Transactions.
It's all about transactions.
In any situation, meeting, relationship,
each person seeks something from the other.
The question is, what do they want?
Or rather, what do they think they want?
In most cases, it's pretty obvious.
You can see it in how they dress, how they speak, how they behave.
Most people reveal everything about themselves in a few minutes.
That is, if you know how to read them.
Can we get a picture with you? Just one, please.
Imagine, for instance, an actress that has just been humiliated, abandoned.
What could she want?
She doesn't need more fame.
She doesn't need more money.
What she seeks is reparation.
To feel special again,
valuable, unique.
Now that we know what she wants,
the key is how can I use it to get what I want.
This is not what it looks like.
What do you mean?
Check the veining. It's too ordinary.
Real marble is impure by nature.
The deepest soil is compressed at extreme temperatures,
creating unpredictable patterns every time.
-Are you a designer? -Yes.
TOMÁS LANDETA LUXURY DESIGNER
For my clients, I like going straight to the source.
And where's that? Where's the source?
Golzinne, Belgium.
Soignies marble is...
so rare that you can only find it
in one or two underground quarries in the world.
There's nothing like it.
And you have a contact in Golzinne?
But he doesn't operate in the legitimate market.
There can't be any paperwork.
I'm not against breaking the rules,
but I'd like to see a sample.
While this is true, thinking exclusively
in transactional terms can be too cold,
clinical.
Human beings need something more.
A story to believe in.
We create characters for every situation.
But we screw up because we only focus on what we want.
In business and life,
we need to focus on the people in front of us.
XAVIER ESCALANTE ENTREPRENEUR GURU
At the end of the day, we're pretty simple.
Our wishes are mostly universal.
Throughout two weeks in my exclusive retreat for entrepreneurs,
I will teach you not only how to create stories,
but also how to mold them
in order to always, always, get what you want.
It's not hard to fill a room
with people who dream of success and fortune...
If you don't pass, you'll get your money back.
...and make them believe there's an easy path to reach them.
See you there.
A secret only you can give them.
And secrets, of course, have a price.
Hey, Ana...
I saw you recording the session.
It's okay, but all in all, that's why the program costs what it costs.
Of course, I didn't think of that.
I'll delete it.
Hey.
They say the student usually surpasses the master.
Great job today, really.
Any scam requires at least two participants.
One who lies and one who believes.
Complicity is everything.
That voluntary suspension of disbelief.
Damascena.
A financial advisor who needs to hide from his enemies,
offering a lonely woman the chance to save him
and a reason to feel alive.
It's the least I can do after everything you did for me.
EDUARDO PINTO FINANCIAL ADVISOR
-Any news? -No, they covered their tracks
and it's almost impossible to find evidence on this type of embezzlement.
But it doesn't matter.
Don't worry. I'll get through this.
Of course you will.
And you have me for anything you need.
And you have me.
Knowing deep down that a story is too incredible,
and deciding to keep believing anyway.
See you on Wednesday.
-There are no innocents in this game. -Eduardo.
No victims, no victimizers.
My house is yours for as long as you need it.
They are, plainly and simply, transactions.
FOLLOW
What's up, Chiro?
What? Where are you?
-Fuck! -Goddammit!
Okay, I'm coming. Bye.
Calm down.
-What happened? -It's just gas.
-Right? -Don't worry. It's normal.
Your sister is fine.
He said it's normal for first-time mothers.
-Okay. -But that next time, please,
I should call them before rushing over here.
Hey, I swear he enjoys scolding me.
We can change if you want.
No, it's not a big deal. He's very good, isn't he? I trust you.
Can you give me a ride to college?
-Shouldn't you rest? -I'm seeing my dissertation examiner.
How can you rest in that dump you live in?
By the way, I've paid a deposit for an apartment for both of us.
Temporarily.
-Is that so? -Yes.
-Where? -Buenos Aires, close to the university.
No.
The master's degree is four years. While you settle down--
I had said no already. I told you I would postpone it.
I don't know. Perhaps in a few years, I will be--
Living a life you didn't want.
-If Mom could, we can too. -Mom couldn't.
You just don't remember.
It's just temporary. I'll just be there until you settle in.
To make sure the baby is all right.
Besides, I have a job opportunity there I'm considering, and...
Really?
No way.
Do you have photos of the apartment?
Let's see.
How did we do with these guys?
Good enough.
They made a deposit today. We've cut their trusts considerably.
So what? Two of them didn't want to invest in a better future and all that shit?
If Chavy Hernandez's entrepreneurship course
-wasn't, well, basically, bullshit. -Xavier Escalante, dude.
-It's all the same, bro. -Shut up, man.
Shit. Whatever.
I can't believe they're such naive bastards.
I swear, I almost envy them.
What you envy is that they come from a rich family, man.
Why don't we have another go? Yes, let's charge double.
Two chefs instead of one. One more handsome than the other.
Dude, we don't do second rounds.
Not even with the actress?
-Jesus. -Come on, bro!
