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"That's why we'll never be the perfect couple..."

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"...the postcard,

if we can't accept that only in arithmetic the two

comes from one plus one."

"Somewhere, there's a note that just says...

'You were always my mirror.'

'I mean, that to see myself,

I had to see you.'"

So, the prosecutor suspects Darío?

Yes, that is one of their lines of investigation.

He was arrested and interrogated.

Illegally.

But in the news, they call it a suicide.

What do you think?

How do you feel about that?

I don't know.

I don't know. I'm very confused.

All of this just feels insane to me.

It was so sudden...

so intense, so...

Wild?

Wild, passionate, violent, fervent.

It's always the same with Darío.

I don't know how he does it, but he always ends up bringing out

our most feral side,

our darkest side.

That's why I don't want to see him, I don't want him near me.

And was Darío always like that?

When you met him, he was very young.

He was always like that.

What about his family?

Did you meet his mom and dad?

To them, I was just his Literature teacher.

Okay, but you met them,

you saw them up close, right?

What are you trying to get at with all this?

What do you want to know?

Don't answer with a question.

I don't understand what exactly you want to know.

Look,

what I need to know, urgently,

is whether Julieta Lazcano killed herself or not.

Look, to be clear,

I need to know if Darío could have killed her.

Darío?

- Darío, dude. The groom. The DNA guy! - Yes, I know who you're talking about.

Are you involved with him? Why are you so into this case?

Are you going to answer what I asked?

Remember our chat about telescopic fractures?

Yes.

Well,

you were right.

What?

In almost 80% of cases of suicide by jumping from heights,

telescopic coxofemoral fractures are found.

Most suicide victims land on their feet due to an intuitive reflex.

The femur gets embedded in the pelvis,

fracturing the hip due to the impact from the bone itself.

That's not what my daughter Julieta has.

That's correct.

Your daughter doesn't have that type of fracture.

And combined with the benzodiazepines found in the blood,

we can assume that she could have been

partially or completely unconscious when she was thrown from the building.

There's the answer, Mr. Lazcano.

- Lunch right now? - Yes.

I promise it won't be

at the Forensic Services cafeteria, but at a nicer place I know nearby.

And we can celebrate.

- Sorry, what are we celebrating? - Your contribution to the case.

I mean, it's a shame that my asshole boss took all the credit, but...

I give it to you.

Thanks.

My things. Sorry.

You should work here.

I would love that.

Me too.

It would be good.

Well, so?

What...?

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

Celebrating sounds really cool, but...

I have family business to take care of. Sorry.

It's fine.

See you later.

Mr. Judge?

I really need to talk to you. Your ex lost her mind.

I never heard of a brother or an alleged brother of Darío's.

I know it sounds odd.

Who told you about that? Him?

You know that the topic of Darío's family

has always been full of...

shadows, mysteries, secrets.

And yes, some things have happened lately that suggest

that Darío might have a brother.

I saw that video

that shows his twin brother,

or a doppelgänger, or someone identical to him.

What is it?

I have here a book by Cortázar I gave him.

I thought Darío was too young to read Cortázar.

Now I understand where it comes from.

There's more.

This book has poems, stories,

passages from some of his novels.

Darío read it almost obsessively.

It's one of the few things of his that I have left.

Julio Cortázar.

Personal Anthology.

"You were always my mirror."

"I mean, that to see myself, I had to see you."

May I borrow it?

Just for a few days. I swear I'll give it back.

On one condition.

Darío can't find out I gave it to you.

And he can't see it.

What I'd give to hear the audio in that video.

Yes.

There.

The card.

Darío!

Darío!

Hold on! Damn it!

Darío!

METROPOLITAN GRAND HOTEL

Alma Solares?

Alma Quintana.

- Leonardo and I are divorced. - Yes, I know.

Did you come to pick something up?

No.

- I thought I saw... - Who?

Darío?

He's not staying here anymore.

Yes.

I thought that you of all people would know that, right?

I'm sorry, it's just that I got mixed up.

I shouldn't have come.

I had better leave.

Excuse me.

Esteban.

Didn't Mendoza tell you this is when I have my celebration?

I'm sure God can forgive you for this one time.

You showed up in a hotel video

the same night that Julieta Lazcano died.

Do you want to invite me for some coffee to chat as friends,

or shall I summon you to testify at the station?

I hope you like instant coffee.

Darío.

Darío.

Darío isn't here.

I kicked him out.

Don't waste time looking for his things. I threw them out the window.

What the hell, Alma?

This time you have completely lost your mind.

I won't talk about that with you now.

You're very angry and won't understand.

Damn right I don't understand!

Who can understand what you're doing? Not even you.

Where's Darío?

Wow.

Wasn't what he did to us enough?

Wasn't what you experienced enough?

What I went through?

Answer me.

Zoe.

It's one thing to have the hots, Alma.

Okay, yes. You get involved with someone, get confused, do stupid things.

It happened to me.

But it's a very different thing to bring that dude to your house.

To the same house where I sometimes sleep, damn it!

Sorry, but I don't understand what the hell goes on in your mind.

I won't talk to you about that right now.

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello, Alma.

Thanks for coming.

I was at the hotel that night.

That day, someone

slipped this underneath my door.

You went looking for Darío because of an unsigned note?

Let's say that...

I gave in to curiosity.

What?

Have you realized that it wasn't a suicide?

We're starting to investigate that possibility.

A suspected homicide.

And I guess I'm a suspect.

Do you remember Agustín Morales?

- The Criminalistics I professor? - Mm-hmm.

Would you like

to go down memory lane and see

who benefited from that girl's death?

