01x02 - Andrea

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-Is that okay, or warmer?
-A little bit warmer.

-I don't want to burn you.
-You won't.

Okay.

Which ones did your mom use? These?

-No, Dad. The big ones.
-Don't move.

-I said don't move.
-You're making faces.

What faces?

No.

Look what you did, honey!

Me? What did I do?

You moved, sweetie! Now it's all uneven!

Is it that bad?

It doesn't look that bad, right?

Ready?

Yes.

Sweetie,

are you absolutely sure
you want to do this?

Because we can wait.
It doesn't have to be today.

No, let's go. Let's go now.

THE TRIAL

She hasn't gone
to the Public Prosecutor's Office.

How do you know that?

I know people.

So what? Would they just let her walk in
and press charges?

Why wouldn't they?

Because she's lying. She's crazy.

Look, what matters here
is that she doesn't have any proof, okay?

Don't worry.

Is there anything you can do, Dad?

Like what?

Something to prevent her
from pressing charges.

Give us a minute alone.

-Why?
-Carlos…

Are we absolutely certain
that this won't be a problem?

Again, Raúl, she hasn't gone
to the Public Prosecutor's Office.

What if she does?

Have you ever been to the PPO
to file a complaint?

She'll be eaten alive.

My assistant has been gathering
information on her and he found…

He found some stuff
regarding the girl's past.

Should we use that against her now,
or only if she presses charges?

Look, you said the incident with your son
happened a month ago, right?

-Yes.
-She doesn't stand a chance,

whether or not she goes
to the Public Prosecutor's Office.

Relax.

Ready?

-The documents you requested, sir.
-Thank you.

Charlie's already downstairs.

Perfect.

-This is for the attorney. Thank you.
-Yes, sir.

How are things with Charlie?

All good.

All good.

César,

do you still have that contact
at the Public Prosecutor's Office?

Yes, boss.

I want you to keep an eye out
in case the girl or her father go there.

If anything happens, let me know.

-Okay?
-Okay.

He's the best lawyer in Puebla.

Don't worry.

So, Andrea might press charges?

Why are you so worried about it?

Nothing to hide, nothing to fear.

Right?

I told you she made it all up.

Why don't you go to your regatta?

You can clear your head and have fun.

In fact, you can stay in the house.
What do you say?

Are you sure nothing will happen?

I'd rather be dead
than let anything happen to you.

Okay?

Andrea Portillo Suárez.

-I'm coming with you.
-I'll go alone.

I'll let you know if I need you.

Andrea Portillo.

-Are you sure?
-Sure.

-That's me.
-This way.

Purpose of your visit?

I want to file a complaint…

for as*ault.

as*ault?

I was sexually assaulted.

From the beginning, okay?

Tell me what happened that day.
Where were you?

Here, in Puebla?

Yes.

ONE MONTH EARLIER

-Navarro Rivas, Macarena?
-That's cheating.

Cheating? Maca, I wasn't cheating.

I'll be right back.

Sebastián…

Will there be a piñata
at your party, Gerry?

-You moron.
-You look handsome.

How's it going?

Portillo Suárez, Andrea?

Sorry, Portillo.

I can't give you your grades
until you pay your tuition.

You owe us money again?

Regina, tell your dad to stop accepting
poor people into his school.

-Dude, stop.
-Thank you, miss.

Next time, don't say that
in front of the whole class, okay?

And where am I supposed
to say it, Portillo?

Just think a little before you act.

Get out right now.

-She's awful.
-Silence!

What a piece of work.

I hate this f*cking school.

At least Gerardo stood up for you.

Don't tell me
you still have a crush on him.

What can I say? He's so cute.

You two made out, and five minutes later
he was flirting with Regina.

-Come with me to his party.
-No way.

Come on! Please! He'll end up with Regina
if I don't do something.

He'll end up marrying Regina.

Believe me.
I've known him since we were five.

Come on, girl!

If you don't come, I'll get really drunk
and start acting too extra.

Maca…

-You got a disco party or something?
-"Disco"?

How old are you? Eighty?

It's Gerardo's party.

-When?
-Today.

I wasn't invited.

Or maybe I was.

I'm not getting any texts
because I got a new phone.

Cool, isn't it?

I don't give a damn
about your new phone, Guillermo.

Damn. Excuse me.
I was just trying to make conversation.

I'll leave.

Are you kidding, Maca?
You know they never invite him.

