His name is Darío.
I'm sure you've seen him here at the hotel.
A NETFLIX SERIES
And if you've seen him,
you'll never forget him.
He's tall,
handsome…
His gaze is enigmatic,
seductive.
- It's a bit long, isn't it? - Uh-huh.
I knew it.
I knew my mom was taller than me.
My mom…
My mom died young.
But I know things will be different for me.
Darío and I will have a happy ending.
Is it ready?
- Yes. - Oh.
It's ready.
It's so beautiful.
That box goes to Evidence.
You're making a mistake.
A very serious mistake.
Uh-huh. Get in, please.
I think we have enough evidence.
Any news about that bastard?
They're looking for him on the C5 cameras.
Really?
The lady speaks Spanish fluently.
The lady is a French citizen,
and my duty, as her lawyer, is to protect her interests.
Then, please translate to your compatriot,
and tell her she won't leave
until she tells me why she had the cell phone
from which the last message to Julieta Lazcano was sent
the night she died.
And, apparently,
this woman killed her husband.
And now, due to everything they've found,
they think she might've murdered Julieta Lazcano.
And what did they find?
Well, they've found photos, phone calls,
evidence that
shows that not only did she know Julieta,
but that she was there the day it all happened.
Plus there's evidence that she planned everything,
to the last detail,
to make me and Darío look guilty.
I'll tell you something.
Do you really think that Darío isn't guilty?
Do you still think he is?
Oh, Mom.
I don't know.
Look,
I've always thought it was a man.
Really, think about it.
Just the fact of having to carry an unconscious, drugged girl…
She'd be heavy, right?
And throwing her from a roof…
I don't know. I haven't met that Lys woman,
but I don't think she had enough strength
to throw her, you know?
I don't know.
They're also saying that she had an accomplice.
Who?
I know. Darío's evil twin.
Zoe.
Then who, dude?
Why don't you tell me about yourself instead?
How are you?
How are things with Kari?
Long story.
Is there really nothing that links her to the Andorra account?
Nothing.
Financial Intelligence gave me the report, and
the money that Harris and Lawson deposited at the bank in Andorra
was converted to untraceable bitcoins.
And no,
apparently, Lys isn't related to that transfer.
Well, we have to find something, right?
Did you check these ones?
What is this?
"Mark Jennings,
Financial Adviser."
Sounds familiar?
No.
I've never heard that name.
What is this?
A USB drive?
Plug it in.
PUBLIC PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE
Wow.
I think this deserves a toast, huh?
I find it hard to accept it, to believe it…
From the start, you declared that Darío was guilty.
Yes, Íñigo, I know.
I know I'm bitter.
But damn it! Lys?
Really?
What?
You say it as…
as if you knew her very well.
No.
No. I say this because…
I say this because
it's just not…
It's impossible.
I do know her very well.
Too well, maybe.
Alberto Guerra and Lys
were a couple that was…
peculiar?
When I started hanging out with them,
they were always very polite, very kind.
A regular couple.
I still lived in Mexico,
and
we talked about
Darío, about
the inheritance, the trust.
Until one day…
I noticed something different.
Something…
Something weird about Lys.
At the beginning,
I attributed it to the fact that she was an actress.
She was very sensual,
seductive.
One night, she asked me to come over for dinner. I arrived
and she said Alberto wasn't there,
that he'd traveled to Monterrey, and wouldn't come back
until the following day.
We drank wine,
and that night, she was particularly unsettling,
provocative.
She kissed me.
She touched me.
And I
got carried away. I couldn't stop.
I got involved in that madness.
But that wasn't the worst part.
The worst part
came afterwards.
Alberto
wasn't away on a trip.
He was there.
He had recorded everything.
Fuck!
Alberto liked watching his wife having sex with other men.
And he obviously took advantage of that.
One or two weeks later,
Alberto sent me a picture of Lys,
naked.
Did he try to blackmail you?
Not exactly blackmail, but
he pressured me.
He wanted me to make him the executor
of Darío's inheritance, and
that's when I decided to go live with my daughter in California.
Then more photos kept arriving at my home,
he died,
and then…
What's wrong?
Íñigo…
I have something to tell you.
