Sara, I'm home.
-Come with me. -What's wrong?
-Sara is very upset. -Sara?
-Sara. -Everyone hates me. You too.
That's not true. Sara, I love you more than anything.
Please, put that down.
Put it down, Sara.
-Put it down. -Get away, Marifer.
Sara, gimme that.
Everyone wants me dead.
-You want to kill me too. -No.
-Lucía, are you okay? -Yeah.
Thanks.
Sara!
-Hey. -Are you ready?
For sure. I was waiting for you.
-Hi, baby. -Hi.
-How are you? Come on. -Good.
-You're going out? -We're going to a friend of Rodolfo's.
Hi, how are you?
-Good. -That's good.
-I'm good, thanks. -Don't worry.
I'll get them back safe and sound.
-All right. -Are you okay? You seem outta breath.
-We were exercising. -All right.
-You're not going? -I'm not.
-Let's go. -Come on.
-Are you sure you're okay? -Yeah.
-See you, Mom. -Álex.
Watch your sister. Don't leave her alone.
-Please. -Sure.
-Come on. -Let's go.
So?
Yeah. Let's go.
TODAY IS A SPECIAL DAY FOR US BOTH
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT
I can't believe how blind I was.
Sara was completely insane.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
MEDICAL CENTER
Alejandro Guzmán?
-Go ahead, the doctor is waiting. -Thanks.
Sara was murdered, doctor.
Eighteen years ago.
And your mother?
She died eight months after Sara.
Liver failure.
How did you find me?
Your name was in a notebook Sara hid in her room.
Google did the rest.
Doctor,
this Sara, your patient,
was someone I didn't know.
My mother trusted me.
She told me pretty much everything.
Well, almost everything.
She never told me
that Sara was in psychiatric therapy.
I need to know who Sara really was.
I diagnosed Sara with severe paranoid schizophrenia.
Your mother brought her in the middle of an episode.
I did what I could.
Schizophrenia has a strong hereditary component.
They call it the schizophrenic gene.
Son, be careful.
You don't want to discover
something in your family that you can't handle.
Are you trying to tell me something, doctor?
Do you know who killed her?
No. Not yet.
But I'll find out.
And I'll find out why my mom never told me the truth.
Your mother was threatened
by Sara.
Threatened? But…
Doctor, do you think Sara was capable of killing someone?
Your sister was a very harmful sociopath.
She definitely could've killed someone.
It wouldn't surprise me if her murderer was someone that felt threatened by her.
I'm not saying your mother isn't responsible.
But a schizophrenic patient, especially one's child,
can be extremely tough to handle.
It can be hard for the family to understand the illness.
The psychiatrist gave me Sara's medical history.
Did you read it?
No.
Not yet.
I have to discover who Sara really was.
Now more than ever, I need to find out what happened to her.
And it's the only way to stay out of jail.
I need to know everything.
I need to know who hurt her, who her victims were,
who hated her, and why they wanted her dead.
Don't you get it?
I spent 18 years thinking your family killed my sister,
because she was a nobody without a cent,
who was pregnant with your brother's child.
-And that's why they killed her. -Álex.
-Listen. -What?
Why don't you stop this?
-Why not give up your revenge? -What?
Just start over again and focus on something good.
They killed my sister.
Sara might've been crazy, might've been a psychopath, whatever.
Someone on that boat that day killed my sister.
Someone from my family, you mean.
Someone from your family cut the parachute ropes.
Here. Use this.
No, ma'am, you're asking too much of me.
Relax, Elroy.
Go do what you have to.
Don't disappoint me.
Elroy!
-What's up, Nicandro? -What's wrong?
What?
Why are you here alone?
Aren't you supposed to follow Chema and Rodolfo closely?
Yeah, I'm gonna see what they're up to.
What's eating you?
What's wrong?
I need to confess, miss Mariana.
Relax. Do you want a priest?
No.
I'll confess to you.
What is it, Elroy?
You asked me to cut the ropes.
