Mmm. Duval was deeply shaken by the results of the trial.
That must be why he made such a drastic and radical decision like this.
FAKE PROFILE
They're here.
I'm sorry. We're here. We're here.
So guess what?
-We found out that-- -Mrs. Laura Solano?
Detective.
-Good afternoon. -What's going on?
My colleagues happened to be in your office
where they found the weapon used to kill Mr. Foster.
Laura Solano, you are under arrest for the murder of Alberto Foster.
Wait, what? No! That's totally wrong. I didn't kill him.
-It's a mistake! -Hands behind your back.
-Let's go. -You can't do this.
-Let go. -Wait! She's telling you the truth!
-She's innocent. -I don't want to hurt you.
-You really need to handcuff me? -It's protocol. Let's go.
Laura, don't worry. We'll sort this all out.
-This is just a terrible mistake. -Call my lawyer.
-Get my lawyer on the phone. -Take this.
Okay.
Look, don't worry, this is all a mistake.
Yes, I went to see Ángela
to congratulate her on the result of her verdict.
-So what? -But you never said anything.
Because you didn't ask.
But this morning you said no secrets or lies between us, and now?
Um, in my opinion, it wasn't at all relevant to share that.
I thought maybe you'd be upset.
Upset? Inti, please.
I'm better than that.
I'm aware that what we have isn't serious,
but what happened this morning was special and different.
For me too.
I think you're wonderful.
You can ask me anything.
Is it true you were caught stealing underwear from Ángela Ferrer?
What?
-No, no. No. -I'm being serious.
No. That's crazy. No.
Who said that, Camila?
That's typical.
Camila wasn't even there. No, no.
-Camila. -Totally crazy.
She told me because she's my friend.
And she's right.
You're not someone I can be with.
I just don't feel safe with you anymore.
Esteban, if we want to keep Laura out of prison,
then you and I will have to put our differences aside.
We must join forces.
We have to be honest with each other if we want to get Laura back.
Is that possible?
Okay.
Great.
What we need is a very strong statement.
Hmm.
Do you have any idea
what your mother was doing the night your father was killed?
-You know what your problem is? -Mmm?
You're so impulsive. You never think things through.
Look, it's just your personality.
What are we gonna do?
I don't think so.
I believe that when you've been hurt so much in life,
you become numb to the sensation of pain.
And you end up hurting the ones who don't deserve it.
Hey there, Becky.
Good evening, Miguel.
I assumed that since Lucas and Eva now live with their mother
that you would've gone with them.
No, not yet.
So tell me something.
Camila told me that you had an argument.
No.
When?
Today.
I don't think so.
May I ask something else?
Yes, of course you can.
Sit.
You fooling around with Lucas?
No.
Um, absolutely not.
You sure?
Miguel, this is my job.
Ah, this is Camila's idea.
She hates me.
No, Becky.
Camila doesn't hate.
She hates me though.
I know all the women who I work with don't really like me.
Want a drink?
A drink?
Vodka?
With ice?
Yeah, sure.
Great, I'll have one too.
Okay.
You've been alone here all day?
Yeah, all alone, very much alone.
They all abandoned me.
I need love.
I'm so bored.
-Yeah? -Oh, yeah.
When did they leave?
I don't remember.
-Salud. -Great.
Salud. Thank you.
Mmm.
So,
I proposed to Camila earlier.
But she said no.
She said she wasn't… ready for that.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, that's…
Oh, I'm dizzy. Uh… Sorry.
-You okay? -I'm fine.
So I made mistakes with her.
-I really messed up. -Mmm.
I hurt her. I didn't mean to.
I know the pain I caused her is the reason why she doesn't want to marry.
Mmm.
You want to know what I think?
-Mmm? -Uh…
You are a really good person.
And you should put yourself first.
What's best for you?
What do you need right now?
I can give you what you need.
That went for miles
Down…
Take off my skirt.
Were my enemies
Okay?
They tried to plead to be set free
But I proceeded
Digging up my own grave
Wearing a veil of lace
Higher than outer space
Sanity raced but was too late
Taste of blood
And a gun, it was fun
On the run
Hear the drum, it's a threat
Make 'em sweat
We don't forgive or forget
Never forget
Taste of blood
And a gun, it was fun
On the run
Hear the drum, it's a threat
We don't forgive or forget
Taste of blood
And a gun, it was fun
On the run
Hear the drum, it's a threat
Make 'em sweat
We don't forgive or forget
Never forget
Becky?
Fucking whore!
Bitch!
Oh, fuck!
-Oh shit! -He hit me. I'm hit.
-Help me. We need an ambulance! -Motherfucker!
Let's go. Let's go!
In a private ceremony this morning,
the remains of Joaquín Duval, the infamous "Fake Profile" killer, were cremated.
