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Julieta! No, baby, no!

- What the fuck happened? No! - Nobody touches the body.

Call the head of hotel security.

Jiménez, go to the victim's room.

Nobody enters or leaves that room or the adjacent ones.

What the fuck happened? No! My love! No!

Where were you?

Where were you, huh?

Vázquez, you're with me.

- No, Julieta! No! - Are you the groom?

No, my love! No!

I'm deeply sorry, sir.

No!

No!

MEDICAL FORENSIC SERVICES EXPERT SERVICES

Can you please repeat your name more slowly?

Darío Antonio Guerra Andrade.

Thank you.

Continue, please.

My father-in-law

invited me for a drink,

and I was very tired.

But...

But I accepted because I felt obligated.

But I went back to my room because I left my cell phone there,

I don't know.

I don't know, I left it... I fell asleep, I don't know.

Fuck!

Where is Julieta?

They also found a body they could not identify.

They were investigating

and he said, "Please, don't let it be my sister."

And I said, "We have to go back to find out."

I remember very vaguely.

But...

- Alma. - ...Patricia arrived and...

Put out that crap!

I don't really remember the moment.

- I know I was shocked... - Hey!

...because I wasn't expecting that news.

Hi. I didn't think you were here.

Sorry, I forgot to tell you, but there's no electricity at our place.

So, we came to watch the show here. Is it okay?

- Yes. That's fine. - Come, sit. It's great.

Don't tell anybody.

But she's your sister.

Hey.

Are you okay?

I'm Fernando.

Yes.

Yes.

- I'm fine. - Do you want popcorn?

Thanks.

They've shown up dead.

Darío!

Darío, get up.

What happened?

Where's Julieta?

Julieta is dead.

- She's dead. Let's go. I'll explain later. - Why are you here?

- Get up and let's go. - Where's Julieta, Alma?

Why are you here? I don't feel good.

Fuck! Let's go!

You don't know who you're marrying.

Call me.

If you don't, you'll always regret it.

This time, I won't give in. This won't work.

Just remember that, whatever happens, there's nothing more important than us.

If it isn't Darío,

it's Esteban.

Oh, Alma.

Such a sick plan must come from a psychopath's mind.

The body of a person with more than two and a half months...

Did you notice anything odd?

She seemed drunk.

Yes, she was a bit distracted.

I thought she had gone to the restroom to throw up.

Do you recognize these glasses?

This one was hers.

- Fuck! No! What did I do? - Calm down. I need you to be in control.

What did we do? No.

- Listen. - Julieta. Fuck!

It wasn't your fault, okay? Easy.

Yes. No, it wasn't.

- Fuck. - What's this?

I don't know, Alma. No.

No! I swear I didn't touch her. I don't know...

We were talking and everything went black, Alma.

The girl's body was found late at night...

Nobody knows if it was an accident or a homicide.

...went to the scene to start the investigation.

After a long search, nobody was detained.

In other news, last night we told you...

Mom!

...took the life of...

- What happened? - Come. You have to see the news.

- ...impact in social media. - Hurry!

According to non-official sources at the scene of the incident,

death was immediate due to the impact from the fall.

Although it isn't confirmed yet,

extra-officially, there is a chance

that it was a suicide.

According to witnesses' statements,

the incident happened last night a few minutes after 11 p.m.,

therefore, first responders from the mayor's office

and from the Ministry of Public Safety arrived immediately.

Really? She killed herself?

Isn't that the hotel that is nearby?

Let me hear.

...Julieta Lazcano,

who was 24 years old and was getting married in a few hours.

We haven't been able to contact her family

or her fiancé, of whom we only know his name:

Darío Guerra.

The Metropolitan Prosecutor's Office has begun investigating the case

to determine if the unfortunate incident was an accident or a criminal act...

Are you okay?

Shit!

Any news?

Nothing.

They're still interrogating people.

They say they have to check

the footage of all the hotel cameras.

For now, it's anybody's guess.

Maybe she had too much to drink...

maybe it was an accident.

Did you know

that Julieta's mom was a photographer?

I already told you what happened.

We never really found out if Elena

caused the accident

that killed her or not.

Julieta actually saw these pictures yesterday,

and she told me that she understood her mom better.

