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He's killing one after the other,

yet I just can't track him down.

Why is he sending me messages?

You need someone stronger than you.

Someone who makes you feel safe and takes your fear away.

Should we look into it or shall I ask Pira?

No, wait...

Don't ever come near me again.

I killed the Salvadorans.

He's crazy. The report confirms it.

He's schizophrenic and delusional.

That's not true.

All those screams you hear in your head will go away.

So, Pascual? Have you been busy?

Yes, doctor.

I'm determined to face my condition with all my might.

Pascualito, what are you doing?

You know.

I've been working out...

I'll get you, bastard!

I've been decluttering...

I want to see to all my "to do's"

before I can no longer remember anything.

One, two, three, four..

Time is precious.

That's something I've learned from this disease.

You're doing great, Pascual,

but you've got to have fun, too.

It's not all about "to do's". Don't stress yourself out.

Get out, you knot.

Why don't you put together a priority list,

and just focus on the things you can't put off?

What brings you peace of mind.

Just things I can't put off...

BEFORE I FORGET

What do you think you'll get out of these files?

Sometimes, with the passage of time,

people start recalling their blocked-out memories.

Or forget the lies they told.

OK, Gabriel. Tell us about Ángel,

the Central American who lived in the burned house.

You'd better give us the truth, Gabriel.

We're not among family here.

I remember his name was Ángel.

His wife was a real sour-faced woman,

and rude; worse than your mom.

They had two kids.

When they came, we all thought

they were from a nearby village,

but later we found out they were Salvadorans.

They looked very needy.

That house belonged to a man who couldn't finish building it

and I said to Ángel: "Move in there

until you find something".

He wanted to go to the States, with all his family,

but then changed his mind

because he'd had trouble with the immigration police,

and coyotes and all that.

Things started to go missing. We all know each other here.

That bastard had come here to divide us!

He spent his time in the bar listening to gossip,

and later he'd go around telling on everyone.

So ungrateful.

"I didn't take anything", Ángel would say.

"I swear. I'm not a thief".

Then I heard screaming,

and went over to see what was going on.

It was a mob and they were really pissed off.

They saw me and shouted: "Join us, Gabriel".

You see, we've always looked out for each other out here.

Before I knew it, everyone was throwing things at the house.

Did you throw anything?

I... I...

Yes. A stone, that's all.

Who started the fire?

That, I don't know, Jimena. I swear.

Really. I swear on my mother's life.

The shack was a ball of fire in no time.

We all tried to help them out of the house,

but the flames were already very high.

Uriel was the most desperate.

He got too close to the house.

And crash! A beam fell on him,

right on his head,

and he was never the same again.

I told you not to bother me in my house!

What is it now?

I came to thank you. I don't need your help anymore.

Right. Have you won the lottery?

No. A hitman kidnapped me, but I got away.

Really?

Yeah. Now I'm a hero to all my colleagues,

and I got a raise.

It must be a huge raise

to carry on paying for that hospital.

Not really,

but the asshole who kidnapped me gave me a pretty juicy donation,

so here's all that you gave me for my son's medical fees.

From now on, we'll go our separate ways.

Pick it up.

-Did you hear me? -I don't need to do that, Olmo.

Come on, I don't want to get cold.

What's up with him?

He looks confused.

He's laughing at us, Guerra.

That asshole totally knows we have no lead on him,

and he's rubbing it in.

But we do, Tolsá, the fire, The Cat doesn't know it yet.

We had him, Guerra,

until we lost the only witness who was willing to testify

that it was no accident.

He might not be the only one.

How can I help you?

I'm from CODIP.

We're investigating Judge Duarte's murder.

Your signature appears on many of his cases, Doctor Suárez.

Criminals who acted in a fit of madness,

victims with suicidal tendencies,

and delusional witnesses.

Look.

I don't know why you're looking here.

I've long since stopped doing consultancy for...

We're looking for the judge's murderer.

That's our priority.

We have the reports of four psychologists

and two psychiatrists.

They went over your diagnoses

and found a host of irregularities.

You're in trouble, doc.

If you helped us a bit, we could...

Well, be more understanding.

What is a "bit"?

Telling us which diagnosis was false.

And then you'll use that to put me in jail?

We can't spare you the can, doc.

But if we testify

that you helped us catch the big cheese,

that might help to shorten your sentence.

Do you remember Gabriel Domínguez?

You wrote he was schizophrenic and delusional.

Was it true?

He had only become obsessive.

He was haunted by the memories of the fire

that led to a depression

and multiple suicide attempts.

