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Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Esteban!

Alma, I didn't know how to tell you this before.

No, no, no, no. Don't say it.

This morning, Leonardo and I…

Leonardo is my boyfriend.

Do you have an arrest warrant for my client?

I have a subpoena in the works.

Hmm. You just can't show it to us.

You have nothing at all, Montaño. You had no right to interrogate him.

The autopsy found his DNA on the deceased's fingernails.

That's nothing?

You do recall that Mr. Guerra and Ms. Lazcano were lovers.

I don't understand.

I don't understand how the hell Alma can get involved with that asshole again.

Darío, when did you and Ms. Lazcano last make love?

- Actually, that morning, Julieta and I-- - That's enough.

If you were to check for Mr. Guerra's DNA,

I'm sure you would find it all over Ms. Lazcano's body.

If you find it, it's not any kind of evidence.

- No, we have proof that-- - Julieta Lazcano killed herself.

You have zero evidence indicating that her death is a homicide.

Bring the discharge papers so we can go.

My judgment is off, Alma. I really thought you were different.

You're entitled to your point of view.

Let's hope it's not too late when you realize how wrong you are.

Let's go, Darío.

I don't believe one second of this crap about an imposter.

That's intimidation, and you know it, Montaño.

I suggest you refrain from resorting to it,

or I'll solicit sanctions against your office.

What's happened, Montaño?

I can't detain him. Mr. Guerra is released.

What ridiculous story did you invent now, you fucking sociopath?

- Are you out of your mind, Leo? - Let go. Let go!

When did you become so desperate, Alma?

How are you able to defend a murderer just to get him back in your bed?

You're going to choke on those words. Don't ever talk to her like that again!

Just stop! Enough.

You like ending things with the women you sleep with, don't you?

Even if it means killing them.

Like poor Julieta.

We need to go.

Alma, I didn't know how to tell you this before.

No, no, no, no. Don't say it.

Leonardo is my boyfriend.

What is it, Zoe?

I understand you wanna go, but it'll seem like you're running if you leave now.

All I wanna do is get my computer.

How'd you get in?

I need to know the truth.

Trust me.

You aren't going to find it in here.

You know the truth because I've never lied to you.

Did you stop loving Julieta?

I think it's better if I leave you alone.

Don't leave.

No matter what you say, I'll never know if you truly loved her.

But I loved you…

as if you were my own son.

The son that I never had.

I gave you my trust,

my loyalty,

all my affection.

I will be forever grateful to you, Íñigo.

You've been like a second father to me, like family.

I absolutely was in love with Julieta.

- Every second since she killed herself-- - It wasn't a suicide!

Julieta was murdered!

It doesn't matter if you were on that terrace or not, you understand?

What I want

is to know why, Darío.

You two…

you killed her.

You took my daughter's life.

She has to be with that lunatic asshole

because she won't pick up her fucking phone.

Uncle?

Help me figure this out.

What is there to figure out?

I don't know. Let's see.

There's the part about that fingernail and all the police.

How Alma's acting.

I swear…

I don't get why she would go anywhere near that guy.

Does it make any sense to you?

Why are you even getting involved?

And don't give me any bullshit about protecting your mom, Bug,

because I'm not going to buy it.

- You're doing this for Zoe.

- You can't be serious. - I'm dead serious.

You have your own history with Darío, no?

And now that he's back in the picture, you might be feeling all kinds of things

like anger, disgust, fear, confusion.

I don't need your analytic bullshit.

Yes?

It's Karina.

Coming!

- Hi. - Hi, Esteban.

- Come in. - Sorry to bother you.

I saw your car out there.

Let me know when you're finished. I'd like to talk to you after.

We're done. You can talk now.

- Bye, Esteban. - Bye.

I wanna know why Julieta Lazcano

would have a card belonging to her fiancé's lover.

It's a little strange,

but it was with the wedding gifts in her room.

Do we have the records from Ms. Lazcano's cell phone yet?

Unfortunately not.

It's complicated.

The phone is registered with a company in Sacramento, California.

It's making everything harder.

Well, just have to try harder.

Did the hotel give you the security footage we were waiting for?

- Yeah, we have it all now. - Perfect. Let's see what they got.

Let's go.

And I swear

- to put an end to the argument. - Mm-hmm.

I understand perfectly, okay?

I understand that you might think that you're…

That this is something temporary.

That my becoming lesbian

was a reaction to the drama with Darío and all the crap.

But the truth is that I…

Mm-hmm.

…fall in love with the person.

Hmm?

And I'm in love with you, not because you're a woman.

I am in love with Karina.

I mean, you could

be an extraterrestrial

with no gender and 20 eyeballs…

…and I would still love you.

Darío, Montaño is gonna figure out that I lied and both of us were there.

How am I supposed to remember if I was unconscious?

Before all that.

You have to have noticed something or someone.

Any indication that would explain that there's somebody out there

pretending to be you. Think!

You don't believe me either, do you?

My opinion isn't important right now, Darío.

What's important are the facts.

