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…like on a postcard."

"We'll never be able to accept the fact that it's only in math

that two souls can come from one plus one."

"Over there, a little piece of paper simply tells me…

'You were always my mirror.'"

"'In order to be able to see me,

I must look through you.'"

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So then the prosecution suspects Darío?

It seems that way. They're looking into him.

They brought him in for questioning.

Illegally.

But the news said it was a suicide.

Hmm.

What do you think?

Are you feeling okay? Or…

I'm… I don't know. I'm confused as hell.

Lys, I just have no idea how this could be happening to me.

It got out of control so fast, it doesn't make sense.

It's fierce… It's… it's…

Destructive?

Destructive, passionate. It's violent. It's feral.

So much like Darío himself.

I have no idea how he does it,

but he always digs up our most animal urges,

our darkest.

That's the problem.

I don't wanna be anywhere near him again.

Was he always like that?

I mean, he was young when you… when you met him.

I'm afraid so.

And his family?

Did you ever meet his parents?

His parents always believed I was simply his teacher.

Right, but you knew them.

You must've met with them, no?

I don't understand what you're asking for.

You can say it, Alma.

You're not answering my question.

But I don't understand how I'm supposed to help you.

Okay.

What I need you to tell me, right here and now…

Mm-hmm.

…is if Julieta committed suicide.

No, it's more than that.

I need to know if Darío might have killed her.

Darío?

- The DNA, her fiancé, yeah? - Yeah, I know who you're talking about.

But is this personal or what? Why are you so invested in this?

Are you going to answer my question or not?

So you remember how we talked about her type of fractures?

Yeah.

Well,

you're right.

Huh?

In nearly all cases of suicide resulting from a fall,

we find some fractures in the femur and often telescopic ones.

Most people leaping off a building fall feet first, by instinct.

The femur slams into the pelvis on impact,

creating a fracture in the hip from the impact of bone against bone.

Then I guess you're saying that is not what my daughter has?

Exactly.

Your daughter does not have this type of fracture.

This finding, combined with the knowledge

that there were benzodiazepines in her blood that night,

can lead us to assume that she was partially or completely unconscious

when she fell off of the roof.

And there you have it, Mr. Lazcano.

- Take me out for lunch? - Yeah.

I promise it won't be at the SEMEFO cafeteria again.

We'll go and grab a bite at this great place near here.

We'll celebrate.

- I'm sorry, celebrate what? - You basically cracked this for us.

It's a damn shame my idiot boss is gonna take the credit, but you know…

- Shoot, where did I… - I think you deserve it.

That's so nice.

My stuff. Give me a sec.

You should get a job here.

At least, I think so.

I mean, it'd be so amazing.

So what do you think?

What? Uh, no, no, no. Sorry.

I… The celebrating sounds like fun, but I have a…

I have some family stuff now. Sorry.

- No problem.

I'll be seeing you.

Mr. Judge?

Wait. We have to talk. Your ex is losing her mind.

I've never heard a thing about any supposed brother of Darío's.

I know how it sounds.

Then who told you? Him?

Well, everything about Darío's family has always been

awfully complicated.

So mysterious, muddled, and secretive.

Yes, a few things have happened recently that make it seem like

Darío might have a brother.

I saw this video,

and it appeared to be him

or a double or something.

Someone completely identical.

What is it?

I always thought it was strange

that someone like Darío was reading Cortázar.

But now I understand.

- Hmm. - There's more.

It contains poems, short stories,

fragments from some of his novels.

Darío would read these obsessively.

It's one of the few things I still have.

Julio Cortázar.

A Retrospective.

"You were always my mirror."

"In order to be able to see me, I must look through you."

May I borrow this?

Just for a few days. Then I'll bring it back, I swear.

On one condition.

Darío can't find out I gave it to you.

He can't, Alma.

What I wouldn't give to hear the audio from this.

Yep.

There.

- It's the card. - Mm-hmm.

Darío!

- Darío!

- Darío!

Darío!

I'm going! Asshole.

- Darío!

METROPOLITAN GRAND HOTEL

Alma Solares?

Alma Quintana.

- Leonardo and I got a divorce. - Yes, I know.

Forget something?

