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You're his wife?

Yes.

Yes. You can ride with us.

Thank you.

Talk to him. Lucas.

No, Lucas. Lucas, please stay with me. Don't leave me, please.

You have to pull through.

Please, Lucas. Please. He has no pulse.

-Ma'am, please. -What do you mean, he has no pulse? What?

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Oxygen.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Lucas!

Val.

Are you okay? It's all my fault.

No, no, don't say that. It isn't true. Yes, it's my fault.

He'll be good as new. Have some faith. No.

Take this. You gotta be freezing in here.

And what if he doesn't make it? What then? He was nearly murdered.

But who would wanna do this? I don't know!

A cop, perhaps, or some thief.

But why? I don't know why.

But he doesn't--

He doesn't deserve this,

and now he's dying and it's my fault.

It's all my fault, María. It's all my fault.

Don't worry, Val. If he dies, it's all my fault.

I think you'll wanna see this.

We found the victim in the corridor. Mm-hmm.

He's in critical but stable condition.

Any ideas on who might have attacked him?

That's why I called you.

In here.

You were very lucky, Valentina.

Seems he broke in through a window.

Apparently he was still there when you arrived.

But why attack him? He wanted him to publish his letter.

I don't know.

You think maybe Lucas had stumbled onto something?

No. He would have told me.

Well, see, at his house, we found some evidence

he was looking into the identity of The Undresser.

Did he tell you that? No. He keeps his work to himself.

There was also a confidential police file on his desk from our own investigation.

So, tell me, Valentina, how could he have gotten that file?

I don't know.

But I bet any officer would have sold it for 50 pesos.

I know it's hard to believe, but my intention is to protect all of us.

You've seen it now with your own eyes.

It is very dangerous for anybody to risk their own neck for this case.

I'll leave an officer outside to secure the premises.

I'm going to press these wrinkled shirts for you.

Aren't you going to see her?

And validate her insanity?

I've certainly caused enough trouble validating yours.

Why do you have to punish her?

You think that's what this is?

Your sister is humiliating.

Off by herself, just acting the fool, running amok.

No, don't play the victim. It's so unattractive.

You really think you're two strong and independent girls, hmm?

But a mother has to resist encouraging her children's mistakes,

no matter their passions.

Okay, if you have to resist encouraging my passions, why not just leave?

Aren't I needed?

No.

But Valentina is in trouble. That's where you're needed.

Here are some clothes.

I have to get down to the station.

It's still early, isn't it?

Well, I need to speak with my father.

And he agreed?

He doesn't know.

But I have to talk to him about Gerardo.

He came to see me.

Well, he was investigating.

That's his job, Valentina.

Yeah, sure it is.

They're all the same, including your dad and your brother.

They're good men. You just don't know them.

Are you kidding me?

You could wear that uniform your whole life

and not change a damn thing.

You're on the cover of a magazine.

You have nothing to worry about.

I know that all of this must feel terrible,

but don't take it out on a friend like me.

And who said that we were friends?

Well, not anymore, I guess.

It's for you.

It's from Lecumberri Prison.

"María, you remind me of Cassandra.

I couldn't help thinking of her during your visit.

I have access to so much information in my capacities as a lawyer

you wouldn't believe.

Extremely valuable information about cases that have gone cold.

I'm nothing if not a true man of my word,

so I've kept my promise.

Enjoy the read and, remember, you're not the only one.

Gregorio Cadenas."

What's he trying to say with this book?

Not sure. I haven't read it.

As I promised.

The last 15 years of cold cases involving missing or murdered women.

Right here.

- -Do you have a sec?

Um... We really have to check these cases.

That is to say check them before our... our shift begins.

María.

It's all right. After our shift.

Okay, see you then.

Hold on. Um...

Work in here. There's better light.

So what was that?

What was what?

Are you angry with him?

No.

The sound of your voice changed. And your movements as well.

And your breathing quickened. Your posture was stiff.

I see that when someone's angry with me.

I don't know what to say. It's... Well, let's just begin.

