Why are we here?
Lupe, don't act stupid. Please, stop it.
The charade is over.
Moncho and Barroso died because of you.
You put their murders on me
while giving this motherfucker sex to keep me in prison.
You fucker!
You both deserve to be dead, you know?
No, this isn't what it looks like.
-Shut the fuck up. -Charro, get to the point.
THE ACCIDENT 2 CREATED BY LEONARDO PADRÓN
-Let me in! -Miss, this boy…
-Lucía! -Alex!
-Where's your mother? Let go of me! -Don't worry, I'll take care of this.
Where's your mother?
She's not here. Is something wrong?
My mom's really in danger.
Why? What happened?
My dad's after her.
He's going to hurt her, Lucía. I need the police to stop him.
-Where's your mom? -She isn't here.
Call her, please.
What is it, sweetheart?
Put him on.
-Yes? -Alex, what's going on?
-I should have listened to my intuition. -What did you expect?
Did you think I'd just roll over after all you did?
I haven't been a saint, I know,
but I'm the mother to your children, Charro.
And we have to fight for the only child we have left.
Don't worry. He still has family.
His baby sister. They're at my house.
He has a sister?
Chelita. Charro's daughter.
He said he won't do anything to her, but he grabbed a gun and left with a guy.
There's also this woman. Tamara.
-Please, go and help her. -I'll take care of this.
Just stay with Lucía in the meantime.
-Yes. -Okay, calm down. My mom will help.
-Yeah. -Everything will be fine.
DANIELA CALLING
Your call will be transferred to voicemail.
Emiliano, you were right.
Ulises and Lupe went to meet with Charro.
I need you to send me their location right now.
And please don't go there. It's much too dangerous.
This is shit.
What are you waiting for?
She framed you for murder, stole your money, cheated on you.
And is fucking this asshole loser? You're okay with this?
You're right.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! No, no, no, no.
Please! Please, you're my friend.
-We'll work everything out. -What's there to work out?
I-- I have a friend who's a judge.
-Really? -He can make your sentence disappear.
So all of the charges will be dropped and you can go back to your life.
You can live happily ever after with your wife and son.
-My wife? -Yes.
-The one you're fucking? -No! No, no, no, no. Please.
Just put down the gun and we can talk it out.
Put it down. I can help you.
-Bro, you'll help me? -I will. I swear I'll help you.
-Great. -Please.
-You'll help me. Yes. -Drop the gun.
Charro!
What's wrong, Lupe?
What? Now you're afraid of a dead body?
Why did you do that?
You're supposed to kill her, not that loser.
Give us a moment.
You're serious?
Alcides, hurry up. Come get me.
I knew you didn't have the balls. You're a pussy!
Where are the car keys?
Don't ask for my help again.
-Tamara. -Don't ever bother me.
We can work this out. Please, Charro.
What the fuck do you want to work out, Lupe?!
I gave you a great life!
I took you out of the whorehouse and I gave two children, you slut!
How did you pay me back?
You fucked this asshole!
You fucked David too!
And you made sure I went to prison!
Please… Charro.
I told you I was gonna destroy
whoever it was that put me in that bitch of a hole in hell.
Lupe, I never dreamed it could be you.
Please, will you forgive me?
I love you.
Turn around.
Turn around, Lupe! Turn around!
Hey, hey, hey. Don't you dare. Give me that, asshole.
Didn't anyone tell you that it's rude to spy
when it's none of your business?
You tore apart my family!
You stole my house.
And the respect of Alex!
You took away my freedom, you stupid whore.
Let go, asshole!
Get out of my way, Lupe!
Motherfucker!
-Close the door! -Let's go!
Hang on.
Stay with me. Hang on.
We'll get you to the hospital.
Send an ambulance to the location I'm sharing.
-Charro shot Ulises. -What?
Hurry up. He might not make it.
Wait for me until I get you backup.
Tell me you'll wait!
Shit, damn it!
Let's see. The quickest route is going on the 33.
Go faster!
He's catching up! Come on, hurry!
-Stop, please. -You're such a stupid bitch.
