Was it her?
I'm not sure.
It just happened.
I might forgive you.
I might understand you.
But her, no.
You don't really know her.
You don't know who Lys is.
She'll try to finish you off, just like me.
Pass me the note in the drawer.
I need you
to deliver it for me, son.
You'll find his name in my address book.
His name is Íñigo Lazcano.
And don't tell Lys.
And what should I tell Íñigo?
Is everything all right?
It's time for your medicine.
Alma!
-Esteban. -Are you okay?
Mm-hmm.
-I'm okay. -What's going on?
What happened, Jiménez? Did you get him?
No, Detective.
-It all happened so quickly. -Yes, fine.
I was about to grab him
when he jumped the fence and got away from me.
-We've got people searching for him now. -Okay.
You sure it wasn't Darío?
I… Well, it looked just like him, but, no, it wasn't Darío.
He came right in, and he was very aggressive, very violent.
And he pushed me, threw me up against the wall.
Well, Darío might have done that.
Detective,
Ramos was following Darío Guerra when he checked back into his hotel
at exactly at 11:49.
Three minutes before this incident occurred.
As far as we know, he's still there.
Good.
Get a team in here. We need fingerprints and DNA.
I remember he was wearing gloves, for sure.
But why would Darío check back into the same hotel, hmm?
Isn't that a bit strange?
Alberto had so many phobias.
Doctors, hospitals. He couldn't go near clinics.
Once he… he requested general anesthetic…
-Thank you. -…when they worked on his molar.
Imagine that.
So, of course, that night, he didn't wanna go to a hospital.
And Garrido?
He suspected nothing?
What did he know about all of this?
MY GAMES WITH LYS HAVE GONE TOO FAR…
Of course I was living in the United States.
I didn't stay up-to-date on all the mail I received in Mexico.
Why did Alberto want me to talk to Garrido?
I don't know.
There's no way for us to know anymore. Besides, I heard that Garrido passed on.
Mm-hmm.
You're not gonna get that?
No.
One of the women from the group that I attend,
she calls me at all hours, apparently.
You're right. It is late.
Well, I should be going, then.
Um…
I was wondering…
were they very close?
Or perhaps it was just about that trust fund of Darío's.
Garrido knew about that?
You know, I have absolutely no idea,
but is that really important anymore?
Yes, you're right. Of course.
One other thing.
They questioned you, I know.
The police are investigating all this.
I would say that some things from the past are just…
better off left in the past, you know?
Of course.
Yes, I know.
You're right.
Well, then. I'll be off.
I'll walk you out.
-Thank you very much. -Thank you.
Are you a complete idiot?
I must've told you a million times not to call here.
Did you do what I asked?
How long have you been close with Montaño?
Actually, we've always been close. She and I used to be pretty good friends.
I can't understand what's happening. Just a few days ago--
Some days you know you can trust somebody, and some days you don't.
Sometimes your enemy becomes your ally,
and your allies are against you.
Other times it might just be coincidence
that you stay close to someone for the rest of your life.
Montaño and I decided
we'd work together on the same team.
Mmm.
What about the investigating that we did, Esteban?
Don't worry about it. She only knows what she has to, hmm?
Now, tell me.
Did you give Darío a key to this apartment?
Yeah.
Damn it.
Hey, look. Esteban, if it was Darío, he would have let himself in
and just waited for me to go to sleep.
But no. He rang the bell.
Tried to trick me into thinking it was Darío.
Alma, do you really believe that?
He was right here.
I saw his face right in front of me.
I know, Esteban, you must think I'm crazy. And yes, maybe I am now, but…
Look, what I need is to get a hold of that suitcase that belonged to Lucinda.
And to get it, I need the keys to the police station.
If we manage to get the suitcase,
we'll be able to get something on him. I know it.
Zoe!
THE SUN
Then he's there.
The stranger touches me as if he had ten hands.
Who kisses me as if he had 100 mouths biting, devouring me.
And I wanna stop,
but I can't.
Alma, it's me, Julieta Lazcano. I have to see you.
Alma Quintana, you'll have to come with us.
I'm not sure if it's pleasure or desire that drives me.
One of them is keeping me there, holding me, and I die in that moment.
You fucking bitch.
