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or provocative dialogue.
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The characters and situations in this program are fictitious.
Any similarities to actual people, names, stories,
or any other events is purely coincidental.
WORK
I'm glad you didn't send those pictures.
I know Diabla well. I know how her mind works.
She's scared you all into submission.
She's won. You're all terrified of her.
Fear isn't a bad thing.
What if people flung themselves at their worst fears?
There'd be so much death.
Sometimes fear serves to make us reflect,
think things over better, do better.
Do better...
No,
Ever since the day I stepped over that yellow line with you
and walked into this world of pain, death, and bloodshed,
I haven't allowed myself to feel pain.
Fear can paralyze you.
It can make you freeze.
It keeps people from finding success.
Evil people feed off of fear. They relish it.
Whether we win or lose this war
is a matter of overcoming our fears.
You're right.
Tell him how you really feel.
I hate him!
I never want to see him again in my entire life!
See who?
Who else? Albeiro!
But why?
He disgusts me.
That dirty pig!
I knew it...
I knew this would happen sooner or later.
I knew he'd go back to Catalina once she came back.
I knew he'd forget about all the promises he made me.
Would you ever take him back?
I'd rather die.
I never want to see him again.
I only ever gave him my love.
I never want to see him again.
I was so stupid!
-Very well. -I hate him!
I hate him so much!
Perfect.
It was about time you told that jerk how you really felt.
I'm letting you go tomorrow.
I'll leave you at the hospital where Calvo's recovering.
He'll help you.
I know what I'm saying. He's a good man.
He'll take good care of you.
I know.
I know he's a good man.
You'll stay with him there until he recovers.
Then you can go live together.
We're just friends, Yesica.
Don't remind me. He's too stupid to make a move.
We're just friends...
Get some rest. You're leaving tomorrow.
Albeiro. Why?
Why'd you do it?
I hate him! I hate him so much!
Sweetie, I know you're feeling overwhelmed right now.
Visiting a drug lord's ranch can be a terrifying experience.
-It was. -I know, sweetie. I know.
That's why I want you to realize
that your problems are my problems.
It never feels like that, though.
Of course they are, sweetie. I swear.
Look...
I had a difficult relationship with my mother as well.
I loved her then. I still do.
But I don't want our relationship to suffer as well.
Remember what I said last time?
We can still save our relationship.
I want us to set aside all resentment.
There's no need to rebuke each other
for what did and didn't happen. There's still time for us.
Think of your baby.
You want to offer your baby
as much peace and harmony as possible.
Think about it.
You're totally right.
I need to give my baby happiness and love.
Exactly... and I know you will.
You weren't afraid of ------- my niece, were you?
I asked you a question. Answer me.
Not in the moment, no...
because I was drugged at the time.
I didn't know what I was doing. I told you that.
I couldn't feel a thing then,
but I sure felt afraid afterwards.
Afraid of what?
Of losing you.
Losing you for good.
Of what people would say...
of whether I'd gotten her pregnant.
Yeah, I was afraid.
I think about that... all the time.
You know I'm madly in love with you.
That doesn't just fade away overnight.
What future could we possibly have, though?
My niece is pregnant with your child.
She's carrying that baby you wanted so much.
Can I tell you something?
Even if Hernan Dario doesn't want to take responsibility
for our daughter or son, I still do.
And I'm going to raise him or her right.
I'll make you proud, Mom.
I'll always be proud of you, Mariana.
Always.
I hope you always remember that.
And Hernan Dario will assume his responsibility,
but not by your side.
I hope you realize that.
Please.
We'll shower that baby with love, though.
I'll help you.
I also want you to finish school.
I want you to find your calling and get a career.
I'll always be there for you, sweetie.
I'll always support you.
I'll never turn my back on you. Ever.
Ever.
I love you.
I love you more.
You're like a doll, Mom.
I've never told you this, but you're beautiful.
-I'm so sorry. -Oh, sweetie.
You've done nothing wrong.
You're my baby, sweetie. We're in this together.