We'll go through these files and make some progress.

It's rather overwhelming.

It isn't overwhelming. These files just need a little bit of organization.

Hmm. I like the way you think.

First, we rule out any unemployed women.

We'll sort the rest by age, their city of birth,

and any memberships to unions or social clubs.

Any of these variables could be a common factor.

Logically, one would think there'd be previous cases

here in the city that we could connect,

but we can't rule out anything.

It's very important that we sort them out by manner of death.

And prioritize the strangulations.

So they all had jobs,

and all asphyxiated by rope, manually or drowning. Correct.

There are twenty.

Twenty possible victims.

What does this book have to do with any of this?

Maybe nothing.

It could just be a gift.

You gave him a piano.

I don't have time.

I said I don't have time.

Gerardo's in big trouble right now.

He's been breaking the law.

I've seen it with my own eyes.

That's a very serious accusation there, Gabina.

He's torturing arrested suspects.

Your brother's carrying the weight of an entire investigation on his shoulders.

You knew this kind of thing was going on?

Of course I didn't know.

Let me tell you, in this line of work,

I've run into cops who've had to take desperate measures.

Your brother is doing this because he's desperate to apprehend The Undresser.

But you're right. It's bad news if someone were to found out.

So it's important that absolutely no one knows about this.

And I'll talk to your brother.

Thank you for letting me know.

It was the right thing to do.

Gabina.

One of these days you should come by the house and have dinner with us.

That chapter of my life is over

and I won't be seeing that woman ever again.

I guarantee it.

But I sometimes think nothing I can do will ever earn María's forgiveness.

I think that this whole thing

has less to do with what you did than you may realize.

Mmm? I don't think so.

María has been with the police force just one month, and look at her.

It's like she woke up. She's excited about her new career.

She has a new life.

Are you sure you want it all back to the way it always was?

Hmm?

There.

This achievement has only come through enormous sacrifice.

The policewomen's division is only the beginning.

The women of this city must understand the immense sacrifices...

We should go and talk to the families of these victims.

There isn't any time.

I think the key is whatever Goyo is trying to tell us.

I really need to go visit with Valentina.

She could really use the company right now.

But I also need to care for my children.

I think you're a great mother.

Sometimes I really don't know.

I can't remember the last time I saw my parents.

I just blacked out once the shooting started.

I struggle with loud noises.

So you were there when they--

Yes.

What I'm saying is that you should go be with your children.

-That's what counts. -...our policewomen,

who serve as a bastion of pride against any further kinds of discrimination.

Good night, honey.

You know what?

Sometimes I think Dad doesn't love us like he used to.

No. Don't say such a thing. It's not true at all.

Of course Dad loves us, Alex.

And I'm sure he misses us as much as we're missing him.

He does, my dear. He loves you so much.

He talks about you all the time and always asks how you two are doing.

And he told me to give you extra hugs.

So there.

Dad's not in Acapulco, is he?

Why would you say that?

Because everything is so weird right now.

You're always sad, and Dad is too.

It's just that...

we're just dealing with a lot of stuff at work.

You don't have to lie to me or treat me like a little kid.

I know things aren't right.

Are you still in love?

Yes, my dear. Come here.

Yes, of course we still love each other.

Do you know how long it's been?

Let's do the math. I was 21, and he was 27.

Your father had just emigrated to Mexico.

A young architect with such a passionate heart.

His dream was to turn the whole city into a living piece of art.

It was impossible not to fall in love with him.

Then why doesn't it feel like that?

I guess life takes us down different roads sometimes.

I don't understand.

You've... You've changed. You're a policewoman now.

Yeah.

Couldn't Dad change too?

Mom?

Is it okay if I sleep in here with you?

What are you still doing up? We keep regular hours in this house.

Please?

Of course you can, sweetie.

And me too.

Mm-hmm. All right. Let's all go to bed, then.

This is cozy, right?

Wait. Come over here. Good night, Mom.

I love you both so much.

Why are you here?

You shouldn't be alone right now.

And you have nothing better to do?