Duval was found guilty of a series of brutal murders in Cartagena
and was sentenced to life in prison.
Duval, a former psychiatrist, took his own life
in the prison where he was being held.
It was an accident.
Lucas thought someone had broken in, so he fired the gun. It wasn't his fault.
For sure.
No, he reacted the same way anyone would…
…to protect their house.
What's not clear to me is exactly what you were doing alone with the babysitter
so late at night if the children weren't even there.
But anyway, that's a conversation for you and Camila, not me.
Let me know if there's any news.
Thanks.
Hello.
You going to tell me the truth about what happened last night?
Here. Sit down.
And what were you two doing here so late?
Because it was really late.
Yeah, no, we came to visit,
and we waited for Miguel, then in walks Lucas.
I guess he thought there was a thief or something.
It was an accident.
It's not serious. Just a scratch, but it still hurts.
Fortunately, Miguel reacted quickly and we took her straight to the hospital.
-Isn't that right, Miguel? -Mm-hmm.
-He's a real gentleman. -Yep.
That's very convenient.
I hope you don't mind, but I need to rest.
I'm exhausted.
Yeah?
You need help, baby?
-Yes, please. Thanks. -Okay.
Excuse me.
Thank you, Miguel.
-It's nothing. -Bye, thanks.
Take care.
And where did you get that weapon?
It's not mine.
It was Pedro Ferrer's.
I guess Lucas took it from the safe.
And so where were you?
In the kitchen.
I was getting us drinks.
-Drinks? -Mm-hmm.
You're such a fantastic host.
Sure.
That's me.
You have to be careful with Lucas.
And not just because of the weapon.
It's his relationship with Becky.
It's not gonna end well.
I'll have a talk with him.
Laura,
listen to me.
I really need you to focus right now
and tell us everything that happened the night that Alberto was murdered.
Well, that day…
I went shopping,
and I bought a couple of things for the house.
And one of those things was the statue.
You know, the one… they used to kill him.
It was found in my office. Someone had to have put it there.
What else?
We need to know everything you did that day.
I bought wine.
Some wine at the store in Riviera Esmeralda on my way home.
Then I ran into Alberto.
We had a fight.
-Hey! -What the fuck did you put in my drink?
Because I couldn't fucking move.
-I didn't do anything. -You put something in it!
You practically raped me.
-Raped you? -You're gonna tell me why.
-I didn't do anything. -You were on top of me!
Stop it with the lies!
Get out.
-Seriously? -Get out!
I don't ever want to see you again.
The one you should kick out is Camila.
Apparently, she can't stop fucking your brother.
You have ten minutes to be out of here.
Okay.
Just to begin with, this video is illegal.
That's obvious.
You don't have authorization from anyone who is in it,
and this cannot be used in court.
Where did you get it?
That's not important now.
Even if we were able to admit this as evidence,
what would we prove with this?
I don't know, but it's pretty obvious.
They're lovers.
I don't know anything.
I never knew anything
about the secret inclinations of my daughter-in-law.
I didn't suspect it. Never.
-Mmm. -Oh, my poor son.
I wonder if he died without knowing.
But wait…
What if
they murdered him
when he discovered the truth about Vannessa?
Well, I appreciate you trying to assist with our investigation,
but let me give you some advice, okay?
Don't bring me illegal footage again.
And one more thing,
please don't let private investigators steal your money, okay?
Is it true they found hydrochloric acid in his bones?
Please, tell me.
Please just tell me. Yes or no?
Seafood fideuà.
Look at that.
What do you think?
Here, give me your plate.
-It's your favorite, right? -Mmm.
It was also Santiago's favorite.
Is that enough? If you want more, there's plenty.
-You didn't have to do this. -It's no trouble at all, but I'll wait.
I'm exhausted.
I'm not hungry. I've spent hours and hours working on my feet all day.
Cooking is hard work.
Ah, fideuà. It brings back a lot of memories.
When Santiago was little, every Sunday we would make some fideuà.
We had a friend who would try to make it the way I do,
but it was never right,
and he'd say, "My mother does it much better."
"It's incredible, so delicious, and yours just isn't as good."
And she'd get frustrated and would keep trying to make it,
and it would always be terrible.
Your only responsibility is
to pay attention to the small details in this house,
but lately, you're not even able to do that.
So here's the truth.
You can never imagine
what people are capable of.
That woman made a plan to kill her husband.
I mean, she actually killed him.
There was a well-known murder case in Valencia.
We all thought, because we knew them,
that the poor man died from eating her terrible fideuà,
but… No, no, no, no.
It turned out that, believe it or not, she had a lover.
At least, that's what they mentioned on the news.
So they murdered the husband, so they could have his entire fortune.
She and her lover. Mmm.
