If Adriana lived here,
her killer, this so-called Cara Sucia,
probably lived here too and they were friends.
We need to find out who that kid was.
He's a dangerous man.
I'm sorry but we have a policy on privacy and it's sacred.
We're talking about someone who's committing crimes.
Most of the children who arrive here are damaged.
And though we try to cure their wounds with love,
it doesn't always work.
I understand but Cara Sucia...
Lots of kids here get called all sorts of names,
how am I supposed to remember a child from long ago?
What about Adriana Molina? Do you remember her?
Child, I'm not here to answer these types of questions.
This is an emergency, Mother.
That man has killed other women besides Adriana
and he'll continue killing.
Thank you.
Thank you for returning the crucifix.
Cesar Ferrer is in prison because of Cara Sucia.
We need to absolve him because he's innocent.
Show some mercy.
Please help me save an innocent man
and help me prevent any more killings.
Please! I'm begging you.
Why is Chuy hiding a gun?
What is this?
Blood?
Mother, please.
The man in prison is a good man.
He's a family man, a great son, and the love of my life.
We need to help him, please.
I'm sorry, but I can't just reveal private information.
Please understand.
Understand what?
Don't you see?
We're talking about an innocent man's life.
If he is innocent, Our Lord God will help him.
But my responsibility is to watch out for these children,
and protect them,
not get them sent to prison.
I need to care for them with love
and using the strength of our faith.
You're making a terrible mistake, Mother.
Excuse me.
All right!
I bet you miss the old man.
Don't worry. We'll keep you company.
What's wrong? Don't you want to be friends?
Oh!
You're still sad about the old man.
You poor thing.
I will leave this place, so leave me alone.
Your trial is tomorrow, right?
I hope you get out of here alive.
But I bet you won't.
You'll meet the same end as Ñero Boy.
You're just trying to provoke me.
But my friend's death taught me to fight to survive.
My daughter needs me.
Say what you want.
I won't lose control and beat your asses.
All your asses.
Don't turn your back on me.
Get back here!
Easy!
Hey!
I won't die in here!
-Easy, easy! -That's enough!
Francisco Javier isn't stupid and he's obsessive.
He'll figure out that we were responsible for Eva's death
and he'll turn us in.
He'd never looked at me with such hatred before.
I thought time would've given him perspective.
That he would mature, and forgive me.
-Forgive you? -Yeah.
You slept with the woman who drove him crazy.
This is only getting started.
Francisco Javier will keep digging.
I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to see you in prison.
I hope not.
There's no time for hoping.
We need a plan.
What do you have in mind?
If Francisco Javier finds out what we did,
you'll bear the brunt of the blame.
I killed Eva to save you,
so if one of us goes to prison, it won't be me.
Trust me.
-Olga. -Yes?
Do you know where Chuy is?
He had to go out. Why do you ask?
I need to see him.
Did he say when he was coming back?
No, but he put your suitcase in your car.
My suitcase?
Didn't you say you were "leaving this place" today?
Oh, right.
Yes, that's right. I'll be leaving soon.
But first I have to pack a few things.
I've been here for months.
Anyway, I really must talk to Chuy.
Please just tell me where he is. I need to talk to him.
Ma'am, if you don't mind my saying so,
if you really love my son, watch out for him.
I only want him to be happy.
At least promise you won't make him suffer.
I'm trying to protect him.
I know you think we're not the same
and that we can't be together.
But I'm grateful you're giving us a chance.
My boy isn't a bad person, but he suffered as a child.
He grew up without love.
If you really love him, I'll accept you.
Just don't treat him like your plaything.
Berenice Lopez, right?
Morning.
Morning. Yes, that's me.
What can I help you with?
You're the one testifying on behalf of Cesar Ferrer, right?
Yes, that's me.
What's going on, Adriana?
I don't know what you're talking about, Mother.
I'm talking about Cara Sucia, about Chuy.
Is it true he's become a murderer?
Answer me.
I'm a detective.
I'd like to ask you some questions.
I've already been interrogated,
and I'm testifying in Ferrer's case tomorrow.
I know.
Do you know this man? Have you seen him before?
I see many people every day.
I wouldn't be able to remember him.
You remembered Mr. Ferrer, though.
That was different.
He dropped a passport and was running away from the gunshots.
He was nowhere near the scene of the crime.
That's how I know he's innocent.
And I completely agree.
Because it was this man.
How do you know? How can you be so sure?
I know Camila del Rio
has been looking into what happened that day.
She has pictures and footage.
Help me out.
You make sure to give her that name.
Pascual del Rio.
Okay.
What could've made a sweet and attentive child like Jesus
become a murderer?
Losing hope.
That's what happened to me.
Imagine being five years old
hoping someday someone will adopt you...
and the years go by and that day never comes.
Imagine growing apart from your friends
because they were chosen and you weren't.
And so you wait and nothing happens.
We lose our humanity, Mother,
when society starts treating us like rabid animals.
What you're saying is very cruel.
We tried to help you.
We had children here who eventually became doctors,
architects, engineers.
Good people. Grateful people.
Kids who were never adopted and who forged ahead.
I understand and... I respect and admire them for it.
But I can't help feeling heartbroken
when I look into that yard,
and I see those kids with all their hopes and dreams.
It breaks my heart when I see their eyes filled with hope.
Because I know the light of hope in their eyes
will eventually dim, like a candle in the wind.
And you know it.
Oh, child!
There is so much pain in your heart.
Chuy... was lucky enough to be adopted eventually.
But that wasn't my case. I wasn't so lucky.
I had to spend my teenage years in here.
And those years left their mark.
I eventually tried to be a good mother, but I couldn't.
Sometimes God gives us trials that seem like misfortune
but they can be blessings.
Oh, Mother!
I know you want to help
and I know you have the best intentions.
But things aren't that simple.
Some of us just aren't lucky.
My sister was lucky.
That's why I want her life.
What'd you and Chuy get yourselves into?
Is Chuy really a killer?
Where are the Del Rios now?
At the airline, at the foundation...
Tomas is probably partying...
And Olga, my adoptive mother, is off today
so she went to San Pedro.
Don't you think you're getting a bit too comfortable?
They could come back.
So what! Relax.
Besides, if anyone saw me here,
I could just say I'm looking for Camila.
You know she thinks I'm Mariana del Molino.
Cheers! Do you like your negroni?
How's it going at the foundation?
Really well.
I actually ran into Francisco Javier yesterday...
and I think he's into me.
Hey.
You didn't go to the foundation to seduce anyone.
-You're there to get money. -Hey, relax.
Aren't your husband and I enough?
Hey! I'm just playing a part.
Think about it.
I seduce him, you kidnap me, we force him to pay for my rescue
and boom!
It's done!
We can go live the lives of the rich and famous.
It's what we deserve
and what we promised to do back at the orphanage.
It's better than stealing money from the foundation.
Hey, be very careful.
We have a plan for our future together.
And I would kill to make sure it works out.
You're no killer.
Don't betray me. Please.
Chuy was a good man.
But I changed our plans, and I turned him into a monster.