01x06 - SAUL

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BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.

EVENTS, PLACES AND CHARACTERS
RELATED TO THE m*rder

OF FRANCISCO STANLEY ALBAITERO
WERE FICTIONALIZED TO REPRESENT

ONE OF MEXICO'S MOST CONTROVERSIAL CASES.

OTHER ELEMENTS WERE MAINTAINED TO PRESERVE

FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION TO PRESENT
A WELL KNOWN EVENT.

THE LEGAL VERSION IS RECORDED
IN THE COURT FILES.

ON JUNE 7TH, 1999,

FAMOUS TV HOST
FRANCISCO STANLEY ALBAITERO WAS m*rder*d.

THIS IS A RECREATION OF THE CRIME

FROM THE PERSPECTIVE
OF SIX KEY CHARACTERS.

My name is Luis Gabriel Valencia López.

I'm here voluntarily,
because I feel morally wrong,

and I requested the presence
of a notary public,

and of people I trust
who are here with me,

I'd like to clear up some facts
which I was forced to declare

in relation to the m*rder
of Francisco Stanley.

-Hello?
-Mr. District Attorney.

Valencia asked for a press conference.

He did? To whom?

They authorized it. It's starting.

No, no, I'm on my way! On my way!

I lied because I was threatened.

They'd hurt my family
if I didn't cooperate.

But if I did, I was to be released sooner.

They'd even help me financially.

They gave me my statement,

and forced me to learn it by heart.

If anything happens to my family,

I'll blame District Attorney Villareal.

Him in particular.

Why?

Because he knew this was a lie.

He knew I had been threatened.

He gave all the orders.

Mr. District Attorney...

This discredits your investigation.

What do you have to say about this?

-Sir.
-Saúl, what's going on?

-This could end the party.
-No.

It's not what it seems.

Look, Saúl, this is your problem.

You can't drag the whole party with you.

I can explain everything.

-You better, Saúl.
-Yes, sir.

-This can't affect the candidate.
-Sure.

I'd like to ask you a question.

Just kidding!

Marito!

THE FIGHT CLUB ARRIVES

Do you talk to your children?

Parrot dance!

VAN ARRIVES
MARIO SPENT 10 MINS IN RESTROOMS

Pay them!

Let me ask you a question.

Brenda.

Parrot dance!

Do you talk to your children?

Just kidding!

I'd like to ask you a question.

WHO k*lled HIM?

Okay, we're getting
to the end of this show,

and I just want to say that yesterday,

the general secretary of Reporters
without borders, Albert Dubois,

sent a letter to the Mexican government

stating the severe deterioration
of Mexico's journalistic atmosphere.

As a journalist, I subscribe to this.

The threats I have gotten
have become more serious recently.

Let's see if someone
will do something about it.

In this show, we won't be silent.

Because without journalism,
there's no information.

Without information, there's no freedom.

And that's when violence and coercion...

become the norm.

This is Sandra Santiago signing off.
Good night.

I'm Saúl Villareal.
We must speak urgently.

If you agree, I'm willing to tell you
the whole truth about Stanley's case.

{\an8} Truth I was forced to hide for five years.

Under the starry sky, my love,
I say goodbye.

Although my heart insists
on not letting you go,

I don't know
if I'll have you near or far in this life,

but I know that in my soul, forever,
I'll make you exist.

SAÚL
CHAPTER 6

Our love was a burning fire,
passionate and crazy.

A flame we lit with overflowing passion.

I don't know if I loved you a lot,
I don't know if I loved you a little,

but I do know that your memory...
will be my brightest jewel.

Your smile,
like a treasure in my mind remains,

{\an8} a moonbeam
in the deepest corner of my being.

{\an8} Even if life separates us,
I know it in my soul,

I'll keep loving you, my love,
without losing faith.

Today I say goodbye...

-Yes.
-...but it's not a definite "goodbye",

it's a "see you later"

in the story of our destiny,

because, in each sigh...

We don't know if it's true.
Are you going?

-Yes.
-Take someone with you.

Too late, I'm here already.

Sandra, please, it could be dangerous.

You know better than anyone.

If I don't call you in two hours,

-call me.
-Sandra, get out of there.

Mr. District Attorney?

-Mr. District Attorney!
-Over here!

I love plants.

They developed spores
in order to protect themselves

from UV rays.

