01x37 - Episode 37

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CAUCA VALLEY DISTRICT PRISON

-Don't stress too much.

-Not a big deal.

Actually, Doctor,

it's a chance for me to stretch my legs.

Don't call me "Doctor."

Just call me Jorge or whatever you like.

I stopped being a doctor

when I disregarded Hippocrates.

No, you're wrong.

A man is what he is until he dies.

And you're not like everyone else here,

I'll tell you.

I hope they release you soon.

The longer one stays here,

the more their soul dies.

Why did you decide to stay?

Have you heard the rumors?

There are rumors.

After 30 years,

as I was about to be released,

I realized that the world had changed,

and I wasn't ready.

I wanted to stay, so I did what I did.

Turk.

What's up?

Screw you, Princess.

You just sealed your fate.

Do you want to die? Is that it?

What did I do?

What's going on? I I don't get it.

Today's visiting day.

I've always been allowed in.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Mariana, but

I know you come to visit Joaquín Mosquera.

But hear me out.

You see, there are rules here.

And the only ones allowed to visit

that inmate are his family.

And as far as I know,

you're neither the wife nor the daughter.

Clear the way!

Clear the way, ladies!

Clear the way!

What happened?

Nothing happened.

What do you mean by nothing?

Are you sure nothing happened?

This piece of sh*t

isn't capable of doing anything!

Who did it?

A misunderstanding.

It's on you if you won't tell me.

If you keep covering for your enemy,

you'll be the only one who suffers.

Alright, the gossip squad.

Everyone back to your places.

Come on.

Help me with your hand.

Why did you want to k*ll me, you idiot?

Well, the wound

only grazed the muscle.

So, relax, it's not serious,

it's not deep, okay?

Pass me the alcohol, please.

Breathe.

Man, that's not for that.

Who says that?

I've been through worse.

It's been a while since I did this.

Here we go.

Done.

Hang in there. I'm almost done.

Well, one last stitch so it'll hold.

How do you feel, Mr. Joaquín?

-Turk

-Now you care, you idiot.

Turk! Turk, stop!

Turk!

Turk!

I'll vouch for him, I swear.

This snake won't make it out alive.

What do you think they will say

when they find out

I was hurt and didn't fight back?

I couldn't care less about what they say.

Leave him alone!

Now confess.

Confess.

Who sent you to k*ll me?

Benítez?

I don't know Benítez.

I swear.

Someone approached me.

Gave me money, that's all.

What did they say?

What did they say?

That if I didn't hurt you,

they'd k*ll my mom.

Turk, enough.

Leave him alone, that's enough.

I think the one who approached me

They call him Rowdy.

Rowdy.

Benítez wants me k*lled.

Because I didn't want to k*ll you.

What?

Yes.

So, you saved me,

and now the three of us,

Including you, jerk,

have an enemy in common.

I need to rest for a moment.

Let's go, my love.

Please, promise me

you won't tell my mom anything.

But, Sara

Josefina, please, I beg you.

Look, right now,

the last thing I need is more problems.

I'll find the right moment to tell my mom,

but I need time. Please, I beg you.

Alright.

Thanks.

It must be

Joe or Tino.

They've been calling all day.

Tell Joe loud and clear

I don't want to talk to him.

And as for Tino, please

tell him he can come, I want to see him.

Let's go.

-Thanks.

-Rest.

Thanks, Josefina.

Bye.

So, she doesn't want to see me?

She made it clear she doesn't want you

looking for her.

But she asked me to see her.

Is this how she's punishing me?

No, man!

She needs some time.

She's hurt and feels betrayed.

You should know the baby situation

was hard for her.

And it wasn't for me?

She wasn't the only one who suffered.

She wasn't the only one hit like that.

Because I lost that baby too!

Calm down.

You've got to give her space.

You have to understand nothing you say

will help her feel better.

Don't expect her to trust you now.

What you did was serious, Joe.

Do you think I don't know?

