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I had to create that doppelganger
to save myself from Lys.

I had to deceive her.

Her,

Esteban, and all of those
who want my inheritance.

That's why I transferred the money
to an account in Andorra.

I then converted it to bitcoins
so nobody could track it.

Excuse me.

My dad was blamed
for Leslie Delgado's death

because of that fucking money.

Luis killed Alberto
because of that fucking money.

I was just scared, Alma.

And I know it sounds crazy,
but I had no other choice to save myself.

I had to create that character. I had to

make another Darío exist.

And the photo in the suitcase?

- I saw a photo of your mom with twins.
- Yes.

Yes, I...

I created that evidence

so they'd really think
there's another Darío.

- You're completely crazy!
- No, my love. No!

Don't say I'm crazy. It's me, Darío.

You attacked me. You checked-in
to the hotel to have an alibi.

You went back to my apartment.
You could've killed me.

- No! No, my love.
- Yes. And Montaño and Lys too.

You killed Julieta.

No.

No.

I'm not a murderer.

Carvajal's testimony will ruin you.

He says that

you asked for his help
to impersonate Julieta's seamstress.

That you asked him to give you
Dario and Alma's video

fucking in the laundry room.

That you asked him to delete

the security videos
from the hotel cameras.

And that you planted evidence
in Alma's apartment.

I don't know if I can, Lys.

I am taking too many risks. Okay?

You have no choice.

You have to talk.

Bring Alma.

I'll only tell her the truth.

I don't know what the relationship is

between prosecutor Montaño
and Esteban, but...

But I know him.

I know and distrust him. Look.

Everything is here. It's here.

Look.

I knew that if I confronted them,
I was at risk, Alma. Look.

Look what they did to me.
They wanted to kill me, Alma.

Get down!

That's the whole truth.

Now you have to make a decision.

Now you know everything.

You can report me
for pretending to be someone else,

but that has nothing to do
with Julieta's death.

Or we can start a new life together.

Yes.

Yes, my love.

You and me.

A new life away from everything.

You know nobody
will look after you the way I do.

Is that a yes?

Yes.

Let's go anywhere you want.

Let's go, my love. Yes.

- Looks like we'll finally be free, right?
- Yes.

Yes.

Ma'am.

- We have news from Mendoza.
- What did he learn about Mark Jennings?

That he's dead.

It's the typical case of identity theft.

Mark Jennings was a US citizen
who lived in Laredo, Texas

and who died five years ago.

His age and build
match our Darío Guerra's.

Or at least his doppelganger.

How could he evade
the security filters at the border?

Apparently, the security filters
at the border gates

are way more relaxed.

Tell Mendoza to check
all the videos from the gates.

And to not come back until the guy
who crossed with that identity shows up.

Okay.

Everything that Esteban told you is true.

I was there that night.

I had been watching her for a while.

I approached her
the same way I approached you.

To get information to manipulate her.

I sent her the video of the laundry room.

I wanted to see

how she reacted
when she saw her husband-to-be

fucking someone else
a few days before the wedding.

Why?

What was the point of that?

To fuck up her wedding.

- Jules, where are you going?
- To the restroom. I'll be back.

Send Julieta the video,

drug her,

and take her to the room
where you were fucking

in order to create a big scandal.

But things didn't turn out
as you expected.

Julieta!

Why are you here?

Shouldn't you be
at your bachelorette party?

I'm Beatriz,

the seamstress that altered
your wedding dress.

What happened?

Honey, what's going on? What's wrong?

What happened? No... Come here, hold on.

Have a sip of water.

Thanks.

At the beginning, she was very upset.

But soon she vented,
and started telling me everything.

It's just that

I received a video
of my fiancé with a woman,

fucking.

And I don't know what to do.

Well, I think that

you have to talk.

I'll tell you what.

Let's go find him.

- I'll come with you, and you can talk.
- No.

Thank you.

You'd better leave.

How can I leave?
How can I leave you here like this?

- Come, let's go.
- Leave, please.

I need to speak with him alone.

- He's coming here?
- Yes.

- Oh!
- Thanks for the water.

I barely had time to hide.

My love.

Darío?

What happened? Why are you here?

I couldn't see them, but I heard

how they yelled.

How they fought.

What were they saying?

I don't know.

I cannot tell you the exact words.

But she was in bad shape,
in really bad shape.

- I'll fuck you up, Darío!
- I heard her cry, yell, and then...

Shut up.

- Shut up.
- There was this great silence.

I waited for a while. I...

I couldn't tell you how long it was.
Maybe seconds,

but it felt like an eternity.

Julieta!

Then I saw you arrive.

Julieta!

Darío!

Darío, what happened?

I didn't quite understand
what was happening.

But I felt fear.

- Panic.
- My head hurts a lot.

- Damn it, Darío, get up!
- Relax, Alma.

What happened? Why are you here?

Where's Julieta?

Julieta is dead.

