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EVA'S DESTINY
I'd risk my life to spare you.
The court has sentenced you...
to the death penalty.
No!
We're this close, honey.
We're so close to catching those bastards.
Say you're sorry.
My sister will use you, abuse you, and toss you out.
Remember Melchor Ortega, the guy we had investigated?
He was the guy who hit them with his red semi.
He was killed in prison last night.
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Let's recap again.
He was Andres Palacios' prison-mate.
Andres got him a job at his brother-in-law's company.
At Mon-Sol.
That's right.
He was a trucker.
Mon-Sol is like the freaking Bermuda Triangle!
I need to tell my client about this.
Wait. I'm coming with you.
I'm going to pay Marlene Palacios a little visit.
CELESTE, TE ENCARGO MUCHO A CECILIA, POR FAVOR.
See you in a bit!
Good morning.
Hey!
Where's Adriana?
She's not here.
Mrs. Adriana went to the club earlier with her husband.
Don't tell me that.
But she's a missus now!
Weird, huh?
Want me to bring you some coffee, ma'am?
How about some spearmint tea instead?
And some cookies, please!
Okay, sure.
This girl is pure gold, Eva.
Thank you so much for recommending her.
She's the best.
How embarrassing. Thank you so much.
Seriously!
Pardon me.
I'll go get you your tea.
And cookies!
Alright. Spit it out.
How'd it go with Reynaldo last night?
Tell us everything.
Did you kiss and cuddle all night?
Oh, come on.
She seems tense!
We just danced... but I had a great night.
Just my luck, though.
Right next to us was this guy...
with some young, cute doctor.
Oh, Pablo.
- ¡AY! NI CÓMO AYUDARLO.
What's with you, Camila?
Don't you have any gossip for us?
No. Not really.
Well, I do!
I'm putting Enrique on a diet.
He's not getting any until he asks me to move in with him.
Atta girl!
That's the spirit.
It never fails.
You just hold out
and just watch how he does whatever it takes
until you say yes.
You know what they say.
You don't know what you've got till it's gone.
That's just how men are.
Go figure.
These vultures won't leave me alone.
Do they?
They let me do whatever I want.
Bye!
I'm sorry to bring it back up again,
but I'm really hurt.
I'm not jealous or anything.
I'm just hurt over the situation.
She's so much younger.
So what?
What does that have to do with anything?
Why are you comparing yourself?
You're prettier, anyway.
Of course.
Maybe, but she's younger.
She doesn't have your personality.
Or your charisma, Eva.
She can't hold a candle to you, Eva.
Don't worry about it.
I'm glad you think that.
You girls are my friends.
I appreciate all the support you give me.
You girls remind me to love myself.
It sucks to feel this way, but I'm not stupid.
I know my worth.
Why are you comparing yourself?
I'm not stupid, girl.
To each their own.
What does that mean?
Couples should be equal to one another.
An older...
-A grown woman. -Exactly!
There's a difference between a grown woman...
Just say it already!
And some brat!
That's it! That idiot.
That's what he is. An immature brat.
I shouldn't have to take care of a brat
after I've raised two daughters.
I don't need that burden in my life.
What? Oh, my...
-A brat? -Yes.
Damn...
I've had enough.
Hey!
"Growing company looking for a sales executive.
Base salary plus commission."
I think I should apply for that job opening.
What for?
You've never been a salesman.
No, but I was a financial advisor at Pancho Pan.
I was only there for two months,
but I can totally include that to my resume.
Sure! Go right ahead!
When they call them up for a reference,
I'm sure Soraya will put in a good word.
She can tell them how and why you got fired.
Cinthia, please!
I'm trying to find a job!
I'm looking for solutions
yet you're just a source of negativity!
You haven't left the couch for crying out loud!
You need to get up from there...
You know what, Cinthia?
You even smell bad.
You smell awful!
It isn't me! It's this damn sofa!
Don't blame the sofa for your smelliness!
How should I smell?
I have nothing!
I lost the home I lived in for 20 years!
I've lost the affection of my son!
I have nothing!
Don't you dare speak of that bastard!
He's an ingrate!
I'm furious. I've had it with him.
He may be mad at us,
but he can't turn his back on us at a time like this.
You know the saying!
He has bitten the hand that once fed him!
Ingrate!
Good morning.
Your ungrateful bastard came to see you.
I'm not going to bite the hand that feeds me...
and I'm also not going to turn my back on you.
We're sorry to interrupt,
but I have important business to discuss with Soraya.
Sure thing.
Could I have a moment?
Pardon me, girls.
- CON PERMISO.
This way.
I'm going to go feed the ducks.
-Want to come with me? -I sure do!
So I'm a brat?
