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Stop! Dad!

Dad!

Hey!

Excuse me.

Bro, what's with that guy?

Where are we going?

Hey!

Hey!

Dad!

Dad!

Canché. Hey!

Hey, stop, you bastard!

Stop!

My dad…

Miguel.

Let me know when he's conscious.

I need to question him.

Of course. I'll let you know.

If you wanna see your father again,

don't say anything.

We're screwed.

You know her?

You remember my ex?

Which one?

All of them.

She's all of them in one.

Wilson Morales.

Two years for counterfeiting artwork.

I've always been inspired by the works of others.

Others copy and lie about it.

Liliana Gómez Espinoza.

Three days ago, you were picked up for a robbery.

With no charges filed.

Well, all the guys are married.

And the women. Why discriminate, you know?

CRIMINAL RECORD

I'm not going to read your file, since we know it by heart.

What's a big professional like you doing with these newbies?

I've been asking myself the same thing.

How'd you end up out here, working with these…

poor villagers?

Obviously, it's not our best moment.

Citlali Ekei Sama.

Pickpocketing, theft…

Oh God.

This little brat is the waitress

who stole my wallet that night at the museum.

Do I look like I go to museums?

You probably just drank a little too much, Mister…

Canché.

That's you, right?

Lucas Montessori,

the Mexican Paris Hilton.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

Which means that I'm still a minor, okay?

You have the obligation--

-Shh-shh-shh-shh. -…to inform my parents.

You can't hold us without any proof.

I know my rights.

I'm a lawyer.

Actually, you were disbarred for practicing without a degree.

I only needed three more classes.

You live to scam tourists, don't you?

They don't make it too hard.

It's not my fault I have that effect on them.

Pepe, yo, let me talk to Mom.

Hi. One moment, sir.

It's Mr. Lucas.

Oh, hey, babe. What's goin' on?

Mom, I got arres--

Wait. Why are you still up at this hour? Could it be that you met a girl?

-Mom, listen. -Or a guy. Either way, I support it.

This is my… call and I…

…me out.

-Wow, honey. I'm so happy-- -Hey!

…you're not locked in that suite.

Get out there!

But, anyways, we'll be home in a week's time.

Now, I've gotta fly. Bye-bye! Miss you!

Woo!

Everything I found on you is from the last three years.

Like you didn't exist before that.

-Who are you? -I've been wondering.

Come on, don't lie. Don't I always find you though?

-True, but I always escape. -Can I get you a drink?

Nah, thanks. Gave it up.

Now I vibrate.

How's your life?

Your son, he's all grown-up, right?

If you mention my son one more time, you'll be vibrating on the floor.

Do you hear me?

Hey, congrats!

Look at the time, eh? And now, you're legal.

♪ Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy bir-- ♪

-Got it! -Okay.

Do you know this man?

No.

A musician, right?

To be honest… I'm bad with faces.

Let me go now.

-Luis Fernández de Montejo. -Hmm. No.

He was murdered.

Mm-mm.

Why were you at the Tavitian Museum? Why attack the checkpoint?

Where were you guys headed?

What were six criminals doing together?

If you think I'm going to let you go, I'm afraid you're mistaken.

No one's going anywhere

until I know exactly what's happening here.

Inés Reyes Santiago?

You've been served.

Asshole, what have you done?

You can't take my son! Come on!

But-- Ugh! Of course not! But you're not taking my son!

Yeah, you--

You know what?

Aah!

What?

Can you get me a Jell-o?

You were the last person who saw him alive.

It wasn't me.

-Then who was it? -No idea.

Where's all my stuff?

You'll get it back

if you cooperate.

Do you know if there was a moon-shaped rock?

So how did you get that?

A can of tuna.

Who was in that car?

Who were you chasing, Miguel?

You said something about your father. What happened to him?

Miguel, when someone kills a tourist,

it's just really bad for everyone, you know?

You know how these things are.

Having no proof won't stop them from charging you with murder.

I'm the only one that really cares.

And I know you know that.

So what's the deal?

He was a guest.

He was really quite drunk.

And he asked me to…

-…to take him to his room. -Why did they skin that man, Miguel?

