All language subtitles for Dark Desire - 02x10 - Everyone Reads Their Own Story.NF.WEBRip.x264-TEPES I

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In Mexico, hopscotch is called avión,

but it's the same game
called rayuela in Argentina.

In hopscotch, you can hop
straight from one to ten

or backwards,

or in the order each person wants.

When Cortázar wrote his novel,
he wanted readers to read it

any way they wanted,
in the order they chose.

They could start in the middle,
at the end, anywhere.

But then you can't understand the story.

No, quite the opposite.

The story can be understood
in many different ways.

Let's just say that

everyone reads their own story.

Life is also like that game.

It has different paths.

You can see it in different ways.

Sometimes we think
that we are getting away,

and we are actually

getting close.

Love is also like that.

Fucking shit! Why the hell are you here?

Do you know Lys?

I don't, but apparently you do.

Why the hell are you here?

If you don't know her,
why are you in her apartment?

- Come, I'll show you.
- What are you doing?

Touch the inner part of your belt,
in the middle of your back.

- What is this?
- They're called trackers.

Did you think you'd just flee like that?

Can you explain why that woman
is fucking your dear boyfriend?

Supposedly, that

is Darío's mother.

Listen to me.

You won't fuck up my life again.

I know very well what you're capable of.

What we're capable of.

Both of us.

Where is Alma?

Where the fuck is Alma?

So, that's what it is.

What do you like about her?

What arouses you about her?

What does she do to you
or give you that you like so much?

Or do you remember this?

And when I touch you like this...

- Don't touch me.
- ...who do you think of?

- Her or me?
- Don't touch me.

I won't say it again.

Where the fuck is Alma?

I love it when you act like this.

Have you noticed?

This is a pact between him and me.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Keep quiet.

Baby, couldn't you have waited
until we got home?

How delicious.

Lys became part
of the support group I attend.

From the start I thought it was...

I thought it was such a coincidence
that she'd also been Darío's lover.

Fuck! Can you stop watching
that video, damn it?

Okay.

So?

Lys told me
she was his literature teacher.

How did she go from being his teacher
to being his mother?

The only reason I can think of
is that she's Alberto Guerra's widow.

He was the uncle that adopted him
when his father killed himself. Remember?

Hold on.

Estradiol.

Estrogens.

She's probably a woman

over 40.

What are you doing?

Can you tell me what you're doing?

Please check
if there's any medication in that box.

Look, Esteban, I need you to listen to me.

There is a chance
that Darío has a brother.

Or a doppelganger,
or an impostor, I don't know.

Can you pay attention to me?

What?

When you investigated Darío,

you weren't sure because you found
too many different records, right?

Darío Guerra Andrade

is the son of a famous lawyer
called Alberto Guerra Macías.

His mom's name is Lucero Andrade.

She's a housewife and a famous socialite
who currently lives in Paris.

What do you think about that information?

That we're investigating
the wrong Darío Guerra.

What is that?

Darío Guerra is the son
of Antonio Guerra Valladares,

a mechanic from Teopanzolco, Cuernavaca.

Then how can he have
such a spotless background?

Darío's past is flat-out incomprehensible.

Exactly.

That's why you thought
there could be two Daríos, right?

So why couldn't there be someone
pretending to be him now?

- I saw him myself entering the hotel.
- Yes.

Lys?

Lys, it's me, Leonardo.

I know you're there.
I need to talk to you.

We need to leave right away.

Lys, open the door, please.

- Come in, I'll turn on the light.
- Thanks.

What?

Come on, Mau,
you should've left the lights off, dude.

I have my own order as well.

Here are the copies of the autopsy report.

- Oh, thank...
- Okay, ma'am.

- What?
- This is between you and me.

I don't have to explain
the mess I'll be in...

I know perfectly well.

- Don't worry.
- Are you sure?

- Are you sure?
- Thank you. You are very kind.

Let's see.

Oh, no.

It's a lot of pages, man.

Oh. Let's see, toxicology exam.

Perfect.

Sure, you wanted to hide abroad

without realizing
you could have hidden very well

in a city with a population
of over 25 million, right?

Whose idea was it, Alma?

Darío's?

Anyway, that's a different story.
There's lots of work to do.

Why did you bring that?

If we want to prove your innocence,

we must find a way to link
your well-read pornographer friend

with Darío and his girlfriend's death.

But first we must learn
what happened to Darío.

Yes, but let's do it step by step, okay?

He loses his beloved Alma
and the first thing he does

when he's released
is go looking for that woman?

Why?

Maybe that woman is related
to Alma Quintana's escape.

What woman? Who are they referring to?

Or maybe she's an accomplice.

