My father had died,
and it's so hard to give and receive that sort of news.
Life doesn't prepare us for those times.
Or for those that came later.
What's wrong?
-Hello. -Hi.
Hi, Mom.
Look, this is Isabel.
She's my wife.
How do you do?
-Charmed. -It's my pleasure.
Nice to meet you.
Sweetie.
You're very pretty.
Yeah, very pretty.
Thank you.
I hope we get to know each other.
Of course.
Listen, Mom, whose apartment is this?
Oh, I'm just borrowing it.
Would you accompany me to file a report with the police?
Why, what happened?
What I told you about. Something happened to your dad.
No, you don't need to go, Mom. I...
I know what happened with Geronimo.
What happened? Is he okay?
Nacho, talk to me.
He's dead, he's...
He's dead, Mom.
What?
Geronimo is dead.
Don't say that.
Ramiro, I don't think Mr. Pablo will like these girls, man.
It's okay, it's only for a roll.
No, Mr. Pablo likes them newer, man.
These broads are all used up, man.
Okay, why don't we split, see if we do better?
Okay, okay, good. I'll go to that bar.
Hold it.
We're leaving together.
Four eyes are better than two, understood?
I'll go that way. Talk to you soon.
She looks to the side because you're meant for me
The stars make me feel a great singer
Hey.
Hey, man.
That guy works for Escobar.
-Which one? -With the mustache.
Go to him and offer him the girls.
Pretty, right, man?
Hot, right?
-They sure are, man. -Yeah...
I can introduce you. They're friends of mine.
-Really? -Yeah, yeah.
They're at your service, man.
What do you mean? Are you their...?
-The "manager." -The "manager..."
I'm a talent scout. Pleasure.
Hernando Alvarez, man.
You're the man I was looking for.
-I need this bouquet. -Oh, no, no.
It's for a party I'm hosting soon.
Oh, that's good. Give me when and where
and they'll be there. -Good.
Okay, give me your phone.
I'll contact you soon.
Write it here, right here.
They're gorgeous, man.
-What's your name? -Alberto, Alberto.
Alberto.
-Give me your number. -Yes, sure.
-Nice advertising, man. -Here.
-We'll be in touch, man. -Thanks, homie.
Wait for my call, man.
-Bye, man. -Yeah, bye, man.
-Take care. -Of course.
Gorgeous.
Who knew, huh?
Kidnapped and drowned in a river?
That's horrible.
Yes.
Yeah, uh...
Isabel and I did all we could, Mom.
-But, well... -Nacho...
Nacho even paid the ransom, he did everything they asked,
but by then Mr. Geronimo had escaped, and...
And then...
the tragedy took place.
We don't even have a body to bury.
Nothing would've happed
if it weren't for that disgusting business
you're involved in, Nacho.
Uh... what?
You say Geronimo's death was my fault?
-Really? -Dad.
Your dad, Nacho.
You can't even call him Dad even though he's dead.
Look.
I had nothing to do with that, Mom.
The guerrilla kidnapped him.
God, you don't realize it, I can't believe it,
you're so irresponsible.
Your dad is dead because of you.
Ready, girls. We're leaving.
Just like that? We're not doing anything else?
Yeah, I got what I wanted.
Let's go, then.
Wait, I have a question.
You're still paying us for today, right?
Of course, I'll pay you all tonight.
But right now, do as I say.
-Let's go, girls. -Sorry... One more thing.
Could I have two minutes? I'm going to the toilet.
Okay, then, go. Go with her.
Well done, girls. Well done.
Don't worry, Ramiro. Seek and you shall find.
Besides, if Judy is looking for girls,
he'll come by soon, man.
I doubt it, I don't think so.
Why we're looking for her
when we know she doesn't have the money?
That's my problem, not yours..
Well, I don't know, but I already got us the girls.
A pimp offered them. We made a deal.
Do you want to meet them?
