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A NETFLIX SERIES

In Mexico, we call it "airplane,"

but elsewhere in the world, they call it "hopscotch."

In hopscotch, you can jump through the numbers from one to ten

or in reverse,

or in whatever order you want.

When Cortázar wrote this book, he wanted the reader to be free

to read the novel in whatever order they wanted.

Starting in the middle or starting at the end.

So, then no one can understand the story.

No, quite the contrary.

The story can be understood in many different ways.

By writing it this way,

everyone reads their own story.

Life is just like hopscotch.

There are different paths through it,

different perspectives of it.

Sometimes we assume we're getting farther away,

but in reality,

we're getting closer.

Love is the same way.

You bastard!

- What the fuck do you think you're doing? - Hey, hey.

You know Lys?

I don't know any Lys, but apparently, you do.

Why are you looking for her?

If you don't know her, why are you in her apartment?

- Well, let me show you. - What is it?

Check your belt, inside of the back, at the base of your spine.

Hmm?

- What is this? - I planted a tracker on you.

You didn't think you could escape me so easily?

So, care to explain why your boyfriend was screwing that woman?

That woman is

his mother, in theory.

You listen to me.

You won't screw up my life again.

I know perfectly well what you're capable of.

What we're capable of.

Together.

Where is Alma?

Where the fuck is Alma?

So that's it, Darío?

What is it about her you like?

She excites you, right?

What does she do?

What does she give you that you like so much?

You remember, don't you?

- When I touch you like this… - Don't. Stop.

- …do you feel… - Stop it now.

- …her or me? - Let me go.

Stop it! Stop it!

- I'm not going to say it again.

Where the fuck is Alma?

Oh, my Darío. I love it when you breathe like that.

You can tell this is a pact between him and me,

and there's nothing you can do about it. Nothing.

VIP LOUNGE FOOD COURT

Shh. Quiet, Lys.

Someone's out there. There's somebody here. Just shut up.

Honey, you couldn't wait until we were home?

Let's go.

Lys joined the support group that I'm in.

And right from the start, it seemed like…

…it was too much of a coincidence

that she had also been one of Darío's lovers, you know?

Can you just stop the fucking video, please?

Okay, okay.

So then what?

Lys made it seem like she was his literature teacher.

Now how did she go from being his teacher to his mother?

I don't get how she fits with Darío.

She might be Alberto Guerra's widow

and adopted him because he committed suicide.

Hang on.

Estradiol.

Estrogen.

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

Probably over 40.

What are you doing?

Esteban. Hey, what are you doing?

Check for me. See if there's any medicine in that box.

Wait a sec, Esteban. Listen to me, okay?

You should know that it's possible Darío has a brother.

Or he's got a doppelganger.

Or there's someone pretending to be him. I don't know.

Maybe just listen to me for a second?

What?

When you investigated Darío, you weren't sure about him

because there was a couple of backstories that made sense, no?

Darío Guerra Andrade

is the son of a prestigious lawyer apparently named Alberto Guerra Macías.

Mm-hmm.

And Darío's mother, Lucero,

she's a famed socialite and housewife currently living in Paris.

What do you make of this information?

That we've been wrong this whole time about Darío.

Hmm.

What is that?

Darío Guerra is the son of Antonio Guerra Valladares,

a mechanic from Teopanzolco, Cuernavaca.

Fine. So, then, where did this perfect background come from?

I mean, Dario's history, his past? It's a complete mess.

Exactly. But you thought it was possible there were two Dario's, didn't you?

So isn't it possible there's someone pretending to be him now?

- For sure it was him at the hotel. - Yeah. Sure, sure, sure.

Lys?

Lys, it's me, Leonardo.

Lys, I know you're in there. It's important I talk to you.

Shh, shh.

Alma, let's get out of here now.

Shh.

Lys, come on, please.

Shh.

- Go ahead. I'll get the light. - Okay, great.

What?

Well, Mau, you probably should've left the lights off, yeah?

- I have a system for this stuff. - Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. These are the photocopies of the autopsy report.

- Great. - M'kay, hang on a second.

- Okay. - This has to stay between us.

I don't think I have to explain to you how much trouble--

I understand perfectly.

Don't worry.

- Okay? - Yeah.

- You're sure? - Thank you. You have been very kind.

Okay, so…

Oh, come on.

Oh, there's so many pages.

Ah! Ah, here. Victim toxicology.

Mmm, just what I was looking for.

And, of course, you two were going to get on a plane

and fly away and hide somewhere,

not thinking you could easily do so in a city of 25 million people.

Whose idea was it, Alma?

Darío's?

It doesn't really matter. We've got work to do.

What do you still have that for?

In order to prove that you're innocent in all this,

we've gotta connect your friend to the murderer of Dario's fiancée.

That's our best shot.

Sure, but we need to find out what happened to Darío.

And we will. But trust me, first things first, okay?

His lover is taken from him,

and the first thing the guy does when we let him go

is go looking for another woman?

Why?