Darío's or Alma's accomplice?

Both.

No. Hold on, ma'am.

An accomplice to Julieta Lazcano's murder?

Or to Alma Quintana's escape?

Let's break this down.

The blueprints that we found
in Alma's apartment...

What blueprint?

Uh-huh. Listen, ma'am.

With all due respect,

we haven't slept in 36 hours.

Can't we figure out
this jigsaw puzzle tomorrow?

Fine.

But I want you here first thing tomorrow.

Ramos, what's up? Do you have them?

They're together, ma'am.

They just went inside
the Río de Janeiro Square apartment.

This is ridiculous.

This is absurd.

I wasn't involved
in your girlfriend's death

or in the disappearance
of your other girlfriend.

Then why the fuck did you contact her?

I didn't. I ran into her. It's different.

We were both going to that women's group.

But I didn't know who Alma was

or that she had had
a relationship with you.

What's the matter with you?

Why do you think
there's a macabre plan behind all this?

Because I know you told her about me.

Yes? And haven't you considered
that maybe she told me about you?

Because that's how these groups work.

Women go and talk about their experiences

with Machiavellian men,

with wicked men,
with narcissistic men like you.

Don't say stupid things
that not even you believe.

You gave her my book.

Yes.

I gave her your book.

And we also talked about Hopscotch.

So what? What's the problem?

What worries you?
That she finds out about our history,

about how things happened?

Fuck! Shut up!

Shut the fuck up
and tell me where Alma is!

- I don't know.
- Answer me.

You don't know?

Then why the hell were you leaving Mexico?

Answer me!

For the same reason
I left New York when I saw you.

Because I knew that if I had you close

I wouldn't be able to resist.

I wouldn't be able to hold back.

Get off me.

I know that you want it.

What you're going to see
is the unedited video

that places you in the crime scene.

What video are you talking about?

- Where did you get it?
- Look.

Didn't you see that drone?

I was in shock.
I don't remember seeing any drones.

I didn't kill Julieta.

She wasn't on the roof when I got there.

Her body was already in the water.

Wait. What's that light?

Isn't Darío there? Is there someone else?

No, there's no one else.

Fuck! If that shit
had recorded 30 seconds earlier

we'd know what happened.

What if it was your Darío?

Darío was completely unconscious.

It had to be someone else.

You heard Montaño.
Maybe Lys is Darío's accomplice.

I don't know.
Anything could be happening right now.

They could be fucking in her apartment.

How about Leonardo?

Tell me. Why does he know her?

Why did he go to her apartment?
What did he have to say so urgently?

Alma, it's too many questions.

Why don't you go get some rest

and we'll talk tomorrow?

Moreover, let's get some rest
because tomorrow will be a long day.

What are you doing?

Don't worry.

You are not lucky enough to sleep with me.

I will sleep here.

Leonardo Solares?

Yes?

Hello.

I'm Lys, a friend of Alma's.

Lys?

- Was it really a mistake?
- Yes, it was.

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

This didn't happen.

You and I don't know each other.

You and I don't know each other.

So, what's the plan?

Locking me up here forever?

Maybe.

Or at least
until you tell me where Alma is.

What?

I'm changing.

This place really
doesn't bring back memories?

Don't get the wrong idea.

I'm here because I distrust you,
because I know you're behind this.

That's all.

Let's see. Over 0.08
means you're drunk, right?

She was at her bachelorette party.

Love makes you drunk too, right?

No kidding, and then add to that
the damn benzodiaze... that shit.

What?

Benzo...

...diaze...

...diaze...

...pine.

...pine.

Benzodiazepine.

Exactly.

Lord, keep me away from all evil, Lord.

Lord, I ask you
to help me find the light to move forward.

Thank you for all the love you show me
through your word.

Lord, keep me
on the path of righteousness.

Lord, keep me away from all evil.

Lord, I ask you that your wisdom

and your light

accompany me throughout this day.

I ask you to protect

Alma and all the people I love, Lord.

Let your word guide my steps, Lord.

- Ramos.
- Were you asleep or what?

No. I am here.

Any news?

No. Darío hasn't left. He's still inside.

Okay. Stay there.

Let me know if there's any movement.

Good morning, ma'am.

Hi, Jiménez. Any news?
Do you know anything about that woman?

Nothing. We ran her photo
through facial recognition

and her face isn't in any databases.

And the address?

- Is there information on the place?
- Yes, there is.

It's under the name of Ernesto García.
But we're investigating.

Let me know when you have good news.

You bet!

Ma'am.

The people in Sacramento finally sent
Julieta Lazcano's call logs.

Come on, Mendoza.

If we have the phone,
what do we need the logs for?

