Dark Desire (2020) s02e09 Episode Script
You've Become Your Own Worst Enemy
1
[tense music playing.]
[Alberto.]
There's no escape, you son of a bitch! [tense music continues.]
I'm gonna kill you, fucking bastard! [panting.]
[music fades.]
This boyfriend of yours did this to you.
You are absolutely nuts.
I have proof, Alma.
I need you to believe me.
I don't wanna listen to anything you have to say.
- Just get these off of me, and let me go! - Listen to me.
- I don't wanna hear it! Untie me! - Listen, damn it! Just listen to me! What do you want, hmm? You want me to trust a manipulating psychopath? No! I won't trust you.
Well, I'm not sure you have other options.
- [handcuffs rattling.]
- Settle down.
- Settle down.
You'll hurt yourself.
- Let me go, asshole! - Enough! I'll get you some water.
- [Alma grunts.]
Fucking hell! Shh.
Quiet.
You need to take it easy, okay? Easy.
Take a bit of water, Alma.
Easy.
There.
[Esteban screams.]
You have no fucking idea how much I hate you! That's right.
You hate those who wanna help you and love the traitors.
Right now, your only option is to trust me.
So that means we're gonna settle down and have a civilized conversation.
Where is DarÃo? DarÃo went to hand over Julieta's phone.
And whatever's on there, that's proof enough for them.
There's no proof because I wasn't there.
There's nothing because I didn't touch Julieta.
- I didn't kill her.
- I know you didn't kill that girl.
I need you to help me prove you're innocent, okay? Where is DarÃo? - [Alma.]
Where did they take him? - [Esteban.]
I don't give a shit! - [Alma.]
What did you do? - All I wanted was to save you, okay? Save me from what? From yourself.
Yourself.
And this obsession with that bastard that makes you do crazy shit.
You've turned into your own worst enemy.
[tense music playing.]
[footsteps echoing.]
WAITING ROOM [brooding music playing.]
I'm sorry.
Such a beautiful girl.
When I heard it on the news, I couldn't believe it.
I wanted to give you a hug, at least.
Thank you.
I appreciate it.
Weren't you in Paris? When did you get back? I actually still live in Paris, but I I had some outstanding business to attend to.
Have you seen DarÃo? No.
No.
You know things didn't end very well between us after Alberto passed away.
And the truth is, I would rather not talk about him.
[Ãñigo.]
I understand.
I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I really do need to clear up a few things regarding DarÃo.
Speaking to you would really help me with that.
Of course.
We could discuss it over a bite to eat or a drink? Yes, except, right now, I have to be at a very important meeting, I'm afraid.
But you, do you still have the same telephone number? [Ãñigo.]
Yes.
Do you still have it? - Yes.
- [both laugh.]
I'll be in touch, and we'll get together.
Wonderful.
[footsteps echoing.]
[pensive music playing.]
- [Alma.]
So what's the point? - [Lys.]
Pardon? [Alma.]
You went on and on with this whole story of a married woman who becomes obsessed with a beautiful but much younger lover.
Do we know each other? Have you heard of me? [Alma.]
Do you know Esteban? You were involved with DarÃo Guerra, right? [Lys.]
DarÃo was 17 years old.
Nearly 18.
And he was my student.
[DarÃo.]
Where'd you get this? From your teacher.
- Which teacher? - Literature.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Lys.
[Lys.]
But there is one thing I am sure of.
It's that no woman who's ever loved DarÃo Guerra has come out in one piece.
One way or another, some kind of hell awaits her.
Lys is my mother.
[Esteban.]
DarÃo betrayed you.
He turned you in.
[Eugenia.]
Don't waste my time, Mr.
Guerra.
I'm telling you the truth.
I don't know where Alma is, and I'm worried about her.
- [Ãñigo.]
Do you think he's lying? - [Leonardo.]
Absolutely.
[Eugenia.]
I have a recording.
We intercepted a call.
You were heading to the airport in Toluca.
I swear, if you don't know where she is, I can't help you.
I told you everything.
- Your story is hard to swallow.
- I know.
It's completely insane, but we were [DarÃo.]
Stop! [DarÃo.]
We were on our way but cut off by the state police.
Their faces were covered.
They took Alma then knocked me out.
[DarÃo grunts.]
[Eugenia.]
