What? Laura's house caught fire?

The nurse?

Even the firefighters from Manzano
came over. They couldn't put it out.

Oh, please tell me that they're both okay.

I don't know. Hang on, Guzmán's here.
Did they rescue Laura and the girl?

They both died.

Clarita.

Clarita. Clarita.

How did you make it all the way here?
God our Father must have guided you.

Were you at home when it all started?

Well, don't worry.

I bet your mom got you out
when the fire started.

I'm sure she's all right.

-I'm sure she'll be here soon.
-They killed her.

Who did they kill?

There were three men.

They killed them
and burned everything down.

Who did they kill?

My mom and Malena.

Malena got away yesterday in Laura's car.

It's obvious that they confused her
with Clarita.

I have no doubt that they wanted
to get rid of Correa Llorens's heir.

I need to protect her.
I have to take her out of town.

-Take her away. I'll be praying for you.
-Thank you.

Just stay still
and don't get up for any reason.

Clara, cover up with those blankets
and be quiet.

What's going on, Sosa?

It's the same story every winter.
One act of carelessness leads to tragedy.

The mother and daughter are both gone,
and as a father, it's heartbreaking.

And what about your face?
What happened to you?

The firefighters were taking too long,

so I tried to put out the fire myself
and got cut on some glass. It was no use.

-Can I go through?
-Yes, go ahead, Sister. Thank you.

-He was the one.
-What?

The one that killed my mom.

-Commissioner?
-He's no fool, huh?

-Beg your pardon?
-Saavedra.

He brought the little Spanish girl
after all. What a hot piece.

Allow me.

-Thank you.
-Please.

-How lovely!
-You noticed? Isn't it a nice place?

-Excuse me, Fausto.
-Yes, go ahead.

If you're not gonna need me,

I'll take care
of the paperwork I mentioned.

Go for it, no worries, go on.
Take the afternoon off.

Thanks. Excuse me.

Bye.

As you can tell, this place is among
the top one hundred restaurants

in the world, did you know?

I'm familiar with all the lists
of the top restaurants in the world,

and this one's not on any.

You're so Argentine.

For you, it's always about
how yours is the best.

Don't be mistaken.
I always choose the best.

The best car, the best woman,
the best restaurant.

Interesting.

We're saying I'm one of your assets,
let's pretend.

I'd come after the car,
but before the restaurant, thank goodness.

Oh, boy, here we go
with the deconstruction lesson.

No, more than deconstruction,

we need to tear it down
and rebuild it from scratch.

-How are you?
-Welcome?

-Hello.
-How are you?

-Menus for you.
-That's not necessary.

Please tell the chef
to prepare a tasting for us.

-Tell her it's for me.
-All right. Perfect.

And do me a favor,
please take the lady's hat with you.

-Yes.
-Thank you.

-No, of course.
-Oh, so you'll choose

what I'm gonna eat as well.

You know what?
In Spain, you were in charge, but here,

I call the shots.

I want you to try
the best Patagonian products, honey.

The only Patagonian product
that interests me is right in front of me.

-And I've already had it.
-And what did you think?

The best thing I've ever tasted.

-Would you try it again?
-Right now.

Oh, baby, don't say that
or I'll kick everyone out

and we'll have another taste
right here on this table.

No, Fausto. No, you make me blush.

-How are you doing?
-Osvaldo, how's it going?

-All right.
-All good?

Let me introduce you.
This is Letizia, my girlfriend.

-Sosa, the town's commissioner.
-It's a pleasure.

Likewise. Commissioner?

That's great. It's always good
to have a commissioner nearby.

All the same, you might wanna make friends
with Guzmán, the deputy commissioner,

'cause this old man's gonna retire
any moment.

I still got gas in the tank, Saavedra.

Stop messing around, Osvaldo.

Don't be idiots and don't draw attention.

-I really enjoy my job.
-No need to explain. He's like that too.

He likes going through life
tormenting people.

You should enjoy your final days.

I retired you,
but she straight-up killed you.

No, c'mon, what do you mean, "kill"?
Of work, final days of work.

I understand. Enjoy your meal.

-Thank you.
-You too, Osvaldo. See you in a bit.

-How sweet. Mm.
-A good friend.

What's up, David?

-What's up?
-Did you call me through the app?

-Yes, I did.
-What happened to Saavedra?

-Did all his cars break down?
-Something like that.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to make
some extra cash, right?

It never hurts to earn
some extra cash, huh?

C'mon, c'mon.

Rare, just how you like it, commissioner.

-Thanks.
-Please enjoy.

Are you saying that the stocks
can actually go up with that?

