01x08 - The Myth of the Guilty Murderess

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- Hey.

Yeah, I understand
the terms of the deal.

We moved too slow, I guess.

I mean, I had to
jump on it fast.

But, as you recall, your boss
wanted to vet the situation

a little longer, and the product
was snapped up by another party.

All right, you said...

You said no interest
for the first two months

and then 20 to 33
percent of the loan,

but it hasn't been two months.

What do you mean when you say

it's out of your hands?

No, I understand
you have given me

chance after chance.

Yeah, I know. I know
it's a lot of money.

I know people get
k*lled for less.

Yeah. Of course
I'm not gonna run.

I'm a businessman. Besides,
you took my passport,

so even if I wanted to,

-which I don't-

I can't.

Yeah, well, I'm putting
a plan together.

I have several
irons in the fire.

Yes, sir. I appreciate it.

Maru, wake up.

- Hm?

Max: We gotta go.

- Go where?

Max: Dinner with Alba
Fontana, for my project.

Did you forget?

- No. I, uh, I just.
Thought it was later.

- You slept for three hours.

- No, I didn't. Did I?

- Yeah.

- Why didn't you wake me?

- I'm waking you
now. Let's go.

- I have to shower.

- No, there's no time, let's go.

And I have a meeting at nine

so we're not gonna
be there long.

- Who are you meeting with?

- What is the point
of always asking me

when you don't understand the
first thing about my business?

- God. It's an innocent
question, it's not a crime.

- Yeah, well,

lately you've developed
this terrible habit

of asking questions
all the time.

- It's irritating. Let's go.

Hey! Hey, Roberto.

Yeah. Yeah, we spoke.

Well, I assured him
I have a few plans

I'm putting into motion.

What do you mean, how?

Because the shipment was bigger

than I was first led to believe.

And I was told in
no uncertain terms,

I had to step up
or lose the chance

to do business with
them in the future.

Well, I told him I can't
pay back the interest.

I can only pay back the loan.

Yeah, he did.

I played it off as
a joke and he said

live by the black market,
die by the black market.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm laughing.
It's hilarious. Yeah.

No, they beat Darrell
with a baseball bat, man.

No, he won't be able to
walk right for a year.

His back is completely f*cked.

Yeah. He can't even
stand up vertical.

You know, they took my passport

because they think I'm
gonna flee the country.

Yeah. All right.

See you tonight. Okay.

You gonna wear that?

- I thought you
liked this dress.

- Looks cheap. Wear
something else.

- Did I do something
to upset you?

- You mind if we fight in
the car? We're very late.

- I don't want to fight at all.

- Yeah, me either.

So the quicker you change,
the quicker we can go.

Hey. Yeah.

Yeah, of course. Of course,
I was gonna pick up.

What? Wait, wait, wait.

Don't f*ck around.
We have a deal.

Of course. Of course,
I can handle it.

Look, there isn't anyone
better than me to run this.

And they know that.
And you know that.

Because the stages
and the trucks

are the perfect cover
to move the coke.

Now I can't be any
cleaner than that.

Yes, yeah. That's the gravy.
Like it's a totally legit front.

Like, for example, I'm having
dinner with Alba Fontana tonight

to go over the details
of the doc with her.

I mean, yeah, in principle,

but, you know she's got
a few minor questions,

but we're gonna hash
it out over dinner.

Are you kidding?
Are you kidding?

Did you see the one where
the guy got convicted

because of what came out during
the making of the series?

Okay, it's just...
it's just one idea

but it's very much in the works.

Like, it's very
much in the works.

How about because you
are an attorney, Roberto,

because you are
obligated to proceed

according to rule of
law. Now, tell them that.

Not agreed!

All right. I'll see
you at nine o'clock.

Not agreed.

What have I told you
about eavesdropping?

- I wasn't.
- Well, you just happened

to be standing real close
to the door because why?

- I just wanted to see if
this dress was any better,

but you were on the phone.

Max: You really are
dumb as a f*cking stump

if you think I'm gonna buy that.

- Wow, someone is in a mood.

- It must be nice to be
able to fix any old problem

by spreading your legs.

- Why are you being rude to me?

- Oh, I'm being a rude?
- So rude.

- Oh, well pardon me,
madmoi-f*ck-selle.

The world must look
so different to you.

- What's that got
to do with anything?