That's sad about that marriage in Valencia,
but it's possible that it was about something else,
like a mistaken identity.
Yeah, sure, I guess.
Now I'll serve myself.
Maybe just a bit to make sure it tastes good.
-Yes. -Have some already. Try it.
Well, I'm full, thank you very much.
Come on, woman, how are you not even hungry?
What are you, a bird? I don't know.
Try it. Go ahead. It's incredible.
Well?
Yes, it's very good.
Ah, you see?
Yes, Santiago always used to say that mine was best.
-Mmm, mmm. Mmm. -Delicious. Very tasty.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Incredible. It turned out great.
I think you should stop drinking.
Seems to me that you've already had plenty.
I'm concerned about the kids. What if they see you this way.
Don't humiliate yourself.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
You really should behave.
I think you're not eating because you're nervous,
and I'm really not sure why.
-Why don't you tell me? -I'm going to bed. I don't feel well.
Poor baby.
Poor thing.
Yeah.
I know what's wrong with you, bitch.
There it is. Give me a hand.
-Shh! -Put it back.
Esteban!
Esteban?
-You okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.
I don't know.
I think you're way too young to be going to parties.
But all my friends are gonna be there,
and, Mom, if I don't go, Mica's gonna be mad at me.
Mica will be mad at you?
-Please, Mom. -You know, a real friend--
Are you mental?
She knows everything.
-Everything. -Okay, okay, calm the fuck down, please.
It doesn't matter.
Don't you ever come to my house again, you hear me?
Barging in here like a crazy person,
especially right now in front of my children.
It doesn't matter, Ángela.
It doesn't matter.
Because they're going to find out.
Not only that we're lovers but that we're murderers.
Shh!
-We're murderers. -Shut your mouth. Shut it.
Now.
I'm getting a call.
Oh, Indira, good evening!
Can I help with anything?
Alonso?
Alonso!
Oh my God.
Hey!
Alonso. Can you hear me?
Wake up! Come on!
Hey, hey!
Alonso!
After that day, I never saw Emanuel Bruno again.
How many times do I have to tell you this?
Does this stir up any emotions? You feel anything? Anything at all?
Ángela. Ángela.
Of course I do.
Emanuel was a great person.
We just became friends right before this, and what they did to him is awful.
Know what I find intriguing?
Why kill the man?
What did he say to you? What did he do?
Because, well, he doesn't fit the profile of your other victims.
You're still in love with your ex.
Wait, there's something else.
You know what I think?
You are in the class of killer I truly hate more than anything.
The privileged kind,
the one who can use influence and a lot of money to erase any evidence.
What did you pay to get out of jail?
You're rude and resentful.
A pitiful combination.
But I know something.
You and your lover boy were the ones who killed Santiago del Río.
Then you tried to dissolve him with sodium hydroxide.
No one but you could've thought of that.
Okay, stop it.
No more.
I'm going to file a report against you. This is abusive.
Okay, you're right, I couldn't get you convicted
for those murders,
the ones that you committed while you used that fake profile,
but this one is different.
This wasn't premeditated,
and I will discover where you made some errors.
And believe me on this,
I will put you in prison for good this time.
I swear it.
You swear it?
Whom will you be swearing it by?
Your children?
Oh right, you don't have any.
You might swear on this police station, which apparently is all you have left.
Oh wait, I got it!
You'll swear on your girlfriend who left you.
Don't be ridiculous.
-Why are you here? -I saw you last night.
You were naked on the couch making love to Becky.
Joanna, leave me alone, okay? I don't want any more trouble.
Come on, chill out.
You can trust me.
I'll keep your secret as if it were mine, brother.
On one condition though.
You're gonna owe me big time.
You want money?
So vulgar.
Where'd you get that idea?
And besides, you know what I want from you.
-And it won't cost you a single penny. -No. Just stop it.
Move your leg.
Sex for sex, Miguel.
One night with you, and I'll forget I saw you screwing the babysitter.
No, get out of here, okay? Please, just get out.
I really don't think you want to treat me like this.
Tell me. What do you think's the harm in fulfilling my erotic fantasy?
It's hot.
It's healthy, civilized.
Get down from there.
-Get down right now. -Relax, no one will ever find out.
-I'm out. -Mm-hmm.
When I return, I want you gone.
-Hear me? -Okay.
I'll miss you.
Hey there.
Yeah, just what we suspected.
Camila doesn't know a thing.
Okay.
What now?
Why'd you block me?
It's a necessary move.
Fine.
So this is funny to you? Some kind of joke?
-No, it's good news. -Why?
Because if you blocked me, it means you care.
You wanted to call me and to text me.
I was on your mind.
But don't worry, I won't try to seduce you.
I came because I don't want them making fun of you anymore.
Miguel and Becky were there when Lucas found them.