-They have to go up.
-So, everything tasting good?

Mailén, impeccable as always.
Let me introduce you to Mailén,

the magical hands of Los Cóndores,
our star performer.

-Pleased to meet you.
-Hey, it's a pleasure.

The truth is, I haven't eaten this well
in a long time.

-Everything is amazing.
-Oh, thank you.

Take what Letizia says seriously.

She's eaten at the best restaurants
in the world.

-Honey!
-Oh, what an honor.

Well, make sure to leave space
for dessert.

-Thanks so much.
-Thank you.

-How's everything, Walter?
-Fine.

-What are you doing here, Walter?
-I came to eat. What, can't I?

-And what can I get you? Tap water?
-Yes, and a bowl of peanuts.

C'mon, Walter. You can't take up a table.
You came to snoop.

-Oh, I came to eat, Betina.
-You're such a cheapskate,

we'd need a court order to get
a dime out of you. Come on, just go.

Look, I'm hungry, I have money,
but above all things, I have a right.

-Hey.
-Hello.

-Hey.
-Oh, well, I see you've already started.

If you'd gotten back to us,
we would've waited for you, Fernando.

Well, I dunno, you see,
Mom is letting herself die.

If I don't feed her myself, she won't eat.

Aren't you gonna introduce yourself?

-Yes. Fernando, nice to meet you.
-Letizia, how are you?

I was really looking forward
to meeting you.

Now say sorry for showing up
without a proper hello.

Yeah, well, sorry,
it's just that my mom…

No worries, you don't need to explain.
I'm also a child of divorced parents.

Yeah, but you're not the child
of my divorced mother.

Is this honeycomb honey?

C & M PEDRAZA REAL ESTATE

So, how's the show going, Mom?

Fernando just went in.
It seems like they're doing introductions.

Let me tell you,
the girl is gorgeous, you know?

-Much more striking than in the photos.
-Okay, quit snooping and let's head out.

I'm gonna go talk to Sosa, be right back.

Could you tell me?
You do the… the horse breaking, right?

Your dad told me. How is that?
It sounds fascinating.

Listen, I have no idea
what the hell you're doing here

or what you want with my dad,

but I'm sure you're just a gold digger
who wants his money.

Let me tell you, that won't turn out well.

The longer you stick around,
the worse it's gonna get.

On top of that, you'll walk away
with nothing. That clear?

-Still laughing at me?
-No.

We were talking about things
from our generation.

-Uh-huh.
-You see we're about the same age.

-Well, I don't know, I'm 30. You?
-I'm 25.

Hi, honey.

-Hi.
-Hey. Did you finish your shift?

-No.
-But you said it was urgent.

-Yes, well, I need to show you something.
-Hi, Carlos. What's up?

María, good afternoon.

-How are you, sweetheart?
-How are you? Good?

Glad to hear it.

-So? What do you think?
-About what?

What do you mean, "about what"? The house.

-It's a beautiful house.
-It came in today,

and Dad hasn't posted it
on the website yet.

-And if we like it, we can keep it.
-It's too much.

I know it's too much,
but Dad wants to help…

But we already know
we don't have enough for that.

But he wants to help us
and can offer us flexible payments.

I don't like getting things
for free, Mili.

-It's not…
-You know that.

-It's not a gift. Don't be proud.
-We've talked about it.

-He wants to help us. Right, Dad?
-Of course, sweetie, always.

-Both of you.
-Thanks, Dad.

See? Come on, don't be proud.
If you like the house, tell me.

-Do you like it or not?
-I like it. It's a beautiful house.

-Well, then…
-But no.

-What do you mean, "no"?
-I don't know. Let's think about it.

Boys!

-How are you doing?
-I was looking for you.

Would you like to earn some extra money?

We're fully booked today, Mrs. Saavedra.

If you'd like, we can do it
first thing tomorrow morning.

No, no! No, I don't need you to empty
the septic tank today.

So, what do you need?

-Manure. Manure.
-Manure.

-Turn right.
-You know I could turn left, right?

No, no, no. Turn right.

-But aren't you heading to the estate?
-No.

'Cause they just opened the road,
you know?

I'm not going to Fausto's.

-Are you going to the cemetery?
-Not there either.

But we're almost there.
Keep going.

Been a pleasure, Letizia.
Hope to see you soon, huh?

Absolutely.
We're gonna see each other very often

-because I'm gonna be around for a while.
-That's great.

-Well, bye, Dad.
-Bye.

-See you.
-Talk to you later.

-Bye, wish you well.
-See you.

Your son is so sweet. Very polite.
Just like you.

