Original subtitles

- No! Julieta! Julieta, no! - Sir!

No, honey!

My love, please!

- No, Julieta! Julieta!

No!

A NETFLIX SERIES

Lys.

- Taxi!

Lys!

Lys. Lys.

And then I was him.

I was that stranger that touches me as if he had ten hands.

That kisses me as if he had 100 mouths that bite me and devour me.

I want to stop…

but I can't.

And I don't know if it's the pleasure or the desire

for me to stay there in that moment and to die in that instant.

Or the anxiousness.

The anxiousness of seeing his face, of seeing his eyes.

Those eyes.

When I reach for the light to try to see better,

and when I wanna look at him

to see those eyes,

I can't because he's not there.

Because I wake up then.

Is… is it always the same, you never see his face?

No.

But you do know who it is, don't you?

Yes.

Of course I know who it is.

But?

But I'm afraid if I see him, I'll be dragged back into that hellhole.

There's a quote by Carl Jung that I like a lot.

Mm-hmm.

"The way to enlightenment

is always through making the darkness conscious,

not through fantasizing figures of light."

Right.

I know that one.

So the best thing might be for you to face your own darkness,

then you could reclaim your freedom.

Did you think you'd be rid of me?

All you had to do was follow Hephaestus's orders.

Have sex with Brenda,

repair your father's reputation,

fuck my brother over,

and collect your $50,000.

- Hi. - Hello.

You need me alive too, asshole.

For now.

But the tables have turned.

Don't spend it all at once.

You're going to need it.

Here you are.

Now you take orders from me.

Thanks.

Where's your cane?

PREVENTIVE DETENTION CENTER

Don't need it anymore.

Why not?

Do you believe in miracles, Bug?

Huh.

Do your parents know you're here?

No.

And if they find out, I'm dead.

A heart balloon.

I was going to make a fool of myself and tie it to the rear bumper of your car.

UNKNOWN

Hey.

- What's up? - Hey, listen.

I have a video you need to watch. It will fucking blow your mind.

- Yeah.

Well, it's…

it's your name on it.

It's… it's addressed to you and

Mrs. Solares.

I don't know.

It looks like a wedding invitation or a gala or something.

Do you want me to get it to Guadalajara for you?

No, no, no, no, no, no. Don't bother. Um…

I was planning to be in the city this weekend.

I'll get it from you.

And… …I'd like to see you.

See me?

What for?

Listen, I'm at the university, and I need to head into my class.

- I'll see you on the weekend, okay? - Leo--

Where were we before the interruption?

It's not very fancy, but…

- It's fine. - We can spiff it up.

Here we go.

There. I'm gonna make sure it's closed. Otherwise, the tenants get annoyed.

The owner decided

to convert the apartments into bachelor suites.

There's lots of students in here.

Oh. And how did you know about it?

Karina lives here.

Karina, your friend from university?

Mm-hmm.

We've been together nearly a year now.

- Together? - Together.

Sometimes I stay at my mom's place. Sometimes I stay here.

It's that way.

Eugenia, I was surprised to hear from you.

Please come on in.

What is it?

Esteban Solares was released from prison.

- Three screws and a titanium rod, Bug.

It only hurts once in a while now.

- That's great. - I should've had the operation sooner.

It's in here.

Halfway down.

It's the key in the middle, okay? To make it easier.

Got it.

- Let's see.

Here it is. Welcome home.

I know it's not exactly inviting right now.

- Hey… - But you can fix it up little by little.

I'll help you make it more comfortable, okay?

Bug, everything is perfect.

It's just what I need. Thank you.

Oh! I got stuff.

- Look.

Mmm, coffee,

tea, cookies, and

a little something to drink

so we can celebrate.

I gave up the booze.

I also gave up cigarettes, you know.

Okay.

A lot has changed in my life.

But why?

How… how come he got out after only a few months? Why so soon?

The usual.

- The orders came from higher up. - Who up there would wanna do this?

Up is up, Alma.

Want one?

No. No, thanks. I quit two months ago, and I'm sticking with it.

- I'm sure turning himself in helped.

That's why I turned myself in.

If I wanted a fresh start, I had to come clean.

But the trial didn't answer all the questions.

My mom is still really pissed about what happened, you know?

I was only protecting myself, Zoe.

He does this all the time.

He just sows the seeds of doubt in his defense. And that's how…

You were there, Eugenia. Esteban denied all of it.

He wanted it to look like I was making it all up

or that I was actually out of my mind.

There's proof.

Everything can be verified with ballistics from the night you shot my brother.

You're lying! You know perfectly well you're distorting the truth!

But still,

she has always insisted

that you confessed by the pool that night.

That isn't true.

- She was very upset.

She was beside herself.

- She hit me in the back with a bottle. - Ah!

He convinced everyone that my arguments were distorted.

And he used Leonardo's shooting to discredit my testimony.

Esteban is a pathological liar and a master manipulator.

I believe you, Alma.

- I've always believed you. - Hmm.

The fact is, neither the police in Morelos nor our office

were able to gather sufficient evidence to get him.

It ended up being a minor charge.

Obstruction of justice.

Listen, Zoe, I've done a lot of bad things in my life,

but I'm not a murderer.

I admit it was all about the fucking money.

Back then, I was completely obsessed and resentful,

thinking destiny had robbed me of everything,

of the opportunity to have everything I'd ever wanted,

my… my career, my future.

And my mother?

Hmm?

