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I invented him to protect myself from Lys.
I had to trick her
and Esteban
and all the other assholes after my inheritance.
Which is also why I transferred it all to Andorra.
Then I converted it to Bitcoin so no one could touch it.
I'll leave you.
That fucking money made them frame my dad
for murdering Leslie Delgado.
That bitch murdered her own husband for it too.
I was afraid for my life, Alma.
I know it doesn't really make any sense,
but I couldn't find any other way to save myself
than create another person. I had
to create another Darío.
What about the picture, then?
The one of the two babies with your mother.
Yes, I did that too.
I planted it in the suitcase so they would think I really had a twin.
You're completely crazy!
No, sweetheart. Don't! Please, no. I'm not crazy.
-It's me, your Darío. -You attacked me.
You checked in here to get an alibi for that night
and then came to my apartment and almost killed me, Darío.
-No! No, no, my love. -Yes. And Montaño and your stepmother.
Did you kill Julieta?
No.
No, no.
I didn't kill anyone.
Carvajal's testimony is going to sink you.
He says
you paid him to help you pass yourself off as a seamstress with Julieta.
That you asked him to give you a copy of the video of Darío and Alma
screwing in the laundry room.
That you convinced him to erase the surveillance videos
from that night at the hotel.
And that you planted evidence in Alma's apartment.
This is too much, Lys.
I'm already risking a lot. Okay?
There's no option.
You have to talk.
Get me Alma.
She's the only one I'll talk to.
I don't know what the connection is
between Montaño and Esteban, but I know him.
I know not to trust that bastard.
Look at this. It's all here.
You see?
I knew those two would be dangerous, so I protected myself.
Look what they did. They tried to kill me. Esteban shot me!
Get down!
That's the entire truth.
And now you have to make a decision.
You have all the facts.
Making up a fake Darío, you can turn me in for that if you want,
but that has nothing to do with who murdered Julieta.
We're both free to start a new life together.
Please.
Please say yes.
You and me. Hmm?
Far away, somewhere new, huh?
You know no one else can love you like I do.
Is that a yes?
Yes.
We'll go wherever you want.
It's going to be great.
Finally, the two of us will be free, right?
Yes! Yes!
Boss.
-I just heard from Mendoza. -Who is this Mark Jennings?
He's deceased.
It's a classic case of identity theft.
Mark Jennings was a US citizen who lived in Laredo, Texas
and died five years ago.
His age and physical description are similar to Darío Guerra's.
Or his twin.
How was he able to get around the border security screening?
Apparently, the security filters at the border controls
are quite unreliable.
Then tell Mendoza to review all of the footage
at the control stations and not to check in again
until he's found whoever crossed over with this ID.
Got it.
Everything Esteban told you is true.
That night I was at the hotel.
I had already been watching her.
I got close to her the same way I got close to you.
To gather information to manipulate her.
I sent her the video from the laundry room.
I wanted to see the look on her face
when she saw her future husband
screwing another woman just before her wedding day.
Why?
Why would you do that?
To ruin the wedding.
-Jules. Jules, where are you going? -Just to the bathroom.
Sending the video to Julieta, drugging her,
then taking her up to the room where you and Darío were fucking
to create an enormous scandal.
But things didn't go quite as you planned them.
Julieta!
What are you doing up here?
Aren't you supposed to be at your bachelorette party?
It's Beatriz.
I'm the one who altered your wedding dress.
What's wrong?
Sweetheart, what's the matter? Why are you crying?
Oh brother. This looks serious.
Have a bit of water, honey.
Thank you.
At first, she was very upset.
But eventually, she calmed down, and she started telling me everything.
Someone
sent me a video of my fiancé and another woman…
Oh…
…having sex.
And I can't think straight.
Well, I think you should
give him a chance to explain.
I can
look for him with you.
-We should try his room first. -No.
I don't need to.
You should go.
Come on, Julieta. I can't leave you here like this.
-Let's go find your fiancé. -Go, Beatriz.