-You are much too kind, I think.
-No, I'm being honest. Thank you, hon.

What are you doing, Marichu?
What are you doing?

-How does this work? The lever?
-What are you doing, ma'am?

What was this lever… I paid you.
I paid you well.

…you said it was for manure.

Don't touch me.
We're gonna spray some manure. Let's see.

-Eat shit!
-What are you doing?

Shit!

-Eat shit!
-Leave that alone!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

-So much shit, Fausto's shit!
-You crazy bitch.

I'll shove that hose down your throat,

-and you'll eat shit…
-Oh, yeah?

-…until you explode. You'll see.
-Come here, hit me.

-C'mon. Show everyone who you are.
-What are you doing, Mom?

Show them. C'mon, you like it.
Show everyone who you are. C'mon.

Take her away before I rip her head off!

Let him, let him!
Let him rip my head off!

So that little bitch sees who she's with.
Oh, with that golden pussy.

You think you're so clever, don't you?

But you're not the first,
and you won't be the last. Let go of me!

Pop your pills,
that's all you're good for.

Can we all calm down a little?

Saavedra, please.
Let me, Saavedra, please.

Where do you want me to go?
You see my car

-and my girlfriend in there?
-Oh! "My girlfriend," he says.

You dirty old prick!
She could be your daughter.

-Can you calm down?
-Hey. You like them, huh?

Old geezers with saggy asses.

You must like that because
that impotent man can't even touch you…

You're done!

Don't touch her, Dad!

-It'll only make things worse.
-Are you filming?

Can you calm down a bit, please?

I want to report Fausto Saavedra

for assaulting and threatening me!

I have all these witnesses!
What's wrong, Sosa?

He hit me right in front of you.
What? Are you afraid of him?

All right, enough! I'm fed up with you.
Everyone to the police station. Romero.

I didn't touch her!

He kicked me out of my own house!
With my stuff!

-Enough! Let's go.
-You wrecked our home! You wrecked it!

-It all comes back! Let me go!
-Mom.

My home! My things!

-Honey.
-My things…

-C'mon, let's go. C'mon.
-Sorry, huh?

Just give me ten minutes and
I'll be back. Sorry.

Motherfucking piece of shit.

You wanna come with me?
My truck's just around the corner.

What a shame!

Don't worry. In a few days,
they'll forget all about it.

Let's go.

This old joint shut down
over 10 years ago, my friend.

You didn't know?

If you wanted a brothel,
you should've told me.

-I could take you to one at the crossing.
-No, no. I'm not looking for hookers.

-Check this out. Come on.
-What?

Yeah, I know, Saavedra's about to buy it.

But, look, these lands aren't even good
for brick making, y'know?

-No, no. It's not that.
-Oh. Oh, really?

No, I didn't come here to buy.

-Then what did you come for?
-For this…

You lost.

Marichu, you can't smoke in here.

Let her be. At least it helps mask
the stench of shit around her.

Whaddya waiting for
to file my complaint, Sosa?

For him to kill me? Is that what you want?

Dial them, call the Public
Prosecutor's Office right now.

Call the Women's Association
while you're at it. I'm waiting. Come on.

-One, two, three…
-We didn't see him hit you.

So, you're going to file a false report,
and that's a crime.

He hit me my whole life, and you know it.

I didn't know what to say
to explain away the bruises anymore.

On top of that,
I had to endure him saying,

"Marichu is a drunk, Marichu falls down
the stairs, Marichu is clumsy."

And the whole town saw him hit me.

You, Fernando,
did you see how your dad just hit me?

-Did you see or not?
-Mom…

-You're a coward. Coward.
-For now,

we're not going to file any complaints.

That is not your decision, Sosa.

I'll file a complaint against
whoever I want, whenever I want.

You know I've got so much to report?
So much to report! Hold on tight, yeah?

I switch on the fan,
and the shit will be flying nonstop.

Are you scared? Are you scared?

Let's not do anything
we might regret later, okay?

Oh, you know what? You're right.

There are things that people do
that they regret later.

Do you know what I feel?
It's time for some people

to start having regrets, right here.
For a bunch of things, huh?

Tiny dick, saggy ass.

I'm gonna switch on the fan
and let it rip!

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
She's a fucking nutcase.

You've got to take care of this.

The fuck you want me to do?

I've given her everything she wanted
and more.

You can't fix everything with money.

You know what? I'll go for a walk.
Can you drop me off here, please?

Don't you want me
to drive you home?

No… I don't mind at all.

No, no, no. It's fine.
Look, just stop wherever you can.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Walking will be good for me.

Thanks.

-Can I sit?
-Sure.