The problem is I checked with every police force in the state of Mexico.
[DarÃo sighs.]
None of them claims the operation.
No one has Alma.
Fucking hell! What do you wanna hear? The whole truth.
Because I will find her.
I just want to take a look for myself, Mau.
Those documents are confidential.
Especially right now.
And I especially need to look at that damn file because I'm sure it contains something that exonerates my mom.
[Mauricio exhales.]
I can't let you have them.
I need to show that she's innocent.
I know I can find the truth in that file.
I can't help on this one, Zoe.
Listen, I know my mom went off the deep end.
[sighs.]
But murder? I just need a look.
It'll take five minutes.
Okay, but not here.
Tonight at my place.
- Okay.
- [Mauricio.]
Okay.
First off, you came in with your father-in-law to give me Julieta Lazcano's phone.
Remember? You handed me evidence that incriminates Alma.
And what's the first thing you did when you left here? Go to her apartment and help her escape.
- Somethings fishy.
- [DarÃo.]
I made a mistake.
I never should have brought Julieta's phone to you.
Because after coming here, I started to remember certain details.
Alma took the fire exit.
There's no way she went back to the room to hide the phone.
Ãñigo Lazcano saw Alma on the tenth floor the day before the phone was found in your room, Mr.
Guerra.
That doesn't make sense.
Why would Alma plant evidence to incriminate herself? [Eugenia.]
She didn't plant it.
She went to retrieve it.
[DarÃo.]
It couldn't have been her.
It had to be someone else.
Who? Your twin brother? This theory that you have a twin is pure bullshit, DarÃo.
Do you have a better one? This isn't over.
[door closes.]
What happened, Eugenia? Why did you stop the interrogation? You have to keep pressuring him until he talks.
He's probably got Alma tied up somewhere.
You need You need to shut it.
Stop talking to me in that tone.
I put up with it so far because I thought you could help.
But I'm fed up, Leo.
You're no longer the powerful judge on his throne, ordering people around like minions.
Leave my headquarters now.
Get the hell outta here.
Did you reach Esteban? [Jiménez.]
I can't find him anywhere.
I sent people to his house, the church he attends, the construction site where he works, and no one's heard anything.
- Is he involved in that business? - Just track him down.
Yesterday.
[exhales.]
INVESTIGATION UNI How's it goin'? Hi, I'm from the DA's office, on behalf of Detective Montaño.
I went to see her.
- I gave her a video of the hotel - [Esteban.]
I know.
I need a complete copy of that video.
Unedited.
Montaño doesn't understand what's going on.
And she has absolutely no idea who DarÃo is.
And you do? You trust her? Shit, Ãñigo.
That psychopath asshole has done nothing but lie to you.
And Alma? She's his lover, but she's innocent? How come? We've known each other since we were teenagers.
We were married for over 20 years.
We have a daughter.
I know her life, her history.
But with DarÃo Guerra, everything's off, ambiguous, confusing.
We're completely in the dark with this guy.
His mother came to see me earlier.
His mother? I'm aware the flight is full, but it's very important that I leave for Paris this evening.
Can you put me on the waiting list? Perfect.
Mm-hmm.
Terminal two.
Gate 93.
Thank you.
[paper tearing.]
[door opens.]
[pensive music playing.]
[DarÃo.]
We were on our way but cut off by the state police.
Their faces were covered.
[Eugenia.]
The problem is I checked with every police force in the state of Mexico.
None of them claims the operation.
No one has Alma.
[Alma.]
From your teacher.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Lys.
[keys jingling.]
[officer.]
Follow me.
Hands out.
[Eugenia.]
I got nothing out of him.
He won't budge.
[Jiménez.]
With all due respect, boss, we could charge him with obstruction of justice.
Or aiding and abetting.
[Eugenia.]
He's no use to us locked up in here.
Out there, he can lead us to Alma Quintana.
I want Ramos to tail him.
We stay on his heels.
Take the cuffs off.
Sign here.
You're free to go.
[pensive music playing.]
[pensive music continues.]
So, she was an actress? Yes.
Sort of.
Lucero Andrade, I think.
Colombian.
She was very popular in the '90s.
She came to Mexico to try to expand her career, and she ran into Alberto Guerra.
They got married and adopted a young Ah! Found it.
Here.
She goes by the stage name Lys Antoine.
