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Darío.

Darío. Are you all right?

- What's going on? My head really hurts. - Come on. We need to get out of here.

- What's happening? - Can you move?

I don't see Julieta.

Julieta is dead.

You had it all planned out, didn't you?

- What are you talking about? - You sleazy fucking bitch!

- You have no fucking idea what's going on. - Give me my phone.

Get away from me!

Go away!

Íñigo.

- I'm sorry I'm late. - Don't worry about it.

I've been thinking a lot about the guy in the video in Andorra.

You have any news?

No.

But I have every reason to believe that he's actually in Mexico City.

Do you?

You saw him?

No.

But Alma did.

Alma.

Darío,

since what happened with Julieta,

I've been judging you

without listening.

Now I want to listen to you.

I wanna hear in your words

what exactly happened that night on the roof of the hotel.

Alma, I know this is touchy,

but Darío is still living here.

If that's why you're here, Leo,

then it's better if you just change the subject.

Otherwise, I refuse to speak, and I'll ask you to leave.

It's not like that, Alma.

I'm not here as your ex-husband.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

I don't need you looking out for me, Leo.

I'm here

as your attorney this time.

Really?

And what might you actually be defending me from?

My contacts in the prosecutor's office let me know

you're a suspect in Julieta Lazcano's death.

Your name is involved in a murder investigation.

Darío and I did not do anything,

and we're gathering information to prove that.

Honestly, Leonardo, I know what I'm doing.

Believe me.

If you really wanna help, how about I tell you what you can do.

I'm listening.

Remember Patricia García,

the detective from Cuernavaca?

You can help me find her.

Sex,

obsession,

love.

Yeah, so basic emotional and physical necessities humans crave.

We all need sex.

We all wanna feel loved.

You know Alma had a very heated conversation

with Julieta Lazcano before she fell to her death.

A video has surfaced.

It's very compromising.

It was taken in the hotel elevator.

Hmm.

Alma appears quite violent.

Hmm. Come on, Montaño.

You and I both know the power of unbridled passion.

Let's get back to your theory about how the murder took place.

Alma has had passionate sex with Darío.

She's feeling…

…excited and a bit drunk from her orgasm,

so she picks up her phone and sends a text to Julieta.

This is pure speculation.

Sex and love

stretched to the limit with a hint of obsession

make for a dangerous cocktail.

Nobody's immune from the darkest impulse. You know that.

That includes Alma.

Esteban.

- Bug!

- Hey. - Zoe.

- Thank you so much. I appreciate it. - Bye. See you.

- Thanks! - He's pretty cool, huh?

What's up?

I needed to talk to you.

This is the best therapy.

- These need to come down before noon. - Give it.

I would be lying if I said I knew how long I was unconscious.

I only remember coming to and realizing Julieta was gone.

And there was no one else?

No one.

- Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

So your lawyer, Alma, lied

when she said she was with you in your hotel room that night.

She wanted to protect me.

Íñigo…

I didn't kill your daughter.

Listen, Darío…

sleeping with that woman is something I can understand.

These things happen.

I'm a man too.

But what happened afterwards…

…it's too hard.

Let's walk together.

She didn't even give us a chance at all. She just told us to go to hell.

- I couldn't believe it. - Mmm.

I'm so mad.

Are you sure you don't want any of this? It's delicious.

Mmm. Mmm.

- Are you serious? - Mmm.

Alma's got this bastard living in her apartment,

for Christ's sake!

Do you think your mother could've had a hormonal imbalance or something?

Well, she could be entering perimenopause, I suppose.

What the hell is that?

It's the stage that women hit around their forties…

Hmm?

…when, all of a sudden, the menstrual cycle gets out of whack.

For some, it's as if they were going through puberty all over again.

Their libido feels like it's going into overdrive.

I'd say Alma exhibits a lot of the symptoms.

Mmm.

Could she take medication to get it under control?

I don't know. What's that got to do with anything?

I'm trying to understand her behavior.

Lys, is something wrong?

Actually, I'm a bit worried because Alma hasn't been coming.

I was wondering if you might know if everything is all right.

Yes, but I don't think we'll see her in group for a while.

Does it have something to do with that Darío?

Isn't there something we could do for her?

I don't know. Perhaps you could get a hold of her family,

and someone could check in on her.

- Make sure-- - They did.

She's spoken to her ex-husband and her daughter…

I thought she mentioned her ex lived in Guadalajara.

No, he's in the city these days.

- Unfortunately, he was staying…

…at the hotel where the accident happened.

Ah. I'm sorry.

ALMA I AM HERE AT THE SUPPORT GROUP

I'm so sorry I have to interrupt, but let me know if you hear anything.

- Yes, of course. - Thank you.

HOPSCOTCH

I love it.

Let me see.

Thanks again for letting me borrow this.

I made copies so I can get it back to you as soon as possible.

- So was it helpful? - Mm-hmm.

Are you any closer to Darío's supposed twin running around?