If I was you, I would happily do it again. Happily.
Good thing you're not me. You don't know when to stop.
By the way, did she pay for the marble?
-Are you sure? -Yes.
Well, man, then that's it.
Are you really leaving?
You're not thinking this through.
It's insurance season, dude. I have options for you.
An asshole has just insured a specific art piece
-for 20 million dollars. -No, enough. We shouldn't push our luck.
We have what we needed. Let's pack it up.
-We're done. -All right.
To hell with me, is that it?
If you want to keep going without me, go ahead.
Here it is.
The only problem is that my foreign affairs contact
raised their price.
Inflation, he says.
Even criminals are affected by this issue.
Sebastián.
-Didn't we use Sebastián already? -No.
Sergio, Santiago... Not Sebastián.
Delicious. These are perfectly done.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
Eduardo, what's wrong?
They've found me, Tamara.
The last thing I want is to expose you.
-If something happened to you, I'd never-- -No. Don't worry.
I'm totally protected.
What matters is that you get the best lawyer.
It won't help. They want to screw me over. They won't stop until they do.
Are you leaving?
Just for a little while.
Is there anything I can do for you?
No. I won't take advantage of your generosity. No.
I'll see what I can do.
How much do you need?
Thank you.
How did she take it?
She always knew this would come to an end.
I just gave her the pleasure of being my savior.
You enjoyed playing the victim more than anything, man.
What are you talking about, dude? Eduardo Pinto is a fucking hero.
He sacrificed his security and properties
to stop his colleagues from stealing from their clients.
I will miss you, man.
Even though it offends me that you never used the characters I suggested.
-Because they're all potheads, dude. -Go to hell.
I've transferred everything into the new account.
-Except for my cut, of course. -Perfect.
Enjoy your retirement, asshole.
-Thanks, bro. -See you around.
Goddammit!
Come on!
Are you okay?
Please don't call the insurance. Please.
I was on the phone and very distracted.
Please forgive me.
It's not that terrible.
Oh, my God! Fuck!
Look...
We can work it out without the insurance.
We'll see.
Forgive me. I'm sorry. Please forgive me.
-Hey. -It's just...
-It's okay. -It's not.
Relax. Calm down.
It was an accident. It's all right.
Relax.
We really are going to fix this ourselves directly, right?
Yes, sure. This is between you and me.
Okay. It's just, right now... I'm so stupid.
It doesn't matter. Do you want to call someone?
No.
Please no.
Okay.
Look, why don't you send me your details, and I'll reach out to you during the week?
Or I can give you my phone number, and you contact me.
Would you prefer that?
Okay. But you're going to trust me to pay you?
Do I have a choice?
As collateral.
-But I'm giving you my number. -Yes. Sure, silly me. Of course.
Dumb me.
-Write it down. -Okay.
Thank you.
-May I? -Sure, of course.
No. Change it.
Sorry. I forgot it was on shuffle.
No, it's your algorithm. Nobody can escape from it.
And each night a star will come To be with me
It will tell you how I am And you will know
Tell me, love, love, love I'm here, can't you see?
If you don't come back There will be no life
I don't know what I will do
I live just up ahead, but you can stop here.
-I'll leave you in front of your house. -No, here, please.
Well... I'll call you.
To pay you.
Sebastián.
Get some rest.
-Bye. -Bye.
-Hi. I'm here to check in. -Hi.
-Good day. -Do you have a reservation?
Yes. Sebastián Murillo.
I thought we were done.
Change of plans.
What's the name of this "change of plans"?
Carolina Correa, wife of Ángel Correa.
Why does it sound familiar?
Because that asshole won a bid
for the shopping mall in the south of the city.
He became filthy rich.
How the hell did you get this?
Luck.
SEBASTIÁN MURILLO LITERARY PUBLISHER
SPECIALIZED AUTO REPAIR SHOP
I think you just love this stuff, dude.
I'm not complaining. I like not being poor too.
I still have some time before I leave.
What's the plan?
Seduction? Old-school blackmail?
She's terrified. She's trying to avoid conflict at all costs.
She's looking for a savior, someone who listens, who understands her,
someone romantic, simple, a bit broken.
Not the typical alpha male.
Someone who doesn't look threatening at all.
-So how much will this cost me? -Nothing.
-Nothing? -Don't worry, okay?
Then what are we doing here?
I have to give this back to you.
Besides, I wanted to see you again.
I'm ashamed. I was a mess that day,
and I wasn't even going anywhere, you know?
-You'll think I'm crazy. -Why?
Because sometimes I like to take my car
and drive around aimlessly
until I find a traffic jam and get stuck.
-On purpose? -On purpose.
See? Crazy.
Yup.
No. Actually, it makes sense.
We're all miserable in a traffic jam.
It doesn't matter who you are or what you're going through.
For a moment, we all share the same specific problem.
I'm separated.
My ex is a writer.
She's quite well-known in the business in Madrid.
Everything reminded me of her.
That's why I decided to come back.
Hence your algorithm.
