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Darío.

Darío. Are you okay?

- What happened? My head hurts a lot. - Get up. We have to go.

What happened? Why are you here?

Where is Julieta?

Julieta is dead.

You had it all planned, right?

- You're a fucking whore. - You've no damn clue what you're saying.

Give me my phone!

Let me go, damn it!

Let me go!

Íñigo.

- I'm sorry I'm late. - Don't worry.

I was thinking about the guy in the Andorra video.

Have you heard anything?

No.

But I have good reasons to believe he's in Mexico City.

Really?

Have you seen him?

No.

But Alma has.

Alma.

Darío,

since Julieta's death,

I've been judging you

without listening to you.

Now, I'd like to hear from you

what happened that night on the hotel roof.

Alma, I know it's a sensitive topic, but

is Darío still staying here?

If that's why you're here,

it's something I won't discuss with you,

and I'm going to ask you to leave.

No, Alma, relax.

I'm not here as your ex-husband.

I just want to help you.

I don't need your help at all.

Think.

I'm here as your lawyer.

Really?

As my lawyer, what are you defending me from?

My contacts at the prosecutor's office told me

you're a suspect in Julieta's murder.

They've started an investigation against you.

Darío and I aren't guilty. We're trying to find a way to prove it.

Leonardo, really, I know what I'm doing, trust me.

If you really want to help me, let me tell you how.

What do you need?

Do you remember Patricia García?

The officer in Cuernavaca.

Help me find her.

Sex,

obsession,

love.

Yes, every human being has those traits.

We all need sex.

We all need love.

Did you know that Alma had a very heated argument

with Julieta Lazcano before she died?

We found a video.

Very incriminating.

It was at the hotel elevator.

Alma looks

very violent.

Come on, please.

We both know how powerful passion is.

Let's go back to your murderer improvisation theory.

Alma finishes having sex with Darío, and still

aroused, dizzy from an orgasm,

decides to send Julieta a text message.

You're speculating.

Sex and love

taken to the extreme with a touch of obsession

are a very dangerous cocktail.

They can lead anyone to commit murder.

Even Alma.

Esteban.

- Bug! - Hi.

- Thank you. That's cool. Bye. - I'll go. Bye.

- Thanks! - He's very cool.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

This is the best therapy.

- We have to tear down everything by noon. - Let me.

I'd be lying if I told you how long I was unconscious for.

I just remember I woke up and Julieta was no longer there.

Was there anybody else?

Nobody.

Are you sure?

Yes, I am.

Then your lawyer lied

when she said she was with you in your room that night.

She did that to protect me.

Íñigo...

I swear I didn't kill her.

Look, Darío...

I can understand you sleeping with that woman.

I am a man.

Those things happen.

But what happened afterward...

Fuck!

Come with me.

That's it. She didn't let us do anything.

She told us to fuck off. I can't believe it.

Fuck!

You really don't want a noodle taco? They're delicious.

Really?

Bug, she took him to her apartment to live with her. I mean...

Bug, do you think your mom might have some sort of hormone problem?

Maybe she's going through perimenopause, dude, but...

What the hell is that?

Look, after 40, women's menstrual cycles

obviously become a mess, right?

And it's like a second adolescence, literally.

Their sexual appetite gets really stirred up...

A portrait of Alma, basically.

Do you think she's taking medication for that?

Well, I don't know. How is it related?

I'm trying to understand her behavior.

Lys.

Did something happen?

I'm worried because,

since Alma hasn't come back,

I was wondering if you knew anything...

Yes.

But I think she won't come back for a while.

Is she with that guy? With

Darío?

Is there anything we can do?

Maybe if you spoke with her family, perhaps they could help her.

Relax.

Her ex-husband and her daughter spoke with her...

Doesn't her ex-husband live in Guadalajara?

No, he's here right now.

And, unfortunately, he was staying at the hotel where the accident happened.

I'm sorry.

ALMA I AM HERE AT THE SUPPORT GROUP

I have to leave. I'm sorry.

- Let me know if anything comes up. Thanks. - Sure.

JULIO CORTÁZAR HOPSCOTCH

I love it.

Let's see.

Thank you so much for lending it to me.

I decided to photocopy it to give it back to you quickly.

So? Was it useful?

Did you find any clues about Dario's alleged brother?

I think I saw him.

Who?

The brother?

In fact, I thought it was Darío,

and I followed him for a while to the hotel.

