All language subtitles for Before I Forget s01e04.eng

Oh, darling, what happened?

He was as fresh as a daisy
this morning, I swear.

The case is evolving.
It's a serial killer.

Why are the messages
addressed to you?

Find that Erick Santiago

or whoever killed
those two people.

Can you air this
on your program?

Is Erick Santiago a mere façade,
a decoy?

No!

Hi, mom.

This cat has nine lives.

BEFORE I FORGET

You shouldn't have, Jimena.

Just seeing you makes our day.
Right, Rosa?

Eat! It'll get cold,
besides you're so thin!

You look thinner than on TV.

Didn't I say it, Rosa,
I bet this girl's not eating.

Come on.

Gabriel, have you lived
in Asunción for a long time?

I mean, you were here
before we moved here, right?

Gee. Do I have the right
to remain silent?

I've been here all my life.

I've maybe been 2 or 3 times
to the city for papers.

I don't know
how you can live there.

In all these years,
did you ever hear about a judge,

Alfonso Duarte?

Might he have relatives
or own land here?

No, that man's never been here,
Jimena. Gabriel, more coffee?

-Yes, thank you.
-Gabriel?

-A... uh, judge, you say?
-Yes.

No... not that I know of.

Who'd be interested in this
place unless they're from here?

But... really?
Never heard anything at all?

-Well...
-He already said no, Jimena.

Why are you insisting?

Why are you angry, mom?

Because you're not at work
and Gabriel's not a detainee.

I'm just asking
if he heard anything.

We haven't heard from you
in three years.

Now you appear, out of the blue,
and start interrogating us?

Leave that for the media.
Here you're my daughter, period.

Hey Rosa. Don't fight.

Are you leaving, honey?

Just going for a walk, Gabriel.

My being gone 3 years, Mom,
was not just because of me.

Enjoy your meal.

Look who's here.
What a surprise!

It's me, Mateo.
Top scorer Ramos.

What brings you here, Jimena?

I came to see my mom.

I see. And Gabriel too, right?

I'm glad you remember
us mortals.

You're a star now, aren't you?

Right. I have to go.

Jimena.

I'll be watching
everything you do.

Go get those bad guys, officer!

What do you need?

Robles.

Jimena Guerra, from CODIP.

Oh! Region Four Justice League.

Why do we have this honor?

I need to go over some files.
From 15 or 20 years ago.

If they're digitized,
all the better.

No, so sorry, but those files
aren't digitized yet.

Any other data you need?
A particular date?

Anything you have on
Judge Alfonso Duarte.

Is that enough to run a search?

We'll soon find out.

Come on, I'll show you.

They're all yours.

Are they sorted by year
or file number?

They're not sorted at all.

There are over 40,000 folders,
going back over a century.

Who's going to sort them? Me?

Doesn't anyone else work here?

No budget for that.

What matters is investing
in new projects.

You're here without
an appointment,

yet you don't say a word,
Don Pascual?

I don't mean to be rude,
but another patient is waiting.

If you don't tell me what's up,
I can't help you.

I had a heart attack.

-What?
-Well, a coronary failure.

At the hospital I was told
that I was lucky,

that I'm out the woods.

When was this? Why didn't you
ask them to call me?

Did they prescribe any
rehabilitation therapy?

No, nothing.
They just discharged me.

Try and remember, Mr. Pascual.

If they prescribed rehab,
you mustn't skip any sessions.

They said it was
nothing serious.

But there is other stuff...

What other stuff?

I just paid a visit to
one of my oldest friends.

I wanted it to be a surprise.

What's the matter, sir?

Do you need help?

It started to cough,
and all of a sudden...

Pascual León? Oh man, dude!
I'm so glad to see you!

-It's been so long.
-Sorry, but who are you?

Julian. Julian Baños.
From the Asuncion water pipes.

You didn't recognize him?

Of course I did.

-Julián! I didn't recognize you.
-Want me to check?

Sure.

Let's take a look.

How's Almudena?

She died.

Oh, no. That's sad, man

I always remember her fondly.

I never tasted a lemon cake
Better than hers.

It's been so long.

Oh yes, you used to come round
with your dad, right?

-What was his name? Shoot.
-Simón.

-Don Simón, that's right.
-Yes. He passed away too.

-So sorry.
-It's OK.

So, while he recognized me
and we greeted each other,

at one point, I forgot
why I had gone to see him.

Try it now?

Sure...

Go ahead...

Try it now.

Put that away.
There aren't any crooks here...

-What's wrong with you, man?
-You're the crook.

I know you said this is
a chronic, degenerative disease.

It worries me
that I might blank out

before I can see
to my unfinished business.

Am I making myself clear?

Hey!

Bastard!

Son of a...! You'll see.

I got you now. Eh?

