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FORENSIC MEDICAL SERVICES

EXPERT SERVICES

SIX WEEKS EARLIER

Violence, crime and gender.

Nancy, I've told you ten times.

Yes, please. Send the study plan to the coordinator, okay?

And don't forget to book Classroom 10 starting this Monday

through the end of the seminar.

Yes.

Okay, let me know if you need anything else or call me on my cell.

Have a nice weekend.

Thanks.

Zoe, I'm leaving.

Hi, mom.

Memento mori.

What's that?

In a nutshell, postmortem pictures

from Victorian times, and they are cool.

Yes, that I know. What I don't understand is why you enjoy these things.

Mom, it's fascinating.

Look.

Check this.

Look at their eyes.

They are dead.

Exactly.

There are eyes, but...

there is no gaze, no soul. It's just bodies...

It's amazing how you can tell even though it's a fucking picture.

I don't like them.

It's dismal and morbid.

I don't understand the obsession of modern generations

of portraying death as glamorous.

Mom, you do know that I'm going to be a medical examiner, right?

Yes. And do you realize how many femicides

are a product of this admiration of violence and death?

You know what, Alma?

Come on, go.

Go.

Have fun and get drunk.

- Talk to your dad, okay? - Yes, go.

Have a good time. Bye!

Andr�s will pick you up.

Alma will come back on Sunday afternoon,

so we have all the time in the world.

I'll call you later, okay?

Who will you be calling later?

You're leaving, honey?

Who were you making plans with?

I was talking to Esteban.

But you said: "We'll have the entire weekend".

Well, yes.

I don't know if I'll see him today or tomorrow. I mean...

We'll meet at some point.

Sure.

- Take care. - Yes.

WELCOME TO MORELOS

DARK DESIRE

- My friend! - Hi, girl!

I'm so glad you came.

- Welcome. - How are you?

Come inside, it's raining.

I couldn't wait to see you.

Me too, you don't come here anymore.

- Want a Bloody Mary? - Yes, please.

I think he's fucking someone else.

Your husband?

The incorruptible and impeccable Mr. Judge?

Do you think I'm crazy?

Who do you suspect? Some slut, bitch, or husband stealer?

Brenda!

Sorry.

Do you think he's capable of it?

I don't know.

You tell me.

Well, it's a woman from his job.

He spends more time with this girl than with me.

Okay.

His secretary.

No, his executive assistant.

Classic!

And what's her name?

Is she cute?

Young?

Is she hot?

Although that doesn't mean anything.

Let me tell you, Roberto left me for an ugly woman,

an old lady with more cellulite than me.

Well, Edith is...

young.

Very beautiful.

Smart.

Are you ready?

I don't know her that well, but she's like those girls

that are always kind and attentive.

And she's always very thoughtful with Leonardo. It's like...

Like she's indispensable to him, you know?

Indispensable.

And you still have doubts?

How did you find out about Roberto?

No, girl. I did not know.

I had all the signs right in front of me, but I missed them.

Changes in his routine, working extra hours,

being overzealous with his phone and his computer...

Suddenly, he started going to the gym and taking care of his body.

What makes you think he's fucking her?

I don't know, it's like...

Women can sense these things, you know?

Look.

This morning he got super nervous

when I asked him who he was talking to.

And well... I don't know.

How is he in bed?

Well...

Obviously, it's not like it was when we were both young,

and wanted to fuck all day long, but it's...

No, wait.

I don't know!

We've been married 20 years, Brenda.

I don't know, what do you want me to say?

I think it's normal.

- Are you okay? - No.

Anyway, let's get back to your thing.

So, you had all the signs right in front of you and...?

And nothing.

I never realized what was happening

until Roberto came one day and said:

"I'm not in love with you anymore, I met someone else..."

"And I want a divorce."

What an idiot, right?

Honey...

I know what we are going to do.

We're going on a cruise.

On a cruise?

A cruise...

for singles, seven days, six nights, through the Caribbean.

That's how you'll find your soulmate

or some guy you can fuck for a while.

We leave on Monday.

We?

No, I'm not looking for a single guy or a soulmate.

Besides, my seminar starts this Monday.

Come on, you urgently need a self-esteem boost.

And someone to remove the cobwebs in your head and your lady parts.

No, don't worry about that, I manage that perfectly fine myself.

"I manage that perfectly fine, of course, because I'm a complete woman,

and a complete woman doesn't need her other half."

Well, yes. Look.

Let's do this.

