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Darío Guerra.

Darío.

Pick him up. Let's go.

PUBLIC PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE OF INVESTIGATION

- Where is she? - Hey!

What did you do with Alma?

Tell me, you fucker!

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Where is Alma?

A NETFLIX SERIES

- Park here. Stop here. Right here. - What?

- Good afternoon, sir. Welcome. - Thanks.

Here you are.

- What are you doing? - Give me the ticket. Hurry.

Íñigo, please.

You can't just make these accusations.

It's not possible.

- Alma had nothing to do with this. - Leo, I'm not saying it. It's the police.

It's ridiculous. It's so absurd.

Darío Guerra is clearly the one behind all this.

That asshole, he killed Julieta!

Now he's framing Alma.

- Good afternoon, sir. - Good day.

- Your ticket, sir. - Thanks.

Thanks.

Listen to me.

There's so much more than you know, Leo.

There's incriminating evidence.

There are cell phone records and video.

Leo, the police are on their way to detain Alma.

And Darío?

Darío filed evidence against her.

- It's Detective Montaño.

Hello?

Mr. Lazcano.

Any news, Detective? Did you find her?

Is Darío Guerra there with you?

No. What's the matter?

Alma Quintana has fled. She's on the run.

- What's going on, Gordo? - Just making my deliveries.

Hey. You're not using your cane.

- Miracles happen, Gordo. - Yeah, I guess so.

- Did you bring what I asked for? - Have I ever failed you?

Hmm?

I've got you covered, buddy.

- All right. - Tell me what you think.

Here.

These the long-range microphones?

- Yeah, just like you wanted. - Okay.

Great.

And this.

- That the tracker? - Yeah.

No shit.

I brought a second one if you're interested.

No, no, no. How much for all of this?

- It's enough. - Uh, give me twenty grand.

Listen, I brought you something else.

If you're interested.

Here.

No, no, no. Not today, Gordo.

You sure?

- I've got 15 grand, okay? - Damn it.

Buddy, just because it's you, okay? I don't do this shit.

- You know that, right? - I got ya.

Call me any time. Whatever you need, okay?

- I'll be in touch, Gordo. - See you around. Take care.

Hey, Gordo.

- Yeah, bud? - How much for the gun?

Give me 15.

I'll give you credit.

If we get the suitcase from García, there should be enough information

to track down the guy pretending to be you.

Forget the suitcase and that asshole.

We need to hide us both from the police.

And what? Hide us both in a stolen car?

What we need is to get away from this place.

- Damn it! I am not running away from this. - Alma.

- I am not a criminal. - Calm down.

- Alma, stop it! - You'll take me to Temoaya or else!

You better just let me out of this fucking car this second!

Calm down.

- What's up, Bug? Have you heard from my mom?

No. Why?

She was supposed to come see me, but she's not here.

She's really late. She wanted to talk to me.

I don't know. It was weird.

"Weird"? Weird like how?

I don't know. She was nervous, anxious.

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with her.

But she should've been here almost an hour ago,

and her phone goes straight to voice mail.

Okay. You just stay put, Bug, and let me handle this.

I'll let you know what I find out.

Let me know, please. Bye.

See ya.

I've thought it through over and over,

and I don't get how it's possible they think I'm the culprit in this.

They found Julieta's phone, and apparently, it incriminates you.

What, me?

Of course.

She called me that night from the rooftop.

Hello?

Alma, it's me, Julieta Lazcano. I have to see you.

But just because I talked to her doesn't mean I killed her.

- There's gotta be something else. - I don't know. I don't know, Alma.

Okay, but you also spoke to her father Íñigo, right?

What did her dad tell you?

Or… or did he mention that they suspect me?

Darío.

- Where did they find her cell phone? - In my room.

- Wait. In your room? - In my room in the hotel.

How though? I guess someone must have planted it there.

I have no fucking idea, Alma.

I know.

