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There's no escape, you son of a bitch!

I'm gonna kill you, fucking bastard!

This boyfriend of yours did this to you.

You are absolutely nuts.

I have proof, Alma. I need you to believe me.

I don't wanna listen to anything you have to say.

- Just get these off of me, and let me go! - Listen to me.

- I don't wanna hear it! Untie me! - Listen, damn it! Just listen to me!

What do you want, hmm?

You want me to trust a manipulating psychopath?

No! I won't trust you.

Well, I'm not sure you have other options.

- Settle down.

- Settle down. You'll hurt yourself. - Let me go, asshole!

- Enough! I'll get you some water. - Fucking hell!

Shh. Quiet.

You need to take it easy, okay?

Easy.

Take a bit of water, Alma.

Easy.

There.

You have no fucking idea how much I hate you!

That's right. You hate those who wanna help you and love the traitors.

Right now, your only option is to trust me.

So that means we're gonna settle down and have a civilized conversation.

Where is Darío?

Darío went to hand over Julieta's phone.

And whatever's on there, that's proof enough for them.

There's no proof because I wasn't there.

There's nothing because I didn't touch Julieta.

- I didn't kill her. - I know you didn't kill that girl.

I need you to help me prove you're innocent, okay?

Where is Darío?

Where did they take him? I don't give a shit!

- What did you do? - All I wanted was to save you, okay?

Save me from what?

From yourself. Yourself.

And this obsession with that bastard that makes you do crazy shit.

You've turned into your own worst enemy.

WAITING ROOM

I'm sorry.

Such a beautiful girl.

When I heard it on the news, I couldn't believe it.

I wanted to give you a hug, at least.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Weren't you in Paris? When did you get back?

I actually still live in Paris, but I…

I had some outstanding business to attend to.

Have you seen Darío?

No.

No.

You know things didn't end very well between us after Alberto passed away.

And the truth is, I would rather not talk about him.

I understand.

I don't want to make you uncomfortable,

but I really do need to clear up a few things regarding Darío.

Speaking to you would really help me with that.

Of course.

We could discuss it over a bite to eat or a drink?

Yes, except, right now,

I have to be at a very important meeting, I'm afraid.

But you, do you still have the same telephone number?

Yes.

Do you still have it?

- Yes.

I'll be in touch, and we'll get together.

Wonderful.

So what's the point? Pardon?

You went on and on with this whole story

of a married woman who becomes obsessed with a beautiful but much younger lover.

Do we know each other? Have you heard of me?

Do you know Esteban?

You were involved with Darío Guerra, right?

Darío was 17 years old.

Nearly 18.

And he was

my student.

Where'd you get this?

From your teacher.

- Which teacher? - Literature.

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

But there is one thing I am sure of.

It's that no woman who's ever loved Darío Guerra

has come out in one piece.

One way or another,

some kind of hell awaits her.

Lys is my mother.

Darío betrayed you.

He turned you in.

Don't waste my time, Mr. Guerra.

I'm telling you the truth.

I don't know where Alma is, and I'm worried about her.

- Do you think he's lying? - Absolutely.

I have a recording.

We intercepted a call.

You were heading to the airport in Toluca.

I swear,

if you don't know where she is, I can't help you.

I told you everything.

- Your story is hard to swallow. - I know.

It's completely insane, but we were…

Stop!

We were on our way but cut off by the state police.

Their faces were covered. They took Alma then knocked me out.

The problem is I checked with every police force

in the state of Mexico.

None of them claims the operation.

No one has Alma.

Fucking hell!

What do you wanna hear?

The whole truth.

Because I will find her.

I just want to take a look for myself, Mau.

Those documents are confidential. Especially right now.

And I especially need to look at that damn file

because I'm sure it contains something that exonerates my mom.

I can't let you have them.

I need to show that she's innocent.

I know I can find the truth in that file.

I can't help on this one, Zoe.

Listen, I know my mom went off the deep end.

But murder?

I just need a look. It'll take five minutes.

Okay, but not here.

Tonight at my place.

- Okay. - Okay.

First off, you came in with your father-in-law

to give me Julieta Lazcano's phone. Remember?

You handed me evidence that incriminates Alma.

And what's the first thing you did when you left here?

Go to her apartment and help her escape.

- Somethings fishy. - I made a mistake.

I never should have brought Julieta's phone to you.

Because after coming here, I started to remember certain details.

Alma took the fire exit.

There's no way she went back to the room to hide the phone.

Íñigo Lazcano saw Alma on the tenth floor

the day before the phone was found in your room, Mr. Guerra.

That doesn't make sense.

Why would Alma plant evidence to incriminate herself?

She didn't plant it.

She went to retrieve it.

It couldn't have been her.

It had to be someone else.

Who?

Your twin brother?

This theory that you have a twin

is pure bullshit, Darío.

Do you have a better one?

This isn't over.

What happened, Eugenia? Why did you stop the interrogation?

You have to keep pressuring him until he talks.

He's probably got Alma tied up somewhere. You need--

You need to shut it. Stop talking to me in that tone.

I put up with it so far because I thought you could help.

But I'm fed up, Leo.

You're no longer the powerful judge on his throne,

ordering people around like minions.

Leave my headquarters now.

Get the hell outta here.

Did you reach Esteban?

I can't find him anywhere.

I sent people to his house,

the church he attends, the construction site where he works,

and no one's heard anything.

- Is he involved in that business? - Just track him down.

Yesterday.

INVESTIGATION UNIT

How's it goin'?

Hi, I'm from the DA's office, on behalf of Detective Montaño.

I went to see her.

- I gave her a video of the hotel-- - I know.

I need a complete copy of that video.