But that didn't make him a less reliable witness.

I have a nomination for The Cat's next victims.

My parents.

I'm fed up with all their divorce mess.

Am I interrupting?

Depends.

Wanna join us?

Come on, we won't bite you.

Take it easy, bro.

Everything's cool. Right, Beto?

Yeah, dude. Everything's cool.

Sit down.

Look, I just uploaded the invite for The Cat Costume Parade.

Check out how many shares we got.

Get outta here!

It's gonna be awesome, dude.

Right on!

Sweet!

Did you bring it?

This is going to cost you more, Garduño.

I had to delete the files too.

Are you sure this isn't the drag queen's blood?

Absolutely.

The drag queen died of suffocation.

Who else knows about this evidence?

What evidence?

Sure!

Listen, asshole!

If other copies turn up, the next photos will be yours.

How about a hand shake?

Stay cool!

Thank you, Gutiérrez.

As always, thank you.

Richo, add what I told you to the prompter.

Thanks.

What's up, Harold?

The script you sent me is incomplete.

No. Why?

What about the "Kitten"?

There's been no new information about the case.

Thank you.

Since when has that been an issue for you, Paco?

You create the information.

Every time you blast those CODIP assholes

our ratings skyrocket.

We don't want to lose those ratings, do we?

Look, don't fret.

I got a good scoop on the missing women in the subway.

Paco, people want to know about The Cat.

Let the morning crew deal with the lost old hags.

The "lost old hags"?

Look, Harold, I think it's time we made some changes.

I want to explore serious issues,

and talk about stuff that nobody else covers.

That's not something for you to decide, Paco!

No?

I do all the investigative work for this program,

and I'm the face of it.

But you don't provide the money. So forget it.

Well, if you won't let me define our editorial line,

then I don't want to anchor it. How's that?

Fine. I've got Jackie Martínez from next door

who's always pestering me to give her a chance.

How's that for you?

Perfect. Go ahead then, and let Jackie present it.

I'm sick of this shit.

I quit.

-Come on... -Thanks everyone!

Enough with the tantrum. Paco?

What? What? Get back to work!

Coming.

Wasn't I clear? I don't want to see you.

You were right, I was an ass.

Just hear me out, then you can kick me out.

Hearing your crappy reports is bad enough for me.

I quit.

I quit.

What about your pool?

Your mortgage won't just go away.

Look, I think I'm done swimming in those waters.

I want to start up an online channel

and be the journalist I always wanted to be.

And I owe it all to you.

Me?

Yes, you made me realize the asshole I had become.

Just turn on the TV and you'll see,

they probably took all of five minutes

to find my replacement.

I have stuff to do.

Are you finished with your "I'm a hero journalist" speech?

No.

I also want you to know

that you can count on this crappy investigative journalist

for your investigation.

I'll also understand if you don't want that.

Now I'm done.

Ángel had a brother who crossed over to the States.

I need to track him down.

Is that all you have on him?

He was deported to Mexico two years ago

and was held in a migration camp for six months.

He escaped before they could send him back to El Salvador.

Look, I know an NGO

that helps immigrants find housing and jobs.

Maybe they can give us some information.

I can take you there tomorrow.

Thanks, but I'll manage.

Listen...

-Let's... -Francisco, no. Seriously.

What happened between us was a mistake.

It'd be a really bad idea to do it again, don't you think?

Fancy some water?

What is it?

When I was at the university I had a girlfriend.

Carla Gonzalo. Ring any bells?

-No, why? -A journalist.

No.

We both wanted to do...

a different type of journalism.

Uncompromising.

After we graduated, she...

Got a job as a reporter in Tijuana and...

Well, I was...

I was working for a newspaper and thought I'd stay on for...

Six or eight months to save up some money and...

Move there with her.

Did she find another guy?

She was killed.

She was investigating...

Women trafficking and...

Published a report,

then another...

Disclosed important names and...

She was shot six times.

I got there as soon as I could and...

Organized marches,

sit-ins...

I took out ads in the newspapers

demanding that the PGR take action,

and you know what happened?

Nothing.

Those bastards never get anything or anyone.

At that moment I think I died too, somehow.

Nothing mattered to me anymore, you know?

Until you came along.

What's up, Pascual?

Did your mom...

Tell you she wasn't going to spend the night here?

She must think this is a boarding house.

Cut her some slack,

she's a grown up.

Besides, you have a girlfriend, don't you?

Do you know her boyfriend?

Don't you care?

What if she's seeing a sick bastard

who does nasty things to her?