I dream about turning back time

and saving her from that suffering, Tino.

k*ll me!

I wanted that child.

I know.

I was going to have something

that was mine.

Mine!

I'm so sorry, my brother.

What if she never forgives me?

No, no, no. Don't say that.

Sara has a big heart, but she needs time.

She needs time to grieve.

To heal.

And to trust you again.

In the meantime, what should I do?

Show her you can change!

I was conducting an investigation

on drug trafficking in the area.

Let me show you.

-Are you going to snitch on me?

-How can you say that? Give me it.

I should.

But I won't.

You're never going back to jail.

You need to understand

this could end my career.

I know, I know.

Brother.

It's time to change.

I already told you I'm going to change.

Wait.

What you can do, though,

is help me with the investigation.

I need names.

Convince her to talk to me

and I promise I'll help you with that.

Alright.

I need to find Dr. Mario Manrique.

He was my doctor a long time ago.

Mine and my son's.

You understand that the doctor's condition

right now is very delicate.

Miss, please help me.

Look, I know what I'm about to tell you

is going to sound crazy.

But ever since I decided

to come here, I've had

some dreams

And now I have a feeling

that if I ran into him again,

it's because I have to talk to him.

If you want, leave me your information,

and I'll see what I can do.

-Your name?

-Are you a mom?

Yes.

Imagine

they tell you that your son is dead

and you can't see him.

And you spend your life with the feeling

that your son is alive.

Help me, please?

Tell me where I can find him.

Okay. Let me see what I can do. Alright?

Wait for me here, please.

This is just a sample

of everything we brought for the inmates.

Thank you so much, Mrs. Mariana.

It's a very generous gesture on your part.

It's not the first time, right?

My family has always supported you.

That's right.

That's why one of our pavilions

is named after your late father.

Can you gather the prisoners

so we can deliver all of this to them?

No. It's not necessary.

Tomorrow at lunchtime,

the guards can distribute it.

No, but I came to deliver this personally.

And Father Adolfo wants to hold a Mass,

right, Father?

Yes, daughter.

The word of God hasn't resonated

within these walls in a while.

People like to know

that the prisoners repented.

And that God, in His infinite mercy,

can help them.

You won't deny such an urgent request,

Mr. Director, will you?

No, of course not.

Thank you very much.

It's been a long time

since you visited me.

Maybe because you don't need me anymore.

The time has come to say goodbye.

Please, don't.

Don't leave me.

You still have a long journey ahead

in this world with your children.

But don't let

your hands and our children's

become stained with blood.

I had to find a way to get in and see you.

They removed my visiting authorization.

Carla, I imagine.

The situation is quite complicated.

And honestly, I didn't expect you to come.

Why not?

You can tell she's a strong-willed woman.

You're lucky.

A lot of people love you.

And I met your daughter. She is cute.

She's beautiful.

Much better than me.

Mariana,

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I didn't want to hurt you.

It's okay. Each of us did what we could

with our lives.

The thing is, I lived mine

with the wrong person.

But you

Oh!

Forgive me. I didn't want to tell you

anything or blame you. It's just that

I swear, on one hand, it hurts me.

It hurts that you have a daughter.

But then

I'm happy

that you experienced happiness.

Mosquera!

What are you doing?

What happened?

-An accident.

-Oh, that's not true.

Rogelio?

Yes, but it's nothing. I'm okay.

I'm not a fool.

I'm not alone here.

No, we have to get you

out of here quickly.

I was thinking the same.

If Benítez is

so desperate to get rid of me,

it's because he's hiding something.

-What?

-I don't know.

There must be a loose end.

Someone must know the real story.

But I don't remember anything.

Mosquera, what's up?

Talk to Carla.

At some point, she knew what to do

to help me remember.

Mr. Graciliano,

I'm glad to see you're doing well.

I'm getting better.

And in part, thanks to you, Sister Marina.

No.

I simply showed you the path to the Lord.