That man who's pretending to be you

could have just walked in and left the phone in your hotel room.

Who else could it be?

And wait…

I saw him.

Of course.

I want all airports alerted.

You. I want you to contact ground traffic and all bus terminals.

Circulate photos of Alma Quintana.

Tell them she isn't alone.

She's almost certainly with Darío Guerra.

And also, make sure there's constant surveillance

on her daughter Zoe.

- Excuse me, ma'am. - Yes?

Esteban Solares is here.

Hi.

He can wait in the empty office.

Of course. Follow me, please, sir.

And let Santana know we need to trace some phone numbers.

Why the hell are you here?

Oh no. If you're gonna start yelling at me,

at least close the door.

It's about my niece Zoe. Alma's daughter.

Yes, I'm aware who she is.

Okay. She called, and she's really worried.

- She says Alma is missing, and it's not-- - Esteban, don't play dumb with me.

- What's the matter, Montaño?

Alma escaped, and someone warned her.

She ran off just before we got there.

You believe that I have something to do with this?

Come on! Is a search underway?

- What are you doing to find her? - I'm not telling you anything.

It was a mistake to trust you.

Especially after I found that underwear and perfume in your trash.

They were Alma's, right?

Uh…

Told you what would happen if you screwed me.

That you're back in prison.

And I do keep my promises.

Guess we're done talking. Okay.

Make your boss a cup of tea, okay? Hmm?

See ya.

What are you doing here?

My brother, Esteban. Íñigo Lazcano.

See you in there.

- What's going on? - What do you think?

You refuse to help with the investigation.

In fact, I'm surprised you're here.

Montaño called me up.

Apparently, Alma has disappeared.

Yeah, I know.

They believe that she's with Darío Guerra.

Got any idea where they might be?

Well, Alma hates my guts.

- No chance she'd tell me anything. - Hmm.

Have you heard from Patricia García?

No. Why?

Alma was looking for her and asked for my help.

Do you have any idea where I can find her?

Sorry.

Suppose she's in Morelos.

All right. Speak soon.

Hi. How are you?

Wonderful to hear your voice.

I'm looking for your daughter Patty.

Do you know where she is?

How the hell are we supposed to find García?

Do you have her address?

No, I don't, but someone here might know. Come on.

Take this. Have them circulate it.

- Sure. - Mr. Lazcano, please.

Thanks.

I have to ask. Do you know where we can find Darío Guerra?

Well, he was going to live with Julieta in Sausalito, California.

He wouldn't go someplace that's expected.

What about all his money?

He may have a bank account in

Andorra, maybe. I'm not sure.

Eugenia, hi.

Íñigo.

- You told her yet? - Mm-mmm.

I just remembered that Alma had been looking

for Chief Patricia García, stationed in Cuernavaca.

I am aware of who she is.

She must have something to do with him.

Jiménez.

Yeah?

Contact the Morelos police.

We've got to find Chief Patricia García.

Yeah.

The motel is on the right.

There?

Stop here!

Someone knows something about her. She didn't just disappear.

I don't care that her family lives in Tecolutla.

- Find her. - Excuse me.

Something just came in.

Someone reported their car stolen

by a man matching the description of Darío Guerra.

This was over in Miguel Hidalgo. It happened at noon.

At noon? Have you seen the time, Montaño?

How fast do they work here?

We've already got an alert out on the vehicle and Darío.

Make sure they've got eyes on all roads to Morelos.

Ma'am?

- What? - Something else.

There's another video.

Come in.

This is Gerardo Carvajal.

He works at the hotel in security.

Nice to meet you.

Another video? Don't we have it all?

This video's not from the night of the crime, sir.

It's from a few days ago now.

I still think we should've just gone straight there.

No. They told us that this road can be dangerous at night.

We should rest. Figure out a plan for tomorrow.

I'm fine. I'm gonna take a bath.

What do you mean? She ran off with Darío?

Yeah. Well, that's what the police say.

