FAKE IDENTITY
A friend of yours sent me. Gavino Gaona.
We'll have to wait for the final forensic report...
I know that woman!
Do you know any cops who might want to work for me?
They'll obviously be very well compensated.
What are you doing here? Did you come to tell the truth?
Did you have anything to do with Margot Guevara's death?
They're starting to suspect it wasn't suicide.
Do you think we've taken this too far?
I'd kill anyone for you.
You're a suspect in the death of Miss Margot Guevara.
You can keep your Plain Jane.
Wait!
I want you to look through the files
and find Margot Guevara's testimony.
The former mayor of Alamos was involved in the purchase
of a house in Mexico City under Emiliano Guevara's name.
I'm taking you to Sonora.
Me? What for?
We're going to get justice for the Guevara family.
I'm also very smart, Nana.
Do you really think I don't have a plan right now?
What are you planning?
Are you going to tell them the truth?
That you're not Camila Guevara and that Diego isn't Emiliano?
And take your son down with you?
Everyone will know about his fake identity.
Don't you think the world should know the truth?
Well, yes.
Think of all the families out there
who've lost a loved one in some horrible way,
but they have no idea how.
They have to live with that.
We're not wild animals.
We're human beings and we need to respect life.
Chabela, I completely understand you
and how you feel, but think about it.
What'll happen to your life?
It'll only get more complicated.
You haven't even considered your kids.
I have thought about them, but...
What?
Maybe I won't tell the entire truth.
I just want you to come with me to Alamos
so I can find out where Eliseo buried the bodies.
What?
I want to give them proper burials
so their family can be at peace.
So...
you want to exhume corpses and give them proper burials?
Do you hear yourself? That's crazy.
Hey!
Hi.
You girls are early.
Sorry.
Hi there.
Nuria, tell them what you were just telling me.
Why?
-What? -Nothing.
I think I went overboard. I feel pretty guilty.
What'd you do to Mrs. Cata now?
Hey! You mean, what did she do to me?
I won't confess to something I didn't do
and if you touch me again, I'll press charges.
Who touched you?
If you say I laid so much as a finger on you,
it'll be your word against mine.
I want the truth.
The truth is that when I went into that room
the lady was already dead.
So you're saying she committed suicide.
I don't know.
Of course it is. You killed her.
Confess!
You killed her.
I'll confess.
Let's go.
Start naming names.
The only one you've said is Eliseo Hidalgo and he's dead.
I'm not saying another word without my lawyer present.
Don't be stupid.
The two of us are going to settle this here.
You'll get a shorter sentence.
Got it?
If you don't confess, I'm going to make sure
you rot in prison forever.
Your call.
Run that by me again, Chucho. I don't understand squat.
Kicked out of your own room?
How could you let that happen?
It just happened.
That's what I get for taking Deivid's advice.
"Tell her the truth."
So she told you to kick rocks
and you actually listened to her?
Yes. That's exactly how it happened.
Deivid, tell this dummy something.
Yeah, he's in big trouble.
What's with you? Are you sad or something?
No.
- NO, NADA, GÜEY.
Then what's with the face?
Gaby told me earlier that she wanted to get married
and have kids and I told her I'm still too young for that.
She's getting serious, huh? No, Deivid, don't do it.
You can barely wipe your own ass.
How will you raise a kid?
I'm being serious, man.
I'm not playing. I'm serious too.
You're nowhere near ready for that.
I'm not sold on having kids yet.
I don't know why women want to make things harder.
We're fine the way we are, but she's so in love
that she wants me all to herself already.
Oh, give me a break.
At least you didn't get kicked out of your room.
Listen to him.
What are you worried about,
your room or your girl being pissed at you?
Look, Chucho, if she doesn't forgive you,
then it wasn't meant to be.
And don't worry about your room.
Sleep on the floor.
Not my bed, though. I don't want fleas.
And you know what?
This is starting to look like a dudes night out to me.
Watch out, girls. He's mad now.
Juice only for me.
Screw that, Chucho.
Tonight you become a man.
You're going to party.
This one's for what Diana is missing out on
and because my buddy here is going to be a dad.
We're going to be godfathers. Yeah!