And you had the determination

to choose it.

Do you think I can ask God for a miracle?

Of course.

Nothing is impossible for God.

I want to talk to Mr. Alfredo.

Ask for his forgiveness.

But I doubt they'll even

let me in La Victoria.

Mr. Rogelio will never allow it.

Rogelio?

Yes.

Rogelio Benítez.

He's the administrator of La Victoria.

Well,

why do I say administrator?

He has finally become the master.

I'll show them I don't need a big name

to get far.

Someday, like Mariana,

they'll come to me begging.

She'll be mine, just like the estate.

Are you alright?

Yes.

Yes

I'd heard about the Azcárate family

before and

that Mr. Alfredo had a granddaughter.

Yes.

Sarita.

She's the apple of their eye.

My wife and I helped raise her.

I won't sell my daughter.

Take the money.

I can give her a good future.

If she stays here,

she'll end up doing the same as you.

My daughter is precious.

But my silence, more so.

I know.

The doctor told me to rest, so

Well, I plan to go

to the estate tomorrow to

not stay locked up in this house.

Joe is very sorry, you know?

He was so excited about the idea

of being a dad.

He looked so happy.

-It's not that I want to defend him

-Tino, I

Honestly, I don't want to talk

about him now.

I'd rather like to know

how you got the ransom money.

From where?

Eliana sold the house to her family.

Did you involve Eliana in this?

We only had a few options.

And how were you planning to pay her?

By working.

Tell Eliana that I'll pay her back

every penny. Tell her not to worry,

I'll pay her back.

-You won't do it alone.

-Yes, I will.

-Why?

-I don't want you or Joe to do anything.

You don't trust me?

It's alright.

I'm so sorry.

-Petronio.

-Mrs. Mariana.

Please let me in. I need to talk to Carla.

I'm sorry. No visitors allowed.

But I'm not a visitor.

Rules are rules. You can understand.

Petronio, please. You used to work for me.

Yes, in the past.

I work for Mr. Stewart now.

But I need to talk to Carla. It's urgent.

I'm sorry.

Try calling her, she might answer.

Carla!

-Carla!

-Ma'am.

I need to talk to you!

It's very important!

Mariana?

Carla, it's urgent, or I wouldn't be here!

Carla, it's about Joaquín!

Carla, I can sleep here!

I have no problem with that!

You should talk to her.

If you're here to fix Dad's life,

you must talk to her.

Or else we'll go crazier than her.

What's wrong with you, Mariana?

What are you doing here?

I saw Joaquín.

Yes, I did. I know you tried

to keep me from seeing him.

But I saw him because I'm persistent, too.

You barge into my home to tell me you saw

my husband. Aren't you embarrassed?

Someone tried to k*ll Joaquín.

What?

Yes. If Rogelio is desperate enough

to have him k*lled,

something's clearly off.

The problem is that Joaquín

can't remember a thing.

He told me you once helped him remember.

Yes, in the U.S., I found a doctor

who used hypnosis to help him remember.

Do you have someone like that here?

Not that I know of.

But maybe someone can help us here.

Thanks for coming. For everything.

I'll miss you.

Will you be back?

I don't know yet.

But when I return, I'd want

the magazine to be up and running.

And if you want to,

this could be your home again.

What do you mean?

That our doors are always open for you

in case you ever want to return.

I mean, it's better

to have your home and office

in the same place.

I'll think about it.

I also need another favor from you.

Look out for Joe.

Don't let him make bad decisions.

Please, tell him not to look for me.

Please.

Aren't you going to say goodbye?

Yes.

But in my own way.

I have two letters here,

one for him and one for Eliana.

Can you deliver them?

Yes, of course.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Will this actually work?

Depends on the person.

Joaquín said

he wants to remember everything, so

Nettle, rosemary and sage all aid memory.

A few drops of Angel's Trumpet

to make him lose consciousness.

Is this dangerous?

Inner journeys always are.