But why would she… What the fuck does my mom think she's doing?

I don't know.

- It's ridiculous. - Do you

remember Patricia García?

The police from Morelos? Sure. Why?

Do you know if your mom might have been looking for her

or any reason she might be?

The suitcase.

The suitcase? What suitcase?

Darío's suitcase.

It contained a lot of things from his mom.

Supposedly, his whole past was in that suitcase.

- Uh… - Oh. Whoa.

- Sorry. - I'm sorry. Didn't see anything.

- Bug, I should be going. Sorry. - Let me go with you.

- I'll just grab a few things. - Bug, no, no.

- I'm not asking you. - You can't go.

I won't stay calm if I'm here.

- I have to. - You're being watched, Zoe!

They're watching you.

- If you wanna help your mom, stay here. - What?

Because wherever you go, they'll find you.

Am I in danger?

Hey. Nothing is gonna happen, okay?

It's gonna be fine.

Hey.

It'll be okay.

I promise.

It's okay.

I'll let you know what I find out. Hmm?

Well, can I… Wait.

Can I ask you a question?

Hey, it's okay.

What is it?

Do you think that my mom was really capable of killing her?

Tell me the truth.

I don't know.

Look, Bug, human beings are capable of things

we can't even imagine.

Have you ever hated somebody so much that you just wish they could disappear?

No. No, no.

Well, believe your mom felt the same. Okay?

You'll be fine.

Okay.

- Careful, okay? - You good?

You sure? All right.

Yeah, yeah.

- Watch yourself. - Will do.

I'll keep you updated, okay?

Have a good night!

Esteban's leaving, hon.

- Sorry, Bug. - Bye.

- No, don't worry. Take care of yourself. - I will.

- What happened?

My mom, dude.

And when did this happen?

Day before yesterday.

They've stitched a few things together, ma'am.

This is the hotel lobby.

This part is outside the elevators.

The inside.

And the tenth floor.

- That's them. - I remember this.

But I didn't see Darío. Only Alma.

When did you say you found Julieta's phone again?

The next day.

I asked the police to have the room searched

when I saw Alma there.

Figured she came back to look for something in the room.

And it didn't occur to you that Dario might've hidden the phone there

so we would blame Alma?

Look, Íñigo, it's obvious in the video.

That's definitely Alma following Darío, but we know he planted the cell phone.

Fine, but then why leave the phone to be found,

frame Alma, then run off with her? It doesn't make sense.

Well, that or…

there's two Daríos.

- Seriously?

Íñigo, you don't really believe there's a fake Darío?

I saw him with my own eyes.

That's enough, Íñigo!

I bumped into him.

Well, there's still a hole in that theory.

Assuming that Alma is on the run with fake Darío,

where is the other Darío now?

Mark.

I need your help, man.

Okay.

We all know that darkness exists.

That the world is full of shadows.

This is why

Jesus tells us in Matthew 10:16…

"Behold, I send you forth as sheep…

in the midst of wolves."

And so I ask you, my friends,

does Jesus mean we should be docile and naive like sheep?

These are metaphors that Jesus used centuries ago.

My Lord, I ask that you guide me…

It is up to us to think about what he would say today

at this exact moment in time.

"Do not think that I have come to bring peace on to Earth."

"I bring the sword."

I'm right here with you.

This city. Son of a bitch.

Motherfucker.

Oh, please.

What?

My car wasn't where I left it on the street. It got stolen.

I can't believe this city.

What now?

I have to call 911, babe. Tell them someone stole my car.

- Fuck! Come on!

Your uncle.

911. How may I help--

They found the stolen vehicle, ma'am.

It was abandoned in Temoaya.

- Hi. Good morning. Uh… - Yes? Good morning.

We're looking for Patricia García.

- Thanks so much. - Of course.

Well, my Patty was never the same after that.

She obsessed over the case of that little girl

who was killed in Cuernavaca.

Leslie Delgado.