Maybe that woman has something to do with Alma's escape, huh?

What? What woman?

Or maybe she's his accomplice.

Accomplice to who? Darío or Alma?

Or both.

No, no. I don't think so.

But is she an accomplice in the murder of Julieta Lazcano

or Alma Quintana's escape?

Wait, one step at a time.

The plans we found in Alma's apartment. What about those?

What plans though?

Right. The plans…

Detective, with all due respect,

we've been working on this thing for 36 hours, no rest.

Can't we sleep for a bit and try to figure it out tomorrow?

You bet.

But I want you in first thing tomorrow.

Ramos, what is it? You got 'em?

They're together, Detective.

They're on their way into the apartment in Río de Janeiro Square now.

This is ridiculous.

Completely absurd.

I have nothing to do with your girlfriend's disappearance

or with your fiancée's death, okay?

Then why were you looking for her, huh?

I wasn't looking for her. I found her. That's very different.

The two of us were in that group together.

But I didn't know about Alma

or the relationship between the two of you.

What is your problem?

Oh, please. There's some conspiracy behind all this?

Lys, it's because I know you talked about me.

Really?

It didn't occur to you maybe she, I don't know, talked to me about you?

Because that's how the group works.

Women go to the group, and they talk about their experiences

with… with manipulative men

who treat them perversely

or about narcissists like you.

Do not fucking lie to me about this.

You gave her my book.

Yeah.

I gave her your book.

We might have talked about Hopscotch.

So what, Darío? What's the problem?

What are you worried about?

That she might find out about our history, about how things were?

- Shut the fuck up! Just shut up!

Just shut your fucking mouth, and tell me where Alma is!

- I don't know. - Answer me.

You don't know? So then why run away from Mexico?

Answer me!

The same reason I left New York when you followed me there.

Because I knew that if we were near each other…

I wouldn't be able to contain myself.

I wouldn't be holding back.

This is…

Get off me. Stop.

I know you want this.

This is the video that the cops had

that puts you at the scene of the crime that night.

What video is this?

- And where did you get it? - Hey, just watch.

You didn't see that drone?

Look, I was in shock, Esteban. I can't remember seeing any drones there.

Esteban, I didn't kill her.

Julieta wasn't up there when I got on the roof.

Her body was already in the water.

Wait, wait. What's that light?

Is it the other Darío or someone else?

No, no. There's nobody else.

Come on! If this piece of shit had been recording earlier,

we'd know what was going on!

Maybe it's your Darío?

Darío was completely unconscious at the time.

It must have been somebody else.

Well, you heard Montaño. Maybe Lys is his accomplice or something.

I don't know! I don't know! They could be doing anything right now.

They could be fucking in her apartment for all I know.

And Leonardo?

How does he… He knows her?

Why the fuck was he at her apartment? What was so urgent he had to go tonight?

Let's relax. Too many questions about all this.

Why don't we go and get some rest and talk about it tomorrow?

Okay? We'll get some rest. It'll be a long day tomorrow.

What are you doing?

Don't worry.

You're not nearly lucky enough to sleep with me, hmm?

I'm sleeping over here.

Leonardo Solares?

That's me.

Hello.

I'm Lys, a friend of Alma's.

Lys?

- Was this a mistake? - Yes, a mistake.

Don't worry. Alma won't know a thing.

- This never happened.

You and I have never met.

You and I have never met.

So what's your plan?

To keep me locked up here forever?

Maybe I will.

Or at least until you tell me where she is.

What?

I'm getting undressed.

That doesn't bring back memories for you?

Don't twist this.

I'm here, but I'm only staying because I know you're behind all this.

That's it.

Okay. So, more than .08 is, like, legally drunk.

Mmm, it was her bachelorette.

- Love gets you drunk too, right?

On top of that, there's this other stuff.

This benzodiaze… fucking…

The what?

Benzo…

…diaze…

…diaze…

…pine.

…pine.

Benzodiazepine.

Exactly.

Dear Lord, I ask you to keep me away from evil.

Dear Lord, I ask you to help me follow the light.

I thank you for all the love that you've shown me

through your words, Lord.

Dear Lord, I ask you to keep me away from evil.

Dear Lord, my path is open thanks to you.

Dear Lord, share with me your wisdom and your light.

Be with me this day and all days, Lord.

I ask that you protect

Alma and everyone I love, my Lord.

I ask that your words guide my thoughts and actions.

- Ramos. Were you asleep, Ramos?

No, no. Here, ma'am.

Any news?

No, no. Darío hasn't left. He's still in there now.

That's fine. Stay there.

Just let me know about any movement.

Morning, Detective.

Hey, Jiménez. You got anything about that woman yet?

Nothing.

We tried running her photos through facial recognition databases.

- She's not in there. - And the address?

- No information about that? - Mmm, no. Well, yeah.

It's in the name of Ernesto García, but we're still looking into it.

When you have some better news, let me know.

Yeah.

Detective.

I got the Sacramento office to send me the call logs

for Julieta Lazcano.