These plants open doors, memories,

pain.

He can't be alone.

We can't be with him.

Find someone to be with him.

To hydrate and calm him

when the dream gets too intense.

He has to drink it all.

And avoid eating for the next four hours.

Well, we need to get this to him.

The person who loves him most purely

should be the one to deliver it.

Who?

Hey, gorgeous! Come say hi.

Babe. Beautiful.

You look like Virgin Mary in that outfit.

What a beauty!

Daughter!

My daughter!

They sent you this.

They say it'll help you remember.

Here are all the instructions.

Thank you.

You've lost weight.

Yes.

You, on the other hand,

look stunning.

Why'd you return to this country, Dad?

I needed closure.

We've never been enough for you, have we?

No! Don't say that, please.

You've always been my priority,

even if I've failed you.

It doesn't feel that way.

You've always kept your distance.

There's so much I don't know about you.

Forgive me.

Forgive me for putting up barriers,

but I did it to protect you.

It hasn't been easy finding out

about your past,

that you were born in another country,

that you had another life.

It's a very sad story.

That's all you care about, isn't it?

If it weren't, you wouldn't be here.

I see now

in trying to shield you,

all I've done is hurt you.

Nobody's perfect.

Not even parents.

Listen to me.

Come here.

You're my world.

Without you, without your existence,

my life would have no meaning.

I know I haven't told you enough.

You never have.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry.

We still have time.

Neither mom nor I will abandon you.

She loves you, Dad.

I'm not getting involved

in your relationship,

but she's the most loyal woman

in the world.

No one will love you like she does.

I know.

No.

You don't know.

You were searching for a family,

but you already had one.

Guard!

Miss.

Have you seen the floor nurse?

-No. I'll be right back.

-Wait

Please don't let anyone know

that this note came from me, okay?

Thanks.

It's important to keep your stomach empty.

Wear light clothes,

you'll start to feel very hot.

Keep the lighting low.

Someone should keep an eye on him.

That way.

That way!

He looks like he's in pain.

No, no, he's fine.

He must face this battle alone.

Stop!

Stand still!

-Stop!

-Don't sh**t!

-I'm innocent.

-Freeze.

I can pay you.

Ouch!

Are you alright?

Someone was there.

Yes.

When Benítez shot me,

someone was there. But who?

Everything's a blur.

Eliana, I don't have words

to express my gratitude.

I owe you one.

I know how much

the cultural center means to you,

and to all the young people who found it

fell in love with art because of it.

So, I promise to repay all the money

so you can get it back.

I give you my word. Sara.

Joe, my love.

You've always been my love.

Today, life puts us to this harsh test.

I don't know what to expect.

I can't make promises.

I love you,

but sometimes love

isn't enough to forgive.

Time is also needed.

Don't look for me for now.

I need the space

I never wanted between us.

I know you have your reasons

for doing what you did.

I know you want to change.

I know this is as hard for you

as it is for me.

I know what you feel.

Bye.

I don't know what I feel.

For the memory of the child we never had,

I hope we find our way back to each other.

I heard that Dr. Manrique was sick.

I was his patient, and I'm very grateful.

So, the least I could do

was bring this little gift.

I'd be happy to pass it along.

I'd prefer to give it to him myself,

if you don't mind.

To thank him personally.

The doctor is very sick.

But here he is.

Doctor.

Huh?

Doctor Manrique.

I don't know if you remember me.

I'm Primitiva Cordoba.

We met many years ago.

I was the cleaning lady at the hospital.

You'll have to forgive me but

I don't remember you.

Doctor, you have to remember.

It was over 20 years ago.

You assisted me in my childbirth.

And you told me my baby had died.

I'm sorry.

I know that you never really recover

from losing a child.

I wish I could've helped you.

Doctor.

I'm sorry if I couldn't.

You must remember.

-Doctor

-Please leave.

The doctor is very ill and needs his rest.

I'll give it to him

I saw him. He was alive.