I'm here to guide you and lead you to the right path.
You're my little girl.
I love you so much.
I love you.
You need to take responsibility for your actions
and provide for your baby.
You need to provide for her, too.
Forget about me. Just make her happy.
None of this makes any sense.
I'm going to take responsibility for the baby.
I said that already.
I will provide for them...
but I refuse to stay with Mariana
because I can't be with someone I don't love.
She isn't a good person.
I've told you time and again,
but I'll remind you as many times as necessary.
Mariana's a bad person.
She's a filthy, scheming liar.
Sooner or later, you'll come to realize that.
I love you more than anyone else does in this world.
I'm a young mom, that's why people ask us,
"Are you two sisters?"
Why don't we make plans together?
We could go to the mall together, watch movies,
go out for ice cream...
You know, mother-daughter things.
I've waited a long time for you to tell me that.
It's not like we've never done that stuff before.
A few times...
but you spend a lot of time working.
I know, sweetie. I know.
So where are you really going with all this?
Nowhere, Mariana.
I'm telling you this
because I'm legitimately worried about you.
I'm extremely worried.
In fact, I'm terrified at the fact that you got to meet Titi.
You did meet him, right?
What was his name?
Aurelio Jaramillo... better known as Titi.
He's a dangerous man, Mariana.
I'm telling you because I care about you.
You didn't see or experience anything.
I didn't meet him. I'm telling you the truth.
I believe you.
I really do... but what possibly led you to go there?
You didn't know anyone there.
Fine... I'll tell you.
It was a combination of things.
First off,
I finally found someone who liked me for who I was.
Someone who didn't judge me.
Secondly, they offered me a job.
I want to be independent.
I don't want to depend on you or Dad anymore.
I want to be self-sufficient and provide for myself.
And thirdly and most importantly,
Dayana didn't judge me for smoking weed.
In fact, she smoked with me and we had a great time.
Then what do I need to do to make you happy?
Not judge you?
You're wrong there.
That's why we need to get you started
on a rehab program right away.
Oh, no...
Don't tell me I need rehab.
I'm not an addict. Can't you see?
Then how do I keep you from accepting
dangerous invitations like that one?
Do I need to provide you with a w
Diabla.
Diabla, what are you doing to Jota?
Tell me!
You could say we're spoiling him.
No.
Don't play with me like that.
Tell me what you're doing to him.
He had an accident. Such a shame.
Give it to me straight, Yesica!
What are you doing to him?
By the way, this isn't my fault.
What are you doing to Jota? Please tell me.
You really want to know what I'm doing to him?
You must be capable of being merciful
for once in your life.
Tell me you'll release us both so we can both leave this hell.
No.
I can't tell you that...
but I can show and tell you what happened to your friend.
And it's your fault.
No.
Yesica, no!
You --------- bitch!
You couldn't have done that!
You didn't!
You damn bitch!
I damn the very day you were born!
-Oh, stop it. -I detest you!
-I'll cut off another finger! -I hate you, ------- bitch!
What do you want? Another finger?
I'm no expert, you know. I'd watch out if I were you.
I might accidentally chop off his whole hand.
You're sick.
-Yes. -You monster!
I know I'm sick.
I'm going to cut off each and every one of his fingers
if I don't have you in my bed tonight.
Maybe that'll teach you.
You bitch. Wait!
Yesica!
Don't hurt him!
Please don't hurt Jota!
You bitch!
What are you doing to Albeiro?
I don't know, buddy.
It seems the boss likes playing with her victims.
Get me out of here. Please, I beg you!
No can do, son.
If the boss finds out, I'll be the one who ends up dead.
Listen.
She's alone.
She must have tons of money stashed away in caches.
Let me go and I'll let you take all the money.
I'm begging you.
I can't do that.
Know why? Here's the thing.
A friend of mine recommended me for the job,
and he saved my life.
I can't let him down like that.
Help me. Help...
Man, don't you get it?
Listen...
What was he saying?
He keeps asking me to help him escape.
Do I look like a sellout to you?