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"From this shore, even when my lover shines in my blood,

shines like an angry star…

I arise from my own body, taking care not to step on my own smile,

I go to meet the sun."

"From this shore of nostalgia, everything is peaceful."

"The music is a friend of the wind,

a friend of the flowers,

of the rain."

"She is a friend of death."

I just know that he sent this invitation.

And besides, his fiancée is from the United States.

They must have met over there. I don't know.

But how the hell do you explain the wedding here in Mexico

in a hotel that's just a few blocks from my house?

And so is that why you've been looking at his social media?

In Mexico, I get it, but right near my home is unbelievable.

Her parents could live around here.

No, no, no. Listen, Moni, you don't understand, okay?

This was all planned.

So it was planned,

and Darío and his girlfriend fly 2000 km in order to mess with you?

Just don't obsess over this, please.

What are you thinking about?

There's something different about you.

I don't know. Maybe it's Mexico. It's been a long time.

Do you like it?

I love it. I love everything from you.

I'm so happy. I mean that.

Love you.

Darling.

Why do you wanna talk to this girl?

- I've got to warn her. - Warn her about what?

Warn her about Darío.

She doesn't know who he is. What he's capable of doing.

And you're gonna stop them, right?

Alma, you're lying to yourself.

No, I'm doing it for her. I care about her.

She… That poor girl's out there right now living a lie. She…

Mm-hmm.

All right.

This woman is in love with him, and she's a grown adult,

and she does not need your help with this, okay?

You, of all people, know that warning her won't do anything.

What happened is you saw him, and you want to see him again.

- Hmm. - And maybe all of this is true.

But do not feed your obsession.

Don't reach out to that girl.

Alma, do not do it.

- What do I do? - Exactly you've been doing.

Go on with your life, continue with the group therapy.

Don't talk about it with anyone, especially not with your ex.

- Yeah, it's just-- - But it's nothing.

You know that Darío is like a drug for you,

so you have to treat the situation like an addiction.

- Here you go, Manuel. - Thank you.

- How you doing? Just eat up, okay? - How you been doing?

Guillermo, you good?

- Betty, hi. - I'm all right, thank you.

Esteban,

how are you?

Well, it's been days since I've been this happy, Father.

I'm very glad to hear.

And we're lucky to have you.

Remember, Esteban,

happiness is found in his service.

- Amen. - Amen.

Uh, Esteban, I need to ask a favor.

Well, we need some strong volunteers for a construction project.

- A shelter for single mothers. - Hmm.

- Will you help? - I'd be happy to.

Perfect. I'll add you to the list.

Great.

- Your last name is? - Solares.

- Solares. Sorry. Esteban Solares. - Esteban Solares.

- Esteban Solares. - Íñigo Lazcano.

My name is Íñigo Lazcano.

I was born in Mexico City,

from a Basque father and a Mexican mother.

I'm here to represent my client, Darío Guerra

and his great-grandfather, Cristóbal Guerra.

I'm here to execute the…

- What? - Trust fund.

Trust fund. To execute the trust fund.

Your passport.

"Íñigo Lazcano."

Your name, sir?

It's Íñigo Lazcano.

Ah, the bride's father! That's right!

Yeah, guilty as charged there.

- Congratulations, Mr. Lazcano. - Thanks a lot.

We've reserved the entire tenth floor for you and your guests.

That's wonderful. Would you see if my daughter has arrived yet, please?

Sure, Mr. Lazcano.

The groom checked in yesterday, and the bride, this morning.

I see. Thank you.

We'll take up your luggage to your room. Welcome, sir.

Thank you very much.

Hey! How's my girl? Oh, get over here. How've you been?

- It's great to see you. - You too.

- Thank you. - How are you?

No, no. Tell me how you two have been.

Couldn't be happier, sir. How was your trip? You must be tired.

Dad, I couldn't say no to them.

It's been so long since we've seen each other,

and we needed a girls' night before the wedding.

Fine, fine.

- Isn't that right? - Of course, my love.

Anyway, it could be fun.