His airways were completely blocked.

What did you do to my baby?

Where is he? Show him to me!

No!

Two babies! You said

you'll only take the one I delivered!

Don't worry about those little Negroes.

You won't see them again.

Doctor!

-Doctor, what happened?

-What's wrong with the doctor?

Doctor, are you okay?

I can't believe you visited that criminal.

-Joaquín is not a criminal.

-Please, Mariana!

He's in jail

for what he did to your family.

Your dad is bedridden because of him.

He almost stole our estate!

Look, you can tell me

that story a thousand times,

and I'll never believe you.

The only one guilty here is you!

Don't be naive.

Don't be naive!

You might not like it, but get used

to it because he's not getting out.

How much do you want? How much?

Tell me what you want, it's yours.

But just leave.

Do you really think I want money?

-No? So, you did it for love?

-Exactly.

You can't deny I've loved you

from day one.

Unconditionally.

That's why I've endured it all,

your contempt, your indifference.

Even your madness.

Look, I'll never see you as a victim.

Because the victim here is me!

All my tragedies are your fault!

You're a m*rder*r, Rogelio!

-I have no doubt about it.

-Mom.

Why do you say that?

Mrs. Marta, let's stretch a little more.

Breathe. Good.

Good. Very good. Two more.

Mr. Graciliano.

I didn't expect to see you so soon.

Well,

since you're leaving soon,

I want to keep you company

these last few days.

Your company and God's are appreciated.

Thank you.

It got me thinking the other day,

and I got very curious

about that story you told me.

And I remember that as a child,

I did know La Victoria.

My mom told me.

It is where I've lived

practically my entire life.

And I know, Mr. Graciliano,

we've been through a lot recently, but

I don't want to miss the chance

to learn more about that story.

I don't know,

I'd rather not relive bad memories.

But there must be good memories, too.

Yes.

Mariana always cared for me.

Despite making the mistake

of marrying Benítez.

Good thing Sara is just like her.

She inherited her kindness.

Sara?

What is she like?

She is cheerful.

Very beautiful.

I'm waiting for an explanation.

We're talking about personal matters.

You don't call someone a m*rder*r

just like that.

You heard wrong.

No, I heard correctly.

Talk, Mariana.

Tell our daughter

why you're accusing me

of such absurd things.

This has nothing to do with you.

-I'm glad that

-Mom.

Don't change the subject.

What's going on?

Your dad is moving out.

Dad?

I'm as confused as you. I don't understand

-what's happening to your

-Rogelio! Don't make me.

On the contrary, Mariana.

Let's clear this up for our daughter.

What's happening?

Why you're accusing me

of those absurd things and want me out.

-I'll tell you everything someday but

-Someday?

Someday, really?

I'm tired of being kept in the dark here.

Daughter!

Sara! Sara!

I don't understand

what happened to my dad in Colombia

that made you all avoid

telling me the truth.

Sara, listen.

I'm listening. Please, tell me the truth.

I should've told you long ago.

The man I told you about one day,

my great love

it's Mr. Stewart.

His real name is Joaquín.

They tried to k*ll him here, in Colombia.

That's why he fled to the U.S. to

save his life.

When I met him,

he couldn't even remember who he was.

When I met Mr. Stewart,

I felt something strong.

But the dead don't return.

How could I have known he was alive?

Why didn't he tell you the truth

when he came back?

Honey, because he had to be careful.

Someone already tried to k*ll him.

He couldn't risk it.

And who, according to him,

tried to k*ll him?

Someone named Rogelio Benítez shot him.

That's why, honey, we must be careful.

He's not an insignificant enemy.

He's very dangerous.

And your dad kept quiet to protect you.

How can you even think

that my dad could m*rder someone?

I wish I could spare you this pain.

But it's the truth.

The truth? Whose truth? Joaquín's?

A guy who returned after many years.

Plus came back spewing lies.

How can you believe him?