You know what?
I knew she'd take the separation badly,

but I never imagined it'd be this bad.

Yeah, it was crazy, right?
What just happened.

She's always been quite the character,

I mean…
It caught me off guard a bit too.

-Have you been living here long?
-Yeah, pretty much my whole life.

Aren't you… Spanish?
Well, that's what they say in town.

No, why so formal? There's no need.

-We're basically the same age.
-Oh.

Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
but my mom was Argentine.

-From which part?
-From Córdoba.

My parents met at a party,
fell in love, and left.

Still, we used to come back every year.
Do you know the place?

-What, Córdoba? Yes.
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah. It's really lovely.
Uh, the area with the reservoirs.

It's really nice.
Well, it's beautiful here too.

-Yes.
-How many siblings do you have?

Living, one.
The oldest one is no longer with us.

-Mm. Is that why you got that tattoo?
-Yeah. It's a long story.

And this one? It's kinda weird.

That was my first try.
It didn't go quite right.

-There's a nice story behind it too.
-Mm.

-Well, you can cover it up if you want.
-No. I like it like this.

-And you? You have any tattoos?
-Do you have time?

-Yes.
-I have a lot of tattoos.

But I'll tell you about them another time.
Thanks for the ride.

-No, please. It's a pleasure.
-I'd better go.

-Have a nice day.
-You too.

Hey…

Did you see what a scene that was?

I saw, I heard and smelled it too.

No, Marichu is
ready to be admitted, yeah?

That's gonna end badly.
But listen, I have some fresh news.

Fernando can't stand
the little Spanish girl.

He acts all nice when they're
around people, but when they were alone,

he showed his true colors.

And the little Spanish girl, oh…
what a beauty! A Russian doll, I swear.

A stunning girl
like I've never seen before.

Well, you didn't see me when I was young.

Sure, Rosa, I saw you.
I've seen your photos.

You were a knockout,
the beauty queen of Los Cóndores,

but she, no disrespect,
is a world beauty queen.

-What's that smell?
-Oh, Marichu.

It's like the smell precedes her.

You can go.

Go snoop around somewhere else.
What'd I tell you?

This is my place of work, ma'am.

Rosa, just whistle
if you need anything, okay?

You know
that I've always respected you, Rosa.

Sure, I hate you,
I've hated you, but I respect you.

Because you're not like the others.
You're discreet. Respectful.

You accepted your position
in second place, as the hidden mistress.

But that little slut
is a problem of a different nature.

She's not just another slut.
Do you get what I'm saying, Rosa?

That vile woman is a problem
for the both of us.

I'm sorry, I… I don't understand
what you're getting at, Marichu.

I'm here to propose an alliance, Rosa.

These motherfuckers, damn it.

-What's going on?
-With all the booze and pills,

it wouldn't be surprising
for her to have an accident.

What the fuck are you talking about?
Are you nuts?

How could I do that to my son?

If anything happens to Marichu,
it'd ruin poor Fernando's life.

No, it's not about him.
Marichu has you by the balls.

You might have traded her in
for a newer model,

but you wouldn't put on
a pair of underwear

without her picking
'em out for you.

For now, we'll keep it as it is,
no accidents.

Finally, David. Where the fuck are you?

I'm still in Manzano. The bank is packed.

Here's what you do.

Talk to Durán and say you're my guy.
He'll speed things up for you.

Then head over here because
that crazy Marichu covered my car in shit.

-What?
-You heard it right.

Anyway, you'll see it when you get here.

Wash it or burn it, I don't know,
just deal with it, okay?

Yeah, yeah, sure.
As soon as I'm done, I'll head there.

All right.

You're gonna regret it.
I'll give you a ride.

L... Listen to me, listen to me. What...
what can you take from me, huh?

What can you take? The only thing
I have is that old clunker parked outside.

What can you possibly take from me, David?

ANAHÍ
WHERE ARE YOU?

Huh?
I... I don't owe anything to your boss.

I... I don't owe anything to anyone.

I don't keep anyone's change, right?
No, no…

Shut the fuck up!

-Wait here, I'll be right back, okay?
-Where are you going, Mom?

Be right back, sweetheart.

-Letizia, right?
-Yes.

-Oh, we were waiting for you. Come in.
-Excuse me. Thank you.

-Excuse me.
-Yes, yes, come in, come in.

It's upstairs. Mr. Saavedra's not here,
he's on his way.

But if you'd like, in the meantime,
I can prepare something for you. Hmm?

No, thank you. I just had lunch.
I just want to shower and rest.

Oh, right,
considering what you went through.

Oh. I see that news
travels fast around here.