I was in deep, Bug.

I'm a different person now.

The Esteban you knew no longer exists.

Do you want more coffee?

Sure.

It's still really hot.

That's plenty, thanks.

You still haven't mentioned anything about what happened with Darío.

Huh?

Tell me what happened at the factory.

Huh?

What happened to Darío? Where is he?

Are you in touch?

No.

Mmm, why would I know anything about Darío?

If Esteban is back here, then maybe Mr. Guerra isn't far.

Darío is part of that past that I left behind.

- Hello. - Hello.

Would you happen to be Dr. Mónica Rivas?

Yes, I am.

- Pleased to meet you. Lys. - Likewise.

I was told that you have a therapy group here for women.

Mm-hmm.

I do that.

I don't know much about how this sort of thing works,

but I… I'm interested.

I need it too.

What are you suggesting? Esteban and Darío--

I'm just offering possibilities.

Police in Morelos think it's most likely that there was an accomplice.

Someone had to help him.

Hmm.

I don't know anything.

And I don't want to either.

Good evening.

It was the amazing grace of the Lord that saved me from my sins.

Thank you, Father, for giving me sight when I was blind.

And today, brothers and sisters, I have a simple question.

Where does evil come from?

Because inside each and every one of us, there are two wolves.

- You're dead. - Calm the fuck down.

Fighting, confronting.

Did you think you'd get away with it?

Calm down.

That is the battle between good and evil.

That is what defines us.

Because on one side, there is the wolf of darkness.

But on the other side lives the wolf of light.

The question is, which of the two wolves will win?

Which wolf will prevail, I wonder?

The wolf that will prevail

is the wolf that you, brother, that you, sister,

choose to feed.

So now you know.

You choose the wolf of darkness

or the wolf of light.

How could you? You led me to those lawyers like a lamb to slaughter.

What are you talking about?

- You know you betrayed me. - Calm down, Esteban.

- You calm down. Close your eyes. - Calm down.

- Say goodbye, asshole. - Hey! Police!

Psalm 148, brothers and sisters.

Praise our Lord from heaven.

Let all his angels praise him.

Let all his armies praise him.

And we who gather together today

will praise our gracious Savior.

A big round of applause because it is his love that has saved us.

So let's clap with all our hearts and say "amen"!

- Amen! - Yes!

Shh, shh. Not so fast.

- Zoe. - What?

Isn't what we're about to do illegal?

My uncle would have done the same if the situation were reversed.

Stop worrying.

Let me know if anyone comes.

- Oh great. This sucks. - Come in.

Come in, Kar. Come on, damn it!

Esteban's a private investigator, right?

Or was.

And I'm studying forensic medicine. It's the same shit.

What if he was telling the truth?

That's exactly what I wanna find out.

I'm checking his room.

Be careful. Hurry.

HOLY BIBLE

Kar.

What?

Come see this.

Help me.

Hold the light. Thanks.

The… This…

This is a bullet hole.

Damn it.

Alma.

I'm so sorry, my love.

What hurts me the most is that I won't get to see you again.

There are so many things that I wanna tell you,

but the most important is that I love you.

I love you with my entire being.

I was drowning without seeing you.

Why can't you leave me alone?

We can't escape something like this.

Why can't I stop?

The last time I saw him

was around a year ago, in New York.

I was at an art exhibit admiring a painting that I know

that brought back painful memories.

Eros and Psyche was the theme.

Are you all familiar with the story?

The Greek myth, but refresh our memories, would you?

Mm-hmm.

Psyche was a young woman

who fell madly and deeply for the god Eros.

The son of Aphrodite.

You know, that annoying little cherub called Cupid,

who spends his time shooting arrows tipped

with that infernal poison called love into our hearts.

Yes, that guy.

As was the custom among the Greek deities,

Eros decided to capture Psyche and bring her to his palace.

And there, every single night ,

he would visit her secretly and anonymously in her bed.

There, Psyche discovered desire…

and came to know its ultimate limits.

But

there was one restriction.

She wasn't allowed to see his face.

Yes, that's right.

Eros made love to her

every evening after nightfall…

until that fateful night when Psyche, eager to see his face,

broke the cardinal rule and gave into temptation.

She brought the light of an oil lamp closer

and shone it over Eros.

To her surprise, she did not discover the monster she had expected to,

but the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on.

Unfortunately,

a drop of oil fell from the lamp onto his face, burning him.

For Psyche,

that moment would trigger her descent into hell.

She would need to confront Charon

and come face to face with Cerberus, the hound of hell.

And, of course,

Psyche means "the human soul or spirit."

So what's the point?

Pardon?

You went on and on with this whole story of a married woman who becomes obsessed

with a beautiful but much younger lover.

Alma, it's her story.

Is this about a trip to New York, or an art show, or Eros and Psyche?

If you let me finish, I'll explain the context.

Tell me something. Do we know each other? Have you heard of me?

Do you know Esteban?

Huh?

Did Esteban put you up to this? Are you two working together?

Alma, don't.

Don't.

I'm sorry, Lys.

I was out of line.

I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry.

IMAGES OF DARÍO GUERRA

JULIETA LAZCANO OVIEDO AND DARÍO GUERRA ANDRADE

IN PRAISE OF THE STEPMOTHER

HOPSCOTCH

Hello.

- Hi, sweetheart. - Hey, I didn't know you were coming.

Now you know I wanted to surprise you.

- I missed you. - Me too.

I love you.

Let's go.