Right. Hence my algorithm.
That's nice.
No. I mean, not nice because... No, I'm not happy at all.
No.
Look, can I say something?
This is very weird, but...
While I was getting ready today, I thought about telling you
that I'm separated, divorced, or in the process.
-So, you are...? -Married.
And I shouldn't be here.
We're just having coffee, aren't we?
I have to go.
CAROLINA CORREA 25 FOLLOWERS - 48 FOLLOWING
"IF YOU DON'T COME BACK" RADIO
PODCAST - TRUE CRIME STORIES TRANSCENDENTAL MEDITATION
SELF-HELP A B C SELF-HELP MINDFULNESS
SERIAL KILLERS
I won't deny she's a good target.
Her husband hit the jackpot, and he's just getting started.
I've been checking him out and found some warnings.
He might be too big of a fish for us to reel in.
The bigger the fish, the bigger the reward, isn't it?
They aren't in any of our databases.
We're going blind.
Then research what you can.
Do you have any plans for later?
What do you think? Is this your style?
It's cool. You've surprised me.
What do you say? Is it too early for a few tequilas?
A bit.
-Two tequilas, please. -Hello.
Romance helps.
-But it's not all. -It's not all... Really?
And why did you change to non-fiction?
It's what made sense for my career.
After so many years with those novels, they get in your head and...
-Your favorite place in the world? -In the world?
That's easy. Very easy.
My godmother's cabin in Jilotepec.
-Really? -Really.
I used to go there when I was a kid. I go back whenever I can.
It's my paradise. It's so pretty.
I haven't been there in a while.
You? Your favorite place?
-A kitchen. -A kitchen?
It's my happy place. I'm in my element, and I love it.
-So you're a chef, too. -No.
-Your most embarrassing moment? -No.
Yes.
Jeez. I've got many. Let me see...
Got it!
When my daughter Julia had just been born...
Well, I don't know. I felt like...
Like it was too much.
And I read the books, I listened to the podcasts, everything,
but it was overwhelming. I felt like I wasn't myself.
-I can't explain it. -Yes.
Anyway, I left home. Without the keys.
The door closes, and Julia, who was very little,
only two months old, is left inside.
And I felt such anguish, such desperation, and I didn't know how to get in.
I broke the window, I got in, I cut myself, a lot, I grabbed the baby,
and when I finally had her with me...
my husband walks in.
He was...
He was so angry.
Because, silly me, the back door had been open all the time,
and he got mad.
I'm sorry.
It's not the kind of story you were expecting.
Not at all. On the contrary. I don't think it's embarrassing.
I mean, I would've done the same thing.
-Thank you. -What for?
For not looking at me like everyone else.
Not at all.
I have another confession.
Shoot.
I don't believe you at all.
About your broken heart.
No.
Those are not the eyes of a sad man.
Well, you're partly right.
It was...
It was a toxic relationship and...
I had a hard time accepting it until, damn...
I could breathe.
You're staying here?
Yes.
Bye.
I still have the necklace... We'll have to see each other again...
You don't need a collateral to see me, you know?
I checked with my team.
My police contact told me to fuck off.
Correa has got some senior official by the balls.
He's a real boss.
So I thought, "How do mobsters usually get caught?"
He's being audited.
-Exactly. -No way.
My SAT contact said he's been nagging them
to get this sorted soon.
He has a megaproject, and, well, he can't operate like this.
And do you know what the project is about?
No.
No. But she knows, right?
What I do know is that he's working really hard on that,
so you have free rein with her.
We take the photos, collect our money, and we don't engage with him.
Don't get tired, dude.
Tomás, hi.
Hi, you look great!
-Wait, I'll open the gate. -Perfect.
Thank you.
It's incredible.
I mean, the colors, the texture, the imperfections...
It's raw. This is something different.
I love it.
Incredible.
-You were right. -Should I go, boss?
Yes, thank you, Gonzalo.
-Thank you. -Excuse me, miss.
I was thinking, since you're here, we should talk about the bathroom.
I mean, if you have the time.
Yes, sure.
It's just... Honestly, I can't think of any name.
-I mean, I thought about Almendra... -Almendra?
Come on. Poor kid.
Why Almendra?
Nadia Ayala.
Thanks.
-Watch my... -Yeah.
My husband has been asking uncomfortable questions
Would you prefer it if we didn't see each other anymore?
But we need an excuse
I'm worried he could have me followed
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, square.
Swing.
Rotate the figure.
Is there anything more innocent than a dance class at noon?
Let's rotate the square.
Don't go thinking I don't realize what you're doing.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
Is it working?
Swing back.
Why don't you leave him?
Because he will take my daughter from me. He's told me a thousand times.
Nothing is mine.
The house, the accounts, the cars, nothing.
It's all his, and I let him have it.
My daughter is the only thing that matters.
So, no, I'm not going with you if that's what you're thinking.
No, that's not what I'm thinking.
She doesn't have individual properties, he keeps track of her expenses,
she can't access any account. She depends on him completely.