Wait, wait! Forgive me,
it was an accident.

I have Alzheimer's
and I didn't recognize you.

You aimed at my head, prick.

Wait a second.

Do you know
what you're about to do?

-Why did you try to kill me?
-I told you, I have Alzheimer's.

-I didn't recognize you.
-Bullshit, you bastard.

Wait, wait.

-Let me kill myself.
-You don't have the balls.

I don't want to live like this.
Let me kill myself.

Do it, then.

Go ahead.

-Just one more thing.
-What now?

Give my regards to Mr. Simón.
When you see him.

He really was a good person.

To everyone else, this kind
of episodes might seem trivial.

But they're tragedies
for those who experience them.

Look, let's try something.

We still have a shot
at slowing down the process.

Take up a new hobby.

Something you like doing.
A game, for example.

-Got it! Cops and robbers.
-Great. Go for it.

Chasing and being chased,

involves essential
cognitive processes.

Or do something that you fancy,
provided it's new.

Something new.

I ran into Mateo Ramos,
remember him?

He was your student.

He greeted me very familiarly,
I found it odd.

I vaguely remember him but
I don't remember being friends.

Exactly. I'd never allow you
to hang out with him.

He was a bad apple, ended up
doing nothing with his life.

-Mom?
-Yes?

Why did you leave this place
in such a hurry?

And why did you come back?

Is it my turn
to be interrogated?

I just wanted to talk.

Listen, I left for a better job.

Being a single mom's not easy.

-I had to look after both of us.
-So, why did you come back?

You were happy in the city,
happy with dad...

Your dad, Jimena? He left us
when you were born.

You know
I'm talking about Eusebio.

Being a good stepfather
didn't make him a good partner.

He was a ladies' man,
I should have left him sooner.

I did my best with what I had.

Like getting rid of me?

Jimena, many would be so happy
to be sent to boarding school.

I only tried to give you
a good education.

But what for? You seem keen
on messing up your life.

Messing up my life.

I finally found something
I feel passionate about.

Can't you be happy for me?

Be happy? About what?
You're a cop.

-You're welcome, Jimena.
-Francisco?

You wanna thank me for getting
you back in the limelight?

Me, or Erick Santiago?

You or him... doesn't matter.
I get more info each day

that proves me right,
that he's the victim.

That's what you wanted, right?

Thanks for what you did for me.

But it didn't turn out the way
I had hoped.

What were you hoping?

To get an answer. But I think
I know what the problem was.

-What?
-That you disclosed the news.

I should be the one to talk.

Well, well, Jimena.
Am I understanding correctly?

Let's do that interview,
Francisco.

I'll deal with Tolsá later.

Great. Let's do it at my house.

No one will bother us,
and we can edit it here.

I'll send you my address.

You heard it right, ladies,
everything must go.

Fabrics, carpets, costumes,
curtains, faux jewelry...

We're moving,

everything must go.
Everything!

-OK, we'll shoot from here.
-Good.

I don't bite.

Relax your shoulders,
you're very tense.

Jimena, you need to loosen up.

If not, people will know
this is staged.

Come on, this isn't
your first interview, right?

No, but this one's meant
for a very peculiar audience.

Of course. Me.
Come on, loosen up.

-We'll start over there.
-OK.

-I think... more or less there.
-Here?

-Yup, there is perfect.
-OK. Ready when you are.

Camera's rolling...

-Ready?
-Yes.

Good. Whenever you're ready.

Jimena Guerra! Jimena Guerra,

Is there any recent news
regarding the Duarte murder?

Are we dealing
with a serial killer, Jimena?

What's up?

-I lost my keys.
-Why didn't you call your mom?

She doesn't like being woken up.

Have you eaten?

-Can I get you one?
-No.

-Sure?
-Mm-hmm.

Right, this is good.

-Should we upload?
-Yes.

You never cease to amaze me.

Why? Because I'm not the idiot
you usually make of me?

No, because you have guts,
and that's rare these days.

Now we need to wait
for the fish to take the bait.

-Hamburger?
-Yes, thanks.

You ordered without looking
at the menu?

Dad says that wherever you go,
always get the house specialty.

Well! My son-in-law's
not so dumb after all.

How are you, Jonás?

Me? Why do you ask?

The divorce and all that.

I really don't care.

Let's see.

I didn't know journalism was
so lucrative.

Journalism isn't. But show
business and sensationalism are.

That's for sure.

Who are these people?

Friends and fellow journalists.

Some of them lost their lives
for doing real journalism.

Why do you have them here?

They were on my desk,
at work but...

but their stares reminded me
of what I really wanted to do.

But the mortgage on this house
won't pay for itself.

-But it's a necessary thing.
-Necessary? No, convenient.

I have my own prime-time show,

I create content
that people like, and...