Beautiful.

Something is bugging you.

Did you and Darío argue?

No, Dad. It's not that. It's...

my mom.

I asked Danna to make a collage of my mom's photos

to show them at the wedding.

I was looking at them and suddenly, I understood.

What?

Her darkness.

Her desire to die.

No.

That's impossible, Íñigo.

She was happy.

We were getting married.

Please, tell me that it's not true, that this isn't happening.

You will feel this way every day.

Every fucking day of your life, and you'll wonder the same thing.

What the hell happened?

How?

Why?

Your job was to follow Esteban Solares and not lose track of him.

Now you tell me that you lost him?

Get out of here.

- Good morning! - Go find out if you've got...

Hello.

I brought this guy some pasties.

I've heard they're very good for incompetence. Have one.

These flowers are for you, Eugenia.

What?

Will you really keep on monitoring me?

Why don't you tell me instead what you want to know, and we'll talk?

Lys!

Hi.

The others must have started. Let's go.

No, I won't join the session.

I was actually waiting for you.

Look, I'm going to be straight with you.

You were Darío Guerra's lover, correct?

Wait, is it because of your mom?

I really don't understand, Zoe.

- Karina. - Why did you come here?

I told you not to come with me, dude.

Why do you want to get involved in this mess?

It stinks in here.

Hello.

- Hi, Zoe. How are you? - Fine, Mau. And you?

Fine.

This is Karina. A friend of mine.

Hi.

Hey, I came to see you

because I want to ask you a huge favor, as a friend.

Yes, sure.

It's related to the girl that killed herself last night.

May I see her?

Please.

Esteban, we didn't come here to talk about us.

Or about something that happened almost 20 years ago.

Okay, I just want to make it clear that this chat is off the record.

Like in the old days.

Don't forget that I prosecuted you at your trial.

You were very clever.

But I didn't believe you back then.

And I don't believe you now.

People like you don't end up singing in church.

Why not?

Look, it's...

It's a long story.

I have time.

It's true that I was after Cristóbal Guerra's money.

But something unexpected happened,

and that changed everything.

Why do you want to know?

If it's because of what happened to that poor girl, it really...

No, it's not that.

It's because I need to know your story.

I need to know more than what you've said in the group.

What for?

Because you're probably the only person who can understand me.

Darío was 17 years old.

Almost 18.

And I was

his teacher.

Teacher?

High school, I imagine?

Literature.

Everything was wrong.

I was married. He was underage.

But even so,

and although I swore a thousand times I would not let it happen...

Well. You know very well how this is.

It was stronger than you.

You were betrayed?

By whom?

We agreed that this was a chat between friends, right?

It's not an interrogation.

Isaiah 7:14.

God sent my first sign.

I only had to pretend I was someone else to collect some money.

"Íñigo Lazcano."

It was supposed to be very easy,

but there was something fishy.

I realized I was being set up, that they wanted to screw me over.

My partner turned out to be very clever.

I thought I was manipulating him, but he was actually manipulating me.

Was that partner Darío Guerra?

Where did this happen? Who else was involved?

You're not on duty, Montaño.

My husband was heartbroken.

He seemed like a different person.

He was like a madman. I had never seen him like that.

That man,

level-headed,

confident,

was unrecognizable.

Mad with pain,

with shame.

What happened to him?

Did you get divorced?

He's dead.

A heart attack.

And I don't want to know...

- What? - What happened to the fiancé.

I don't want to know if he was involved in her death.

Do you think he was involved in that?

Alma, I don't know.

But I'm certain of one thing.

And that is that no woman

that has loved Darío Guerra can ever be the same again.

In one way or another...

she's doomed to hell.

The usual things in these cases, massive multiple injuries, burst organs.

No signs of previous violence?

No, at least not obvious.

Some results are still pending, but it all points to a suicide.

How about the toxicology exam?

Besides alcohol,

she tested positive for benzodiazepines.

Okay.

Hey, Mau.

What's up?

What is this?

She's missing a fingernail.

That is one of the pending results.

Oh.

Okay.

GARBAGE CAN

So far, none of the crap that you've told me

explains your conversion.

Talk to me about God.

God saved my life.

I'm here because of God.

I was running away from the police,

and I went into a place where I thought I could be safe.