You're a problem that must be cut out by the root.
Because you're empty inside. Right, Lupe?
Just kill me then.
Once and for all.
I wanna get rid of you.
Let her go.
Put down your gun!
You're a plague.
To my family, and to yours as well.
You're the only person here who deserves to die.
You destroyed my entire life, you motherfucker!
You ended my family. You killed my son.
You couldn't even save your own child, fucking asshole.
You and I are the same because we both destroy.
There's only one thing that makes us different, you know?
Take a guess.
That I have balls.
Stop, please!
Emiliano, stop! You've done enough, please!
Put pressure on the wound.
I'll go and get help!
We fucked up, Lupe.
We lost.
The three of us.
Alex, you, and me.
Look what you made me do, Charro.
I didn't want any of this.
We have Alex.
But we've become a problem for him.
It's like what you said.
Problems like us must be
cut out by the root.
You and I will always be together, Agustín.
But we'll be together in hell.
Tell Alex I love him.
I love you.
Maybe I held on for too long
When all the time I knew that it was wrong
Too numb to know That I was black and blue
How could I be so lost For loving you
But I couldn't close the door
And I know That I should know better
'Cause you got me Coming back for more
Oh, I'm so lost for loving you
MUNICIPAL POLICE
It's the way you make me light up
You intoxicate me with your fire
Your fire
It’s the way you make me light up
You intoxicate…
Hello?
…me with your fire
Fire…
What?
Is my mom okay?
Mm-hm.
I need you to take a deep breath.
Your father was shot.
I'm sorry, but he passed away.
The authorities have remained tight-lipped regarding how the events unfolded,
but it's been revealed that Agustín Mejías, a.k.a. Charro, has died.
His wife, Guadalupe Barranco, is currently hospitalized.
And now we're waiting for updates from the authorities,
as well as her medical team.
We'll keep you updated. This is Carla Robles.
Maybe I held on for too long
When all the time…
What the hell are we supposed to do now?
That shirt belonged to your brother, and it looks beautiful on you, Mateo.
Yes.
Hello, my champ. Hello, my sweet baby.
Look how handsome he is.
Yes, my little champ.
It's amazing how much they look alike.
See?
-No. -What are you doing?
I'm taking these clothes off. He's our son, not his brother's clone.
You know what? You were right. I slept with Cayetana.
And you had that slip-up with your ex,
so we could consider ourselves even now, right?
Is that what we've become?
Two competitive cheaters?
I don't know what we are. Do you?
I don't even know if we can call ourselves a couple.
I've never set my eyes on any other woman in my life.
But the Brenda I fell in love with, and the one I deeply adore, is gone.
I'm afraid she died the day Mateo did.
Do you have any idea how much I miss her?
I miss talking to her, I miss looking at her.
I miss the way we had sex.
Well, I'm very sorry I can't satisfy all your animalistic needs.
When my son died, well, my desire passed away too.
Don't you understand that I'm ashamed to feel anything other than anguish?
It's been a year since it happened.
You cherish that anguish.
You chose to stop therapy.
Our baby has been turned into a copy of the one we lost.
We both lost our son, Brenda.
We lost him together.
I beg you to cry with me
and find our way again because we need to keep living.
I know I should never have slept with Cayetana,
but I don't want to spend the rest of my life
wishing that you return.
I need you to come back, even if you're broken.
But I need you to come back, Brenda. Please. For us.
How are you dealing with Charro's death?
I have no idea.
I can say I feel…
some relief, maybe?
This could be the beginning of something new for me, right?
That's not a bad thing.
Who knows, maybe you can see things more clearly.
More clearly.
That little guy.
I'll turn down the volume so you don't have to hear kids crying.
I'll be right back.
What is it, sweet pea?
PRESS - CARLA ROBLES, JOURNALIST
THE BOY WHO SPEAKS TO THE DEAD STUNS A TOWN IN SONORA.
THE BOY WHO CLAIMS TO TALK TO ANGELS
His pacifier fell out so it was nothing.
Those are my things.
-What are these? -Why do you have them?