- You know, people
aren't afraid of death

because deep down, we
all know it's coming.

But pain?

Now that is a different
matter altogether.

We spend our whole lives
trying to avoid it.

I mean, what is life but
the daily avoidance of pain?

- What
are we talking about?

- Pain.

What part of that
is confusing to you?

You know, maybe pain
doesn't apply to you.

Because you can just shake
your needy little a*s

and do a dance and
splay yourself on a bed

and make problems vanish
like a f*cking magician!

- You love it when I dance.

- Love is a little strong.

You have an eight-year-old's
sense of rhythm.

- Explain this to me:
how can you be inside me

all considerate and manly,

and in a flat second morph
into this angry baby?

It's like the opposite
of a superpower.

- Babe, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's work, I'm a
little stressed.

That dress is cute.

Come on. Let's go. We're late.

I'm done.

Hey, try not to
get drunk tonight.

I gotta close this deal.

Ah-argh!

Okay.

Max: Okay.

Whoo.

- Are you all right?

Max: Yeah.

Those floors are
harder than they look.

All right, let's get
out of here before...

- What are you doing?

- You know, maybe me
going and getting help

and coming back
makes more sense.

- What? How?

- Well, if they see
that we're all gone

when the guys get
here to collect,

they'll think it's a trap and
all hell might break loose.

Now I couldn't live with
all that blood on my hands.

I'm gonna go get help.

- Get what help?
Just untie us.

- I'll untie you if you
tell me off the record

the truth about Archie's death.

I'll never tell another soul.

But if I die here
today, if God forgive,

I don't live to fight another
day, I really, really...

- That gag isn't coming off
so save your breath, okay?

- You are sick in the head.

Just untie us before
they come back.

- I'm sorry. I had to ask.

It's been my life's ambition
to uncover a m*rder plot.

Especially the mastermind
of a perfect m*rder.

Mexican K*llers
are so impulsive.

I'll be back with help.

Max: Okay.

- Alba had nothing
to do with it.

- Batty, shut up.

- I poisoned him, just
the way you thought.

Now get us out of here.

- You're only saying
that so I set you free.

- Exactly right.

- What kind of poison?

- Tetrodotoxin.

I got it from an old
fish vendor I knew

from Maya's Seafood Kitchen
who specialized in fugu.

- Don't tell him anything!

- Alba has nothing to do
with this so set her free.

I put the tetrodotoxin
in his Negroni.

He collapsed, and I dragged him
to the beach in a wheelbarrow

where I set him face down on
the water to finish him off.

And that's the truth.

- If I'm not mistaken,
Inocencia has something to add.

The powder she put in his drink

was not blowfish
poison but guaco.

- What is that?

- A medicinal herb
from Venezuela,

good for chronic cough
and respiratory ailments,

which Don Archibaldo
suffered from.

- How would you know?

- Because I switched
out the poison

Batty kept in a small jar in
her lingerie drawer myself.

Max: How do I know
you're not lying?

- Because I loved him.

A long time ago, not in the end.

He was a horrible man;
r*cist, controlling,

and he had a bad back

like the American
president John F. Kennedy,

which undermined his
performance in bed.

But I couldn't let
him die like that.

Go ask the coroner
if he had any traces

of tetrodotoxin in his body
and the answer will be no.

Don Archibaldo died
from a heart attack.

Max: But she tried
to m*rder him?

If you hadn't intervened...

Inocencia: She gave him a small
dose one day that gave him

bad gas and diarrhea, but
that was the extent of it.

- Are you willing to
repeat all this on camera?

- Never say anything
on camera, Inocencia!

Especially not the truth.

- I can get you serious
money for this interview.

- How much?

- Ten thousand dollars,
for starters. Easy.

- I always need money for
my son, for my village.

- Yes.

Muah.

Alba, where's your
camera and all your gear?

- I sold it.

- I find that highly
unlikely, but that's okay.

I happen to have a
camera and a tripod

in the trunk of my
car. Lights too.

- Untie us first. I
told you what you asked.

- Hm, not yet.

- You can't
interview us tied up.

- Are you giving me
professional advice?

- Think about it. You'll
look like the kidnapper.

- That's a good point. You
know, be that as it may,

hang tight, I'll be right back.

- Max!

- Tensions run high
between the conspirators.

as
they desperately

scurry to safety

like c*ck in the
sudden appearance of light.