And there, I ran into hell.

Into my own hell.

Death was coming towards me

and I felt a fear I had never experienced before.

But the Lord protected me.

I saw the light like Saul of Tarsus on his way to Damascus.

Saul, who?

Saul of Tarsus? Saint Paul?

The Roman soldier that persecuted Christians and...

Okay, you don't believe anything that I'm saying, right?

Not even a little bit.

I mean, just between you and I, between friends.

Off the record.

I hate it when you waste my time like this.

If you hate wasting your time,

stop monitoring me.

Look, I don't expect you to believe what I'm telling you.

But at least,

give me a chance to show you that I'm a different person.

One more thing.

The last time you saw him was in New York, right?

Do you know why he was there?

- Did you speak with him? - No.

No, and I don't want to know.

I don't want to know anything about Darío or about anything.

Lys, there are lots of gaps in his life that I need to fill in,

and only you can help me.

I can't help you with anything.

But do you want to know why I am here?

I came to this group

trying to find help to heal my wounds.

And you're reopening them. Don't you see?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

I understand.

But if you change your mind, please contact me.

I need to talk to you.

Please, Lys.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

I NEED TO SEE YOU. LAS DELICIAS MOTEL. 9 PM.

No questions, Mendoza.

Starting now, I want to be informed of Darío Guerra's every move.

Understood?

Mr. Lazcano, I'm sorry to bother you. This will only take a few minutes.

It's my daughter's dress.

The one she was going to wear.

I hope it's not a problem that I brought it.

Not at all. In fact, I'd like to talk about her and the groom.

How and when did she and Mr. Darío Guerra meet?

A bit over a year ago.

I gave Darío advice on a legal matter

and shortly after that, I invited him to work with me at my firm.

Darío is a very bright young man

with an impressive future.

I mean, it's not hard to understand why my daughter

fell madly in love with him as soon as she met him.

May I ask what type of legal matter you advised him on?

What's wrong?

Is my son-in-law a suspect now?

No. We're just collecting information and every detail is important.

Well, I think the important thing

is knowing that Darío loved my daughter

as much as she loved him.

And what my daughter did... Well.

What happened to my daughter...

doesn't make any sense.

Do you know if Julieta

had a history of depression,

or if she took tranquilizers or antidepressants?

I say this because the toxicology exam came back positive

for a very common ingredient in those types of medication.

No.

I wasn't aware that my daughter took anything like that.

Do you know

if there is or was a family member

with a history of depression?

Her mother.

My wife. Elena.

We never knew what happened, but

if you ask me if she...

would have been capable of killing herself...

Yes.

Check this out.

"In 78% of cases of suicide by jumping from heights,

there is telescopic coxofemoral fracture

as a result of..."

Shit. I have to show this to Mauricio tomorrow.

Of course.

Wonderful excuse.

What?

"Hi, Mau."

"Shall we see if the victim

has telescopic coxofemoral fractures?"

You are such an idiot.

You wish, dude.

Do you think I didn't notice you flirting with your little friend Mau?

Listen.

My little friend Mau is my only access to the morgue, okay?

And yes. I did flirt, but it was on purpose, love.

Why did you introduce me as your friend Karina?

Really? Again?

You should ask yourself if you're really gay

or if you're just heterotraumatized.

You know what? I won't have this conversation with you again.

I swear I won't.

You bore me so fucking much, really.

LAS DELICIAS MOTEL

Ma'am, the hard drive, finally.

Why this late, Jiménez?

Honestly, because it's a mess at the hotel.

And the security equipment is being replaced.

How convenient.

Well, you know what to do.

Pay special attention to every movement on the tenth floor,

the bar where the bachelorette's party took place, and the roof.

Yes.

- Did you find the victim's cell phone? - No.

It wasn't there.

Focus on that. It's the priority.

Perfect.

Esteban?

What the hell are you doing here?

I came to pick you up.

We have to fucking leave already.

Darío, this is crazy.

That would be a confession of guilt.

What do you think will happen when they check the cameras?

Let them check. We didn't throw Julieta from the roof, did we?

We don't know what's in those cameras.

Darío.

- Did you tell me the truth...? - Of course I did.

And I need you to trust me

like I am trusting you.