Can you tell me why you wrote about my daughter
and the conversations she had with her dead friend?
It's not what you think. Trust me. Calm down.
You're saying you don't plan to write another book?
-Take advantage of my daughter? -No. What's the matter?
-Of course not. You're wrong, Fabián. -You must think I'm really stupid.
You're the same awful person I first met, aren't you?
-What? -I thought you had changed.
Stay away from me and from my daughter.
I don't know why I trusted someone who betrayed her own sister
when she was in mourning.
What happened?
Fabián? No, wait.
Fabián!
Here she comes.
-Ms. Barroso, tell us… -Did you kill those two men?
Please let us through and step aside.
You'll have time to ask questions at the press conference.
-Is it true you murdered… Hey! -Fucking murderer!
Yola, stop! Please, stop!
-Yola. -Yola! You need to calm down.
This isn't helping anyone.
Yes, it's true. She told me.
Ms. Barroso confessed to me that she's the one who ordered
the murders of Moncho Gómez and Eulogio Pinto.
Her intention was to frame her husband, may he rest in peace,
Agustín Mejías.
Uh, the testimony of Mr. Quijada is tainted, Your Honor.
He was in a personal relationship with my client.
When my client wanted to end it, he went on a quest for revenge
and to destroy her.
-No, Your Honor. Objection. -Overruled.
The defense has actively attempted to discredit the testimony of the accused.
Please refrain from this.
If you have no other witnesses, I will move the charges to be dismissed.
The witness may step down now.
-That's ridiculous. -A waste of taxpayers' money.
Order in the court.
Order!
We would like to call our next witness for the prosecution,
Alejandro Mejías.
The witness is aware that given his relationship with the accused,
he can refrain from testifying,
as established by the National Code of Criminal Procedures.
Is the witness willing to proceed?
Tell us your testimony.
Uh…
I overheard my mom and the lawyer defending my father.
He said that…
it would be very difficult for anyone to find out she was responsible
for the death of Barroso and Moncho.
When I confronted her to confirm what I heard,
if it was true she had those guys killed…
Enough with your lies.
I know you murdered those two guys.
I heard you when you were talking to Ulises.
Who else was going to avenge the murder of your brother?
How do I deal with that?
…she didn't deny it.
Fucking bitch.
Order, please!
Order in the court!
Given the evidence and testimony presented
against the defendant, Guadalupe Barranco,
this court finds her guilty beyond a reasonable doubt
and has decided to hand down a sentence of 75 years in prison
for the manslaughter of victims Ramón Gómez and Eulogio Pinto.
I hereby declare that this court is now adjourned.
Honestly, I'm proud of Alex.
I'll hand it to him, it takes balls to do what he did.
Alex grew up to be a good man.
Will you tell me how you did it?
How did you survive the death of your son?
I'm not sure I survived it.
My heart is still gone.
You have a visitor.
Please, forgive me.
You did the right thing, sweetheart.
I'm still sorry.
Someone had to put an end to all of this.
That was the right call.
I only wanted to give you a good life, you know?
-And what I did was mess it up. -Hmm.
They say God doesn't send us situations we can't overcome.
But how can that not be a lie?
Forgive me, Alex,
but I can't overcome the loss of our Gabito.
I'm not the one who killed those men.
It was the sadness and anger I held on to.
I only wanted to avenge his death,
and to tear the pain out of me.
Oh, but it all went from bad to worse.
What about Dad?
Did he really have to die?
Your father loved you very much, Alex.
But he became so wild and uncontrollable.
He's now finally at rest with all of his fury.
You know that you're not like us.
Don't let our choices define how you want to live.
You're a good person.
And it doesn't matter where I am,
even if I'm locked up for life…
I'll always be proud of who you are now, and of the man you will become.
So never forget how much I love you.
Everything will be fine.
You're going to be okay, sweetheart.
You will always be okay.
Help me pack my handbags.
Each one of them has its own special box, but don't take too long.
Hello, my love!
Why are we going away so fast?
And what happened to my dad and my brother?
Well…
I'll explain everything later, sweetheart.
It'll be just you and me against the entire world,
because that's how we like it.
