Who is it?
It's us. Hello.
What are you doing here? I can't believe you've come!
Hi there!
-How are you? Come in! -Cami, hello! How are things?
-What brings you here? -It's good to see you!
-So good to see you! -Here. This is for you.
Oh, thank you so much! Miguel!
-Come on in, leave your bags. -Hey, there.
-Uh, here? -Yes, of course.
Hi there!
I mean, look at this! So this is the Riviera Esmeralda?
-Wow, talk about luxury! -Yes.
I guess it's something like that.
It's such a nice house, Cami.
Do you live here alone?
Thank you, yes, I live here solo,
but it's good because Miguel has a place nearby.
-Ah, nice. -Yeah, I live next door.
How convenient!
The wine's from Spain, and it's not bad.
Is it me, because… you don't seem happy to see us again.
Everything okay?
No, it's just our day was terrible.
You couldn't have known we got bad news.
This morning, a girl from my club, she passed away.
She was a dancer.
-Oh. That's awful, Cami. -Yeah.
-It is. -Terrible, right?
Yeah, and we didn't expect a visit from you two.
Um, Miguel, we're here
because things happened that messed with our plans.
-Really? -Yes.
-What happened? -We've had problems.
They're small ones, but we need a favor…
…if it's okay with you.
Yeah, Cami, uh,
could we stay with you for a few days?
FAKE PROFILE
Let me go!
Get me out of here!
Where are you taking me?
I need to get out of here now!
Let me go, please!
Get me out, now!
Ángela, it's me. Look at me!
It's me. Calm down.
Come here. It's okay.
Relax. Breathe. Shh.
Calm down…
Hey. Shh… Ángela! Ángela!
I couldn't do this any other way, so calm down, my love.
Shh. There was no other way.
Just breathe.
Shh… Calm down, my love.
Look at me.
Breathe, please.
Calm? It's me.
You're okay.
You're good.
I said I'd come back for you.
Everything will turn out exactly how we planned.
If it doesn't?
And the police aren't convinced by my statement?
Tell me, who wouldn't trust a face like yours?
Who wouldn't believe you?
Still, you know, it's best to have a plan B, isn't it?
Ángela, there's no plan B.
We're doing exactly what we said we would.
Do I need to remind you that you and I are heroes, not villains?
I know we are.
-Do you want to go over our statement? -No, I trust what you've written.
If anyone finds out about these nighttime outings,
we can forget about any chance of parole for me.
The trial would be over so fast.
Your freedom has been bought, my love,
and it cost us a lot, believe me.
Now take off your clothes for me.
Everybody dies
Not everybody lives
Everybody lies and everybody sins
Everybody loses
No one really wins
Everybody dies, but I will rise again
The only way is up when I'm so low
Soon, we'll never have to say goodbye to each other again.
Is that a promise?
The only way is up when I'm so low
It's a commitment.
So low
It's a bloody world
Don't say a word of this to anyone.
Ever.
It's a bloody world It's a bloody world
Cami, I'm so sorry for intruding,
especially after what just happened at your club.
Don't worry, it's fine.
And how did you lose your place?
What happened to your house in Valencia?
The house there was too, you know…
-It was too much of everything. -Yes.
It was too big. Not who we are.
-Too big? I see. -Too much.
-So we sold it. -Hmm.
And now, we're moving to Madrid, but our apartment's not ready yet.
-And that's why we're here. -Got it.
We were invited to stay the last time
so we thought we could take you up on it now.
-Right, my love? Ah, sure, yeah. -Well, being in Cartagena is amazing.
-The colors are so bright and beautiful. -I've told you this before.
And I will say this again,
-my house is your house. Always. -Thanks.
-Thank you, Cami. -Cheers.
What could I have done? Throw our friends onto the street?
Camila, they can sleep at a hotel. They just sold their mansion.
I can't, Miguel. I already told them they can stay for a little bit.
And my home is big, so there's plenty of room.
-And I live alone. -Right.
Of course.
It's your house and you can do what you want.
Open it up, so anyone can stay here, right?