Alma Quintana, you must come with us.
Alma, it's me, Julieta Lazcano. I have to see you.
Hey, hey. Mom, hey.
Hey.
What's going on?
Did you have a nightmare?
I'm here for you.
Yeah. Oh, Mom, it's okay.
You're safe. You'll be fine, okay?
-Was it him? -Mm-hmm.
-It was him. -No one's gonna hurt you, okay?
It's okay, Mom.
Can you explain to me how they got a sample of my blood?
They work with plasma, actually.
If it's frozen, plasma can last up to five years.
That way, we're able to do studies after an autopsy.
Oh. Can you explain that to me?
Sure. So…
Well, it's complicated, but, uh, it has to do with chromatography.
It's about the bioavailability of certain substances in the blood.
And what did they find?
Julieta didn't consume benzodiazepines, as we assumed,
when she was believed to have killed herself.
They weren't part of her depression treatment.
So, then,
she was drugged.
It's possible.
Then that same night, someone must've slipped her a heavy dose.
Do you think you could get that report for me?
I think it's important that Montaño and Esteban see it.
I'll get it to you.
-I'll be back in a sec. -No, no.
Check who it is.
Thanks, Moni.
If you hadn't called the police, I think I'd be dead by now.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I saw him check in through the hotel's computer registration system.
At 11:49 p.m.
Mm-hmm.
He didn't stop anywhere. He went straight up to his room.
I watched the cameras in the elevators.
Nobody saw him,
and there's nothing strange on any of the other feeds.
It's impossible that he was both in his room
and at Alma Quintana's apartment.
Darío Guerra didn't leave the hotel.
Lord, please listen to my prayers.
Listen to me, I pray. Please, Lord, listen.
I beg you to keep me in your thoughts,
and help me to make the best decisions, Lord.
Lord, please listen--
Do you really think God will help you?
This church doesn't seem to be doing so well.
How'd you find me?
Let's just say
your spirit guided me.
You better shut your mouth.
Oh.
So, then it's not a joke.
Don't leave, Esteban.
I really wanna know how the Lord reached out to you.
In jail, right?
No, not even.
In New York?
Harris & Lawsons? You remember?
I had nothing to do with it.
I actually tried to find you.
But you were in Mexico, in jail.
All this bullshit is just ridiculous.
Esteban, none of that matters.
I just know that I need your help.
Forget everything between us.
You're the only one who can help me with all this.
You can try to find the bastard who's impersonating me.
So, you're telling me there's a man you've seen
who looks almost identical to Darío
and that he's impersonating him.
He possibly murdered Julieta
and also attacked you last night?
I know it sounds completely crazy.
I know. I know because, to me, it seemed that way too at first.
But after what happened last night, yes.
So maybe he… Did he come back later, possibly?
No.
Do you see why I'm falling apart?
You can see my life has become a fucking puzzle
that I have no idea how to put back together
because I don't know if Darío really has a twin brother
or if it's maybe just some guy that looks like him doing all this.
You see, I thought that, well, maybe Lys is in on it with Darío or both of them.
-No, no, no, no. Look, Alma. Hey. -I don't know. I don't understand this.
Alma, you're starting to spiral again.
Just listen. What if the solution is simpler than you think?
Do you have it?
Do you have that simple solution?
Well, no, not now, but why don't you
just tell me everything in your own words.
Why are you really here, hmm?
Let me guess. You wanna find out what the police know about you?
Is it that?
After everything we've been through, you're trying to manipulate me, really?
Darío, it's a dog-eat-dog world.
You know more about my past than I do.
You mixed me up in all this inheritance shit.
-I made a mistake. -No. There was no mistake.
But I never got my inheritance, did I?
Esteban, help me find this damn asshole.
Find him? Ah, your evil twin, yeah?
Is that who?
You believe that?
I don't know. I don't know.
I suppose. I guess that his story does make a bit of sense
because he was only 16, 17 years old
when he went off to live with his aunt and uncle, so…
Yeah, just a kid living with a mentally ill mother.
He witnessed the suicide of his father,
then right off to live with relatives who abuse him, treat him poorly.
There's a video.
I saw the video of them having sex.
Darío, well, both of them, seemed really into it.
