The Marked Heart (2022) s01e10 Episode Script

La terrible verdad

1 - [dramatic music playing.]
- [breathing heavily.]
- [grunts.]
- [breathes heavily.]
- [dog barks.]
- [screams, gasps.]
[breathing heavily.]
No! [cries.]
No! A NETFLIX SERIES ["In a Heartbeat" by Cavendish Music playing.]
[song fades out.]
No, don't touch her.
No, no.
Just wait.
Let's not do that.
I'm gonna have to ask you to step back.
She needs our help right now.
And that's why I'm here.
To help.
So get lost.
If you touch her, I swear That's an order from Zacarías Cienfuegos.
I said get out of here! I gotta go.
It's urgent.
- [Marcelo.]
What is it? - Camila.
She just passed out.
Yeah, man.
I get it.
And we'll figure out the other problem later, okay? Right.
[door closes.]
What's going on, old man? Wait, did we order pizza? [Rojo chuckles.]
Sure we did, man.
I wanted a nice hot Margherita.
Garabato likes his veggies.
And you, old man, with your smell, I'm guessing anchovies.
Don't be an ass, Rojo.
You know the old man's out of his mind.
Sócrates, Tomás had some work to do.
But we'll take care of every one.
[rock music playing faintly.]
You'd have to work a few months for free.
And I got no guarantee you'd pay me back.
It's a lot of money.
I'll pay you back with interest.
And I swear that I'd be good for the loan.
Why didn't you tell me you needed the cash? 'Cause it's a family thing.
Don't leave me out to dry, bro.
I'll pay you anything, but I need that money now.
Yeah, but you do get what I'm talking about, right? I'm saying that the guy who came over to the house asking all those questions was sent by Camila's husband.
So he has nothing to do with the guys who killed Valeria.
That sounds like fantastic news, then.
That tells me he's not out looking for you.
Yeah, not for me, but he's following Camila.
Must be a reason.
It's weird, though.
Something's going on, Julio.
Weird how? What, you've never heard of a jealous husband before? Simón, maybe you should break it off before it gets out of control.
You should end things.
- Where's Camila? - [Tirso.]
She's upstairs.
You should know Camila wasn't alone, sir.
[dramatic music plays.]
Camila? Camila? [Camila sighs.]
CELL PHONE [cell phone vibrating.]
And now you're screening my calls? What happened to you? Are you all right? I must have lost track of time.
I don't know what happened.
Thankfully, I can pass out anywhere since Tirso is breathing down my neck all the time.
Or maybe your pizza guy will come to save you, huh? No? So when are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with Simón? You're not gonna like what you hear.
Don't worry about that.
Managing bad news is what I do for a living.
Okay, then pretend.
Pretend that me cheating on you is good news.
This isn't a joke, Camila.
Tell me what's going on.
Are you sleeping with the pizza guy? His name is Simón Duque.
- Does that ring a bell? - [dramatic music playing.]
He was married to Valeria Duque.
The woman who was murdered and whose heart beats in your wife's chest now.
[dramatic music continues.]
[loud ticking.]
A promise is a promise.
That's it.
Come on.
- Let's go.
- No, no.
Please, no.
- Come on.
- No.
- Get up! - No! Stop it! Please! - Shut up! - No.
Wait, wait.
Please, he's on his way.
Why don't we find out how tender this meat is.
- I'm done waiting.
- Wait, he'll be here.
I promise he will! No! Get off me! Get off me! - [Garabato.]
Come on.
- No! No! [Garabato.]
Oh yeah.
[Tomás exhales.]
[ringing tone.]
[engine stalls.]
Dammit! Just answer! No! No! No! - [Garabato breathing heavily.]
- [Sam.]
No! No! No! No! - [gunshot fires.]
- [glass shatters.]
Leave her alone, or I'll shoot you.
[Sam breathing shakily.]
Hey, relax, the old man was pretending to be a superhero, right? You're not gonna shoot me.
You better drop it now.
[Sam screams.]