Then, seeds to spread out.

They've been on this planet
for 800 million years.

They make us humans
look like newborn babies.

Take a look at them, Sandra.

They're survivors.

Like me.

-Want some?
-A glass of water, thanks.

No, the water is for the plants. Sorry.

And for the cats.

I don't know where they are now.

-Kitty?
-Couldn't you just call me on the phone?

My phones are tapped.

In the tape, you mention
you'll tell me the whole truth.

Yes. Yes, yes.

But on one condition.

Which one?

I'll speak

if you promise me
my truth will be published.

Promise me.

Well, Saúl, I'm here, aren't I?

He had cocaine

and a government badge.

This is no kidnapping.
I'm telling you, I come from there.

Whatever the press says,

this is a drug dealing thing.

It's a federal issue, not the city's.

This was a pain in the a*s.

The first crime that was
talked about even in the tabloids.

From the start,
they needed to find a culprit, and fast.

I think we have more urgent matters...

No, Saúl, you're not seeing
the importance of the case.

People want answers.

Don't worry, sir.

I'll handle it.

This won't hurt the campaign.

On the contrary, voters will see
that for the first time in 70 years,

justice will be served.

The votes will show it.

For the party's campaign leader,
this was a pressing matter.

From the start, it was obvious that
Stanley was the victim of a conspiracy.

People close to him stated
they'd been getting threats for months.

The restaurant, right?
The fan's statement.

-What's your name?
-Pepe García, sir.

There.

Don't sell it.

-Thanks.
-Say hi to your mother.

Thanks.

You said they were sent
by the Amezcua brothers.

The kings of amphetamine.

How's my favorite artist?

Good to see you, brother.
I've been looking for you.

Paco owed them lots of money.

He didn't pay, he ran out of options.

Mario and Paola were in cahoots with them.

Paola was going to seduce Mario,
so he'd say Stanley's location.

What do you say, Paco?

Are you going to pay or not?

That was the DA's Office accusation.

There's a small detail.

What?

It's a lie.

A complete and absolute lie.

Thanks to that report you're holding,

we knew Stanley
and Amado Carrillo were friends.

There were properties,
seedy joints under Stanley's name.

My dear partner!

-The artist himself!
-I even look small!

We learned that Stanley
not only had a relationship with Amado,

but also with one
of his former hostess from the show.

Rosaura Vidal, remember?

I'm delighted,
where my Valkyrie goes, I go happily.

An open door
to the financial core of the organization.

Hit them there.

Where it hurts the most.

The numbers.

Saúl, I don't know what you want,

but the priority is
to solve Stanley's m*rder.

That's true, sir, but this case has a...

Do we have irrefutable proof
this woman is involved?

What are we talking about?

Aren't you and I
going to be able to do things together?

If this woman is who you think,
you better stay put.

Sir, with all due respect,

this case is our chance
to make law enforcement history.

Saúl, to make an actual dent
in crime in this country,

we need the presidency.

The candidate wants this solved right now.

What about the sidekick?

No strong evidence against him?

And then, people in show business.

What can you expect?

Mario framed himself.

The fake splint,
the constant humiliations.

She's Marito's broad.

Brenda, my love.

Be a good friend, and share your wife.

The motive of a crime of passion.

You'll have to forgive me,
but who does he look like?

Where did the kid get blue eyes?

Let's look for the cats.

Kitty.

Kitty?

We're better in here, Sandra.

Shall we go on?

The party needed a culprit.

A score before the election.

But none of the evidence
we had against the sidekick worked.

-How could this happen?
-I don't know.

I don't know.

When I saw her, I hesitated.

Locking up someone innocent,

so someone guilty wouldn't go free?

It was a small price to pay

when the country's future is at risk.

Does she look like her?

Let's get on the same page.

You cooperate,
and we move you to the Orizaba prison.

I heard your family lives there.

Yes, sir.

People must understand
that if I made mistakes,

it was because I believed
what the party had promised me.

I was there when Paola Durante
and Mario Rodríguez

went to the Amezcua's cell.

Cholo was with them too.

That's all.

Well done.

Mario Rodríguez Bezares,
you're under arrest for m*rder.

-No.
-Don't! Mario!

I said all I knew.

No, I don't want to!

-Get in!
-No!

I knew we could count on you, Saúl.

I never doubted you.