Was it revenge?

What was on the skin?

Numbers? A code? A map?

A map, huh?

What was on that map?

A treasure.

I have all the time in the world.

What happened here?

Where is Juan Morales?

I don't know. I guess his son took him.

Hello?

Well…

I must admit, this phone call's… a bit unexpected.

Easy, easy. Hey.

My dad's been kidnapped.

The police are in on it.

He'll be fine. They need him alive.

He's their insurance to get the stone back.

Hmm.

What a crazy birthday.

It's your birthday?

No way, man. How old are you?

Eighteen.

Happy birthday, Lucas.

Thank you.

I'll be right there.

By the way, who has the stone?

Good.

I'm outta here. If you're leaving, follow me.

What do you mean you're leaving?

The prison is all in our minds.

Lilí, is that the bra I got you in Acapulco?

It is, actually. Good memory.

I need it.

All right.

And, Wilson,

I need your leg, man.

JUAN MORALES MEXICAN ARCHAEOLOGIST JUAN MORALES SICKNESS - BOOK

THERE ARE MANY HIDDEN TREASURES WAITING TO BE FOUND…

MOON STONE

MOON STONE, LEGEND OF THE CONQUEST… ALL ABOUT THE MOON STONE.

HISTORY AND LEGENDS OF ANCIENT MEXICO

"Hidden treasures."

It was Francisco.

-Hmm. I brought you some cochinita tacos. -Canché, have you seen my pen?

What pen? You got one right there.

"Hidden treasures." Seriously?

Maybe our Spaniard had something important.

You know he was a descendant of Francisco de Montejo?

Mm-mm.

Canché, do you believe in treasure maps to gold,

pirates and that sorta thing?

Hmm. You know something?

Last night on Nat Geo, they were talking about that.

Yeah, about the conquerors,

and this king's treasure, or something like that.

-What? -Mm-hmm. Of Yucatán.

Hmm. Eat up.

-Hmm. All right, Canché. -Mm-hmm.

Ah.

How did you lose your leg?

The Grand Canyon.

I got, uh, stuck on a rock, and no one came to rescue me.

I was gonna freeze to death, so I had to cut it off myself.

That movie is terrible.

-You could talk about this forever. -Ah, I saw that movie!

-And were you good at soccer? -Of course.

Okay, let's check.

Ooh. On the first try.

-Very good. -All right.

Okay.

So now, we have everything that we need to--

Okay, gentlemen.

You guys can go.

You guys are free. Go on home.

-Hurry up. -Really?

-Ramirez will give you your things. -So what was the bra for?

A magician never reveals his tricks.

-Lilí, your bra. Thanks. -That's all right. You keep it.

What a lovely memory.

POLICE

We've never been apart this long, baby.

My God.

Where's the moon stone?

Yo, Wilson, the moon stone,

did I give it to you after we showed it to my dad?

-What, you lost the moon-- -No. Shut up. I didn't lose it.

When I was being chased, I don't know, maybe I dropped it.

-Dude, I can't rely on you at all. -Oh, one more thing.

-Did you bribe that cop just now? -Of course not.

Ariel?

You're welcome.

Lilí called me up.

She told me you needed my help.

Yeah, well, how much do we owe? I don't wanna owe you a dime.

-Citlali, spot me? -Huh?

It was nothing. The director owes me a few favors.

I visited your father.

Although, he wasn't there.

What happens with Dad doesn't concern you.

But his room was ransacked.

You know I look up to your father. He's my mentor.

So if something happened to him, I wanna know, okay?

I see you put together the Fellowship of the Ring.

-Hmm. -What are you planning, Frodo?

Mind your own business.

Why'd you break into my museum?

What's in the map book?

Miguel would never ask.

He's too proud to.

But I'm willing to help.

Call me.

-Why did you release them? -'Cause they didn't commit any crimes.

No! You can't just let them go!

But I can.

And you can't hold anyone here without evidence.

Tell her, Canché.

Uh, sir, um, Miguel Morales was the last person to see the Spaniard.

Are you questioning me, Canché?

Uh, uh… No. No, no.