Don't be like that. Just stop it.
How do you want me to act?
Tell me, Camila.
You're letting them stay here
because that bastard excites you, isn't that true?
-Don't talk to me that way. It's not fair. -Then why? Why… Why won't you tell me?
Is it fair to me that they're here?
You want to have another threesome?
Is that it?
I'm such an idiot.
I dreamt of having a family with you.
Of course, me too. I also want a family with you, but we're--
Yes? What? But what? Say it.
But you don't anymore?
It's because you want Miss Red Velvet to keep enjoying the life.
-Is that it? Of course! -I said to stop speaking to me like that.
And what of it?
If that's what I want, then what's your fucking problem, Miguel?
She died of strangulation between three and five in the morning.
What makes you so sure they didn't murder her there?
Because of the restraints.
The marks are distinct and different on her legs and arms.
And also, the injuries on her head.
It was a violent struggle.
And we found something
that could be considered part of the ritual.
This was lodged in her esophagus.
A USB.
Vannessa!
-Laura! -You're back!
It's you!
How are you? It's been a while!
Where were you? What happened to you?
Nothing, you know. We have to talk soon.
So, well, okay, this is my mother-in-law, Santiago's mother.
Purificación del Río.
A pleasure.
It's nice meeting you, and I'm so sorry about your son.
Thank you.
We will never lose faith. We will find him, sooner or later.
Or we'll find his body. Anything is good.
Just anything to remember him and…
…to give him a burial.
Of course.
-Well, I have to go, but welcome back. -Yeah.
Yeah. Thanks, we'll talk later once we unpack everything.
-Oh, good, I'm so glad that you're home. -Yeah.
-Nice meeting you. -And you as well. Thank you.
-Okay, then, I'll call you. -Yes, please do.
We'll catch up then.
-Bye, kids! -I'll take the suitcases.
-Bye! -Bye!
-Good morning. -Good morning.
You slept okay?
No. Not at all.
I don't know if I will sleep well ever again.
And Juanita?
Out running.
How about you put on a shirt or something?
But why?
You don't like what you see?
Do I make you nervous?
No.
But I already have enough drama and problems with Miguel.
You know, what happened on our vacation.
Problems?
Why? All he did was watch.
You two need to invite a third person,
find someone else to have fun with.
Experiment more.
Come in, my love! Join me.
Hello there. Can I come in, brother-in-law?
What are you doing?
We need to set boundaries and limits.
According to?
According to me.
You know, the sex is great.
There's more to a relationship though.
Connection, to keep trying new things with your partner, but…
Miguel doesn't think the same way.
Of course not.
He's more conservative. You can tell.
Although he tries to pretend he's not.
-No, please go. I don't want any problems. -We don't have to have any problems.
Get dressed. Stop! Please go away.
I know what you want,
so there won't be any problems because I won't say anything to Camila.
I won't tell her you're adopted.
Is that why you're hiding?
I want to understand your trauma.
No, I don't have any trauma. Now get out.
-Please leave me. I have things to do. -Come here. Come on, let's have fun.
-Your brother wants to connect with you. -I don't want to connect with anyone.
I already said that to him. Just leave now.
Please go. Please, I'm begging.
-Miguel, come on. -Go away, just get out of here.
-Look, they might find us. They'll see. -Miguel. Miguel, shh. Look at me.
Just at me, at me.
Yeah, free yourself and live.
That's it.
-Let go of inhibitions. -No, I can't.
Let go of the shame. It's not who you are.
This is the end
Hey, babe?
Camila, oh, I have a phone call.
I… I'll be right out.
Well, then come pick me up later?
Will do.
Call me, okay?
-Kisses. -Okay.
Look at what they found inside Salomé Ramos' body.
You look beautiful.
How do you think you'd look in this?
The mask.
Going to Bogotá?
Yes, I get it.
I made the same face you're making now, but the guy's right.
How would I find out who paid Alonso otherwise?
To find out what exactly?
Just listen to yourself, Mom. Is this for real?
Look, whoever paid him got what they wanted.
It was a job. It's done, and that's that.