Oh, Pascual, mom's been around the block.

She slept with everyone back in Miami.

Show respect, she's your mom!

You lived over there for a long time.

This city's becoming very dangerous.

She needs to be careful or

she might end up in some sick murderer's bed.

Anyway...

Wouldn't it be cool to end up as The Cat's stepson?

The Cat?

Look.

Pascual.

I came down for a glass of water

and suddenly I heard a thud.

The bell rang,

and I opened the door.

It must have been divine intervention,

because The Cat lowered his gun when he saw me.

And then?

I slammed the door shut, ran off...

And that was the last we knew of him, right?

Will you give me and the officer a minute alone, sweetheart?

Of course. Excuse me.

Jimena's after Ángel's brother.

You want me to find him first?

She'll get some sensitive stuff if she finds him.

Taking Miguel out will only attract more attention.

Let him talk, but you should talk too.

Tell them what went down. Know what I mean?

Well, I'll be on my way.

I asked for DNA tests on the blood traces.

As soon as I get the results,

we'll know who's behind the cat outfit.

The CODIP is getting too close to my territory

and failing miserably in catching that damn killer.

Do you know why?

Because Tolsá lets Jimena Guerra do whatever the hell she wants.

Do something, Garduño.

You're less useful by the day,

and I get rid of trash just like that.

"Pollito, Chicken".

You're kidding?

Francisco Píra! Mexican TV's national treasure!

To what do I owe this honor?

You coming down or what?

Come on up. Hey, little lady.

What a pleasure, man!

His name's Miguel Hernández Simán.

He might have been in one of your refugee groups.

Around a year ago, he ran away from a detention camp.

What do you want him for?

Relax. Don't you trust me anymore?

I trust you,

but the immigration police are coming down hard, lately.

Better safe than sorry.

The thing is, his sister cleans my house.

She got ill and asked me to find him.

Sister?

He's far away.

He's caught up in illegal stuff. Really dangerous.

Still need to know?

Yes.

OK.

KILL

You think I'll spare you

just because you're with Sara, right, you sick bastard?

I want it to be painful.

Really painful.

Was he really The Cat? How do you know?

It was a huge cat, like a live stuffed animal.

Weren't you scared shitless?

-Jonás! -What? Yes or no, mom?

-It's odd, but no. -No?

-No. -Why?

I don't know, I got the feeling that the person in that outfit

wouldn't hurt me.

I felt trust for him.

Honestly, I've never felt that, even with your grandfather.

Well, Pascual has his hang-ups, doesn't he?

Wait, who cares? It doesn't matter,

You saw The Cat! The Cat, mom!

He doesn't kill just for the sake of it,

not just anyone, and you're proof of that.

I can't believe it.

¡Oh, my God!

It's true.

Your cat!

The cat. Can't believe it.

Can I help you?

Yes, yes...

I'm looking for a plant that's good with shade,

small, and doesn't need much watering,

from a forgetful old man like me.

We have lots. I'll show you.

Are you Pascual?

Pascual... León?

Yes, I'm Pascual.

I'm Lucas Pérez.

From Asunción de la Sal.

Lucas?

Lucas!

Hey buddy!

Come on inside.

Can I get you a pulque?

-That will hit the spot! -Let's go.

Attention, everyone, we're reaching the extraction point.

Nobody shoot. I repeat. Nobody shoot.

Don't let them get away!

Freeze! Don't move!

-Get down! -Get down, asshole! Hands up!

-Hands up! -Freeze!

Down, down, down!

Down!

You know what it's like.

You lose touch with people.

I haven't seen anyone from there in years.

Some of them are no longer around.

Did you hear about Martínez?

The truck driver.

No, what happened?

They say a whore killed him...

Or the thrill of the act. Who knows?

What a bummer!

He wasn't that old, was he?

Yeah.

But...

A few have been killed...

by that mad man dressed up as a cat.

Yes.

I've seen that bastard on the news.

I saw Olmo the other day.

He was real sad.

He was trying to catch the bastard.

You know, he's always watching over us.

Our guardian Ángel.

Do you see him often?

Yeah.

Olmo got rich,

but he's the same old bastard as always.

We get together to play poker

the first Tuesday of every month.

Poker?

No high stakes, don't get me wrong.

Olmo would feel rotten

if he cleaned us all out. Imagine that!

We've been waiting for you since yesterday.

Sorry, but something came up. But, I'm here now.

Ask away.

Why am I here?

Tell me about your brother.

Genaro?

Genaro's still in El Salvador.

