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Don Pascual, your mind is going.

There is no escape from Alzheimer's.

I'm with Jimena Guerra.

What's it like to be the new face of the Police?

I'm not the police's face.

I'm just a part of it,

and I lend my voice to my colleagues.

Just a week in, and we're a mockery.

It's me, your father.

-I know, my phone tells me. -Are you OK?

No, Jonás!

I'm not made for this. I resign.

¿Pascual León? I'm Nuri.

Are you going to let Alzheimer's get the better of you?

Pascualito, what are you doing?

You all did it, and it was wrong, Judge.

You know it.

"I MET A GIRL, HER NAME IS JIMENA GUERRA"

Can you tell me what this means?

Guerra?

Do you hear me?

Sorry, I need some fresh air.

Take it.

If not for you, do it for us.

The puke-smeared face of CODIP

wouldn't go down well in the media.

Go to hell, Garduño.

It's normal.

Some have the guts for this, others are princesses.

Garduño, help out over there with the media, please.

They're on their way and hungry to get a scoop out of this.

Keep them, princess. I don't need them.

Would you like a mint?

Sorry. I don't know what came over me.

You already used that excuse with "El Amarillo".

Are you holding back something I should know?

I wasn't expecting to see something like that.

Let's get out of here, before it gets out of control.

But...

Would you rather stay?

-Sir, one question. -No comment.

Look at that!

Way to go, team! We'll pull it off this year.

Dad!

Dad!

What are you doing here?

What do you mean? We came to see you.

You didn't let me know, did you? Did you tell me?

We always got your voicemail, so we decided to surprise you.

Let's go, I'm pooped from the flight.

BEFORE I FORGET

Are you planning on staying here?

If not here, then where? Does it bother you?

No, no, of course not.

Aren't you going to say hello to me?

Let's go.

It's nothing like it was when Mom was here.

You think so? I think it has more character now.

That's a bar.

With all that racket,

I don't get why people like it there.

But it's always packed.

I don't know what took over me when I rented the place out.

I'll pop in for a beer later.

A beer?

Sara, I think you should pay more attention

to raising your son.

Look who's talking about "paying more attention".

Dead people are calling out to us,

and they don't care if we're ready to listen.

This is no ordinary murder, Jimena.

A well-known judge,

a message directed to CODIP's new young recruit.

The press are going to screw us.

The way I see it, there are two options:

either you're the prey, or you become the hunter.

Do you want to be the prey?

-Fine. -What's fine?

I'm not giving up.

I figured.

Any idea who might have sent you that message?

No, no idea. I'm as clueless as you.

If I find out you're holding information back from me,

you'll face a very different

boss from the one who recruited you.

I want to take a bath and sleep.

Jonás, take your feet off there, please.

Why don't you take the suitcases to the guest room? Please.

Dad, let us catch our breath, would you?

-Are you taking them up or not? -Why the hurry?

No hurry, but we might as well get them out of the way.

Where am I going to sleep?

There, with your mom.

No. He's 17, the last thing he wants is to be with me.

Why don't we stay in the apartment downstairs?

No! We'll make ourselves at home here.

And... when are you planning on going back?

What?

We just got here. Do you want us to go back already?

No, just so I can get organized.

Excuse me, do I need to book to be in my own house?

-Please, Sara. -"Please"?

I am separating from my husband,

and you don't ask me how I am!

I knew you wouldn't be waiting for me

at the airport with flowers,

but you could at least pretend to be glad to see us.

Know what? Give me the keys and we'll go down.

Child, I think you're making a huge deal out of nothing.

Jonás, grab your things, we're staying downstairs.

Nobody's going anywhere.

Apartment 1 is rented out as a storage place.

What about 2?

Is the whole building a storehouse?

They're in bad shape,

nobody wants to rent them for living.

I thought you'd be better off staying together,

but well...

Jonás can sleep here. The TV's here.

Or in the room on the roof terrace.

What?

-What do you mean roof terrace? -Why not?

