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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

SIX YEARS EARLIER

GONZALO - 12 MISSED CALLS

This is Gonzalo.
I can't pick up right now.

-Leave a message.
-Pick up, damn it!

Dad?

Did you hear what I just said?
He asked me not to tell you.

But I find it insulting
the entire family knows but you.

What?

They're having an engagement party
at Grandma's house.

Engagement?

He's getting married?

I had no idea.

Was I right to tell you?

Listen, I didn't want you to think
I was on his side.

You did the right thing.

You should come.

First, you need to forget the idea
that Cecilia killed your father.

Your father wouldn't want, by any means,
to have Cecilia Carranza behind bars

while your cousins enjoy Monarca.

What he wanted
was for you to take them down.

And how do I do that?

Well, that was clear
in the letter I gave you.

"…built on a series of lies.
The biggest one being

the one that hides the truth
about my brother Fausto's death."

Your father was certain
that Fausto was murdered.

Can't you see? If we can prove this,

it means they covered up the crime

and they would automatically lose
their inheritance.

But finding evidence to prove it
is very hard.

No.

No, I know where there's evidence.

-They'd lose Monarca.
-Right.

Who would it go to?

Look, I looked up the legal precedent.

And listen, in order of succession,

in the absence of any direct descendants,
it would go to the nieces and nephews.

But according to this,

they'd forfeit the inheritance.

And you're the only niece.

Which would make Monarca all yours.

Vegan.

Gluten free.

Dairy free, yes.

Omega-3?

What's Omega-3?

Yeah, I guess.

See you then, thank you.

You little thief!

You were on the phone for ages.

Why the makeover?

What about it?

I don't know, I was over my curls.

What's his name?

-Whose?
-Is he from school?

-You're crazy.
-Am I crazy?

Camila, I'm your mom.
Of course I'd notice.

If I admit it, will you back off?

We don't mean any harm,
we just want you to open up.

Enough with the third degree.
I've lost my appetite.

Excuse me, I'm out.

-How convenient.
-Cami, really? Coward!

Either one will suit you perfectly.

Well, that's helpful.

Hey,

don't you want to tell your dad?

No.

We don't need him.

Hey… come here.

What?

Moving on to more interesting subjects…

What are you doing?

We have to go to the airport
to pick up my parents.

But…

they still have to land…

Pick up their luggage

and then call us…

My son was almost killed,
and I find out through my lawyer?

Your son is fine.

-I made sure he got the proper care.
-I want him out, now.

We've punished the aggressors.

-They won't go near Pablo again.
-Fuck.

It was you, wasn't it?

You tortured him
to get more money out of me.

How much, prick?

-How much do you want?
-It's not a matter of money.

But we can't release him two months early.
The press would pummel me.

The press will pummel you

when they find out you torture kids
at your facility.

How much?

Two million pesos.

Once Pablo is out, you'll get the money.

Thank you.

You can keep everything.

Cool, bro.

Pablo…

I don't want you to be alone.

Take the Chief with you.

Thanks.

He'll always be with you.

Now, go.

Mom.

What are we doing here, Sofía?

You said we'd stay a few days,
but you look all settled in.

I want this to be over too
and go back to Monterrey.

So, tell me, tell me when,
give me a date, a month,

because I don't think
this is good for Nico.

No.

Don't give me that.

You insisted Nico should come.
I said no, but you ignored me.

I'm trying to be patient here,
but you're making it hard.

So, stop trying, Ignacio.

You're not doing me any favors.

Why are you always against me?

-I'm always--
-Sorry.

I just wanted to know if Nico is with you.

Do you see him here?

I can't find him.
I checked the living room, his room--

You can't find him?

-Where were you, Nati?
-I went to the drug store.

Go to the front desk and call the cops.
I'll go look for him.

-I already looked.
-This can't be.

Patricia Beltrán?

-Hello.
-Hi, how may I help you?

I'd like to get a DNA test.

Sure. This way. Follow me.

Come in.

There are different tests.

A good option for now is a cheek swab,

but a blood test would be better.

I need this test to be
as discreet as possible.

My family can't find out.

Okay.

Well, we can work
with a disposable tissue paper.

Anything with saliva, really,

like a cigarette or chewing gum.

Even a drinking glass,

for each member of the family.

What if one of them is dead?

Hey, have you seen this kid? He's my son.

He's wearing glasses and a backpack.
Have you seen him?

-I haven't, man.
-Thanks.

Have you checked the cameras?

I have to be sure he left the hotel.

We're on it.

It takes a while to download
the video files from the server.

Well, hurry up, there's a child missing.