I'm sorry, okay?

I won't do that again.

But come with me to the party.

-No.
-Please.

-Girl, you're so annoying.
-Please.

Please!

Please, please, please.

Please!

Come on, Andy! Please!

I got in touch with a chick
from Mexico City who'll be at the beach,

and get a look at her friends.

Let me see.

-They're hot, dude.
-Dude.

Did you see?

I don't care.

Come on, dude. She's a thousand times
hotter than your little girlfriend.

Come on, Charlie. Who did you f*ck?

Tell him, dude.

He hooked up with Portillo at your party,
and guess who helped him out.

Andrea? Seriously?

Dude, you've known her since kindergarten
and she was never into you.

So, what happened? Tell us.

Did you f*ck her or not?

There's nothing to tell.

Really?

Really, man.

What a p*ssy, dude!

What's wrong?

I know you, Raúl.
Something's bothering you.

I was just remembering
the time Carlos lost my watch.

The one with the black dial.

He told me
he didn't go into the ocean with it.

So?

He never admitted that he lost it.

Please don't tell me you think
that girl's telling the truth.

I can't believe it.

I didn't say anything.

I just remembered, that's it.

Good afternoon.

Ma'am, sorry for the interruption.

How are you, César?

Did she go
to the Public Prosecutor's Office?

She's giving her statement now.

Send her what you found.

Right now.

Everything okay?

Work.

I must have arrived around 8:30.

Maybe a bit earlier.

I'm sure I sent a text to a friend
before leaving my house.

Stop messing around

or we'll upload all of this

Go on. What happened at the party?

Miss, go on.

Are you going to stare at your phone
or finish the report?

Andrea, sweetie, what happened?

Did you file the complaint?

Andrea.

Andrea!

What happened?

And many more.

Are there more?

Who took them?

Not Carlos,
if that's what you're thinking.

No, I wasn't thinking that.

It was some guy I dated last year.

Some guy?

Which guy?

A guy from Mexico City. He's cool.

Then why did he share the photos?

I don't think he shared them with anyone.

-Maybe his phone was hacked or something.
-Sure.

Honey, why did you have to take
those pictures?

Dad…

Maybe we didn't think things through
before doing all this.

Think what through?

I don't know.

We didn't think about
who we're dealing with.

It's not a good idea
to go back to the PPO.

No.

No, they won't scare me. We're going back.

Andrea, think about it.

They knew we were there.
This is not a coincidence.

They're sending you a message.

If you go back tomorrow
to report that idiot,

they'll post all the pictures.

Let them.

What country do you think you live in?

If this comes out, we'll lose the case.

Do you know
what these pictures say about you?

What do they say? Tell me.
That I'm a sl*t? That I'm a wh*re?

No, no. I didn't say that.

-No?
-No.

It sounded like that's exactly
what you were about to say.

I'm just telling you
to think things through. That's all.

I'm going back tomorrow.

Andrea, please.

Andrea, listen to me.

I'm going, okay?

Your sailboat is ready, sir.
The regatta starts in one hour.

Thank you.

What do you need to ask my daughter?
Is there a form…

The girl has to answer, sir.
She's the one pressing charges.

I've already given half of my statement.
I was here yesterday.

Why didn't you finish your statement?

I had to leave.

What do you mean you had to leave?
Where to?

It was…

The thing is…

Nothing, it was an emergency.

Do you know your file number
or the name of the person who helped you?

No, I don't remember.

Can't you look my name up in the system?

Can't the same lady from yesterday
or one of her colleagues help me?

I'm the one helping you today.

Begin your statement.

Bye.

-Damn, girl! What's with that face?
-This was a bad idea.

I won't get permission to go out again
this month, so we're going in.

He's with Regina, dude.

Of course he is. I told you so.

-Let's go.
-No, we're not leaving.

We're going in
and you're making out with Gerry's cousin.

That guy will never even notice me.

Want to bet?

Girl, you're looking good!
Is this a costume party? Nobody told me.

At least I don't have to beg on the street
to pay for my school tuition.

You've been saying that
since elementary school.

Don't you have anything new?
You're so limited.

Go in, but just don't touch anything.

That's Gerry's cousin.

Everyone looks so bored.

Come.

-Beer pong.
-No.

Yes.

Hey! How about some beer pong?

Dude, you're all being such buzzkills.

Time to drink. Let's play beer pong.