Maybe I'll do my bachelor party that night.

- That's an idea. - I'm going to behave myself.

What about your friends? They'll behave themselves?

Obviously, Dad. You know what they're like.

Hmm. And yet I still don't trust them.

Who's going?

Well, Danna, Paola, Mayte…

- You're dead, you son of a bitch. - Calm the fuck down.

- Calm down. - You set me up with those lawyers.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - You know what I'm saying.

- You betrayed me. - Listen to me. Calm down.

Close your eyes, you bastard.

Just wait.

Hey! Police!

Are you all right, darling?

Yes, my love. Just a bit of a headache.

- I'll go find you an aspirin, yeah? - Thanks.

- Is that him? - No.

No, it's not.

It just looks like him.

- Do you know if he got out yet? - No.

But I'll find out.

You okay?

Is this because of Uncle Esteban or…

Esteban?

Did you visit?

He's my uncle.

I never really stopped talking to him, Mom.

What are you talking about? Tell me.

You never stopped? Where is he living? Have you met up with him?

- Mom! Hey, hey! Please. - What?

Mom, what's up? You're talking about him like he's dangerous.

Oh! Okay, you're gonna play that game too. That everyone believes him.

That Esteban is the victim in this.

Hey, stop it! I didn't say that, okay?

Of course you did. Listen, Zoe, please.

The story he told that he was helping us out,

and I was responsible for everything that happened that night.

Alma!

Damn it, Zoe! Don't you understand?

He told us he left with evidence, that he was a fugitive.

And then he comes back as if nothing ever happened.

It doesn't make sense. It's not logical.

It's not normal.

Oh yeah? What about you?

You ripped us all apart for a 25-year-old.

Mom, you just abandoned your family…

your career.

You don't even have a job anymore.

You live in your parents' house.

Is this supposed to be normal?

You think it's logical?

Tell me!

I'm sorry.

I don't think that you're lying, okay?

Maybe just a bit… just a bit confused.

Sorry, but you have to understand that he's my uncle.

Nothing's coming between us, okay?

- And besides, he's different now.

Trust me.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm having trouble believing that somebody…

that a person can just change like that.

It's impossible. Please, Zoe.

You, of all people, dare to say that?

You became someone else, changed overnight. Didn't you?

When you met Darío.

Now you get it.

Isn't it bad luck for the groom to see his bride in her dress

before the wedding?

Oh, come on. You know I don't believe in that stuff.

Okay? And, anyway, I wanna see my dad's face.

Oh, not mine though.

- You're gonna love it, darling!

Coming.

Father-in-law.

Son-in-law.

- Where's the bride? - Just changing in the bathroom.

Come, come.

He's already out of jail.

And you?

Learn anything about Andorra?

- No. - Dad, close your eyes.

- Huh? - Close your eyes.

- Ugh. - Close them. It's a surprise.

All right. Closed.

You can open them.

Something wrong?

That dress belonged to your mother.

It did. I had it altered.

I figured that if I wore my mother's dress,

then she'd be with me.

You're right, Julieta. It's…

a lovely way to remember her, dear.

Well, I was surprised, but…

You look absolutely beautiful, my darling.

Thanks, Dad.

But isn't it bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress

before the wedding?

- You see? I told her the same thing. - Well, then! Shall we? Let's go!

Oh, okay. Bye.

"If I were to dare to look and say

it is because of his shadow so soft attached to my name,

then far away, in the rain of my memory,

it is because of his face

which, burning in this verse, disperses a perfume

a reminder of his vanished eyes."

"On the other side of the night, love is possible."

"Take me."

"Take me in between the sweet moments that die each day in your memory."

"Maybe I am mad because I want it."

"I want this as much as death."

"I close my eyes and dream of madness."

"It is a being forever with all the beloved ghosts."

Sorry.

Alma, hi.

Lys was just reading some poems of Alejandra Pizarnik's.

Mmm.

She's a poet from Argentina. You know her?

Yes.

She committed suicide like Castellanos.

Well, I wanted to read you all these passages because

it's exactly the experience I had.

