Why are you here?
Don't give me that shit, Lupe.
You can drop the fucking act.
Are you gonna deny you killed Moncho and Barroso?
That you didn't pin those murders on me while you're fucking this son of a bitch?
-No. -While you left me to rot in prison?
-It isn't what it looks like. -Shut up, motherfucker.
Charro, get to the point.
ACCIDENT 2 CREATED BY LEONARDO PADRÓN
-Let me in! -Miss, here's that kid…
Lucía! Where's your mom?
I'll handle it. Alex, what happened?
-Where's your mom? -She's not here. What is it?
-What happened? -My mom's in danger.
What? What happened?
Dad left to go get her.
I'm sure he'll hurt her, Lucía. I need the cops to stop him.
-Where's your mom? -She's not here.
Call her, please.
Yes, sweetheart?
Put him on.
-Yes. -What about your mom, Alex?
Why didn't I trust my gut?
What did you think?
That I'd just forget about all the shit you did to me?
Charro, I know I messed up, but I'm the mother of your kids.
And we have to fight for our son who's still alive.
Don't worry. He already has a family.
He's at my house, with his sister.
Sister?
Chelita. Charro's daughter.
He said nothing would happen, but he's armed,
and he's with another guy and that woman Tamara.
-You've got to help her. -I'll take care of it.
Stay with Lucía for now.
-Okay. -Relax, you talked to my mom. Trust her.
-Yeah. -Everything's gonna be fine.
DANIELA CALLING
Your call will be forwarded…
Emiliano, you were right.
Ulises and Lupe are meeting Charro.
Send me their location.
And please stay away from there. It's dangerous, okay?
Goddamn it.
Charro, what are you waiting for?
This woman stole all your money, put you in prison, cheated on you,
and she's fucking this guy. You gonna let that slide?
You're right.
No, Charrito. Brother…
-We can fix this. -Fix what, you motherfucker?
Yeah. I've got a pal, a judge.
I spoke to him, man.
He's gonna clear your charges, your file will disappear,
and you can get back to your life with your wife, with your…
-My wife? -Yes.
-The one you're fucking, dumbass? -No!
You're confused. It's nothing like that. Put the gun down, dude.
Put it down. I'll help you.
-You're gonna help me? -Yeah, I swear I will.
-Put the gun down. -Okay.
Charro!
What is it, Lupe?
Now you're scared of the dead?
What the fuck? You've gotta kill Lupe, not this guy.
Can you leave me alone?
For real?
Alcides, everything's fucked. Hurry up.
I knew you didn't have the balls. I knew it.
Car keys.
-Don't come looking for me. -Tamara.
I'm not helping you again.
Charro, let's fix this.
What the fuck do you want to fix?
I gave you a life!
I gave you two kids! I pulled you out of that whorehouse!
And how did you pay me back, Lupe?
By fucking this guy?
Fucking David?
Getting me thrown in prison?
Please. Charro.
I told you I was gonna fuck up whoever put me into that fucking hell of a prison.
I just didn't expect it to be you.
Look into my eyes.
I love you.
Turn around.
Turn around, Lupe!
Give me that, motherfucker.
Don't you know it's rude to spy on other people's relationships, dumbass?
You took my family.
You took my house.
Alex's respect!
You took my freedom, you bitch.
Let go, you bastard.
Get out of the way!
Fuck!
Close it!
Let's go!
Hold on, man.
Hold on.
Damn.
Hold on.
Send an ambulance to the location I'll send you.
-Charro shot Ulises. -What?
Hurry. I don't think he'll make it.
Wait for me to get there with backup.
Emiliano?
Oh, fuck!
Come on. Head for Route 33, Fonseca.
Hurry up!
Hurry the fuck up! He's gonna catch us!
-Please, stop. -You fucked up, Lupe.
Problems like you have to be ripped out from the roots.
The thing is, you've got nothing in there, Lupe.
Kill me then.
Do it already.
So I'll be free of you.
Let her go.
Drop the gun, asshole.
You've become a plague.
For my family, for yours.
You're the one who deserves to die.
You ruined my life, you son of a bitch.
You destroyed my family. You killed my son.
You couldn't even save your own kid.
You and I are almost the same, motherfucker.
You wanna know what the one difference is?
See, I've got balls.
Stop, please!
Emiliano, stop! Stop, please!
Press down on the wound.
I'll go get help.
We fucked up, Lupe.
The three of us.
Alex, you and me.
Look what you made me do, Charro.