-Then it's a dead end. -Not if we go after him, man.
Come on, dude.
It's one thing to squeeze 200,000 pesos
out of a bored millionaire's wife to keep her affair quiet,
but it's a whole different story messing with a guy like him.
There must be a way.
Did she already tell you what he's up to?
No, but she will open up. I need more time.
Then go ahead if you want to.
Meanwhile, we have some loose ends.
-Look. -Shit. Show me.
She sent it shortly after you left her.
A car's been hanging around her house, and she says it's not from the neighbors.
She's sure it's one of your enemies.
-Ana has been hanging around the house. -Damn it.
By now, she must know you're not living there.
Well, not you, but Xavier.
She will give up. Delete the emails. This job is finished.
What about Correa's wife?
Just finish it, dude.
Easy money.
Less problems.
DECENT HOUSING FOR ALL
I'm sorry if I meddled where I shouldn't
Ricardo Gutiérrez, a.k.a. Rick. And Gloria Vergara Díaz.
She is his secretary and lover, and he is his personal bodyguard.
Look into who Silvia Linares is.
Check thoroughly and tell me what you find.
...cooperation for the first time in a long while
of the public sector and private initiative...
which have always aimed towards the fundamental right
of having a home.
AUCTIONS 2024
I helped you with your damn welfare project, didn't I?
You made buckets of money. Now it's your turn.
I tried, but you know your company can't participate.
Send me a list of all the public auctions of the next two months.
Let me know what you see.
-I'm sorry. -Postpone the tendering.
Am I laughing?
Do you really think my influence goes that far?
Find a front man.
-A beer, please. -Will you get me one?
It's the only thing you have to do. Don't screw this up.
It's fine. Thanks for caring.
How does it look?
Everyone is saying no to you.
Ruiz, Salomón...
Why would I say yes?
Don't be difficult.
I'm here because we trust each other.
Salomón, Ruiz, they're a bunch of idiots that couldn't see the business.
But this is good for us, man, and you know it.
You have to be fucking kidding me.
I'll transfer all your money before you place the bid.
Every last peso, okay?
There's no risk.
What's the problem?
I've got until Monday to place the bid.
How much do you want, man?
You'll have to keep looking, buddy.
Next time you want to screw me over, think twice.
Good luck finding your mule.
See you at the gala.
Good luck finding your mule. See you at the gala.
By the way
Do you want to see my kitchen?
Through the back door
-Come in. -Thank you.
I'm sorry for this mess.
We're remodeling.
Don't worry. He's on a trip.
I shut down the cameras and gave the staff a day off.
What's that?
A manuscript I'm reading.
-Is it good? -Well...
Do you like shellfish?
We're meant for each other.
-Did you learn this in Spain? -No.
I learned with my mom.
I was little, and she used to work all the time.
I'd wait for her to get home from work, and we'd cook for the whole week.
Then...
When she died,
I had to keep cooking for my sister.
We survived.
Do you have a sister?
Do you remember when I told you about the glass I broke?
Yes, of course.
My husband didn't find it as logical as you did.
We were going through a really tough time
when I became pregnant with Julia.
And he got into his head that he was not her father.
He made me do a paternity test.
And, of course, he is her dad, but he never trusted me again.
Then, he decided...
that it was a high-risk pregnancy,
and he didn't stop until finding a doctor that would agree with him.
I spent the entire pregnancy in bed.
Then that episode with Julia happened, and he said I wasn't well.
And he had me hospitalized.
How much time did you stay there?
Almost a year.
-I'm sorry. My daughter is calling me. -Of course.
-Hello, sweetie. -Hi, Mommy.
-How are you? -I'm fine, Mommy.
We went on a very long excursion...
Really? And then what?
A house in a tree? How come?
Yes, Mommy, it's a new one.
That's beautiful. It's great!
Son of a bitch.
Yes, sweetie, I really miss you.
-Yes, love. We'll talk later. I love you. -Bye, Mommy, I love you.
Carolina, let me help you leave him.
No, please, I don't have--
You think you can't,
-that you're dependent on him. -I don't want to lose her.
You won't lose her.
You don't know him.
There's no way to win against him. He's ruthless.
-He's unpredictable. He's a person... -I have a plan.
I know Ángel much better than you think.
I know what he wants.
I know what he needs to pull it off.
And I know how to corner him, so you can reclaim what's yours
without risking losing Julia.
Let me help you.
I swear I'm not afraid of him.
Who the hell are you?
I did everything right.
I sued them.
I sold my mother's apartment to hire good lawyers.
But it wasn't enough.
I lost everything. I ended up deep in debt.
And my sister...
I know what you're thinking.
-That I'm-- -A hustler.
And a son of a bitch.
But that's when I learned
that in this life, it's either fuck or get fucked.
What would I have to do?
300 million pesos, dude.
That's the starting price. It'll be more than that.
No way...
Are we really doing this?
You said you didn't want to be like those morons.
-If you want out, it's okay. I understand. -Okay, come here.