I wanna talk to my fiancé alone.
-Is he coming here? -Yes.
-Ah! Mm-hmm. -Thank you for the water.
I barely had time to hide.
Sweetheart.
Darío?
What are you doing up there?
I couldn't see, but I could hear.
It's her, isn't it?
They were arguing loudly.
She was so mad.
What did they say?
I don't know.
I couldn't make it out from where I was.
-But she was completely beside herself. -Calm down.
I could hear her crying and yelling, and then…
Shut your mouth, Julieta!
Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!
…everything was quiet.
I waited in there a while longer.
I don't know how long I waited.
It might just have been a few seconds, but to me, it felt like an eternity.
Julieta!
Then I saw you arrive.
-Julieta! -Fuck me!
Darío! Darío!
Darío, what happened?
I couldn't really figure out what was going on,
but I was very scared.
-Alma. -My head hurts so much.
-You have to get up now! -Calm down. Calm down, Alma.
-What the hell's going on? -Can you move?
I don't see Julieta.
Julieta is dead.
What?
-What are you talking about? -She's gone. Julieta is dead.
My instincts told me I needed to get out of there.
I needed to run.
When I came out, there was no one.
All I saw was Julieta's phone on the ground.
Which you also manipulated.
I didn't wanna hurt Julieta.
She was never my intended target.
Why did you change your plan, then?
To punish Darío and me?
You're looking at it all wrong.
Don't you get it, Alma?
This story
has nothing to do with you and Darío.
This is my story.
It's about me and Darío.
I lost my mind over him.
I did things for him I never imagined.
I became capable of
pretty much anything.
I murdered Alberto for that boy.
Knowing that Lys was arrested
brings me no joy.
I don't feel any better.
I get it.
But that's how it is with most crimes of passion.
It really just happens in the heat of the moment,
but when that moment is over,
it all fades away.
You and I both know that Lys has always been unstable.
Yes, she has.
Are you finished, sir?
Yes, I am.
Thank you.
You can take this away too, please.
Thanks a lot.
What do you plan on doing now, son?
I don't know.
It's still too soon.
I know I made a mistake, Íñigo.
And that the obsession I had for Alma made me hurt Julieta.
I'll never forgive myself for doing that.
You never wavered in your trust. That gave me hope.
For Julieta.
Because of how she loved you.
And also because of what you've become for me.
I always believed in you.
And I'm thankful.
For Julieta and for me.
With Darío, I discovered
that love is a kind of insanity.
That love…
is a dark desire.
When I thought
-we were going to start a new life… -Darío?
…in Paris…
I've got our tickets for the flight out.
Tomorrow morning we'll be in Paris.
…I realized that
he had left me.
He emptied my safe.
He stole the jewels and the money that I had set aside for our trip.
It was the single most
devastating moment of my life, the absolute worst.
I was pregnant then.
I planned to share the news in Paris.
Was Darío the father?
Alberto and I were never able to have children.
I had already lost three babies.
And then we…
Our sexual relationship ended completely.
I thought the universe was sending me a signal.
Somehow, life was going to give me a second chance.
I was wrong.
Instead of telling Darío on the Pont des Arts,
a week after landing in Paris,
I was all alone in a clinic getting an abortion.
Do you see why I hate Darío so much?
And me?
Was it the same?
Not at first, no.
I only used you.
You used me?
By sending me the fake invitation to the wedding.
By joining Mónica's support group…
to manipulate me.
But to try to frame me?
So I got put in jail?
What the hell?
For what?
When I found out Darío was living with you,
ready to give you everything,
I hated you, Alma.
I remember how I hated you so much.
I hated you with my entire being.
I wanted to hurt you just as much as Darío.
Why tell me all this now though?
Why tell me, Lys?
Because my life is over.
Because Darío won again. Because…
I'm going away for good here.
But you're still free.
The question you have to ask yourself is, what are you going to do?
Are you going to burn in the fires of hell
that women like us were stupid enough to expose ourselves to
by falling in love with Darío Guerra?