Let's go on a trip, you and me.

A friends trip, no single men.

Yes, okay.

Like the ones we've been doing since we were 15.

But I know how you can repay me.

And you won't be able to say no.

How?

Tonight,

you and I will go hunting.

How long has it been since your last orgasm?

How long has it been since you felt that tingling sensation?

How long has it been since you got wet?

Now that we're here, the average age in this place just went up to 25.

Shut up, Alma.

It's great.

Okay, and how do you dance to this?

Like this, wild.

Tribal.

You're fetishizing youth, Brenda.

Let's dance, come on.

I'll have dinner here and then I don't know when I'll be free.

Exactly, Zoe.

I am the judge, and judges don't need to explain ourselves.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Rest, little lady.

Edith, it's perfect.

I'm glad you like it.

Cheers.

All beers. Fuck.

Damn.

- What's up, Jas? - Zoe, how are you?

- Fine, and you? - Okay. Do you want a beer?

Okay, I'll have one.

- Hi, Bicho. - How are you?

How's the business doing?

It's kind of dead, right?

To what do I owe this honor?

My parents ditched me again.

Mom went to Cuernavaca with Brenda.

Brenda Castillo?

She just got divorced.

Really? How so?

How did that happen?

Well, well, why so interested?

Merely professional curiosity.

I think her husband cheated on her.

And your dad?

Did he have to work?

That's what he told me.

But... I don't know.

I think he's up to something.

My brother?

The prudish Judge Solares is up to something?

Your mom doesn't suspect anything?

My mom?

Of course not.

She must be eating her second bucket of ice cream,

processing poor Brenda's grief.

Hey, could I have a glass of white wine, please?

Hey!

Miss, do you have white wine?

Hey, could I have a glass of white wine, please?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Hi, could I have another one, please?

Thanks.

I was looking for you.

Me?

You wanted a glass of wine, right?

I don't like these kinds of places.

But it was worth coming.

For just one reason.

Which one?

To meet you.

What?

That's the worst pick-up line I've heard in my entire life.

I'm Dar�o.

I'm Brenda.

Okay, the suite is already paid for with breakfast included, Leo.

They say the buffet is extraordinary.

Or, do you prefer room service?

No, actually I want you to help me...

- Leonardo! - No! I'm sorry!

You don't look like a realtor.

I don't?

And what do I look like?

Like a mystery I have to figure out.

No, there's no mystery.

Actually I buy and sell houses, apartments, offices.

- All that... - Sorry!

I don't want to interrupt.

I need my friend.

Hey, I know you.

No, I don't think so, but we could meet.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

- I'm Brenda, best friend of... - Brenda.

What is it?

What do you want?

I want...

Not to leave you out on the street.

"I found a 5' 11" excuse. Don't wait up.

Fuck him!

It's just sex, honey.

Just sex.

Fuck him.

I love you.

- What's up, Brenda? - I'm coming!

So, what should I call you?

Brenda two?

Look...

The thing is, we decided to go out today, have fun, hook up...

And actually I'm not very good at those things.

Well, I think you're doing it perfectly.

Look at them, Bicho. Here they come.

They had an end-of-the-year dinner at their office.

I'm sure they celebrated at the bar around the corner.

They flirted for a few months

and today, after five shots, he finally convinced her.

How do you know she's married?

Married women don't cheat this late at night.

Look at her, Bicho.

She's frowning.

She's trying to figure out what she'll do when she goes home to her husband,

how she'll manage to hide what Sanchez did to her all evening.

Esteban, gross!

Just look at her.

She's happy.

I'll never understand how a successful criminologist like you

ended up hunting cheating husbands and wives outside motels.

Tell me, how did you hurt your leg?

- Do you want anything else? - Bicho!

How much do I owe you for five and two sodas?

Are you really not going to tell me anything about yourself?

I'm sorry.

I can't.

What?

You're charming and I'm having the best time, I am...

But I can't do this.

Good evening, excuse me.

Fuck, where did I put them?

At least let me drive you home.

- This won't work. - It's already working.

What are you doing?

I think you need to leave. It's for the best.

Really?

We didn't even exchange phone numbers.

Are we never going to meet again?

It was just sex. And it ends just as it started.

Close the door when you leave, please.

Alma!

Alma, I'm home!

I'm in the kitchen.

Could you explain how you ended up in a hospital?

You have no idea how horrible it was.

We were having the best time in the hot tub.

All of a sudden...

He fainted.

Obviously, I had to take him to the hospital.

