01x01 - 20 Years

[bunniefuu]

- They're right there!
- Where? Here.

- Do something.
- Like what? Here?

Hey! Okay.

- Play some music!
- Music!

Stop recording me.

Leave me alone. You look really pretty.

- No, no!
- No!

No!

I'm going to k*ll you, dude.
You made me drop my camera.

You made me drop my camera.
What's wrong with you?

I'm gonna k*ll you, dude.

Come here!

Pedro!

Pedrito, Pedrito, huh?

- Dani, Dani.
- Dani, come over here!

You're missing the party.
Come here. Come on.

It's our last party.
Come on, come here, man.

But this video is for posterity, dude.

- Wait, wait. My balls, Dani.
- Cheese.

Where do you see yourself in 20 years?

Easy. Human rights activist.

Well, so I...

Doctors Without Borders!

I don't know.

Next!

- What?
- Academy Award for Best Documentary.

You know where to find me.
In the White House.

Okay. President.

Where do I see myself in 20 years?

Honestly, I have no idea.

Well, I guess
I don't really care right now.

I just hope that we're all together.

Who wants a beer?

- Me.
- Me too.

Cheers!

Allow me, sweetie.

I got you.

What's up, Anita? Wasted yet?

So wasted!

- f*ck. f*ck. f*ck.
- It's Alejandro! No!

Hey, help! Guys!

- Let's go, now!
- He's in bad shape. f*ck.

Dani! Stop! Stop recording! Stop.

- Stop, stop, stop!
- Alejandro!

In the lower third,
we're going to work on your chin

to elongate it.

And we'll also give you
some hyaluronic acid to fill in your nose.

And here, in the upper third,
we'll inject some Botox.

Here and here.

Come with me over here.

I want you to look at yourself
in the mirror.

I was thinking, what if we lift your neck?

What do you think?

Schedule an appointment
with Sandra for Tuesday.

Tell her what you want done and…

TOMORROW. ALUMNI REUNION.

BE THERE OR I'LL TELL IT ALL.

I'll see you Tuesday.

Okay? And the lift is on me.

Action!

Daniela, why are you saying "action"
if you aren't even ready yet?

- Are you ready or not?
- We're ready!

Son of a bitch! Colombia, here we come!

Let's go, Pedro.

Dani!

Hi. Restrooms, please?

Did you tell your dad yet?

f*ck my dad.
We're going to Colombia, baby.

- We're going to Colombia, my love.
- Say it again. To the camera.

We're going to Colombia!

Not that. About your dad.

"f*ck my dad." Did you hear that?

f*ck Doctors Without Borders!

We're all going to Washington!

That's right!

- President!
- President!

President, president!

They won't stop teasing me.

About my glasses, about my big teeth.

Yesterday, he yelled "braces" at me
in front of the whole table.

And everyone started yelling
"brace face, brace face."

I'm so sick of it, Mom.

Mom. Mom.

Mom, careful! Mom!

What happened?

I burnt a pancake, Carmencita.

Help me with that, please.

Well, you're in luck, because I'm going
to give you money for the cafeteria.

Hurry up, you're going to miss the bus.

Hurry! Share it.

And, Luis, tell Zoe that having glasses
and braces only lasts a couple of years,

but being a bitter assh*le like her
will last forever.

I can't say that to her.

No, you can't.

Good luck!

Forty-three years ago,
my mother crossed the border

while pregnant,

in search of a better future for her son.

Nowadays, unfortunately,

many consider the people
who cross the border illegally

to be a thr*at.

For me,
they represent a humanitarian problem.

Like all of you, I want to see a Miami

that's capable of welcoming immigrants,
refugees.

But, most of all, I want it
to stop thinking of them as a thr*at,

because they aren't.

I know, I know.

I know this f*cking sucked and…

I got nervous.
I get more nervous when you're here.

That's why I ask you not to come.

Eye contact.

Do you believe people
who don't look you in the eye?

They don't either.
What do you think about that?

Ana, don't take this the wrong way.

But Pedro already has a campaign team.

We know exactly
how he should talk, move, smile...

Can I talk to my husband in private?