-I have proposals about what you asked. -Let's see.
Elsa Construction Company and Delta Group, established in 1998.
Elsa, in 2001, Elsa's owner processed a refund with us.
The company is also registered under the names of his son and brother.
-They're up to date in SAT. -What do you know about the son?
Here he is.
Juan Manuel López Martínez. Mid 30s, half Colombian.
He's attempted several businesses, like coffee export
and other Colombian crap, but they didn't work out.
I think that's why they put him in the board,
and he runs some of Elsa's projects.
-How recognizable is he? -He's not very active on social media,
except for some tweets that...
Let's say you wouldn't want him as a friend.
He's a total jerk.
-So you could be him. -I love you too, bro.
So? How do we tackle this?
Golf course, country club, brothel?
Charity gala.
Charity gala?
Not a good idea. We're very exposed.
He needs to see me in his circle to take me seriously.
It's the only way.
She's not going?
-She got me access. -For God's sake.
-How much does she know? -The bare minimum.
To hell with this, I'm out.
300 million pesos, 17 million dollars.
17.5.
Have I ever failed you?
Done. A seat at the table you asked for.
Under the name of Juan Manuel López Martínez.
Hello?
-Come on, open up already! -Coming!
-You're annoying. -Thank you.
They're throwing a party at my place, and I need to study.
When you told me you were staying here, I thought it was bullshit.
It's cool, isn't it?
Decent, I'd say.
Where are you going? Got a wedding or something?
-Is this crooked? -A bit.
If some dudes can do it...
then I can.
-Nope. -Goddammit.
Why are you so nervous?
Dude, do you have a date?
Really? Finally! Where did you meet her? Tinder?
It's not a date. It's work.
Yeah, just remember, I personally recommend using protection.
Such violence.
Hey, guess what? I was talking to the university,
and apparently, they have a program for moms.
Daycare, scholarships, everything. It's amazing.
That's really cool.
So you won't be needing me?
I will always need you.
Under the Yucatan jungle, lies a natural paradise
-that has withstood the test of time... -Don't you have to study?
Yes, but the exam is on Tuesday, so...
Well? How do I look?
Average... Almost good.
JUAN MANUEL LÓPEZ COFFEE BUSINESSMAN
-Don't mess around with the room service. -Good luck.
What did we do to be sent to the corner?
The only good thing about being here is...
there's a great view for gossip.
My favorite activity.
Really?
Finally, a partner in crime.
-The people at this table are usually... -Yes, I noticed.
-Silvia. -Tomás.
My associate didn't come, so I came in his place.
Let's do the boring part quickly.
-What do you do for a living? -I'm an architect.
I have an interior design company. Big projects, you know. You?
I'm the Undersecretary of Housing and Urban Development.
-That's-- -The highest position
-a woman like me could aspire to. -A woman like you?
Uncomfortable?
Not exactly single,
but advised not to attend these galas with her partner.
Do you happen to have a small job for me?
You'll have to excuse me, but there are no openings
in the gossip department.
-A pity, because I have some good ones. -You do?
Good evening, everyone.
I'm Leonor Bremer, and I'm very proud to announce
that I'm the new goodwill ambassador for Pensar Foundation Mexico...
Can you believe they left her at the altar?
No.
Well, if I was really single, I'd be all around her,
hitting on her.
-I can dream, right? -Enjoy the evening.
The donation channel is now open. Thank you.
Okay, go.
-Alfonso Morales. -The one with the tiny mustache?
Eight daughters from three different women,
and all of them live together in a residential condo
in Valle de Bravo.
No, you just want to lose. I get it.
-That's a lie. -I swear it's true.
But it's fine, it doesn't matter. We're all drinking the same. Cheers!
Okay, go. Surprise me.
Let's see.
Ángel Correa.
Rumor has it that he offered a kidney to Gabriel Farcoug
to make him his straw man.
-Wait. His own kidney? -Hell no, a random kidney.
Yikes!
Then I could say that...
That it's true, because he's capable of it, but a little bird told me
that Camarena is going to join his project, 50-50.
And look at him, that's why he's got such a long ass face,
because he fucking hates to share.
But it's all fine.
My dearest Correa.
Linares.
-You took your time to come say hi. -Just a little.
-Hello, good evening. -Hi.
-I want to introduce you to Tomás Landeta. -How are you? Nice to meet you.
He's an architect and designer, one of the top ones.
-So, let's go smoke a cigar. -Let's go.
-Let's go. Doc, please excuse me. -Excuse us.
-What a bastard. -It's all right. Thank you.
Isn't that right? It's all the rage.
Now everyone wants to build a shopping mall.
That's efficiency, my dear Ramón. As always.
Efficiency, Ramón!
-That's right. -That's how it should be.
Exactly, Ángel. You'll learn.
-How's it going, Juan Manuel? -And you? We need to improvise.
I'm close.
Shit. Shit!
-Clean yourself up. -Yeah.
Careful.
Salomón, Farcoug, Ruiz...