But it wasn't enough.

Ready for takeoff?

The party lost the election.

...I will be honored.

Vicente Fox!

{\an8}PAN TRIUMPHS
VICENTE FOX, MEXICO'S NEW PRESIDENT

{\an8} Vicente!

{\an8} Yes, we did it! Yes, we did it!

Thank you, sir.

Sir, can we talk?

-I don't have time.
-You can't leave me hanging.

-I just need five minutes.
-There's nothing left to say.

Get up! Against the wall!

Spread them!

We're about to sentence the sidekick.

Excuse me?

Sentence? What do you mean?

Stop it now.

-What do you have here?
-Nothing.

Sure? Oregano for your pozole? Or what?

What's this? Grab him.

You'll leave me with a ticking b*mb?

Nobody, nobody asked you to go this far.

Your methods are your responsibility.
No one else's.

Don't waste my time.

Go on.

Here.

Very well.

The three statements are identical.

Word for word.

They didn't even bother to fabricate
three different ones.

Find Rosaura Vidal.

She's the guilty one.

They're all comfortable in their palaces,
while we suffer. It's not fair.

She's the one
who should be here, Rosaura Vidal!

The problem is
there's no justice in this country.

-You did celebrate.
-Saúl, we lost.

These people get released,
or we'll be crucified.

Saúl, are you okay?

Do you need to stop?

A glass of water?

Water's for the plants.

Saúl, all of the things you told me
is what didn't happen.

Right?

What happened, then?

Who k*lled Stanley?

A year after the death of Amado Carrillo,

the organization asked Stanley...

-A drink?
-I'm good.

To return all properties in his name.

Cheers.

I think they should be more specific.

I mean, because saying

this property, or that, no.

The lands in Santa Fe,

where the record factory was to be built.

Okay, that's fine.

The thing is,
there's a little detail there.

Those properties are under my name.

And my agreement with your boss

was that they'd be mine.

In compensation for using
my face and prestige to his service.

I don't have bosses anymore, Paco.

This is my proposal, so we don't argue.

You can keep them for a reasonable amount.

And how much are we talking about?
Just to know.

Let's see...

You're kidding, right?

-It's reasonable.
-Reasonable?

It's not. He had already signed
those properties over to me.

So, Paco...

Will you argue with us?

You want to rob me, and I won't allow it.

-Paco.
-Don't Paco me!

You're not taking
what's mine and my family's.

I won't give you the pleasure.

You're saying the most powerful cartel
in Mexico threatened Paco,

and he ignored them?

The man thought he was immortal,
untouchable. He was out of his mind.

They tried to keep up their normal lives,

and like everything they did...

Looking great, no double chin.

-They took it as a joke.
-This is yours?

To set down the law
in the Mennonite village.

There.

No, f*ck, no!

What? Who was it?

Get down! Get down!

They'll k*ll us!

Get away from the window, Mario!

-It's no one, Paco.
-What?

It's nothing.

Oh, God.

Oh, my dear God.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God.

And round and round,
so they don't sh**t us.

Round and round and do lots of turns...

Oh, my God.

Lots of witnesses told us

that the sidekick was up to his neck
in debts with the cartel.

Many said that when he ran out of options,

the bad guys offered him
to settle his debt,

as long as he took care of his boss.

We'll be fine, my friend.

Years from now,
we'll remember and laugh about it.

I think we should calm down a little.

Relax a little.

Otherwise, we'll start showing it, Paco.

People will notice.

Don't you think
it's too much of a coincidence

that exactly one week
before he was k*lled,

Stanley got an armed escort
with his family?

Nothing will happen to us.
Who would hurt us?

But your wife,

your children, Paco.

If you make sure
someone's watching them 24/7,

you'll be more relaxed.

Remember the threat in the restaurant,

The one the Amezcua brothers made him?

Yes.

Well, it wasn't them.

May I sit?

Sir, were you expecting this lady?

-Yes.
-Very well.

I'm such a big fan of your show.

I wanted to ask for an autograph.

Now, Stanley was boxed into a corner.

I DON'T HAVE THAT KIND OF MONEY

He didn't have that money.

And even if he did,

he couldn't get it in such a short time.

Give me one more week.

You have until tomorrow.

Stanley decided
to do something unheard of.

How are you, Paquito?

-You work too hard. May I?
-No, please.