But going to Bogotá to go after this guy is, well…
Jeez. Do what you want.
You're a grown-up.
-Camila. -Good afternoon.
Moira Lynch, I need to speak to you.
Were you aware that Salomé sold sexual content online?
That wasn't a secret.
You know, she had many clients.
She was good, you know?
Were any clients special?
No. She had… different types.
She created on-demand videos for VIPs.
This content isn't online?
No… it's available only as private video. It's not uploaded on platforms.
I don't have a son anymore.
Who can I blame for that?
How's it possible?
It's been three months, and no one's able to do anything?
The police are still looking for him.
But nothing?
And another thing.
I can't figure it out, Vannessa.
Why did it take three months for you to bring the kids to Madrid?
Because I had to cooperate with the police. I know I told you.
-I couldn't go. -Yeah, yeah.
The police are doing nothing.
Mom!
Coming, honey!
We're looking for daddy.
-It's not what it seems, really. I-- -Move!
Hey! Kids, get out of there!
You okay? Did you find something?
No, nothing.
Nothing at all. Come on.
Let's go home.
I never thought that having a threesome
would lead to this kind of trouble
and that it would be such a problem for us.
My love,
you know very well everything I went through
because of the sex addiction, you remember?
Now I know how important it is to communicate.
-Don't you agree? -Don't lose eye contact with her.
I had no way of knowing you wanted an open relationship.
Should we explore that idea more?
Camila?
If I do?
I can't say anything because I'm afraid of hurting you,
that you'll have thoughts in your head that aren't true,
that at some point, you'll think I don't love you.
But it's not that, Miguel.
So you want to sleep with that asshole?
Fine, we'll stop therapy.
-He's already at your house! -I don't wanna be with that guy.
-Why do I have to keep repeating that? -Well, what is it then?
I'm in therapy for you… and because of you, Miguel.
You know how difficult it is for me to sit on this damn sofa, don't you?
Do you know how hard therapy is after what I've been through?
But I'm sitting here because of you.
What's happened to you?
Since that vacation, you're distant and very cold.
You've really changed, and I miss you.
It's like you don't want to talk to me.
Tell me then, what are you hiding?
Just relax.
It'll be okay. There's nothing to fear.
How can you be so relaxed?
It's because I've faced injustice before. I've gotten used to it.
This time's different. They have evidence. They're planning a trial.
-I might go to jail. -Evidence, Vannessa? Real evidence?
You know I'm innocent.
I didn't do any of this.
If I have to prove my innocence a thousand times, I will.
But most importantly,
'cause I love you so much,
if I have to prove it to the world, I will.
We'll be free.
We're doomed, Ángela.
Our relationship can only fail.
Wait.
That hurts.
It's painful to hear that.
I love you, Vannessa.
-I know that. -To me, love is what's very important.
Yeah, me too. I swear. I love you.
If you could just trust me, Vannessa.
-I swear to you… -I do. Really.
We will be together again.
I promise you.
Goodbye.
Vannessa del Río, you're under arrest
for the disappearance of your spouse, Santiago del Río.
Stand up.
What is that?
What do you think?
Like it?
Juanita, you gotta control yourself. Put it back.
If they notice, it'll ruin everything…
You think I don't know how to behave in high society?
Looks like you don't.
Remember what we want, honey.
And keep taking all of your meds.
-Mmm. -Got it?
Fine, let's toast.
All I need now is for Miguel to accept me as the only relative he has left.
-And seduce the Mexican. Don't forget. -Oh, it's my pleasure.
Look for it.
I spent time in Cartagena and then…
Well, I traveled for a long time trying to meditate
for, well, um, to meditate.
-Mmm. -I've heard it's very good, yeah.
And, well, I went through the process of grieving as much as I could
because it was just horrible…
…incredibly awful, really.
I mean, please arrest me if you want, you know, but you'd be wrong.
I know nothing,
and you'll miss your chance to catch the real killer,
the one who murdered my husband.
-May I come in? Excuse me. -Yes, please, come.
-Take a seat. -What happened?