Anyway, welcome.

Jonás.

So?

Nothing. Might as well be questioning a brick wall.

Did her son say how far he is?

Being a nurse sucks.

I can't tell if she's hungry, thirsty...

or if she needs to pee.

Can you imagine her shitting herself right here?

Shut up.

He said he's taking the first flight from Monterrey.

We'll see.

What an asshole, right?

Killing him right in front of her.

He knew she wouldn't say a word.

I wish we could jog her memory.

Anything.

The doctor says it's a lost cause.

She's nutty as a fruitcake.

-Hello? -Jimena Guerra?

Who's speaking?

Romina Ruíz, from the CODIP morgue.

I have something I'd like you to see.

Let's see.

It seems this one will be a little tricky.

His job has no fixed schedule, so I'll have to hunt him down.

Softly, softly, catchee monkey.

Softly, softly, catchee monkey.

"Softly, softly..." What do you think, Erick?

Don't look so sour! Hang in there!

I'll feed you soon.

I wrote it down in my notebook so I wouldn't forget.

"Feed the cat".

It would be wise to go in the middle of the day

to find him.

He moves around the south.

Let's see.

Ever since I was a girl,

I've been obsessed with serial killers.

Jack the Mexican, the Poquianchis...

"El Goyo" Cárdenas.

While my schoolmates

were collecting soccer World Cup stickers,

I collected all there was to know about serial killers.

And stuck it in an album.

Did you know? The Porfirio Díaz police

let "El Chalequero" get away by mistake,

when he was being held prisoner for killing more than...

-What did you want to show me? I gotta run...

Handsome, elegant, a ladies' man...

That's how they explained it away.

Besides, he was a good shoemaker So they say.

After he was released,

he mercilessly raped and killed an old lady.

A journalist at the time

discovered that he was the man

who had murdered the prostitutes.

So, he was sentenced to death.

This is my new album. Not about killers, but victims.

Wanna see it?

No, thank you.

It turns out, he didn't kill his victims

because they were prostitutes,

but because they were easy targets.

Each serial killer has his thing...

But I'd never seen anything like this.

This is meant for you.

It's direct, frank, fascinating.

He's only killed one person, we can't call it "serial".

Not yet, but there will be more, you'll see.

I found fingerprints.

It was hard work, but here you are.

Let's see.

Nice and easy and cooperating, OK?

Give me your paw.

Your paw!

Let's see.

Good.

Signature here.

Got him.

What's up?

I just ID'd the judge's murderer.

-Who? -Erick Santiago Valdés.

Accused of homicide,

he got away due to lack of evidence.

-Go after him. -Yes, sir.

The thing about justice

is that it's very subjective.

Don't you think?

Take us two, for example.

In your eyes,

I'm the worst thing that could've happened to you.

Just like you were to your wife.

What do you think she'd say if she saw you like this?

We'll never know.

You clubbed her, right?

You clubbed her to death.

In time,

you'll see that all this is

but the consequence of your actions.

Where are you, bastard?

Get it?

What?

Being picky again? It's salmon!

All cats like salmon.

Come on. That's it.

Nobody has been here for days.

He planned everything so he could vanish

after the murder. Right?

No. Nobody leaves like that if they plan it.

Looks like someone or something forced him to dash out.

Maybe.

It's time.

I might be late, so don't wait up for me.

I made this slide show especially for you.

Enjoy it!

Hello?

Do you never sleep?

I need a clue as to why he left all of a sudden.

You'll find it with a clear mind

go rest, Guerra, that's an order.

OK.

-Hello. -Hello, good morning.

I'm Sara León, I have an appointment with HR.

Just a moment, please.

Send it to me. No, you don't understand.

The payroll wasn't for today, but yesterday.

Yes, I need to train 100 people. One moment.

I have to train 100 people and my hands are tied

if I don't have the payroll documentation.

Great, that's the spirit and the attitude I need!

That lobby wasn't there before.

The one at the entrance, on the right.

It was there when I started.