I didn't want this.
We've got Alex,
but we're only getting in his way.
It's like you said.
Problems like us need to be ripped out from the roots.
You and I will always be together, Agustín.
But in hell.
Tell Alex I love him.
I love you.
MUNICIPAL POLICE
Hello?
What happened?
Is my mom okay?
I need you to breathe.
Your dad was shot.
I'm so sorry. Your dad died.
Authorities have not commented about how it all happened,
but they've confirmed the death of Agustín Mejías,
known as El Charro.
His wife, Guadalupe Barranco, is in the hospital,
and we're still waiting for updates from officials and medical staff.
Reporting live, Noción, Carla Robles.
So what the fuck do we do now?
Yeah, that shirt looks really cute on you.
It belonged to your little brother.
-Hey, champ. Hey, my baby. -Look at this beauty.
-Hey, champ. -Look, they're identical, aren't they?
-What are you doing? -Take off those clothes now.
We had a kid, not a clone.
Your gut was right. I slept with Cayetana.
I guess now we're even, since you had your little slipup with your ex-husband.
Is that what we are?
A cheating contest?
I don't know if that's what we are. I don't even know if we're a couple.
Brenda, I'd never even looked at another woman.
But the Brenda I love, the one I'm madly in love with,
I don't know where she is. I don't know if she died with Mateo.
You have no idea how much I miss her.
Talking to her, looking in her eyes, touching her, having sex with her.
Well, I'm so sorry I can't satisfy your horny-man urges.
When my son died, my body died too.
Don't you get that I'm ashamed to feel anything that isn't pain?
You've been stuck like that for a year, and you don't want to come out.
You quit therapy.
You're trying to turn this kid into a copy of the one we lost.
We both lost him, Brenda.
And I'm begging you to love me, to cry with me, to be close to me.
I regret sleeping with Cayetana, yeah,
but I don't want to spend the rest of my life missing you.
I need you to come back, even if you're broken, in pieces.
I need you to come back, Brenda, please.
How do you feel about Charro's death?
I don't know.
I guess…
relieved, maybe?
Maybe this is the start of a new chapter for me, right?
Maybe that's a good thing.
I don't know, maybe you'll see the future more clearly.
Maybe.
Little kids.
I'll mute it so you don't have to listen to them crying.
Be right back.
What's wrong, honey?
PRESS - CARLA ROBLES, JOURNALIST
THE BOY WHO SPEAKS TO THE DEAD STUNS A TOWN IN SONORA
THE BOY WHO CLAIMS TO TALK TO ANGELS
It fell out of his mouth, that's all--
What are you doing? Why are you going through my things?
Explain what you wrote about my daughter and her talks with a dead friend?
Calm down, it's not what you think--
You're trying to write another book? Trying to use her or what?
Of course not. It's not what you think, Fabián.
You think I'm an idiot.
I always knew what kind of person you were.
I thought it would be different.
I don't want you anywhere near me, or my daughter.
How could I even trust someone who betrayed her own sister?
What's wrong with you?
No, Fabián--
Fabián!
Please, let us through! You'll get your press conference!
You fucking bitch!
Yola!
Calm down.
Yes… it's true.
Mrs. Guadalupe confessed to me
that she's responsible for the deaths of Moncho Gómez and Eulogio Pinto,
and that her plan was to frame her late husband, Mr. Mejías.
The witness's testimony is compromised, Your Honor.
A personal relationship formed between the witness and my client.
Since Mrs. Barranco ended it, the witness is now trying to harm her.
-Objection. -Overruled.
I understand the defense's claim
that the witness may be trying to hurt the accused,
but if you don't have another witness, I'll have to dismiss the case.
The witness may step down.
Order in the court.
Order.
The prosecution calls its next witness, Alejandro Mejías.
The witness understands that, given his relationship to the accused,
he may choose not to testify,
as established by the National Code of Criminal Procedure.
Does the witness wish to proceed?
What is your testimony?
I heard my mom talking with my dad's lawyer.
He was saying
that it'd be hard for anyone to find out she was behind the deaths of Barroso and…
and Don Moncho.
When I confronted her to ask if…
if it was true what I'd heard…
I know you killed those guys.
I heard you. You told Ulises.
You know how fucked up it is to find out your mom's a killer?
-Someone had to avenge your brother. -It wasn't Moncho's fault.
That's called collateral damage.
She didn't deny it.
You fucking bitch.
Order!
Order in the court.