Check my new soap opera.

Check my new soap opera.

I did something great.

f*ck Spielberg.
Watch this, it's f*cking genius, man.

-Let me see your sh*t.
-It's called Soñadoras.

-What do you have there?
-Go ahead.

It's cocaine.

"Cocaine!"

f*cking shameless.

-Watch it.
-I'll watch it later.

I need to talk to you.

I need to find Cachorro. Where is he?

Cachorro? The boss?

-Where is he?
-What do you need?

I need money. Big money.

You should've asked me, here I have...

No, man, I'm serious. Tell me where he is.

In Miami, didn't they tell you?

No, I heard he was in Mexico,
but don't know where.

I don't know either, Paquito.

Even if I knew, just go to sleep, Paco.

You smell like a party.

It's serious, man.

I need to talk to him.

-Are you serious, Paco?
-Yes.

Did you try San Angel?

He was selling soap operas to the Japs.

Thanks, man. I'm sorry, man.

Damn, Paco.

Hurry up because it's going to rain.

Paco, how are you?

-Where's the boss?
-You can't go in.

What do you mean I can't?

Cachorro!

Cachorro!

Cachorro, it's me, dude!

Cachorro!

Cachorro!

Cachorro!

Hey!

-Paco was completely terrified.
-Get out of the way!

In fact, he called home that evening.

Hi, honey.

Stuck in traffic, it's bad.

No, I can't, I have to...

Go back to the studio
for a musical number.

I have to be at 5:00 a.m. for the show.

Yes. Yes, tomorrow,
as soon as I'm done, I'll be there.

We'll eat together.

You do know I love you, right?

Love you all.

See you tomorrow.

Kisses.

Buddy, may I come in?

Come in.

What's this? Did you sleep here?

I didn't have time to go home.

What the hell happened to you?

I fell down getting out of the car,
that's why I didn't join you.

So, were you able to talk to him?

Did you find him?

No.

Didn't you say
Huicho would tell you his location?

He did, I went, but he was gone.

f*ck, Paco.

-I know, man.
-What the f*ck will you do now?

Pay them, Paco.

They don't fool around.

You pay them, m*therf*cker.

It's not two pennies. Stop pestering.

Are you lost, man?

The boss' cue cards.

Are those flowers for me?

Who else, boss?

Thank you, thank you.

PACORRO AND THEN SOME

Thank you for staying tuned here,
in Pacorro and Then Some.

You know what?
Today we're having a really horrible show.

We should better go.

-Go home.
-No, man.

We still have to say hello, sir.

Okay, let's read the audience phone calls.

"Paco, you're the most handsome TV host."

You're right, yes.

"Could you give us the eagle eyes?"

Okay, just because you're asking me.

Definitely not ugly, sir.

"Paco, why do you treat Mario so badly?"

Because he deserves it.

Don't help me, don't, man.

"Pa..."

It's hot in here, right?

-Yes!
-Yes!

You'll have to forgive me,
but I'm taking my jacket off.

No, for real, it's really hot in here.

What, there's no AC?

Have you seen what happened
to useless Mario today?

I broke a toe, sir.

From kicking kids around, right?

They moved,

that's why, I kicked the wall.

He chased them like dogs.

Listen, sir, I'd...

I'd like to say hello.

Say hello? Pay them!
That's what you have to do.

I just wanna say hi.

Pay them!

I have a bad toe, sir, I do.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

Pay them!

Not with your papers, okay?

Pay them!

Look, Francisco.

Not with the papers.

Why not?

Even with a broken foot.

Parrot dance!

Do you have our money, Paco?

No.

I couldn't get that amount.

You'll hear from us.

No! I'll sign over anything you want.

Everything under my name.

Fine, we'll handle it.

If Stanley agreed to sign over
the properties in his name,

why did they k*ll him?

What we call the triple A at the office

wanted Paco dead.

The Amezcuas, first.

Amado, and lastly, the Arellanos.

Stanley settled things with his own,

but he was already in their sights.

The Arellano Félix,
who wanted the Mexico City turf,

already had him in their sights.

No!

-Will you cooperate?
-Yes, yes!

The sidekick would tell them
where they were having breakfast.

-You'll call us on this phone.
-Yes.

We're going out.

Brenda, my love, don't you miss me?

Morning! Hi! How are you today?
Say hello to me.

