01x01 - Miguel

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INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS

Can you believe the damn teacher
didn't give me my grades

because we didn't pay the tuition fees?

But I talked to them on Monday
and asked for a few more days. I swear.

It's not you. It's them.
It's like they're desperate for money.

Can't they pay wages if a student
falls behind on their tuition?

-Pay your f*cking tuition fees!
-f*ck you, as*h*le!

Andrea!

-What?
-Don't do that.

I don't care.

I'm about to start
the Uber business with Joaquín.

I won't fall behind again. I promise.

Why did you put me in this school
if we can't even afford it?

I want the best for you.

Just because it's more expensive
doesn't mean it's better.

-Sweetie…
-Dad.

If you ask me not to paint
outside the lines again, I'll k*ll you.

All right.

Just don't paint outside the lines.

It's just that…

Dad…

-Here we go again.
-What did I say?

It seemed strange
that you'd be helping me just because.

Which nightclub do you want to go to now?

No, it's not a nightclub.
It's a school party.

Last week, I let you go to a party
with Memo and Pablo.

The week before that, I let you go out
with some guy you met at the movies.

And let's not even talk about your grades.

A 7.4 average grade is more than decent.

I'll give you permission to go out
one more time this month.

Are you going to use it
to go to a school party?

Didn't you say you hate school?

-Yes.
-So?

Yes, but…

I'm doing it for Maca.

She asked me to go with her.
Are you gonna let my best friend go alone?

No, she might get lost.

What would we do without her?

Okay, but on one condition.

No.

I'm almost 18.

Do you really have to drop me off
and pick me up?

Yes, until you turn 30.

Jeez.

Is this Gerardo's new house?

Who does his dad work for?
The Gulf Cartel?

Bye, Dad.

By the way.

I paid your tuition fees.

For the rest of the year.

Weren't you saving up
for the Uber business?

My daughter's more important than Uber.

And I'm having dinner with an investor.

-I'll pick you up at 2:00.
-Bye.

Did you see how much the tuna costs?

Yes, don't worry.

Here he comes.

He'll give us the money in two seconds.

Rubén, Joaquín.

Joaquín, Rubén.

-Did you order already?
-No.

We were waiting for you.

Let's order. I'm short on time.

Sure.

These are not taxis. It's something else.

And you have to download an app?
Who would do that?

Listen, Rubén,
what do you think is more convenient?

Making a phone call and waiting
for a taxi for half an hour, one hour,

sitting on the curb?

Or hitting a button

and having a brand new car with AC
pick you up in five minutes,

driven by someone who knows the city
like the back of his hand?

In ten years, taxis won't exist anymore.
These will be the new taxis.

Okay.

All right. I'm in.

But not as an investor.

I can offer you…

I'll offer you a loan.

-Don't you want to answer that?
-No. Sorry.

Can you please come and get me?

Dad???

Everything okay?

Yes. It's fine. You were saying?

I said all right.
I'm in. I'll offer you a loan.

It's not exactly what we're looking for.

How much do you have in mind?

Who would ever ask
for a three million loan at that rate?

With one million and my severance,
we had enough for five or six cars.

I don't want five or six cars.

I want ten this year,
another ten next year,

and 20 more after that. Okay?

With that debt,
we won't be able to afford a scooter.

I don't give a damn about the debt.

In one year, we'll be swimming in money.
You'll see.

There's no difference between this
and me wasting my money playing roulette.

No. I'm setting up a business, okay?
Not acting like a moron and partying.

Don't use that tone. I'm your brother.

Hi, sweetie.

Did Rubén buy into it? Yes or no?

Yes, he did.

But we are going to owe
a lot of money, Miguel.

Relax.

You take care of the numbers.
I'll deal with everything else, okay?

Get off your high horse.
You're not Carlos Slim.

THE TRIAL

Hello, ladies and gentlemen.

It's a pleasure to join you
on this fine Friday morning.

TWO WEEKS
LATER

We're outdoors this morning.
It's nine degrees Celsius outside,

and I forgot to wear my coat,
so I'm feeling a bit cold.