I don't remember. It was a long time ago.
I didn't touch that parachute.
I couldn't.
I didn't get to.
Of course you did.
I saw the ropes. They were slashed.
-That's why that girl died. -It was someone else.
Someone that was there that day.
It wasn't me, miss Mariana. I swear it wasn't.
You're saying one of my brothers killed your sister.
I don't know.
It might've been Nicandro or Elroy.
-They were on the boat. -Álex, focus.
Sara was ill.
She had schizophrenia. You found her diary.
She had a map to a corpse buried in your yard years ago.
I'm sorry, but…
Have you considered…?
-What are you saying? -That she killed herself.
That she cut the parachute ropes to kill herself and make you all pay.
Maybe you're looking for the killer in the wrong place. Maybe…
Maybe what?
I saw someone outside.
I swear I saw someone.
Let's go.
When did the illness start?
According to your mother, ever since Sara was a child.
On our first appointment, she mentioned a specific event.
I think it was
during her sixth birthday.
Do you remember?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
It was like this, doctor.
I'd invited all her little friends,
and for some reason, she was upset.
She didn't play with anyone.
I was talking to the neighbors, and…
I saw her walking away from where we were.
She picked up a stone from the ground.
A big one.
She could barely carry it.
And with the stone in hand,
she approached a girl sitting on the ground.
Step by step.
Looking at her head like…
she was going to…
We were seconds away from tragedy.
Nobody noticed.
But when Sara looked at me…
there was nothing.
No fear or remorse.
Nothing.
Do you believe she
wanted to hurt the child?
I don't know.
But I was very afraid because she reminded me of her father.
How is… or was her father?
According to my notes, adolescence complicated things.
Why?
There are two factors that are always present, without fail.
Mood disorders and intoxicants.
A dude and some drugs.
That's what drove my sister crazy.
Strong drugs, yes.
A lethal combination for someone as unstable as your sister.
-No, it was incredible. -Wasn't it?
-Is it here? -We're here?
-Is this your friend's house? -Nicandro's, yeah. Why?
Goddamn, it's huge.
It's bigger than yours.
You're gonna meet Chema, my brother. He just got in from Miami last night.
Chema!
What's up?
-How are you? -We've been waiting for an hour.
Sorry. Meet Sara.
-Hi. -Hi.
-You too. How are you? -He's the famous Álex.
Nice to finally meet you.
The famous Álex, Chema.
-This is his sister. -Hi, sorry.
She's new, right?
-No. -Who wants a drink?
-Anything's good. -Whatever you like. It's your house.
Both of you.
-What would you like? -You want one too?
Damn, what's up, man?
-What's up? -Let's go to the kitchen.
-You'll get your food there. -No.
This is Álex, my trainer, the one I told you about.
He's my best friend, Nic.
-What's up, Nic? -Nicandro.
Dude, I thought you'd never come.
I know, man. We got held up because--
Careful! Are you crazy?
My mom'll kill me if that fucking sculpture breaks.
Dad got it for her from somewhere.
You can't take your eyes off them.
No kidding.
Dude, meet Sara.
Welcome, Sara.
This party is for you.
What do you mean, for her? I came from Miami.
-Welcome. -Don't get jealous.
Sure.
Too much talking. Sara, right?
I'll give you the tour. Come on.
-What's up, man? -What do you mean?
Are we partying with the gym employees now?
Man, Álex is a cool guy.
-And his sister gets me all worked up. -Sara is his sister?
You befriended the hick to screw his sister.
Sorry.
It's all right.
Come in.
You want some?
If you want some, I've got some.
And it's free for girls like you.
Let's get this fucking party going.
Sometimes, the best thing we can do in life is let go.
How can I let go?
There's an investigation around the corpse in my yard.
That person was killed
before I went to jail because of my sister.
More than 18 years ago. What do you think they'll say?
That I killed and buried them in my yard.
No judge will believe an ex-con.
I need to know what happened before the police does.