Yes, actually, I do.

But I'd rather be here.

FYI, the coffee tastes like shit, hmm?

I don't drink coffee.

And we don't have to talk if you don't want.

I have a lot of things to focus on.

Cassandra.

She knew the truth, but no one believed her.

Hello. Hi there.

Uh, I figured you might like to spend the day with the children.

Uh, like the two of us?

No, no. I have to go in to work today.

You do? On a Saturday? Yeah. Yes, on a Saturday.

We found some info and it's very important.

Okay, but I thought maybe we could talk to the kids

and, uh, maybe we could take a walk and buy some wine--

We're close to catching The Undresser.

We've gotten info on the case that nobody's been able to.

Mmm. If we could arrest this guy,

it would just...

Can you imagine what a victory that would be for all of us?

Well, I guess you can count on me.

Until-- Thank you.

Until you're finished. Yes.

I'll stay here.

All right. Take care of yourself, please.

Sure. You can go upstairs with them. Yeah.

Thanks so much.

Lots of sugar, just the way you like it.

I went and bought it from a café

because you said you didn't like the coffee here

because you said it tasted like shit.

Are you trying to tell me something?

Good hygiene matters.

I was joking.

All available nurses,

please report to the laboratory.

Need anything else here?

Why are you being nice?

Why wouldn't I be nice?

Because I'm a bad person.

I'm selfish, hypocritical and impatient.

And disloyal.

That's why I don't have any friends.

I'm glad to be your friend.

But why?

Because we're partners.

Is it all right if I hug you?

Morning.

Ángeles, good morning.

I found a common link.

In the old case files? Mm-hmm.

You're the best.

A lot of the cold cases we set aside just have one factor in common.

Is it related to the victims?

No, not exactly.

It's in the myth of Cassandra.

Cassandra, daughter of the king of Troy, made a pact with Apollo.

The gift of premonition if she slept with him.

He gave her the gift first, and she changed her mind on the deal.

So then Apollo cursed her.

No one would ever trust her premonitions.

Inspector Morales ended up with all these cases

because he believed they were done by the same perpetrator.

And no one else did.

We have to find him and talk to him.

Already checked his file.

He retired some years ago, but I have his address.

Mar?

Mar?

What's going on, honey?

Mar, the door's locked. Are you okay?

Go away. I'm fine.

Go away? But-- Why'd you scream just now?

Please open the door. Let me check.

No, I'm fine. I wanna be alone.

Mar, you're scaring me a little bit.

What's going on?

Where's Mom at? Tell her I need her right now.

Mmm. Your mom's at work. You know that.

Tell her I'm bleeding.

You're bleeding?

Did you cut yourself?

No.

No?

Then, are you, uh...

I'd better call your mom.

Uh...

Honey, listen to me.

Let me emphasize, this is normal.

It's completely normal.

So think of it, uh...

All right, I'll be back.

Captain Romandía.

My name is Alejandro de la Torre.

I need to speak with my wife right now.

Um, de la Torre is not here.

Well, find out where she is and tell her

that there has been a medical emergency back at the house.

Is it serious? Do you need an ambulance?

No, it's not serious, but she needs to know

there's a medical emergency at home.

Please tell her it's urgent.

I don't know if I'll be able to find them, sir.

You're supposed to be the one in charge, aren't you?

What an unhelpful motherfucking asshole!

Where the hell did these girls go?

Good morning, Mrs. Morales. Good morning.

We've come looking for Inspector Morales.

What do you want with him? I was just headed out.

Ah. Here.

Well, I'm not sure who told you that he was here, but...

my husband died years ago.

We're looking for information on some of the cases he was investigating.

The girls who were killed? Yes.

Do you know what happened to my husband

because of his obsession with those cold cases?

His heart failed on him.

I'm very sorry to hear about that.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I don't want to be late to church and I really need to go.

We can't let her leave.

Maybe if we go to church with her, we'll form a bond.

And a bond could help her to trust us. Then she might cooperate.

María.

Ma'am?

Dora.