So we're gonna go back over it from the beginning.

Okay.

I went to the rooftop terrace

to tell Julieta everything that happened between us.

Julieta…

Don't come any closer.

But when I saw her there on the edge of the building,

completely out of sorts, I couldn't.

She wasn't herself.

Drunk or on drugs.

Sweetheart, please come down from there.

"Sweetheart"?

You whisper that to her as well?

No.

Of course not. You are and always will be my only love. I swear to you.

- Please, come down. - Get away!

One time…

I found my mom in the bathtub, fully dressed,

crying.

I was still little.

I asked her why she was crying, and her answer was,

"Because life is just an illusion."

I didn't know what she meant back then, but now I understand her.

Sweetheart, please come down. I don't like this. Please, Julieta…

- You wanna know what hurts the most? - Sweetheart, please come down.

It's not the wedding,

or the reception, or the ceremony, or my new necklace!

It's realizing that none of it was real.

That it wasn't fucking true.

It was an illusion.

I don't remember anything after that.

It's like I blacked out.

Did you turn on Esteban, or did he turn on you?

Neither one, actually.

Esteban went to Harris & Lawson

to recover the inheritance my great-grandfather left,

but the lawyers called the police on him.

The police? Why?

Because, it just so happened,

"Darío Guerra" had been to the very same offices

to collect my inheritance already.

- I don't get any of it. - I don't either.

So Esteban thought, or still thinks, that it was all some kind of a setup

and that I took advantage of him while he was incapacitated.

- You're dead, asshole! - Calm down.

You led me to those lawyers like a lamb to slaughter.

What the fuck are you talking about?

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

- Close your eyes. - Calm down.

- Say goodbye, asshole. - Hey! Police!

That's not the case?

Of course it isn't, Alma.

I've put a lot of effort into trying to find

who the son of a bitch is pretending to be me.

I actually hired a private investigator to track the money,

and he found this video.

This is from a bank in Andorra.

Alma, just listen to me.

It wasn't me. I swear to you.

I need a fucking cigarette.

Don't get upset. I'm just as confused as you are.

All I know right now is that someone is playing some kind of sick joke.

Really? And what happened with Esteban after the confrontation?

He disappeared, and then I found out he was back in Mexico and put in jail.

Alma. Alma! Calm down now, please.

Calm down.

Mmm.

But it could be his doing, couldn't it?

He has more than one reason for wanting to screw you over.

He was in prison for enough time.

He would've had the opportunity to plan it all.

He was at the hotel that night, Darío.

What?

How do you know that?

I saw him when I was leaving the hotel.

I saw him standing outside.

He was there that night.

Do you think he could've knocked you out on the terrace?

Yes.

It's possible.

So, Esteban, if I understand you…

when you tell me about your "desire,"

you're referring to physical desire?

Of course.

I feel as if there's some kind of animal inside me.

Like a force of nature I can't control.

And today that force…

- I felt the temptation. - All right.

I know that I went too far, and…

…I didn't know where else to go, really.

Oh. You strike me as a good person, Esteban.

And I'm pretty sure you didn't end up here by coincidence.

I doubt what you're looking for is chastisement or penance.

I think you're here for guidance.

The fact that you're repenting is a good thing, Esteban.

How am I supposed to not feel the things that I'm feeling?

The Bible gives us a very clear passage in Matthew 26:41, Esteban.

It tells us,

"Let us keep watching and praying that we not enter temptation."

"The spirit is indeed willing…

but the flesh is weak."

The power of prayer.

The power of prayer is

incredible, Esteban.

I'm very fond of Proverb 6:28 too.

The question it asks is,

"Can anyone of us walk on flaming coals

without burning our feet?"

Do you understand me?

Yes.

HOLY BIBLE

What is it?

I'm wondering how I can be sure I'm with the real Darío,

not your evil twin.

How can you be sure he's the evil one?

You have to go home.

I need you to tell me what the hell is in this thing.

I wanna know what it's used for. Can you do that?

Can I do it? This is a piece of cake.

But I'm curious why you wanna know.

Are you back on the horse?

- Maybe you should be the investigator.

So can I count on you?

Of course you can.

If you want some breakfast,

there's everything you need in the refrigerator, I think.

I'll be gone for a while but should be back around lunchtime.

Thanks.

Is this the invitation they sent to Leonardo?

Mm-hmm.

It's not the same as the ones we sent out.

This one was clearly sent to inform you I was getting married.

One more thing to keep track of.

We'll just go step by step.

- One thing at a time. - Right.

I wanna come with you.

No. Today I think it's best I go alone.

I don't want people asking us for explanations.

Are you okay?

No. Honestly, I'm not.

This has all been very hard for me.

Hi. Sorry for barging in like this, but I was in the neighborhood.

And to be honest, I've been kind of worried because--

Good morning.

Excuse me.

Are you serious?

- He's staying here? - So what if he is?

Am I not allowed to live my life how I want?

Can't I live with who I want?

What you're doing is not deciding how you want to live your life.