It's the only way to stay out of jail.
Oh, Álex.
PLEASE RESPOND.
Aren't you gonna answer?
No, not yet.
I'm the one that decides when, got it?
And this one?
Chema used one like it all the time.
The same one?
No.
That one's Nicandro's.
Nicandro.
Fucking stuck-up prick. I couldn't stand him.
-Did you ever hear from him again? -No.
He vanished years ago, as if the earth swallowed him.
-Why are you here, Clara? -Aw.
To cheer you up.
Things are going better than we planned.
You did a good job with Chema.
You gotta listen to your older sister.
Especially when they've got a short fucking fuse.
I'm getting something to eat. This pregnancy is making me ravenous.
As long as we're clear on the bilateral agreements…
I'm sure we will proceed with a satisfactory negotiation.
Will you excuse me for a second?
Pardon me.
How are you?
What can I help you with?
You got these letters,
and I didn't know if they were important, so I thought it would be good…
José María.
You don't have to bring them.
I miss you a lot, bambino.
Why don't you come home so we can start over?
Without getting angry.
-Without harming each other-- -You still don't understand.
What?
It's not about anger.
I don't like what our life has become.
We wanted a family, right?
-We already have one. -We took the first step.
Clara is pregnant. You don't seem to get it.
Why look for obstacles?
Look? There are obstacles.
I can't just play house.
-You're my family. -You don't get it.
Everything around us is against us.
-I'm happy with you, and I love you. -I'm not.
Not like this.
I told you.
I need time.
I need to be alone.
I'm asking you.
Don't find excuses to drop by. Please.
Much less at my workplace.
Now, excuse me.
-What's up? -We need to talk.
Privately.
Bruno and his mom don't live here anymore,
so what's up?
I found out stuff about Sara.
Things about her past we need to talk about.
I found out she had severe psychiatric issues.
-What do you know about that? -That it's a lie.
It's not. It's true.
But I really wanna know if you did drugs together.
What the fuck do you mean?
You heard me.
Of course not. Get out of my house.
Sara was wrong in the head and hurt people.
That's what I mean.
All right, asshole.
Every time someone mentions Sara, something inside me breaks.
And when my life is finally all right, you come here, break it again,
and rub it in my face.
Maldonado, get this guy outta here. Get him out!
You know what?
If your sister was crazy, that's your problem, not mine.
You lived with her, not me.
To me, Sara was perfect.
I just loved her, man.
Get the fuck out of my house!
I can find the exit.
Thanks.
César, the press is waiting for you to talk about the amusement park.
What do you think?
"Chameleon Park, where parents and children recover
the pride and magic of being a family."
"This project is an effort by our family business
to preserve the values that made this country great."
How will you explain Rodolfo's absence?
I told them he was on a business trip.
Prepare a list of potential managers.
My son will quit soon.
What did you expect?
He just found out you knocked up his wife.
He's so fragile and sentimental. He's more of a bitch than his brother.
I WANT TO DIE
We didn't find any ID on the victim.
The examiners will perform the examination of the evidence.
They're on it.
Considering your criminal record and the appeal submitted by your lawyer,
the court orders a six-month investigation to discover the facts.
During this period of time,
I decree a cautionary measure, a weekly appointment,
a permanence order
and strict police surveillance on Alejandro Guzmán.
Álex.
Did you see the examiner?
No, not yet.
Why are you here?
I got an email from the university in Spain.
They want to know if I'll be starting my studies next Friday.
What did you say?
-Hello. -I don't know, I…
-Doctor, any news? -Sorry.
No, we haven't identified the remains.
We did some tests with DNA and dental records.
But they don't match any official or police records.
Couldn't you tell if it's a man or a woman?
We'll do a thorough examination of the bones, but it'll take time.
I don't have time.
Why the hell am I paying you if you can't tell me anything?
The police think I killed whoever is buried in my home.
I need some information. Anything.
We established that the death occurred between 18 and 20 years ago,
from a gunshot wound to the forehead.