Or…
are you going to be the first one to escape from there?
It's your choice.
Nothing?
How's that possible?
I was looking at all the security footage, like you ordered.
There was nobody who looked like Guerra anywhere.
Not as Mark Jennings or under any other name.
-Hello? -Are you alone?
No, give me a minute.
Can you come back later?
-I'm listening. -Darío killed her. I need your help.
He didn't mention Alma.
Not in the future tense.
But you took his word for it.
As usual.
Turns out you were right, Leonardo.
Darío didn't kill my daughter.
Mmm.
I don't know what he'll do next.
I don't know if he knows that either.
I suppose now that the murderer has been found, we need to find closure…
and go back to our lives.
-Hello. -Hi.
You busy?
No, Alma.
Not too busy for you.
I need your help, Leo.
Please don't embarrass me by saying, "Thank you, Mau."
Thanks for being cool.
Same to you.
I learned a lot, Zoe.
So did I.
It was good meeting you, Karina.
Here's all the most important stuff.
I think.
I don't know what to say.
"Thank you" sounds dumb.
We can still be friends, can't wait, Kar?
In a while, yeah.
I'm sorry.
Hello?
What's wrong, Alma?
Call me.
If you don't, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.
-Who is it? Is it Julieta? -I have to go.
Alma, it's me, Julieta Lazcano. I need to see you.
-Go fuck yourself! -Calm down, for fuck's sake!
Shut the fuck up! Shut your mouth, damn it!
Shut it!
Darío! Darío!
Darío, get up. What happened?
I don't see Julieta?
Julieta is dead.
Hello?
Go to the rooftop terrace.
Sorry?
I know the truth. You killed your fiancée.
Go to the rooftop for your own good.
What the fuck is this?
Look across the way.
The building directly across from you. In front.
On the 11th floor. Do you see me?
Hi.
I was here that night.
I saw you.
I know exactly what you did to her.
All I know is this is crazy bullshit.
Don't lie to me.
Just tell me how much my silence is worth?
Do you realize what you're asking for?
You're sure of this?
No.
But it's a risk I'm willing to take.
I understand I'm asking a lot of you.
And I know what your position has been all this time, but it's my decision.
Just this once.
I wanna be clear.
Come.
Detective, this is Agent Sandoval.
He's our expert in Financial Intelligence.
Excellent.
You'll collaborate with Mr. Lazcano.
Let's find out who the real owner of that bank account is.
-Your luggage will be down in a moment. -Thanks.
-Do you need a taxi? -Yes, I'm in a hurry.
-So as quick as possible. -Of course, sir.
Mark. I'm heading to the airport.
What?
No, no. No, I didn't block anything.
I don't know. Let me check.
Motherfucker.
Mark…
You bastard! I'll kill you!
You did it again! Esteban and you planned it all!
Bullshit!
The wedding! The born-again thing with Esteban!
-It was all planned. You asshole! -That's enough, sir.
Your life is over, Guerra! Let go of me, asshole!
Let go of me! He's the one you want! Call the police!
This fucker and my brother are responsible for this entire nightmare!
Get your hands off me! Get off me!
Get away.
I'm a guest at the hotel.
Esteban!
Where are you, crippled asshole?
Where the hell is that asshole, Alma?
Not here.
I was the one who called.
And the fact that you're here proves that--
Proves what? What the hell is this all about, huh?
You murdered Julieta.
That whole sad, romantic conversation wasn't real at all.
She never talked about her mother or wanting to die or illusions.
Darío?
What are you doing up there?
She was weak from the drugs.
It's her, isn't it?
That crazy lady from the elevator.
Sweetheart.
I don't know who sent you that video, but I can explain everything.
-Of course you're going to explain. -Please let me…
-Julieta. -Don't touch me!
Sweetheart, it's not what you think.
Honey?
-Hold on, Julieta. What are you doing? -Do not touch me!
She was jealous. That's why she called me.
Alma, it's me, Julieta Lazcano.