I can swim whenever I want.
Fancy a dip?

Not really.

Some might say I'm a sellout.
Maybe they're right.

What are you watching?

Francisco Pira. He just uploaded
a video and it's gone viral.

Francisco Pira?

Well, I didn't just
make you go viral again.

-Look at the messages.
-Let's see?

"I believe in her", "She's
the kind of police we need"...

You did it.

I didn't think you watched
the news.

We know this individual has
a peculiar way of thinking,

-and a very clear objective.
-I'll take that as a "yes".

Who guarantees your safety,
Jimena?

You do realize the murderer
is after you, right?

I don't think that's relevant,
OK?

What matters here is stopping
him from taking more lives.

If he wanted to find me,
he already did.

Quite a few are insulting me,
too.

Even Gandhi can't be spared
from haters.

You could at least smile?

You hit your goal. You spoke
directly to the murderer.

And fearlessly.

That was so staged... Just like
in '88. Nobody'll believe it.

I bet you're right.

What do those show people know?

True!
Plus, those two are involved.

What do you mean?

I mean they're either screwing,
or about to.

Jimena, I like you.

Francisco, I really appreciate
all you're doing for me,

but my priority is the case.

So, you came here
only for the case?

Only for that?

Is there no other reason?

Your parents raised you
to be confident, didn't they?

Let's say my parents
taught me to speak my mind.

Well... it was worth a try,
wasn't it?

I'll be right back.

Here. Take the keys.
I'll buzz your mom.

Thanks, Pascual.

Oh, no, Pascual doesn't
lend his keys.

Thanks, grandpa.

Can we at least raise a toast?

A beer? Just to say "cheers"?

-That's the spirit! Cheers.
-Cheers.

-Congratulations.
-Thanks.

What's up?
Thought you didn't like him?

Sometimes I do,
sometimes I don't. So what?

Don't be like that. Let's dance.

No! What?

No! No.

You parked the car
in front of the building.

What's up now?
Left your keys again?

What? Where are you?

I'm taking you
to the judge on duty.

Why? We've done nothing wrong.

I'm going to search your car.

Wait, you have no right
to do that.

-Really? You'll see.
-Officer? Officer!

Let him go. I'll fix this.
Can we?

-Is he your grandpa?
-Yes and the owner of the car.

Who gave you permission
to take the car?

She had to be home
before eleven.

Like Cinderella.

What's the problem, officer?

The minors are on public grounds
committing moral offenses.

The young man has no license,
and the registration is expired.

Is the offense for driving
or for being parked?

As you see, he's disrespecting
authority and blocking a search.

Is it necessary, officer?

Yes. I need to check
for illegal substances.

I'm carrying nothing.
Search what you want.

Shut up, boy! Go home.
I'll deal with this...

No, nobody's going anywhere.

-Open the trunk.
-The trunk?

Officer, please cut them
some slack. They're young.

Help them out.
They couldn't pay for a room.

I'm sure it's happened to you.
You must be hungry,

can I treat you to some tacos?

I already called the tow truck
and I'll have to deal with them.

You'll have to make it sweeter,
old man.

-Coffee, son?
-No thanks.

No, thanks dad.

Jonás can't carry on sleeping
in the den,

watching TV all night.

Then free up apartment one,
and we'll move in.

I already told you,
it's rented out.

You're the landlord. You could
say you have an offer,

and that you need it back.
Right, Jonás?

Would you mind listening,
for once in your life?

Do you know
what your problem is?

You think
everything's about you,

just because
you're getting divorced.

What's so funny?

I must have learned that
from someone.

What do you mean?

Take this building, for example.

It was mom's, but you kept it
and managed it

to your own convenience,
and badly, by the way.

-Where are you going?
-I'm finished.

-You're staying put.
-Leave him alone, Sara.

I'm just going to the bathroom.

Look. All the decisions
concerning this place,

were taken with your mom's
permission.

Where do you think the money
for your school came from?

I didn't want to go there.
I wanted to stay with you.

What's done is done.

If your divorce seems final,
you might want to find a job.

You can't have your son sleeping
on his grandpa's couch forever.

You're right.

I have an interview today
and I swear

I'll do my best to get it
and not be a nuisance anymore.

I didn't know Jimena headed up
our social media strategy.

Look at this.

The guns that killed the Judge
and the mariachi are different.

We got this from ballistics.

Both weapons were
in the building that caught fire

shortly before Duarte
was killed.

Exactly, that's the problem.

There were 35 weapons there.

We need to catch the bastard
before he goes on a spree.

That should be more than enough.
Excuse me.

Apologies, these board meetings
always drag on.

This way, please.

Thank you.

Did you want something to drink?

-Coffee, water, soda?
-Thank you, I'm fine.