We're coming to you from the courtyard
of the Puebla Convention Center,

where this weekend,
today and tomorrow, the system…

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Come on. Get up, lazybones.
The candle's melting.

Here.

Won't you blow it out?

Want a bite?

That's it.

I'm going to take a shower.

Don't you want to open your present?

Later.

What did you expect,
that she would jump for joy?

She's been acting like this for a while.

She didn't even want to open
her birthday present.

What did you get her?

f*ck! Another scratch?

We have to send it to the shop
to have it buffed.

Don't change the subject.
What did you get Andrea?

Nothing. Something small.

Don't tell me you got her that damn thing.

Joaquín, I won't let my daughter
keep using a laptop from the Stone Age.

Not long ago,
you couldn't afford her tuition.

And now you bought her an iPad?

-If I did, it's because I can.
-With what money?

We barely make enough to earn a salary.

And you keep on insisting that our cars
should offer Figi water.

-"Fiji."
-Whatever.

We can't afford these expenses.

We'll never pay off our debt.

We have to pay Rubén back first.

Well, thanks for your support, yeah?

It's always a pleasure talking to you.

Where are you going?

We need drivers, don't we?

I'll drive.

Miguel, she'll get over it.

Teenagers are like that.

Now's our chance
with a new government in power.

Dude, we can open up a marble workshop,
a stationery store, whatever.

We'll make bank in a month.

Move your seat forward, okay?

Are you kidding?
Last year, I made three times as much.

More.

How do you think I bought my apartment?

I'm telling you,
you should hang out with me.

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, of course. I'm on my way.

Thank you.

Our nursing staff examined her.

Everyone agreed.

The cut on Andrea's arm wasn't caused
by bumping into something.

A knife, a razor…

That's weird, miss.

I didn't notice her wound.

Teenagers are experts
at keeping stuff from us.

No, no.

Andrea doesn't hide anything from me.

Did you know she's been skipping school
for over two weeks?

When she's here, she doesn't attend class.

She stays in the schoolyard,
or the library, or the cafeteria.

I've known Andrea for ten years.

Since before your wife died, Mr. Portillo.

She isn't the kind of girl
who would behave that way.

It's not normal, really.

I recommend you talk to her.

Find out what happened.

Okay?

Everything okay?

-For real?
-Yeah.

If you like them, I chose them.

If not, Joaquín chose them.

Very funny.

How pretty!
Why don't you try them on, honey?

Try them on, sweetie.

Later.

Thank you.

You haven't opened my present.

Ta-da!

Let's see.

No way! Fifty Shades of Grey?

What kind of obscenity
are you reading, Tita?

Don't be such prudes! I sure liked it.

What is it about?

Your grandfather could take a look at it
and see if he learns something.

How do you know about this stuff?

Well…

It was homework. You know, yeah.

-Get some rest.
-You too, Mom.

Where are your presents?

I forgot them.

-Go get them, sweetie.
-Yes.

Hey, what's wrong with my granddaughter?

She's been acting strange.

Want me to try to talk to her?

No.

Don't worry. I'll talk to her.

Are you sure?

Sometimes it's easier to talk to a woman.

I'll handle it.

Bye, Mom.

Take care.

Andrea.

Wait.

Andrea, I'm talking to you!

Show me your arm.

They called me from your school.

Show me, please.

It's nothing. It's just a scratch.

How did you get it?

It's nothing. I just fell, okay?

Your teachers think it's a cut…

from a razor or a knife.

They're crazy.

Did you cut yourself?

Andrea!

Look…

Listen to me.

When I was your age,

a guy from 12th grade started bullying me.

One day, he attacked me outside of school,

and he almost broke my nose
in front of all my classmates.

I never told your grandfather.

I locked myself up in my room
for two weeks, and…

I didn't want to talk to anyone.

So?

It took me years to realize
that everything,

everything would've been better

if I had told my dad what was going on.

Oh, Dad.

We always tell each other the truth.
It's the only rule in this house.

Andrea!

Why do you want to know?

I'm your dad.

You don't want to know. Believe me.

-I do want to know.
-No, you don't!

-Dad, stop!
-Tell me.

I want you to tell me!

I can't!

-Tell me.
-I can't!