Vannessa?
What happened? Why are you here?
-No idea. -I'll explain.
In the past few months,
we've searched for your son since he disappeared,
and we've located his DNA.
We found it in the basement of his own home.
As we were searching,
we were also able to find his wedding ring there.
Well, he was always down in the basement, you know, when he wasn't working, I mean.
-His prints will most likely be there… -It wasn't only his fingerprints we found.
There were also chemical remains that we located in the basement
that we can conclude are most likely his remains.
One moment.
Yes, it's because we've gathered plenty of evidence
that tells us the remains in the chemicals are the body of Santiago.
Mr. Del Río was taken to the basement to be dissolved in the chemical acid
to make him disappear.
Okay, I'll be there.
Yeah, have a good night.
Hi, Dad.
Hi, sweetheart.
What's going on?
Wait, you've got school tomorrow. You should be in bed.
I know.
Um, Dad, who are Camila's friends that are staying at her house?
Yeah, so they're… they're new friends that we met on vacation. Why?
Well, I… I heard him say that he's a relative of yours.
There's something you're not saying, Vannessa.
I know you.
Please, tell me. I beg you.
Whatever it is, tell me now.
-I need to know. -Well, I--
Oh, and I forgot to mention that while we continue to investigate,
you will be held in detention.
Tomorrow, after the court's notified of your charges,
you'll be transferred to the women's prison.
Excuse me.
I didn't do it.
I didn't.
I don't understand.
So aggressive.
What a surprise.
You're supposed to be home late.
You want it?
I want you to get the hell out of here with your wife.
I'm not leaving Cartagena.
-You're not? No? You're not leaving? -Or Riviera Esmeralda. Or your life.
Perfect, yeah.
Then I'll call the police, and you can talk to them.
Got it? Agreed?
-So call them. Why would I care? -You don't care?
-Mm-mm. -Ah.
The only alternative I see is for you to tell Camila the truth.
That's not so bad, is it?
You can tell her she had a threesome with her brother-in-law. That's all.
Oh, and, uh,
your last name isn't really Estévez but Jara.
José Miguel Jara, right?
Listen, asshole.
If you ever speak that name again, I'll break your neck.
Miguel?
Rodrigo?
Camila.
-Is something wrong? What is it? -Uh, nothing.
We're here… eating dinner.
Yes, I see that, but can you tell me
who is José Miguel Jara?
I could hear you.
Who is José Miguel Jara?
Well, Miguel, why are you at my house?
Oh.
I was talking to Micky about the, you know,
the things we did on our trip.
Our threesome was the first time you opened your relationship?
Okay, how about we talk about something else now, please?
Yes. Why don't we talk about this guy José Miguel Jara?
Or do you wanna keep me in the dark about this name?
No. What happened is… Rodrigo here makes jokes. It's his thing.
José Miguel is a friend we have in common.
And yeah, we were talking about him.
-That's all. -Nothing more.
It's sad that José Miguel's no longer with us.
-Right, Micky? -A real shame.
Huh?
Where did you get this?
She sent them to me via DM.
Um, and why would… You don't really know each other, do you?
Lucas, I don't have to know her. Women are like that, man, really.
-I followed her, commented on a photo. -Mm-hmm?
She gave me a like, we started talking, and one thing led to another.
I asked, "We'll go for a meal?"
She said, "Yes."
Now, I have a date with your nanny, man.
Hey, let's drink and celebrate.
-Beer or whisky? -Uh…
-Whisky, of course. -Whisky, it is.
Can you explain why you're sending photos and videos to my friends? Can you?
Me?
Yes, you.
Esteban told me.
No. Wasn't me.
But he showed me them.
Your lips are very nice.
Hello.
Where's your father, Lucas?
Uh…
Let me get this suitcase for you.
Just think, we're returning to Cartagena
with an answer.
And Laura,
everything I said to you was true.
Well, except your real name, that you're engaged,
and you make money sleeping with rich women.
To the airport, please.
Mmm, let's eat.
-Thank you. -Thanks.
Oh, I can't go to the beach with you today. I've gotta go to the club.
