His name is Darío.
I'm sure you've seen him around the hotel.
And let me tell you, you can't forget him.
He's handsome,
wonderful…
His face is enigmatic and so seductive.
-It's a bit long, isn't it? -Mm-hmm.
I knew it.
My mom is taller than me. I know.
My mother…
My mother died young.
But I know that it'll be different for me.
Darío and I will have our happy ending.
Is it finished now?
Yes.
It's all yours.
It's so beautiful.
Take that to Evidence.
You're making a mistake.
A grave mistake.
Uh-huh. Get in the car, please.
I think we should have more than enough evidence.
Any word on that asshole?
They're still looking for him with the thermal cameras.
Are you serious?
This woman speaks English perfectly well.
My client is a citizen of France,
and it's my duty, as her attorney, to do what's in her best interest.
So if you wouldn't mind translating for your compatriot,
she will not be leaving here
before she can explain why she owns the phone
from which the last message was sent to Miss Lazcano
right before her death.
And, apparently, she murdered her husband.
And now, based on what they found,
they believe that she possibly also killed Julieta Lazcano.
So, what have they found, then?
Well, they have photos, some messages,
evidence that she…
that she not only knew about Julieta
but that she was there the night that she died.
And what's worse is there's proof
that she must have planned out every single little detail
to make Darío and I seem guilty of everything that happened.
I have a question for you.
Do you really think Darío's innocent?
Do you think that he is?
Mom.
I don't know, but…
I figured it must've been a man.
Just, like, think about it.
The simple act of carrying a drugged woman who's unconscious. It's not easy.
She'd be heavy, no?
And then to throw her off a roof?
Look, I don't know. I don't know this Lys,
but you… you have to admit it's unlikely she has that strength.
That's what I think, anyway.
Hmm.
I don't know.
But, apparently, they said she had an accomplice.
Who?
Of course. Right. Yes, it must've been Darío's twin.
Zoe.
Then who else?
I don't know. Look, just tell me about you.
Are you all right?
What's up with Karina?
Long story.
Is there really nothing between her and the Andorra account?
Nothing.
I asked Financial about getting a report, but…
all of that money that Harris & Lawsons deposited to the account?
Converted to Bitcoin. Impossible to trace.
And no, apparently, Lys had nothing to do with the huge transfer.
Yeah. Well, we've gotta find something, don't we?
You looked at this yet?
What is this?
-What is it? -"Mark Jennings."
"Financial Adviser."
You know him?
No. Never heard of him before.
Well, well, well. What do we have here?
A USB?
Great. Plug it in.
PUBLIC PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE
Wow.
This might call for a celebration.
But I just… I can't accept it. It's impossible.
You were positive this whole time Darío was responsible.
Yes, Íñigo, I know that.
I know that this is emotion talking.
But honestly! Lys?
Seriously?
What?
You say this like…
like you know Lys very well.
No.
No. No, I just mean
it's not possible.
It's not, Íñigo.
I just… I just don't understand.
Leo, I do know her.
A little bit too well.
Alberto Guerra and Lys…
well, their marriage was very odd.
When I met them, they were friendly, polite.
They appeared to be a normal couple.
Nothing was strange.
I was still living in Mexico,
and
Alberto spoke of
Darío, and…
the inheritance, the trust.
Until one day…
On that day, things changed.
I saw something change in Lys.
At first,
I thought it was because she was an actress.
She was… sensual,
seductive.
One night, she invited me over for dinner.
When I arrived, she told me Alberto was away.
She said he had gone to Monterey for business
and wouldn't be back until the next day.
We drank some wine.
That night, she started coming on very strong.
She was intense.
She kissed me.
She touched me.
And I…
…I got carried away. I couldn't stop.
I gave in.
That wasn't the worst part.
The worst…
the worst came next.
Alberto,
he hadn't left town.
He was there,
and he recorded it all.
Motherfucker!
Alberto enjoyed watching his wife have sex with other men.
Of course he wanted to take advantage too.
One or two weeks later,
Alberto sent me a photograph of Lys,
a nude one.
So he extorted you, then.
I'm not sure I'd call it extortion.
He was putting pressure on me.
He was trying to convince me that Darío's inheritance
needed a new executor,
and that's what led me to the decision to move to California with my daughter.
He just kept sending photos to the house.
More and more of them.
What is it?
Leonardo.
Íñigo…
I have to tell you something.
What?
I slept with Lys.