You packed your dolls?
-I'll go pack them. -Get to it!
Going on a last minute trip?
I don't really fit in a small town.
This looks like you're trying to escape.
Is it a crime to leave a new place when it doesn't suit you?
I need a city that has more.
Oh, leaving isn't a crime.
But helping someone escape from prison…
…that's a different story.
And obviously, it wasn't Lupe who helped him,
so it had to be his other woman.
And that woman has to be me, is that so?
Tamara Ferrante.
Also known as "The Panther."
I'm certain it was you who provided the money that bought Charro's freedom.
But no need to be worried.
I'm not interested in you.
Someone had to help from the inside.
That's who I'm interested in.
Tell me their name,
and you can return to your great life in Jalisco,
with nothing to worry about.
Or we could take your daughter away
and she'll have to visit you in prison.
That's if you see her again.
What do you prefer?
I had a conversation with the woman they call The Panther.
She ended up spilling it all.
You're the one who helped Charro escape from prison.
What are you saying?
I have proof, you bastard.
Just go, will you? Mm?
-Don't be an idiot. -Get out.
What's with the gun?
You're going to kill me?
Okay, do what I didn't have the guts to do. Ever.
Do you think I care about living?
Go ahead. Shoot. You'll dig your grave at the same time.
Mm.
I was being blackmailed.
They were going to publish some videos.
With minors. You're kidding me.
Do you realize the perverted monster that you are?
How disappointing, Santos.
You were my friend, my mentor.
-An example of integrity. -Don't let anyone know this.
It's not just my reputation, but the police department's too.
And they don't deserve this.
What do you propose to do then?
Let me quit the force.
Or maybe I'll ask for retirement.
I hope that…
your conscience will haunt you forever.
Take him away.
I'm so glad you decided to return.
-Thanks for seeing me, Fabián. -I'm always here.
Okay then, let's begin.
Tell me, how's motherhood been for you in this new chapter of your life?
Well…
I thought I was doing much better, but…
Well, I've come to realize that…
I'm not able to move on.
My life has become a mess, Fabián.
And how have you been since your loss?
How have you been coping?
Well, I'm… I'm trying every day.
I swear, every day I keep trying so my life will be good.
There are days I'm feeling like I make progress,
but then I realize I'm worse than before.
I don't know what to do.
Sometimes I feel that things are too much to handle,
that I can't deal with it.
I know you don't want to see me, but I need you to hear me out.
And then I won't bother you again.
Okay?
Fine, make it quick because I've got things to do.
-Come in. -Thanks.
-For very good reasons you don't trust me. -Hmm.
You think I exploit people just for personal gain.
That's not what I want to do.
I'm not poisonous.
Do you know what I wanted to do with Paula's story,
who, by the way, talks to my nephew that passed away?
I wanted to investigate to find out more, but to do it with you.
-Oh, please. Come on. -It's the truth.
In the past, I could never have been able to put myself in your shoes.
Or for that matter, in Daniela's.
A year ago, I wasn't capable of seeing beyond myself.
But now, I'm a mother.
I understand the love that you have for your daughter,
what she's going through, and how confused you must be.
Which is why I want to take this journey together with you.
Why not? We can talk to experts, do interviews, find testimonies,
to see if it's true that there can be life beyond death.
Perhaps, Paula can see things we're not able to.
Here, please.
You can use it, burn it, tear it up.
Do what you want with it.
This is yours.
Okay.
Thanks.
MENTAL DISORDERS POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER
MEDIUMSHIP AND THE SPIRITUAL WORLD
Why are you so serious, Daddy?
Did you finish your homework?
All of it.
I want to invite Carla over for lunch on Saturday.
I want to make her the cake Mom taught me to bake.
Carla believes me.
And Rodri's mom too. They understand.
Rodri loved it when we…
when we took Goal here.
That's why I brought him.
On Rodrigo's request.
There's something I need to talk to you about…
for a few days now.
But I didn't know how.
Paula says…
Paula says that she talks with Rodrigo.
Yes, I know it sounds just crazy.