Thank you.

- What are you doing here?
- The text message.

What text?

TOMORROW. ALUMNI REUNION.

BE THERE OR I'LL TELL IT ALL.

SEE YOU LATER. LOVE YOU. MOM.

Well, when Marcos introduced me to Isabel,

they hadn't been dating for very long,

but I knew immediately
that my son was totally in love.

And I get it.
Isabel, you are an extraordinary woman.

- You know it, she knows it.
- No.

Any man with half a brain would fall
head over heels in love with her.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Welcome.

Babe.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

Yes. It's just that I'm going
to have to go to the clinic. It's urgent.

- Now?
- Yes.

Yeah, don't worry.

- I'll see you at home.
- Yes, honey.

- I love you.
- I love you.

- See you later.
- Yeah. Excuse me.

Marcos?

Pedro.

Where's Ana?

Hey!

Hi.

- How are you?
- Good, and you?

- Good.
- I thought I was the first one to arrive.

No. We arrived when? We got here 12...

Twenty minutes ago.

Yeah. Always on time, Anita.

Dani. Dani.

- It's been so long. Yes.
- It has been, hasn't it?

Did you get the text too?

Yes.

We all got it, right?

Well, actually, not all of us are here.

What are you trying to say?

Sofía isn't here.

Just because she's not here
doesn't mean that she's not coming.

She's not here yet.

And do you think it was her or what?

I don't know, Marcos.
I have absolutely no idea who it was.

But there are five of us
and four are here, so...

Sofía would never do anything like this.
I know her.

- Well, it's been...
- Stop.

You haven't seen her in 20 years.
And people change.

You know what? I need a drink.

You guys want something?

- Tequila.
- Tequila?

Can I have a sh*t of tequila
and another one of aguardiente, please?

Got you.

You are the family I choose.

I love you.

I'm not going to let anything bad
happen to you, ever.

I love you more than life itself.

Do you understand?

Can't find yourself, doctor?

It was hard for me too.

I guess we don't realize how much
we've changed until we see ourselves.

Another one, please.

I didn't think you would come.

Did I have another choice?

Sofía!

Dani!

Let me look at you.

I don't get it.

- I'm so happy to see you.
- Been so long, hasn't it?

Yes. Look who's here.

Hi, Pedrito.

Come here, Pedrito.

- Ana Vargas.
- Sofía.

It's been so long.

Hello? Hello? Is this on?

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

Yo. Hello.

If everybody can hear me, come on up.

If you can hear my voice,
follow the voice. Follow the voice.

How you doing? Hi, everybody.

First of all,
I'd just like to welcome you all.

God, it's so good
to see all the university grads

after all these years, huh?

Looks like last time we met
we all had a little more hair.

The men did. The men.

Look, these reunions,

they're about meeting the people
who were instrumental in our lives.

They're also about remembering
the ones who are no longer with us.

And although some friends
have left us already,

they still remain very much alive
in our memory.

So tonight, I have the great honor
of thanking Rodrigo and Marisa Vilas,

the parents of our dear colleague,
Alejandro,

for their generous donation they made

for the construction
of a new library at the university.

Don't stop, don't stop.

You love giving me orders, don't you?

I don't like giving orders.

The worst part is that you're good at it.

That's why they gave you that scholarship.

Before you know it,
you'll be president of the legislature.

Shut up. Shut up, you idiot.

I'm glad you get what you want.

I believe in you. I believe in you.

Don't ever doubt that.

…much of who I am today, I owe to him.

So I would like to raise my glass
to Alejandro.

That not a day goes by that...
That I don't think of him.

- To Alejandro.
- To Alejandro!

He sure can lie.
He'll do well in politics.

What's he doing? Running a campaign?

- What the hell was that?
- What?

Someone had to say something.

Okay, you know what, guys?
This is bullshit.

- I'm leaving.
- What?

- Yes.
- What do you mean?

The text said to come, right?
Well, here we are and nothing's happened.

So, good luck.

ONE MILLION DOLLARS EACH.

AT MIDNIGHT ON FRIDAY
I'LL SEND YOU INSTRUCTIONS

ON WHERE TO BRING THE MONEY.