Desires so intense that I was powerless.

Desire that had me living in a dream that I knew was becoming a real nightmare.

Of course, at first, I thought it was a game

that I could walk away from whenever I wanted.

I was sure I was in control.

But then, little by little, it became obvious I wasn't.

That it was he who had power over me.

It was as if I had no will of my own,

as if I couldn't stop myself,

as if inside me,

he controlled what I did, what I thought.

You tried to tell him it was over?

Yes.

Many times.

What would happen after, when you would tell him?

I was free.

Many times I'd walk away, and then

I'd be able to stop for a few days, but

he'd come back to me and say that one phrase that

would pull me back once more.

What phrase?

"Something like this, you can never escape."

They retrieved this a few days ago.

The Andorran bank didn't wanna cooperate, so it took months.

When was the footage taken?

While the pandemic was in full swing in Europe.

What do you think?

That isn't it you?

Íñigo, be serious.

I was in New York

trying to find out which son of a bitch collected my inheritance.

But you two look so similar.

Something different in the eyes, but…

Anything?

Nothing that useful, unfortunately.

See.

There.

He's spending all of his time praising the Lord…

serving breakfast to the poor…

and building shelters for single mothers.

Hmm?

Ma'am, could I be assigned to something a bit more interesting?

Who said that there's nothing interesting here, Mendoza?

METROPOLITAN GRAND HOTEL

- Hi. - Oh, good afternoon.

Hi there. I'm looking for Julieta Lazcano.

- Just a moment. - Thanks.

Hello, reception.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

- It'll be awesome. - Yeah!

Listen to me. You're gonna look beautiful, and we'll take care of the rest.

Okay.

We're late. Come on.

I know, but I've missed you all so much. Love you.

We love you too, girl. Now Go! Go get ready, beautiful!

- Do you have the number? - Yeah.

Hi there.

- Sorry. - Thank you.

- Uh, which floor? - Ten.

Excuse me.

- Have a good one. - Bye.

Julieta,

we have to talk.

Have we met?

Uh… I…

Well, I know a few things about Darío.

Please, listen to me.

Darío and I were lovers.

What is this?

You don't really know Darío, but if you let me tell you…

- Let go of me! - Sorry. I am sorry.

I just need a moment, okay? Because I know I am looking like some crazy ex right now.

You need to hear something.

Will you listen?

Hey! Just listen to me, Julieta.

- Wait, please. - I'm calling the police!

No. Please just listen to me.

I'm not gonna do anything to you. Call me.

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

Hello, my darling.

- Sweetheart. - How are you doing?

- Who was that? - Oh, this lady had the wrong room.

I'm gonna get ready for the party, okay? Love you!

Shit! Shit! Goddamn it!

What did you say?

Only the truth.

That she doesn't know who she's marrying.

You're fucked up, Darío.

Is that right, huh? Hmm?

What about the woman who was just harassing my fiancée?

Don't try to manipulate me. It won't work this time.

How'd you know where she was? Were you following me?

You mailed the invitation to my house.

Invitation? What the hell are you talking about?

Let me guess. It's another coincidence just like the others, right?

Darío, you planned this.

Planned what, Alma? Fucking hell! You're driving me crazy!

Okay, then.

You wanna know what my plan is?

To forget you.

To forget all about the pain.

And to get out of Mexico.

Leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.

I just wanted to forget the pain.

To fall in love, get married.

Try to have a life, a normal life, like you had.

- Have someone next to me in my bed. - Stop.

I found all of that there with her.

And then I see you.

- No.

I'm not afraid.

You can't pull me in.

We're tied to each other.

No.

No, because this is all a lie.

And you are a fucking liar.

You won't trick me this time, Darío, because I know.

I know that you didn't come back for justice or revenge.

Only money.

I'm aware of your family's past.

The factory here.

The $200,000,000.

So you faked your death and got out of Mexico.

"Faked my death"? Are you even listening to yourself?

"Oh, Alma, what hurts me the most is that I'll never see you again."