I think I saw him.

Who? The brother?

I actually thought it was Darío,

so I ended up following him all the way to the hotel.

- The hotel where… - Yes, that one.

Are you sure it was really Darío you saw at the museum in New York?

The real one?

Or could it have been someone who looks extremely similar to Darío,

like what happened to me?

He was following me. He called out to me.

Taxi!

Lys!

Lys!

He didn't call me by my name though.

When I think about it, I didn't get a good look.

So I really can't say.

- Okay. - I don't know.

Darío.

One second.

Do you recognize this?

That looks like Julieta's.

It showed up recently

in the room you stayed in, in the hotel.

I'm not accusing you of anything.

The police haven't been told about it yet.

The reason I found it is because I saw Alma

Solares, Quintana, whatever it is,

in the hall at the hotel.

She was heading straight for the room where you stayed before.

I suppose

that she wanted to sneak back in there

to get Julieta's phone she managed to hide there herself.

Alma?

The answer is in this phone.

Take a look, and you'll see what happened in the last moments of my daughter's life.

I'm sorry, Íñigo, but I don't follow you.

What do you think is in there?

Alma's number, for one.

And a video.

I want you to watch it and judge for yourself.

Would've been much easier to contact the police

so they could handle it,

but I wanted to give you the opportunity

to turn it in yourself.

- Íñigo-- - No, don't say anything just yet, Darío.

Just listen, please.

When I told you I had grown to love you like the son I never had,

I wasn't spitting out a cliché.

I'm entrusting you with this

like I would entrust my own flesh and blood.

I want to know I wasn't wrong about you.

That you loved Julieta as much as she loved you.

I believe you'll do the right thing, Darío.

Have you gotten the records from Julieta's cell phone yet?

I'm still working on it. It's going to the consulate.

There's a guy in there who says he wants to talk to you though.

About what?

Julieta Lazcano. He wants to talk to the lead investigator.

Detective Montaño. My name is Tonalli Villaseñor, from Promotur.

We specialize in creating marketing videos for the tourism industry.

Uh-huh. How can I help you?

After reviewing the footage from one of our drones,

We found something we think would interest you.

It's footage from the terrace of the hotel where that girl killed herself.

Don't go anywhere.

Don't touch me! I'll call the cops if you do.

That's why you contacted me.

You guys had it all planned out, didn't you?

You sleazy fucking bitch!

Don't touch me! I told you!

Give me my phone!

No! Let go of me, I said!

OBSESSION - LOVE PERIMENOPAUSE??

SEMEFO EXPERT SERVICES

Are you there?

Coming!

Hi.

I'm not trusting you because of your born-again bullshit, okay?

Come in.

I'm doing it because, at one point, I trusted you above all others

and because if you turn traitor, you will regret it.

Okay.

What's that? The video of Alma in the elevator?

No.

If you even mention this to Alma, I swear your ass is back to prison.

Are you gonna show it or not?

You all right?

Where did you go?

Íñigo called me.

About what?

The morgue released Julieta's body, and we went to bury her.

I'm sorry.

That must have been extremely difficult for you.

Why didn't you let me know?

I don't know. My thoughts are all over.

It's hard to think straight when I'm feeling so

disloyal

and sad.

Hmm.

Don't you feel guilty, Alma?

Of course I feel guilty about this.

I think about it constantly.

Beyond the guilt, I'm surprised at what we're capable of doing

for someone we love.

Eventually, when we take a minute to think about this thing we call love,

there's always the hint of folly guiding our actions.

Like what comes over me when I'm with you.

I'm crazy about you.

I don't know how I'm ever going to get that awful night out of my head.

I don't either.

It's different for you. You know exactly what happened.

Whereas I…

I have a giant hole in my mind.

That night, that moment…

is always going to create chaos in my head.

Darío, wake up.

Are you all right?

- My head really hurts. - We need to get out of here!

- What happened? Why are you here? - Can you move?

- Darío, come on. We need to leave. - Hold on. I don't see Julieta.

Julieta is dead.

Alma.

When you got up there, where was Julieta?

She was gone.

When I got there, she was nowhere to be seen.

Julieta!

I don't know what happened up there.

I don't know if she was pushed, threw herself off, or fell.

I have no idea, Darío.

All I know is when I got to the terrace, Julieta wasn't there.

She was dead.

No.

No, no, no. Don't think like that.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Darío,

you and I are both innocent.

We didn't do anything, hmm?

Everything will be fine.

Leonardo Solares?

That's me.

Hello.

I'm Lys. A friend of Alma's.

Lys?

I'm sorry…

Don't be. We haven't actually had the pleasure until now.

I got to know Alma at the support group she attends.

The support group. Right, I see. Hmm.

Can I offer you something?

Sure, same as you're having.

Rodrigo, please. One more of these for the lady.

- Of course. - Thank you.

Miss.

- Hi, honey. - Sweetheart.

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

Is that right, huh? Hmm?

