All language subtitles for Fake.Profile.S01E06.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

MAGRITTE THOMSON SCHOOL

Bye, Dad.

- Bye, Mommy. I love you.
- Bye, honey.

- Be good, both of you.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- Lucas, come here.

Don't tell anybody about anything
that happened at home this morning.

What about my phone?
When will I get it back?

When you grow up
and learn to respect other people.

Don't you realize
how serious this is?

If it was that serious,
you should have mentioned it before.

You're a son of a bitch, Miguel.

You're a son of a bitch
for doing this to me again.

Forgive me.

I've started to think, uh,
what you have is like a disease.

I don't think you do this

because you don't feel love
for your children, or for me.

No, I think you have an addiction.
A serious one.

And if you don't do something about it,
it will be pretty difficult

for you to even have a normal life.

Or shall I remind you
how we ended up the last time

after your thing with Ximena Santos?

I promise you, I'm gonna tell you
everything that happened.

Hmm.

And I'm sure you're gonna forgive me
because you're so perfect and...

Right, and since I'm so perfect,
I have to forgive you.

- Listen...
- So you can do this again.

- Listen to me...
- No, I don't wanna hear anymore of this!

I had enough of that goddamn video!

And seeing my son suffering
because of you! Because of you.

Angela, I cannot afford
to lose you or the kids.

What you can't afford to lose is this!
This is what you don't want to lose.

Because you love it.

- The luxuries, the trips, the cars...
- No, I don't.

...the parties. Let's be honest now.
That's why you married me, wasn't it?

- No, I did not marry you because of this.
- You love all of this!

But do you know what?
Let's stop this farce.

Hmm?

I want a divorce, Miguel.

FAKE PROFILE

If we get married at the restaurant,
we'll save money,

and we can use it for the honeymoon.
How about that?

But my father's paying for our trip.

Yes, my love, I know, but, uh,
maybe we could travel around longer,

or stay in Europe for a couple of months.

Cris, I can't travel right now,
especially not for that long.

Besides, this is crazy. We haven't
even picked our wedding date yet.

Look.

Let's wait 'til the restaurant
runs more smoothly,

and I promise,
then we'll go wherever you want.

I promise you.

- Promise?
- Mm-hmm.

- Are you sure?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah?
- Of course.

Cris. Cris, Cris, Cris, Cris!

Listen to me, hey.
I'm late for the restaurant.

- Sorry.
- But baby, hold on.

I'm sorry. I gotta go.

INTI: IT WAS INTENSE ON THE SEA YESTERDAY.
WE SHOULD DO IT AGAIN... NO DRAMA XOXO

Ximena won't pick up.

She has ignored
each and every one of my calls.

- Camila, don't assist. Don't...
- Here, let me use your phone.

- No, wait. I have information.
- She has to answer from your number.

I found something that might interest you.

Look.

María Ximena Santos Castañeda.

She owns a coffee shop.
Maybe we should pay her a visit.

I think you should just wait out here.
I need to talk to her in private first.

To try to win her trust. All right?

Yeah, all right.

Don't worry.

- Hi, good morning.
- Hello, good morning.

- How can I help you?
- I'm looking for Ximena.

One second.

Ximena, someone's here.

- Hi.
- Hello.

How can I help you?

I'm Camila Román. I called.

I just wanted to talk to you.

And I really need your help.

Pedro, I'll wait
for the contract to close this business.

Good luck in Colombia
with Riviera Diamante.

Okay, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Nakamura.

Goodbye.

Well!

Congratulations, guys.

Great, great job, people.

FERRER BARRAGÁN GROUP
REAL ESTATE

Ah!

Uh, the architects can go back to work.

We'll stay to discuss
some other financial details. Thanks.

Well, maybe closing a deal
as big as Riviera Diamante,

uh, deserves a celebration
just as big, right?

What?

- When?
- Oh, honey, there's no rush. Tonight.

I think the architects didn't have
a copy of the... the presentation.

Send it, please.

- Okay. All of them?
- Yes. Thank you.

I'll go with you. I'll help you.

Excuse me.

Sweetheart, we're going
to build a new community

with a kind of luxury
that doesn't exist in Latin America.

So why the long face?

Stop it, Dad. It's nothing.