- The hotel...? - Yes, that one.

Are you sure it was Darío you saw at the museum in New York?

Was it him?

Or maybe it was someone else

very similar to him, like what happened to me today.

He was running after me, he called after me...

Taxi!

Lys!

Lys!

But he never said my name.

I don't know. I'm not sure if it was him or not.

I don't know.

- Okay. - I don't know.

Darío.

Hold on.

Do you recognize this?

It's Julieta's cell phone.

We finally found it.

It was in your hotel room.

I'm not blaming you for anything.

I haven't told the police either.

In fact, I found it because I saw Alma,

Solares or Quintana, whatever her name is now,

go back to the hotel.

She was about to go into your room.

I imagine

she wanted to retrieve the phone

that she had hidden there herself.

Alma?

This cell phone, Darío,

holds the key to understanding the last minutes of my daughter's life.

Sorry, Íñigo, but I don't understand.

What's in that cell phone?

Alma's number.

And a video.

I want you to see it. Come to your own conclusions.

I know it would have been easier to take it to the police,

but I want to give you the opportunity.

To let you do it yourself.

- Íñigo... - No, don't say anything, please.

Just listen to me.

When I told you I loved you like a son, I meant it.

I am trusting you the way I would trust my own son.

I want to believe I wasn't wrong about you.

That you loved Julieta as much as she loved you.

I want to believe you'll do what's right.

Did you get the call log for Julieta Lazcano's cell phone?

Not yet. We're waiting to hear from the consulate.

That young man wants to talk to you.

What about?

The Lazcano case. He wants to talk to the prosecutor in charge.

Prosecutor Montaño, I'm Tonalli Villaseñor, from Promotur.

We're an advertising agency that specializes in tourist videos.

How can I help you?

While checking the footage of one of our drones,

we found something that might interest you.

It's footage of the hotel roof

the night that girl killed herself.

Wait there.

Don't touch me!

Or I'll call the police.

That's why you wanted to see me.

You had everything planned, right?

Fucking whore!

Let me go! Don't touch me!

Give me my phone!

No! Let me go, damn it!

OBSESSION - LOVE PERIMENOPAUSE?

MEDICAL FORENSIC SERVICES EXPERT SERVICES

Are you there?

Coming!

Hi.

I'm not trusting you because of your religious bullshit...

Come in.

...but because, at one point, I trust you more than anyone else.

And because if you betray me, you'll regret it.

Okay.

What's that? The video of Alma in the elevator?

No.

If you mention this to Alma, I swear I'll send you back to prison.

Will you show it to me or not?

What is it?

Where did you go?

Íñigo called me.

What did he want?

We finally got Julieta's body and we went to bury her.

I'm sorry.

It must have been very difficult.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know. My mind

is all over the place, and I honestly feel

sad,

disloyal.

Don't you feel guilty?

Of course I do.

I think about it every day.

But I'm still amazed

by what humans are capable of doing for love.

In the end, there is always a touch of madness

behind that word that we call "love", right?

Like how I feel about you.

I am mad about you.

I don't know how I'll get that fucking night out of my mind.

Me either.

It's different for you. You know exactly what happened. For me, it's...

a black hole in my memory.

That night, that moment

will always be fucking chaos in my head.

Darío, wake up.

Are you okay?

- My head hurts a lot. - Get up, damn it!

Calm down. What happened? Why are you here?

- We have to go. - Where's Julieta? Calm down.

Where's Julieta?

Julieta is dead.

Alma.

- When you arrived, was Julieta...? - She wasn't there.

When I arrived, Julieta was no longer there.

Julieta!

I don't know what happened to her,

if she was pushed, if she jumped, if she fell. I have no idea.

I just know that when I arrived, she was no longer there.

She was dead.

No.

Don't be upset.

There's nothing to fear.

Darío,

you and I are innocent.

We didn't do anything.

Everything will be okay.

Leonardo Solares?

Yes?

Hello.

I'm Lys.

A friend of Alma's.

Lys?

Sorry...

Don't try, we haven't had the pleasure of meeting.

I met Alma at the support group she attends.

The support group, of course.

Do you want a drink?

Yes, whatever you're having.

- Rodrigo, another one for the lady. - Of course, sir.

Thank you.

Miss.

- Hi, my love. - Hi, love.

- Who was that? - A lunatic who was on the wrong floor.