DEBUT EVENING FOR ACTRESS LYS ANTOINE Lys! What? You know her? No.
[dramatic music playing.]
[Leonardo.]
No.
No.
She must look familiar from something I saw on television.
I doubt it.
She didn't work much.
After she met Guerra, her life did a 180-degree turn.
They fell in love.
Started a family.
[dramatic music continues.]
[both moaning.]
What do you really want from me? [Ãñigo continues indistinctly.]
[dramatic music continues.]
[Alberto.]
Eighteen is a big milestone, so we wanted to celebrate by having cake with our closest friends.
Later, you can celebrate with your friends.
No going overboard.
[Alberto.]
He's an adult now.
He has the right to celebrate how he wants.
This is for you.
[young DarÃo.]
Thank you.
DarÃo is interested in film studies.
It seems to be his passion.
So if things go according to plan, he'll study cinema when we move to Paris.
- Sounds good.
- [chuckles.]
This just came out.
[Alberto.]
Yes, the very latest model with the best camera on the market.
I'm in shock.
- [Alberto.]
Cheers and congrats.
- [all.]
Cheers.
Now you have to impress us with amazing videos, you know.
[all laughing.]
Congratulations! [phone ringing.]
CALLING LEONARDO [phone continues ringing.]
[metal door clanking.]
[Esteban.]
Alma! I got your favorite takeout.
Now I'm hoping we can have a normal conversation like family.
Alma.
Hey.
Alma.
Hey, hey.
Alma.
Hey.
Hey.
Alma.
Hey.
Fucking hell.
Fucking hell.
Fucking hell.
Come on.
Wake up.
[Esteban grunting.]
[tense music playing.]
[groaning.]
[officer.]
This is what we think is the most relevant, Detective.
This computer seems to belong to DarÃo Guerra.
Let's make sure it gets to cybersecurity right away and see what's on it.
And an invitation to Mr.
Guerra's wedding.
[officer 2.]
I found this in the main bedroom closet.
They're blueprints.
They were underneath some clothes.
[tense music playing.]
[Jiménez.]
These are the plans of the tenth floor.
The numbers on each of the rooms and the names from the guest list.
[Eugenia.]
The bar where they had the bachelorette party.
The rooftop terrace.
[tense music continues.]
The emergency exits.
The stairs.
[Alma.]
I can't believe this is happening.
The escape plan.
[panting.]
[tense music continues.]
[man.]
Stop! [tires screech.]
- [man.]
Are you all right? - [Alma.]
Yeah.
- Are you nuts? - [man 2.]
Fuck you! [car engine starting.]
[DarÃo.]
Thank you.
This is Ramos.
He's going into a courtyard in RÃo de Janeiro Square.
I'll wait for instructions.
[Alma.]
Taxi! Taxi! I'm going to the Roma.
RÃo de Janeiro Square.
[elevator motor whirring.]
[doorbell buzzing.]
[doorbell buzzing.]
[DarÃo.]
Lys! Lys! [pensive music playing.]
[Alma.]
From your teacher.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Lys.
[pensive music continues.]
"Terminal two.
Gate 93.
" What are you doing? [young DarÃo.]
Trying out my present.
And waiting for you to give me yours.
- [Lys chuckles.]
- [young DarÃo.]
Right here.
Right now.
DarÃo, stop that video.
[young DarÃo.]
Come on.
It'll be part of our tradition.
[both chuckle.]
Stop it.
Someone could see us.
Doesn't that excite you? It's my birthday, Mama.
[tense music playing.]
What's taking so long, son? Did you find that bottle? [tense music intensifies.]
I'm gonna kill you, fucking bastard! Stop right there, you little fucker! [tense music continues.]
DarÃo! - Get your ass up.
- [panting.]
No.
No, no, no, no.
Please don't! Get your ass up! No.
- Please don't.
- After everything I've done for you.
- That's the thanks I get? - No.
Asshole.
I swear I don't know how it happened, how it started.
I swear.
I swear I know how it's going to end.
- [gun clicks.]
- [music swells to crescendo.]
[gunshot echoing.]
[doorbell ringing.]
[Leonardo.]
I need to speak to Lys.
You must have her address.
- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.
[car horn honks.]
[DarÃo.]
Hello.
[Ramos.]
Damn it.
Asshole.