Sorry.

I don't know your story with Miguel, but...

I found this photo of you
in his locker at the gym.

If he keeps it there,
it's because it must be important to him.

On the back, it says, "Remember me?"

Ximena...

you can trust me.

Please, I really need to know
what happened to you.

I wasn't in a good place at the time,
with my husband or with my self.

That's why I started going
on dates with other men.

That's how I met Miguel.

And how long were you together?

Enough for me
to get to know him very well.

And understand the type of woman he likes.

I almost lost everything
because of him.

PASS IT ON
XIMENA

MIGUEL

Miguel?

Hi, Ximena.

Did anything happen
at the homeowners meeting?

No, I'm calling
for a private matter.

It's about your profile on MeetMe.

I just saw your photo wearing a bikini.

He was some kind of player,
I'd been texting with him for a while.

He was actually our neighbor,
but he used pictures of some Fernando...

...Castell.

The doctor.

Yes.

But I didn't mind that.

On those apps,
everyone has a fake profile.

Hmm. Not me.

How many times have you done this?

What? Have sex?

- Quite a few, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Why?

No, using an app to cheat
on your wife, you know?

Oh. Not that many.

- Really?
- Never with a woman as sexy as you.

At first, we both felt guilty about it.

He had a wife, I had a husband.

It's very addictive, the good sex.

It washes your guilt away much faster,
and leaves you wanting more.

See, Julieta, then you just put it here.

At first, lying hurts a lot.

But then you get used to it,
and any remorse you felt goes away.

The biggest difference
between your story and mine

is that you knew that Miguel had a family.

I'm not done yet.

It'd be better
if we stopped seeing each other.

I think we shouldn't go on
doing this to our families.

I'm going to leave her.

I'm divorcing Ángela.

Really?

We met when we arrived
at Riviera Esmeralda.

He seemed to be a very interesting man.

He wasn't like the rest
of the husbands there.

How was he so different?

- Because he's not rich.
- Mmm.

Or comes from money,
his family's not important.

I don't know why,
but... that made me trust him.

Who is he?

Please forgive me.

Who's the guy?

I believed him.

That's why I abandoned
my husband and my daughter.

I waited for him all day long.

And all night too.

But that door never opened.

Miguel never came.

Ximena,
please. Forgive me.

I was leaving my house when...

I saw my children and...

and I... I couldn't do it.

I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I'm sorry.

- You regretted it.
- No, it's not that.

I swear. I just couldn't.

Yes, I know I'm a coward, but...

...my children come first.

I'm sorry.

And you?

Tell me what he did to you.

Mmm.

It was...

different.

He created a fake profile
and also pretended to be Fernando Castell.

We had a relationship for several months

until I discovered he was lying to me.

He also made me believe
that what we had was something unique.

The sexual chemistry.

What'd he say?

That he'd never felt that feeling
with anyone before?

He's not moved by sex,

or by the love of his children,

or his wife.

What really moves him

is the money of Pedro Ferrer.

And he'll never give up on that.

Not for anyone or anything.

I was thinking that after all these years
working for this company,

this is the first time
Pedro invites me to a party.

- First time.
- Hmm.

My dad, he hates socializing,

and he hates, even more,
hosting any kind of events.

So, I don't get it at all.

Maybe it's true that he just wants
to celebrate the deal with Nakamura.

After all, it's a billion
that he's gonna be putting in.

Miguel, shut up!

Quick question, were you guys
able to talk to Lucas?

Did you find out
what happened with the video?

'Cause Sofía won't stop asking about it.

Drop it, Luigi!
He found it on the Internet.

Listen, we are talking
about a dancer, and she's a stripper.

How many videos of this woman
could there be on the Internet, huh?

And honestly,

I wonder at what point did we all end up
getting involved with a mess like that.

Another mystery unsolved!

Miguel...

I didn't sleep last night,
thinking about what Pedro told us.

I'm not thrilled about telling Sofía
that our neighbor is a stripper.

Why don't you tell the investigator
that our deal is off?

And to stop following Camila.

But why?

Because Ángela already knows.

She knows I know Camila.

And what happened
the other night at her house.

She asked me for a divorce.

And what else does she know, Miguel?

