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PREVIOUSLY...
The case is Hugo Beltrán, a male prostitute from Marbella.
He was sentenced to 15 years for murder.
The victim was Philip Norman, the husband of his client/lover.
She, Macarena Medina, belongs to a very influential family.
They're like the Kennedys of that area.
He's been locked up for seven years, his previous counsel was shit.
Keep me updated, okay?
The burnt, headless body wasn't analyzed at all.
I request that the case be reopened and parole for my client.
I'm going back to Marbella to get my life back.
They made me redact the report.
The body had a titanium prosthesis from a past surgery.
- What did the coroner tell you? - It was a private conversation.
I can meet with whoever I want.
Not with the coroner, he's dead.
Don't take this the wrong way, but with the news about the case, the scandal...
If you have any doubts, we'll just leave it at that.
The Rojas family will never turn their back on you.
You were right, the body does have a titanium prosthesis on the spine.
The dead body is not Philip.
This is going to complicate things for the Medinas.
That's exactly what we were hoping for.
You lied to me.
You said you were working as a waiter. But you're a stripper.
- Why? - It's all I know how to do.
Go ahead.
Very well, mister Prieto, I'll be in touch.
You heard her. I need an ambitious junior associate
willing to fight tooth and claw for this case.
I promise you, your paycheck will be substantial.
I wrote the rough draft merger contract for Permach and Twinchannel.
My dissertation was on bank mergers in the European Union.
- Can I count on you? - Yes.
Will you be able to work on this and the gigolo case?
Yes, it's a low profile case. I can work on it on my spare time.
Are you sure, Triana?
Absolutely.
Very well. Let's go.
I hate bachelorette parties! She wanted to give me two fucking euros!
What a waste of time!
This gig sucked, guys. Let's see how the next one plays out.
What's important right now is celebrating that Huguito is innocent.
I'm sorry, man. I don't like being touched anymore.
What did they do to you in prison?
- Hey, hey, that's all over now... - No,
I haven't been declared innocent yet.
What do you mean? The dead body wasn't Philip.
Yeah, but that dead body was there, on my boat.
So they don't know who that body is?
No, they don't know anything, other than it has a plaque on its spine.
It's strange that no one's reclaimed the body in seven years.
But you didn't kill him.
That's right, it wasn't you.
It must have been Philip.
They showed images from the port cameras during the trial.
Philip came aboard my boat, which shortly after went out to sea.
That's it... That bastard wanted to disappear,
so he grabbed a body, cut off its head and burned it so it couldn't be identified
to make people believe it's him.
And who does he frame?
His wife's idiot lover...
Yeah, but he's a snob, almost royalty...
Do you think he planned this all by himself?
Rich people never do anything by themselves.
Macarena is behind it, for sure.
I don't know, man, but I'm going to find out.
Forget about her, Huguito...
My only chance to avoid going back to prison,
is to find Philip and get the truth out of him.
Hugo, Hugo! Wait up.
Hey, I just wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for this opportunity you've given me.
Tell that to Iván, he's the one who hired you.
I know, man, but you guys are being really nice to me.
Look, if there's anything I can help you with, count on me.
Anything you need.
Just worry about yourself.
Hey, I'm doing great.
This job is insane, dude.
There's music, dancing, girls...
And I'm making four times more money than setting up hammocks.
I'm glad for you.
Okay, see you tomorrow Ă"scar.
Hey, you know something?
I know I'm just starting, but...
I'd like to be like you someday.
Don't say that, man.
But I really mean it.
Look, you shouldn't try to copy people, especially me.
Why?
Because I also used to think that I had an amazing job.
I thought I had my life figured out...
but I've been living inside a nightmare these last seven years.
Yeah, but they played you, Hugo.
No, I played myself.
Like you're doing now.
Back then I didn't realize I was just a piece of meat.
I wish I could be like you, you can still get away from all this.
I hope you're smarter than I was.
Rosa, sweetie, beers all around, put it on Triana's tab.
I thought you were treating us!
We're celebrating her assignment to this huge case.
- You're here early. - Congratulations, "Miss lawyer."
You know I won't be able to see you for a few months, right?
Well, I'll just lay naked in bed 24/7,
in case you can spare five minutes for me...
Come on, a toast.
Hey, look what the cat dragged in...
What's he doing here?
- Can you hold this for me? - Sure.
Looking good.
Look at him...
- What are you doing here? - You won't answer my calls.
