Camila: It must be eating away at her to become what she hated the most.
Pote: And what’s that?
Camila: Me.
Pote: She’s nothing like you. You don’t even deserve to speak her name.
Camila: I know more about running a cartel than she ever will and you know that.
Pote: Shut your mouth, Camila, or I will shut it for you for good.
Camila: You’re welcomed to try.