-Because I know him!

-How do you know him?

You were teen sweethearts,

how long ago was that?

How long did that even last?

Mom, he could've deceived you.

Don't be naive.

Sara, Joaquín is innocent. Trust me.

He's so innocent that he's in jail.

-Because your dad wrongly accused him!

-Mom! Listen to yourself.

Listen to yourself.

Do you have evidence?

See?

-See?

-Sara, please.

It's the word of a stranger

against your husband's.

My dad!

A man who's been by your side for years,

who loves you.

Sometimes things

aren't as they seem, Sara.

I don't want to hear anymore.

Sara, please sit down. The story is

I won't let you

do this to my father.

Not for a man no one knows.

Grandfather?

What's going on? Why are you still in bed?

-I don't want you to see me like this.

-Are you okay?

I don't want you to see me like this.

-Grandpa, you're sick. What happened?

-No.

Nothing. It's nothing.

Grandpa, weren't you going to tell me?

We didn't want to worry you

with this, honey.

I'm fine now.

Sara, please come.

You were also going to hide

that my grandpa is sick.

Dad didn't want you to worry.

This is unbelievable.

This is unbelievable.

I don't even exist now.

Don't say that.

Grandpa, tell me the truth.

Is it true my father is a m*rder*r?

-That he goes around k*lling people?

-Sara, please. Let's talk outside.

What did you tell her?

The truth.

Let me be alone with Sarita.

It's an order, Mariana.

I want to be alone with my granddaughter.

So, is it true

that my father k*lled a man?

No, it's not true at all.

Why is my mom saying these things,

Grandpa?

Only God knows

I never wanted

to have this conversation with you because

there was a time your mom had

mental problems.

Major breakdowns and

we had to put her

in a psychiatric hospital.

What do you mean?

What do you mean? My mom was

You put her in a mental hospital?

Brother, I did my best.

I believe you.

It's alright.

It's a matter of time.

No, it's the punishment I deserve.

Thanks anyway.

Joe,

with or without Sara, your life

My life needs to change,

and I want that too!

Maybe get a job, a house

-and make a life in Bogotá. I don't know.

-What?

You don't have to go. It's not necessary.

Stay here. Let's work together.

I can't.

Why?

I can't betray those people.

I'm not doing it to protect them,

but so they won't k*ll me.

And to protect you.

Alright, if you don't want to tell me,

then don't.

But keep in mind

I've spent half my life

separated from you.

I don't want to lose you again.

I don't see us working together. What now?

Well, the magazine.

There's a lot to do.

All help is welcome.

-A magazine.

-Yes.

Also, we have to pay back Eliana.

-But Sara said she was

-It doesn't matter.

It's our responsibility.

Stay.

Let's reinvent our lives.

The only one guilty here is you!

All my tragedies are your fault!

You're a m*rder*r, Rogelio!

I have no doubt about it.

How could you think

that my dad could m*rder someone?

I wish I could spare you this pain.

But it's the truth.

There was a time your mom had

mental problems.

Major breakdowns and

we had to put her

in a psychiatric hospital.

SANTIAGO DE CALI HOSPITAL

I'm looking for Dr. Gutierrez.

Look, miss, I have a heart problem.

And they gave me a referral to see him.

Let me check the schedule.

It was your fault.

You are Dr. Manrique's employee.

You came over to torment the doctor.

And he had a heart attack.

Miss, forgive me.

I didn't want to hurt him.

It was very important

for me to talk to him.

Doctor Manrique is in critical condition.

But he's adamant he can't leave

this world without speaking to you.

Please, come in.

Take a seat.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I didn't want to hurt you.

It's not your fault.

But mine.

Forgive me for

all the damage I've caused you, Primitiva.

I didn't understand why

God kept me alive.

Until I realized

that I have unfinished business with you.

And I can't leave this world

without telling you the truth.

That night

at the clinic

your son

didn't die.

Your son

was taken.

Is he alive?