Having heard the evidence and testimony against Guadalupe Barranco,
this court finds sufficient grounds
to sentence her to 75 years in prison
for the murders of Ramón Gómez and Eulogio Pinto.
This hearing is now adjourned.
I'm proud of Alex.
It takes guts to do what he did.
Alex is a good kid.
How did you do it?
How did you survive your son's death?
I'm not sure I did.
I didn't make it.
You have a visitor.
Forgive me.
You did the right thing, munchkin.
I'm sorry.
Someone had to end all this.
You did what was right.
All I ever wanted was to give you a beautiful life.
And look where we ended up.
They say God doesn't give you trials you can't overcome.
But that's a lie.
Forgive me, Alex.
I can't get over losing Gabito.
I wasn't the one who killed those men.
It was sadness and rage.
I wanted to avenge his death.
To exorcize the pain.
But everything just got worse.
And Dad?
Did he have to die too?
Your dad loved you so much, Alex.
But he turned into an uncontrollable volcano.
And now, finally, he's resting from all that fury.
But you're not like us.
Don't let our story define you.
You're a good person.
And no matter where I am,
even if I'm locked up for the rest of my life,
I'll always be proud of the man you've become.
Never forget how much I love you.
Everything's going to be okay.
You're going to be okay, Alex.
You're going to be okay, munchkin.
Help me pack my bags, please. Each one's got its own special box.
Don't take too long. Hi, sweetheart!
Why are we leaving like this, Mommy? Where's Dad and my brother?
I'll explain later, okay, princess?
It's you and me against the world, just how we like it, like always.
-Did you pack your dolls yet? -On it.
Good, go on then!
Last-minute travel plans?
I'm not some small-town woman.
Looks more like you're running away.
I didn't know moving could look like running away.
-It's not a crime, is it? -No, moving isn't.
But helping an inmate escape from prison,
that's a different story.
Obviously, it wasn't Lupe who helped him.
It had to be his other woman.
And I'm guessing that other woman is me.
Tamara Ferrante.
A.K.A. Pantera.
I'm sure it was you who put up the cash for Charro's escape.
But don't worry.
I'm not interested in you.
Someone on the inside must've helped him.
That's what I care about.
Give me a name, and I'll let you go back to Jalisco to live your life in peace.
Or we take your daughter, and she'll have to visit you in prison.
If you ever see her again.
What'll it be?
I went to talk to that woman they call Pantera.
She told me everything.
You helped Charro escape from prison.
What are you talking about?
I've got proof, asshole.
I'm gonna ask you a favor.
-Don't do it. -Get the hell out.
What are you gonna do?
Kill me?
Do what I never had the guts to do.
You think I care that much about living?
Do it, and finish destroying yourself, you bastard.
They blackmailed me.
They threatened to release some videos.
Of minors, for fuck's sake.
Do you realize what a piece of shit you are?
What a disappointment, Santos.
You were my friend, my mentor, my model of integrity.
Don't make this public.
It's not just my reputation, it's the institution's.
It doesn't deserve that.
And what are you suggesting?
Let me resign.
Or I'll ask for early retirement.
I hope
your guilty conscience eats you alive.
Take him away.
I'm really glad you decided to come back.
Thanks for having me, Fabián.
Always.
Well, then, let's begin.
Tell me, how have you felt during this stage of motherhood?
Honestly, I thought I was doing a lot better.
But…
I'm realizing…
I'm not moving forward at all.
My life's a mess, Fabián.
And the grieving stage.
How've you handled it?
I try.
I swear I try every single day of my life.
Some days I feel like I'm moving forward, and then I realize I'm worse than before.
I don't know what to do.
This test life's throwing at me, it's too much. I feel like I can't…
I know you don't want to see me. I just need you to listen,
and I'll never bother you again.
Okay?
Fine, make it quick. I've got things to do.
Come in.
Look, I know you don't believe me.
You think I've got poison in my fingertips,
and I'm just waiting to strike.
But that's not it.
Know what I wanted with your daughter's story?
The one about her talking to my dead nephew?
I did want to investigate, to look into it, but with you.
Oh, please.
I'm serious.
A year ago, I couldn't have even imagined putting myself in your shoes,
or Daniela's.
Back then, I couldn't see past myself.
But now I'm a mother.
And I understand deeply the love you feel for Paula,
and how confusing what's happening to her must be.
That's why I wanted to go through this with you.
You know? Talk to experts, do interviews, gather testimonies.
Find out if there's really something beyond death.