If Pedro finds out
about everything we did in Vegas,

he'll put us out on the street.

I swear I never thought
something like this could happen to me.

Ever.

So he made the neighbor
fall in love with him

and then dumped her.

Mmm.

I'm telling you, he's a motherfucker.

I'm sure this guy has many other secrets
that we haven't found out yet.

Camila...

what do you want?

What are your intentions?

What should my intentions be?

Oh, I don't know, you tell me.
You hiding something?

Do you really like that fucking egomaniac?
Because that's exactly what he is.

David, all that I want
is to stop him from hurting other women.

Enough is enough.

- Camila.
- Mmm?

Please wait here.

- Don't move. I'll be right back.
- Why, what is it?

- Where are you going?
- Do as I say.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?

Are you playing paparazzi?
Do I look like someone?

Why are you taking photos of me?
What are you doing?

Photos?

I wasn't taking any photos of you.
It was selfies. Check 'em.

Excellent show.

It's actually one of the best shows
I've seen in Las Vegas.

Is this the first time
you've been to the club?

Yes, in fact, I came to see you
from very far away.

So I've been told.

Thank you.

I managed to get Inti
an interview at the spa.

Awesome!

That's great.

Are you gonna tell me
what happened when you two went diving?

Or should I let my mind run wild?

I already told you.

Then why the hell
did Inti message you "No drama"?

And I didn't check your phone.

I just saw the message
by chance when you got it.

Do you know what happened, Cris?

Nothing.

Oh, I don't know how people
can be so filthy!

This is disgusting. For God's sake.

Come, Indira.

Oh, honey, how are you?

I'm fine. You?

Fine. If you need anything,
you know, just let us know. Okay?

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Let's go, Indira.

I wanted to thank you
for everything you've done for me, David.

Ah, it's nothing.

Don't worry. Uh,

even though you're completely nuts,
I... I won't leave you alone.

- So you think I'm nuts?
- Yeah.

Oh, sorry.

- Hello?
- Camila.

It's Pedro Ferrer.

Pedro!
It's nice hearing from you.

Oh, no.
It's always my pleasure.

Oh, I'm calling to extend an invitation,
and you cannot say no.

- I'm not going.
- Oh, stop. Don't play the victim.

You know perfectly well
that you're the head of Riviera Diamante.

I don't care.

I'm not joking. I'm not going.

Hmm.

You know, my dad is in such a good mood,

that I'm not going to spoil
his celebration with our divorce.

So I won't tell him today.

I'll tell him tomorrow.

Ángela, can you think about Lucas and Eva?

Hmm.

- What are we gonna tell them?
- The truth.

Yes.

The truth, even if it hurts.

That you were not capable
of being faithful,

that this marriage
couldn't last any longer,

and that you have been around...
How long? Fifteen years.

- Taking advantage of me and my family.
- Ángela, Ángela.

This is insulting.

Well, that's great.

Because that is exactly
and precisely what I want.

To insult you like you insulted me.

Because let me remind you
that you caused this fucking mess.

The only one responsible
for ruining this family is you!

No way, Ángela!
You're responsible as well.

Because I tried, Ángela. I really tried!

Believe me, I did all that I could
to be a good father and a good husband.

Really?

- This was just a mistake, Ángela.
- Oh.

And how many nights
has this "mistake" lasted?

Because it's still on.
It hasn't ended yet.

Miguel, I'm asking a simple question.

How many nights have you had sex
with the stripper, hmm?

You see? Don't be a hypocrite.

In fact, tonight, at the party,

use your best poker face.
The one you use with me,

when you come home
after fucking your whores. Hmm?

And get yourself a hotel,

because from this night on,
you won't sleep here.

I'm sorry, Ángela.
What do you want me to do?

I can't make it to Dad's party.

I have a lot of work at the restaurant.

Okay.

I'll think about it,
but I can't promise anything. Bye.

Of course, ma'am.
I'll get you the check.

Would you like anything else?

What's with the boss?

Nothing's wrong. It's just that there's
a lot of work at the restaurant,

and my dad decided
to throw a cocktail party today.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Do you know about taxes?

No.

You're gonna take me for an idiot,

but I don't like lying to Cris.

But nothing happened.

It's all in your head, Adrián.