How much did they pay you, huh?

If I were you… I'd watch my tone.

I really think you better keep a low profile.

We all know what happened to you.

Next week, my nephews get in from Atlanta, Canché.

I want you to throw them a barbecue, okay?

-I'll bring the meat. -Uh. Yes, sir.

Hmm…

I don't wanna say it, but I told you so.

Why do you say that?

Because, I mean, isn't it obvious?

Why did you have to call Ariel?

Because we were stuck.

-That's why we have Octavio. -And then what?

We steal a car, run from the police…

-…and start anew? -I don't know.

Lilí, we have to talk.

I quit.

Don't worry about the money. I'm not interested.

I only… wish you all the best.

Even you, with your little problem.

Yeah, thanks.

One less mouth to feed, right?

Oh, yeah, speaking of which, I really need to be going.

If I'm not home, my siblings won't eat or go to school, so…

No, no, no. Wait a minute.

If you leave, forget the treasure.

I think it's time for you to forget about the treasure too.

'Cause greed is like a burning fire.

The more wood you throw in, the more it consumes.

-Wow. -Ugh.

This dude.

Are you really gonna leave me… after a cheesy phrase like that?

I'm with you till the end.

If they wanna go, let them go. Who cares?

And I don't have anything better to do.

Plus, I promised, so I'm staying with you too.

And you, Lilí?

Those assholes have my father.

I need your help to get him back.

You have to give up the stone--

The stone, I don't have it.

-What? -I dropped it by accident!

Really?

Holy shit.

Hey, don't react, but I think we're being watched by someone.

Yeah, I didn't want to interrupt your little dramatic moment there,

but the spies arrived several minutes ago.

Answer it.

It must be the head of the spies.

UNKNOWN

Listen to me, you bunch of assholes.

We want the three stones or we burn down the River Hotel,

we kill blondie's dog, and we sink Rambo's shitty-ass boat.

Fuck!

And I will personally pay a visit to the diver's siblings.

What?

Neither Wilson nor you, Miguel, will ever see Juan Morales alive again.

Did you hear me?

The three stones!

Hey, wait! Just let me talk to my--

Shit.

Fucking sons of bitches!

-Son of a… -Octavio.

…fucking bitch!

Just breathe, okay?

-Stay calm. -I shouldn't have joined people like you.

You're all inept beginners.

Okay, okay.

And they only threatened to sink his little boat, huh?

It sucks that he has our phone numbers.

I'll see if the call can be traced.

And what do we do now?

Now we go after the stones.

We're gonna find my dad and save him, and we're going to keep that treasure.

-How Miguel? -No idea. I don't know.

But we're going to solve it together.

Where am I?

So you like your new residence?

No.

Why the hell did you tie me up?

It's so you won't hurt yourself.

I have a million fucked-up neurons,

but I'm not an idiot.

This book is very good.

MYTHS AND TRUTHS OF THE MAYAN WORLD

When you have some time, later perhaps, you could sign it.

Who are you?

An archaeologist.

Like you were once.

You-- you look more like a mummy of Guanajuato.

Comedy must run in your family, huh?

Let me go.

Let me go!

Relax.

We're gonna spend some time together

until your son shows up to take you home.

Ugh! Oh, great.

If it's up to that useless prick, consider me dead.

Well, where am I?

And why… why do you have me here, sir?

All done.

Hi, sweetie.

My sweetheart.

Mom loves you very, very much.

So much, so much, so much, so much.

Look, I'm going to show you what I did at school.

Wow!

That's so cool.

I made it for you.

Aw.

Thanks. I love it so much, honey.

I want to give it to you…

…but dad said I can't.

I'm going to see you, and I'm going to bring you here with me.

To the beach? Can I do kiteboarding?

Of course. You can do everything you want.

Go to your room, Alex.

Go to your room.

And do your homework, okay? Got it?

Hello, Inés. Did you receive your subpoena?

You know you're crazy if you think you're gonna take away my son.

I'm his mother!

You're a bad mother. Mm-hmm? And that's what the judge said.

Yeah, because you bribed him, dickhead.