The old school wants to see you fail.
It's not that they can't see the project value,
but they won't be happy if you become one of them.
Camarena says today he wants 50%,
but who knows what new idea will get in his head tomorrow.
My partner and I work on big projects and the stadium appeals to us.
His family company is clean. We can buy the building easily.
You can keep 100% of the shares.
Just give us the construction contract.
If you're interested, give us a call.
Excuse me.
You can believe
You can believe in me
-Who is it? -Carolina.
I'm sorry.
-Forgive me, I'm so stupid. -No, forgive me.
I'm an idiot for dragging you into this.
It's not your fault. He's...
I'm very scared of him. Please help me.
-Please help me. -Yes.
It's okay.
-Let's go to the room. -Nadia is sleeping in there.
Thank you.
Anyway, I won't use it. It's just to feel protected.
-If you need anything at all, let me know. -Yes.
-What the hell is wrong with you? -Trust me. It will work.
You're thinking with your dick and bought yourself the role of a savior.
Good day, Mr. Landeta
This is Ángel Correa.
Send me your charter and tax documentation.
If it's in order, I'll see you on Monday.
ELSA CONSTRUCTION COMPANY
Dear Mr. Correa, we're attaching the documents you requested.
How are you?
-Mr. Landeta, Mr. López, please come in. -Thank you.
Juan Manuel López, my associate.
-Ángel. -Tomás.
Thank you, Gloria.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
It may not be Colombian, but Chiapas' coffee is just as good.
Thank you.
I'd like to say it's true, but hey, I'll send you a gift later,
so you can taste what's really good.
What part of Colombia did you say you're from?
My father is from Antioquia, my mother is Mexican, from Jalisco.
-So you are... -I'm a citizen of the world.
Very good.
We've already checked all the paperwork of your company.
I think we're ready to sign. We're in a bit of a rush.
We need to submit the tender tonight.
This is the preliminary contract that the lawyers put together
so we can move forward while the long-term one is being finalized.
Is it the same one you shared with our lawyers?
The same one.
It just stipulates that Elsa will act as a front.
You'll take care of the construction services,
but we need to negotiate the details of that contract in good faith,
because without the building, there's no project, right?
C&C will pay Elsa by the dates stipulated by the government.
-We don't have a say on that. -What?
-No, wait a minute... -No. That's not what we agreed to.
If my offer wins, and C&C disappears, then what?
-There's a misunderst-- -There's no misunderstanding.
Look, Mr. Correa, let's not waste your time nor mine.
I thank you anyway.
Mr. López...
please sit down.
I'm sure we can find a solution.
I don't think you came from Colombia only for... this.
Gentlemen, if I may.
Of course we'd like a future collaboration with you,
but not at any cost.
50%.
I can pay 50% of the contract in advance before midnight.
No, brother. I might as well start selling arepas.
Mr. Correa, since you'll keep 100% of the project,
and we'd only be acting as a front,
I don't think it would be fair to share the risks equally.
But if you'd be willing to give us 75% in advance today,
I'm sure my partner and I would be willing to cover the remaining 25%.
In good faith.
Let's go.
-Right on, brother! Come on! -What the heck? You're soaking, dude!
I can't believe it!
-"Citizen of the world"? -Hell yeah, baby, that's me!
We won't be selling arepas anymore, baby!
CHECK THE ACCOUNT!
INTBANK BECOME ACQUAINTED WITH OUR INVESTMENTS
No way.
CURRENT BALANCE $273,000,000
Oh, my God...
273 million pesos. No way!
What do you want, dude?
Offer sent. Unfortunately, it's not very competitive.
Dude, I almost bought a tourist ticket out of habit.
But tomorrow morning, I will be on my way to London,
in first class, as it should be.
Oh, well, you're so fancy, man.
You guys know where you're going already?
Yeah.
-Buenos Aires. -That character is damn awful, man.
-See you later, dude. Bye. -Shut up already.
No. Yes.
Yes!
Okay, let's see...
-Tomorrow. -Tomorrow.
I'll go pick up Julia at school in the afternoon.
You'll pick up Nadia.
-And I'll see you at the airport. -Exactly.
-Okay. That's it. -That's it.
Fucking hell.
Nadia. Goddammit! It's very late.
Caro!
What the hell?
No, no, no.
No...
Shit.
No, no, no.
CURRENT BALANCE $0,00
Bitch.
No, no, no!
Dude, open the door!
Are you here?
Dude, what the heck? Why didn't you come?
I've been calling you for hours.
What the hell happened? Are you okay?
-Did you have a good reason, at least? -Wait. Wait!
Aren't you going to come up with an excuse? "Nadia, congratulations."
Anything? It was an important day for me.
-What's going on? -No fucking way!
Tell me what the hell is going on. What the fuck is this?
He stole over 600,000 pesos from me and my friends.
-It's gone viral. -He tricked us.
-We have to go. -Is this true?
-Listen to me. -Because somebody saw you--
I don't give a fuck! We have to go now!
I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on.