What?

- What do you mean?
- She's dead, damn it!

My instincts told me I had to leave.

That I had to flee.

When I came out, it was empty.

I just saw Julieta's phone on the ground.

The one you tampered with.

I didn't want to harm Julieta.

She wasn't my target. She never was.

And why did you decide to change plans?

To punish Darío and me,
while you're at it?

You haven't understood anything.

Can't you see, Alma?

This story

isn't about you and Darío.

This story is about me and him.

I lost my mind over Darío.

Because of Darío
I was capable of doing things...

that I never thought

that I would do.

I killed my husband because of Darío.

Knowing that Lys will go to prison

doesn't make me happy.

I don't even feel relief.

I know.

But that's how most crimes of passion are.

Deep down, they respond
to a momentary impulse.

But when that moment is gone,

everything dissipates.

You and I knew that Lys
was always an unstable woman.

That's right.

May I take that, sir?

Please.

Thank you.

You can take this one too, please.

Thank you.

Well, and what will you do now?

I don't know.

I haven't decided yet.

I know I made a mistake, Íñigo.

That my morbid passion for Alma
made me let Julieta down.

And I know
I'll never forgive myself for that.

But despite everything,
you always trusted me.

Because of Julieta.

Because of how much she loved you.

And also because of what you meant to me.

I always trusted you.

And I thank you for it.

For Julieta and for me.

With Darío I learned

that love is a form of madness.

That love...

is a dark desire.

When I thought that

we would start a new life

in Paris...

We have tickets for tonight.

We'll arrive in Paris
at nine in the morning.

...I realized that

he had left.

He stole from me. He took

all the jewelry and the money
I had saved for our trip.

It was

the hardest fucking moment of my life,
the saddest one.

I was pregnant.

And I had planned on telling him in Paris.

Pregnant with Darío's child?

Alberto and I
were never able to have children.

I had lost three babies.

Before

we stopped having sex permanently.

I thought life was sending me a sign.

That it was giving me a new chance.

And instead

of telling Darío the news
at le Pont des Arts,

a few weeks later,

I was having a miscarriage
at a clinic in South Paris.

Can you see why I hate him so much?

How about me?

- Did you hate me?
- No.

Not at the beginning.

I just used you.

You used me?

You used me to send me
the invitation to Darío's wedding,

to join the support group,

to manipulate me.

But to incriminate me?

To send me to jail?

What the fuck?

Why?

When I learned
that Darío was living at your place

and willing to leave everything for you,

I hated you, Alma.

Fuck, I hated you so much. I hated you

with all my might, and yes,

I wanted to ruin you
just like I wanted to ruin him.

Why are you telling me all this?

Why did you call me?

Because I'm already screwed.

Because Darío beat me again, because...

I'll be locked up here.

But you're outside.

Now the question is,
what are you going to do, Alma?

Will you rot in the hell

in which all of us stupid women

who make the mistake
of falling in love with Darío Guerra fall?

Or...

will you be the first one
to break free from it?

What will you do?

Nothing?

How is it possible?

I spent all night
checking the videos, as you ordered.

Nobody similar to Darío Guerra
crossed the border.

Not as Mark Jennings

or any other name.

- Hello?
- Are you alone?

No, give me a moment.

Can you please leave?

What's up?

I need your help.

He didn't mention Alma.

He didn't say anything about her.

And you believed him, of course.

As always.

In the end, I was right, Leonardo.

Darío didn't kill my daughter.

I don't know what he'll do now.

I don't think even he is clear about that.

I guess we all have to face
the same thing now.

Going back to our lives.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Am I interrupting?

No, Alma.

Of course not.

I want to ask you a favor.

Please don't tell me
"Thank you so much for everything".

Thank you so much for everything.

No, thank you.

I learned a lot, you know?

I learned more.

It was nice to meet you, Karina.

The most important stuff is here.

I think.

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I don't know what to say.

Thanks for everything?

Will we be able to keep on being friends?

Maybe later on.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

What's up, Alma?

Call me.

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

- What's wrong? Is it Julieta?
- I have to go.

Alma, it's me, Julieta Lazcano.
I need to see you.

- Go to hell!
- Calm down!

Fuck, calm down!
Shut your fucking mouth, Julieta!

Shut up.

Darío!

Darío, get up. What happened?

Where's Julieta?

Julieta is dead.

Hello?

Go up to the roof.

What?

I know the truth.

You killed Julieta.

Go up to the roof.

It's advisable.

What the fuck is this?

Look in front of you.

The building right in front of you.

On the 11th floor. I'm here.

Hi.

I was here that night.

I saw you.

I know exactly what you did.

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

How much do you think my silence is worth?

Do you realize what you're telling me?

Are you sure?

No.

But it's a risk I want to take.

I understand it's not easy for you.

And I know your position,
but it's essential.

Last time, okay?

Let's make that clear.

Come in.