No, I…

- I thought I might have seen… - Who?

Darío?

He's not here anymore.

Right.

You know, I'm pretty sure if anyone were to know where he is,

it would be you.

Sorry, I guess I was confused.

I shouldn't be here.

I should probably go.

Excuse me.

Esteban.

Didn't Mendoza tell you this is when I attend service?

Oh, I'm sure God will give you a pass, Esteban.

You appeared in a hotel security video the same night that Julieta Lazcano died.

Hmm.

So are you gonna invite your old friend to stay for some coffee,

or would you rather come down to the station?

Right. Well, I hope you like instant coffee.

Darío?

Darío.

Darío isn't here.

Kicked him out.

Don't waste your time looking for his shit.

I threw it out the window.

What the hell, Alma?

Because it's looking like you've completely lost it, Mom.

I can't talk about this with you

because you're too emotionally involved to understand.

Wow! Obviously, I don't understand!

Can anyone possibly understand what you're doing? Can you?

Where's Darío?

Wow.

What he did to us isn't enough?

What he did to you isn't enough?

What he did to me isn't?

So answer me.

Zoe.

Attraction is one thing, Alma.

Okay, I get it. You get carried away by someone, confused.

It happened to me.

But letting this man into our house, Alma, that's just completely insane.

I mean, this is where your daughter spends the night, okay!

Damn. Sorry, but you've got no idea the shit that's going through my head now!

This isn't something I'm discussing tonight.

Hi.

Hi, Alma.

Thanks for coming.

I was at the hotel that night.

Because earlier that day,

somebody slipped this under my door.

You got an anonymous tip and went looking for Darío?

Let's just say

my curiosity was piqued.

Why?

You realized that it wasn't a suicide, did you?

We're starting to investigate the possibility.

Hmm.

A possible homicide.

I suppose that I must be a suspect, huh?

You remember Agustín Morales, huh?

- Our Criminology I professor? - Yep.

What do you say we take a little trip down memory lane

and see who would benefit from the death of that woman, hmm?

Huh?

Hmm.

Now…

Mm-hmm.

Let's you and I examine what reasons might exist

for Esteban Solares to murder Julieta.

Reason number one?

Revenge.

Revenge.

Great. Revenge. What else?

Money?

But if Esteban wanted vengeance,

why wouldn't he attack the target directly, then?

Why Julieta?

Esteban used to be a great cop.

He's used to taking action.

Why not kill Darío, deal with the problem head-on?

He didn't want to. He hoped to frame him.

Hmm. It's a possibility.

And what about this motive? The money, hmm?

Why? How much money would Esteban gain from killing this girl?

Zero.

Which brings me straight back to Darío.

Our other possible suspect.

Money fits him even better, doesn't it?

Julieta was the sole heir to Lazcano.

That doesn't make sense.

He wouldn't murder her before the wedding, would he?

He'd do it after.

Ah. Well, then, maybe they signed a prenup, huh?

Let's not forget another important motivation.

Alma.

Darío is obsessed with her. He has been for years.

And apparently, they met up again recently?

Yeah.

It turns out they were together just before they found Julieta.

It's a motive, potentially.

Passionate, completely irrational people can become desperate, impulsive.

So it was unplanned.

This goes back to your old theory of the improvised kill.

Exactly.

Darío finishes screwing Alma, right?

He's excited.

Practically flying after that, floating on dopamine, yeah?

Goes upstairs.

- What's going on? Talks to Julieta, they argue.

You're an asshole!

- Shut the hell up! - He's furious. All of a sudden…

He decides to finish her off.

It's so impulsive.

Animal. Not planned out.

Would you shut the fuck up?

- Shut up! Quiet now! Be quiet.

One simple

move.

Maybe so,

but there's another possibility.

There's someone with a strong motive for murdering Julieta.

Alma.

It's official.

Her death was a homicide.

The prosecutor confirmed it, yeah.

They analyzed her fractures to determine the type of fall she suffered.

She didn't jump off.

She was thrown.

We're here to help you, Alma.

Do you get it now?

A murderer.

How could you let a killer in here, into our house?

You screwed a murderer.

- How could you, Mom? How could you? - Zoe! Zoe, come on. That's enough.