[gunshot fires.]
[shotgun reloads.]
[tense music playing.]
[shotgun reloads.]
[gunshot fires.]
[tense music continues.]
[Sam breathing shakily.]
[tires screech.]
Put it down, girl.
You don't know [gunshot fires.]
- [Sam whimpering.]
- [Garabato.]
Son of a bitch! [gunshot fires.]
[dramatic music plays.]
Samantha, what did they do? I didn't mean to.
That guy, he was pointing his gun and I grabbed this gun, but it went off.
Sócrates, we gotta get out of here now.
What if somebody calls the cops? Or one of their friends shows up.
Yeah, we should do that.
We'll call the police now.
We have to call the police.
Samantha, if the police come here and find all this, we're going to jail for sure.
And if one of these fuckers let their friends know, we're dead.
Come on, let's go.
We're leaving now.
- Sam, you're coming with me.
- No, no, no! You can do whatever you want with your life, but I'm out.
- Hey! Get back here, Sam! - [Sam.]
Let me go! [Tomás.]
Samantha! Hey! [dramatic music plays.]
And then I met his kids.
A charming boy and a beautiful teenage girl.
Their family's been through a lot, Zac.
I can imagine.
Does Simón know that you have his wife's heart then? No, I just couldn't bring myself to say it.
It's better if you wait.
Until we know definitively what happened.
- [glass dings, Camila sighs.]
- I'm not sure that's a good idea.
Just one more.
One won't hurt.
I really need it.
I have to call my mom.
This wedding business is too much.
[Zacarías sighs.]
You changed your password? Why do you need to use my phone? [scoffs.]
Have you got a secret on here or something, Zac? I change my password every three days.
With the campaign, there's so much sensitive information on there, you know that.
Don't worry about it.
I'm I'm not one of those women who needs to check their husband's phone all the time.
- You need something? Pass me the phone.
- No, you don't have to, actually.
- Fine.
- I'll go and get the charger.
- Yeah, but it's fully charged.
You don't - [glass slams.]
Wait, hey.
- [Gaby.]
Here, Luqui.
- [Lucas.]
The ravioli will be ready real soon.
Hi, guys.
We're home.
- [Simón.]
- [Lucas.]
- [Simón.]
- [Gaby.]
- You good? - [Gaby.]
I'm okay.
You? - Hey, squirt.
- Hey.
- [kisses.]
- [Julio.]
We're good.
Staying for dinner? [Simón.]
Yes, please.
- [Gaby.]
- Did you come to get us, Dad? When are we going to go home? Uh Real soon.
You see Camila? Camila? Uh, no.
I wanna be there when she comes over.
Well - I'm happy to see you, squirt.
- Me too.
Samantha? She's been up in her room since she got home.
[Simón groans.]
How we doing? Fine.
- I'm happy you're here.
- Sam.
I want to know how you are.
What about you? [chuckles softly.]
I'm okay.
[gentle music playing.]
I love you so much.
Love you more.
I missed you so much, Dad.
- [heart beating.]
- [breathing slowly.]
[heart beating rapidly.]
[breathing deeply.]
[dramatic music playing.]
[indistinct chatter.]
No chicks like these back home.
Let me tell ya'.
Welcome to paradise, brother.
Been almost a month, but still no work yet, man.
You got any leads for me? [bartender.]
Sorry, dude.
Make it two more.
[rock music playing.]
Hopefully, this guy is interested in tasting some of the local flavors.
Hey, what's up? Yeah, bring us two.
Well, so it's work you're looking for? Yeah.
What are you good at? A bit of everything.
- Everything? - Yeah.
Now, that's a pretty big word, don't you think? In this bar, there's bums, we've got gamblers, there's criminals.
- There's even whores I've heard.
- Oh really? I can't help you if I don't know what you're good at.
Yo, did you not hear me? I can do a little bit of a lot of things.
You know what? Just so you know, I'm packing.
Not bad.
Long muzzle you got.
Yeah, pretty impressive.