Shit, Mendoza.

We obtained her phone. Why do we need her call logs?

Sorry, but I thought it was urgent.

What's urgent is that I speak to Íñigo Lazcano.

Hey, so you never told me how it went with Esteban last night.

Uh…

fine.

Just fine?

But he didn't tell you anything about what's going on with your mom?

I thought he said he'd help?

- He knows that she's innocent, right? - Karina…

Look, I'm still basically asleep here.

I got back late, and my head hurts from all the wine.

The wine?

You drank with Esteban?

Yeah.

A bit. Why?

It's fine. I just thought that Esteban doesn't ever drink.

Well, Karina, who's the detective here, huh?

You or Esteban?

Relax, it's cool.

Well, I'm glad that I didn't lose my purse.

Thanks for that.

There's no need to thank me.

Here's a clean shirt, if you wanna change at all.

Are you gonna be gone for a while?

I don't know.

This sort of fieldwork doesn't have a schedule.

There's food and drink in the fridge over there.

See you later.

Don't forget about Lucinda's suitcase.

García's mother told me she gave it to Montaño

and that it should be at the station.

It's important, Esteban.

I'm sure we can find some information in there

to prove that Darío has a brother or a cousin, something.

Why don't you stop thinking about Darío and his clones for a minute?

Why don't you just have a seat and relax? No one's gonna find you here, okay? Hmm?

I'll see you later.

If you're bored, there's a great porno over there

called Perverted Stepmom and Megahorny Teen Do the Nasty.

- Oh, yes, and popcorn too.

Thank you so much for coming in again.

I wanted to start off by apologizing for my behavior.

It doesn't make sense why you let Darío go.

And I understand that it doesn't make sense.

You still haven't told me why you brought me back in.

A new person of interest has appeared in the case.

Someone that we don't know, but we thought you might help us identify.

Do you know this woman?

Of course.

That's the adoptive mother of Darío.

- So you were here yesterday? - No.

Don't lie.

If not, how did you know I was leaving?

What time? What gate?

You know, I figured it was you, but now I'm certain.

What do you mean?

A DVD. A copy of some of the more memorable moments

of the two of us.

It was in the DVD player, but now it's gone.

So if it wasn't you who stole it from me,

then someone came into my house,

grabbed it, nothing else, and then ran off.

Dario, stop that video.

Why?

It'll be part of our tradition.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

What's taking so long, son?

Did you find that bottle?

Alberto.

Alberto.

Alberto Guerra.

Alberto Guerra and his wife, Lys,

adopted him after Antonio committed suicide, that is.

So you're saying Antonio Guerra is Darío's biological father.

Correct.

Darío's father,

Alberto Guerra's cousin,

and for a time,

the only heir to his grandfather,

Cristóbal Guerra.

And what happened to this inheritance when Darío's father committed suicide?

So, Cristóbal Guerra

came to find me, looking for advice on the matter.

He wanted his will to reflect a sole heir to his fortune.

Darío.

I proposed that he hire a trust firm. One in New York.

Right.

And so that would be when the charitable uncle Alberto

went to adopt him.

Exactly.

His inheritance was locked away.

He could collect it when he turned 21.

He wasn't able to?

No.

I met him around that time.

That was when Julieta and I lived in California.

Darío came to me because somebody else collected his inheritance.

An impostor. Someone pretending to be him.

The fake Darío Guerra.

- Lys! It's Leonardo. - Leonardo.

My next-door neighbor should have a key to my apartment.

Hurry up, please. Darío could be back at any moment.

That motherfucking light.

That's why the book is called Hopscotch.

Mmm. You sound convinced that I'll like it.

You will because it's a story of desperate love.

It's full of absence, obsessions.

Because it's a book of dreams, Darío.

And neither dreams nor obsessions

have a beginning or an end.

Alma!

What happened to you? Where have you been?

I don't know who you are. I don't know if you're here to rescue me,

or if you're just a piece of shit who's been playing me all along.

Or maybe you're just a teenager who's fucking his mother.

Lys is my adoptive mother.

Ah, so much better. I feel so much calmer now.

Were you working with her?

- You wanted to incriminate me. - Alma, come on.

I'm here because I thought Lys might've done something to you.

So where the hell have you been all this time?

Why not ask her? She seems to know about my life.

- Alma, please just talk to me. - You're nothing but a liar.

- It's the truth. I swear. - Let go of me!

What truth? That you knew Alberto Guerra? That he's your uncle?

That you lived with him? That you had birthdays with him?

How you both slept with the same woman?

I guess you're the one who stole my video, then.

If Lys wasn't your accomplice, you wouldn't be here right now.

We're no different. You were in that apartment too.

- So you've been lovers this whole time? - What are you talking about?

That was years ago.

Now I understand.

This is where you got the money for all of your suits, private planes.

- Your passports, hmm? - Alma, I told you. I don't have it.

- I'm certain she stole my money.

Alma Quintana? You'll have to come with us.