[car engine starts.]
[tires screeching.]
[tires screeching.]
- [Lys.]
Uh-huh.
- [indistinct announcement over PA.]
Yes, I just got to the airport.
I hope so.
I asked to stand by on the 1012 to Paris.
I'll let you know.
Okay.
Okay.
Ciao, bye.
[elevator bell dings.]
[doorbell buzzing.]
[doorbell buzzing.]
[tense music playing.]
[Alma.]
Lys? Lys? Lys? [indistinct announcement over PA.]
[Ramos.]
We're at the airport.
No sign of Alma Quintana, but I wouldn't be surprised to see her any minute.
[Eugenia.]
Don't let him out of your sight.
- Okay.
- Report every move, Ramos.
[Alma.]
Lys? [young DarÃo on video.]
Trying out my present.
I'm waiting for you to give me yours.
Right here.
Right now.
[young DarÃo chuckles.]
[indistinct chattering.]
Where do you think you're going? [tense music playing.]
- What the hell are you doing here? - Shut your mouth, Lys! You're going to explain why you did it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't play innocent with me.
I know you have something to do with this, or you wouldn't have come.
[Lys on video.]
Dario, stop that video.
[young DarÃo.]
Come on.
It'll be part of our tradition.
[Lys.]
Stop it.
Someone could see us.
Doesn't that excite you? [camera shutter clicking.]
[message notification chimes.]
Jiménez! [Jiménez.]
What's going on? Ramos is sending pictures from the airport.
[Jiménez.]
Who is he talking to? You really think I got on a plane from Paris all the way to Mexico just so you wouldn't get married? Seriously? You don't really think I had anything to do with Julieta's death.
I'm not gonna repeat myself.
You're not getting on that plane.
They're heading out.
[Ramos.]
What do we do? Don't intervene.
Just follow.
Let go of me.
Let go! VIP LOUNGE FOOD COUR [Eugenia.]
I don't want him to know he's being tailed.
Just keep them in sight, Ramos.
Okay.
[young DarÃo on video.]
It's my birthday, Mama.
[DarÃo, Lys moaning.]
[tense music playing.]
[moaning.]
[tense music continues.]
[gun clicks.]
[pensive music playing.]
[music fades.]
[Alberto.]
There's no escape, you son of a bitch! [tense music continues.]
I'm gonna kill you, fucking bastard! [panting.]
[music fades.]
This boyfriend of yours did this to you.
You are absolutely nuts.
I have proof, Alma.
I need you to believe me.
I don't wanna listen to anything you have to say.
- Just get these off of me, and let me go! - Listen to me.
- I don't wanna hear it! Untie me! - Listen, damn it! Just listen to me! What do you want, hmm? You want me to trust a manipulating psychopath? No! I won't trust you.
Well, I'm not sure you have other options.
- [handcuffs rattling.]
- Settle down.
- Settle down.
You'll hurt yourself.
- Let me go, asshole! - Enough! I'll get you some water.
- [Alma grunts.]
Fucking hell! Shh.
Quiet.
You need to take it easy, okay? Easy.
Take a bit of water, Alma.
Easy.
There.
[Esteban screams.]
You have no fucking idea how much I hate you! That's right.
You hate those who wanna help you and love the traitors.
Right now, your only option is to trust me.
So that means we're gonna settle down and have a civilized conversation.
Where is DarÃo? DarÃo went to hand over Julieta's phone.
And whatever's on there, that's proof enough for them.
There's no proof because I wasn't there.
There's nothing because I didn't touch Julieta.
- I didn't kill her.
- I know you didn't kill that girl.
I need you to help me prove you're innocent, okay? Where is DarÃo? - [Alma.]
Where did they take him? - [Esteban.]
I don't give a shit! - [Alma.]
What did you do? - All I wanted was to save you, okay? Save me from what? From yourself.
Yourself.
And this obsession with that bastard that makes you do crazy shit.
You've turned into your own worst enemy.
[tense music playing.]
[footsteps echoing.]
WAITING ROOM [brooding music playing.]
I'm sorry.
Such a beautiful girl.
When I heard it on the news, I couldn't believe it.
I wanted to give you a hug, at least.
Thank you.
I appreciate it.
Weren't you in Paris? When did you get back? I actually still live in Paris, but I I had some outstanding business to attend to.