I'll tell you everything later. Let's go.
Let's go right now. Take your stuff.
Fuck!
Come on, let's go.
You're really scaring me.
-Why are you not telling me? -Later, okay?
Come on, come on!
Good. Come on. This way.
Move aside! Run!
Are you all right?
-Need help, miss? -Chiro, listen to me.
My car is in the parking lot. I'll see you at the entrance.
Meet me there. Go!
Security! Call security!
Sweet dreams, you bastard.
You thought you could steal from us and disappear?
My friends think I helped you, that I'm your accomplice.
-Let's go. -Hey, I'm talking to you!
You've ruined my life, and you don't even care!
Not telling me what's happening is not exactly taking care of me.
Nadia, not now, please. Okay?
Hello. Valle del Sol Summer School. How can I help?
Hi. I'm calling on behalf of Ángel Correa
regarding his daughter Julia's pickup this afternoon.
-Release? Let me check. -Julia?
I'm sorry, but there's nothing scheduled.
Okay, it must probably be a mistake from our side. I'm sorry.
Okay, good bye.
-Everything is a lie. -I can't help you if you don't talk to me.
-Dude! -Tell me something!
-It's not the time. -Trust me!
I'll tell you everything later.
Goddammit. I told you you couldn't trust her.
She sent her fucking goon!
But this isn't over. She won't leave without her daughter.
Sure, because you really know her, right?
She's planning something. What does she want?
-What? -Are you listening to yourself?
The problem is you got infatuated with her, asshole!
Look, man, we need to find her before he does.
-It's as simple as that. -What can I do?
Should I look for my police contact? I don't know!
What the hell is all this? Who's Tomás Landeta?
Why are there 50 passports in there?
Stick to the plan. If I don't make it, you both go to the airport without me.
-Take care of her. -I'm not going anywhere.
It's not your decision. Promise you will take care of her.
Stay here, okay? Stay here.
-Nadia, are you okay? -You too?
-Breathe. Come here, please. -Have you watched the video?
-Yes, I have. -What the hell are you guys doing?
Don't mind that. Fuck. Goddammit!
What did you guys do?
Rick is not answering, but I'll keep trying.
Where are you?
Don't move. Give me your phone.
-No. -Don't move!
Your bag. Give me your phone. The keys.
I don't want to hurt you.
You're going to tell me
everything you know about Ángel and Carolina.
-I won't tell you shit, moron. -Shut up.
Carolina knows you're his lover.
Lover?
We're together. Of course she knows.
They've been separated for a year.
-What do you mean, separated? -They don't live together.
-They're getting divorced. -Then why was she at the gala?
She just invited herself. She's nuts, she's very unstable.
He gave her an ultimatum to move her stuff out.
She lives in an apartment in Escandón.
You don't believe me? Why don't you go there...
and check for yourself?
-Hands on the wheel. -Oh, please.
Hands on the wheel!
Lower them.
He'll kill you when he finds you.
I swear he's going to find you.
Thanks for your help.
"Psychological evaluation."
"Lack of evidence."
Come on, dude, pick it up.
Goddammit, man.
Bro, call me as soon as you hear this.
She sued him for abuse, but they rejected it for lack of evidence.
He counterattacked, sued her for negligence...
MENTALLY UNSTABLE
...and for putting their daughter's life at risk.
He took the kid from her.
She wants to use the money to negotiate.
That's what she wants. She wants the money to negotiate.
Dude, call me. Have you heard anything from your contact?
Call me when you hear this.
To my beloved goddaughter.
May this be your place in the world forever.
Love, where are you? I heard back
from the Public Ministry, and we found him.
Did you find Rick? Tell him to meet me at this address.
Maclo!
Shit.
Fuck.
Pick up!
No.
Nadia. Nadia!
-Nadia! -In here!
Are you okay?
Come here. Are you all right?
It's okay.
-Come here. -Maclo.
-Where is Macloro? -We have to go. Come on.
Where is Maclo?
-No! -I'm sorry, come here.
-We have to go. -What is wrong with you?
-Nadia. Nadia... -Who are you?
Get off me. Let me go.
MEXICO STATE - JILOTEPEC
Sebastián.
-I never wanted-- -To ruin my life?
To have my best friend killed?
Maclo?
What?
How? It can't be.
I swear I had nothing to do with that. I swear it.
Goddammit!
I know you won't understand, but what I told you
about the divorce, the custody battle--
It had already happened. I know.
"Psychological and financial abuse"?
Financial abuse? What world are you living in?
You've got to be kidding me.
I tried to leave him in every way, but things only got worse.
I'm breaking my back, and you pull this crap on me?
Are you for real? If you keep going down this path,
I'll take everything away from you! You won't get a dime!
I'll throw you out on the fucking street!
And if you drag my daughter into this, you won't ever see her again.
I'm sorry for getting you caught up in this.
No, you didn't get me caught up.
You chose me.
What? Where are you?
Fuck!
Goddammit! Okay, I'm coming. Bye.
You knew who I was.