Okay, Oliver, if this is just one more of your lies,
-I'm not in the mood. -I was a witness to what happened.
I was there.
Not sure if it was planned or a spontaneous thing,
but Miguel and Becky were together.
Really?
Doing what?
Camila.
They were fucking.
And I didn't hear about this.
I saw it.
Hi, Lucas.
Hey.
I wanted to talk to you.
I know you don't like me very much,
and you don't want me around, and you have your reasons for that, but…
I need to know what's happening here.
I'm very worried about your father.
I'm worried about you too, believe it or not.
So you fired the gun because
you saw Becky and your father together, did I get that right?
Okay, so hear me out.
The gun belonged to my grandfather.
I kept it as a memento of him.
When I saw them there…
Whatever they told you, yeah, it's true.
Mmm.
They were on the couch in the living room.
They were having sex like animals.
Open your eyes.
My father doesn't love you.
In fact, he only really loves himself.
Ever since I can remember,
he's done the same thing with different women, over and over,
and if you give him the chance, he'll do it again.
Get out while you can.
Honey!
Ms. Solano, due to a lack of evidence, you're free to go.
A witness confirmed your alibi for the night of the murder.
We proved that the evidence was planted.
-By who? -That's still being investigated.
As for the video, we still don't have enough evidence.
So I'm free to go?
-You may go. -Great, let's leave. Now.
Let's go.
What do you mean you were attacked last night?
It really wasn't serious.
Probably just a thief or… I don't know.
But if it was a thief, did they rob us?
You should have called the police. This might somehow be related to Alberto.
Alonso has something very important to tell you.
He told me while you were in jail.
It's something you should know.
I'll leave you alone.
Okay.
I have to confess something.
It was six years ago.
I was with a client at a restaurant.
But then her husband shows up.
Um, and I had no idea that she was even married,
and I didn't want to get too involved.
I don't do drama,
but the husband, he began throwing punches,
so I hit him back.
And then he fell.
He hit his head really hard.
And unfortunately, he died.
So, I was put in prison for the exact same crime that you were.
Manslaughter.
Hi. May I?
Sure.
I've been dancing on thin ice
I've been waiting for a new sensation
I see trouble up ahead
Taking chances, win or death
Feel the rhythm…
I've been thinking about everything that's going on.
And I want you to know that I got you.
I really do.
I'm on your side.
I'm your ally and your partner.
So you need more time?
Fine, I'll wait.
I can be patient
because I know that our love is real and strong,
and I know that in the end,
we're gonna overcome this together.
Thanks.
Getting ready for that new sensation…
Don't you ever get tired, Miguel?
Why are you such a fucking cynic? Hmm?
A cynic?
What?
After all our therapy,
your incessant complaining about everything,
and all that we've been through,
Everyone believes that when Lucas fired that gun,
you and Becky were fucking.
No.
Everyone knew except me,
and I'm supposed to be your accomplice, your ally, your partner, your teammate.
No. No, Camila.
It's not what you're thinking.
-Oh no? -No.
-It's much more serious. -Oh yeah, tell me.
You fucked your son's babysitter.
-No. -That's totally insane.
No. Look, Camila, I know I lied to you many, many times,
but in this case, it's different.
Becky put something in my drink, I swear.
I was drugged.
Cami.
I can't anymore, Miguel.
You know what the difference is between us?
That I will say everything right to your face.
I communicate.
I will talk about who I like, who I don't like,
who I want to hang out with, even take to my bed.
And you?
All you do is lie.
It's a sickness, Miguel.
I'm a firefighter
I'm a fight fire
I'm a fight fire with fire
This is over.
Camila, I love you.
-I love you too. -Wait.
But it's… it's been so toxic.
You know what the problem is?
I don't feel anything when we're together.
Even now as I'm breaking up with you.
I'm not feeling anything.
It's like
I am so fucking over it all, all of this shit.
That's it for me.
I think you should leave.
Miguel.
Everything okay?
Oh, Becky.
Becky, Becky.
I trusted you.
I let you get close to the most important things in my life,
my children.
-And what did you do? -I didn't do anything.
You know what?
My father was totally right.
-Please. -In this country…
No, please. Please.
…you can't trust just anyone.
Stop.
-What are you doing? -It's really terrible.
I made it clear I wanted you to sleep with my husband.
I gave you simple instructions,
and what did you do, you stupid fucking bitch?
What did you do?
-No, I-- -You slept with my son!
With my child!
With my son, you stupid idiot!
That's not right.
That was very bad.
It's really, really bad.
There's only one way to prosecute Ángela Ferrer again.
And that's to link her to Santiago del Río's murder.
Don't get obsessed, Indira.
Whether we like it or not, the Ferrers are above the law.
Yes, of course,
but that's why we have to make sure this all ends right now.
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