It's a small town, and we all know
each other. The video went viral.

Personally, I'm not a fan of gossip.

-And what's your name?
-Sandra, Sandrita.

Sandrita. I love gossip,
so give me all the details!

-Really?
-Yes. And use my first name.

Oh. Come on. I'll show you your room.

Yes.

Anything you need, ma'am…
I mean, Letizia.

-Yes.
-I'll be in the kitchen,

but I'll be back here in no time, huh?

-You can count on me.
-Perfect, I will.

-Yes.
-Do you know what I need?

-What?
-Don't let anyone bother me.

No one. Not even Fausto
when he comes, nobody.

Nobody. Perfect.

-Thank you so much.
-No, please.

Finally. I've been texting you
for two hours now.

You won't believe what happened to me.

What?
The car covered in shit?

You already heard the gossip too?
Is it done?

Yeah, it's done.
I left a horse for you in the stable.

Perfect. I'm on my way.

Is it because of Gutiérrez, David?

Listen to me, you…
you wanted to get the grandson for sure.

Now, he's the guy in charge.
I don't work there anymore.

I came for you.

But listen to me, I don't have two pennies
to rub together.

I don't want money. We're here
because I'm gonna blow your head off.

Come on, cut it out. Please, kid, come on.
Whaddya saying to me? I'm a good guy.

How many times have we hung out?

We've played pool together. We've…
We've done a thousand… What do I know?

-Hello, Díaz.
-Who is that?

Uh… What? But…
What the fuck did I do to you two?

-What did you do?
-You killed my sister.

-What?
-Think back, you son of a bitch.

Many years ago,
my little sister was nine years old

and you killed her in cold blood.

Did you think you killed
the nurse's daughter?

Huh? Laura Cortés? That ring a bell?

What is this, Sosa?

An easy job. But no…

That one wasn't Laura's daughter,
it was Malena!

My sister!

And Laura's daughter
was outside watching everything.

-And do you know who she was?
-No.

-Her.
-No, I…

Tell me, Díaz.
How much did Sosa pay you for the job?

What'd you do with the money?

You came here, right? That same night.

Karen! Karen!

Come here, come here, come here.
I'll give you four hundred dollars.

-You know what?
-Yes.

Can I spend the night with you after?

Thanks. All right, great.

You asked for the most expensive whore.

And a nice cold cider.

The next day, you bought a brand-new car.
The one outside, right?

You felt like a champion, I imagine.

Tell me,
was it worth killing a little girl

and an innocent woman in cold blood

for a cider, a car,
and an expensive whore?

-I'm sorry. No, please. Please!
-Shut up!

Forgive me. No, no… Please.

-Some things cannot be forgiven.
-Oh, forgive me, please!

Bon voyage, motherfucker.

Well, thank you, Sosa.

Listen to me.
Marichu is not a problem for you alone.

I told you that Marichu
is not to be touched.

And don't even think of doing anything
on your own because you'll end up shitting

in a bag, do you hear me?

Go on, laugh.

Osvaldo.

Copy.

Osvaldo, something happened.

It isn't life, it's people
who leave indelible marks like tattoos.

Tattoos are wounds,
injuries in the deep layers of the skin.

We tattoo what we don't want to forget,

but there are things
that we cannot forget,

that remain tattooed on our souls.

I've already gotten the door fixed.

-Uh-huh.
-Meaning that the lady

-didn't notice a thing.
-Well, I appreciate it, Sandra.

And she asked me especially
not to be disturbed by anyone.

I emphasize, anyone.

Mm. And what are you telling me?
That I can't go into my room?

No, how could I tell you that? No, no.
I'm telling you what the lady said.

She's divine, a ray of sunshine.

She was a little bit hurt
by the situation, but nothing serious.

Thank you, Sandra.
Thanks. I'll see you later.

Honey?

Hey. What's wrong?

I… bathe and bathe,
but I can't get rid of the smell.

My love.

I promise that you'll never have to go
through anything like that again.

Relax.

And the smell of blood
may go away.

But the memory of the smell of that blood
is impossible to erase.

-What the fuck is this?
-This is nothing. Come here.

The damage they do to us leaves marks.

But the damage we do
leaves marks too.

You're shaking.

Come on, sit down. Sit down. Relax.

Nothing can be right
when your soul is covered in scars.

It's gonna be all right, honey. I swear.

Once inked,
it can't be completely removed.

It can be covered up, removed by laser.

But there will always,
always be a mark.

A reminder of who we are
and what we have lived through.

DAUGHTER OF FIRE

Subtitles by Bert Van Oosterwijck