Hello?

I'm on my way.

So…

Today's my cousin's engagement dinner,

and I'd like you
to come with me and meet my mom.

I'd love to, but I don't think
it's the right time for that.

I hate lying to my mom,
and I'd like you to meet her.

Do you think Mrs. Cecilia Carranza

will like the idea
of me dating her granddaughter?

Are you scared of a 72-year-old lady?

No, I'm scared of the owner
of the foundation.

She won't fire you for dating me.

I don't think anyone will approve
of you dating a man twice your age.

If we want this to go somewhere…

I think we should keep it
a secret for a while.

I promise we'll find the right time
to tell them about us.

-Okay?
-Fine, there's no rush.

Rock, paper, scissors!

Rock, paper, scissors!

Oh, kiddo!

Where were you?

Why did you wander off?

I don't like it when you fight.

Forgive me, okay?

-Want another ice cream?
-Yes!

-For you too?
-Yes.

-Lemon?
-Lemon.

I called you as soon as he contacted me.

Thank you so much.

I swear I felt like I was dying.

I can't even begin to imagine.

Being cooped up in that hotel
has been draining on all of us.

Well, it's temporary.

-No.
-All crises come to an end.

I don't think so, this is different.
He's not coping well.

-That was fast!
-Thank you.

Thank you.

-Cheers.
-Nicolás.

Are you okay?

-Why did you run away?
-I'm sorry, Mom.

Promise me you won't do that ever again.

Thank you.

But next time, call me directly, please.

Shall we?

Bye, Aunt.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Eighteen years ago,

when I pitched Monarca Hotels
to my father,

he told me it was the stupidest idea
he'd ever heard.

Well, he lacked vision, huh?

The government is on my throat
with the construction division

and the cartels with the distillery.

My dad couldn't see it
and neither could my siblings…

but Monarca Hotels

are the future of the company.

They must be the crown jewel.

How many hotels are you building?

Zero.

Santini Hotels.

I'm buying them.

Okay.

I don't know much about hotels,
but I do know…

Mr. Everardo Santini is old and bitter

and isn't interested at all
in starting new partnerships.

Get me a meeting with him.

Say what you must,
anything to make him agree to see me.

I'll take care of it.

Your welcome-back present, baby.

Thanks, Mom.

But it's too much.

New life, new car.

A complete rebirth.

Want to drive it?

Maybe later.

What's with the cross?

It's nothing.

Well, we could order pizza
and watch a movie.

Isn't Gonzalo's dinner today?

Yes, but if you're tired,
we don't have to go.

I want to go.

Are you sure you're up for it?

Yes, I want to see my cousins.

Okay, it's your call.

Great.

When your dad found out Rosa had cancer,

he pulled all the strings
at the best hospitals.

-You know what he was like.
-He really appreciated you.

And I appreciated him too.

I hope the snakes that killed him
suffer a slow death.

In fact, that's why I'm here.

I need to ask you
to talk to your contacts in Jalisco.

Sure, what for?

I need a court order

to enter the Monarca estate.

I have news.

Good news and bad news.

The good news
is I got you a meeting with Everardo.

The bad news is the meeting is tonight.

-At the Santini Hotel in Morelia.
-No…

Impossible, today is Gonzalo's party.

I tried to move it, but his assistant
told me he's only available tonight.

In that case,
we should stand him up, right?

After everything
that old geezer did to you.

-Let's go.
-Okay.

I'll get the jet ready, excuse me.

May I ask you something?

Why are you so determined
to buy those hotels?

When my dad rejected this project,

I offered it to Everardo,

but he said that ecotourism
wouldn't work in this country.

That sustainable hotels
weren't profitable,

and that they were only
for stoners and hippies.

He mocked me to my face, insulted me.

Two years later,

he broke ground
with the first of his 53 Santini Hotels.

He used my ideas,
my blueprints, my mock-ups.

What a piece of shit.

Why all this insistence?

Monarca Corp. is interested
in buying your hotels, so--

-I'm not interested.
-Dad.

Listen to his offer,
it might be a good deal.

No one asked for your opinion.

-Allow me to make--
-I allow you nothing, Andrés.

I agreed to this meeting to make it clear

that I'm not willing to sell
my hotels to anyone.

This is a family business, understood?
Family only.

Perhaps this isn't a good time.

Santini got to where it is
because my ideas were executed,

because I have vision, unlike you.

Pablo, what happened to your hair?

-Hair grows, Granny.
-Lots of aloe vera and honey.

-Doesn't he look handsome?
-Yes.

The happy couple is here!

Hello, good evening.