And I am the evil one?

You're harassing my wife-to-be, and I'm the evil one.

This cell phone, Darío,

holds the key to understanding the last minutes of my daughter's life.

That's why you wanted to see me.

You had everything planned, right?

Fucking whore!

Darío.

Are you okay? What happened?

- My head hurts a lot. - Get up, damn it!

What happened? Why are you here? Where is Julieta?

She's dead.

What?

What do you mean?

She's dead. We have to leave. Get up!

- Let's go. - Alma.

- What are you doing here? - Let's go, damn it!

I want to believe you'll do what's right.

Julieta is dead.

Good morning.

Hello.

You don't have to say anything.

Let's skip the "This shouldn't have happened, it was a mistake."

Allow me.

Thank you.

Look, I don't remember what we discussed last night.

Don't worry. Alma won't find out.

This didn't happen. We don't know each other.

What do you really want from me?

It was a pleasure to meet you, Leonardo.

Good morning.

Good morning, ma'am.

ALMA, I HAD TO LEAVE EARLY. I LOVE YOU.

The drone probably came this way.

The recording says 11:05 p.m.

From what we know, Julieta left her bachelorette party

the moment she got that message on her phone.

- I'll be back. - That's speculation.

Those girls had had lots to drink.

They each gave a different version about why and when Julieta left the group.

Just one mentioned that message.

Fine.

Let's forget the message.

Let's talk about what happened that afternoon in the elevator.

Alma and Julieta argue.

Alma is aggressive, violent.

She gives her that card that we later found in the victim's room.

We know that. What else?

The point is that Julieta is here.

And the drone shows that after a few minutes,

Alma comes that way.

We assume they continue the argument they had in the elevator.

The topic is Darío.

What's wrong with you?

The girl now knows that Alma and her boyfriend are involved.

You're a fucking whore.

- Alma is confused, out of control. - Give me my phone!

She's jealous, upset.

She can't stand the idea of Darío getting married,

and with a younger woman.

Maybe it wasn't premeditated.

Maybe it was unexpected.

Julieta...

is a bit drunk,

high...

incapable of resisting.

Alma pushes her off the ledge.

Then, there's nothing left to do.

Just picking up the phone, and getting out of there.

That's a very fragile hypothesis.

I'm just missing Julieta Lazcano's phone.

But without the phone, you have no evidence.

And without evidence, everything you said is just conjecture.

You're not even willing to accept the possibility, right?

Alma didn't do it.

I know her well.

One never knows anybody well, Esteban.

Hello?

What?

PUBLIC PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE

Hello.

By chance, I saw this lady, Alma, and

I had a hunch, and I went back.

She was looking in the room. Why was she there?

And we found this.

It's indispensable for the investigation.

Thank you very much.

Please, Zoe, let me talk.

I'm not asking you to be friends with Darío, Zoe.

And you don't have to see him.

I'm just asking you to let me explain.

Explain what, Alma? Huh?

That you'll tell me to fuck off

even though I'm your only daughter just to sleep with a murderer?

Just like you threw your career and your marriage down the drain?

I am not leaving you. That's what we have to talk about.

I'm not with a murderer either, Zoe.

How can you be so sure?

How? Explain it to me.

Were you there that night?

Did you see who the fuck pushed that girl off the roof?

Alma?

I'm here.

Hey.

You did the right thing, son.

Come here.

Zoe, I'll probably have to travel and I need to see you.

What do you mean? Where are you going?

Really.

I need you, honey.

I love you.

I saw Alma Solares go back to the hotel.

She was about to go into your former room.

I imagine

she wanted to retrieve the phone that she had hidden there herself.

- Fuck! - Darío!

Darío, calm down, damn it! Wait!

But I'm still amazed

by what humans are capable of doing for love.

Like how I feel about you.

I am mad about you.

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

Let them check.

We didn't throw Julieta off the roof, did we?

When you arrived, was Julieta...?

When I arrived, Julieta was no longer there.

I want to believe you'll do what's right.

Darío, you and I are innocent.

We didn't do anything.

Thank you.

See you in half an hour, okay?

It's here, right?

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Yes?

Alma.

The police came to get you. Leave through the window.

Alma?

Alma Quintana, we have an arrest warrant.

Alma!

Hey! Stop there!

Come on, Mendoza!

Someone warned them!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Where to now? Fuck!

Turn left! Go!