Come back tomorrow.
I might be able to help you out.
- To you.
- Cheers.
[music plays faintly.]
These guys not carrying cash anymore is killing me.
I'm gonna have to put a card reader on my ass.
A card reader.
What? It's a damn joke, Mariachi.
Kay? You gonna keep eating that orange? Or do you want a taste of my oranges instead? If you're not gonna go through with it, don't bother.
Oh, but I want to real bad.
I love it when you get turned on.
Hmm? Mmm.
So good.
Your lips taste like citrus.
I spoke with Dallas.
I told her we're thinking about adoption.
Gave me the number for a social worker who's a good friend of hers now.
Tomorrow, when we both get off work we'll be able to meet her and talk about it.
Soon we'll have a little baby Fermín of our own.
But it won't be easy.
[Mariachi breathes deeply.]
Just imagine the government giving a kid to a stripper and a a foreigner with a dubious profession.
I told you, it's not a problem.
I'll find a solution.
And we won't have to deal with the paperwork.
Trust me on this.
Hmm? Don't be sad, okay? I said I didn't want a kid who was stolen.
No, Mariachi.
It's immoral.
[cell phone vibrating.]
What's up, Garabato? What? [dramatic music plays.]
What do you mean they're dead, man? What happened? Oh, for fucks sake! I told you before you do not take jobs on the side, you fucking idiot.
Take care of the bodies before they find out, and we'll talk later.
Mom, I told you.
I just want to go and get my hair done.
Don't worry, I'll be there on time, okay? Yeah, I'm here.
See you later.
Might be a while, Tirso.
Maybe two hours or more.
- Let me get that for you.
- No, it's okay.
- See you later.
- Bye.
I won't be long.
[Tata sighs.]
Yeah, hop in.
Let's go.
- I'm not sure I understand.
- You understand perfectly.
Camila's so-called friend is Simón Duque.
The murdered woman's husband.
And Camila? She told him? [sighs.]
She promised me she wouldn't.
But I tell you, Marcelo, I don't believe anything she says these days.
It makes perfect sense, though.
Put yourself in her shoes.
Put yourself in mine.
[Marcelo scoffs.]
Where's Camila right now? Hair appointment.
But I've got Tirso keeping watch.
- [Camila.]
Wait here for me.
- [Tata.]
You're sure? [doorbell ringing.]
Tell me what it is you need? I'm I need to hack into my husband's cell phone.
Some things are better left unknown.
Honey, you should know, all men are cheaters.
You don't need to check his phone.
The simplest way to check is to remove the SIM card from the device.
We clone it using a laptop, and we find out everything.
It's a piece of cake.
I mean, he's never away from his phone.
Even in the shower, he's never more than a foot away from it.
Well, there are other methods.
But they'd be more expensive.
Here you are, sir.
Her ashes.
- We're very sorry for your loss.
- Thanks so much.
Any, um, family of Karla's come visit? [undertaker.]
Let me see.
Um, no, sir.
One of her co-workers did, though.
She's been here for a while.
Thanks again.
- Not a problem.
- Excuse me.
DJ or a nurse? What? Oh, sorry.
Um, he told me you were co-workers, but I wasn't sure if he meant the club or the hospital.
Uh, the hospital.
I'm a nurse there.
Good to meet you.
And I was a friend of Karla's.
So I take it that you've made it your job to show up uninvited to other people's weddings.
No, we're actually here for a funeral, you know? More like a burial.
We're here to see candy's joy buried forever.
Can you imagine giving up all this for a woman who's, like, ancient.
[both girls chuckle.]
Well, the funeral metaphor isn't too far off.
Because, you see, when it comes to Braulio, you're both history.
You better be ready because you gotta love him so much to put up with him.
And you don't love him at all.
Did you know that he snores like a fucking pig? He's so gross.
But you know we love the man exactly as he is.
And what about you? You're only after his money.
Oh, so I look poor to you then? Poor me, I guess.
Don't get cocky.
We'll never be far away.
