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or provocative dialogue.
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The characters and situations in this program are fictitious.
Any similarities to actual people, names, stories,
or any other events is purely coincidental.
-Cata. -Hey.
-Good news. -What?
I've asked our professor
to assign us extra work so we can graduate.
-And he agreed? -Yes.
He's a hypocrite, Vale.
Why? What'd he say?
He said he wouldn't pass us...
-if I didn't sleep with him. -What?
Worst part is...
I'm going to say yes.
Don't do it, Catalina.
I'll agree to do it and then report him.
How?
I thought about it while you two were talking.
I'm going to ask him to meet me somewhere.
You're going to hide and record the whole thing.
He isn't getting away with this.
Are you in?
I'm in.
Bastard.
Lend me your phone.
Okay.
Hurry up, Daniela!
Alright! Calm down!
Calm down? This will change our lives.
More like give us our lives back.
Here.
I'll take this.
You have the room keys?
Yeah.
It's this one here.
Go ahead.
Hello?
How may I help you, ma'am?
I'd like to speak to Chalo.
What for? Who's calling?
Tell him Diabla's on the line.
Sir!
It's the caller you've been expecting to hear from.
Diabla, darling.
I can't believe it, Chalo.
You're alive.
More than ever, Diabla.
They'll never catch Mexico's most powerful drug lord.
I'll do whatever it takes.
Change my name, my face...
move out of town, out of the country...
I won't let them catch me, Diabla.
You've just given me so much life, Chalo.
Don't tell me you missed me.
No...
I didn't miss you.
I missed your presence. It's different.
I want to see you.
Well, what a coincidence.
I want to see you too.
I have an offer for you.
I don't know what the offer is yet,
but my answer is yes.
In that case, tell me where you are.
I'll send someone to pick you up.
I'll tell you this much, though...
you aren't going to recognize me.
I'm a different man now.
I've shaved off 20 years.
I'll send you my address.
I'll give you a password
so you can make sure your driver's legit.
Here goes.
Jot this down.
Yes, sir.
What's this?
Dad!
They left.
Where to?
I don't know, but this can't be good.
There she is.
Business must be rough.
See that gaudy girl back there?
-Yeah. -She's the new procuress
who's trying to fool Mariana.
Seriously?
She definitely looks the part from head to toe.
I won't put up with this.
-What are you doing, Cata? -Come, Vale.
Cata...
Come with me!
I'm doing what any good person would do to save innocent,
vulnerable victims.
You can make good money by just partying!
We'll be going to swanky houses in luxury cars...
Hey!
How's it going?
-Good? -Yeah...
You guys hearing this same old spiel
about whoring yourselves out to drug traffickers?
Are you actually buying that?
Who the hell called this scrawny ass bitch here?
Who asked for your opinion? What's your problem?
How'd it go, again? "Hey, cuties!
You interested in working some formal events for cash?"
She's lying, you know.
I was cute then, but now she's calling me a scrawny bitch.
Why do you hate me so much?
I don't hate you.
You sure act like it.
We don't see eye-to-eye on things, that's all.
Want to go out for your birthday dinner tomorrow?
I'll think about it.
What's there to think about?
I want to go out for my birthday.
Can I?
If your friends come over and tell me where you're going
and what you're doing, sure you can!
Invite them over.
No, thanks.
As you wish.
I guess that means we're going out for dinner, then, right?
I said I'd think about it.
Alright.
If we end up not doing anything, don't blame me.
I won't let you prey on these innocent,
vulnerable schoolgirls.
That's what this is about.
How sweet!
-She's here to save your asses! -Idiot.
Don't you have windows to clean,
rice cooking on the stove, or a husband to look after?
Why are you butting into other people's lives?
Leave them alone! I won't tell you again.
You're the one who should be whoring yourself out,
not these girls.
Just leave them alone already!
Girls, she's a procuress.
She claims to hire you for events
and ends up taking you to drug lords' mansions
to partake in orgies.
-That's what she's after. -Lies!
It's true! I know what I'm talking about.
Sure, they might pay you, but they might kill you too.
Where's Claudia, the freshman? The tall, pretty one.
-Have you girls seen her? -No.
Neither have I.
Her mother's out hopelessly searching for her,
but you know what?
She's never coming back.
She's dead! She was murdered!
She was hired by another procuress named Martina.