Come on!

Were you drinking?

Everyone was drinking.

And you say the game started
around 8:00 p.m.?

Because you also said
your dad dropped you off around 8:30.

Why is that so important?

I'm sure I dropped her off before 8:00.
I had a meeting…

I insist, the girl has to answer.

He dropped me off before 8:00.

So the game must have started at 8:00.

"Must have"?

-Was it at that time or not?
-Yes, it was at that time.

And you also said
you were the one who started it.

Started what?

The game.

Team up.

But let's change the rules a bit, okay?

If the ball falls into the cup, you drink.
If not, you kiss the person next to you.

Okay, I'll go first.

Do it.

I told you not to invite her.

Another kiss!

Another kiss!

No, wait! They're not free!

-Who's next?
-Me.

Carlos Raúl Huerta Durand.
That's his name.

Is he related to Raúl Huerta?

He's his son.

Are you sure it was him?

I'm sure.

You know who Raúl Huerta is, don't you?

I don't know him.

I mean, not personally,
but I know who he is, yes.

How can you not know him?

Your daughter said she and Carlos went
to the same school since kindergarten.

I mean, I've probably seen him,
but we've never talked.

Is it possible
there was a misunderstanding?

You were all drinking.

Maybe you accidentally
insinuated something to Carlos Huerta?

I didn't insinuate anything.

Carlos is an as*h*le. He makes me sick.

He really wants to be like his dad,
but he's an idiot.

He only has friends because he's rich.

But you consumed alcohol together.

It was a party.

What happened next?

Chug! Chug!

-Hey, Andrea, it's your turn.
-No, that's enough.

No! Come on!

Last one.

Okay.

No!

No way! He clearly cheated.

Go on.

Okay!

Just because I'm in a good mood, Carlos.

Yeah, dude!

Okay, enough.

Stop joking around, Carlos.

Enough, Carlos. Stop.

I'm going to the bathroom.

-Hey.
-Stop, dude. Don't be so intense.

-Damn it, Carlos. Stop.
-You stop. Don't you want it?

One kiss and that's it.

One kiss and you'll leave?

Okay.

There. I really have to go
to the bathroom.

-I'll go with you.
-Stop!

-Let's go.
-Stop, Carlos. Enough!

-Hey, come on.
-Carlos, stop!

-Sure you don't want me to come in?
-Yes, I'm sure! Leave me alone!

Stop, dude. Stop!

That's when I texted my dad
and asked him to pick me up.

Everything okay?

Yes. It's fine. You were saying?

Can you confirm that?
Do you have the messages?

Yes. All of them.

I didn't know you had kissed Carlos.

It was a game, Dad. A game.

Can you wait for me over there?

No. I won't leave you.

Dad. Please.

Are you sure?

Then?

So…

I sent my dad a message.

Then I went to the living room,
to the bar, and…

And I waited.

You went back to the room
where Huerta was?

No, Carlos wasn't there anymore.
I don't know.

I don't remember seeing him.

I saw Gerardo, my friend…

and Sebastián.

Actually, I don't get along…

with Sebastián, but…

But he came up to me in a friendly way.

He said we were running out of drinks,

and he asked me
to go to the cellar with him to get more.

And I said yes.

I don't know.
Anything to get away from Carlos.

First, I went down with Sebastián.

Then Carlos came in, and Sebastián left.

And that's when he assaulted you?

Stop, dude. Stop!

César?

They're back at the PPO, boss.

What should I do? Post the material?
Should I text her again?

Boss?

I'm thinking.

Don't do anything.

Let's wait.
I don't think she'll finish her statement.

And when did you leave the party?

I stayed alone in the cellar
for about ten minutes.

Then, I went out.

I sat on a bench and waited for my dad.
He came for me around 10:30.

Hi, sweetie.

So, you're saying you got that cut
in the cellar?

"The complainant alleges penetration."

"The alleged perpetrator
is someone she knows."

"Alleged perpetrator"?
Didn't you hear what I just told you?

Now the girl has to support her claim
with a medical examination.

Why?

To identify any vaginal or a**l tears,
or anything that needs to be corroborated.

What's the point of a f*cking exam
if this happened a month ago?

It's what the law says, miss.

You want me to do it here, right now?

Unless you wish not to pursue
your complaint anymore.

Damn chicks. They're playing hard to get.

Send them a pic of the house.
They'll surely come.

