Mariana Stanford. Wanted.
It must be one
of Adriana's aliases, like Mariana del Molino.
Now, Mariana Stanford.
Perhaps, she started playing someone else before she died
and they're looking for her now.
That's what I thought at first,
but this was filed in Miami, and only a little while ago.
This woman has a family and, for the past ten years,
has been married to William Stanford.
That man is real, Cesar.
This woman looks... looks like Adriana.
I can safely say that she's similar to her.
Could Adriana have had a sister?
It's possible.
The person who reported her missing identified himself
as her personal trainer.
The funny thing about this is
he said she'd traveled to San Diego when she disappeared.
That's why she was reported missing in California.
Linda, if this woman is real,
you've got to help me find out who she is.
I'll help you.
Had I not seen Adriana's body in that morgue,
I'd say it's her.
They look too much alike.
They have to be somehow related.
Okay, I'll do my best to figure this out.
Thank you, Cesar.
Thanks for helping me get back my job.
Now we just need to get rid of Barros.
That crook will pay for everything he did.
Trust me.
Keep the picture.
Thank you, Linda.
How could you file a missing persons report?
You had no right, Angelo!
You may be my... lover, my trainer, whatever,
but you're not my husband.
Hey, Mariana! How are you?
-Hello. -What a lovely surprise!
Long time, no see.
You can say that again.
I went to Paris and now I need to lose a few pounds.
Of course you are.
I'll go spot you later.
Sure. Welcome back.
Great.
Your little stunt could get me in serious trouble.
With the police?
With everyone. Especially with my husband.
Look, babe, I was just worried.
Your husband is a dangerous man.
I thought he'd done something to you.
Why didn't you call me when you arrived
at the hotel in San Diego?
I lost the baby. I'm not pregnant anymore.
-What do you mean? -I lost the baby.
Mariana, you can't be telling me this.
-Calm down. -But tell me...
Enough!
Relax.
Alright.
But you were so happy.
Of course!
He did something to you and hurt the baby, didn't he?
It wasn't like that. I had a miscarriage.
It's quite common, you know. It's a natural accident.
You've become cold.
This isn't you.
Tell me the truth.
Did your husband find out and force you to abort?
Of course he didn't. William never found out.
What do you mean?
You told me he'd found out.
Mariana, how could you have left without telling me,
and come back now saying you lost our baby
Just like that? As if you'd lost an earring.
I really don't want to think that either of you is a killer,
but how do you explain what's in your closet, Dad?
I don't know how that got in there, honey.
Francisco Javier is certain you're guilty
and all of this is making me doubt you.
-Listen. -Dad, what happened?
I don't know how that got there, but I have my suspicions.
Which are?
Your brother, Francisco Javier.
He could've planted that evidence to frame me
because he wants me to go to prison.
-What? -Yeah.
Come on, Dad.
No, sweetie.
Listen, let's not make things worse.
You must trust your dad.
No! You two make everything worse.
I came here looking for answers, trying to dispel my doubts
and I ended up finding proof.
This is a nightmare.
I want us to get along, I want my family back,
but now I'm faced with the possibility
that Dad could have killed Cesar's wife.
I didn't do it!
No, please.
Give me a chance. I'll fix this.
This isn't what it looks like.
There must be an explanation, dear, please.
You'll just lie your way out of this, like you always do.
That bloodied t-shirt and that gun were in Dad's closet
along with the amusement park ticket.
Do you know what that looks like?
It makes you look guilty.
And if you killed that woman,
I'll never be able to look at Cesar in the eye again.
Keep your money, your lies and your big house.
I won't be part of this anymore.
Camila, don't go, honey. Please!
Don't go!
Can't you see she's leaving?
Won't you do anything?
For God's sake! Won't you do anything?
I don't know how that got in there.
I'd never seen those things before!
That's enough!
Enough!
Alright, Renata.
-I have to go. -What?
I need to leave this house... before the cops come for me.
Camila, is there something I can help you with?
No, Chuy.
You can't help me with anything. I just want to leave this place.
I'll tell you something. I suggest you do the same.
Get your mother out of here
and start over away from here.
Hello.
Excuse me.
Hold on a second.
Do you have any idea how much time and resources
I spent on Cesar's case?
I don't even want to see you, Raimundo.
He was acquitted because he fired you.
If it'd been up to you, he'd have gone to prison forever.
You betrayed me, Raimundo.
You were working for my mother, weren't you?
Have you heard from Alejandra?
No.
No, but Chuy has been trying to reach her
and she's not answering.
Do you know where she might be?
I'm starting to worry.
I'm worried too.
I've no idea where she might be.
I was even considering calling the police.
Maybe we could go away.
We could take the kids and start over.
Angelo, I feel it'd be best to end this.
How come?
I need to get back to my husband.
I have so many things to organize in my life and mind.
Mariana, you were the one
who wanted me to break up with my girlfriend.
I know, but people can change their mind.
People evolve. I'm not the same, you know?
Mariana you're acting... so strangely.
Hey, it's better this way. Really.
You're a young and handsome guy.
You can have anyone. Get back with your girlfriend.
Believe me, I have so much in my hands right now.
I don't understand...
Angelo, I'm so sorry. I mean it.
It's better if you forget about me.
The safety isn't even on...
and it's loaded.
Please, could you get rid of that?
You know I don't like guns.
I know you don't like them.
You'd rather kill with the first thing you can get your hands on
and make others to pay for your mistakes.
Are you implying I put those things in your closet?
If it wasn't Francisco Javier,
it's someone who wants to frame me,
and you're no saint.
No one would suspect you of Eva's death.
Stop being paranoid, Pascual. I didn't put those things there.
I'm not being paranoid!
If Camila tells the police about that ticket she found,
it'd prove that I was in the amusement park
the day that Adriana was killed and I'd be imprisoned.
Camila won't turn you in.
But Francisco Javier will.
He thinks I killed Eva.
Come on, Renata. There's no fixing this.
I have to leave. I have to get out of California!
May I?
What do you want, Olga?
Mr. Pascual, someone's here to see you.
Who is it?
The police.
Say goodbye, Miguelito.
Will I see you again?
Yeah.
I was actually thinking of taking you to a soccer field.
-Are you serious? -I am.
Would you like it?
I'll also ask Sister Susana for your measurements.
I'll get you a soccer uniform and shoes.
Would you like that? Yeah?
-Thank you. -Okay.
Let's go.
It's almost time for dinner and bed.
-Bye. -Bye.
Goodbye, Miguelito.
It's been a long time since I've seen you this happy.
I don't know.
Seeing him be so happy
with a simple soccer ball makes me appreciate things.
I don't know what it might be.
Father Alberto? I'm Renata del Rio's son.
Her son?
Yes, I'm the youngest. I'm Tomas del Rio.
Of course I remember you, Tomas.
I'm sorry, but it's been a long time.
-Besides, you have a beard now. -Yeah.
Tell me what brings you here.
Well, we...
We came here looking for his cousin, Valeria's son.
How'd you know he was here?
You just confirmed it to us, Father.
Someone's wants to see you, Francisco Javier.
-Thank you. -Excuse me.
-Thank you. -Come in.
Cesar, what brings you here?
I'll get straight to the point.
Do you know Mariana Stanford?
What?
There's a woman that looks like to Adriana.
She went missing and lives in Miami.