- No way. That's terrible! - No, but...

Wait, it doesn't end there.

- Guess what? - What?

I had to call his parents.

No!

And when they got there...

Shit! Guess what?

His mom...

Was my age.

Shut up.

Yes, it was fucking embarrassing!

And of course, I ran away like a criminal.

So, if I need a lawyer, Alma...

Damn!

What happened here?

You?

Alma?

Little Alma, the puritanical.

Here I was thinking you were a saint, you little slut.

You fucked him!

Very good, you listened to me.

You know what?

I feel like I know that guy from somewhere.

- Really? - Yes.

From where?

Look, the important thing is that you fucked him.

Did you come? How many times?

Brenda!

We're not 18 anymore.

Yes, obviously. I did.

And?

No.

Don't start with: "I don't know what happened to me, I went crazy."

Well, I don't know what happened to me and I think I did go crazy.

You aren't going to tell Leonardo, right?

Call me when you get back from your cruise, okay?

Why don't you come with me?

Come!

Come on, please!

No, I can't.

But once we're both on vacation, we'll go on a trip, just you and me.

- No singles. - No singles.

I love you.

Sure you're okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Not everybody is as complicated as you.

Next week, check my Facebook.

I'll be publishing pictures with the first guy I fuck hard.

Okay.

Very well.

Text me.

Call me when you get there.

Okay, thanks for everything.

Love you.

I've been looking for you.

Me?

I'm Dar�o.

We should at least know each other's names.

Don't you think?

We have all weekend.

Who were you making plans with?

Are you sure you want me to leave?

It's just sex, honey.

Just sex.

I've never been a good liar.

I feel like Alma will discover me at any moment.

As long as Edith doesn't open her mouth, it'll be okay.

I'm winning, man.

Fuck!

Let me go!

Let me go.

No!

Come on!

Hi.

- Hi, brother-in-law. - Hi.

Honey, what happened?

Weren't you supposed to come back tonight?

I have to prepare for my seminar.

And Brenda?

Fine, Brenda's fine.

At home.

All things considered, she's fine.

And what about you two?

Did you do anything interesting?

- Yes, we played squash. - We played pool.

Squash or pool?

Squash.

Okay.

I'll leave you guys alone.

I'll go prepare my class.

A cripple playing squash? Really?

I know, I'm an idiot.

I'll go.

Take care, man.

See you later.

I'll go say "hi" to Zoe.

What's up?

Look.

CHRONICLES OF THE RED

Great.

Now you can start your catalog.

Yes.

Actually, I was thinking about going to the morgue with Uncle Esteban, and,

I don't know, taking some cool pictures.

Okay.

Hey, what is it? Are you okay?

- Are you okay? - Yes, I'm fine.

It's just that I have a lot of work.

Are you sure that's it?

Gender-based violence reflects the hatred, the contempt,

and the fact that society sees women as inferior to men.

We will study one of the cases that happened in Colonia Juarez.

A man goes into a flower shop and shoots to death an employee

with whom he had a relationship in the past.

"Crime of passion."

"Passion-motivated murder."

"He killed her out of jealousy."

Those were the headlines with which the press portrayed the crime.

However, the definition of violence

or the word "femicide" were visibly lacking.

I thought you weren't coming.

Come in.

Alma.

I didn't hear you come in. What time did you arrive?

Honey!

I came home late, I didn't want to wake you up.

By the way, hon, don't you know how dangerous it is

to fall asleep with the computer on in bed?

You got a text from your assistant, do you want me to read it?

No, honey. Leave it, I'll read it.

Don't you know how dangerous it is to grab a cellphone with wet hands?

POST GRADUATE STUDIES UNIT

There are one hundred million women missing around the world.

One hundred million women and girls. They were supposedly born,

but we don't know where they are.

We don't know if their parents killed them just because they weren't considered

as valuable as boys.

We don't know if they were given away

or sold,

or if they ended up in the hands of smugglers

that will exploit them and force them into prostitution

or harvest their organs for organ trafficking.

Women that die at the hands of their husbands,

of their fathers,

of their brothers,

or of their ex-partners.

Or women that are killed by unknown men

only because they are women.

Do you know that in our country nine women die per day?

Nine women per day, every two and a half hours.

That is the average.

Those women who suffer violent deaths are mothers,

daughters,

sisters,

wives,

or someone's best friend.

The numbers desensitize us.

We do not protect the victims.

We make them invisible.

That is why I now want to talk about the causes...

Professor...