I don't have a million dollars, okay?

And you think I do, Dani?

What do I know?
I haven't heard sh*t from you in 20 years.

I'm f*cked. I don't even have
enough money for a lawyer.

"One million dollars each.

At midnight on Friday, I'll send you
instructions on where to bring the money."

What's this? This is ridiculous.

Of course you think it's ridiculous.
You can just sign a check.

- What do you know?
- What do I know about what?

But you,
you inject all of Miami with Botox.

The clinic belongs to my dad.

Well, tell your dad
to help you get out of this again.

To help me.

As if he didn't help all of us
20 years ago? You should thank him.

Okay, stop. Stop! Stop fighting.

Do you want to go to jail? Because
that's what's going to happen, you idiot.

- Got it?
- Marcos, stop!

- Stop!
- That's what's going to happen!

Stop it, please.

Stop. That's enough. Stop.

It doesn't matter who has money
and who doesn't. We're not paying.

Ana, please.

There's no turning back, Ana.
We f*cked up.

Wait a second.

Who do you think sent those texts?

We're supposedly
the only ones who know, right?

You're not thinking straight. Don't you
realize that we could go to jail?

- No one's going to jail.
- Really?

The statute of limitations on this crime
had to have expired years ago.

The statute of limitations on m*rder
doesn't expire.

Hey, that's enough. Stop.
We need to calm down.

We have to figure out what
we're going to do about this problem.

Exactly. And whatever we do,
we have to do it together.

So we have to come to an agreement.

Well, we don't exactly make the best
decisions when we're together, Dani.

We all have to come to an agreement.

- Detective.
- Thank you.

Same old story every year.
They graduate and…

They check the VIN number?

Bet you anything it's his dad's car.

Yes.

What do we know about the other driver?

It says that she struck her head
on the windshield.

And…

there's a piece of metal
stuck in her neck.

What a f*ckin' mess.

They reported it?

What? Yes. Yes.

They were patrolling along this road
and they, guess, came across it.

Why is that back door open?

Maybe it opened on impact.

Maybe they opened it.

You guys touch anything?

No.

Or maybe there was someone else
in the car?

Hey. Two cars, two dead people.

Unless the medical examiner
says otherwise, it's an accident.

Where are you going?

To inform the next of kin.
Do you have the addresses?

Yes.

But we're not finished here, are we?

Come on.
I don't like doing it over the phone.

Detective John Sullivan, Miami PD.

- Mrs. Vilas?
- Yes?

He told us he was coming back late,

but I woke up at 4:00
and I didn't see him, so…

I felt something has happened to him.

Usually when he goes out, I can't sleep.

So I called him at 4:00... at 5:00 or...

But he didn't answer his cell phone.

We didn't find a cell phone.

Is there anything else you can think of
about last night?

Anything at all
that might be helpful to us?

Hey, Peterson. Do me a favor?

Could you... Last night's accident,

double-check Alejandro Vilas's
personal items

and see if we somehow missed a cell phone?

Okay.

I'll text you the number
as soon as I get it, okay?

Thanks so much. Bye.

What are you doing here?

- And you are?
- And you are?

Pedro. My mom works here.

Do you know each other?

I mean, are you friends?

We've been friends since we were little.

I'm so sorry.

I still can't believe he's...

This is a nightmare.

Just a couple more questions, okay?

Did you guys drink?

Maybe one beer.

His mom said
he was driving back from a party.

Were you with him?

Yes.

We went to the beach
to celebrate having finished college.

- What beach?
- Key Largo.

That's kind of far away, isn't it?

Alejandro didn't mind driving.

And then he… what?

He came back on his own.

So he went home,

and the rest of you just kept partying?

Why?

Did anything happen at the party?

No.

Nothing happened.

Alejandro wasn't feeling well
and he just wanted to go home.

So how'd you get home?

Taxi.

Who called for the taxi?

I don't remember. We were drunk!

Maybe Marcos?
I don't know. Is that important?

You said earlier
that you were drinking just a little bit.

