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This episode contains scenes
of violence and suicide

which may be disturbing for some viewers.

"Oh, but hatred,"

its sleepless fixity with glass pupils,

its attitude,
which is rest and threat at the same time.

The deer goes to drink
and sees the reflection

"of a tiger in the water."

Alma.

I'm so sorry, my love.

What I'm most sorry about
is that I won't see you again.

There are so many things
that I'd like to tell you but...

what matters the most
is that you know that I love you.

That I love you with all my soul.

Thank you.

Alma.

There's very little
that can be identified.

Except for the cell phone
from which the message was sent.

DARK DESIRE

What about my uncle?

Apparently, he survived the explosion.

They found the tracks
of a car that got away.

How can you be so sure that it was him?

- Darío could have also...
- Sweetie.

Darío is dead.

He left a farewell video.

Did he commit suicide?

No.

- May I see the video?
- No, it's better if you don't.

Oh, sweetie.

I love you.

Suárez.

Do you know who took the evidence
from Brenda Castillo's case?

Do you know who came into my office?

Esteban came by yesterday.

It was before the alarm was issued.

What's up?

I thought he had told you.

He's a son of a bitch.

Zoe, please,
you have to tell me the truth.

Did you help your father escape?

No.

Zoe.

This is a delicate situation.

The police is interrogating Dr. Oropesa.

They think she was his accomplice.

Fuck.

No, she had nothing to do with this.

I was the one who helped my dad.

This can't be true.

My head! The light!

- What's wrong, doctor?
- Calm down.

I told him what he had to do
to be taken to the CT scan room.

Right away, CT scan unit.

- Doctor, fuck, do something!
- Calm down.

There,

I drugged the technician
so that he passed out,

and when he was unconscious,
I gave him his cell phone,

money, and my bank card.

How am I going to leave you
with this mess?

Mr. Judge,

if you escape, you'll be able to prove
that you're innocent,

but if they give you 60 years in jail,
what the hell are we going to do?

And then, I obviously used
the rag with chloroform myself,

and I passed out.

Look, Zoe, don't you realize that you
and your father only made things worse?

You know that there was no choice.

My uncle was capable of poisoning
his own brother.

And we don't know if your uncle
and your dad are accomplices.

Shit.

WELCOME TO MORELOS

Leonardo won't get in touch
with any of us.

By now he knows
that our phones are probably tapped.

- Edith, can I ask you a favor?
- Sure.

I have to go back to Cuernavaca.
Can you stay here to look after Zoe?

Take care of her.

Fuck!

ZOE FOUR MISSED CALLS

Bug?

Esteban.

How are you, brother?

We don't have much time.

We received a signal
from Esteban's cell phone.

But we lost him.

Do you think he's still in Morelos?

It's possible.

He was here yesterday.

He took all the evidence
from Brenda Castillo's case.

What can we do?

Nothing, for now.

But it's important
that you cooperate with us.

Come in, please.

Drop the weapon!

Drop the weapon!

He also took Brenda's cell phone?

Apparently,
he burned everything in the factory.

But I have some good news.

We got a copy of the surveillance videos
of Brenda's house.

I have the hours I was missing
of the video that Esteban got rid of.

Where is the Godfather?

Where is he?

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

What did you do to him?

I came here to save you, asshole!

- What?
- The Godfather deceived us.

Both you and me.

Put that gun down.

Put the gun down, man.

A month before
Antonio Guerra was incriminated

for the murder of Leslie Delgado,

both cousins' grandfather

removed Alberto from his will,

leaving Antonio as his only heir.

At that point,
a key character came into the picture.

José Luis Valdez,

also known as the Godfather.

The Godfather deceived all of us.

He bribed Antonio Guerra's wife

so that she'd give him the evidence
that he used to incriminate him.

Lucinda gave him
all the evidence that we know of.

The wire that he allegedly used
to choke that girl,

the clothes that were allegedly found
in the auto repair shop and...

they even put semen on it

to be able to blame him for the rape.

Let's keep our word, Lucinda.

Not a single word.