Cheers.
So this idiot Augusto did the interview in the hospital.
He must be scared to death.
He even asked for protection.
Yes. It was his only condition.
We'll do it.
But only so long as he's useful.
I owe that son of a bitch.
I need him on my side right now, though.
Don't worry, Mr. Gavino. We'll do as you say.
Did you tell him everything he has to say?
He has to cry and convince people that Joselito
is the real killer.
I told you not to worry.
He's memorizing what I wrote down for him to say.
Excellent.
When does the interview air on TV?
It'll air live on national television tomorrow.
Hell yeah.
Very good.
Did you get him to talk?
Not yet, but I have no doubt he's the one who killed her.
You can't hold him much longer if you don't get him to talk.
That bastard isn't leaving here without leaving
a taped confession first.
How are you, Commander? It's nice to hear from you.
How's everything?
Everything's great.
Things are running very smoothly.
Don't forget about our agreement.
Don't worry.
This guy won't make it to tomorrow
without admitting he killed Margot Guevara first.
You know what?
I think Marlene was right.
I'm a loser.
I mean, I'm a good person on the inside,
but on the outside I'm doing everything all wrong.
Women are always right, Chucho.
And even when they're not, you have to tell them they are.
Always let them have their way.
That's the secret to success.
I'm going to give you some advice
that'll blow your mind.
Men always have the last word.
No matter what a woman says,
in the end you always have to say...
"Yes, honey."
You got that? That's the secret to success.
Just like that. "Yes, honey."
No, say it like a man.
Otherwise, it's pointless.
Who do you say, "Yes, honey," to?
Circe or Isabel?
Whichever one lets me.
Pick one, man.
They're the ones who need to decide.
Chabela sent me packing,
and Circe revoked my entry ticket.
"You shall not pass."
That show is over for me.
Speaking of tickets...
You already know about this.
I'm bringing my girl's sister over here from Venezuela.
After I give her that surprise,
she'll be hooked like a fish on a line.
-Seriously? -Yeah.
This guy just got serious.
Damn it, Deivid.
He's starting his family already.
Cheers to that.
Amanda, could you bring me some water?
Fine. I'll go.
You scared me, Grandpa.
I thought you were asleep.
You scared me.
Were you having nightmares?
Are you going to sleep in the upstairs room?
I hope so.
That's where Diego would sleep before my dad got here.
Were you and Diego Hidalgo close friends?
Yes.
I haven't seen him in a while.
Why not?
Because we're going to get caught.
Caught doing what?
Are you hiding some kind of secret?
No, I can't forget it now. Come here.
Come over here.
Are you and Diego keeping an important secret?
Why can't Grandpa know I have another identity named Max?
What can he do about it?
Plus, the first rule is that you can't tell anyone.
You're right.
-Do you promise? -I promise.
I won't do anything to risk ruining our game.
Thanks, Ricas.
The thing is that Diego was supposed
to visit me during recess.
That's it?
Yeah.
That was your big secret?
Why don't you tell me something bigger,
like a real secret?
If I tell you, it won't be a secret anymore.
Of course.
You're right.
Alright, kid.
Have you ever heard anyone call Diego by another name?
Like a nickname or something.
What are you doing here? You should be sleeping.
I was going to get some water, but I didn't have time to go.
Give me that. I'll take it to you.
Go to bed.
Good night, son.
Good night.
You should go to sleep already too.
It's too late to be interrogating children.
Sweetie...
I don't understand how you got the detective that woman hired
to become the main suspect in her death.
By opening my eyes, Nana.
Here it goes.
It all came to me when I was in Margot's room.
After we dragged her body into the shower,
her cell phone started ringing.
We knew it was the detective when we saw him walking in
and overheard him answering a call saying that he was
on his way to see Margot.
Yes, I'll call you when I'm done with Guevara.
We were missing one very important thing, though.
If the police accused the detective
of being the killer, he'd suspect it was Diego.
How'd you do it?
I asked the Ibarras to put me in touch
with one of their bigwig police contacts
who could help me with my problem.
You little...
The stars always told me you were born for this.
Now we all have a culprit to hate
and Diego will feel too bad to finger me for it.
Don't you think?