What?
I slept with Lys.
Here, at the hotel.
She came looking for me one night, we talked, drank, and…
we ended up in my room.
Why didn't you tell me before?
Because I was pretty drunk that night.
But you do remember what happened, right?
No.
And now that I think about it,
she might have recorded us with her phone.
Do you think that's possible?
With Lys, everything is possible.
- It's better like this. - Esteban, don't be a hypocrite.
Have a drink.
There's no need to pretend here.
Do you really think I'm pretending?
What I mean is that
you don't have to convince me of anything.
You don't have to pretend to be a saint all the time.
I don't want to convince you of anything, let alone pretend to be a saint.
But because I am no saint,
and because you have no clue how tempted I am,
thank God, I can say "no."
I stopped believing in God a long time ago.
After everything you've experienced, and
everything you've seen,
how can you believe in God?
Believing takes as much work as not believing.
But God is actually everywhere.
God comes into our lives and saves us.
That happened to me.
My life changed completely
that night in New York.
Then I came back to Mexico,
and thanks to God and to you,
I only got one year in prison.
Your God had nothing to do with it.
I owed you a favor, Esteban.
You know that very well.
If it wasn't for you,
I'd be rotting in prison
convicted of homicide.
Get out.
I told you to get out.
Who are you? What are you going to do to me?
Look at me.
Look me in the eye.
You talked to my dad. He has money. He'll give you all you want.
Look me in the eye.
Don't you remember?
Shall I refresh your memory?
Friday, February 2, 2007.
I'll never forget that date.
They're the same eyes that saw you get on top of me and rape me.
Do you remember now?
You and your stupid friends
had lots of fun with me that night, right?
Don't do it. There's another way to solve it.
How?
Like my father, the cowardly cop who defended these assholes?
"Let's not get in trouble, honey."
"What's the point, Eugenia?"
Is that the way to solve it, Esteban?
Don't do it.
The scare is enough. Look at him.
Relax, Eugenia.
No, please.
Put the gun down. Relax. No, Eugenia!
No!
Damn it!
Let's go!
Fuck!
Are you really going to stay?
Yes.
I have good company.
And I hope no God comes to save me.
Montaño, do that confrontation.
Then you'll know which of the two is lying.
Have a good night.
Cheers.
I know very well how justice works in this country.
I don't need you to explain anything.
On the other hand, you do owe me some explanation,
because, so far, you've only told lies.
You were at the hotel the night of Julieta Lazcano's bachelorette party.
I have the record of several calls and messages
sent to Julieta's cell phone from a phone you bought.
And one of her friends identified you
as the seamstress who brought Ms. Lazcano her wedding dress.
Shall I continue?
None of that proves I killed her.
What's your relationship with Darío Guerra?
Relationship?
Nowadays,
none.
Before, he was
my husband's nephew.
He lived with us for a while.
It all sounds very familiar.
Come in, please.
All this was your idea, right?
What's the point of all this?
You two were lovers.
Mrs. Lys cheated on her husband with you, Darío.
No.
She didn't cheat on him.
He knew everything.
Sometimes he watched us and recorded us.
I didn't understand anything.
Of course you did.
And you enjoyed it.
I was underage when you abused me, Lys.
You know I lost my virginity that way.
It all seemed like a game, until
she started talking about love.
Which brings us to
Alberto Guerra's death.
This is not possible.
DEATH CERTIFICATE
We checked the death certificate
and asked Dr. Garrido to come to testify.
What did you tell them, piece of shit?
What's your goal?
That everyone thinks I'm crazy?
Is that it?
- Lys. - What do you want?
Lys, relax.
Did you know anything about this?
Of course not.
I'm as surprised as you.
Darío Guerra thinks you hired someone to impersonate him.
Someone to pretend to be him.
That's absurd.
I agree.
There are witnesses who saw him at the hotel.
The same guy who attacked Alma
and also you outside your building.
I was at my hotel, and yes,
I was told that this guy had been shot.
Lys,
what can you tell me about Mark Jennings?
Nothing.
We have this drive from the bank in Andorra.
Nothing I say
or don't say matters, right?