Yeah. But they want to go to the beach.

What a drag.

It's the first time I beat
that dude from Vallarta.

The b*stard was so pissed off.

You ever f*cked a maid?

-Dude, what's wrong with you?
-I've f*cked two of them.

I was f*cking a maid for six months.

I think I busted my shoulder
pulling on the rope--

-Shut up, man. I'm sick of your regatta.
-I'll shut up when I want, as*h*le.

-Now you're getting pissy?
-I'm trying to tell you something.

And I'm telling you
I don't give a f*ck about it.

Gerry…

Come on, dude.

One of your maids is hot, right?

Dude. She's worked with us
since I was five.

So what?
You can't f*ck your nanny or what?

That's the rule.
If you're picky, you never f*ck.

Dude, stop it.

I f*cked Andrea in Gerry's dad's cellar.

No way, dude.

You're joking.

You f*cked her, you dog?

-Is she hot or…
-Kind of.

Sick. You can tell she loves to f*ck.

-Dude.
-What?

You saw her at the party.
She was looking for it.

She really is a bit crazy.

No way. Did she blow you or what?

Like a wh*re.

Awesome! f*cking Charlie!

Who would've thought, dude?
That's how it should be.

That's what men do.

Awesome.

Now I must ask you
to take off your clothes, Andrea.

All my clothes?

Just from the waist down.

Do you have a… robe?

No.

I'll get you a towel, okay?

I'll help you if you want.

Lean your head back.

Can you lift your legs, please?

I'm going to spread your legs.

Take a deep breath.

I have to take some pictures, okay?

Yes.

Don't move.

Carlos, stop! Seriously, stop!

Please, stop!

Relax.

Carlos, get out!

Andrea?

I'm here, honey.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Calm down.

Stop that. We can't hear anything.

Yeah, you can do that later.

Why don't you help me instead?
Don't be lazy.

We're busy. It's a big matchup.

Go, go, go. Pass it!

Mom?

Do you have a bigger nail?

-For concrete walls, right?
-Yes.

How's my granddaughter doing?

We went to file the report yesterday,
but Andrea couldn't finish it.

You have no idea.
She insisted on going to the PPO.

She can be really stubborn sometimes.

I'm glad.

What do you mean, you're glad?

I'm glad that she wants to defend herself.

And that she's stubborn.

Damn dealership. Who knows
what kind of car they sold to us.

It just stopped
in the middle of the street.

At least I know how to solve
the shortage of drivers.

Don't screw it up even more.

Stop! We'll call the insurance tomorrow.

I saw Huerta's son's Facebook page.

-Miguel.
-Son of a b*tch.

Partying with his f*cking friends
while my daughter's at the PPO.

-b*stard.
-That's how they are. What did you expect?

I have to do something.

You already tried.

Something that doesn't involve Andrea.
Something that doesn't expose her.

TRAYECTORIA
MAGAZINE

The secretary of Energy says
they won't overturn that reform.

Are you writing about that?

About the secretary of Energy?
No way. I want people to read my stuff.

You have an email from
Miguel Portillo

Dear Vero,
it's urgent that I speak to you.

I promise you it has nothing to do
with my business.

Regards.
Miguel

-Hello.
-Good morning.

-How did it go?
-Really well!

-Of course.
-Okay. Carlos! There he is.

Talk to him.

Carlos, have a seat.

The girl went to the PPO twice.

She gave her statement
and then didn't pursue the case.

She hasn't even scheduled
a psychological evaluation.

In any case,
I have a copy of her statement

in case you want to read
the story she's made up.

There's no need.

I'd rather you keep it.

All right, so…

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

-Raúl.
-Thank you.

-Have a good day.
-Good day.

What do you think?

It's good, really good. It's just that…

I don't get it.
Did she give her statement or not?

No. She backed down. That's it.

But… Why was Juan Manuel saying
that she said things about me?

Carlos…

Don't worry, okay? Everything's fine.

Hey, hey…

Okay.

Juan Manuel!

Could I have Andrea's statement, please?

Did your father ask for it?

Don't you think I should know
what she's making up?

You won't like what she says there.

So what? They're all lies.

Please.

Thank you.

Carlos is an as*h*le.

He makes me sick.

Damn it, Carlos. Stop.

He really wants to be like his dad,
but he's an idiot.

He only has friends because he's rich.

as*h*le. He makes me sick.