I still think the one pulling the strings could be you.
That you're working with Lys.
That you brought in somebody who looks like me
and had him take the money.
Don't try to play dumb, Esteban.
-You've always been in love with Alma. -You finished? Are ya?
Let me tell you.
I have been haunted by the same dream playing in my head for a year.
How about you maybe help me make sense of it.
Hallelujah.
Are you familiar with dissociative identity?
It's also referred to as multiple personality disorder,
more commonly.
What are you trying to say? Darío, he has a second personality?
Not sure. It's an option.
DID operates as a sort of defense mechanism
when the psyche is confronted by highly traumatic events.
Then the mind creates multiple identities
to dissociate itself from events it cannot process.
Events like your mother trying to drown you?
Exactly like that.
Mmm.
So, it's possible this false Darío appears
when Darío's confronted with events
that recall a past trauma, you know?
Trauma like when his father died
or when his adopted mother showed up out of the blue.
I don't get it. It's all just…
…too much information.
I don't know.
Esteban?
Yeah. Of course I wanna go with you.
Especially now. I need to know about that suitcase.
This asshole tried to kill my wife,
and I'm the last to know.
Why didn't Montaño tell me?
Put your phone down, and listen to me, please.
They asked me to keep you from getting involved,
prevent you from interfering.
You reacting like this could jeopardize the investigation.
What should I do, then?
Just wait around, twiddling my thumbs, while this
psychopath murders Alma?
They haven't confirmed that Darío attacked her.
It's very possible someone's pretending to be Darío.
Íñigo, that is such fucking bullshit!
You aren't the judge in this case.
There's evidence that proves the existence of this man,
and I saw him, Leo.
Ask your brother. He has proof.
My brother?
And we verified her alibi. It checks out.
The neighbor in 201 confirmed
that Ms. Guerra had dinner with her and her husband that night.
Updates on the crime scene reconstruction?
Did you get the photos and videos from the bachelorette party?
No. No, not yet.
But I promise to get them to you before you go to the hotel.
Detective, Esteban Solares and Alma Quintana have arrived.
I'll be right out.
What the hell does this have to do with Esteban?
He's been working with Montaño.
Wow.
Are there other surprises that you think I should know of?
Well, actually, yes.
Darío has been staying at the hotel.
I'm only telling you
so it doesn't come as a surprise to you seeing him here.
We have to stay calm and not overreact.
There's no room for error.
So what else?
Darío is lying.
He's got a plan. That's why he came for me.
Look, Esteban, we have to try to be objective.
It's impossible for him to have been in two different places at the same time.
You know that. He couldn't have gone to my apartment.
Maybe not! But maybe we're missing something.
Darío improvise this? No way.
Hmm.
Is this it?
Yes, that's the one.
Lucinda Andrade's case file. Number I-37-68.
The infamous trunk full of Darío's mom's memories.
Let's see what we got in here.
Hey.
Can I come in?
I'm…
So, Mau, I wanted to thank you for the evidence.
My mom called the police.
Your mom's okay?
Yeah.
No.
But she'll be fine.
Good.
So, uh,
I think that's it.
Thanks. I should go.
You should've told me.
Told you what?
Look, you don't have to tell me about your life or your girlfriend.
It's none of my business.
But I wouldn't have minded knowing
so I wouldn't have felt so used by you.
That's what you think?
That…
that I used you?
Zoe, you know what? Don't worry about it.
-Forget about it. It's all fine. -No, but I…
Mau,
I have no doubts, okay?
No, no doubts
about me or her…
I decided to be with Karina,
and that, I don't doubt that at all, no.
I don't doubt that, but you…
you're a doubt that I have…
and I need to know, Mau.
-Leonardo, thanks for coming. -Well, you did ask me to come.
Please.
Have a seat.
No, Lys. That's not necessary.
Leo, I'm scared.
It's obvious that Darío wants to frame me.
You know what he's capable of.
Yeah.
But I believe that Darío is, for the moment--
First, he tried to get Alma, and now he's trying to incriminate me.
He thinks everyone will believe that I'm crazy, that I'm a killer.
I'm worried, Leo. And I'm alone.
Except for you.
I'm glad you're here to help keep me safe.