Really? How long have you been here?

Six years.

Quite a while.

Are you an ex-employee?

Yes, I worked here for ten years and eight months.

I had your current position,

but things were different back then.

The computers took ages to start up

and we used floppy disks.

OK.

Sara, I'll be frank.

We're looking for a different profile,

a secretary who we can mold into our vision of things,

a recent graduate,

with exceptional personal appearance.

But thanks for coming.

I understand, thank you.

I know what that means.

-Hey. -Tell me.

That lobby out there used to be part of my office.

I didn't work in a shoe box.

Hey, handsome.

-Hey, you coming? -I can't, they're coming for me.

Why don't you come back later?

-Hop in now. -I can't right now.

-Do you want me to get rough? -OK, wait for me.

-That's how I like it. -You're nuts, babe.

-Hey. what's up? -Fine, and you?

Who's he?

Taking a turn?

I said, taking a turn.

I'm just watching.

Watchers are not welcome, and piss us off.

Or are you scared?

If you don't take a turn, beat it.

I'm off then.

Dumb-ass Beto, he thinks he owns the place.

Way cool how you whacked him!

We'd always wanted to, but...

I'm Dariela.

Jonás.

Here they come.

What a pain in the ass.

Enough, buddy.

Watchers are not welcome and piss us off, right?

-Right? -That's right.

What happened?

There's a dead man.

Was he assaulted?

Looks like he had a heart attack.

I saw him before the police showed up.

The bastard died with his pants down.

Martínez!

A leopard can't change its spots.

Good. One less.

Mom?

Mom?

Sara?

Sara?

How did it go, son?

I'll take you to your room.

Don't tell your dad, he'll give me a tongue-lashing.

I love you, son.

I love you.

Forgive me...

Forgive me, son, forgive me.

The scandals keep on coming at CODIP.

The supposed "Police of the Century"

is rapidly turning into a sad caricature.

As you know,

a few days ago, the body of Alfonso Duarte was found,

a judge who hardly stood out for his righteousness,

as pointed out by the media in several reports,

of having committed bribery and embezzlement.

It seemed, or so we were led to believe, that in a way,

his end was a logical consequence of his actions.

Well, the case has taken an unexpected turn.

You're about to see chilling images

of the message found on the victim's forehead.

"Today I met a girl, her name is Jimena Guerra".

You heard it right.

The same one we hadn't heard about

since she let "El Amarillo" slip from her grasp.

It looks like the murderer killed the judge

just to call this pretty young lady's attention.

Chilling, but romantic. Don't you think?

Now, Jimena Guerra not only needs to solve a murder,

but also flush out the secret admirer

who's sending her those little love messages.

Turn it off.

...if they finally succeed...

I hope the snitch is cashing in.

Because when I find out who it is, and I will,

he'll be out on the street,

no settlement, no bonus. No nothing.

Let's see how he finds another job,

because he'll be on the blacklist

of every organization.

But Pira is right:

Jimena isn't up to scratch.

I have nothing to prove to you.

If anyone else has anything to say,

say it to my face.

No? Nobody?

Are you using the notebook I gave you, Don Pascual?

Yes, doctor. I write everything down.

Pay the electricity bill, pick up my laundry,

feed the cat.

The cat?

Yes.

Don Pascual, your cat died. Don't you remember?

Yes, it's a longstanding habit.

I write everything down, doctor.

The problem is, sometimes

I forget what I need to write down.

Yesterday, I ran out of gas in the middle of the highway.

I had to walk for hours.

Don Pascual, this will happen more often.

You can't get worked up every time.

I know it's difficult, but you must try to keep calm.

And do as I tell you. How does that sound?

-Don Pascual? -Yes, doctor, whatever you say.

This is what we're going to do.

"No planning ahead"?

You told me to write down everything.

We're going to change our approach.

We're at the start of a new stage of the disease.

Think about what you want to do, not what you must do.

Write it down in your notebook, and then do it.

This way you'll only need to remember things

covering short segments of time.