I asked you to leave me alone, please.

Do you need an ambulance? Help! Someone has fainted!

Are you all right? Can you hear me?

It was very noisy.

Please forgive me.

I'm sorry for leaving you behind out there. Are you okay?

It's not your fault. It's the way my body reacts.

My nephew is just like you.

He can't stand very loud noises.

Have you seen a psychiatrist?

My grandma says that they're all just scam artists.

Not all of them, dear.

Some will have valuable answers you may have been searching for.

Dad's going to speak with Gerardo and fix all this.

Otherwise, Gerardo will be ruined.

I wouldn't be so sure, Curly.

Gerardo and Gilberto have been acting like common thugs.

I heard you.

Doesn't seem like it.

You can't be this blind.

We just follow our orders as they're given to us.

Why can't you just follow your instincts?

"Listen to me, Dad. I'm quitting the police force,

because all I've ever wanted to do with my life

for as long as I can recall is to be a chef."

He'd understand.

Sure. Just like he did with you.

Earlier, he invited me to dinner at the house.

It's just a bribe, Curly.

Our father is a good man.

No, no, no! You're not understanding!

Open your eyes.

It was always Dad. He gives the orders.

He told them to use the abandoned hotel to torture suspects

till they got to The Undresser.

That was Dad.

You know, I thought that being an adult would be very different

back when... back when I was your age.

I imagined that I'd be able to do everything I ever dreamed of.

When I grew up, I'd... I'd build such beautiful things, real masterpieces,

the houses where folks would live their better lives.

But you do all those things.

Mmm.

Ultimately, I wound up designing buildings for offices.

The hotel in Acapulco's gonna be pretty, isn't it?

Pretty, yeah, but I doubt it'll stand out.

Your mom and I...

we've found ourselves going through some trials in our marriage.

Because she joined the police force?

At first I was sure that was it.

But later I realized it was something else.

I feel like I'm light-years away from all my dreams.

And your mom's out there working hard and realizing her childhood fantasies,

and... and instead of being a good husband,

my heart is filled with jealousy,

and I don't like it.

Look at this.

This is incredible. You mean it?

I may not know exactly what you're going through,

and I don't have the right words,

the ones that your... your mom says to make it all right.

But I want you to know that...

you will never ever be alone.

My husband was obsessed with the theory

that all of the killings had been committed by a single perpetrator.

But the more he fixated on it, the more he was teased by his colleagues.

They called him crazy.

Mmm. Like the myth of Cassandra.

And, um, did your husband leave any notes behind? Or a hypothesis?

Or perhaps a hunch about a suspect?

No.

Before he passed,

he did tell me he thought he had found

the monster's very first killing.

Do you remember which one?

Hmm. How could I forget it?

It was about 15 years back when a woman was murdered.

A real saint, a good person.

Rosa was her name.

She ran a foster home.

She was found dead in her own basement.

Can you even imagine what that did to all those kids?

Hmm.

Is that foster home still in business?

It shut down after her death,

but one of her foster children's been living there for years.

He's a nice guy named Vicente.

Did you ever meet him?

No.

My husband did a couple of times, but that was it.

And after he died, Vicente came to collect the case files.

So if you really think my late husband's notes are still worth reviewing,

he'd be the one to ask.

We can wait to go check it out until you're feeling better.

We should just go there now. It's pretty close.

And we need to get Morales's notebooks.

What if he doesn't comply?

Why wouldn't he?

I'm sure he wants to find the man who killed his mother.

I wish I would have known who killed my parents.

Doc said you're going to pull through.

And I'm sure you're thinking, "Valentina, just shut up right now."

No. No.

I promise I'm not here to bother you this time.

I'm here to say I'm sorry for all this.

Because I never got to tell you

what I really think about you on a personal level.

You're an incredible man, Lucas.

You're brave, you're extraordinarily talented, you're a real journalist,

the kind that I don't think exists these days.

And I'm terrified of being alone, and I think everybody knows it.

But I have a deeper fear than that...

and that's to continue hurting you.