Hugo, I'm very busy and yours is not the only case I'm handling.
I know, but it's the only case I'm handling.
Do they know who the body is? Have they analyzed the prosthetic?
I've requested all of those. I'll let you know when they find out.
So be patient, they might take a while. Okay?
Triana, the coroner is the key.
Hey, I could take my pants off and strip too.
He falsified Philip's report,
and just as I'm about to find out who it was, he's murdered.
No one murdered him, Hugo.
Are you sure? What does the autopsy say?
- Was his car examined? - It was an accident.
The coroner has been buried, and the car is at the municipal impound.
Look.
Besides, didn't we agree you wouldn't complicate the case?
You don't have to prove anything,
they're the ones who have to prove you're the killer.
Triana, there's a lot of people involved in this,
people who don't want the truth out.
You know what? The truth doesn't matter in a courtroom,
what matters is the story. And right now yours is that of a lunatic
who, when he's not dancing in a thong, is harassing witnesses
that die shortly after his visits.
And that story is going to put you and your truth behind bars.
And I wouldn't care at all,
except for the fact that your shitty case would ruin my career.
Hey, ask him to stay!
Hey, you could dance for us or something.
Yeah, shake that ass.
You can wear a thong if you'd like.
- Come on, we're just messing around. - I don't think he liked it.
Are you joining us?
Hey, there's another one over there.
Thanks.
"Scandal in Marbella: It wasn't Philip Norman",
"New evidence surfaces seven years after the Norman investigation",
"Error or conspiracy?" They're like hyenas.
How could they do this to us? After everything we've done for this city.
Ma'am...
Good morning.
This...
This will cost us the port commission.
Borja, end this!
Who do you think I am? God?
Do you think the newspapers listen to me?
There must be some perks to being a congressman.
This scandal hurts us,
but the worst part is that, without Philip, the company is paralyzed.
That bastard is screwing us from wherever the hell he is.
Maca.
- You don't know where he might be? - No.
You were married to him. You don't know why he ran away?
Don't you think I've been asking myself that all night?
I mean, we weren't the perfect couple, but this?
Where has he been these last seven years?
Our whole company expansion project depends on that contract.
- What are we going to do? - I don't know,
perhaps yelling will resolve everything.
This will all be solved if we find Philip.
Zapata has to put his men to work on finding him.
I could talk to him.
In fact, Zapata owes me a favor. I could...
No, no. You won't do anything.
You can go play golf, if you want.
But Mateo is right:
we need Philip's signature.
But if they know we're afraid, they'll take everything from us
and his return won't help us at all.
You need to be strong and confident, now more than ever.
There's too much at risk.
I know.
I know. You're right.
Call the Rojas family,
we'll continue forward, like nothing ever happened.
POLICE STATION
I swear... I can't believe this.
I let you borrow my car and it gets towed.
Forget about borrowing it again.
I'll pay you back.
You're damn right you will.
- Hello. Good morning. - Good morning.
We're here for an Altea. License plate...
0155-CDP.
That'll be 250 euros.
Two hundred and fifty?
Fuck!
- Do you take credit cards? - Yes, of course.
I want you at Inferno this evening. Seven o'clock, sharp.
You're going to start paying off all your debts to me.
Here you go.
Your car is at the end of the lot, in the center row.
Thank you.
Two hundred and fifty fucking euros.
Look for the coroner's car. It's a navy blue SLK.
I need to take a look at it.
Hugo, you're not supposed to be investigating.
- You're on parole, man... - Triana told me it's here. Look for it!
Fuck...
Hugo!
Damn it, Rafa...
Go away!
Rafa!
Calm down!
What is it, Rafa?
Hey! Excuse me! Look.
My car didn't have this bump yesterday.
Why's that? You guys have to pay for that, right?
Hey.
What's up with that?
Listen,
we don't take responsibility for the tow truck services.
Always the same excuse...
If you have an issue, you can file a complaint.
Oh, yeah? What, so you can wipe your ass with it?
- Yeah, right. - Hey, wait a minute.
Where's your friend?
He's right here. Why?
I couldn't find the car, man.
Okay, let's go.
- These people, man... - All right. Come on, on your way.
Look what they've done to my car. You can expect a complaint form from me.
- Triana... - Look.
Yeah?
These are the contract addresses.
Okay.
Listen up, I need all eyes on this.
It has to be ready before tomorrow. I don't want mistakes, all right?