- Yes, that's right. - Mmm.

The "Red Shoe" she used to call her.

But that's why she had to quit.

She told me why the hell should she work for this country's police

when no one cares

about the death of so many little girls?

Not working, Grandpa.

I think it might be the battery.

I'm a mechanic if you want any help.

You serious?

You might be able to help me.

A little more than a year ago, I gave your daughter a big suitcase

containing the personal effects of a woman whose name was Lucinda.

I believed, at the time, that it might contain a clue

that would lead us to the person who murdered Leslie Delgado.

Is it possible Patricia held on to the suitcase?

The suitcase? Oh yeah.

Is it here?

No.

Do you know where it might be now?

Before she went away,

Patty left everything with the prosecutor in Mexico.

Oh, what was her name again?

Eugenia Montaño?

Yeah.

Why don't you ask her?

Hmm.

Darío.

Darío!

Let's go.

THE NEW SUPPLIER ESTABLISHED IN 1945

- Where are we? - Wait for me here.

You're going?

- I need to use a computer. - For what?

PUBLIC PHONE $10

Can I make a call?

- It's ten pesos, ma'am. - Sure.

Who is it?

Not sure. It's long-distance. Maybe it's Esteban.

Hello?

Hello? Who is it?

Hi, Zoe.

Alma, where are you?

I… I can't tell you.

I just need you to know that I didn't kill anyone.

We might not see each other for a while.

But I need you to know

I didn't do it.

I hope you don't think that badly of me.

No, no. Wait, wait, Mom. Wait.

Please, Mom. Wait. I need you to come back.

I can't, baby.

I love you, Zoe.

Mom, wait, I… I love you too, okay?

I love you, but please, Mom. It'll be okay.

I love you with all my heart. Hmm?

Mom, please don't hang up on me, okay? It's all gonna be okay, Mom. I promise.

She hung up.

Motherfucker.

- What did she say? - She didn't say anything at all!

We get her?

Uh, just give me a second.

Yeah.

The call came from a place near the Morelos exit, towards Toluca.

Jiménez, you're coming with me.

Mendoza, I need you to contact the police in Edomex.

Get them to cover all the access roads to the airport. Got it?

- I got it. - I'm coming with you.

No, I'm sorry.

If they put up a fight, you'll have to negotiate.

You'll need me for that.

I need you to drive us to the airport.

Are you crazy? We can't go to the airport. Everyone will be looking for us there.

Calm down. It's not a commercial flight. Let's go.

Where did you get the money to rent a plane?

You're just going to have to trust me.

If you want me to trust you, give me something.

I've got savings, okay.

Super clear.

Where are we going?

The plane will be on the tarmac waiting to fly us to Nuevo Laredo.

At that point, a friend will meet us with some passports.

Where did you get this?

From your teacher.

- Which teacher? - Literature.

I need your help with something very important.

Look, I don't know, Lys.

I'm already risking a lot here.

Careful. It's Lazcano.

- What the hell are you talking about? - Lys.

Mrs. Guerra.

You're here.

Lys is my mother.

Fuck! Stop, stop!

Motherfucker!

STATE POLICE ROUTINE INSPECTION

STATE POLICE SECURITY OFFICERS

- Put your hands where I can see them! - Take it easy.

Take it easy. My hands are up.

- We're okay. It's okay. Take it easy. - Hands behind your back!

Alma Quintana, you're under arrest for the murder of Julieta Lazcano.

- What? But I didn't… No, no, no! - Let's go! Come on! Move it!

- Let me go! - Let her go, asshole!

- Let her go! - Let me go!

Alma!

- Get down! On the ground! - Okay.

- Okay. I am. - Get down, now!

Okay, we got it. Move, move! Let's go! Move it! Come on!

Darío Guerra.

Pick him up. Let's go.

Where is she, asshole? What did you do with Alma?

Where the hell is Darío? What did you do with him?

Darío betrayed you.

He sold you out.