What about the woman who was just harassing my fiancée?

- The answer is in this phone.

You'll see what happened in the last minutes of my daughter's life.

That's why you contacted me.

You guys had it all planned out, didn't you?

Sleazy fucking bitch!

Darío. Darío, are you all right? What happened?

My head hurts. Darío, get up, damn it!

Why are you here? Can you move?

- I don't see Julieta. - Julieta is dead.

- Huh? What do you mean "she's dead"? - She's dead, Darío.

- What's going on? - We need to get out of here.

- Come on. We need to go now. - I don't understand.

- Why are you here? - We need to hurry. Come on, damn it!

I believe you'll do the right thing, Darío.

Julieta is dead.

Good morning.

Morning.

You don't have to say it.

We can skip the whole "this was a mistake. I didn't mean to."

I'll help you.

Thanks.

Uh, my, uh, recollection is a little fuzzy about last night.

Don't worry. Alma won't hear anything about it.

This never happened. You and I never met.

What do you really want from me?

Nice meeting you last night, Leonardo.

Good morning.

Good morning, ma'am.

ALMA, I HAD TO LEAVE EARLY. I LOVE YOU.

The drone must have flown through there.

Hmm.

The timer reads 11:05 p.m.

From what we know, Julieta left her bachelorette party

at the same time she received that message on her phone.

- Going to the bathroom. You're speculating.

Those girls had been drinking a lot.

Each one gave a different version

as to the why and the when Julieta decided to go off on her own.

And only one mentioned a message.

All right, we'll forget about the message.

Let's bring it back to what happened earlier in the elevator.

Alma and Julieta are talking.

Alma is aggressive, violent.

And she gives Julieta the business card that we found among her wedding gifts.

- You're rehashing. What else you got? - The point is that Julieta was here.

Mm-hmm.

And a few minutes later, the drone recorded Alma right over there.

Let's assume they continue the heated discussion from the elevator.

Obviously, it concerns Darío.

You guys…

The fiancée knows that Alma and Darío are lovers.

…sleazy fucking bitch!

Alma is confused.

- Give me my phone! She loses control.

She's jealous, on edge.

She can't stand the idea that Darío is engaged

and marrying a younger woman.

It might not be premeditated.

It might have just happened.

Julieta…

was probably drunk,

medicated…

incapable of offering resistance.

Alma threw her over.

Then all that was left to do

was gather up the phone and leave the scene.

That's got more holes than Swiss cheese.

It won't when I have the phone belonging to Julieta Lazcano.

Yes, but if you don't have the phone, you don't have evidence.

And no evidence makes everything you just said pure fantasy.

You don't accept it, do you?

You won't even consider the possibility she's involved.

Alma didn't kill her.

- I know that woman.

No one truly knows anyone, Esteban.

Yes.

What?

PUBLIC PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE

Hello.

And as I was coming down the hall, I just happened to see her.

Something told me to check on her.

Then I saw her in the room, possibly searching for something.

And that's how we found this.

This is essential for our investigation.

Thank you.

Please, Zoe. I just need you to listen to me.

I'm not asking you to have anything to do with him or see him at all.

All I want is a chance for me to explain what's going on.

Explain what, Alma? Huh?

That that murder and your sex life

are more important to you than your own daughter?

You already threw your career and your marriage away for this asshole.

I'm not throwing you out of my life, Zoe. That's what I need to talk to you about.

I'm not sleeping with a murderer either.

How can you be so sure of that?

I don't get it, so you need to tell me.

Were you there that night at the hotel?

Did you witness which motherfucker killed that poor girl?

Alma?

I heard you.

Listen.

You did the right thing, son.

Thank you.

Zoe, it's quite possible I'll need to head out of the city,

and I need to see you.

What? You're leaving? Where are you going?

I need you.

I need you now, sweetie.

I love you.

I saw Alma in the hall at the hotel.

She was heading straight for the room you stayed in.

I suppose

that she wanted to sneak back in there

to get Julieta's phone she managed to hide there herself.

Darío, wait! Wait a second, damn it! Wait!

Beyond the guilt, I'm surprised at what we're capable of doing

for someone we love.

Like what comes over me when I'm with you.

I'm crazy about you.

What do you think'll happen when they review the security footage?

We need those cameras. You and I had nothing to do with Julieta's fall.

When you got up there, where was Julieta?

When I got there, she was nowhere to be seen.

I believe you'll do the right thing, Darío.

Darío, you and I are both innocent.

We didn't do anything.

Thank you.

In half an hour. Yes.

It's here, no?

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Yes?

Alma, they're on their way in to arrest you.

You need to get out the window.

Alma?

- Alma. - Alma Quintana?

We have a warrant for your arrest. Come out.

Alma!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, stop right there!

- Let's go. - Come on, Mendoza!

- What? - Someone tipped her off!

Come on! Come on!

Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

Now which way? Fuck!

Go to the left! That way! Step on it!