In this hotel.
We met downstairs at the bar. We had a few drinks.
Ended up back in my room.
Why didn't you tell me before?
I was really drunk Íñigo.
But you remember what happened?
No.
Now that I think back to it,
she could have been recording us.
Do you think that's even possible?
With Lys, anything's possible.
I just transferred the money.
Now,
show me the magic, Mark.
No, wait.
I'm all right.
Esteban, why don't you quit the act for a bit?
Have a drink.
You don't have to pretend here.
You really believe that I'm pretending?
What I'm trying to tell you is, um, I don't need to be convinced at all.
You don't have to be a saint all the time, man.
Trying to convince you of anything is way down my list of priorities.
Especially not of being a saint.
You have no idea how much I'm craving it.
And thank God for that, so no.
I stopped believing in God ages ago.
After everything that happened to me,
what I've been through,
how could I believe in God?
You can believe in him or not.
It doesn't change the fact that he's all around us.
God comes into our lives so he can save us.
That's what happened to me.
That fateful night in New York,
my life was changed forever.
Then I came back to Mexico, and thanks to you and to the Lord,
I was only in prison for a year.
Your God had nothing to do with it, you know?
I owed you a favor, Esteban.
You know that better than me.
If it hadn't been for you,
I'd be rotting in prison right now,
convicted of homicide.
Get out.
I said get out.
Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?
Look at me.
Look me in the eyes.
Did you talk to my dad? He's rich. He can give you anything you want.
Look me in the eyes!
You don't remember?
Want me to refresh your memory?
Friday, February 2, 2007.
I'll never forget that day.
These are the same eyes that watched as you climbed on top of me and raped me.
How about now, asshole?
You and your little shit friends,
you had fun with me that night, didn't you?
Don't do it. There's another way.
What way?
Oh, wait. Like my police officer dad who defended these fucking assholes?
"Let's not start any trouble, Eugenia."
"We don't want a fuss."
Is that how you wanna proceed, Esteban?
Hey, hey, hey. Don't do it.
He's already scared enough. Look at him.
Eugenia, come on.
Lower the gun, Eugenia. No. No!
Shit!
Let's go!
Fuck!
Are you really gonna stay here?
Yeah.
I'm in good company.
I hope no God shows up trying to save me.
Question them together.
You'll be able to tell who's lying immediately.
Well, have a nice night.
Cheers to you.
And to you.
I am fully aware of how the justice system works in this country.
You don't need to explain it.
However, you do owe me a few other explanations.
Because up until now, it's all been lies.
You were at the hotel the night of Julieta Lazcano's bachelorette party.
I have a log showing multiple calls and messages
sent from Julieta's cell phone to a phone you purchased.
And one of her friends identified you
as the seamstress who delivered her wedding dress.
Lys, should I go on?
None of what you said proves I killed her.
What's your relationship with Darío Guerra?
Relationship?
There is none
anymore.
Darío, well,
I used to know him.
He was my husband's nephew and lived with us a while.
That sounds pretty familiar.
You can come in.
This was your idea, wasn't it?
What, exactly, are you trying to do here?
The two of you were lovers.
Lys cheated on her husband with you, didn't she, Darío?
No.
She wasn't cheating.
He knew what was going on?
And sometimes he'd watch us and record it.
I didn't understand.
Of course you understood.
You loved every second.
I was a minor when you abused me, Lys.
Huh?
You know that's how I lost my virginity.
It seemed like a game until you
started mentioning love.
Which leads us to the death of
Alberto Guerra.
Oh, this is madness.
DEATH CERTIFICATE
We checked the death certificate
and have requested a statement from Dr. Garrido.
What did you tell the police, you piece of shit?
What are you up to?
You want them all to think I'm crazy? Is that it?
-Lys. -What do you want?
Calm down.
You knew about this?
Of course not.
I'm just as surprised as you two are.
Mr. Guerra here believes you hired someone to pretend to be him.
Someone who could pass for him.
That's absurd.
Absolutely.
Witnesses saw him in the hotel.
The same man who attacked Alma
and approached you outside of your building.
I was in my hotel room, and…
they told me this guy had been shot.
Lys,
what can you tell me about a man named Mark Jennings?
Nothing.
Take a look. We got this from the bank in Andorra.
Nothing I do or say
will make any difference, will it?
Lys's sexual history isn't part of the investigation,
but, um, her past relationship with Darío certainly doesn't bode well.