Right here, between the eyebrows.
A single shot.
Very precise.
The shot of an expert hunter.
Right?
-Do you happen to know any? -Álex.
-Keep me informed. Thanks. -Of course.
Excuse me.
What do you want?
To know if you have an answer to my proposal.
Help me destroy
the fucking piece of shit that ruined our lives.
You've got the balls.
I've got the means.
-When and where? -Today.
César and I will check out an amusement park we just bought.
Alone.
No guns. Nobody else.
It's the perfect moment for you to show up and intercept--
I need something from you.
Name it.
I need to know about Sara.
About her past.
What did you do?
Anything you know.
Well, there's a couple of things I could tell you about your sister.
But if what I say surprises you,
don't shoot the messenger.
Until then. Bye.
Álex.
Are you leaving?
Yeah, I wanna head home to pick up some stuff
for an errand.
-Should I come with? -No.
No, I need to do this alone.
Thanks, and…
-Go to Spain. -No.
That degree is your dream.
But you're here.
Didn't you wanna get away from your family?
No.
Just my dad.
Particularly after what he did, what we found out,
the women he abused, I…
I get it.
And I'll do my best not to go back to jail.
Not for a crime I didn't commit, again.
No matter the cost.
Look.
If you seek revenge, dig two graves.
I wouldn't want you to end up in one.
That's life.
Good luck.
If there's a history of schizophrenia in Sara's father's family,
we have to act quickly.
I'll have to examine him, and also your…
What was your eldest son's name?
Álex.
But Sara's father isn't my husband.
Or Álex's father.
My husband died a few years back.
Sara…
What I'm telling you is confidential, right?
My children won't find out?
Sara…
Sara was the result of…
It was abuse.
It was rape.
Please, swear that my children won't know about this.
Legally, I can't disclose anything you confide to me.
Her father, the man
that abused me, he's committed.
He's mentally ill.
And I see him every time I look at Sara.
She has his eyes.
The eyes of the beast that attacked me that night.
Give me that.
I don't know how to save my daughter, doctor.
Buddy, I've got a surprise for you. Try it.
-You sure? -Yeah.
Yeah, that's why they wanna go.
We've got beer here.
CHAMELEON AMUSEMENT PARK
You stay here.
I always wanted to ride a roller coaster when I was a kid.
Feel the emotion and vertigo, see everything from above.
And have my stomach flip when I came down.
But we never had the money.
But there was always money for my father's beer.
Wouldn't it be smart to have your bodyguards come along?
Being alone is what makes hunting exciting.
You, the gun,
and the beast.
Surprise, asshole.
I know you're there.
You fucking fell for it.
-César, don't provoke him. -What did you expect?
That my partner would betray me?
You're not getting outta here.
Shooting it is pointless, asshole.
Everything the drone is recording goes straight to the cloud.
And that recording is being broadcast, real-time.
You've got one minute to put down the gun and tell me the truth.
The truth? What truth?
If you don't,
I'll send the broadcast
to all the media and TV stations in the country,
as well as the GPS coordinates.
What do you think will happen?
This place will be full of cops and reporters before you can blink.
Forty-five seconds left.
Did you think I'd fall for it?
I'm not the same kid that believed you 18 years ago.
Thirty-five seconds.
César, let's negotiate.
That was a huge mistake.
Why the fuck did you do that?
He's lying. He's trying to manipulate us.
You're already screwed.
They're copies of your bank records.
Son of a fucking bitch!
The taxmen must be in the casino already starting their audit.
I'm gonna kill you.
No.
Tell me who you killed and buried in my home.
Come on, asshole.
Come on.
Come on!
Álex is here.
It was you, wasn't it, asshole?
The best hunter in Mexico, right?
Who the fuck did you bury in my house, asshole?
I'm gonna have to kill you.
Like you killed Sara.
I saved your sister's life.
I'm here, asshole.
Álex!
-Álex! -Elisa!
Elisa!