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PRICE OF FAME
What are you going to do? Kill me, here and now?
Me?
Do you have enough songs to record an album?
I hope the next debut is mine.
That's how it should be.
The magazine offices are on fire!
Mateo, we lit Treviño's magazine house on fire!
No, I'm not well. I feel like the room's spinning.
I've located the Texan.
I'll take care of him.
You're old and worthless.
Doctor!
Your father had many enemies.
One of them is Mateo Solar.
What's going to happen if I don't go along with your plan
to be with Rafael Zabala?
Are you going to kill Mateo?
PRICE OF FAME
I don't plan on doing anything to Mateo.
You don't?
I'm just asking so I'll understand.
Since you decide who lives and who dies.
It's not a matter of deserving
but of surviving.
I defend what's mine.
So now you're a survivor.
You strike me as more of a common killer, Amado.
I'm no killer. And I'm not an animal.
When I finally managed to leave the orphanage,
I sought my mother out...
despite her abandoning me.
When I learned of her death...
and discovered I had two sisters I didn't know,
I didn't hesitate to adopt them.
I always gave you the best and from the bottom of my heart.
Sure, and the best was keeping us locked away, right?
So you could then sell us like merchandise!
I do what's in my best interest.
And also what's in your best interest because you're family.
What if what's in your best interest isn't in mine?
Tell me. What comes first?
Will you want me to be a happy, fulfilled woman?
Or use me to get what you want?
Come in.
Sorry, boss. You've got a call.
Go work with the Texan.
I really do want you to be happy.
That's why I support your musical ambition.
Professionally, but what about personally?
Will you really let me be with someone that doesn't suit you?
With someone you can't exploit?
Hello?
Everything here is helter skelter.
Many believe it was a heart attack, but the media,
because of the fire, think it was part of a plan.
Death by natural causes doesn't sell.
What's up with the autopsy?
Don't worry, I've got the coroner's info.
I have to go. The show's about to begin.
What happened with Treviño's right-hand man?
We're working on it, sir.
Memo's always surrounded by people,
but it'll get done today.
We interrupt this program with some very sad news.
The saddest yours truly could bring you.
We in the media are mourning the loss of Mr. Radio.
Mr. Gabriel Treviño, owner of multiple press outlets...
passed away last night.
That's why we're playing this song that he loved so much.
Mr. Gabriel, wherever you are, this one's for you.
Take five, guys. My mom's calling.
Send her my regards.
What's up, Mom?
Tell me you had nothing to do with that man's death.
Mom, I swear on Tito's memory.
We're in LA, getting ready to open the Solar's record label.
Yes, to work in music, just like I promised.
Mateo owed you.
After all this violence, I'm staying here in the parish.
Hello?
Hey!
Damn.
Lost the call.
When I've got money,
I'm going to buy my mom one of those fancy phones.
Mateo told me he was hiring us as musicians
to back up the record label's first artist.
But first, we've got to do the music for the song
Rafa Zabala sang with Manara at the tribute.
And it's got to follow the same beat.
But we're recording that tomorrow
because Mateo wanted to record alone with her.
I've been thinking. Don't you think it's weird
that between all the shooting, killing, and chaos
that he's still trying to get with her?
I don't know...
I think Mateo wants to beat Rafa.
And like they say, when two guys are into the same woman...
Yeah, that's true.
Where are you going?
Another call.
All this talk about women has gotten me in the mood.
I'm calling up some girls.
Ready?
I'm ready.
Ready to work?
Yes. Did you speak with Rafa?
I don't think Rafa will be joining us.
You afraid to be in a studio alone with me?
What do you think?
That you are.
He's not wearing my outfit? Unbelievable!
Look out, ma'am!
Everything happened like...
like in slow motion.
I couldn't stop thinking about you two.
You're the most important things in my life.
I was afraid I'd never get to tell you again.
Everything's going to be fine, Mom.
You'll see.
How's Mirta?
What?
Mirta died in the accident.
I killed her.
Don't say that, Mom.
It was an accident.
May I be alone with your mother?
It'll be okay.
How'd she die?
She died instantly. Mirta wasn't wearing a seatbelt.
But that's not the problem, Itzel.
They did blood tests
and found psychoactive drugs in your system.
The police are outside. They want to arrest you.
This situation's complicated.
Grandpa, there's no way Mom was getting pills illegally.
What for?
I don't understand either, but proof is proof.
I'm going home to change. I'll be back.
I've never bought pills illegally.
I only take the pills my doctor prescribes.
To them, it's proof. Maybe they were Mirta's.
Mirta was so healthy she didn't even drink coffee.
Could you have something to do with all this?
What?
What are you talking about? Me?
Of course.
I used Julio Cesar's death to threaten you.
Maybe you're doing all this to make me look crazy.
Or worse.
What kind of person do you think I am?
I'm finding you a lawyer to get you out of this.
-Or to destroy me further. -No, to help you!
You're the one with the problem.
They want to arrest you, so accept responsibility.
I want to use the bathroom.
Move.
Nurse.
How about a nap?
We can cuddle and be together.
I'm short on time.
I'm going back to LA.
Oh yeah?
The record label opens for business tomorrow, right?
When do you start looking for singers?
I only ask because you'll probably be busy.
Actually, having Julio Cesar's music makes us pretty special.
Right.
But you know what?
Before we launch new artists like you,
it's my turn.
So give me all your strength and energy
so I can remain on the record label's board.
You called?
I'm going to the hospital to see you.
-To be there for your family. -Right.
And to parade in front of the press.
That too.
Mateo came to pick up Manara.
To sort out a chorus.
Meanwhile, you're there, a very busy man.
I think he's stealing her from you.
The fool's defying guy code!
You've got to stop him.
I'm going to do just that.
Good. Take it out on him.
Show him who you are.
Very nice.
Let's go.
Very good.
Though I still think you could do more.
More what?
More feeling.
-More... -Okay.
Relax, breathe and close your eyes.
Just have fun.
-From the top? -Okay.
No, no. I didn't explain myself well.
A little more.
What do you want? Louder?
More feeling?
I don't understand what you want?
You want me...
It's full of press out there.
Where's your dad?
He ran off.
He said something about a lawyer.
Yeah, but that's not true.
Grandpa, do you know what's going on?
Isn't this that that dirtbag Mateo's car?
It is.
-Will you be needing help, sir? -No, I'll handle this myself.
Can you explain why you were so cold to me at the tribute?
You want the truth?
Yes.
I'm scared of what might happen between Rafael and you.
-You understand, don't you? -I do.
But don't be scared. I don't care about Rafa.
Make sure you install the light fixtures.
-Hey. -Yeah?
Shouldn't we be recording?
Or we'll never finish.
You're absolutely right.