Yes. I told you so.
I called you a brat and I'm going to stand by that.
An immature brat, at that.
Yes.
I definitely think so.
You behaved like an idiot last night.
-What about you? -What about me?
You spent the whole night laughing at his cheap jokes.
His jokes were hilarious.
He's a funny guy.
I had a great time last night.
That is, until you showed up... with that doctor girl.
He had a criminal record,
but they hired him at Mon-Sol anyway.
What do you think, Mrs. Mogollon?
Does that hint at anything?
It sure does.
But please, call me Soraya.
Have a seat, please.
Here's what I think.
If this guy worked at Mon-Sol,
he definitely had some connection to Mrs. Palacios.
Now we just have to find out
what connection Marlene had to the Monteverdes.
Do you follow?
I don't know.
Why do you think that's important?
Look.
Marlene could've hired the hit men,
but the real masterminds behind this crime,
the real ones responsible for my Pancho's death,
were the Monteverdes.
I'm sure of it.
I just don't have a way of proving it.
Would you be able to find a clue
or some kind of evidence that'll lead back to them?
I don't know how,
but I'm sure it'll make this case much easier.
Is that possible?
Don't worry, Soraya.
I promise we'll find a way.
- GRACIAS.
What?
Did you fall in love with Reynaldo?
Did you fall in love with the doctor?
You sure have bad taste.
You're so childish.
I'm childish?
Yes.
What's the point of this whole discussion?
You and I are over.
Yes. We broke up.
You broke up with me.
We should go our own ways.
Leave me alone already.
I'm leaving.
This conversation makes no sense.
Absolutely not.
I'm going to see Marlene. Want to come with me?
Oh, he's going with you.
Thanks.
No problem.
Bye, Soraya.
Bye, Pablo!
You know, they fight a lot,
but I think they still love each other.
I agree.
What's up?
How are you pretty ladies?
Just checking up on you.
Would you like some coffee or hibiscus tea?
I'm good. Thank you.
Okay.
I'm going to check up on the girls.
Are we going to the movies today?
Of course we are, beautiful.
I feel so sorry for Pablo.
He had it coming.
He sure did.
No question about it.
How'd it go with him?
How'd it go with the detective?
I told him I'm convinced
that the Monteverdes are the ones who had Pancho killed.
I think Palacios had something to do with it, too.
Of course she did.
That woman's a murderer.
You have a hunch about her.
If your intuition tells you she had a hand
in Pancho's murder, then it must be true.
Thanks, sweetie.
Why bother showing your badge?
I already know who you are.
To be honest,
I've had it with those guys outside my house
as well as your constant visits.
I just need to ask you some questions, Mrs. Palacios.
Why are you with him?
I'm here to represent my clients.
We're investigating a few crimes
that were committed against them.
Contreras, please.
You look ridiculous.
How much longer do you intend on stalking me?
I need you to leave.
One of your employees beat Evencio Martinez
and Enrique Arenas.
He's also been linked to the murder of Francisco Mogollon.
What do you think about that?
What are you doing here?
Have you come to bask in the misery we're living in
because of that sausage-making hillbilly?
We met the blonde already.
Are you here to introduce us to your wife
or give us the whole spiel on your new name again?
I didn't come for any of that.
Great. Here.
Thanks, but no.
You don't deserve this, but I'm going to help you.
I hope this helps.
It's my way of saying thank you
for all those years you raised me.
Do you think you're better than us?
Do you know what I should do with this check?
What?
Watch.
No! What are you doing?
Have you gone mad? Move it!
Thank you so much, sweetie.
You don't know how grateful I am for this.
Don't worry, Cinthia.
I hope you don't squander it this time.
Let's go, honey.
Well, Mrs. Palacios?
Aren't you going to tell us anything about the situation?
I already said I wasn't.
I don't get it. Why are you asking me?
Mon-Sol had nothing to do with Francisco.
I don't see the connection.
What's he doing here?
- VENGO EN REPRESENTACIÓN DE MI CLIENTE, SORAYA MOGOLLÓN.
We're here investigating
the death of her husband Francisco.
An investigation, huh?
What kind of investigation?
I thought that was an accident.
That's what the authors of the crime
wanted to make us think.
We interrogated the trucker
who ran the Mogollons off the road using his semi.
That man, Melchor Ortega, used to work at Mon-Sol.
He's also Andres Palacios' ex-cellmate.
I don't understand why you're here.
Go talk to Melchor instead.
If you still think we had anything to do with it,
you're welcome to come back.
Unfortunately, we can't do that.
Just yesterday,
Melchor Ortega was killed at a state prison.
That's two deaths and two disappearances
at Mon-Sol.
Rather suspicious, huh?
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