No, Alberto, I'm leaving. I'm tired of all this.
Come on, man. It's really close by.
-Keep the party going. -I said no, we're leaving.
I'm telling Nacho everything that happened, okay?
-I... -Move.
The trap seemed to be working.
The cartels had declared war among themselves
and were willing to use any weapon to win
no matter the price
and the resulting casualties.
Could you at least talk to someone
or should I ask the police about his body?
Because I need the report to organize things in Mexico.
Mom...
Oh, God.
Mom, you can't talk to the police.
Please.
-That'll complicate everything. -Complicate everything?
Oh, it would complicate things.
Lord, no, it would complicate things.
After everything that happened, all you care to think about
is how things will complicate for you!
Look.
I didn't say that, okay?
But he's dead, okay?
He's dead!
And nothing will change that, Mom!
-Nacho... -No, listen.
Both of you listen, Mom. I didn't ask him to go get me.
And I never asked for his help, damn it!
You know what?
I wanted to fix things with you.
I swear, I wanted us to be close again.
But that's impossible.
You're still the same, Nacho.
Doing the same.
And you.
Do you do the same thing he does?
Are you involved in the same dirty business?
Or don't you care?
It brought tragedy to this house.
No, don't.
Mom, don't talk like that to Isabel.
She's my wife.
-Don't you shut me up. -Okay, okay.
Why the ruckus? Why the scandal, man?
Why the disrespect? What's going on?
Why do you laugh?
You need to ask?
We're all friends here, right?
You really think you have the moral high ground
when you sleep with him for money?
Look, fool, respect your mother, because she has a man...
Shut up, boy, shut up.
Go back to bed. She'll be right over.
-No! -Please, don't!
Stop, that's enough!
-Stop, enough! -This is my house!
Shut up.
Whatever.
Damn pot head...
I can't.
Not anymore. Go, please, leave.
-Mom. -I said leave, Nacho!
Now. Leave.
Let's go, then.
Isa.
I...
I can't do anything else for him.
But if you truly love him,
help him. Help him change his path.
Or you'll end up burying and crying your dead, like me.
Isabel. Let's go, please.
I know these things aren't easy.
Hey, honey, what your mom said...
Look.
You're my only family, okay?
-That's it. -Okay.
Now, to the next thing.
We should find out what is happening
with the anti-drug people and Escobar, okay?
Oh, no, please.
We don't want more trouble now, honey.
Don't go.
-Honey... -Not right now.
I need this, I want to have peace.
Please, stop questioning
everything I do, okay?
Okay, let's go to Alberto's.
Your order.
Do you know how long it takes to get to Medellin?
Around seven hours, longer if you're on a bike.
And this isn't the best time.
Then, I'll have to stay here.
-Perfect. -Do me a favor.
Do you know if my friend, Rudo,
called or gave proof of life?
No, he didn't.
But if he does, I'll let you know.
Excuse me.
-Ma'am. -Yes, how can I help you?
A beer, please.
Bring the gentleman a beer, please.
-Anything else? -Yes, ma'am.
I'm curious.
This is Carlos Lehder's famous bar, isn't it?
Why do you ask? Do you have questions?
Pleasure, Angel Zamora.
Amparo, I'm the manager.
I'm friends with Nacho Montero, the Mexican from Miami.
-Do you know him? -I don't know who you mean.
But if you want to know if there's a Mexican here
right now, then no, there isn't.
Oh, okay. Is your boss here?
Not right now,
but anything you need, you should ask me.
Perfect.
That's great.
Give your boss this note from me.
I'll be waiting here.
Why would I deliver it when I don't know you?
Just do it.
Do it, he'll want to read it.
-Carlos! -What is it?
Come in, Amparo. Tell me, what happened?
There's a strange man asking for you.
He says he's friends with the Mexican
and left you this note.
Let's see, what does he want?
THERE'S A MOLE IN HERE
What? What's this?
What does he mean we have a mole?