-I'm going to get back my son. -How are you gonna do that?

With what money?

You can't afford a lawyer with your shitty salary.

Know what? Goodbye. I'll see you at the trial.

Hey, don't hang up. Just let me--

Let me talk to him!

Sorry. It's a bit dusty inside.

Don't worry. No one's surprised.

Come on.

They're all moving inside.

Ugh. Wow. Did you remodel?

Make yourselves at home.

Are they still there?

Well, there's…

the big one, the rat-faced one.

-And the handsome one. -Yes, he is handsome.

The radio frequency detector says there are no microphones in here.

I don't wanna seem trivial,

but how are we gonna find those two stones?

No, three.

-Because you lost one. -I didn't lose it.

-Seriously? -I didn't lose it. They took it.

-Hmm. Sure. -They took it from me.

Look, here's what I know.

Pedro de Alvarado, Alonso de Ávila, and Francisco de Montejo

were three conquering assholes,

who had arrived on the peninsula around the early 1500s.

Miguel… you'll just bore them.

So Francisco liked to gamble.

Alonso… liked to drink.

And Pedro, let's just say, he liked Poc Chuc.

What I know for sure is that all three loved to party.

So what must have happened is that, surely,

some of the women who were with Francisco fell in love with him,

or suffered from Stockholm syndrome,

and shared the secrets of their people with him.

Included was the long-lost treasure of Aj Took, hidden away for centuries.

There was enough wealth for multiple generations to come.

But they decided to keep quiet and not tell the Spanish Crown.

And the gold,

it poisoned them,

made them suspicious.

Okay, and?

That's it.

Oh, so you have no fucking idea how to find the stones or the treasure?

Oh. No.

Ah. Well, that's great! Man, this group, amazing.

And what do the stones have to do with the treasure?

-No idea. -Great.

Ugh, my dad used to write down absolutely everything in his journal.

And I'm gonna get it back.

I need you guys to provide the distraction.

♪ Don't hold back ♪

The blonde is headed out.

-Stay on her. -♪ Don't hold back ♪

♪ If you think about it So many people do ♪

-♪ Be cool, man, look smarter ♪ -♪ Don't hold back ♪

♪ And you shouldn't even care 'Bout the noses in the air ♪

-♪ And the crooked stares ♪ -♪ Don't hold back ♪

♪ There's a party here ♪

♪ You might as well be here Where the people care ♪

♪ Don't hold back ♪

-♪ World ♪ -♪ You're holding back ♪

♪ The time has come to ♪

♪ World ♪

-♪ You're holding back, come on, and… ♪ -♪ The time has come to ♪

-♪ World ♪ -♪ You're holding back ♪

♪ The time has come to ♪

♪ Galvanize ♪

-♪ What's up with that? ♪ -♪ Come on, come on, come on ♪

Let's go, man.

-You want me to drive? -No, I always drive.

Okay, suit yourself.

You stay here.

♪ World ♪

-♪ The time has come to ♪ -♪ Push the button ♪

♪ World… ♪

I'll look for the stone and my dad's journal,

and then call you, all right?

-You sure you don't have it? -You didn't give me anything.

♪ Push the button ♪

♪ World… my finger… ♪

DIVINE NAILS

♪ Push the button ♪

Lemme get two turkey tacos.

♪ The time has come to ♪

♪ Galvanize ♪

Sir.

I see people inside still.

Did it work? Could you locate them?

No, I'm still trying.

All of those bastards have their radios on and phones powered off.

But by implementing a signal inhibitor, I'll force them to use their phones.

-An inhibitor? -Mm-hmm.

-You're weird, you know? -Thanks.

And where did you learn all this? YouTube?

I don't know. I've always been into this stuff.

Huh.

Wow.

-Still following us? -Yes. Still there.

When I get to the monument,

you'll only have three seconds to jump, so get ready.

-Right. Okay. -I'll tell you when. On my cue.

Now!

Won't this hurt, man?

Yes, probably! Go on!

Go!

All good.

I keep the most valuable pieces here.

They are too beautiful to be exposed.

Or they're stolen,

in which case, you wouldn't want to expose them.