What in the fuck was that, asshole?

The video, the explosion. You think I'm stupid?

- I meant every word, everything. - Julieta's real, or is she part of it too?

Julieta's got nothing to do with it.

Me, Brenda, Julieta, Zoe.

All of these poor women that you've come across in your damn life,

they're all part of a sick plan that you've got with Esteban.

You don't know how to do anything for love.

Your only motive is money, asshole.

- You believe that? - Yes.

You wanna see how I burn this $200,000,000?

Yeah.

"Maybe I am mad because I want it."

"I want this as much as death."

For Psyche, that moment would trigger her descent into hell.

And, of course, Psyche means "the human soul."

Jules, Jules, tell me the truth. You're getting nervous, right? Cold feet?

What do you mean?

Girl, it's, like, super common.

They say that before you get married,

it's like there's something you can feel in your heart, and you panic.

No. Come on. No.

Okay. You listen to me.

If you regret marrying him

or have a moment where you think you might regret it,

I'll grab you, and we'll go away to a desert island, okay?

- I love you. - Love you more.

Ooh, yes! Thank you so much.

And one for the bride.

- To your wedding. - Cheers.

Leonardo, how are you?

I'm just calling to confirm that I'll be seeing you

at my daughter Julieta's wedding.

You got my invitation, didn't you?

I did, yes. I've got it right in my hand.

The wedding is next Saturday, isn't it?

That's right.

I'll be there, of course. I'll see you.

Where were we?

I swear to you I didn't send that invitation.

My father-in-law is in charge of everything for the whole wedding,

the guest list, all of it.

This can't be a coincidence, Darío.

The invitation was addressed to Leonardo and came to our old house.

Wait. You're… you're not with Leonardo?

No.

We got a divorce.

And so now I live in an apartment building.

It was my parent's. It's near here.

I've gotta tell Julieta.

What?

- What do you mean "tell Julieta"? - Listen.

I think she's wonderful.

I wanted to marry her, but now that you're here…

No, you can't do that. I'm…

- Listen… - Alma, this thing that's happening to us,

it's so much stronger than we are.

You never escape something like this.

Jules! Jules!

- You're leaving us? - Just going to the bathroom.

There's so much that I don't know about you.

I have no idea where you've been or what you've been doing or how.

I'll be able to explain everything. I promise.

But this isn't the right moment.

Look, me and you, Darío,

the two of us aren't meant to be together.

We both know this relationship is toxic.

It's like a drug.

Yeah.

What you do to me, it's like a drug.

You see?

So then we shouldn't do this.

Alma, you're right. We're both addicts, and I'm choosing my drug.

Don't you believe we have a choice?

- Tell me all this isn't serious. - Yes.

I'm serious because I know I can't lose you.

So screw the consequences.

You know you feel the same.

What is it?

Darío.

- Damn. - It's Julieta?

- I have to go. - What's happening?

Alma…

just remember that, whatever happens,

the most important thing is us.

Is everything all right? On your way out?

- So you're doing the bachelor party?

No, no, no. Nothing like that.

I just wanna get out and stretch my legs 'cause I'm nervous.

Sure. I'm headed to the lobby bar to have a drink, calm my nerves.

Why don't you join me, then? My treat.

Sure. Good idea. Let's go.

Actually, I have a question, since we have privacy.

I noticed that Julieta seemed a bit strange.

Something happen between you?

Um… No, no. We're fine. You know, everything's fine.

- Let's go have a drink. - Let's go talk, then.

She seemed strange? Strange like how?

I'm not sure, but she seemed upset.

Listen, I don't wanna offend you, but it seemed to me that

she lost motivation for the wedding.

Something she said worried me.

Really? Let me give her a call.

I left my phone in the room.

I'll just get it and meet you when I know that she's okay.

- Okay. - At the bar?

- I'll see you there? - Yeah, yeah.

- Darío, don't tell her what I said. - No, don't worry.

- I'll see you. - Okay.

- Yes?

Where are you exactly?

Okay. I'll see you.

Darío?

Thanks a lot.