Sorry, I thought you needed them.

What I need is to talk to Íñigo Lazcano.

You didn't tell me how it went
with your Uncle Esteban last night.

Unremarkable.

Unremarkable?

Didn't he say anything
about what's going on with your mom?

Did he say how he'd help her?

- He knows she's innocent, right?
- Karina...

Let me wake up properly, okay?

I came home late last night
and the wine gave me a headache.

What?

Did you have wine with Esteban?

Yes.

A bit. Why?

Go figure.
I thought Esteban didn't drink anymore.

Well, and who is the detective here?

You or Esteban?

Calm down, dude.

I'm glad I didn't lose the bag. Thanks.

You are very welcome.

Here's a clean t-shirt,
if you want to change.

Will you be long?

I don't know.

There are no schedules in field work.

I left food
and something to drink in the fridge.

See you later.

Don't forget Lucinda's suitcase.

García's mom said she gave it to Montaño
and that it must be at the station.

It's very important.

I'm sure we'll find information there
that tells us if Darío

has a brother, a cousin, something.

Can you forget about Darío
and his clones for a moment?

Sit down, relax, and enjoy this place,
as nobody will find you here.

See you later.

If you get bored,
there's a great porn film there

called The Evil Stepmother
and the Horny Teenager.

And I left you some popcorn too.

Thank you for agreeing to come.

And I apologize for my behavior yesterday.

I still don't understand
why you released Darío.

And I understand
that you don't understand.

You still haven't told me
why you asked me to come.

There's a new party involved in the case.

Someone we don't know

and that you might be able
to help me identify.

Do you know this woman?

Of course.

She's Darío's adoptive mother.

- You were here yesterday, right?
- No.

Yes, you were.

If not, how did you know I was leaving?

The time, the gate?

Last night I thought maybe
it was you, but now I'm certain.

What are you talking about?

About a CD I had
with some memorable moments

of you and me.

It was in the DVD player in my room,
but it's no longer there.

So, if you didn't take it,

someone was here, in my home.

They saw it, grabbed it, and took it.

Are you crazy? Turn that off.

Why?

It's part of our tradition.

Hey!

Darío, what's up, son?

Did you find the wine?

Alberto.

Oh, Alberto.

Alberto Guerra.

Alberto Guerra and his wife, Lys,

adopted Darío
when his cousin Antonio killed himself.

So, Antonio Guerra
is Darío's biological father.

That's correct.

Darío's father,

Alberto Guerra's cousin,

and for a while,

the only heir to both men's grandfather,

Cristóbal Guerra.

What happened to the inheritance
when Darío's father killed himself?

Mr. Cristóbal Guerra

contacted me
to ask for my advice regarding this.

He wanted to leave his inheritance
to his great-grandson,

to Darío.

I advised him
to set up a trust in New York.

Of course.

That was when the altruistic Uncle Alberto
decided to adopt him.

That's correct.

Darío had to collect

that inheritance when he turned 21.

- Didn't he collect it?
- No.

In fact, that's when I met him.

By then, I already lived in California
with my daughter.

Darío contacted me because somebody
had collected the inheritance.

An impostor,
somebody that pretended to be him.

The fake Darío Guerra.

- Lys! It's Leonardo.
- Leonardo.

My next-door neighbor
must have a key to my house.

Hurry, because Darío
could arrive any minute.

That damned little light.

That's why the book is called Hopscotch.

And why am I supposed to like it?

Because it tells the story
of a desperate love, full of absence,

of dreams.

Because it's a novel about obsession.

And you never know where it starts,

much less where it ends.

Alma!

What happened? Where were you?

I don't know who you are,

the savior who came to rescue me,

or the motherfucker
who's been leading me on.

And I don't know if you're the teenager
that fucked his mother.

- Lys is my adoptive mother.
- That's great!

That makes me feel so relieved.

She was your accomplice, right?

- You did this to incriminate me.
- Alma, don't be absurd.

I came because I thought
Lys was involved in your disappearance.

Where were you this whole time?

Ask her. You know lots about my life.

- Alma, let's leave.
- Don't touch me, liar.

- I'm not lying.
- Let me go!

What truth?
That you didn't know Alberto Guerra?

That he wasn't your uncle?

When you actually lived with him,
celebrated his birthdays

and even shared the same woman.

So, you took the video, right?

If Lys wasn't your accomplice,
you wouldn't be looking for her.

We did the same thing.
You were also in the apartment.

- Have you been lovers this whole time?
- What? That was years ago.

Now I get where you get money
for new clothes,

- for private jets, for passports.
- She's never given me a fucking cent.

I'm sure she's the one who stole my money.

Alma Quintana?

You have to come with us.