I've been remembering the night we spent together.
Lys, let's not play.
Honestly, I don't know if Darío has anything to do with it,
but Alma, Esteban, and Montaño,
they're working together on the case now.
Alma?
Yeah.
So if you help to seduce me…
it'd be of no use to you.
You're better off with one of them.
What's this?
Don't look at me like that.
You both know that part of my story, don't you?
Let's focus on finding something important in here, okay?
Yeah. Okay.
-I have to take this. -Yeah.
Do you mind explaining to me what happened during this part of your story?
Because, honestly, what I remember is some, um, Brazilian doctor
making hundreds of clones of Darío or something.
-Good story though. -Mm-hmm.
You like it?
What is this?
Why is there a photo of you with Lucinda, when Darío--
No! Darío was already born when we took that photograph.
So get the thought that I'm his father out of your mind.
Look for a birth certificate or something.
Okay.
Hey. Let me see that one.
-Letters. These are useless. -What else?
Empty envelopes. Great.
Documents for a bank that doesn't exist.
What's this?
His mother?
Is that two babies?
-Hi. -Good morning.
Good morning. Um, I have this note for Mr. Íñigo Lazcano.
Okay. Thank you.
Thank you for being here.
You see that blue light there?
Sure, but where is it coming from?
Might be another video camera. Or from a cell.
I don't know. Maybe Mr. Carvajal can clear it up.
Me?
Uh, I have no idea what that could be, sir.
-Mmm. -And where did you get this video from?
You're not asking the questions here.
Gerardo…
this photo.
Tell me, do you recognize this woman?
No, I don't believe so.
You sure?
It doesn't seem like you're really looking.
What about that? You see her? Hmm?
How about now? You recognize her yet?
Hmm? Hmm?
No, I don't. I'm sorry, sir.
He says he doesn't know her.
Many thanks, Gerardo.
I'll call you if we need anything else.
Absolutely. Anything you need. Excuse me.
Bye-bye.
That piece of shit's covering for her.
-What's up, Alma? -Can you come down?
Guess who's hoping to cooperate.
If you brought this note to me,
then you already know this house.
You knew me.
No. I was given your name and told to deliver this note. That's all.
But yet you said nothing when you first came here.
Said nothing when you found me in California
to help you with your inheritance.
Or when you fell in love with my daughter.
-Was this all part of some plan? -Of course it wasn't.
-Were you using Julieta? -Come on now.
What I experienced with Julieta was the most honest thing I've known.
Maybe that fucking money was related to what happened.
I'd give up every dollar if I could go back in time
so I would never have met her.
Excuse me.
I didn't know Darío was getting married.
I had no idea he was even here.
If I had known about that, I would've been on the first flight back to Paris.
Lys, please just stop lying to us.
You knew perfectly well what was happening,
or else you never would have told me
the story of the professor seduced and corrupted by her student.
I didn't tell you because I was ashamed. What would you have done?
You could have fooled me then, Lys,
because it seemed like you had planned it all.
What were you doing in New York when you saw Darío?
I wasn't trying to see him if that's what you're insinuating.
I wasn't insinuating anything.
What do you know about that trust fund of Darío's?
About the firm of Harris & Lawsons?
Hmm?
-Did you get them all? -Yeah.
These are all the cell phone photos. We have digital copies too.
Right, good.
Let's see what these have to say.
Now is it just me, or is the bride-to-be not having fun?
Yeah, she looks worried.
Hey, look at this.
Lys Antoine was at that party.
So, now what can you tell us about Darío's biological family, hmm?
Did you all really never meet?
No.
But I know that
his father separated from the family when he married Lucinda.
Can we have this conversation outside so I can smoke?
-Are you serious? -Yes.
-Can it wait? -It can't wait.
Hold on. I'm trying to quit too.
This really helps me. Here. Take it.
Do you know if…
if Lucinda and Alberto had another child, in addition to Darío?
Could he, I don't know, have a twin?
No, he couldn't. I already told Alma no.
This is the first time anyone's mentioned him having a twin.
Good.
Darío.
I think you already know Dr. Miguel Garrido.
I swear. I don't know how it happened.
Or how it started.
I don't know!
Well, I swear I know how this will end. ido.