Lys' sexual life is not part of the investigation, but
her past and that relationship with Darío make a bad impression.
How about Dr. Garrido?
Excuse me.
Yes?
Esteban Solares? This is Gerardo Carvajal.
I have information that could be useful. Can we meet?
Give me a moment.
Yes?
Uh-huh.
You tell me.
I couldn't help remembering
what I went through over a year ago.
With Esteban?
At times, I empathized with Lys.
Ma'am, Mark Jennings was just found.
Where?
Last night, he crossed the land border through Nuevo Laredo.
Look, you'll be surprised.
They sent us a copy of his border resident pass
in Laredo, Texas.
Hey! Watch out!
Hey! Don't move!
Don't move. Come.
Everything is okay.
Sit down there. Sit down!
Do not move.
- Why do you run if you asked me to come? - I don't want anything to happen to me.
Don't move.
If you don't move, you'll be okay.
Relax.
- You work at the prosecutor's office? - Yes. So what?
- Does the prosecutor trust you? - So what?
I know Lys is detained.
I have valuable information that can help you.
- Do you want to make a deal? - Yes.
You'll have to tell me everything you know, dude.
Move!
Hold on!
Fuck, you made me run. Move!
Damn it!
I hope you don't mind riding the subway.
What can you tell me about Mark Jennings?
Nothing.
They just found Mark Jennings.
Last night, he crossed the land border through Nuevo Laredo.
Darío, it's me.
Can we meet?
You'll go on assignment to Laredo right now.
The Consul will see you at 4:00 p.m.
Find out everything you can about the border crossing
of this Mark Jennings guy.
Okay, ma'am.
We're still in the room. Can you come back later, please?
I'm sorry. I thought it was empty.
Thanks!
Darío!
Why are you here?
We had agreed to meet.
Yes.
At the park, not here.
I forgot my wallet.
I was about to call you
to ask you to meet here instead.
How did you get in?
Who cares? The…
The cleaning lady was about
to start cleaning your room, and I came in.
But that doesn't matter.
What matters is the reason why I asked to see you.
I didn't like how we argued.
I don't want to break up like this.
It really hurt me when you asked me to leave.
You'd never done that.
It also hurt me a lot.
Especially that you didn't trust me.
Try to understand.
I was very confused with everything that happened.
The only thing I've never doubted is what I feel for you.
I want us to stay together.
Especially now that I know the truth.
Do you want us to try?
Lucero Andrade Soto?
Visitor.
They could have done all this just to frame me.
"They could have done all this." Who?
Come on, what are you thinking?
I think there is a key element we're not considering.
Which one?
The guy who looks like Darío, who is identical to him.
Mark Jennings was just found.
Last night, he crossed the land border through Nuevo Laredo.
They sent us a copy of his border resident pass
in Laredo, Texas.
A small plane is waiting for us there to take us to Nuevo Laredo.
A friend will give us passports there.
- I'm telling you the truth. - Let me go!
Which truth? That you didn't know Alberto Guerra?
That he wasn't your uncle?
You actually lived with him, celebrated his birthdays,
and even shared the same woman.
How about that baby?
She drowned him.
The suitcase.
You told them about my mom's suitcase. Did they check it?
What do you want me to believe?
That you were forced to fuck your stepmother, or what?
It's what happened.
Please, I need your help.
I'm telling you this because I need to heal.
I only trust you, love. I need you to listen.
Damn it! Stop it!
He was very aggressive and violent, he insulted me,
and he only spoke to me in English.
Well, Darío also speaks English.
Why did Darío come back to check-in at the same hotel?
Alma, where are you?
Darío's twin showed up again, but this time he was coming after Lys.
I shot him, and he's badly wounded.
The guy who's impersonating you was near Lys' home.
They chased him, shot at him, he's wounded and I wanted to see…
See what? Did you want to verify if it was me?
- It's so confusing. - It is if it comes from me.
But if Esteban, that motherfucker,
tells you he saw me, you believe him.
I told you what happened near Lys' home, but I never said Esteban was there.
It was always you, right?
You're a son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch, it was always you.
You're a bastard. Get off me.
It was always you.
You made up that whole story about the fucking twin.
It was always you.