I need to see you.
-Now? -Yes, right now.
Where are you, Julieta?
The rooftop terrace on the 11th floor.
What was that?
What the hell did you do? Give me the fucking phone.
Jesus Christ!
You had it all planned out, didn't you?
You and that sleazy fucking bitch!
-Be quiet! Don't say shit like that! -Don't touch me, asshole!
I swear I'll call the cops if you touch me again, asshole.
I said I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I swear. Now let me explain.
What did she say that made you decide to kill her?
I'm gonna call my dad
and the police, and I'll tell them what's going on.
Don't say that. Honey, calm down.
-I will destroy you, Darío! -Don't say that.
-I will fuck up your life! -Don't talk to me like that. Stop it!
You and that bitch…
Sometime during that argument, Julieta scratched your arm.
A scratch you never could explain.
-…destroy everything you have! -But I explained it away.
I was such an idiot.
-I need to snap out of this. -Alma, please stop. I can explain.
No one knocked you out, Darío. No one hit you over the head.
There is no other Darío,
and no one injected you with any substance on that terrace!
You just turned into an animal that wanted to kill its prey.
You're good for nothing.
-Go fuck yourself! -Shut your mouth, for fuck's sake!
Calm down and shut up!
Shut your mouth, I said!
Shut your fucking mouth, Julieta!
Be quiet. Be quiet. All right?
Julieta? Julieta?
Julieta? Okay.
But Julieta was too weak.
She had nothing left.
No! No! Ah!
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, no.
Julieta, what'd I do? What'd I do?
What'd I do?
You idiot!
Say it.
Just say it.
Why don't you just get it out, Darío?
That way, we can get out of here, and we can start over from scratch.
-Darío. Darío. -No, Alma. No.
No.
-Say it. -No.
-No, no. No. No. -You killed Julieta.
-Say it. -No, no. No.
Where's the fucking wire?
-I'm not wearing one. -You're recording, aren't you?
We need to get her out. Where the hell's Esteban?
Solares, are you there?
-Bullshit! -Get off me!
I don't believe you! Where is it?
The cameras? The cameras? Where are the fucking cameras?
Where are they?
Where?
Did you hear me? It was her. Alma.
They're the ones who killed Julieta and tried to blame it on me. All right!
Don't move another inch.
I mean it.
Go ahead.
The cameras will catch it all.
You won't shoot.
It's not in your nature, sweetheart.
For either one of us to be free, one of us has to be dead.
Go, Jiménez! Go!
Police investigation! Open the door! Open the damn door!
I won't rest until you're a total wreck,
and I destroy everything you have!
-Go fuck yourself, asshole! -Shut your mouth, for fuck's sake!
Calm down and shut up! Shut your fucking mouth, Julieta!
Julieta.
No.
Íñigo.
What happened?
You don't remember?
What is this?
What is that, Íñigo?
Íñigo, what's going on here?
Íñigo.
Íñigo. What is this?
Íñigo, what's happening?
Saying that I hate him doesn't really describe how I feel.
What hits me so much harder
is that it was really only the first time.
I had the clarity to see his dark side.
I didn't have any physical evidence to show
that it was Darío who killed Julieta,
but I needed to hear him say he did it.
And I couldn't do it by myself.
Obviously,
I had to coordinate with Montaño and…
with Esteban.
With Julieta's father…
with Zoe,
even Leonardo.
What the hell took you so long?
I lost communication.
-You all right? -Yeah.
We don't have much time.
Quiet, Darío.
Quiet.
Sodium pentothal. Also known as truth serum.
Eugenia, I didn't mean to.
I swear I didn't mean to kill her. She made me do it.
Who made you, Darío?
Julieta.
Julieta made me, Alma.
Alma, help me.
Julieta was the one who made me kill her.
He could've killed you.
You know that, don't you?
Mm-hmm.
But there are certain things that are more important than life itself.
Like freedom, for example.
Confronting our own darkness to see the light…
in order to be truly free.
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