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Julieta! No!

No, my love!

What the fuck happened?

No, my love!

No!

No!

A NETFLIX SERIES

Lys.

Taxi!

Lys!

Lys.

And then he arrives.

It's strange that he touches me as if he had ten hands.

And kisses me as if he had 100 mouths that bite and devour me.

And I want to stop...

but I can't.

I don't know if it's the pleasure or the desire

to stay there in that moment and to die right then.

Or the anxiety.

The anxiety to see his face.

To see his eyes.

Those eyes.

I take the lamp, and when I want to turn it on,

and when I want to look at him,

when I want to see those eyes,

I can't because he's not there.

Because the dream ends.

And it's always the same one, but you don't see his face?

No.

But you know who it is, right?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

But?

But I can't see him because I know I'd live in hell again.

There is a phrase by Carl Jung that I really like.

"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light,

but by being conscious of their darkness."

Yes.

I've heard it.

Maybe if you face your own darkness,

you can recover your freedom.

You thought you could get rid of me?

You only had to follow Hephaestus' orders.

Sleep with Brenda,

clean up your father's honor,

screw Leonardo over,

and collect your $50,000 dollars.

- Hello. - Hello.

You also need me alive, man.

Maybe.

But the terms changed.

Buy yourself something nice.

You'll need it.

Good luck.

Now you work for me.

Thank you.

Where's the cane?

PRETRIAL PRISON

I don't need it anymore.

What happened?

Do you believe in miracles, Bug?

Do your parents know you came to get me?

No.

They'll kill me if they find out.

It was for you.

I almost made a fool of myself and tied it to your car's bumper.

UNKNOWN

Yes.

Well, it's...

It's an envelope that is addressed to you...

and your wife.

I don't know, it looks like a wedding invitation

or something like that.

Shall I send it to you to Guadalajara or what?

No, Alma. In fact,

I'm planning on going to Mexico City this weekend.

And

I'd like to see you.

See me?

What for?

Look, I'm at the university and I'm about to start a class.

- I'll see you on the weekend, okay? - But...

What were we doing, miss?

It's not very pretty, but

- it's something. - It's great.

Oh!

Come in.

Oh! Just let me close the door or the neighbors will get angry.

The owner decided to turn the apartments into bedrooms

and she rents them out to students and such.

How did you find this place?

Karina lives here.

Karina, your friend from university?

We've been together for almost a year.

- Together? - Together.

Don't look at me like that.

And sometimes I stay with my mom, sometimes I stay here.

It's this way.

Eugenia, your call really surprised me.

Come in, please.

Is everything okay?

Esteban Solares was released today.

Three screws and a titanium implant, Bug.

It only hurts occasionally now.

- I am glad. - Maybe I should've had surgery sooner.

It's right there.

This one.

It's the middle key, okay? So that you know.

Okay.

Let's see.

It's here. Come on in.

I know it's not very cozy yet,

but little by little I will help you feel at home, okay?

Bug, this is perfect.

It's just what I need.

Oh! I bought you...

Look.

Coffee,

tea, cookies, and

this, in case you wanted,

I don't know, to celebrate.

I don't drink anymore, Bug.

I also quit smoking.

Okay.

A lot of things have changed.

But why?

How come he was released so soon? What happened?

You know.

- The typical "orders from above". - But from whom?

Above is above.

- Do you want one? - No.

I've been quitting smoking for two months now.

Turning himself in also helped.

That's why I turned myself in.

To clear everything up and start anew.

But the trial didn't clear everything up.

My mom is still very pissed off about what happened at the confrontation.

Bug, I was only defending myself.

...he plants everything that can defend him.

That's how you've never...

You were there, Eugenia.

Esteban denied everything.

He wanted me to look like a liar.

Worse, he wanted everyone to think I was crazy.

There's evidence. The ballistic test from when you shot my brother confirms it.

Fuck, that's a lie! You know that you're lying!

Well, yes,

but she insists

that you confessed everything at the pool.

That is not true.

Your mom was very upset, she was...

She was out of her mind, she broke a bottle on my back.

He convinced everyone that my arguments were misrepresented.

He used the excuse of Leonardo's shooting to discredit my testimony.

Esteban is an evil manipulator. He's an expert liar.

I believe you, Alma.

I always did.

But the fact is that neither the Morelos police

nor we had enough evidence against him.

It ended up being a minor case.

Obstruction of justice.

Look, Bug, I've done many bad things in life, but

I didn't kill anybody.

And yes, everything was for the fucking money.

I was completely resentful, obsessed.

I felt that life had taken from me

the opportunity of having everything I always wanted,

my career, my future...

My mom.

I was fucked up.

I'm just someone else, Bug.

The Esteban that you knew doesn't exist anymore.

Do you want more coffee?

Yes.

It's very hot.

That's fine, thanks.

You still haven't

told me anything about what happened with Darío.

Huh?

What happened at the factory?