When did you see her last? It was a couple of months ago.
I asked her to replace me on a job that I had.
You were working for Montejo? No, hey, Juana.
I work for them too, okay? [Juana sighs.]
And what's your job? Supplier of medical equipment.
In fact, it was some merchandise I was supposed to deliver.
And then my cell phone was stolen.
They're dangerous people.
You don't want to work with those guys.
No, I get it.
It's complicated.
Everything just got a little out of hand.
So about Montejo.
Can I get his number from you? [sighs.]
Yeah, I'll give it to you, but you can't tell anyone where you got it.
Don't worry.
- And we are - [both.]
"Together for Change.
" - [chuckles.]
- Thanks so much.
Have a great day.
More photos.
Everything is closing in at once, Marcelo.
Well, the donor's husband getting close to Camila it's much too dangerous.
You still call that woman "the donor"? Don't start with me on this.
I can't afford to feel guilty.
Just be careful, okay? You're really playing with fire, man.
So sorry I'm late.
Hey, how are you? - I almost killed my hairdresser.
- Hello.
Better look out.
Your mother might kill you.
But you look absolutely beautiful.
It was well worth the wait.
You look stunning too.
Well, I hope so.
Come on, let's go.
- [Camila.]
- [Zacarías.]
Look who I found.
You look incredible, Ma.
Will you take a picture of them? Hey, we're here, Grandma.
All right.
Time to get to work.
I'm ready.
[upbeat dramatic music playing.]
IN POSITION ÁLVARO'S AUNT - READY FOR TRANSMISSION [classical music begins playing.]
Is it okay? I'm gonna need to calm down.
- Come on, let's go to the bar.
- Ah, excellent idea.
What's going on, Bracho? You get him? [Bracho.]
Montejo is definitely an associate of this illegal abortion clinic, but he's not here, sir.
- Abortions? - [Bracho scoffs.]
Montejo never ceases to amaze with his entrepreneurial spirit.
Yeah, and with his luck at escaping us, we've got no fucking idea where to look.
What a bastard.
- Nervous? - [camera shutter clicks.]
It's like I'm at the slaughterhouse.
Easy there, big guy.
There's no going back on all this now.
You just smile and wave as if you were ecstatic.
[Cárdenas sighs.]
It's all going perfectly.
You saw the press? I just love weddings.
Including the ones that are just for convenience.
[Marcelo chuckles.]
Plus, having a stepfather for president.
Okay, let's go.
[dramatic music plays.]
What the hell are you doing here? I'm terribly offended.
Why on Earth was I not invited to this wedding? We'll be working together, after all.
You got in with no invitation? [chuckles.]
Zacarías, why discuss these trivialities? You know us so well.
We may not say it, but we see it all.
Shall we meet the groom? That's impossible.
Way too much press.
You can't be that visible.
Camila Duarte? I am so happy to meet you in person.
Your husband and I speak of you often.
Really? I didn't know that.
Juan Carlos Sarmiento, your greatest admirer.
Not only is your photographic work impeccable, I feel it's truly inspirational.
Well, thanks.
Camila, honey, come here.
- I want a picture with you and Lucho.
- Come on.
Ugh, would you excuse me? But thank you again for the kind words.
I'm glad you like my work.
You can't imagine how much.
- [Greta.]
- Your mother's waiting.
[ominous music playing.]
You will stay away from my wife.
[dramatic music plays.]
Oh, what a waste to have to serve the ungrateful.
You've forgotten that your wife is alive thanks to me and what I do.
I sincerely wish we could've been discreet, but you've forced my hand.
I think it's time to talk to Cárdenas about our plans for the future.
I'm gonna get a whiskey, my friend.
BLOCKING SIGNAL - [upbeat dramatic music playing.]
- [electronic beeping.]
BLOCKING SIGNAL I got into his cell.
I completely blocked his phone signal.
I understand.
Now, I give you Ms.
Greta Cárdenas.
- [Cárdenas chuckles.]
- [crowd applauds.]