So stop torturing yourself
'cause I remember nothing.

Did you get my message?

If this is torture...

then I'm a masochist.

Because I can't stop
thinking about you, Inti.

I can't.

I must deliver a shrimp cocktail
to a table, huh?

Excuse me, boss.

Invasion of privacy.

And that's what you did, Lucas.

You violated the privacy
of a person we barely know.

Please. Come on.

You know her very well.
Don't you think so?

You be very careful
what you're saying, Lucas.

Besides, breaking into her house,
recording her, attacking her.

That's not okay.

Tell me what's going on with you.

- Do you wanna know what's going on?
- Yes. Please tell me.

It's that I hate you.

That's what's going on.

- No.
- I hate you.

- No, no, no, you don't mean that. No.
- I do.

Didn't you always say
I was the other man of this house?

Well, right now, I'm the only one.

I don't care what I have to do,

but I swear I'm gonna make you
leave this house.

What's up?

Pedro Ferrer sent someone to pick us up
in one of his fancy SUVs.

Well, then let's go
in one of his fancy SUVs.

Camila.

What happened earlier, I...

Well, please don't take it the wrong way.

- I don't...
- Hey.

Nothing happened.

It's all right.

Hmm?

Let's go.

- I'm practicing.
- You really have to stop doing that.

We said just five per contract.

- Well, this is the second one.
- This is the second.

That's three.

Throughout our history,
we've proven that we are a lot more

than just the best real estate company
in Latin America.

The Ferrer Barragán Group
represents sharing with others.

It is energy. It is communication...

Good evening.

We were invited by Pedro Ferrer.

Can I have your names, please?

Camila Román and husband.

And that's the reason I want you
to applaud yourself at this time.

For the passion and effort

you have put into this project,
Riviera Diamante.

Thank you so much. Cheers.

Wasn't the party only for people
in the company? What happened?

Don't start with me.

You're such a good person.

- I don't...
- Oh, excuse me.

Welcome.

We're very happy you came.

Pedro, good evening.

Thank you so much.
You didn't have to send someone...

I wanted to make sure you... you were here.

- Right.
- Please, follow me.

Yeah.

Good evening.

Nice to see you.

- David, how are you?
- Very well. And you?

- How are you?
- Fine. I'm good.

Good evening, neighbor.
How are you?

Fine. And you?

- How are you?
- Uh, good.

- Yeah, fine. Everything okay?
- Awesome, sure.

- Yeah.
- Yes, yes.

- It's gonna be a great project.
- Yes.

I didn't know about the new community.
Congratulations on that.

Thank you.

I didn't know you were very famous either.

You didn't tell me. Why?

That's okay.

You can stop pretending.

Red... Velvet.

Eat fast.
We have to assemble the desserts.

Hi, handsome.

I know what you're doing, Inti.

So I'm just here to tell you
to stay where you belong,

or we're gonna have problems. Okay?

Okay.

Adrián doesn't know we met before. Right?

Is that why you talk to me like that?

I'm talking to you this way
because I know who you are.

So you really think
I'm gonna steal your boyfriend?

Fiancé. We're getting married next month.

Oh, hey! Good for you, congratulations.

Don't worry about me, okay?

I won't say anything
about what happened at that party, hmm?

I promise.

I'm sorry, but I can't make it
to the party.

I mean, look how late it is,
and customers keep coming in.

I can't go.

Adrián, I need to talk to you.

It's important, hmm?

Don't tell me you had
another argument with Dad.

I don't know what's wrong with him,
but he's acting really weird lately.

Can you meet me tomorrow at the gym? Hmm?

I can't keep this to myself.
Please, brother.

Ángela, come on, you're making me worry.

Tell me what's going on.

Tomorrow. Let's meet tomorrow
so we can talk.

Call me, okay?

Bye.

If that's an important conversation,
don't worry about me.

I can wait, Ángela.

Wow.

What is it?

Oh, well,

if I really wanted to not worry about you,

first I should know who you are,

why you came here,

what's your plan.

But above all that,

how the fuck can you manage
to be so cynical?

Ángela, if you want to discuss this,
let's do it.

- That's why I'm here.
- Yes, yes. Oh, yes!

Yeah, let's do it.