- You got that? - Got it!
- Get working on it! - All right.
Was that my phone?
Hi, Triana.
Did you break into the municipal impound lot?
Do you still think I'm crazy?
Hugo, you're risking everything. These pictures are not valid in court.
Yeah, I know, but...
Okay, listen to me...
One second.
Hugo, I'm going to request that the vehicle be analyzed by an expert.
But don't do anything...
Okay...
What the fuck are you doing? Son of a bitch.
Where are my 13000 euros?
I don't have them.
- Where are my 13000 euros? - I don't have them.
Come on! Fuck!
Let me go, goddammit!
Stop!
No!
I'm going to break your teeth in, you piece of shit.
I'll be back in two days, and you will give me the money.
- Do you understand? - Yes, damn it!
Do you understand?
Two days.
Iván.
What happened?
Are you okay?
It's okay.
It's going to be okay.
THE WAYWARD STAR
What is that?
Cotton sheets, shirts, underwear and some healthy food.
Thank you.
Go wait in the car.
For seven years I thought you were Philip's killer.
You have no idea how much I hated you.
Not for killing him,
but for doing it without my permission, behind my back, to hurt me.
It comforted me imagining you rotting in jail.
But now I know it wasn't you.
And I'm very sorry for what you went through.
Is that an apology?
It's an offer to work together.
I was also deceived.
I also want to find Philip.
You really don't know where he is?
I suppose you also have no idea of whose body was on your boat...
No, I don't.
But I like the idea of working together.
But this time, you'll have to trust me.
If you find something, share it with me,
and if it's worth anything, I'll share what I know with you.
That's private.
Sweetie, you are taking your medicine, right?
I wish I had your eyes.
You get them from your father's side.
It's just not fair because the men are so handsome,
whereas the women are horrendous, like your grandmother.
Sweetie, we need to talk about something.
I noticed that you weren't surprised when I told you
that the body that was found wasn't your father's.
Do you know something?
Me?
I don't know...
I don't know, maybe you've...
Maybe you've kept in touch with him all these years. Huh?
And I understand, I really do, Andrea.
- I don't know anything. - You can tell me, I'm your mother.
I don't know anything! I don't know anything!
Okay, okay, okay. I believe you.
I believe you.
Sweetie, I just want to know what happened that night.
Sweetie, what happened that night?
Macarena, leave.
After what happened, I did what the doctors asked.
I never asked you about it.
I gave you your space.
But, please, it's been seven years. Seven years!
I've been thinking about it lately.
You slit your wrists...
the same night your father supposedly died.
But you did it beforehand, Andrea.
Before you even knew what happened, so the only...
God!
- The only explanation... - Leave me alone!
- Is that you know what happened. - Leave me alone!
Sweetie, why did you try to take your life?
Leave me alone!
Nice outfit you're wearing, boy.
- You like it or what? - Asshole.
All right, let's get to it.
Hey, brother, this wasn't part of my contract.
Germán, don't start. It's still early.
Well, gentlemen, get to work.
- Start selling. - Let's get started.
Hello.
See you. Bye.
Hi, excuse me. Here's a flyer.
Over there, Inferno, in case you want to come tonight with a couple of friends.
- Bye. - Hey, man.
- Have you come across those guys again? - No, they made their demands clear.
Hey, here you go, gorgeous. See you later.
How did you get involved with them?
Well...
Look, her you go.
Sexy spectacle, but elegant.
See you, gorgeous.
How did this happen?
I needed money, and the bank wouldn't give me a loan. That's it.
What will you do?
It's not your problem, okay?
You're not worried?
Don't worry about that now. Let's get back to it.
Look. Hi.
Excuse me, excuse me.
It's the perfect plan for tonight: cold drinks and hot guys.
Wow.
Hey, I've seen that guy on TV.
Who?
Dude, you're right. It's that murderer they let out, right?
Damn, he's so hot.
He's super hot.
Oh, yeah. He's the star of the show. The most dangerous Toy Boy.
He's yours for tonight. What do you think?
- Let's get a picture. - That's right...
Let's go.
- Hi, can we take a picture with you? - Hi.
Yeah, sure...
- Thanks. - Thanks, hot stuff.
- See you tonight. - See you...
Bye.
- What the fuck are you doing, man? - Did you see the way they looked at you?
They're fascinated with you, Hugo. We have to exploit that.