But she's told me things she couldn't possibly know unless she did.
It's got to be true.
I started thinking, and if Paula can talk to Rodrigo,
maybe I can too.
So I replaced the tequila nights I had
with this.
I write to him.
I tell him all the things I never had the opportunity
to share with him.
I let out everything I have stuck inside, so I can feel lighter.
It's beautiful what you're doing with this.
This helps me feel him closer.
For me, this has been so healing and so…
Liberating.
I also have to say…
I've found a way that helps a lot for me to deal with things.
I've started talking to myself at night.
And I keep telling myself things like,
"You can stop being so hard on yourself."
"God has a plan for you."
Hmm.
"Rodri will always be with us."
Miss Carla.
A visitor.
I'm wondering if you are lactose intolerant.
Why?
Paula would like you to come over on Saturday
to try her tres leches cake.
And is Paula's dad fine with this invitation?
Maybe we could expand on our notes together?
Expand on our notes together?
And if a nonfiction book comes out of it, that'll be fine too.
-Ah. -I got the title.
It could be Discussions Between a Skeptical Therapist…
Mm-hm?
…and a Journalist Who's Somewhat Reckless.
Okay.
They want to find out together if there's life beyond death.
Saturday, what time?
Where's my husband?
He's not here.
Alright.
Look, Brenda, if you're here for a fight, today's not the day.
I don't pick fights with women like you.
I know you slept with my husband.
You took advantage of a difficult time in our relationship.
Do you know the worst part?
I knew from day one what you wanted.
-Mm. -And I told him.
Oh, according to you, I forced him and he's completely innocent.
No, I'm not saying that. Absolutely he's to blame.
But I know perfectly well how men work when it comes to sex.
And I know you're completely irrelevant to him.
Ah. Well, it's over.
This irrelevant woman won't keep bothering you.
You have nothing to worry about.
Today's my last day at this firm.
Brenda.
Something wrong with Mateo?
Mateo is not with us.
Our son's name is Miguel Ángel.
I was waiting for you.
What are we doing here?
I wanted to see you and say goodbye.
You're leaving?
There's no way I can stay in this town now.
Are you serious?
I need…
space.
And time.
I need to remember how to live a normal life.
Before, I definitely would have begged you to come away with me.
And I know this sounds stupid…
now I really need to find myself.
Find out what I'm good at.
When are you going?
Tonight.
I booked a flight to Madrid.
I don't know why, but I'm curious about Spain.
It's because your Spanish is good.
But don't ask me to speak French.
I'm gonna miss you a lot.
I will too.
Don't go away for very long.
Mrs. Barranco.
A visitor.
You have a couple of minutes.
I have nothing more to say to you.
I know that already.
I wanted to see what it's like for you here,
locked in the same place where you made sure they murdered my Moncho.
In case you get hungry…
…while they take you to prison.
Don't worry, there's no poison in it.
What I really want is for you to rot in that prison.
Code red in cell four! We have a code red in cell four!
HAVE A NICE TRIP SANTA CRUZ THANKS YOU FOR YOUR VISIT
Lucía?
-Mom! -Is everything okay?
-There's a surprise for you. -What?
-What is it? -Come and see.
-Who sent this? -Dad did.
-Come on, open it. -Alright.
It's an invitation to go to a dance.
You have to go.
Please, you love dancing, and you're going to look amazing. Please!
I'll help you get ready.
Hurry, because with the makeup, and doing your hair,
you're going to end up being super late. Come on!
Don't go too hard with the makeup.
My dear Rodrigo.
La Pulga died two months after you left us.
He missed you a lot.
Like all of us.
Yesterday, a new fish arrived at the house.
I think you may have inherited the joy of random facts from my grandma.
And I've become a fan too. It's fun to say these facts.
Did you know that sharks have been on the Earth
longer than the dinosaurs?
And giraffes only sleep half an hour a day?
You said those things to me all the time.
We were honored to have you as our son for nine years, Rodri.
I wouldn't change that for anything in the world.
I realize now that no one dies if someone keeps their memory alive.
Thank you, my son,
for holding my hand.