There was a multi-million inheritance
on the line,

but they needed to get Antonio Guerra
out of the picture

to be able to claim it.

Alberto Guerra,

Antonio's cousin,

hired the Godfather
to fabricate the crime.

When I had to abandon
the investigation because of you...

Brenda's testimony was used
to finish everything up.

The witness has identified the suspect.

I thought that this thing with Brenda
was a coincidence.

The Godfather insisted
on having her as a witness.

Ma'am.

I was blinded by ambition.

I knew the case would give me a promotion.

It's number five.

It also surprised me
that you agreed to it.

The Godfather manipulated us
and negotiated with Brenda.

Esteban, how do you know all that?

I started putting together
the pieces of the puzzle

while investigating Darío Guerra.

And where is the Godfather?

I have no fucking clue, brother.

So, Alberto Guerra

paid the so-called Godfather

to incriminate Darío's father?

And how about the money
that my uncle Esteban owes Lucinda?

He probably offered her money

so that she would help them
set up the case.

But after Antonio's suicide,
their plan fell apart.

But then,

why did his aunt and uncle
register him as their son?

I don't know, Zoe.

Probably to claim the inheritance
from his grandfather.

Motherfuckers.

Okay.

SUNDAY 04/14/2019

Pause.

Can you rewind it a bit?

There.

12:59 a.m.

And Brenda's call to Esteban
was at 1:06 a.m.

Brenda was still alive when Leonardo left.

Wait.

Alma.

What time did you say
your husband got home?

I don't remember.

But I did see him the following morning.

We haven't found any cash or credit cards,

or his IDs or his passport.

I think what's happening here
makes a lot of sense.

Did you tell him that we were coming?

I already told you I didn't, damn it.

How the fuck
did you escape from the hospital?

That doesn't matter.

The point is that they must have organized
a whole operation to look for us.

What is this?

It's the evidence from Brenda's case.

Damn it!

Do you recognize that jacket?

There's evidence here
that incriminates you.

We have to get out of here now!

Damn it!

If the Godfather fled...

why didn't he take the evidence?

The Federal Traffic
Police Department confirmed

that your husband was detained
the night of the incident

at 1:30 a.m.
for driving under the influence.

He was detained almost all night long

until they realized he was Judge Solares

and they decided to take him home

in his own car.

This rules him out as a suspect.

Morelos Police Department.

You are under arrest.

Hello?

Where?

I'm on my way.

Carmona, we have to leave.

Leonardo Solares was found
at the Godfather's house.

You're very pretty, dude.

You are prettier than ever.

Maybe because I'm broken?

Or maybe because you have
never been so whole?

This too shall pass.

One day you'll find a guy
who doesn't have so many secrets,

who isn't so mysterious,

who doesn't have to send you
anonymous messages,

who loves you openly.

I don't want to meet any other guy.

Look...

I know one day I'll be grateful
for everything I experienced with Darío.

In the end, all the pain that I felt
was because of my ego.

For feeling less of a woman than my mom.

And...

the truth is that...

the day that I slept with Darío...

I realized...

who I really am...

who that weirdo that nobody understood is.

Not even me.

You're wasting your time with me.

If Esteban actually came to this house,

- I wasn't here.
- I know.

But I also know that you guys
covered up for each other a lot.

Let's start at the beginning.

What was Esteban's relationship
with the victim?

And what reason
would he have to kill her?

Tell everything you know, Leonardo.

Brenda and Esteban were lovers.

Don't be jealous, my love.

I've always been faithful to you.

And they were lovers
at the time of Leslie Delgado's case.

In fact...

I was the one...

who crippled my brother.

What?

I shot Esteban outside.

During the expert's investigation,
we found evidence

that there was a party at the crime scene.

We found a bottle of wine.

Mr. Solares,

- you said you drank with the victim.
- That's correct.

I drank a lot that night.

But only tequila.

You also confessed
that you had sex with Brenda Castillo.

Can you tell me where, please?

I'd rather not answer that question

in front of my wife.

It doesn't matter, Leonardo.
We were all unfaithful.

In the breakfast area.

Besides the used condoms,

a men's belt was found.