Maybe Paula's seeing something we can't.
Here.
Use it, burn it, tear it up.
Whatever you want.
It's yours.
Okay.
Thanks.
MENTAL DISORDERS POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER
MEDIUMSHIP AND THE SPIRITUAL WORLD
Why the serious face, Dad?
-Did you finish your homework? -I did, Dad.
I was thinking we could invite Carla over for lunch on Saturday.
I wanna make her the tres leches cake Mom taught me.
Carla believes me.
And Rodrigo's mom does too.
Rodrigo used to love it when we brought Goal here.
That's why I brought him.
It was Rodrigo's request.
There's something I've been wanting to tell you
for days now, but…
I just haven't.
Paulita…
Paulita says she talks to Rodrigo.
Yeah, I know it sounds crazy.
But she told me things she couldn't possibly know.
Unless it was true.
So I started thinking, if Paulita can talk to Rodrigo,
I can too.
I swapped my tequila nights
for this.
I write to him, tell him all the things I still wish I could say.
I let out everything I've been keeping inside.
What you're doing is beautiful.
It makes me feel closer to him.
It's really helped me to heal.
It's liberating.
I've also…
found something that helps me, you know?
I talk to myself at night.
I tell myself,
"Don't be so hard on yourself, man."
"God's got a plan."
"Rodrigo's still a part of you."
Miss Carla, someone's asking for you.
By any chance, are you lactose intolerant?
What?
Paula wants to invite you over Saturday to try her famous tres leches cake.
And Paula's dad is okay with that?
Maybe we could expand our notes.
Expand our notes?
Maybe we'll end up writing a book together, huh?
What do you think?
Conversations of a Skeptical Therapist and a Reckless Journalist.
-Hey. -Wondering if There's Life After Death.
What time on Saturday?
And my husband?
He's not here.
-Even better. -If you want a fight, today's not the day.
I don't fight women like you.
I know you slept with Javier. You took advantage of our fragile relationship.
You know what's worse?
I saw you coming from day one.
And I told him.
So, I forced him? He's not to blame at all?
No, I'm not saying that. Of course he's to blame.
I also know how men work when it comes to sex.
Which is why I know you don't matter.
Well, then that's settled.
So this woman who doesn't matter won't be bothering you anymore.
Today's my last day at the firm.
Brenda.
Did something happen to Mateo?
Mateo's gone.
Our son's name is Miguel Ángel.
I was waiting for you.
What are we doing here?
I wanted to say goodbye.
You're leaving?
I can't stay in this town, Lucía. You know that.
Are you serious?
I need… space.
Time.
To remember what normal life feels like.
Normally, I would've begged you to come with me.
But even if it sounds kind of pretentious,
I need to find myself.
Figure out what I'm meant for.
When are you leaving?
Today.
There's a direct flight to Madrid.
I don't know, I've always wanted to see Spain.
Yeah, also, your English sucks.
And don't even mention my French.
I'm gonna miss you like hell.
Me too.
Don't take too long to come back.
Mrs. Barranco, you have a visitor.
You've got a couple minutes.
I have nothing to say to you.
I know.
I just wanted to see you like this.
Locked up in the same cell where you ordered my Moncho's death.
In case you get hungry.
While they're transferring you to the penitentiary.
Don't worry, it's not poisoned.
What I want is for you to rot in prison.
Code red in cell four!
HAVE A NICE TRIP SANTA CRUZ THANKS YOU FOR YOUR VISIT
Lucía. What's going on? Are you okay?
-Mom, there's a surprise for you. -What?
-What's that? -Come on, hurry.
-Who sent it? -Dad.
-Open it. -Okay.
See.
-It's an invitation to dance. -Mom, you have to go.
You love to dance, and you're gonna look amazing.
I'll help you get ready. Actually, by the time I do your hair and makeup,
it'll be super late.
-Come on, let's go. -But don't overdo the makeup.
Dear Rodrigo,
Flea died two months after you left.
I think he missed you.
Just like I do.
But yesterday, a new tenant arrived at the house.
I think your love for random facts came from Grandma Matilde.
I've become obsessed. It's so much fun.
Did you know sharks have been on Earth longer than dinosaurs?
And that giraffes only sleep half an hour a day?
You used to tell me stuff like that all the time.
We had the honor of being your parents and having you for nine years.
And I wouldn't trade that for anything.
I've realized no one really dies if they live on inside you.
Thank you, my son.
For never letting go of my hand.
Subtitle translation by: Francel Diaz