"Let's go have fun at Gato Gordo's ranch!
What's the worst that can happen?"
She was killed for knowing too much.
She heard all about his dirty deeds!
Please, guard yourselves and save your dignity.
Don't buy into her lies.
You'll end up as nothing but bait of narcos...
and corrupt politicians.
Those are her clients.
Keeping prostitution in this country alive and well!
Who's number one?
Chalo, of course.
Hop in.
Get in, Daniela.
You should run for mayor of this village!
You nearly convinced me.
-Did I? Hard to believe. -Yeah.
I'll make you believe!
I won't let you...
Enough! Show some respect!
Let her go!
Cata, chill!
Enough.
Get lost!
Well, aren't you brave?
Get! Leave!
Get lost... and don't come back!
You aren't welcome here!
-You're going to pay for this! -I'm not afraid of you!
Now get lost!
This ain't your neighborhood, bitch!
Shut up!
Get lost! And don't come back!
Get!
Ooh! I'm shivering in my jeans!
Leave or I'll make you leave!
Get!
Leave!
Loser!
Yeah! Good job!
We did it, guys! Thank you.
Help me out.
I can't be the only one fighting this.
You need to help out too.
If you see a girl getting talked into prostitution,
you need to step in and stop them.
I'm speaking from experience.
I never got around to actually prostituting myself,
but I did consider it.
I wanted revenge, but I only took revenge on myself.
That's another tale.
All I'm telling you is, there is no such thing as easy money.
You need to take the long, hard way.
You need to get an education and keep your head on high.
You don't have to ---- anyone to make something of yourself.
You need to be proud of that.
You don't have to get butt implants or plastic surgery.
All for what? For their viewing pleasure?
No one really likes looking like that.
I'm telling you, girls...
without breasts, there is paradise.
Bravo, Cata.
Listen to her!
Thank you!
Cardenas!
Come in.
-May we, Colonel? -Sure, come on in.
-Have a seat. -Thanks.
How's your research coming along?
Good. We bring news.
Good or bad?
Depends on who you are.
These two guys are cleaner than any of us.
-Jose Luis Vargas. -Nickname Jota.
He was an altar boy. He applied to the seminary,
but was rejected because of his speaking condition.
His biggest crime was running over a street mutt
while driving his taxi.
The dog survived, by the way.
What about the journalist, Daniel Ceron?
Graduated top of his class in high school,
sustained a scholarship throughout undergrad,
and graduated with honors.
He's earned four awards for investigative journalism,
and before that coke lab popped up in his house,
he had no prior criminal record.
His neighbors assured us
he's never had any narco-looking visitors.
No strange cars in front of Jota's house, either.
And as far as his bank account goes,
he's never made more than the average journalists' salary.
That leads us to believe he's telling the truth
about the lab being a setup.
They have impeccable records.
-We'll have to call the DA. -He's been arrested.
A judge in Bogota filed a warrant for his arrest
after releasing two dangerous drug traffickers...
despite a preponderance of evidence.
Is that so? A corrupt DA?
I'm glad he's been arrested, then.
We're here doing our jobs yet these people keep undoing it.
What about the journalists' partner, Lucia Barrios?
Here you go, sir.
She's never been in trouble, either.
Not even a catfight. She's clean.
Good.
Thank you very much.
If you'll excuse us, Colonel.
Go ahead.
Hello, Mr. DA? How are you?
Here. You love these.
Remember when we'd go out on dates for these?
We'd do it nearly every day.
Seriously, Albeiro.
Are you giving me the money or not?
Quit giving me the runaround.
If you aren't, let's just go.
That money's yours!
Again with that?
How is that I have that much money?
Why do you keep saying it's mine?
Let's be honest with each other.
You want the truth? I'll give it to you,
even if you don't believe me.
Even if your mental health gets worse.
What are you talking about?
You're not well.
How so?
You know...
How?
-Are you calling me crazy? -No, I'm not.
You're acting like it!
Of course I don't think you're crazy, honey.
Don't touch me.
Fine!
What's this, then?
What is it?
A phone.
I just don't get how people watch TV on those things.
It is a phone,
but phones have come a long way.
I need you to be here now.
In the present!
Not stuck 20 years in the past.
I... I've been with you for 20 years now.
I've respected you all along.
I've loved you.
I've been faithful to you.
Please, please believe me.