- Now you're saying you guys were drunk?
- Don't worry about it.

What time did Alejandro leave?

2:00 a.m.

At 2:00.

At 2:00.

You can't remember who called for the taxi

but you remember the exact time
when Alejandro left.

I looked at my watch when he left.

You looked at your watch?

Somebody told me.

It just seems funny to me
that you'd remember one thing but you...

All right.

That's all we need for now.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you.

What are you doing, rookie?
I know it's your first case.

- It's not my first case.
- In Homicide, it is.

I know you want to get it right, okay?

It's good to be thorough, but come on.
There's such a thing as tact.

Yes. I am very well aware of that.
Thank you.

And I could use a tad less
of a condescending tone, please.

I'm just saying it's surprising
that they all remember

the exact time when Alejandro left.

It just seems like they all agreed
upon the same story, is all I'm saying.

What?

Here you go.

What's up?

Nothing, just that this is so f*cked up.

What? What happened?

My client's not gonna answer
any questions. Sorry I'm late.

Silvia Bartomeu.

Well, as I said,
we're not accusing your son of anything.

Yet.

Don't you wanna help us find out
what happened to your friend?

No, nothing. I haven't told them anything,
but they're coming to see you.

They're asking about his cell phone.

We're looking for Alejandro's cell phone.
Any idea where it is?

Detective, my son is in agony.

We want to cooperate, of course.

Well, I'm sure you know what I'm saying.

- What did you do with it?
- Don't worry about it, Marcos.

What? How am I supposed to not worry?

I don't have it anymore.
Okay? Forget about it.

Go to your room.

This is worse than what I imagined. Sofía.

- Hey, Sofía?
- I have to go.

f*cking hell, f*cking hell…

Thirty-eight.

Jessica Thompson, 35 years old.

Suffered craniocerebral trauma.

Bruises on her arms and face.

It looks like the cause of death
is a puncture wound

to the carotid artery. Left side.

More like an ice pick jammed in her neck.

Things are way less straightforward
with this guy.

Look at this.

I don't do dead bodies.

You're in Homicide now,
you don't really have a choice.

Come on.

Suffered multiple injuries.

All this is consistent
with a traffic accident,

except for one thing.

This wound here
which precedes the accident.

A broken blood vessel in his eye.

He got punched?

Looks like the beach party took a turn.

Anyway,
these injuries happened postmortem.

He didn't die in the accident?

It's highly probable
that he d*ed before the collision.

The toxicology report shows a high level
of methylenedioxymethamphetamine.

Molly?

Ecstasy.

Jocks…

I don't know what I said.
I don't know. I swear I don't know.

Calm down. We did fine, guys.

How do you know that?

Because if not,
we'd be at the police station, not here.

That's it. It's over.

No. There's only one thing left.

We have to destroy the tape, Dani.

Did you bring it?

Is that the only copy?

Yes.

Give it to me, then.
We have to get rid of it.

Hey.

This never happened.

Is that clear?

Is that clear?

But it did happen.

This is going to haunt us forever.

There's no one I trust less than lawyers.

Says the law school grad?

Exactly.

I'm your lawyer, Marcos, not hers.

I know.

So at least tell me what I have to do.

You have two options.

Go to the police, sell out your friends,
and make a deal before any of them do.

No.

No, I'm not going to do that.

And I'm sure none of them will either.

What? I know it.

The five of us have been hiding this
for more than 20 years. Twenty years!

You don't pay me
to believe in other people's goodwill.

In fact, I don't believe in it at all.

I believe anyone would do anything
to save their own ass.

Twenty years ago, you all had
things to lose and now you have others.

What do you know about them?

And the other option?

Pay.

Pay? Just like that?

Okay. Let's pay.

But who can guarantee that tomorrow
they won't be back for more and more?

Marcos, sit the f*ck down
and listen to me.

We have to buy time until we find out
who is behind all of this.

Do you understand?

We're working on it,
but it's not that easy.

There's just one problem.

If you're the only one who pays,
it'll be useless. Everyone has to pay.

Okay.

I'll talk to Ana.

- What?
- Okay.