-Good evening.
-Nice to meet you, I'm Ana María.

-Welcome.
-These are my parents.

It's a pleasure.

-Should we have a drink?
-Of course.

-Right?
-Of course.

You look different.

You couldn't be
the only one with a makeover.

I heard you're working at the foundation.

-Yes.
-Nice.

I called you, but…

Yes, I know, sorry.
I didn't take any calls.

Itzel was telling me
you have a restaurant.

That's right, it's simple food, but ours.

It's near Master Toledo's studio.

-Oh, I see.
-There.

It's crazy good.

You must go whenever you visit Oaxaca.

Their grilled snapper with grasshoppers…

-Sounds delicious.
-It's to die for.

I can't stomach the thought
of eating bugs, though.

-Sorry…
-Good evening.

A little late, but I'm here.

Mr. Carranza, welcome.

You're just in time.

Thank you.

I want to introduce you to my parents.

It'll be an honor.

-Good evening.
-Good evening, Xóchitl.

Joaquín Carranza.

Ramiro de la Rosa.

This is wonderful, Mrs. Cecilia.

-Thanks.
-Congratulations, thank you.

All praise belongs to Ana María.

She set up this whole thing.

Do you also cook?

No, no.

These hands
are incapable of frying an egg.

But they sure can write.

Are you a writer?

I'm a historian, but yes,

I've written a couple novels.

I wanted to study history,
but ended up in journalism.

Are you writing now?

Yes, I'm writing a text,

a book about the destruction
of indigenous heritage.

How interesting.

Although I think the Spanish conquest
was the best thing to happen to Mexico.

Yes! We'd still be wearing loincloths
and making human sacrifices.

You sound so smart, Ximena.

I know, right?
We're not the only ones who feel this way.

-That's a shame.
-Am I not right, brother-in-law?

Well, no.

I wouldn't venture an opinion
in the presence of a historian.

-Cheers, everyone.
-Cheers.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

Can I please get a whiskey on the rocks?
And take that away.

Right away. Excuse me.

-Thank you.
-Excuse me.

-I'm heading that way.
-Okay.

-I'll take it.
-All right.

-Michelle.
-Andrés.

Hello, Michelle.

I'm sorry you came for nothing.

Nothing in life is ever a waste.

Andrés, my dad loves these hotels
as much as his children, if not more.

I know.

Hey, would you like to go for a drink?

I can't.

Let's get a nightcap and talk some more.

When was the last time we hung out?

Come on, say yes.

What's up, Ro? You okay?

I have to go, I'll see you later.

-Where are you going this late?
-To the office.

Auntie Ximena asked me
to finish something.

-To work?
-Yes.

-It's late to be working.
-Well…

-Listen…
-Don't make this complicated.

Can't you see
she's doing this to mess with me?

-Yes.
-So, then?

I have to go.

-Don't go.
-Don't say anything.

-Rodrigo.
-Please, Mom.

Have you seen Sara?

-No.
-Is she okay?

She changed schools.

She also shut down all her social media.

People say
she doesn't even leave her house.

Was it really necessary

to send Rodrigo back to the office
at this time?

-Yes, if he doesn't like it, he can quit.
-No, it's not that.

He has nothing to do with our issues.

Don't worry.

I'll look after him the same way
you looked after Pablo.

I was sent in to interview
the head chef at Mexico's best restaurant

and when I got there, I saw Gonzalo.

I got my tape recorder out,
and we talked for hours on end.

I was surprised with how humble,

funny, and handsome he was.

Everything was great
until the actual chef showed up.

Turns out Gonzalo
was only dropping off his CV.

And what did you say?

Nothing, I couldn't risk her leaving.

Nothing can stop Gonzalo.

It only took him two days
to get his first apartment.

I remember clearly
because my mom had just died…

and I was feeling like shit.

But nothing can stop Gonzalo.

And now you're getting married

just when my life is fucked up again.

Lou…

Come with me, sweetie.

Lourdes.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Gonzalo, stay here.

Okay!

-Okay.
-Yeah.

-Hey, I'll catch you inside.
-All right. This way.

Hello?

Finally! It's about time you picked up.

Xime, I was busy.

Hey, I'm still in Morelia,
I'll be back tomorrow.

Why is there music? Where are you?

I'm at a bar, working.

I don't like the idea
of you being alone with Jonás.

Honey, I can't hear you.

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

Bye!

-What?
-This is very important to your brother.

She's taking him away from us,
and you're doing nothing.

You have to understand your brother
is entitled to start his own family.

-And if he chose her as his family--
-What about me?

What about you?

