Jesus.
Jesus, it's me.
Sister Beatriz.
Don't you remember me?
I know exactly who you are.
I want information about the family who left me here.
Oh, Chuy.
Sweetheart.
Put that down. You don't need that here.
Sweetheart.
You always had more questions than the others.
You were more curios than the rest.
Put that weapon down, son.
Life is a funny thing.
I've been thinking about you very often recently.
I need information.
If you don't, I'll forget the gratitude I feel towards you.
You won't forget because this was your first home
and we cared for you here until you were adopted.
I didn't belong here.
You were lucky, Jesus.
You had a family who welcomed you
and I'm sure they gave you all the love and care you needed.
I was adopted by a woman who gave me the best she could,
but I deserved more.
That's why I want to know about my biological family.
Can I go play soccer? The teacher isn't coming.
Sure, sweetie. Go on.
Hey, I wanted to thank you for...
for putting in the effort to put up with my mother.
I know none of this is your fault.
I also want to get along with your family because...
because...
Because?
Because I want to adopt Miguelito.
What?
I've never been so sure about anything in my life.
I want us to adopt him.
Who are you?
What's the meaning of your writings to Noelia?
First of all, don't go through my things.
Don't go through your things?
You are my wife.
A wife who's better than you at everything she does.
Without your wife you wouldn't have the company you have.
I leave for a few months and everything goes to hell.
That's me. That belonged to my sister.
Your sister was killed.
Exactly.
And it affected me, believe it or not.
I was given access to her belongings
and I decided to take her diary to learn more about her.
-I want to know more about her. -Why do you care about her now?
You always said she was crass, that you didn't care for her.
You care about her now?
What can I say?
We shared a womb. I can't forget about her.
Noelia is her daughter. She's my niece.
I know what it's like to grow up without a mother
and, believe me, it's no easy feat.
I'm a compassionate person.
I need you to do me a favor.
I don't know who you are, but don't take me for a fool.
Cesar.
Hey.
Hello, ma'am.
What are you doing here?
I came to support you,
to be with you during these trying times.
At the end of the day, we're family
and we have to support each other in good times and bad.
We may not always see eye to eye,
but it's important to learn to coexist.
Especially in trying times such as this one.
I love you so much.
Why aren't you in class?
The teacher didn't make it
and the Mother Superior said I could play.
Are you serious, Miguelito?
I am. She said it was okay.
She was with a very weird guy.
I got chills when he looked at me.
If you don't give me the information I need,
I'll find it myself.
Sometimes it's better to leave the past in the past.
Look towards the future, Jesus.
Sit down!
I don't need advice. I'm not a child anymore.
What's going on?
No, no. Calm down, child.
Let her go.
I'm over having to calm down.
Tell me what I want to know or I'm going to hurt her.
You decide.
How can you think we can adopt Miguelito?
Why not?
You wanted to be a father and you talked me into helping you.
This is another way of achieving the same goal.
I want to father my own child.
What do you mean?
An adoptive child wouldn't be your own?
He needs to have your genes to be considered a Del Rio?
Tomas, honey, adopting Miguelito would give him
and you the love you've both been looking for.
The three of us could be a family.
Babe, a child isn't going to change our lives.
No, of course not. I know that.
Have you considered we might the ones changing his life?
We'd give him a home, a father and mother.
How can a change a child's life when I can't change my own?
Tomas, if you don't want to adopt Miguelito with me,
then I'm sorry, but I won't leave him there.
Do you realize that Miguelito isn't just a child?
He's a boy who's been traumatized,
who was damaged psychologically, emotionally.
We're not adopting a child. We're adopting a problem.
How can you say that?
-It's the truth! -No, we're the damaged ones!
Every child deserves a home!
It's unfair to hear you say you're not willing to help.
Okay.
I'm not going to have a child that isn't fathered by me
when I can make love to my wife.
Have I made myself clear?
Wow!
It saddens me to hear you say that.
You'll have to do it with someone else.
I love that boy who's excited about having a family.
So what are you going to do?
Are you going to adopt him on your own?
I'm here to support Camila during these hard times.
We're family.
Family.
Camila and her friends are welcome in this house.
I live with Cesar, Mom.
He's not my friend.
He's my boyfriend.
Thank you for being here. I really needed you.
I'll be right back.
You were lucky at your trial.
No, it wasn't luck.
It was Camila's doing. Your daughter is brilliant.
Uh-huh.
Yes, but she won't thank me for helping her become who she is.
It wasn't cheap.
The best schools, extracurricular activities.
She was always smarter than her friends.
When she was eight, she knew the names of every country
in the world and their capitals.
Have you traveled, Cesar? Ever been to Europe?
No, I have not,
and I don't plan on traveling anytime soon.
I was unjustly incarcerated
and I have to work very hard to make up for lost time.
Well, maybe Camila can tell you what it's like to travel
and you can learn a thing or two.
Thank you, Senator. We really appreciate it.
Do we have any updates?
The Vice President called
to say we can use the Capitol for Alejandra's funeral.
I feel like a hypocrite accepting their condolences
when everyone knows we had separated.
I'll come back in a bit. Sorry.
Francisco Javier, would you like some water?
No, I need to get out. I need to leave.
I spent months playing Senator Edwards' perfect husband,
but I can't play the heartbroken widower now.
Tell them I left to a work meeting
and that I'll be back for the funeral.
Tell Captain Cooper
to get a plane ready to fly to Miami today.
Sure.
Don't hurt her, Jesus. Please calm down.
I'll ask one more time.
Give me information I want or I swear I'll kill her.
Give me a few seconds, Jesus. Don't do anything stupid.
Give me a few seconds.
I'll make it easier for you.
I'll ask you directly.
Who is Valeria's son?
Who is Renata Del Rio's nephew?
Who adopted me?
Was it a single woman named Olga Marin?
If you want the truth,
we'll do things your way
and may God help us, Jesus.
"Name: Jesus Marin."
"Adopted by: Olga Marin."
It was me.
Renata Del Rio and her children are my family.