The port project was born out of an interest
to improve the quality of the services in our coasts,
as well as to revitalize and strengthen an unsurpassable environment.
This is the project we'll be undertaking together.
The most environmentally friendly port in the Mediterranean.
The only port capable on docking yachts longer than 100 meters.
Along with the fiscal exemptions that Borja has procured,
we expect a 14% annual return rate.
If we request a bank loan together, we could obtain one at a 2% interest rate.
In seven years we'll be in the black.
Brother, cover your ears.
It's a great deal.
Like the ones before 2007. Who wants to bid?
If you think this is 2007, then we have a serious problem.
Everything's scrutinized now.
To be honest, I've advised my mother in law to back out of the deal.
May I ask why?
Is your husband still alive?
Do you know where he is? Can he show up at any moment?
What else will come up? Could this hurt your image?
I would like to ask you to trust us on this issue.
Although I can't say how,
I can assure you that this will all be resolved before we lay the first stone.
Rest assured that everything is taken care of.
If you're sure, then so am I, Macarena.
Besides, should anything go wrong
we'll take charge of the project.
For appearances, I mean.
You're very kind. So kind, Benigna, but seriously, that won't be necessary.
Very well.
No, no.
You may keep the iPad, they're for you.
The Medinas are always so thoughtful.
My father would have been very proud to see us working together.
The temporary union of Medina Rojas Enterprises...
Or Rojas Medina, we'll have to discuss that...
Thank you for coming, Benigna.
Medina Rojas, Rojas Medina...
Too long, don't you think?
Maybe just Rojas.
Is it really that bad?
Carmen, a question,
can MedinaCon sign off on the project without Philip?
If he was a partner, they have a serious problem.
Let's take advantage.
We have to run them out of business, and this is the time to do it.
Have you found anything?
Well... Nothing conclusive as of yet, it's still too early to...
Carmen, I don't pay you to waste my time.
Mrs. Rojas.
I think you're capable of handling this case, so keep it up.
Triana!
Yes, Carmen?
I heard you volunteered for the Opa case.
Yes, I hope to be up to the task.
I want you to drop it and focus on the gigolo case.
But, Carmen, I have it under control. I have plenty of time.
Do you think someone like Jaime is going to give you a piece of the glory?
If there's any talent to be recognized in men,
it's taking credit for women's accomplishments.
- But Carmen... - Us women have to stick together.
That's why I gave you this case.
When I leave this place I want a woman's name on that door,
and this is the kind of case that will ensure that.
Yeah, I know. Of course, you're right.
Thank you, Carmen. I'll focus on the Hugo Beltrán case.
Okay, show me what you have so far.
- Maybe I can help. - Of course.
I requested that the car belonging to the coroner
who performed Philip Norman's autopsy be analyzed.
And I noticed that it had been tampered.
Where's the car?
It was here!
Where the hell is the car?
Take it easy, kid. No need to get angry.
They must've moved it to another impound for lack of space.
They'll bring it back soon.
In fact, look, there it is now.
Yeah... Some days it just doesn't go your way.
Mister Secretary, it is clear that this is destruction of evidence.
You know we can't do anything about it, Miss.
Submit a complaint and the cause of error shall be investigated.
Goodbye.
It's not the first time it happens.
It's the computer system, it doesn't work properly.
I've informed the Mayor's Office a few times,
but of course, why would they listen to a simple cop like me?
I knew it! I just knew it!
- Hugo, Hugo... - I'm screwed no matter what I do.
I'm really sorry. I thought you were exaggerating.
Listen to me, I'm going to review your case from the start.
Now I know there's something fishy going on.
- Now? - Yes.
What do you mean "now"?
Spectacular, as always.
Not like always.
You look better now than seven years ago.
Do you know anything about Philip?
Shall we have a drink?
The bar is closed.
I had a horrible day, Hugo...
Help me remember why it's worth being Macarena Medina.
Don't get the wrong idea, we're just partners.
Do you think you're the only one who suffered?
I lost everything seven years ago, everything.
A husband,
my son's love,
I lost you...
You're not the only one alone, Hugo.
Hello?
Hi. I'm Raquel Prieto from Diario de Málaga.
Can you confirm that Philip Norman is alive?
Excuse me?
Have you been in contact with your husband these past seven years?
Ma'am?
Don't stop...
Keep going. Don't stop.
How's it going?
Still working on the case.
Did you know that the coroner's death wasn't an accident?