I don't want to be all alone.

No.

You won't be alone.

How do you know?

You have me.

My darling.

What do you need, Andrés?

Look, we don't know
each other that well, but…

Your dad wants you to devote your life
to a business you have no interest in.

And he doesn't even let you
make any decisions.

You're trapped.

Tell me I'm wrong.

-I don't know.
-I can help you.

And you can help me.

All right…

Let's suppose for a moment
I'm not interested in the hotels.

Why would I sell them to you?

Because that way
you could stick it to your dad.

I want to dance.

How are you doing?

I'm still not over the scare.

Me neither.

Want to go get some dinner?

It'd be good to get out,
spend some time on our own.

I'd like that…

but can it be tomorrow?

I have to sign some documents
in Jalisco right now.

Right now?

What kind of documents can be so urgent?

Just paperwork.

But once this is done…

we can go.

Go back to Monterrey.

Ignacio, I want us to be all right.

So do I.

We're going to Jalisco with you.

Thanks, but…

I don't want us to be dragging
Nicolás from one city to another.

I'd rather go on my own
and come back tomorrow morning, okay?

As you wish.

-I'll take a shower.
-Okay.

Money won't sway him.

He won't be able to spend it.

Then, how?

Think about it.

My dad has cancer.

He only has days, a month.

At the most.

I'm sorry.

What?

I'm sorry.

Although we just got together recently…

Itzel and I feel like we've known
each other for many lifetimes.

Right?

Even though tradition dictates

that this is where I ask for her hand,

I'd like to ask her directly.

I know we already did this, but…

will you marry me?

Yes.

Bravo! Congratulations, my dear.

-To the happy couple!
-Sorry.

I'm sorry to interrupt this moment,
I just want to give you a gift.

I know you got her a ring,

but I'm sure your mom would've liked her

to have her engagement ring.

Thank you so much.

Well, congratulations.

-Thank you.
-Are you serious?

Not now, Lourdes.

What in the hell gives you
the right to give her my mom's ring?

-Don't talk to me like that. Enough.
-I'm not the one with a problem here.

Don't you realize she got pregnant
to worm her way into our family?

Shut up, Lourdes!

Doesn't anyone see this?

Lourdes, please.

Are you pregnant, honey?

Yes.

We were going to tell you
before you went back to Oaxaca.

Gonzalo, what's the rush?

I didn't expect this from you.

Please… we're here
to celebrate Gonzalo and Itzel.

-The least we can do is--
-Fuck you!

Michelle…

don't hang up.

So, I'm going to be a granddad?

I am a bit young.

Well, congratulations.

I'm sure you're going to be…

an excellent father.

If you wonder what not to do,

take me as an example.

How far along is her pregnancy?

Nine weeks.

Isn't that when their fingers
start to form?

Yes.

When your mom told me
we were expecting you,

I remember…

it kept me up all through the night and…

Everything scared me.

The pregnancy…

the delivery.

Your health.

I was scared to die and not be there…

for you.

Congratulations, son.

All that matters

is your wife and your baby.

Nothing else.

Thanks.

Can I hug you?

-I'll go with Itzel.
-Yes.

Don't you want to put your pajamas on?

No, I'm just going to rest
for a little while.

The food was so bland.

Next time, do as I say.

Tonight wasn't for us,
it was for the lovebirds.

Get some rest.

Hello?

What?

Yes, yes, thank you.

Everything's ready.

Mom!

Mom, Lou won't come out of the bathroom
and won't answer me.

Lou, open up.

-Lourdes, open the door!
-Open up!

-Open the door!
-Lou!

-What?
-Lourdes, I'm not mad at you, open up!

-There must be a spare key.
-Please.

-Lou, open the door!
-Move aside.

There!

An ambulance.

-Call an ambulance!
-Lou…

Call an ambulance, quick!

Good evening.

We have a warrant to search the property.

What's going on, Sofía?

These men are investigating
the murder of my uncle Fausto, Fermín.

You want to dig up his coffin?
Are you crazy or what?

I know you're trying to protect them.

But they're not what you think.

Don't make us do this by force, Fermín.

You're making a big mistake, Sofía.

They killed my uncle, Fermín.

I'll prove it to you.

You can't come in. Please…

Why are they not opening it?

You picked the wrong side, Fermín.

-The seizures subsided.
-Where is she?

-She's still critical.
-I need to see her.

Joaquín, let her recover.

-Let's sit down--
-Dad!

You can't go in.

-There's nothing you can do.
-Dad!

Sir, you can't go in there.

-Calm down.
-Please, sir.

Sir…

Sir!