Like Alcoholics Anonymous: one day at a time.

You got it.

Don't be obsessive.

Surprise yourself! Play it by ear!

This will make you more relaxed.

And you'll enjoy things more.

-See you later, doctor -Take care.

No making plans.

I'd like to use you as an envelope for this message.

Don't you think, pussycat?

It's movie night for you. I have new pictures for you.

Nutty mariachi!

Nutty mariachi!

If the shoe fits, wear it, my mom would say.

Heroes Street.

Nuri.

No, not now.

Thanks, see you tomorrow.

Thought you'd stop by last week. What took you so long?

I had no reason to come.

And now you do?

I was taught not to walk away from things.

So, I'm all ears.

They're bullies.

Yes, I know them, they beat on the other guys.

You'll see, they'll recognize me.

-Good evening. -Good evening, sir.

That's Manuel, he's been working here for 25 years.

He cleans, sweeps and mops.

And he knows the exact dates of every single guest, by heart,

and all the questions we asked.

When somebody makes a mistake, he's the first to point it out.

But if you do a good job, you can feel proud of yourself.

Do you know why?

He's the only one here really watching.

He knows how to listen.

Well, deep down, I think we all want to be heard,

feel important, even if it's only for a split second.

Especially you, I guess.

Am I that obvious?

No, not obvious...

just a prick.

-I like you. -I don't like you.

You have a strange way of showing your friendliness.

Why do you have it in for me?

It's nothing against you, but what you stand for.

I'm just trying to do my job, just like you.

Your rhetoric doesn't wash with me.

What rhetoric?

One thing is the dumb-ass on the screen,

another is the very different guy talking to you.

You can't believe everything you see on television.

If you want to continue bullying me on TV,

go right ahead.

I'll be old news in a few days, and you?

Are you ready to face a lawsuit for slander?

Nothing makes ratings go up

like an attack on the freedom of expression.

Stick to your sensationalist and lurid reports,

and leave me be.

Don't force me to investigate you.

Judge Duarte made his fortune

at the earthquake victims' expense.

Most of the information was in the archives

that went up in flames,

or that someone set on fire.

How do you know that?

I do my research for my sensationalist

and lurid reports.

Duarte was a scoundrel.

He unscrupulously turned the guilty into innocents,

and vice-versa.

Do you know how he made his fortune?

Selling licenses

to low-income housing constructors,

without complying with safety regulations.

Many of the earthquake's crumbled buildings

were built by companies he protected.

Are you saying that someone burned the files

to cover it up?

Or that someone wants to send you a message.

If you have time,

there's something I'd like to show you.

Leave me alone! You always do the same thing!

Get your hands off me!

Could you tell me the reason for the strike?

Lara, explain it to the young man, please.

Since nobody's doing us justice,

Judge Duarte, who sold us out, should not be sitting pretty

while we were losing our houses,

our only assets.

It's not fair.

He must pay, too. He's going to pay.

That was my first investigation.

I was fresh out of college.

Do you think he was killed by one of the victims

of his wrong-doings?

That guy had been harassing him for years.

In fact, the government offered a bodyguard to the judge,

but he refused. He felt untouchable.

We saw how that turned out.

Do you know where I can find him?

I heard he spent a few years in jail,

but I lost track of him after that.

His name is Rodrigo Lara.

What I remember is that neither he,

nor any other victim got any compensation

or were rehoused.

Why are you telling me all this?

I told you that I like you.

Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to pee in the street

Go to hell.

You could even get fined, Adrián.

Go to hell!

Do I know you, pal?

I know you and that's enough for me.

No, wait! Easy. Stay calm.

Zip up or it'll get caught in the crossfire.

Look pal, this is all I have on me.

Take it and leave me alone.

Are you calling me a thief?

No, I don't know who you are, pal.

Do I owe you? What do you want?

You're gonna get your little outfit dirty.

Who are you, pal?

-Never mind. -No, please.

It makes no difference whether your outfit's clean or dirty.