That's why I wanna be more like you.

I'll be a better person.

More generous.

Someone who thinks of others besides herself.

I'll see you.

I called Clara. She'll be here soon.

Remember me?

Mm-hmm. I do. From the bar.

I guess you saw that I'm no brawler, huh?

I'd never been in a fight before.

So, you work as a security guard?

At a museum.

"Sorry, ma'am. You can't sit there."

That's basically all I do, really.

That's so funny.

Well, I think you're a pro.

Police station!

The next stop is mine.

Um, can I walk with you?

You look like you've had a bad day.

It can't really get much worse.

Mmm.

Sorry to hear. Mmm.

But, um, at least it's sunny. Maybe it'll turn around.

Would you like to go out tonight?

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Vicente Reyes Galván?

Can I help you ladies?

Where the hell are you, María?

Son of a bitch.

Can I get you something?

No. No, but thanks anyway.

We were told you have the old case files from the desk of Inspector Morales.

Are you sure you don't want a drink or something?

The widow of Inspector Morales, Dora,

told us you'd taken all the case files.

Oh, Morales. Yes, sure. And his wife.

He was a really nice fellow.

And the only cop I ever knew who seemed to want justice to the very end.

Until he passed away.

Just like my mom did.

Just like her?

You mean he was killed?

No, no.

I just meant that they both have died.

I never knew how he died.

Dora told me he could have prevented it.

My mom...

My mom could have prevented her death too.

Actually, one might say that... that she was asking for it.

Uh, what do you mean?

Just a moment.

This all feels so strange.

Is it him?

Agent de la Torre, it's Captain Romandía. Please respond.

María, just answer it.

Sorry. The dogs were hungry.

Have a seat.

Vicente, we're gonna need your assistance.

You would have loved to have met my mother.

She was a warm-hearted woman.

She treated us all exactly as if we were her own flesh and blood.

There's nothing more we could have asked.

To love someone is a choice, not just an obligation.

Do you have the old case files we mentioned?

Because, well, you know how mothers can be.

My mother, I mean my real mom,

she was cruel.

She had this one knuckle...

that stuck out more than the others.

She would jam it...

...right here, right here.

-You'll have to excuse us. -Yes.

I have the case files if you want.

It isn't locked. It's stuck. Jiggle it.

Open the door. Let us out.

You don't need the case files.

I know exactly who killed my mom.

I told the police back then, but they wouldn't listen to me.

Do you wanna know? Will you listen?

Are you ready for the truth?

It's the police!

Is anyone here?

Is anyone here?

María!

We're down here!

Ángeles? María?

Put the gun down. Put that down.

You all right? Vicente.

Um, he's with us.

Captain Romandía. Hmm?

Lucía Martínez. Her boss told us she was here the night she was killed.

Someone had to have seen her in here.

I told you already. No one saw her.

Any news on Minerva?

No. No.

When I was a kid, I had a dog.

Quena.

She was my best friend.

But one of Rosa's other sons killed her.

How was she killed?

One day, I heard Quena make a horrible sound

like we heard just now.

And when I arrived, I found Benito

with a bloody and bitten arm,

and my Quena was dead.

He said

that she attacked him.

But that was a lie.

She was the sweetest dog.

Who is Benito?

He's Benito Lagunas, my mother's murderer,

who Morales had investigated.

Is he The Undresser?

Yes, I do remember her. She was dancing.

Can you recall if she was with anyone?

Yes. She was with her boyfriend.

They were dancing. She was happy.

And this, this is my mother's diary.

"I'd never locked the door of my own room before tonight.

I've never before feared for my own life."

Now what I need is for you to recall

if this man had any unusual or unique physical characteristics.

Yeah.

He had a scar, a massive one, on his forearm.

In the next episode...

If you've had this diary, why didn't you take it

to the police?

I knew something bad was about to take place.

Benito might have killed his adoptive mother,

but that doesn't mean that he's The Undresser.

The key for us is to somehow connect it with The Undresser's murders.

A why.

What did you find out, Rosa?