Have you seen DarÃo? No.
No.
You know things didn't end very well between us after Alberto passed away.
And the truth is, I would rather not talk about him.
[Ãñigo.]
I understand.
I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I really do need to clear up a few things regarding DarÃo.
Speaking to you would really help me with that.
Of course.
We could discuss it over a bite to eat or a drink? Yes, except, right now, I have to be at a very important meeting, I'm afraid.
But you, do you still have the same telephone number? [Ãñigo.]
Yes.
Do you still have it? - Yes.
- [both laugh.]
I'll be in touch, and we'll get together.
Wonderful.
[footsteps echoing.]
[pensive music playing.]
- [Alma.]
So what's the point? - [Lys.]
Pardon? [Alma.]
You went on and on with this whole story of a married woman who becomes obsessed with a beautiful but much younger lover.
Do we know each other? Have you heard of me? [Alma.]
Do you know Esteban? You were involved with DarÃo Guerra, right? [Lys.]
DarÃo was 17 years old.
Nearly 18.
And he was my student.
[DarÃo.]
Where'd you get this? From your teacher.
- Which teacher? - Literature.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Lys.
[Lys.]
But there is one thing I am sure of.
It's that no woman who's ever loved DarÃo Guerra has come out in one piece.
One way or another, some kind of hell awaits her.
Lys is my mother.
[Esteban.]
DarÃo betrayed you.
He turned you in.
[Eugenia.]
Don't waste my time, Mr.
Guerra.
I'm telling you the truth.
I don't know where Alma is, and I'm worried about her.
- [Ãñigo.]
Do you think he's lying? - [Leonardo.]
Absolutely.
[Eugenia.]
I have a recording.
We intercepted a call.
You were heading to the airport in Toluca.
I swear, if you don't know where she is, I can't help you.
I told you everything.
- Your story is hard to swallow.
- I know.
It's completely insane, but we were [DarÃo.]
Stop! [DarÃo.]
We were on our way but cut off by the state police.
Their faces were covered.
They took Alma then knocked me out.
[DarÃo grunts.]
[Eugenia.]
The problem is I checked with every police force in the state of Mexico.
[DarÃo sighs.]
None of them claims the operation.
No one has Alma.
Fucking hell! What do you wanna hear? The whole truth.
Because I will find her.
I just want to take a look for myself, Mau.
Those documents are confidential.
Especially right now.
And I especially need to look at that damn file because I'm sure it contains something that exonerates my mom.
[Mauricio exhales.]
I can't let you have them.
I need to show that she's innocent.
I know I can find the truth in that file.
I can't help on this one, Zoe.
Listen, I know my mom went off the deep end.
[sighs.]
But murder? I just need a look.
It'll take five minutes.
Okay, but not here.
Tonight at my place.
- Okay.
- [Mauricio.]
Okay.
First off, you came in with your father-in-law to give me Julieta Lazcano's phone.
Remember? You handed me evidence that incriminates Alma.
And what's the first thing you did when you left here? Go to her apartment and help her escape.
- Somethings fishy.
- [DarÃo.]
I made a mistake.
I never should have brought Julieta's phone to you.
Because after coming here, I started to remember certain details.
Alma took the fire exit.
There's no way she went back to the room to hide the phone.
Ãñigo Lazcano saw Alma on the tenth floor the day before the phone was found in your room, Mr.
Guerra.
That doesn't make sense.
Why would Alma plant evidence to incriminate herself? [Eugenia.]
She didn't plant it.
She went to retrieve it.
[DarÃo.]
It couldn't have been her.
It had to be someone else.
Who? Your twin brother? This theory that you have a twin is pure bullshit, DarÃo.
Do you have a better one? This isn't over.
[door closes.]
What happened, Eugenia? Why did you stop the interrogation? You have to keep pressuring him until he talks.
He's probably got Alma tied up somewhere.
You need You need to shut it.
Stop talking to me in that tone.
I put up with it so far because I thought you could help.
But I'm fed up, Leo.
You're no longer the powerful judge on his throne, ordering people around like minions.
Leave my headquarters now.
Get the hell outta here.
Did you reach Esteban? [Jiménez.]
I can't find him anywhere.
I sent people to his house, the church he attends, the construction site where he works, and no one's heard anything.
- Is he involved in that business? - Just track him down.