I would like to congratulate you
from the bottom of my heart,

because of your impressive achievement.

You arrived with one goal in mind.

To destroy my family.

And, boom! You nailed it,
without any effort.

Bravo, amazing!

You have no fucking idea

why I'm here.

Miguel and I are going to get a divorce.

There's that.

The good news is
that you can fuck my husband

without having to lie.

But I don't know
if that's good news to you,

because that's exactly what you like,
what turns you on.

The taste of the forbidden.

Also, if you keep playing this
the right way,

then maybe you'll convince him
to go to Las Vegas.

What a great story, right?

The engineer and the stripper.

Oh, out of a fairy tale!

Just please, do me a favor.
I need to know something.

Please tell me. Tell me what's next.

Blackmailing?

You want money?

Is that it, huh?

Ángela, we're women.

I'm not interested in hurting you,
and I don't want any of your money.

So then... go to hell.

Get out of here.

You have no fucking idea
what you're getting into.

You bitch!

I can't believe she's a stripper.

Well, I can't believe
Luigi didn't tell you.

My dad even showed us photos, Sofía.

But that's typical men, right?

Follow me.

Hmm.

Do you know how that feels?

Camila.

Tell us, what was it that you do?

Psychologist, right?

I'm sure you must have many patients.

I'm no psychologist,

and I don't have patients.

Ooh, is that right?

You lied to us?

I'm a stripper.

Hmm?

And not just that.

- She's the best.
- Hmm.

You know that, right?

Thank you.

Yes, that's exactly right.
I'm a stripper, I work at a bar.

But that doesn't necessarily mean
I'm an escort.

And definitely not a prostitute.

We don't really wanna know.

Well, you implied it
when you said "patients".

Hmm.

Listen, that's fine.

I'm very used to having these kinds
of conversations with women like...

well, you.

Please.

She's such a nice lady, right?

My dear, at a party, it's only natural
for someone to drink a little too much.

- Please forgive her.
- It's all good.

I understand these women are curious

about how I manage
to pay the rent for the house, right?

Baby, you...
you don't have to be here.

- You don't have to explain anything...
- No, no, no, no.

We're not leaving,
especially not now that I'm so popular.

To me, this situation
is really very amusing.

I love talking about my profession.

Mmm.

Mr. Pedro, do you think
they would have a little tequila?

This local drink of yours
is not strong enough for me, Mr. Ferrer.

Can you get me one?

Huh?

Why don't you take care
of our guests here, would you?

Yes, tequila!

- It's a good opportunity.
- Yeah, right. Of course.

Great. Enjoy.

- I'll get it for you.
- Oh, thank you.

So thoughtful.

Ma'am.

Please.

Honey, are you okay?

Why did you invite her without telling me?

Baby, that woman is not responsible.
For anything.

You know more
than what you're telling, don't you?

About? Camila?

What should I know about her?
Her profession, just that?

Baby, I need you to trust me.

If you suspect something happened,

then you should talk
to a lawyer, all right?

But I beg you to get away
from that... animal.

Before it's too late.

I already did.

I wasn't planning to tell you
until tomorrow

because it would ruin your big night, but...

Well...

This morning, I decided to divorce Miguel.

Finally.

You opened your eyes.

And I'm not going to ask
what he did to you.

But we're gonna bury him.

He's going to regret it, everything.

Are you gonna tell everybody
what happened in Vegas?

Or just about your profession?

And what else should I tell them?

The fact is that no matter what I do,

to your wife and her family,
I'm a fucking stripper.

Or should I say, "your ex-wife"?

Ángela told me
she asked you for a divorce.

And knowing you,

I honestly don't blame her.
I would do the same.

Whatever happens between Ángela and me,

doesn't have to change
what you and I have.

It's chemistry.

It's instinct.

You can't fight against that.

Ximena Santos.

I spoke to her. She told me everything.

You're definitely not okay, Camila.

I know I hurt you,

and I know you feel used.

But what do you want from me?

You didn't use me at all.

You're the one who got used.

And I'll keep using you
until I get tired of it.

Until I drive you crazy.

Either you tell Ángela
all that happened in Vegas,

or I'll do it for you.

And I won't spare any details.

All events and characters are fictitious

and do not portray
any actual event or person.