After you, please, take a seat.

So, you're here for the position
of personal assistant to me?

That's right.

The pay isn't out of this world,
but you have perks

and I'm not much of a nag.

-Remind me who recommended you?
-Anaís. We grew up together

-in Asunción de La Sal.
-Are you from Asunción, too?

Yes. Well, I lived there
for a few years

until I was sent to study
in Monterrey.

I have very fond memories
of that time.

I know all you've done
for Asunción and its people,

and I find it truly admirable.

-What's your name again, please?
-Sara. Sara León.

I met an attorney León
many years ago.

He helped me at a very,
very difficult time.

His wife was an adorable person.

On my birthday she made me
a pie...

A lemon pie?

-Yes, how did you know?
-It was my mom's specialty.

No! Are you Mr. Pascual
and Almudena's daughter?

Yes.

Then no recommendation is
necessary.

-Do you know what we call this?
-A huge coincidence?

Destiny, Sara.
It's called destiny.

-Can you start tomorrow?
-Of course.

-Of course, I can.
-Welcome to the Bonete family.

-Guerra.
-Tolsá?

I know I said I'd be back today,

but my mother has a doctor's
appointment and...

Right. You've been very busy
giving interviews, haven't you?

He caught me unaware.

He interviewed me in the street,
and I thought it might be good

to send a message
to the murderer.

You thought?
Way to go, Guerra.

It's important that he knows
we're not afraid of him, Tolsá.

I'll let you off this time.

Only because your antics somehow
saved our image from tanking.

But do it again,
and you'll get an interview

with Internal Affairs,
not with the press.

-Is that clear?
-I'm sorry.

-I'll be back tomorrow for sure.
-Guerra, Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Mom?

Do you still like
cow's feet tacos?

-Yes.
-Won't you come eat with us?

Nuri Uribe,
please forgive me

for not being in touch
these last days.

I hope you can let me
make it up to you

by taking you out to dinner.

Just like that, Pascual?
A dinner, and all is well?

Well, I...

No, at least two. One tonight,
and one this weekend.

Very well, I accept.

Are you going to control
your people, or do I need to?

Please, your honor, you're the
Secretary of Homeland Security.

Kindly let me deal with it.
I'll talk to her.

Why don't you just fire her?

This Jimena woman is a time bomb

and it'll explode any day now.

She's very close to catching
the murderer, sir.

Let's let her show
what she can do.

That's what makes me
all the more nervous.

One more screw-up, and
she won't be the only one fired.

I have candidates lined up
to take your place.

I AM NOT SCARED!

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

It's all right.
I ordered you a double tequila.

Wow. I think you and I are meant
to get along.

We're going dancing afterward,
aren't we?

I don't want to let you down,

but after my heart attack,
I really shouldn't...

But, here we are, so let's
enjoy ourselves, shall we?

-Yes.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

-Who are you? What do you want?
-Come.

Really. This is the last one,
I mean it.

That's what you said
two shots ago.

We even toasted
to the drugstore mascot!

No, but really, this is really
the last one, I promise.

Here's to that night
you made love to me non-stop.

According to the yarn
you spun for your daughter.

Nuri, please forgive me...
I didn't mean to offend you,

it was the first thing
I could think of.

Don't worry. I'm flattered.

I'm flattered that it was
the first thing you thought of.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Here she comes!

What happened to the house
down the road?

How did it burn down?

-Who told you about that?
-It doesn't matter who.

How did it burn, Gabriel?

-We set it on fire.
-Enough, Gabriel.

Rosa, we ought to tell her
at some point.

Who burned it down?

We did, all of us.

I... was part of the crowd
that went to the house.

He was inside, with his family.

All scared to death.

There were two little kids
sticking their little hands

through the window,

-trying to...
-Mom.

I told you not to tell her.
You'll only hurt yourself.

Let him talk. It's important.

It's important to you,
not to him.

You'll soon be gone,
leaving him to weep,

and replay it in his mind
for weeks, or months.

That is so like you.

If you don't like something,
you forget it.

Pretend it never happened.

Jimena, no matter how hard I try
I can't get through to you.

Look, if you truly dislike me
so much,

Don't come see me. Don't visit.

Go ahead and eat the pie, while
he weeps and you comfort him.

Happy birthday, Jimena.

Mom. Mom!

-Ah!
-Well?

Shall we continue at my place?

I'd love to, but I can't.

Today is my daughter's
birthday...

and I'd like to surprise her
before her day ends.

Look, Pascual. If you don't want
to go out with me, just tell me.

We aren't kids anymore...

Hang on, your demand
was two dinners, wasn't it?

Yes.

Then, choose a place to dine
next week, then we'll continue

with cocktails at your place,
OK?

OK.

Is everything OK?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIMENA

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