The car had been tampered with,
and just as we'd discovered it they accidentally sent it to the scrapyard.
And now my only lead is the money trail.
Have you found something?
Yes.
Look.
The coroner sold this lot for one million euros
two months after the autopsy.
One million euros for a lot that's... 40 kilometers from the coast?
That's how they bribed him to falsify the report.
Do you know who bought the lot? Tell me you have a name.
Yes.
Amir Hakimi.
He's the owner of an investment fund named BlueSky System.
I tried accessing their bank statements, but that's confidential.
I'd need a judge's order, or...
Or you could ignore the rules.
Sure...
The best part about this job is that many of our clients
owe us their lives...
Sergio?
Can I ask for a favor?
What is that place?
Let's go have a drink there.
No, that's where faggots go.
Faggots? Have you seen the girls over there?
Hot damn! Are you seeing this?
Hey, sexy! You want some of this?
Check them out. - Damn...
- What's going on there? - Let's take a look.
Hey, check out that guy with the blue hair.
Hey, you!
What are you doing at a male whorehouse?
You here to see naked dudes?
Listen, if you want a real man come with us, kid!
Free grade-A beef, just for you!
Hey! Where are you going?
Let me go...
- You haven't answered. - Leave me alone...
Relax, buddy, we just want to talk, get to know you.
How does a guy like you like dicks so much?
Come with us, faggot.
Leave me alone.
Listen to him, or else.
Come on, Keko, give him a little taste...
Oh, yeah, I'll give him a taste.
Where are you going? What now, shithead?
What now?
That's it.
- That's it, Keko, hit hard. - Fuck him up.
- Worthless piece of shit. - Get up, get up.
That's it.
You can barely take a hit.
Get him up!
- Where are you going, asshole? - I don't think he likes you, Keko.
Dude...
Hit him again, he's still moving.
Keko, I think you killed him.
- You killed him. Run, Keko! - Come on, Keko, run! Let's go, Keko.
- Come on, Keko! - Keko!
I'm sorry...
Fuck. I should be on my second gin and tonic by now.
This transaction is strange.
Look.
Here.
A 20000 euro withdrawal from a bank?
It doesn't seem like much for a company that handles large transactions.
But it is for one person.
There's a pattern.
Amir Hakimi made the same transaction personally,
the first of every month and from the same bank, for seven years.
It looks like a retirement paycheck.
It's too good of a retirement paycheck, don't you think?
Could Amir be working for Philip?
Could he be his front man?
He could be... But, you know what?
I don't like guessing. I prefer to ask.
For example, where is the bank from which he withdraws the money located?
In Melilla.
What day is it today?
Tomorrow is the first day of the month.
Payday.
Who are you?
Can't you speak?
MY NAME IS JAIRO, I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU.
Why did you do it?
Because I was disgusted.
And disgust can only be washed away with pain.
Jairo!
Hurry up, Jairo, the show's about to start.
Thank you.
My name is Andrea.
Come on, Jairo, we have to get changed.
Who was he? What happened to him?
They can't wait, and more keep coming.
- Really? - Hugo, Jairo!
- Ă"scar, come here. - You better work your ass out there.
Put your hands in!
Come on!
Fellas, tonight's our night.
It's the fucking night,
so don't half ass this.
There's too much at stake. And I don't mean the debt,
I mean our future. We either turn Inferno into the top place in Marbella again
or let it disappear forever. Okay?
- Okay? - Let's do it.
Kid, you better get a tattoo soon.
I mean, I already have this one...
You're such a poet.
You probably can't tell, but I'm blushing.
All right, get dressed.
And do some pushups, I want to see you pumped.
- Sorry, sorry, sorry... - Milady.
What are you doing here?
- I'm sorry. I'm Triana... - A stowaway.
It's still early to speak to The Commander,
that's after the show.
I'm Hugo Beltrán's lawyer.
Oh, sorry.
What is it?
Hurry up, I have to be on stage.
Hugo, listen to me.
I found a man who can lead us to Philip.
He's a sort of front man.
He was in charge of bribing the coroner into falsifying the report.
Where is he?
In Melilla... The ferry is about to leave.
Hugo, we have to go.
Sunkissed, Kid, take the extinguishers.
Here, take it!
Here you go!
We go out on the count of five!
One!
Two!
Where's Hugo?
Hugo.
His lawyer came by and he left.
What?
Son of a bitch...