You are deciding how you wanna die.

My life and death are my decisions.

I have the right to decide how I wanna live and how I wanna die.

- And to hell with the consequences.

Íñigo.

We have to keep pressuring Montaño.

- I have contacts at the DA's office-- - Enough, Leo! Enough!

I only wanna try to--

What you're trying to do is settle a score with Darío,

and that is not my problem.

There is nothing I can say or do to bring back Julieta.

- Understood.

- But you can't just let that slide-- - I am destroyed.

I can't go on.

I don't want to exact revenge.

I only want to be able to bury my daughter

and be gone.

To get away from this place and this awful shit.

Ma!

Alma?

Alma, are you decent?

Ma?

Darío Guerra Andrade is the son of a highly esteemed attorney

- named Alberto Guerra Macías. - Mm-hmm.

He passed away in 2008 of a heart attack.

The mother's name is Lucero Andrade,

and she's a well-known socialite who spends most of her time in Paris.

What do you make of this information?

I think we've been investigating the wrong Darío Guerra.

Hmm.

Okay. You've had a chance to tell your version of the story.

Now let me tell you mine.

What are those?

You're not the only one with secrets.

Darío Guerra is the son of Antonio Guerra Valladares,

a mechanic from Teopanzolco, Cuernavaca.

He's the one who was accused

of brutally murdering that five-year-old girl.

So you've transformed into a doer of good deeds?

What can I do for you?

I wanna know everything about Darío.

Get the hell out of here, asshole!

- Zoe. Hold on. - Get out!

- Calm down, Zoe. Dammit! - Let go of me!

Just get out! I don't want you near my mom!

I need you to listen. Hey, hey, hey! I need--

I don't want you anywhere near my mother, you fucking bastard!

- Give me that. Let go. - Get lost!

Let go!

Don't touch me, asshole!

Zoe. Shh, shh, shh.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

- Just breathe.

Let go of me.

Have you thought about how things might have been

if you'd chosen me on New Year's Eve 1995 instead of my brother?

If you decided to give your love to me instead of to Leonardo?

- Happy New Year. - That night at the party…

- Thanks. - …when you looked me straight in the eye

and told me you had chosen my brother,

I met a woman.

You a friend of Alma's?

No.

I'm here with a friend

who's a friend of a friend

who's a friend of Alma's, I guess.

This woman was married,

feeling rejected and in need of affection.

Same as me.

Well, I'm glad I came out here when I did.

What did you say your name was?

- The woman's name was Lucinda. - Lucinda.

If her name sounds familiar, you're right. She is the same woman who was married

to the unfortunate mechanic from Teopanzolco.

You realize you created this tsunami?

Are you really implying that you might actually be Darío's father?

What do you do, Lucinda?

Right now, I am trying to restart my life.

Approximately nine months after that party,

she had a baby.

And, fortunately, she was never completely stable.

After giving birth, she suffered from debilitating postpartum depression

that, unbearably, led to a horrific tragedy

that you and I are quite familiar with.

And the baby?

- It drowned. - Hmm.

She took her baby into her hands and drowned him.

Not long after, I was in contact with a doctor from Brazil.

- Edson Arantes, whose specialty-- - Come on, Esteban.

Fortunately, Lucinda kept a lock of the baby's hair.

And with the doctor's help and a bit of luck,

we were able to clone the fruit of our love.

- You are so irritating.

That's how we got back Darío and his hundreds of clones,

who could be in the thousands by now.

Are you trying to get me to laugh? Or is this all just a farce?

I don't know. When's the last time you actually had a laugh, Alma?

Why the hell were you at the hotel the night Julieta died?

- Anything interesting, Jiménez?

Yeah. Seems that Guerra's alibi is solid, ma'am.

He spent the entire night in his hotel room with his lawyer.

And then there's this.

You can see his father-in-law coming out of the elevator

and heading to the lobby bar at 10:48 p.m.

Hold on. Stop it right there.

Detective, Íñigo Lazcano wants to talk to you.

I don't believe a word of that.

You and Darío have too much history and bad blood for this to be coincidence.

- Tell the truth. - Enough! I answered your questions.

Can I get back to building the shelter?

The only thing you build is bullshit. You didn't answer anything.

- You didn't tell the truth. - The truth?

The truth is that no one can help anyone escape from themselves, Alma.

Or from their deepest desires.

I'm working on controlling myself.

I strongly recommend you try to do the same.

- Mr. Lazcano. - Detective.

Have a seat.

How's the investigation?

Do you have any evidence implicating Darío or any other suspects in the case?

Not since last time, but we're working on leads.

I would like to recover my daughter's body, please.

So I can put her to rest.

I understand completely, Mr. Lazcano, but I must ask for your patience.

We're reviewing all the footage,

tracking movement throughout the hotel before and after the tragedy.

It can be slow going

but opens lines of investigation we might not have considered.

Is there anything concrete?

Any indication that leads you to think someone killed Julieta.

There are elements that lead me to believe this was a homicide.