[Rosa and Tata.]
- [Cárdenas.]
Thanks, beautiful.
- [Greta.]
Thanks, darling.
Greta Hey, you still on Wi-Fi? Mine doesn't work.
You two are totally unbelievable.
You'd rather be on your phones than congratulate your mother on her wedding.
Congratulations to you both [kisses.]
such a beautiful couple.
And powerful now.
Well, this is when I should wish you the best, and that you have a long and happy marriage.
[Cárdenas chuckles.]
Your daughter's as prickly as a cactus, my love.
You know I don't like this business between you.
All marriages are a business, darling.
Even yours.
- Wait, Zac.
- Excuse me.
Braulio, Greta, congratulations.
Thanks, Zac.
I sincerely wish you both all the happiness in the world.
- Camila, my love.
- [Greta chuckles.]
[Cárdenas chuckles.]
Thank you so much, Zac.
You managed to tie me down, didn't you, son? - Best decision of your life.
Told you so.
- [Cárdenas chuckles.]
The comments online so far are spectacular.
Wait, look at this.
So, I guarantee you'll be up ten points in the next poll.
- You owe me big.
- I do! [both chuckle.]
- What's up with the signal? - What is it? Uh, maybe I can help? I found an open network.
No passwords.
Marcelo, could you check on the Wi-Fi, please? [Greta.]
Let me see.
I want to see too.
Oh, wow.
Look who it is, Braulio.
Who is that? - You two, why don't we take a photo, yeah? - [Greta chuckles.]
All right.
- [Greta sighs.]
- Braulio.
- [Greta chuckles.]
- [camera shutter clicks.]
That's the guy's phone.
It's got to be.
[upbeat music playing.]
Delta to Control.
We've got a comms issue here.
Got it.
We're checking the perimeter now.
[tense music playing.]
Cárdenas can't meet him, Zac.
[Cárdenas chuckles.]
We won't let him get any closer.
[dramatic music plays.]
He knows how to put on a show.
This is Marcelo, my right hand.
Oh, I know exactly who you are, Marcelo Santer.
Good to meet you.
Juan Carlos Sarmiento.
I run a company that works in exportation, in the medical industry mostly.
Good to meet you.
I'm ready to meet the groom.
- [crowd yells.]
- [salsa music playing.]
Braulio, Greta, Mr.
Sarmiento won't leave until he has a chance to say hello.
My good friend, did you receive the cigars I sent? [Cárdenas.]
That was you.
They're great.
But, uh, where are those sexy ladies who delivered them, you know? [chuckles.]
Well, today I only brought you my best wishes for your newlywed life.
And besides, you don't need company, do you, with this spectacular woman.
Not only are you a a perfect gentleman, but also, a great observer.
Very nice.
I've been working with Zacarías to plan a meeting for us so we can both discuss a mutually beneficial partnership in our future.
Are you fucking kidding? What is this? So you think anyone can just give orders to the future president? Is that it? We'll talk about this later.
I don't want to interrupt any more.
Just don't worry.
- Hey, hang on - Zacarías.
He doesn't come back.
Never in a million years.
I don't care one bit who he works for, okay? Braulio.
Calm down.
This is your wedding.
Zacarías? Zacarías.
What? Just wanted to tell you they fixed the internet.
What's going on? [cell phone dings.]
She hacked his phone.
- [dramatic music plays.]
- [sighs.]
You sure you want to know what you'll find? It's the only way I'll be able to keep on living under the same roof as Zacarías.
[Tata inhales.]
Well, the shortest path always leads to the truth.
Even if it's through hell.
[Tata sighs deeply.]
What are you doing here? Come with me, Samantha.
You need to be protected.
I bought us tickets so we could go on the run today.
Please, come with me.
It's what's best for you, trust me.
No, what's best for me is to stay away from you.
Ever since we met, you've only made more trouble for me.
And I I'm not That's not who I am.
I'm not like that.
That's not who I You don't know Okay, I hear you, but listen to me.
