- I hope you like it. - Surely yes. - I did it with love and especially for you. - Don't eat it! - What's wrong with you damn! - Nazareth, what's wrong with you? - You couldn't eat it, you couldn't even taste it! - I have reason to believe it. Can you help me? - Are you Kimberly's mom? - Yes. How do you know her name? - Maritza, Wally. We need to talk. - No. Sorry. But Paloma, you don't behave at all like where the Zorrilla is. You don't come to do the cleaning here. - Yes, you are right, Wally. I'm a journalist. I work here with Valeria and Renato Fantosi. He's right now... - Valeria. She is her mother, she has the right to know the truth. - How true? What do you know about my daughter? - Nazareth, what's wrong with you? - You crazy wretch! It was for Henry! - Nazareth you are shaking.
- No! - We deserve an explanation, Nazareth. Why did you do it? - Sir, I am sure that Miss Clarisa has put something very ugly for dessert. - You hate me! You've always hated me, that's why you always come into my life! Well done that your son is a plant. - Keep calm, please!
- Clarisa, calm down! Take it easy! What happened Nazareth? What did you see? I hope this is a misunderstanding. You are making a very serious accusation against my daughter! - Sir, you have to analyze those cakes. I'm sure you will find something very wrong there. And if not, fire me if it seems fair to you. - No and no one is going to analyze anything! I forbid it! - Calm down Clarisa, stop yelling! - How am I going to stop yelling? If I have to remove everything that I have inside that hurts and tears me! - Clarisa, what's wrong with you? What's wrong? - Everything is your fault!
- Clarisa! Clarisa! Since you came into my life everything changed! It changed my family! My dad changed! - It's all your fault, you bastard!
- Clarisa. - I hope you bite yourself, you bastard!
- Shh! Take it easy. [Crying] - We would like to tell you where your daughter is, Maritza. But unfortunately we don't know either. - Renato is collecting all the information, there are many clues. I know it is not easy, but we ask you to be patient. - So it is a kidnapping. - Apparently yes. That is why Renato traveled to the interior of the country. - From what you say, it doesn't look like kidnapping, but human trafficking and that's... - That's right, Wally. We think so too. Sorry to say it this way, but there is no point hiding it anymore. - What source? Who is it? Is it someone who knows my daughter? - We cannot reveal your identity. It is a rule of journalism. - We are developing Kimberly's case confidentially. Please, we ask for your total discretion. No one can find out. It could jeopardize the work we are doing. - But is your source reliable? - Totally reliable. - And while, what do I do? Do I stand idly by while some pig is abusing my daughter? I am going to report her disappearance to the police. - Maritza. - Maritza, if you want to go to the police to file a complaint, you are within your rights, but I ask that you please do not reveal what we have discussed here. - I think the most prudent thing to do is to wait for Renato to return with the information from Kimberly. It is the most prudent thing to do. - Daughter, please. Calm down Clarisa! - I hate you!
- Shh! I hate your disgusting saint face! You condescending hypocritical ton! You have to die, Henry! I hate you! - What's going on here, Clarisa? What's wrong with you? - To bleed. Die. You have to cry and suffer like poisoned dogs! Like dogs, die! - Daughter. - Little daughter, what have you got?
- No! No, don't touch me! Don't touch me, I'm dirty. - I am dirty!
- What's wrong with my sister? - I'm calling the ambulance. They have to intern her! - No! No! My princess only needs us. Clarisa, my love, look at me, I'm your dad. - Peaceful. I'm with you.
- No! No! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Eat! Eat and die, all of you! As dogs! I am dirty. - No, no. - I found this in the trash. It was what she used to cook that. - You had to eat it and die!
- Take it easy! To disappear! Only when he disappears am I going to clean up! You had to die! - Calm down daughter. Little princess, what's up my love? - Mommy. Mom, Mom. Order him to eat it. It doesn't matter if that's on the floor, let him eat it to death. I know that you also want to see him dead. Let him eat it. - No daughter, no. You are delirious. - Ahh! - Clarisa.