It's okay.

Do you know who did it?

Carlos Huerta.

-Do you know him?
-f*ck.

-f*cking rich kid.
-What?

You know, the kind of guy
who never invites Memo to his parties.

His dad is a f*cking Spanish as*h*le
with all the money in the world.

What does Andrea want to do?

Nothing.

It happened about two weeks ago.

I don't think we can file a complaint now.

Are we sure that's what happened?

What do you mean?

-Is there any evidence?
-Joaquín…

Andrea's got a cut this big on her arm.

The guy threw her on the floor.

-She got cut with a broken bottle.
-It could've been an accident, right?

Why would she make up something like that?

I'm just saying you need to be sure
before you decide to do anything.

That kid's father isn't an idiot.

Don't do anything foolish.

Do you like it?

Don't you want to go swimming?
It'll take your mind off things.

I'm fine, okay?

-Hello?
-Good afternoon.

Is Mr. Raúl Huerta there?

This is Miguel Portillo.

Let me check.

Hello? Yes?

He isn't here at the moment.
Would you like to leave your number?

No, it's okay.
I'll go see him in his office later.

I'll let him know you called.

Thank you.

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Excuse me! Mr. Huerta!

Excuse me. Sorry, I'm…

Well, you don't know me.
I'm Miguel Portillo.

My daughter goes to school
with your son, Carlos.

It's all right, Victor.

Please.

I'm very sorry to bother you, but…

there's been an issue
between my daughter Andrea and your son.

I tried calling you,
but you're never home.

-Right… It's a pleasure, Miguel.
-Hi.

-I'm late for a meeting.
-Right.

Give me your number
and I'll call you later so we can talk.

Yes, sure.

That's my card.

Talk to you later. Thank you.

Sir?

Your wife's here.

Tell her I'm coming.

I don't know why he came to see you, Dad.

Are you sure?

He looked nervous,
like it was something urgent.

No idea. Maybe Andrea made something up.

She's always been a bit crazy,
since elementary school.

Crazy?

-In what way?
-Yeah, I mean…

She likes seeking attention…

Lots of stuff.

What stuff?

She hardly has any friends,
she dresses strange, no one likes her…

I don't like bad-mouthing people,
but she's always flirting with my friends.

With Sebastián, Gerardo…
You can call them and ask them, Dad.

What can I do for you, Mr. Raúl?

I want all the information you can get
on this man and his daughter.

I'm here to talk to my granddaughter.

I don't think it's a good idea, Mom.

Andrea!

How can you be so sure
that the girl's saying that?

Because it's obvious, Mariana.

But it's a lie.

You don't believe her, do you?

This isn't about believing Carlos
or believing her.

It's about being practical.

Sure, but what you're doing is like…

rewarding that girl for making stuff up.

I only care about Carlos.

Do you want Portillo to take her
to the Public Prosecutor's Office?

Do you want your son's face on the papers
being accused of something like that?

Do I look good?

I know what I'm doing.

Don't worry.

Why did you go to his party
if the boy isn't your friend anymore?

Don't tell me you're here to scold me.

Sorry.

Andrea, nothing can justify
what happened to you.

Nothing.

Even if you had invited him to your house.

Even if you had gotten into bed with him.

Have you considered
doing something about it?

Like what?

Like going to the police.

Incoming call
Polaris offices

Excuse me.

Hello?

Good morning, Mr. Portillo.

Mr. Raúl Huerta would like to know
if you can come to his office.

Right now?

Thank you.

I'll let him in right away, sir.

-This way, please.
-Thank you.

You can leave the bottle.
We'll get you another one.

Miguel.

Hello.

-Come in.
-Thank you.

-Don't let anyone disturb us. Thank you.
-Yes, sir.

It's the company's plane, okay?
Don't think it's mine.

And that was in Austin.

Yeah, I know.

Sebastian Vettel won that day.

I like cars.

It's what I do.

You collect them?

No, I have an Uber fleet.

Wonderful.

Have a seat.

-Have a seat, please.
-Thank you.

Please.

Well, Miguel.

First of all,
I want to thank you for coming.