Huh?

Let's see what motives Esteban Solares could have had

to kill that girl.

First motive?

Revenge.

Revenge.

Very well, Montaño. Revenge. What else?

Money?

But if Esteban wanted revenge,

why didn't he attack his target directly?

Why kill the girlfriend?

I mean, Esteban was a great policeman.

He's used to action.

Wouldn't he have gone straight to Darío to kill him?

He didn't want to kill him, but to incriminate him.

That's a possibility.

What doesn't make sense is this. The money.

What benefit did Esteban get from that girl's death?

None.

Which brings me to the next possibility.

Our next participant.

Where the money issue does make sense.

Julieta was Lazcano's only heir.

It doesn't make sense.

He would have killed her after marrying her,

not before the wedding.

Maybe they had signed a prenup.

And let's remember that he has another important motive.

Alma.

Darío has been obsessed with her

for a long time, and I understand they recently met.

In fact,

they had sex a few hours before Julieta died.

That's a powerful motive.

Passionate, completely irrational.

It could have been impulsive,

unplanned.

Your old theory about murderer improvisation.

Exactly.

Darío finishes fucking Alma, and, still aroused,

dizzy from the orgasm, floating in dopamine,

he goes up.

He talks with her, they argue.

You're disgusting!

He's enraged, and in an instant...

He decides to do away with her.

It's an impulse.

Something unplanned.

Shut up your fucking mouth!

Shut up.

A simple

gesture.

Maybe.

But there's also another possibility.

Someone with lots of motives to kill Julieta.

Alma.

It's now official.

Julieta was murdered.

The prosecutor confirmed it to Íñigo.

The assessment of the fractures determines the type of fall.

The girl didn't jump.

She was thrown.

We want to help you, Alma.

Do you understand?

You brought a murderer into your house.

- You are fucking a murderer, Mom. - Zoe! Please calm down.

Alma.

We think you need help.

That's why we're here.

Alma, please,

listen to us for a moment.

We just want to help you, Alma.

You want to interfere in my life and decide what I should and shouldn't do.

Even who I sleep with.

This intervention you organized, what is it for? To help me?

Why?

Because you think that I'm crazy?

That I'm out of my wits? That I lost control?

You know what is going on.

You've been through this situation.

We've talked lots about this.

Look, I'm honestly very grateful that you want to help me.

But you won't be the ones who'll come to save me from myself.

No.

Only I have the right to decide what to do with my life,

and my body,

and who I sleep with.

Mom...

Wow.

So, please leave my house.

I told you.

It's fucked up.

Thank you.

"That's why we'll never be the perfect couple, the postcard,

if we can't accept that only in arithmetic

the two comes from one plus one."

"Somewhere, there's a note that just says,

'You were always my mirror.'

'I mean, that to see myself, I had to see you.'"

Hello.

Hello.

- I'm going to shower. - What happened? Where were you?

I called you, but you didn't answer and I was worried about you.

- I thought you knew what happened. - No.

I was here, and...

Zoe came. When she saw me, she threw my things out the window.

I went to get them. My wallet was stolen and my phone wrecked.

That's why I didn't call.

Then I saw Leonardo at the entrance and, I don't know,

I went for a walk to avoid any problems.

I need to take a shower to clear my head.

We'll talk later.

Relax.

What happened?

Where are you coming from?

Fuck, now this. Are you gonna grill me too?

Calm down. I'm just asking. That's not my intention.

But you were out all day and you've got that look on your face.

What happened?

People are really crazy, dude.

Seriously, really crazy.

What's wrong?

We have to find the dude that's pretending to be you.

She's my son-in-law's lawyer.

Or his lover, or both things, I don't know.

Her name is Alma Quintana.

I don't know how she got here.

I saw her trying to get into this room.

It seemed to me that she came

looking for something.

Something?

Like what?

I don't know. That's why I want your help.

She knew perfectly well that Darío wasn't staying at this hotel anymore.

Sir.

This is the phone the police were looking for.

My daughter's cell phone.

García.

Chief Patricia García.

No, I don't have her second surname.

She was working there a year ago.

Someone must have her contact information, right?

Thanks.

Nothing.

How could she have vanished just like that if she was there a year ago?

Do you think García has my mom's suitcase?

Of course. I gave it to her

to continue the investigation about Leslie Delgado.

I have too many doubts.

- Do you think Esteban could be...? - No, Darío. I don't know.

I don't know, but that's not important now.

But we need to know who this dude is

before Montaño accuses you of killing your girlfriend.

We'll find out.

What is that?

My cell phone.

Didn't you say yesterday it was broken?

Yes, but this is my US phone.

Take a shower. See you soon.

Íñigo.

What is it?

Darío!

Darío!

Darío!

Darío!

Buddy.

I'm sorry I'm late, but the subway was...

Don't worry. So?

- Did you analyze the capsule? - Of course, my horse.

Here are your results.

And?

Estradiol.

Estradiol?

Estrogen.

Female hormones, in simple terms.

- What type of estrogen did you find? - I don't know that.

But, unless your suspect is a transsexual who's receiving hormone therapy,

it is most likely a woman

older than 40.

Darío.

I was just going to the park.

Let's go together.

Darío, what's wrong?

Would you like to go down memory lane?

Who benefited from that girl's death?

But there's also another possibility.

Someone with lots of motives to kill Julieta.

I think the coffee is ready.

"Jehovah, I've heard the report of thee and I'm afraid."

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"Jehovah, I've heard the report of thee and I'm afraid."

"O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years."

"In the midst of the years make it known."

"Jehovah, I've heard the report of thee and I'm afraid."