He's never wanted to leave.

Ángel. Your brother Ángel, Miguel.

It is a pact of silence that we all have here

but now that Uriel's dead, I think we can tell the truth.

What's the truth, Mateo?

Ángel?

He died a long time ago.

I know, but did he tell you anything before he died?

We often spoke.

He no longer wanted to cross over to the States

and I would try to convince him.

At that time, Uriel was smitten with a girl from the village

but she blew him off, and he couldn't figure out why.

Turns out the girl had been raped by Ángel,

the Central American.

Not once, but a bunch of times,

and the girl wasn't all there after that.

I asked a few people there

and someone said to me: "your brother...

abused a "cipotita".

"Cipotita"?

A young girl.

I stopped digging because...

They threatened me.

"Don't stir things up", they said.

"People are still angry. You'd better go".

I left.

I always found it odd...

That nobody managed to get out of such a tiny house.

We also find it odd.

What else?

Uriel went nuts and one night,

he used a steel chain to lock the door of the house

so nobody could open it from inside.

He grabbed a torch...

Die, damned rapist!

And he set the roof on fire.

Did he do all that on his own?

He did.

People saw the flames and we ran there,

we worked together to put out the flames,

but we couldn't.

Uriel was shouting: "Rapist!"

Ángel is a rapist!

"Ángel is a rapist!"

People believed him.

Some even threw stones at the house.

They had a right to be angry, didn't they?

Do you think your brother did it?

Not sober.

But if he was hammered...

The booze turned him into a different person.

So, who knows?

Did he say anything about the girl?

No.

No, never.

What about the villagers?

Who knows who she was?

Uriel took her name to his grave.

Then one of them got the idea

that we should all say it was a short circuit,

to stay out of trouble.

I was told there was a short-circuit in his house.

He died, along with his wife and my nephews...

Ángel had it coming.

-Do you think so? -I mean...

Not his wife and his children. That's plain wrong.

That's why Uriel lost his mind.

And took his own life.

-Whoa! Whoa! -No, no, no.

I'm not young anymore.

You're looking pretty damn good, man.

I remember very well how you could hold your booze.

You can drink anyone under the table!

Because there wasn't much to do in Asunción de la Sal.

The evenings were long...

But, hey.

You need to find a way to keep yourself busy.

I tell you,

women from Asunción de La Sal are the most beautiful.

The guys from San Martín,

from San Lucas,

and from Acahuatlán,

all those stupid would give anything

to have one of our women.

Just one!

It's late.

I should be on my way.

-Wait. -It was nice to catch up.

What about your plant?

I forgot about my plant.

No more pulque for Pascual!

How much do I owe you?

What do you mean?

It's on me.

Thanks.

Pascual.

My case.

I'm telling you my memory...

Is starting to fail me.

And this one's on me!

What are you... Wait, Pascual! No!

SAVE ME, JIMENA.

They're ready.

I think I know what's going on.

Do you know who sent these messages?

No.

The girl, Zampayo.

She must be thirty now. Find her and we solve the case.

Hmm.

I can't be late today. They gave me an ultimatum.

I can't, Jonás. Don't you understand?

Why not? We're a couple, aren't we?

A couple? Who said that?

We're dating, aren't we?

We have a good time, but that's all, OK?

Is it because of Beto?

What about Beto?

Are you sleeping with him again?

I knew you two were still screwing.

Do you only get horny if it's the three of us?

Got a problem with that? Would you join in?

We're here.

Jealous and stuck-up? What a load of crap, Jonás.

We're here.

What's up?

-Ready to roll? -Let's do it.

What's up?

They're all "Killer Cat" fans.

-Yeah, dude. -Right.

What have we got here?

We believe the murders had something to do

with the rape of a local girl fifteen years ago,

but we don't know who she is.

If anyone has any information

or knows anything, please come forward.

No fear, ladies.

You can count on me.

Tell me.

What do you want to know?

If you know of any woman raped.

I know of many. Don't you?

Didn't you know?

I fully understand

that all of you have suffered some kind of male violence,

but I'm looking for a specific victim,

who was raped not once, but several times.

Please.

I'd kill myself if that happened to me.

What did you say, ma'am?

I'd take my own life, rather than live with that.

Pascual.

He always said that when he died,

we should give him a big send-off.

With lots of food.

He was my best friend, my brother.

They took him from me!

Olmo, I hope you find some comfort soon.

Yes, Pascual.

I'm going to find him.

I'm going to find that piece of shit...

And I'm going to kill him.

I'm going to kill him.