Marcos's lawyer thinks
that the best thing to do is pay.

Okay? And everyone agrees,
even Sofía and Daniela.

They met a f*cking lawyer
without telling us?

- Ana, please.
- Alejandro...

Pedro, we're not going to pay...

Well, obviously,
you don't realize what's going on.

Okay? Because this could ruin us.

We could lose the election.
We could be thrown in jail.

All right? I mean, we have to pay.
We have to find a way.

We can get a loan
or mortgage the house. What...

I don't give a damn about the election.

- We have three kids.
- Exactly.

Do you want them to grow up without
parents? Because m*rder doesn't expire.

What is it, sweetie?

What are you doing awake?

Again, Luis?

- Again? You're 12 years old!
- Wait.

Come on, sweetie. Don't worry.

Let's put this in the washing machine
and forget about it.

Ana, this is important, okay?

This is important too.

We're not paying.
This conversation is over.

Where's Ana?

She didn't come?

No, she had to stay with the kids.

The money's here, right?
That's what matters. We all agree, right?

Are we sure about this?

Yes or no?

Do we have any other choice?

Let's do it.

Let's put all the money here.

Help me.

- Is that all of it?
- Yes.

I'll call you if something happens.

Everyone left.

I stayed behind to say goodbye.

Do you want me to take you to your hotel?

I heard you're doing
quite well for yourself, no?

I can't complain, no.

So, what?

What are we going to do?

That's a good question.

I hope everything went well
and that they don't ask us for more money.

The thing is, I'm not talking about that.

Sofía, honey.

What the hell did you do with my money?

I'm sorry, Bernie. I needed it.

You needed it.

Do I look like an ATM to you?

I'll pay you back. I swear.

You're g*dd*mn right you will.

Either you bring back my money now,
or I come get you.

And believe me, you do not want that.

What time is it?

It's really late.

Go back to sleep, honey.

What's going on, babe?

Nothing. Someone's at the front desk.

It'll be quick. I'll be right back.

- Love you.
- I love you.

Hello? Who is it?

Oh, yeah. Tell her to come up.

Thank you.

What's up?
Did you give them the money or not?

What do you think?

And? What are you doing here
at this time of night?

Did something happen or what?

I know who's blackmailing us.

What is it?

Nothing, honey.

I have to go out, but go back to sleep.
I'll be right back, okay?

This late?

Yes.

It's urgent,
but don't wait up for me, okay?

I'll be right back.

- Where are you going?
- I'll be right back, honey.

What happened?

What?

How do you know?

f*ck.

Thanks for calling.

Yeah, we'll talk tomorrow.

Who are you talking to at this hour?

It's Daniela.

- What did she want?
- Daniela is the blackmailer.

Marcos just called to tell me.

Oh, my God.

Sergeant.

Hey, Bunker. What do we got?

She looks like she fought
for her life, huh?

- Bunker!
- Sarge?

- What the hell are you doing?
- Sorry.

She probably walked in on the suspects
while they were robbing the place.

Everything's all torn up.
Neighbors didn't hear a thing.

Really?

Who found the body?

Did you see anything? Hear anything?

Sergeant, this is a friend of the victim,
Marcos Herrero.

Marcos Herrero?

Fancy meeting you here, huh?

So you're gonna talk to me this time
instead of hiding behind your lawyer, huh?

Alejandro Vilas, remember?

I was the detective in charge
of the case back then.

Sergeant Neruda.

Yeah.

Seems like you and me have
an unfinished conversation, right?

- Sergeant.
- Yeah.

- We found something.
- Coming.

Stay put.

We followed the bloodstain.

We lifted it, and we found these.

Okay. Get them to the lab right away.

Good work.

Is that the only copy?

Yes.

Record, record.

Beer?

Yes. What?

One, two and three.

- Piggyback!
- Come on!

Come on!

- Come on.
- One more beer.

Yes. Let me see. How's it going?

Push hard. One, two…

three!

That's it.

Where do I see myself in 20 years?

Honestly, I have no idea.

Well, I guess
I don't really care right now.

I just hope that we're all together.

Group hug!

Oh, my leg.