It was used as a tourniquet
on the victim's arm.

Mr. Solares,

was that belt yours?

No, it belonged to Darío Guerra.

I was with him the previous night.

So, the semen that we found in the condoms

and the belt belonged to Mr. Guerra.

Please, what are you getting at
with all this?

Leonardo, she's just doing her job.

What I'm trying to get at, Mr. Solares,

is that the belt was
at this house the whole time

and Esteban could have used it.

Whose the fuck is this, Brenda?

Who was here?

Huh?

Of course, he didn't know it was Darío's,

and he probably thought it belonged
to one of Brenda Castillo's lovers.

A real man.

Not a crippled alcoholic like you.

Who the hell are you fucking?

Do you really want to know?

Who is he?

Your brother Leonardo.

He fucked me divinely.

I love him.

Unlike you. I was never able to love you.

Ms. García, that's not possible.

I don't remember that there was
any sign of violence found

- on Brenda's body.
- True.

But Esteban and Vallejo were the ones
that filed the report with the coroner.

They could have modified the evidence.

Unless the argument
didn't take place here,

but in the bedroom.

Who are you sleeping with now?

- It's none of your fucking business.
- Who are you fucking?

- Do you want to know who?
- Yes.

- Your brother.
- Really?

Yes. And you have no idea.

He did make me have an orgasm,

- unlike you, crippled piece of shit.
- Asshole!

Do you know who my brother is with?

He's with Alma,

- the woman of his life.
- Shut up!

They're sleeping in each other's arms
while you're here by yourself

like the shitty drunk that you are.

Shut up, bastard!

You shitty drunk!

Go to hell!

Calm down.

Calm down.

Stop it.

Fuck.

This doesn't make sense.

If anything, it's related to Darío Guerra,

or Leslie Delgado's crime,
or the Godfather.

Or García is right.

Maybe Brenda ended up dying
due to our fucked up sexual absurdities.

Nobody's hands are clean here, Leonardo.

García.

We aren't so honorable, okay?

All of this is shit.

Alma.

How are we going to move past this?

How are we going to do it?

We won't. It's over.

And do you know since when?

Since I came to Cuernavaca
and slept with Darío.

And then you came here and fucked Brenda.

I think we don't know each other.

Sometimes we can live an entire life
not knowing ourselves.

YOU ARE NOT POETRY

Look.

"We kill what we love."

The rest has never been alive.

Nobody is as close.

Nobody else is hurt by oblivion...

Lucinda!

By absence,

sometimes even less.

We kill what we love.

Make this suffocation
of breathing with a foreign lung stop!

The air is not enough for both of us.

And the soil is not enough
for the bodies together,

and the portion of hope is small,

and pain cannot be shared.

Oh, but hatred,

its sleepless fixity with glass pupils,

its attitude,
which is rest and threat at the same time.

The deer goes to drink
and sees the reflection

"of a tiger in the water."

Did you know
that it's rumored that Rosario Castellanos

was killed by the Israeli Secret Service?

No, of course not. That was an accident.

She was electrocuted.

No, well, that's the official version,
but some people say...

that she killed herself.

What do you think, Brenda?

Me?

She killed herself.

She killed herself for love.

Wait, I'll put you on speakerphone.

It's Carmona.

We have the audio
of Brenda's last voicemail.

Oh, Esteban.

I knew that you wouldn't answer.

You're going to laugh your head off.

I know that you hate clichés,

but it turns out there's no better phrase
to tell you what I have to say.

When you listen to this message,

I'll be dead.

Yes, love.

I want to leave myself.

The world.

And today I'll keep my promise.

So, don't cry for me

and don't bring me flowers
to the graveyard, okay?

As you know,

I'm allergic.

Do you remember, Esteban,
what you told me once?

That you and I were just substitutes

for the crap that some people call love.

You know what?

I'm tired of just being a substitute.

I'm tired of not being loved.

Loneliness bites the soul.

And disdain cuts the skin.

Did I get corny, love?

Such is life.

That's what we are.

Melodramatic, corny people.

I'm leaving, Esteban.

I'm leaving.

Love kills.