Huh?

What happened to Darío? Where is he?

Have you seen him?

No.

Why would I know anything about him?

If Esteban is free, Guerra is probably nearby.

Darío is part of the past that I left behind.

- Hello. - Hi.

Are you Mónica Rivas, the therapist?

Yes, that's me.

- Nice to meet you. Lys. - Nice to meet you.

I was told that a women's help group gathers here.

That's correct.

I am not sure how that works, but

I'm interested.

I need it.

What are you saying? That Esteban and Darío...

I'm just thinking out loud.

The Morelos police had the theory that there was an accomplice.

Someone had to help him.

No, I don't know.

And I don't want to know either.

Good evening.

What's up?

Sublime grace of the Lord that saved me, a sinner.

Thank you, Father,

because you gave me sight when I was blind.

And today...

Today, brothers and sisters, I have a simple question.

Where does evil come from?

Because inside of us, brothers and sisters,

there are two wolves.

- I'll kill you, bastard. - Calm down, man.

Fighting, face to face.

- You really think you can fool me? - Easy.

You deceived me.

That's the battle between good and evil. It's what defines us.

Because on one hand, there's the wolf of darkness.

But on the other hand, there's the wolf of light.

And which of those wolves will win?

Which one? That's what I wonder.

The wolf that'll win, brothers and sisters,

is the one that you, brother, and you, sister,

decide to feed.

So now you know.

There's the wolf of darkness

or the wolf of light.

You sold me out. You set me up with those lawyers.

What the fuck are you saying?

- You betrayed me. - Calm down, Esteban.

- You're going to die. Close your eyes. - Calm down.

Psalm 148, brothers and sisters.

Praise the Lord from the heavens.

Praise him, all his angels.

Praise him, all his heavenly hosts.

And today, gathered here,

we will praise the Lord.

We will applaud him because, thanks to his love, we are saved.

So, let's applaud him and say "amen!"

Amen!

Quietly.

Dude.

- Isn't this illegal? - Listen.

Esteban would do the same in this situation. Come on.

Keep an eye out down there.

Oh, shit. Come inside.

Come in, dude! Karina, damn it.

Esteban is a private investigator.

Or was.

And I'm studying forensic medicine and it's the same shit.

What if he told you the truth?

That's exactly what I want to find out.

Keep an eye out, okay?

Yes. Hurry up.

It's... This...

Dude.

What?

Come here.

Hold this.

- Shine some light. - Yes.

It's... This...

This is a bullet hole.

Shit.

Alma.

I'm so sorry, my love.

What hurts me the most is that I won't see you again.

There are so many things I'd like to tell you,

but the main thing is that you know that I love you.

That I love you with all my soul.

Without you, I was drowning.

Why do you do this to me?

You can never escape something like this.

Why can't I stop...?

The last time that I saw him

was a year ago, in New York.

I was at a gallery looking at a painting that brought back

difficult memories.

The topic was Eros and Psyche.

Do you know the story of those two?

Can you remind us, please?

Psyche was a girl

who fell madly in love with the god Eros.

He was Aphrodite's son.

You know that little guy, the jerk with the little arrows,

that is always screwing up our lives with that curse called love?

Well, that one.

As is customary

among Greek gods,

Eros decided to kidnap Psyche and take her to his palace,

where he secretly and anonymously visited her every night

in her bed.

This is how

Psyche experienced desire

beyond every limit.

But

there was one condition.

She could not look at his face.

Exactly.

Eros made love to her

every night in the dark.

Until the day camewhen Psyche

couldn't keep resisting the temptation of seeing her lover's face.

She brought an oil lamp closer

and, to her surprise,

she discovered that, instead of a monster,

she was before the most beautiful guy she had ever seen.

But then,

a drop of oil fell on her lover's face, burning him.

Poor Psyche

had to pay for that glimpse by descending to hell,

outwitting Cerberus

and coming face to face with death.

By the way, Psyche

means "soul" in Greek.

What is that all about?

Sorry?

Yes, that tale,

that story of a married woman who falls in love

with a much younger and handsome man.

Alma, please.

What's this story about New York, the museum,

the painting, and Eros and Psyche?

- If you want, I'll finish and explain... - Tell me something.

Do you know me? Do you know anything about me?

Do you know Esteban?

Did Esteban make you come here to say all this?

Alma, that's enough.

That's enough.

I am sorry.

I am sorry, Lys.

I am sorry, everyone. I'm sorry.

IMAGES OF DARÍO GUERRA

JULIETA LAZCANO OVIEDO AND DARÍO GUERRA ANDRADE

MARIO VARGAS LLOSA IN PRAISE OF THE STEPMOTHER

JULIO CORTÁZAR HOPSCOTCH

Good morning.

- Hello, my love. - Love, why didn't you call me?

I would've come to pick you up.

You know, a little surprise.

- I missed you. - Me too.

Is everything okay?

Shall we?