If you stay, you'll spend the rest of your life terrified of your own shadow.
Is that what you want? What it is I want or don't, it's not your problem.
Besides, those horrible people that knew I was there are dead.
They're all dead.
[poignant music playing.]
It was a mistake, Tomás.
The biggest mistake I ever made.
Leave me alone.
I don't ever want to see you again.
[poignant music continues.]
Life's a party, okay? The better the company, the more fun you're gonna have! And therefore, if you've got a woman like Greta Cárdenas, - life's amazing! [chuckles.]
- [applauding.]
Hey, you! - Can you believe I'm married? - [Greta chuckles.]
Reporting for duty, my Commander.
[both chuckle.]
- Let's go.
Come on! - Zacky! Hey, Zacky! I love you! He's gonna make me into president, motherfuckers.
- Zac, Zac, Zac, Zac.
- [Greta chuckles.]
- I love you.
- Yeah, right back at you.
I love you too, Braulio, but we've gotta head out.
- Oh, no, Zacarías, this is my wedding.
- Greta, let's go.
This is my fantasy! Listen, listen.
Just one more drink and he'll be pissing right here in the garden.
- No.
- Yeah.
Even one photo of that, and it's, "So long, presidency.
" I presume you still want to be the country's First Lady.
- Yep.
Yeah, I do.
- Yeah? [chuckles.]
- We're on our way.
- No, no, no! Greta.
- [Greta.]
No, no, no.
Let's go.
- Where are my girls, huh? What a mess.
Where are they? Are they hiding? - [Zacarías.]
Rosa, Marcelo.
The cameras.
- He's coming.
Come on.
I'm taking the bride and groom home, but I'll see you later, okay? - Ciao.
- Bye.
[indistinct chatter.]
[keys clicking.]
[ominous music playing.]
[cell phone ringing.]
Any updates? I found something out.
But maybe you should come see it for yourself.
Hey, lady.
This is the handsome guy I was telling you about, who's packing.
[man chuckles.]
- [man.]
What's up? - Not much.
Name's Sergio, but my friends call me Checo.
You're talking about me already.
- A little.
- [chuckles.]
Yeah, Dallas told me about your big piece.
But I have to see it for myself.
Sounds too good to be true.
- [man.]
Hey! - [Mariachi.]
Fucking asshole.
- Why you so close to my woman? Huh? - [man grunts.]
Piece of shit! Get out of here.
[sighs deeply.]
You shouldn't just leave.
You're not well.
I know that what you found out is awful, but wait a minute.
[poignant music playing.]
[Camila sighs.]
[Camila breathing raggedly.]
- [crowd cheering.]
- [breathing heavily.]
[dramatic music playing.]
No, no, no! - [dog barks.]
- [Camila screams.]
[dog continues barking.]
No, no, no! No! No! No! [sobbing bitterly.]
[newscaster on cell.]
Police told us they're still searching.
We'll continue to update you as information becomes available on this effort to identify the body that was recovered here a few hours ago.
["Darker Days" by Cavendish Music playing.]
From our darker days Your love has been a weight to hold ♪ [crying.]
They sold her heart, and it ended up with some piece of shit who used it for a transplant.
Someone out there has Valeria's heart.
No, why, why, why? Please! [crying.]
No! [song fades out.]
I know I'm repeating myself, but this is just wild.
It's impressive.
The wedding was a success, my love.
Politically speaking, I'm saying.
The comments are spectacular.
We're trending.
Your mother's divine.
I mean, she's got the voters wrapped around her little finger.
And she's keeping Cárdenas out of trouble.
Something bothering you? Who's this guy Mariachi? [dramatic music plays.]
No idea who you mean.
I see.
You send out messages and make calls to a man, and you don't know who he is? [dramatic music continues.]
[Zacarías scoffs.]
It was you, Zacarías.
[dramatic music intensifies.]
And you told them to murder Valeria Duque.
["In a Heartbeat" by Cavendish Music playing.]
[song fades out.]

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