What about Dr. Garrido?
Sorry.
-Yeah? -Mr. Solares? It's Gerardo Carvajal.
I have some information for you. Can we meet?
One second.
What is it?
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Just tell me when.
You know, a lot of today reminded me
of what I went through a year ago with you.
And Esteban.
For a moment there, I identified with Lys.
Detective, we've just found Mark Jennings.
Where?
Last night, he crossed the land border into Nuevo Laredo.
And, uh, take a look at this.
They sent us a copy of his border resident pass
from Laredo, Texas.
Hey, hey! Stop! Hey! Look out! Stop!
Hey, hey! Don't you dare move! Come here.
Get up! Let's go. You're coming with me, asshole!
Sit your ass down now!
And don't move! Don't you fucking dare!
-You called me. Why'd you run? -I know, man. I know. I just got scared.
And don't move. You'll be okay if you stop trying to run.
Relax.
-You've been at the station, haven't you? -Yeah, sure, asshole.
-And the detective trusts you? -Get to the point!
I know Lys is there,
and I have valuable information that can help you.
-You wanna make a deal? -Yeah.
You're gonna have to tell me everything you know.
Move!
-Move it! -I'm going!
You son of a bitch. You made me run.
-Move it! -Ow! Shit, man!
I hope you don't mind taking the subway.
What can you tell me about a man named Mark Jennings?
Nothing.
We've just found Mark Jennings.
Last night, he crossed the land border into Nuevo Laredo.
Hello, Darío.
Can I meet you?
You're going to Laredo, Mendoza, ASAP.
The consul will see you at 4:00.
Make absolutely sure you dig up whatever you can on this guy
Mark Jennings.
You got it.
I'm sorry. Is it possible to come back later?
We're still in here. Would you mind?
Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought it was empty.
Thank you.
Darío!
What are you doing here?
I was supposed to meet you.
Yeah.
But in the park, not here.
I forgot my wallet.
I was about to text back and say we should meet here.
How'd you get in?
It doesn't matter, does it?
The cleaning lady was… was about to start tidying when I got here.
But that doesn't matter.
What's important is the reason that I wanted to meet up with you.
I hated how we left things, you know?
I don't wanna keep fighting.
It hurt me, Darío, that I had to ask you to leave.
I didn't want to.
Alma, it was hard for me too.
That you didn't have faith in me.
Listen to me.
I was so confused by what was happening to us.
But you need to know that I never doubted how I feel about you.
And I want us to be together.
Because I finally know the truth.
Do you wanna be with me too?
Lucero Andrade Soto? Visitor.
My guess is they planned the entire thing to set me up.
Who? Who could be plotting against you? Darío and Lys?
Come on. What's eating you?
That there's something…
a really important piece that we're leaving out.
What?
The supposed twin that's impersonating Darío.
We've just found Mark Jennings.
Last night, he crossed the land border into Nuevo Laredo.
They sent us a copy of his border resident pass
from Laredo, Texas.
A plane will be on the tarmac waiting to fly us to Nuevo Laredo.
A friend will meet us with some passports.
It's the truth, I swear.
What truth? That you knew Alberto Guerra?
That he's your uncle?
That you lived with him? Thought you had birthdays with him?
You both slept with the same woman?
And the baby?
She drowned him.
The suitcase.
The suitcase that belonged to my mother. It could have a clue.
How can I believe something that doesn't make any sense, huh?
Your own uncle forced you to have sex with his wife, is that it?
Alma, I need you. Please listen because you're the only one I can count on now.
I love you, and I need us to be all right. Please, my love, believe me!
Enough! No!
He was very aggressive and violent,
and he pushed me, threw me up against the wall.
You fucking bitch.
Darío might have done that,
but why would Darío check back into the same hotel?
Alma, where are you?
Darío's twin just showed up again.
I shot him, but he got away.
Apparently, the guy who looks like you attacked Lys earlier.
So the police managed to shoot him, but he got away, and I wanted to see if…
See what? If I had bullet wounds?
-It's all so confusing. -But only when it comes from me.
Because when that damn piece of shit Esteban tells you something,
you listen.
I said it happened near Lys's house,
but I never told you Esteban was there.
It was always you, wasn't it?
You son of a bitch. Get off.
You son of a fucking bitch! It was always you.
You fucking asshole! Get off me!
It was always you.
You just made it all up, the whole twin thing, didn't you?
It was always you. l up, the whole twin thing, didn't you?