Yesterday.
[exhales.]
INVESTIGATION UNI How's it goin'? Hi, I'm from the DA's office, on behalf of Detective Montaño.
I went to see her.
- I gave her a video of the hotel - [Esteban.]
I know.
I need a complete copy of that video.
Unedited.
Montaño doesn't understand what's going on.
And she has absolutely no idea who DarÃo is.
And you do? You trust her? Shit, Ãñigo.
That psychopath asshole has done nothing but lie to you.
And Alma? She's his lover, but she's innocent? How come? We've known each other since we were teenagers.
We were married for over 20 years.
We have a daughter.
I know her life, her history.
But with DarÃo Guerra, everything's off, ambiguous, confusing.
We're completely in the dark with this guy.
His mother came to see me earlier.
His mother? I'm aware the flight is full, but it's very important that I leave for Paris this evening.
Can you put me on the waiting list? Perfect.
Mm-hmm.
Terminal two.
Gate 93.
Thank you.
[paper tearing.]
[door opens.]
[pensive music playing.]
[DarÃo.]
We were on our way but cut off by the state police.
Their faces were covered.
[Eugenia.]
The problem is I checked with every police force in the state of Mexico.
None of them claims the operation.
No one has Alma.
[Alma.]
From your teacher.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Lys.
[keys jingling.]
[officer.]
Follow me.
Hands out.
[Eugenia.]
I got nothing out of him.
He won't budge.
[Jiménez.]
With all due respect, boss, we could charge him with obstruction of justice.
Or aiding and abetting.
[Eugenia.]
He's no use to us locked up in here.
Out there, he can lead us to Alma Quintana.
I want Ramos to tail him.
We stay on his heels.
Take the cuffs off.
Sign here.
You're free to go.
[pensive music playing.]
[pensive music continues.]
So, she was an actress? Yes.
Sort of.
Lucero Andrade, I think.
Colombian.
She was very popular in the '90s.
She came to Mexico to try to expand her career, and she ran into Alberto Guerra.
They got married and adopted a young Ah! Found it.
Here.
She goes by the stage name Lys Antoine.
DEBUT EVENING FOR ACTRESS LYS ANTOINE Lys! What? You know her? No.
[dramatic music playing.]
[Leonardo.]
No.
No.
She must look familiar from something I saw on television.
I doubt it.
She didn't work much.
After she met Guerra, her life did a 180-degree turn.
They fell in love.
Started a family.
[dramatic music continues.]
[both moaning.]
What do you really want from me? [Ãñigo continues indistinctly.]
[dramatic music continues.]
[Alberto.]
Eighteen is a big milestone, so we wanted to celebrate by having cake with our closest friends.
Later, you can celebrate with your friends.
No going overboard.
[Alberto.]
He's an adult now.
He has the right to celebrate how he wants.
This is for you.
[young DarÃo.]
Thank you.
DarÃo is interested in film studies.
It seems to be his passion.
So if things go according to plan, he'll study cinema when we move to Paris.
- Sounds good.
- [chuckles.]
This just came out.
[Alberto.]
Yes, the very latest model with the best camera on the market.
I'm in shock.
- [Alberto.]
Cheers and congrats.
- [all.]
Cheers.
Now you have to impress us with amazing videos, you know.
[all laughing.]
Congratulations! [phone ringing.]
CALLING LEONARDO [phone continues ringing.]
[metal door clanking.]
[Esteban.]
Alma! I got your favorite takeout.
Now I'm hoping we can have a normal conversation like family.
Alma.
Hey.
Alma.
Hey, hey.
Alma.
Hey.
Hey.
Alma.
Hey.
Fucking hell.
Fucking hell.
Fucking hell.
Come on.
Wake up.
[Esteban grunting.]
[tense music playing.]
[groaning.]
[officer.]
This is what we think is the most relevant, Detective.
This computer seems to belong to DarÃo Guerra.
Let's make sure it gets to cybersecurity right away and see what's on it.
And an invitation to Mr.
Guerra's wedding.
[officer 2.]
I found this in the main bedroom closet.
They're blueprints.
They were underneath some clothes.
[tense music playing.]
[Jiménez.]
These are the plans of the tenth floor.
The numbers on each of the rooms and the names from the guest list.
[Eugenia.]
The bar where they had the bachelorette party.