I also want you to know
that I'm aware of the misunderstanding

that occurred between Carlos
and your daughter.

And I'd like to apologize in person,

on behalf of my entire family.

Thank you, Mr. Huerta.

No, please. Call me Raúl.

Thank you, Raúl, but…

I don't think what happened
was a misunderstanding.

What happened was serious.

Very serious.

I don't think it's the kind of problem
that can be fixed with an apology.

You see, Miguel,

I've always thought I could read people.

For example, I can tell
you're a family man, just like me.

I can tell you're a hardworking man.

Just like me.

Maybe you walked into this office
and got the wrong idea,

but I assure you not a day goes by

that I don't go to bed and wake up
thinking about just one thing, Miguel.

All I want is for my family to be okay.

Just like you do, right?

Yes, of course.

Therefore, I think
that the most beneficial thing for us all

is to find a quick and practical solution.

No matter what did or did not happen. You…

Can you imagine what it would be like

to file a complaint
with the Public Prosecutor's Office?

Your daughter…

Could she handle something like that?

No…

With all due respect…

you don't know her.

All right.

Let's say you file a complaint.

I defend myself, right?

I hire lawyers. You hire lawyers.

And we go on like this
for one, two, three years.

How much would that cost?

And, if I may say so,
can you afford a lawyer for that long?

And even if you could,

you know how this country works.

A police complaint leads nowhere.
Especially one like this.

The only thing we'll achieve
is get ourselves into an endless lawsuit.

A really ugly one.

Do you want that? Because I don't.

The last thing I want…

is to have to fight you.

So…

So, how do you want to do this, Raúl?

I should've picked her up
the moment I got her text.

I should've noticed something was wrong
when she got in the car.

Hi, sweetie.

There was nothing you could do.
It was just bad luck.

If her mother were still alive,
what would she think of me?

Is that Huerta's offer?

It's enough to pay off our debt.

You'd still have some money left.

What happened to Andrea is a crime.

It's terrible, Miguel.

But think about
what's best for her in the long run.

Sending that boy to prison,

or being able to work in peace?

Giving her a better future?

That's what taking care of her means.

What's up?

Are you going to a lunch or something?

No, we need drivers
and I can't afford to have an idle car.

-Are you driving dressed like that?
-Yes.

Yes. See you tonight.

This is the last one.

What's this?

It's a non-disclosure agreement.

We have to be sure that the incident
won't be made public.

Is this legal?

Mr. Huerta's lawyer sent it.

Excuse me, Raúl,
but why is that clause in the document?

It's just a formality.

It's how these agreements work.

Just ask anyone.

I'd be happy to give you
my lawyer's number.

He can explain.

No. I don't know, it's just that…

I find it strange.

Trust me.

Let's fix this now.
It's what's best for everyone.

Okay.

-Okay, all right.
-Thank you very much.

And I apologize
for not being there in person. Really.

But you know how this is.

Work.

It's all right.

But well, I'm glad we found a solution.

All the best to you and… your daughter.

Miguel?

Are you in your office?

What's wrong, Miguel?

Sir?

-Sir, you can't go in!
-Let go of me.

What's my daughter's name?

-Excuse me?
-What's my daughter's name?

-Miguel, please…
-I'm asking you a question! Answer me!

Take your f*cking money
and shove it up your a*s, m*therf*cker.

Understood. My secretary
will show you the door. Thank you.

Hello, son.

What's wrong?

I went to see that b*stard.

Which one?

That boy's father, that son of a b*tch.

And you don't know
whether to go to the police.

Son of a b*tch…

If you go…

If you and Andrea file a complaint…

you need to know what could happen.

These things change you forever.

But I think you have
no other option, Miguel.

Your daughter was r*ped.

Can you please come and get me?

Boss, I got some pictures.

Of the girl.

Where did you get that?

Do you really want to know?

If they decide to file a complaint,
or go to the Public Prosecutor's Office,

we'll put that out there.

Dad!

Are you okay? What happened?

I don't know.
I was alone and I got scared.

It's okay. Calm down.

I'm here.

I've been thinking about
what Grandma said.

Do you want to report Carlos Huerta
to the police?

Yes.

Okay.

Okay.