Alma.

I believe you need our help.

That's why we're here.

Alma, please.

We're asking you to hear us out.

We'll help you through this, Alma.

No. You believe that my life should be decided by all of you.

Who I can be with.

You set up this intervention to what, to help me?

Why?

Because you… What? You're scared for me?

I'm out of control?

You know what's happening to you.

We've been over this situation so many times. We've talked for so long.

Stop. Wait, wait, please. I… I get it. Please. I do.

I appreciate you wanna help me.

But do you think you have the right to save me from myself?

No. Hmm?

I am the only one with the right to decide what I do with my life,

with my body,

and who I sleep with.

Ma…

Wow.

And so please just get out of my house.

I told you.

She's lost it.

Thanks a lot.

"This is why us two will never be a perfect couple, like on a postcard."

"We'll never be able to accept that fact that it's only in math

that two souls can come from one plus one."

"Beside me is a note that simply tells me,

'You were always my mirror.'"

"'In order to be able to see me, I must look through you.'"

Hey.

Hi.

- I'm gonna take a shower. - What going on? Where have you been?

I tried phoning, but nobody answered. I was pretty worried.

- You don't know what happened? - No.

I was here, and

Zoe showed up, and she threw all my stuff outside.

When I tried to get it back,

some guy took my wallet, and my phone was busted.

Then I saw Leonardo by the entrance, and I just… I don't know.

Just thought I'd stay out for a bit and not make everything worse.

Mmm.

I need to shower and clear my head for a second.

We'll talk after.

Okay?

Shit.

What's up?

Where were you?

Ugh, come on. You interrogating me now or what?

Hey, chill out. I just wanna know what happened, that's all.

You've been out the whole day, and something is obviously wrong with you.

- What's going on?

Everyone's so damn stupid.

I'm done with them.

What is it?

We've got to find him, the bastard who's pretending to be you.

- She's my son-in-law's lawyer. - Mm-hmm.

Or she might be his lover. I have no idea.

Her name is Alma Quintana.

- Right. - No idea why she came.

I saw her trying to get in here.

Seemed to me she was on the hunt for something.

- Something? - Mm-hmm.

Like what?

I don't know. That's why I need your help.

She knew perfectly well that Darío had left the hotel.

Sir.

It's the phone the police were looking for.

It's Julieta's phone.

García.

That's right. Chief Patricia García.

No, that's her name. She was chief.

Right, but she worked there until last year.

Someone must have some information about her,

some contact info?

Thanks.

Nothing.

How is it possible that she could work there for a year

and then just disappear like that?

Do you think García has my mom's suitcase?

Yeah, for sure she does.

I'm sure I gave it to them

when they were looking into Leslie Delgado.

- I just don't know anymore.

You think Esteban could have been involved?

No, Darío. No, I don't know.

That's the least of our worries right now.

What we need to find out is who this bastard is

before Montaño accuses you of murdering your fiancée.

We're going to be fine.

What is that?

My phone.

Oh, but I thought you said your phone was broken.

It was, but this is my US phone.

I'll see you later.

Íñigo.

What's up?

Darío!

Darío!

- Darío!

Darío!

My man.

Sorry I'm so late, but traffic was crazy.

No worries. So?

- You analyze the capsule? - Yep, sure did.

Here are the results.

Estradiol.

Estradiol?

Estrogen.

In other words, hormones for women.

What type of estrogen was it?

I don't know anything about that,

but I'll say, unless the suspect of yours is maybe transitioning

and taking hormone therapy,

the person that you're looking for is a woman.

Probably over 40.

Darío.

I'm going to the park.

Come on. Let's go.

I'm sorry, sir. I don't believe we know each other.

Darío, it's me?

- You've got the wrong person. - No, no. Hey, wait.

You must know Darío Guerra, right? Are you guys related?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Wait! Sorry, sorry. You must think I'm crazy.

I completely understand, but would you tell me your name?

I told you. You got the wrong person.

What do you say we take a little trip down memory lane?

Who would benefit from the death of that woman, hmm?

But there's another possibility.

There's someone with a strong motive for murdering Julieta.

Your instant coffee is ready.

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