Unedited.

Montaño doesn't understand what's going on.

And she has absolutely no idea who Darío is.

And you do?

You trust her?

Shit, Íñigo. That psychopath asshole has done nothing but lie to you.

And Alma?

She's his lover, but she's innocent?

How come?

We've known each other since we were teenagers.

We were married for over 20 years.

We have a daughter.

I know her life, her history.

But with Darío Guerra, everything's off, ambiguous, confusing.

We're completely in the dark with this guy.

His mother came to see me earlier.

His mother?

I'm aware the flight is full,

but it's very important that I leave for Paris this evening.

Can you put me on the waiting list?

Perfect.

Mm-hmm. Terminal two.

Gate 93.

Thank you.

We were on our way but cut off by the state police.

Their faces were covered.

The problem is I checked with every police force

in the state of Mexico.

None of them claims the operation.

No one has Alma.

From your teacher.

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

Follow me.

Hands out.

I got nothing out of him.

He won't budge.

With all due respect, boss,

we could charge him with obstruction of justice.

Or aiding and abetting.

He's no use to us locked up in here.

Out there, he can lead us to Alma Quintana.

I want Ramos to tail him.

We stay on his heels.

Take the cuffs off.

Sign here.

You're free to go.

So,

she was an actress?

Yes. Sort of.

Lucero

Andrade, I think.

Colombian. She was very popular in the '90s.

She came to Mexico to try to expand her career,

and she ran into Alberto Guerra.

They got married and adopted a young… Ah! Found it. Here.

She goes by the stage name Lys Antoine.

DEBUT EVENING FOR ACTRESS LYS ANTOINE

Lys!

What?

You know her?

No.

No. No.

She must look familiar from something I saw on television.

I doubt it.

She didn't work much.

After she met Guerra, her life did a 180-degree turn.

They fell in love. Started a family.

What do you really want from me?

Eighteen is a big milestone, so we wanted to celebrate

by having cake with our closest friends.

Later, you can celebrate with your friends.

No going overboard.

He's an adult now.

He has the right to celebrate how he wants.

This is for you.

Thank you.

Darío is interested in film studies. It seems to be his passion.

So if things go according to plan,

he'll study cinema when we move to Paris.

- Sounds good.

This just came out.

Yes, the very latest model with the best camera on the market.

I'm in shock.

- Cheers and congrats. - Cheers.

Now you have to impress us with amazing videos, you know.

Congratulations!

CALLING… LEONARDO

Alma!

I got your favorite takeout.

Now I'm hoping we can have a normal conversation like family.

Alma.

Hey.

Alma. Hey, hey.

Alma. Hey.

Hey. Alma.

Hey.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

Come on. Wake up.

This is what we think is the most relevant, Detective.

This computer seems to belong to Darío Guerra.

Let's make sure it gets to cybersecurity right away and see what's on it.

And an invitation to Mr. Guerra's wedding.

I found this in the main bedroom closet.

They're blueprints.

They were underneath some clothes.

These are the plans of the tenth floor.

The numbers on each of the rooms and the names from the guest list.

The bar where they had the bachelorette party.

The rooftop terrace.

The emergency exits.

The stairs.

I can't believe this is happening.

The escape plan.

Stop!

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

- Are you nuts? - Fuck you!

Thank you.

This is Ramos.

He's going into a courtyard in Río de Janeiro Square.

I'll wait for instructions.

Taxi!

Taxi!

I'm going to the Roma. Río de Janeiro Square.

Lys!

Lys!

From your teacher.

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

"Terminal two. Gate 93."

What are you doing?

Trying out my present.

And waiting for you to give me yours.

- Right here. Right now.

Darío, stop that video.

Come on.

It'll be part of our tradition.

Stop it. Someone could see us.

Doesn't that excite you?

It's my birthday,

Mama.

What's taking so long, son?

Did you find that bottle?

I'm gonna kill you, fucking bastard!

Stop right there, you little fucker!

Darío!

- Get your ass up.

No. No, no, no, no. Please don't!

Get your ass up!

No.

- Please don't. - After everything I've done for you.

- That's the thanks I get? - No.

Asshole.

I swear I don't know how it happened, how it started.

I swear.

I swear I know how it's going to end.

I need to speak to Lys.

You must have her address.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Hello.

Damn it. Asshole.

- Uh-huh.

Yes, I just got to the airport.

I hope so. I asked to stand by on the 1012 to Paris.

I'll let you know. Okay.

Okay. Ciao, bye.

Lys?

Lys?

Lys?

We're at the airport.

No sign of Alma Quintana,

but I wouldn't be surprised to see her any minute.

Don't let him out of your sight.

- Okay. - Report every move, Ramos.

Lys?

Trying out my present.

I'm waiting for you to give me yours.

Right here. Right now.

Where do you think you're going?

- What the hell are you doing here? - Shut your mouth, Lys!

You're going to explain why you did it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't play innocent with me.

I know you have something to do with this, or you wouldn't have come.

Dario, stop that video.

Come on.

It'll be part of our tradition.

Stop it. Someone could see us.

Doesn't that excite you?

Jiménez!

What's going on?

Ramos is sending pictures from the airport.

Who is he talking to?

You really think I got on a plane from Paris all the way to Mexico

just so you wouldn't get married?

Seriously?

You don't really think I had anything to do with Julieta's death.

I'm not gonna repeat myself. You're not getting on that plane.

They're heading out.

What do we do?

Don't intervene. Just follow.

Let go of me.

Let go!

VIP LOUNGE FOOD COURT

I don't want him to know he's being tailed.

Just keep them in sight, Ramos.

Okay.

It's my birthday, Mama.