What I could do.
I know he's a very decent person.
That I had hurt someone you loved.
And how easy I got my way.
But above everything,
you saw an opportunity.
Goddammit! Come on!
An opportunity
that literally knocked on your window.
How did you find me?
You're good...
but not that good.
I want my share.
Or I'll tell Ángel we were in collusion,
that we did all of this for you, and we'll both lose.
-So it was always about the money. -Make of it what you will.
You have a daughter to think about. I have a sister.
I don't have it.
Tell me it wasn't real, and you won't see me again in your fucking life!
Tell me.
Goddammit! It's Ángel.
Sebastián, I'll go. I'll distract him. Please don't let him see you. Please go.
Go, please.
Go or he'll kill you, dammit!
Go!
Do you want it? Give me my daughter.
I don't know what the hell you're doing.
Julia doesn't want to see you. She wants nothing to do with you.
I will invest every fucking day
-in not seeing you again. -Do you want the money or not?
Be very careful.
Make no mistake, Carolina.
Don't forget who I am.
What the hell is this asshole doing here?
Calm down.
-You're in cahoots with this guy? -Calm down.
You're going to pay me back every last penny, sucker.
You need me alive for that.
No.
-No, please. -I don't need her alive, do I?
Please.
The same way I didn't need the Colombian bastard
who got into my office alive?
-Calm down, please. -Now you say "please"?
-Please. Let's talk, you and me. -So now it's "please"?
-Relax. -Shut up, you fucking bitch.
He's dead.
-Are you okay? -Fuck!
I think the bullet went through my leg. I just need to stop the bleeding.
Yes?
Please, send an ambulance and a police car.
-Jacarandas 224, Jilotepec. -Carolina, what the fuck?
Please, come quickly...
A man has killed my husband. Please.
No, I'm fine. I'm fine. Yes. Thank you.
You brought us here.
You wanted him dead.
Actually, I admire that you've deciphered the way the world works.
It all depends on the characters we are, doesn't it?
The stories we tell.
No one believed my story, even though I told the truth.
They believed the one he told about me
to take my daughter away.
An unstable woman,
suicidal, crazy.
I ran out of options.
You know what that is, don't you?
I had to rewrite my story, and that's where you come in.
And you already know the characters.
Tamara.
You took advantage of her generosity.
He's a son of a bitch!
She gave you shelter because, of course, you were Eduardo Pinto to her.
A man running from corrupt people.
You dazzled Ana with Xavier.
Wait!
Selling dreams of greatness to her friends when, in fact, you were robbing them.
See that house?
Fortunately, the student surpassed the master.
...you will learn not only how to create stories,
but also how to mold them in order to always...
And to Leonor, an actress who has been humiliated again and again,
who where you?
Tomás Landeta, a small-time architect
that uses her as if she was some piece of meat with deep pockets.
Yes, I know him.
And to me,
Sebastián...
Murillo.
Things got complicated then, because it got a bit personal.
Yes, my love, I miss you a lot.
But that's what a good story needs, right?
Do you know what's really sad?
That no one will listen to this version.
Instead, I'll have to tell a much more boring one.
A woman, manipulated by a hustler,
trying to take an obscene amount of money from her husband.
Things get out of control, and it all ends in a tragic confrontation
where one ends up dead and the other...
in jail.
You probably made mistakes you haven't even realized.
What about the money?
I already told you I don't have it.
No?
Then who?
You have it.
With that kind of amount,
the bank calls you
to know if you accept the transfer, and I turned it down.
Congratulations, Carolina, you won.
I just want you to know one thing.
For me, it was real.
Everyone is talking
about the shocking case of the chameleon-like hustler
and his dozens of victims of the past four years.
In a chain of criminal events that started at the Volga Hotel in Mexico City
and ended up with the murder of businessman Ángel Correa,
husband to his last scam's victim, supposedly in self-defense.
When you say victim, who do you mean?
The initial target, Carolina Correa.
For our audience, we have an exclusive video,
the security camera footage that captured the time of the events.
Let's watch the video. Please note it contains sensitive images.
How's your leg?
Good. Better.
How's Almendra?
Almost here.
Forgive me.
All I did was try to give you the best future I could.
I've never needed any of that.
But you'll be out of here soon, Raúl. She testified in your favor.
She said it was self-defense. You'll only be tried for the scams.
She testified in my favor?
Welcome. We're glad to have you here.
You won't believe the story you're going to hear.
We have with us Ana Méndez.
TWO YEARS LATER
She's here to present her first book,
Chameleon: Profile of a Hustler, an investigative novel based on...
Yes, it's all about transactions.
In any situation, meeting, relationship,
each person wants to get something from the other.
The question is...
BREMER'S COMEBACK
...what do we want?
Or rather, what do we think we want?
-Of course. -Be good.
-We will misbehave a lot. -Okay.
There are no innocents in this game.
Thanks.
Only stories.
And people who believe...
because the best stories always hide some truth.
FOLLOW the best stories always hide some truth.