Rubber baby buggy bumpers.

Rubber baby buggy
bumpers. Prrrrrr.

Mano y mano with Alba Fontana.

Are you ready for this?

- I think so.

- Before you reveal
to the nation

just how you pulled this
off, I want to thank you.

It's been a privilege
listening to your story.

I'm fairly sure that my
mother m*rder*d my father,

but I could never prove it.

Did you know that?

- I sure didn't.

Inocencia, what's happening?

- I don't know.

- Did he just leave us?

Inocencia: Looks that way.

- Why the hell would he do that?

- Why does that
idiot do anything?

How the hell are
we gonna get out of here?

- Are you tied up pretty good?

Pretty good. You?

Alba: I think I can
get out of mine.

Almost there.

Alba: Okay, you're good.

Oh, thank god.

Can you guys please not
look? I'm super shy.

Alba:
Just like in my dream,

I felt like we were the
only four people left alive.

No thieves. No
diamonds. No Max.

But this was no dream.

Everything was put
back the way it was

before it all happened,
on the outside.

Inside me, everything
was different.

Every part had changed.

I wondered if Batty felt it too.

- How do you make this
coffee taste so good?

- I'm going.

Alba: Where?

- That way.

Alba: Well, I'm going with you.

- I don't think so.

- Batty, you didn't k*ll anyone.

You're not guilty of any crime.

- I can't console
myself with that.

I know what I'm capable of.

And I know what
my intention was.

- Let's talk about this.

- I can't.

- Will you think about it?

- No. Goodbye.

- Just like that?

Where are you going?

- Wherever you're going?

- Hah.

- What's the plan?

Don't tell me.
I'm not in this,

I don't want to know
what the plan is.

And you don't want me to know.

What happened between you two?

Did you leave
Inocencia the house?

- We can't get very
far without money.

- I have some.

- How much?

How did you do that?

- Old habits. I'm
a sucker for shiny things.

Sparkle and flash,
story of my life.

It's like
when they train spies.

Part of their training
is to get them wasted

to see if they can keep
their undercover identity

whilst totally out of control.

My heart was beating so loud I
thought for sure your butler,

I mean, at the time I
thought he was your butler,

would hear it.

And I simply couldn't resist.

I told myself I would
put them back but...

You know when you have
one of those mornings

where you wake up like,
what am I doing here?

Whose bed is this?

When did I get this
rainbow tattoo?

Why does my tongue taste
like I licked somebody's a*s?

Please God, don't let me
have licked somebody's a*s

and not remember them.

That was me today.

It's been like nonstop
acid flashbacks all day.

But nothing tops doing
a quick vag*na check

and finding a stash of diamonds.

Even for me, that's a first.

Are you okay? Are
you gonna be sick?

Uh, do you want to sit down?
Maybe you should sit down.

- Wait here.

Alba: Every
story I have ever documented

ended in tragedy with me
walking away unscathed.

At least I told myself
I was unscathed,

but I can't pretend to
be objective anymore.

And I'm sick of tragedy.

I want a different ending.

And I don't want to do it alone.

Batty!

What do you want?

What do I want?

Alba: What do you want?

- I don't know anymore.

- When people say, "the
courage of my convictions,"

I have no idea what they mean.

I have no convictions.

Most of the time,
I'm like a butterfly

getting whipped
around by the wind,

praying I don't
hit a windshield.

Or maybe hit it
but not too hard.

Maybe windshields are
nice, I don't know.

I have no convictions.

But I don't want to
see you get hurt.

- You don't?

- I don't want me or you
or anyone to hurt you.

- You're not very
nice, you know.

- I didn't know that, no.

- No, it's a compliment.

- Oh.

- Like when a woman
says a man is nice,

she usually means he's
boring. You are not boring.

- Okay.

- I don't really know
how to talk to you.

- That's fine.

I don't know how to
talk to you either.

- That...
- That was...

- What?

- No, you first.

- I was going to say
that was impressive,

how you got out of
those knots before.

- I was a Girl Scout.

- Seriously?

- Three years.

- I was a mannequin model.

- Did you like it?

- I wasn't great at
the staying still part,

but I'm good at
being naked if you...

if you would like
to see me naked.

- I was so afraid that
you would just vanish

like a pebble into a pool.