The police are still investigating Salomé's murder.
But I can drop you off there.
Why don't you come with us, Miguel?
Because I'm only here for breakfast.
-Mm-hmm. -I have work.
Ah, yes, Micky's launching his big new app.
The party's in a few days, right?
-Yeah, it's Thursday. -We've been invited to come, right?
Okay, I guess not.
-Of course, you're invited. -Yeah, an app for curious couples to meet.
-A very good idea. -Mmm.
And what's the name?
It's called Honeymoon.
Oh, Honeymoon.
-Yeah. Honeymoon. -I like it.
-Good. I have to go. Bye. -Okay.
Excuse me.
Mm-hmm. No, no.
Nice. Again?
-Love you. -Love you more.
-Good luck. -Bye.
Hey, you.
Should we talk about things?
No, I don't want to.
Fine…
You kiss well for someone without much practice.
How do you know I haven't had practice?
Because it's obvious.
Money, money, chocolate money
Money, money, money
Buttermilk honey, chocolate money
Money, money…
How so?
-Hmm? -Tell me how I can get better.
Chocolate money
Money, money, money, money…
I'll show you.
Rich as cream, strawberry dream
Buttermilk honey, strawberry cream
We've reviewed the available content
that Salomé had on her social media, and so far, it's normal.
What about the VIP clients that Moira, her friend, mentioned?
There's nothing. At first, they follow her after seeing her dance.
Okay, so we can surmise the murderer,
whatever his or her gender,
is a client of Golden Lips
and views Golden Lips' social media.
But there's something strange, and that is the murder wasn't on camera.
None of it was captured at the time of the crime at all,
but they planted this video. Why?
Honestly, I don't understand. What if it's not the same person?
Could that be why?
Or because Ángela Ferrer's in jail?
Or because you don't want to be wrong?
Only because of a lack of evidence.
For me, the mask is everything.
It's what links the crimes together with all of the other clients.
And if that's the case, Ángela Ferrer is innocent.
Be careful with this, Norris.
Look, we don't want the media to get wind of this
and start saying the serial killer in the Fake Profile case has killed again
because there are a few different characteristics.
They now kill women and like to record their crimes.
The video of Salomé's murder was just uploaded on her profile.
This is how legends are made
I faced every struggle
This is my wild, my jungle
It's in my blood
Running through my veins
Cami, wow.
Welcome to your paradise.
I hope you enjoy.
I'll tell a waiter to take care of you while you're here, okay?
-Mm-hmm. -Sure.
Yes, thank you.
I'm sorry, I gotta go.
That's fine, Cami.
-I hope it's okay at the club, yeah? -I hope so too.
I'm taking a dip in the water.
I'm so hot.
Enjoy.
Well, have fun.
Hey, wait. Just a minute.
Why the rush?
Sit down.
Have a drink.
Or how about… tonight, we'll go out?
Just you and me alone.
-Alone? -Uh-huh.
I'm not in the mood, honestly.
And… besides, it might be dangerous alone.
Danger is good.
That's why we should. Let's be devious.
Feel the impulse, the adrenaline,
the excitement of it like a… an amusement park ride,
like a roller coaster.
You know what I mean?
The reason why you're staying at my house is because of my friendship with Juanita.
-Mm-hmm. -I'm not going to betray her.
Not for a rush or adrenaline
or for what you feel because you need some danger.
But we've been intimate.
Yes, we have, but there were three of us.
I've got enough trouble because of all of this.
Do you wish you hadn't?
Camila.
Come on, let's figure out your feelings.
Tell me while looking into my eyes.
Do you wish we hadn't had sex on vacation?
Black magic
Ecstatic
Can't help when I look at you
Dramatic
I panic
One look, what am I to do?
Losing control
Can't let it go, go, go, go, go, go
Is this heaven or is this hell?
Can't talk 'cause I'm under your Under your spell
Yeah, I'm under your spell
Is this heaven or is this hell?
Can't talk 'cause I'm under your Under your spell
Yeah, I'm under your spell your Under your spell