The rooftop terrace.
[tense music continues.]
The emergency exits.
The stairs.
[Alma.]
I can't believe this is happening.
The escape plan.
[panting.]
[tense music continues.]
[man.]
Stop! [tires screech.]
- [man.]
Are you all right? - [Alma.]
Yeah.
- Are you nuts? - [man 2.]
Fuck you! [car engine starting.]
[DarÃo.]
Thank you.
This is Ramos.
He's going into a courtyard in RÃo de Janeiro Square.
I'll wait for instructions.
[Alma.]
Taxi! Taxi! I'm going to the Roma.
RÃo de Janeiro Square.
[elevator motor whirring.]
[doorbell buzzing.]
[doorbell buzzing.]
[DarÃo.]
Lys! Lys! [pensive music playing.]
[Alma.]
From your teacher.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Lys.
[pensive music continues.]
"Terminal two.
Gate 93.
" What are you doing? [young DarÃo.]
Trying out my present.
And waiting for you to give me yours.
- [Lys chuckles.]
- [young DarÃo.]
Right here.
Right now.
DarÃo, stop that video.
[young DarÃo.]
Come on.
It'll be part of our tradition.
[both chuckle.]
Stop it.
Someone could see us.
Doesn't that excite you? It's my birthday, Mama.
[tense music playing.]
What's taking so long, son? Did you find that bottle? [tense music intensifies.]
I'm gonna kill you, fucking bastard! Stop right there, you little fucker! [tense music continues.]
DarÃo! - Get your ass up.
- [panting.]
No.
No, no, no, no.
Please don't! Get your ass up! No.
- Please don't.
- After everything I've done for you.
- That's the thanks I get? - No.
Asshole.
I swear I don't know how it happened, how it started.
I swear.
I swear I know how it's going to end.
- [gun clicks.]
- [music swells to crescendo.]
[gunshot echoing.]
[doorbell ringing.]
[Leonardo.]
I need to speak to Lys.
You must have her address.
- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.
[car horn honks.]
[DarÃo.]
Hello.
[Ramos.]
Damn it.
Asshole.
[car engine starts.]
[tires screeching.]
[tires screeching.]
- [Lys.]
Uh-huh.
- [indistinct announcement over PA.]
Yes, I just got to the airport.
I hope so.
I asked to stand by on the 1012 to Paris.
I'll let you know.
Okay.
Okay.
Ciao, bye.
[elevator bell dings.]
[doorbell buzzing.]
[doorbell buzzing.]
[tense music playing.]
[Alma.]
Lys? Lys? Lys? [indistinct announcement over PA.]
[Ramos.]
We're at the airport.
No sign of Alma Quintana, but I wouldn't be surprised to see her any minute.
[Eugenia.]
Don't let him out of your sight.
- Okay.
- Report every move, Ramos.
[Alma.]
Lys? [young DarÃo on video.]
Trying out my present.
I'm waiting for you to give me yours.
Right here.
Right now.
[young DarÃo chuckles.]
[indistinct chattering.]
Where do you think you're going? [tense music playing.]
- What the hell are you doing here? - Shut your mouth, Lys! You're going to explain why you did it.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't play innocent with me.
I know you have something to do with this, or you wouldn't have come.
[Lys on video.]
Dario, stop that video.
[young DarÃo.]
Come on.
It'll be part of our tradition.
[Lys.]
Stop it.
Someone could see us.
Doesn't that excite you? [camera shutter clicking.]
[message notification chimes.]
Jiménez! [Jiménez.]
What's going on? Ramos is sending pictures from the airport.
[Jiménez.]
Who is he talking to? You really think I got on a plane from Paris all the way to Mexico just so you wouldn't get married? Seriously? You don't really think I had anything to do with Julieta's death.
I'm not gonna repeat myself.
You're not getting on that plane.
They're heading out.
[Ramos.]
What do we do? Don't intervene.
Just follow.
Let go of me.
Let go! VIP LOUNGE FOOD COUR [Eugenia.]
I don't want him to know he's being tailed.
Just keep them in sight, Ramos.
Okay.
[young DarÃo on video.]
It's my birthday, Mama.
[DarÃo, Lys moaning.]
[tense music playing.]
[moaning.]
[tense music continues.]
[gun clicks.]
[pensive music playing.]
[music fades.]