Iván, do we go out or not?
Iván?
We go out, damn it! Of course we do!
Say what you will, but I don't see this working out...
It wasn't that bad. I enjoyed it.
It fucking sucked. They wanted Hugo and were disappointed.
I think I'm going to go visit Deborita.
That asshole played me.
Listen, brother, Huguito has problems,
real problems...
So what, my problems are made up?
Fire, I have a fire burning inside me
Blue sky
No more hot water, damn it!
We can't afford luxuries...
I like the silence.
There isn't any in prison.
There's always someone crying, yelling or pounding.
Day and night, doesnâ€™t matter.
The noise never stops.
Are you cold?
I know a trick to warm up.
What are you doing?
Don't worry, it's harmless. My mom taught it to me.
May I?
Yes.
How's that?
Better?
Yes, thank you.
Here, take this.
Hugo, I'm sorry about what happened at the bar.
Don't worry.
I've also said some things.
I think we're tied.
Dear passengers, the ship will dock in 15 minutes.
Please head to your vehicles.
So? Trick or treat?
I was waiting for you.
What the fuck is this?
Interest.
Interest...
I sold the sound system, the speakers... That's 3000 euros.
I've give you the 13000 that I owe next week. Okay?
You'll have everything on Monday. All 13000, I swear.
Plus that.
Iván!
Who are you?
- His sister in law. - She's nobody...
Nobody?
Sister in law?
Which one is it?
Be careful... You don't want to involve her as well.
What does he mean? Who was that?
No one... Nobody... I'll tell you later.
What are you doing here? What's up?
- Nothing, it's your brother. - Yeah...
Well, you shouldn't have come.
Iván, he has a serious problem.
How much money does your husband need this time?
You know how bad prison is in Bolivia.
I send what I can but...
it's not enough.
What?
They're going after him, Iván.
They're going after him.
What?
Come here, it's okay.
- Come on. - I'm sorry, I have no one to talk to.
He calls me and tells me these things... I don't know what to do.
Besides, the kid won't talk to him on the phone,
so he gets mad and... What else can I do?
He's still young, he doesnâ€™t remember him.
You haven't come home in days, and he's insufferable.
He misses you.
And I miss him.
Tell him that when I have time
I'll pick him up and take him to the beach. Is that okay?
Okay.
I have to go...
No.
Wait, I'll go with you.
PLEASURE BOYS
Hi.
I... I want...
I want a guy.
Hi.
Come in.
This way.
I didn't call you here for that.
Why did you call me?
I don't know.
I wanted to talk...
According to the records, the withdrawals occur between 9:00 and 9:15.
It's 9:10.
I'm sure he'll show up soon.
Murder on the high seas.
Victim's body has been identified as businessman Philip Norman.
That's Philip!
Hugo, wait!
Hey!
Get out of the way!
Out of the way!
Son of a bitch...
Yeah?
Inspector Zapata?
What is it, Mrs. Medina?
Don't tell anyone when you find my husband.
Neither my brothers, nor the police.
Just me.
I want to be the first to see him.
So it will be.
Hugo!
- Have you seen Philip? - No.
There was no front man, Philip's been using an alias the whole time.
Of course.
That way he could roam freely while I rotted in prison.
You saw how that guy handed him a phone, right?
Yes.
Who tipped him off?
Who else knew we were coming to Melilla?
What?
Only you and I knew. And I assure you I didn't tell anybody.
Hugo, what are you implying?
I don't know, you tell me.
First I tell you about the car and it gets destroyed.
- And now this. - Hugo, you're getting this wrong.
- Who do you work for? - For you. I work for you.
No, you don't work for me.
Hugo!
Don't look at me like that, you're the one who's dead.
How did you find me?
Searching, Philip.
Searching.
Philip knew we were after him because of Macarena.
She played you again, not me.
EVIDENCE OF SEXUAL ASSAULT
You tried to cover your family's affairs.
Who told you that crap about my son being raped?
I wouldn't even shake hands with that man whore.
- Don't call him that. - Do you like him?
Don't go near that family, you'll end up like me.
Are we renovating?
No, we're selling.
Party's over. I'm shutting down Inferno.
Claudia, even though my brother's not here, you're not alone.
What are you doing here?
Now that your husband's not home I can take care of you.
You want to ruin the Medina family?
No, I just want to get them out of the way.
Mom! Mom!
- Forgive me! Mom! - Andrea!