-What, Mario?
-Must be Brenda.

Mario crossed the room,
broken foot and all, to tell them...

He'll be out in five.

That they were going out.

I can't make it, Paco.

Wait, I'll go with you.

Here, pay with this, man.

Calm down, man.

You've had a long face
the whole breakfast.

I made a deal with them.

What do you mean you made a deal?

Yes, didn't I say I'd fix it?

You should have told me, man.

You don't always have to know everything.

And hey, man,
I'm sorry about today, okay? Really.

I've been really nervous
about all this for days.

But today it just got out of hand, man.

Okay.

I'll head to the car.

See you outside, turd.

What's going on outside?

Get down, everyone!

Get down! Get down! Stay down!

Don't go out, stay there.

I think Paco Stanley was k*lled.

Stay there, don't come out.

Easy, it'll be okay.

And that's how

the Arellanos k*lled him to send a message

of criminal supremacy.

Like saying,

"We're in the city now,

and any friend of the Juárez Cartel
is our enemy now.

If we can k*ll Mexico's most famous
comedian in broad daylight,

we can k*ll anyone."

Saúl,

out of everything you told me,
is anything true?

Listen.

Really, you're saying Stanley saved

and condemned himself on the same day?

The same day he avoided
getting k*lled by one cartel,

got k*lled by another?

It's all in the reports.

No, that's a version
in your investigation.

It's convenient to blame the party.

Those tepid b*stards.

If it hadn't been for them,
we could have found Rosaura,

and the culprits.

So, where's that woman?

She vanished on the day of the m*rder.

She took a flight from Cancún to Colombia.

No one has asked for her to be extradited.

Another coincidence?

So, you're saying Rosaura Vidal
started as a hostess in Stanley's show,

and ended up as a high-level operator
in a criminal organization in four years?

Of course.

You're trying to say she doesn't exist,

because you work for the same network
that had her in their payroll for years.

You're covering for them.

Covering?

You know that the witnesses who declared
that Mario owed money to the cartel

were fabricated by you.

You kept trying to frame him.

It's best for the bodyguards
to stay with my family.

We'll all rest easier.

How will they rest easier knowing

two gorillas
will be following them all day?

According to the bodyguards' statements,

it was Mario who insisted
they stay with Stanley.

It's better if they stay with you.

That's what they're for.

Just relax.

The phone calls you insisted
Mario made to the hitmen,

are indeed registered.

But he didn't call them.

What's up, honey? I'm having breakfast.

He called his wife.

Yes, I don't have time
to get the ham, okay?

I have to get back to the office.

You don't mind?

Since you couldn't prove anything,

you resorted to t*rture
to fabricate culprits.

Does it look like her? Answer!

That's a lie!

A lie!

They tortured him
to make him take it back!

Answer!

Your entire investigation is
riddled with illegality.

Saúl, you abused your authority
to solve this case no matter what,

and you failed.

The thing is they want to k*ll me.

We need to find the truth
before it's too late.

Who?

Who would want to k*ll you?

If someone had wanted you dead,
they would have done it five years ago.

You haven't been listening
to anything I said!

They were protecting someone,
that's why my investigation hit the wall.

What you must ask yourself is,

who benefits
from us not knowing the truth?

Please, you have to believe me.

-They'll k*ll me.
-I have to answer.

Hello?

Yes.

I left half an hour ago.
I'm on my way home.

Lies, just lies.

You were right.

He's not okay.

He's lost it. He's delusional.

It's too risky to use anything he says.

Well, talk to you later.

See you soon.

I really hope
everything goes well for you, Saúl.

By the way,
there are no cats in this house.

We're back, dear listeners,
thank you for staying with us.

We haven't heard anything about
the declaration we made a few days ago,

regarding safety in our jobs.

This subject concerns us, worries us,

it's without a doubt, a subject that...

I'm sorry, we just got
a last-minute announcement.

A few hours ago,
former District Attorney of Mexico City,

sixty-year-old Saúl Villareal,
passed away.

He was found alone in his house
in Lomas de Chapultepec,

where he lived for many years.

Apparently, he suffered from kidney
and pulmonary complications.

Rest in peace, former DA Saúl Villareal.

THE INVESTIGATION
INTO PACO STANLEY'S m*rder IS STILL OPEN.

AS OF TODAY, THERE ARE NO SUSPECTS.