Ma'am, this is Officer Sandoval.

He is our Financial Intelligence expert.

Very well.

You'll work together with Mr. Lazcano.

Let's see
who the real owner of this account is.

The bell boy is taking care
of your luggage. Do you need a cab?

- Yes, please. As soon as possible.
- Of course.

A taxi...

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INVALID USER

Fuck.

Fuck!

Son of a bitch!

You did it again.
Esteban and you planned it all.

That's bullshit.

Your wedding,
Esteban's alleged religious conversion.

You had it all planned. Right, bastard?

I'll kill you this time.
Let me go, asshole!

Let me go! Don't you realize?
Call the police!

Esteban and this bastard
are responsible for all this crap.

Let me go, asshole! Let me go!

Let me go now.

I'm a guest at this hotel.

Esteban!

Esteban!

Where is he?

Where are you, you fucking cripple?

Where the fuck is Esteban?

He's not here.

I was the one who made you come.

The fact that you're here is proof that...

Proof of what? What the hell do you mean?

You killed Julieta.

And that whole romantic scene
you told me about never happened.

She didn't tell you about her mom,
or her desire to die or her illusions.

Darío?

Love, what happened? Why are you here?

She was weak and drugged.

That's her, correct?

She's the damn lunatic from the elevator.

My love...

I don't know who sent you that video,
but I can explain.

Of course you will explain.

Don't touch me!

My love, I will explain...

What are you doing?

- Julieta, what are you doing?
- Don't touch me!

She was very jealous,
that's why she called me.

Alma, it's me, Julieta Lazcano.

I need to see you.

- Now?
- Yes, now.

Where are you exactly?

I'm at the rooftop, on the 11th floor.

What did you do?

What the hell did you do?
Give me the fucking phone.

What did you do?

You had it all planned out, right?

You and that damn whore!

- Stop saying bullshit!
- Don't touch me, bastard!

I'll call the police
if you touch me again, bastard.

Yes, I am sorry, my love. Forgive me.

I'll explain.

What did she say
that made you decide to kill her?

I will call my dad

and the police and tell them everything.

Shut up.

- Calm down.
- I'll screw you up, Darío!

You won't do that.

You and your damn whore!

During that fight, she scratched your arm
and lost her fingernail.

You were never able
to explain that scratch.

And I justified it,

like an idiot.

- Alma, please stop.
- Just like everything else.

Nobody touched you, Darío.
And nobody hit your head.

There was no fake Darío

and nobody drugged you
to render you unconscious.

You just turned into an animal
wanting to kill its prey.

You are worthless.

- Go to hell!
- Calm down! Fuck, calm down!

Shut your fucking mouth, Julieta!

Shut up.

Julieta...

But Julieta was very weak.

She couldn't take it anymore.

No!

What did you do?

What did you do, idiot?

Julieta, fuck!

Fuck!

Say it.

Just say it.

Why don't you just say it
once and for all?

That way, we'll be able to leave
and we can really be free.

- Darío.
- No.

No.

- Say it.
- No.

- No.
- That you killed her.

- Say it.
- No.

- Where's the fucking microphone?
- I don't have one.

We need to get her out.
Where the fuck is Esteban?

Solares, are you there?

Give me the fucking microphone.
Where is it?

The cameras.
Where are the fucking cameras?

Where are they?

Where are they?

It was Alma!

She and he killed Julieta
and they want to blame me!

Not one more step.

Don't move.

Shoot.

The cameras are recording.

You won't do it.

You don't have it in you, love.

One of us has to be dead
so that you and I can be free.

Shit! Let's go, Jiménez!

CLEANERS

Investigative police! Open the door!

I won't stop
until I see you rotting in the street.

- Go to hell!
- Fuck, calm down!

Calm down.
Shut your fucking mouth, Julieta!

Íñigo.

What happened?

Don't you remember?

What is this?

What is this, Íñigo?

Íñigo, what is going on?

Íñigo.

Íñigo.

What is this?

Íñigo, what is going on?

Saying that I hate him
doesn't really define what I feel.

It's much more disturbing
to realize that for the first time...

I had the clarity to see his dark side.

I didn't have physical evidence

to prove that Darío killed Julieta,

but I needed confessions.

And I couldn't do it on my own.

I obviously

needed support from Montaño

and from Esteban.

From Julieta's dad...

from Zoe,

and even from Leonardo.

What took you so long?

I lost communication.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

Let's go. We don't have much time.

Relax.

Relax.

Sodium pentothal.
It is called truth serum.

I didn't want...

I didn't want to kill her.

I swear I didn't want to kill her.
She forced me.

- Who forced you, Darío?
- Julieta.

Julieta forced me. Alma...

Alma, help me. Julieta was the one

who forced me to kill her.

He could've killed you.

Do you realize that?

But some things in life
are more important than life itself.

Like freedom, for example.

Facing our own darkness
so we can see the light.

And being truly free.

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