- Ahh! Clarice princess. Calm down, little doll, please. Keep calm, keep calm. Here's your dad with you, okay? Take it easy. Calm down. Here I am with you. Here it is, dad. Here it is, dad. Shh. - Ahh! - Love, I'm here. - The moqueguana dissolved us! - It is unconstitutional, anti-country, anti-tradition, anti-everything! - It is the antichrist! He can't come and dissolve us just like that! We were already about to give him his question of confidence, not to bother us. - Well, he scrubbed himself. He will go down in history as a dictator! - What do we do now? - He must be vaccinated as a coup plotter! - He has already dissolved us, - how are we going to empty it?
- No one has dissolved us. That is corrupt. We are not dissolved companions. We must immediately return to our seats and defend our silver. Our... No, our homeland. - Let's suspend the moqueguano! - Yes!
- Yes! Go! - Yes!
- Wretched! I have decided to constitutionally dissolve Congress. - He dissolved it. - This is a historical fact, but they asked for it. How did they intend to do an express vote of magistrates before the question of confidence? They couldn't be more obvious. But they think that people are stupid and that we don't understand anything. - Paloma, with the congress dissolved, the immunity to the congressmen ended. Benito Becerra will be left unprotected. - It's just what I was thinking. This fits us like a glove. - To us and to the whole country. Shielding will run out. - But he still has 30 days left. What if he escapes? - We cannot allow it. We have to make the complaints that we have to make, now. - You are right. Let's gather everything we have to file a complaint against Benito Becerra. - Now you won't back down, Paloma. - I swear I do not. You will see. - Guys, the president closed Congress. Daughter. - Mommy. - What's up, my love? Sit down, sit down. What did the journalists tell you? - Kimberly has possibly been a victim of human trafficking. - Human trafficking? Daughter, no. That is outrageous. - They have sent a journalist especially to find out in the area. They say they have an informant, but they won't tell us who it is. - Oh no. That means they are doing horrible things to Kimberly away from here. - I don't even want to think about it, mom, because I'm going crazy. I do not want. - Daughter, no. - Henry, they closed Congress. Are you watching TV? - Well! Well! What a happy day for Peru, wow! This is what had to be done a long time ago, get all those scoundrels out of Congress. - Yes. How good to get up and realize that these scoundrels are no longer disguised as suits boycotting our country. - Incredible, but how good. - Well? Is very bad. It is a coup. Oh, they have fired Becerra. What will become of Petete! - Oh my love. Who cares about Petete? Let's be honest. You, your leaders, and 50 other people at most. - Shut up, Pocho! Do you endorse a coup? What they are doing to us is terrible, they are imposing a dictatorship on us. - What dictatorship, woman? Are there tanks in the streets? Is there a curfew? There is absolutely nothing. - Yes, I believe that 90% of Peruvians - want to go out to have a party.
- Yes. - Oh, what's going to happen to Becerra? It is an attack against democracy. They will surely ban Petete. Oh! They are going to come looking for me and they are going to take me to a concentration camp. Jesus, Mary, Joseph. - Luchita, please. You're just a neighbor who was helping him, which I didn't like. - Yes, I think that Becerra wants to run away. - Don't you dare speak ill of him! - And why not? If we all know that this Becerra is tremendously corrupt. - Slander! - Mom, forget it already. All the people are happy except you. - Oh the reds invade us, the Cavians. They will surely come to the house and they will want to take my little dress, my things. Oh, so why! Why! The dictatorship is coming. I want to die. How scary! Oh! Benito, this is the fifth time I've called you. Why don't you answer me? As soon as you receive my message, please call me. - Merry! - Paloma. - Did you hear? - About what? - They closed the congress. - What? No, I was disconnected. Really? - Yes, how you hear it. It's all over the news. Nobody stops talking about it. - My God, no wonder Benito doesn't answer the phone. Wait. They closed it.