Right now, they are for your eyes only.

What is it you did to Miguel?

-Why does he hate you so much? -Uh, what did I do?

No idea. You should ask him.

We were friends.

Almost brothers.

Like the Mayan Hero Twins.

And you're the good guy of the story?

I never said that.

But I guess Juan wasn't a very good father.

It's not my fault he adopted me.

And I mean,

having Juan for a professor, it was difficult.

-Please. -Well, is that poisoned?

I assure you, you will never have better tequila.

-I've tasted quite a few. -I think you'll be surprised.

Why are you here?

What do you know about Pedro de Alvarado and Alonso de Ávila?

I can't believe it.

Miguel fooled you with all that shit?

At that time, the Mayans didn't even know what gold was.

The Aj Took treasure is-- is just a legend, like El Dorado.

Well, we'll see.

Every legend has its origin.

That's exactly what Juan Morales said.

But there is no single document that proves it.

Hang on a moment.

THE SUN, THE MOON, THE EARTH! KEYS TO A LOCK?

Mom?

What's up?

Are you okay? You had me worried. Where have you been?

Where are the kids?

At school. Where else?

What, you don't trust me anymore?

Oh, hey…

so, um… here.

So you can get groceries.

I found it.

Look.

The only image from that era with the three conquerors together.

May I?

Of course.

I did some research to learn more about you.

And?

Nothing.

You don't exist.

Why don't you forget about this treasure that also doesn't exist?

We could have something real.

Sorry. Gotta run.

Hey, boss!

Boss, come in. Boss!

Uh, sir, they left. No one's here.

They tricked us.

Why are you calling me at this number?

The radios don't work, sir.

Hang up, you idiot! It's a trap!

It worked, Miguel.

Hey, we got their phones.

This old stoner.

What?

Does it refresh your memory?

It's got hemp in it.

Your dealer is screwing you, man.

Well… it looks like it's working.

No, no, no.

That's from you being so ugly.

That's a shame.

It must be really, really sad when your mind slowly starts to fade away.

Truly.

The good news is, tomorrow, I won't remember your ugly head.

Ah.

Hello. Can you hear me?

I know you can.

What did you think of our logo? We designed it together.

What do you want?

I want to talk to Dad.

Your father's listening to you now.

Although, I don't think he's in a state to talk.

I just wanna know he's okay.

You put him on the phone or you can forget the treasure.

Speak.

Dad, are you there? It's Miguel.

Miguel who?

I'm Miguel, your son.

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah, no.

You know, my mouth is a little dry.

Listen to me.

I found your journal.

Remember what we talked about last time? The three stones, they're keys, right?

Of course the stones are keys, Miguel.

-Come on! -Hell yeah! That's what I thought.

Those conquerors didn't trust each other at all.

So the treasure went into a box with three separate keys.

That way, it can only be opened by the three of them together.

Listen, I already have Francisco's. All I need is the other two.

Dad, please focus.

Good God! I don't even know if they existed.

But if they did, the conquerors brought their secrets with them to their graves.

Now that you know he's alive, just go and do your fucking job.

Hey--

I think I know what the stones are for.

-They're keys. -Of course they're keys. I knew that.

Where do you keep a key… or something important to you?

-No idea. -I saw an engraving of the conquerors.

They carried the stones on them.

Uh, and it's not the Earth. It's a tree stone.

What?

The Earth is actually a tree?

What I mean is… if they were always wearing them…

The graves!

They brought their secrets with them to their graves.

The crafty old nut.

God bless my dad!

God bless your dad? I just told you.

Any sudden moves and I will end you.

What do you want?

Money.

I need a whole lot of it right now.

I don't have any cash right now,

but there's an ATM downstairs around the corner--

-Aren't you looking for this thing? -Yes.

-It was in a cereal box. -Right.

I know you're treasure hunting.

I want a piece of it.

Huh!

Lilí, there's no one here.

And no trace of the old man.

We had to move him.

Just as long as he's comfortable.

Any word on Miguel?

He's got the journal.

-I told you that murdering him was easier. -Be patient.

Let's see where he leads us first.