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Talk to Carmelo.

Who is he, Ana?

The one who had Rebeca locked up all that time.

Rebeca committed suicide in 2006.

Angel's lynching was in 2004.

Here's The Cat's motive.

Take a look.

There are names, addresses and file numbers for every case.

Look, I know it's dangerous

but somebody's gotta tell the truth.

You...

are... mine.

Where are we going?

Being on time

is a matter of courtesy.

I have what you've been looking for.

Come.

BEFORE I FORGET

Alright...

What's your relationship with the people you killed?

What people?

Either you tell me, or I'll ask your daughter.

They were acquaintances.

Why did you kill them?

Because I wasn't going to let those bastards

die peacefully in their beds,

surrounded by their loved ones.

Just like that?

Were they that evil, little cat?

What's your relation to Asunción de la Sal?

I moved to Asunción over 30 years ago.

With my family in mind.

From the outside,

it seemed like a good place to raise a family.

I had dear friends there.

Or...

so I thought.

My job was simple:

To pick up files every three days at the police station,

and hand over other files.

One day, an elderly lady walked in...

She just rambled on

about a granddaughter who wanted to take her own life

and was looking for answers.

She couldn't read.

I sent her home, but she left me a notebook.

What was in the notebook?

It belonged to a young girl...

Rebeca Marín.

She had moved in with her grandmother.

M. AND R., IN LOVE

The first entries were...

what you'd expect from any girl her age,

but then...

Things became...

darker.

Rebeca wrote about being raped over and over...

by a group of men.

I'M SCARED

It happened...

when she was...

13 years old.

-By the Salvadoran, right? -No.

That man never laid a finger on her.

-But he was lynched. -Because he knew.

Like so many others in Asunción,

he knew about that girl's plight.

Teachers, shop owners, clerks and...

an endless list of bastards.

She was raped repeatedly

for two years.

Until she...

she couldn't take it any more and killed herself.

I didn't do anything.

Nobody's blaming you, Carmelo.

I mean...

Rebeca Marín's suicide.

Are you blaming him, Guerra?

-No. -Nor for being...

the pimp of a minor.

How did you slip through the cracks for so long?

Who's protecting you, Carmelo?

Do you know who told us you were pimping her?

Your pals.

Bastards, right?

Can you cook?

No.

A...

A girl helps me with that.

What's all this food?

Don't tell me you eat this much.

I give it to orphan girls.

Do you know what happens to child rapists in the can?

LUPE AND JUAN

DIE

ENOUGH I HATE THEM

I WANT THEM ALL TO DIE

LET THEM ALL DIE

Ma!

Mom!

It's closed!

OK, Jimena. Don't get so worked up.

Finish putting your things in, I'm almost done.

Weren't you leaving tomorrow?

Mom said no.

I was going to tell you, but she wouldn't let me out.

Hey.

Come.

Look.

Do you think he'll like it?

It's beautiful.

Wanna meet him?

He's waiting for me.

We're...

leaving soon.

Please. It'll be quick.

Come on, Jime.

Come see how handsome he is.

You didn't show it to anyone?

I could have shown it to Duarte.

But I soon found out he took part in it, too.

Besides, he was friends with many of them.

Why would I get into trouble?

To end up like the Salvadoran?

I kept the diary,

and sent my daughter as far away as possible.

Then you started planning how to avenge that girl.

Yes, but I was too cowardly to see it through

at that time.

Every time I tried...

I failed miserably.

What changed?

The prospect of oblivion came to me.

Of killing and not remembering.

I have Alzheimer's.

OK.

Let's see...

Let me get this straight.

With all the child abuse

and prostitution cases in this country,

you chose to avenge this particular case,

-and became a serial killer? -Yes.

Because all those cases are in the archives.

In fact, I filed many of them myself.

But Rebeca's case...

I found out about it, I knew it.

It's been here, in my head, all along.

No matter how many years go by,

I can't get what I read in that diary out of my head.

I had seen her, walking around Asunción.

Going to school.

I couldn't turn a blind eye.

Justice had to be served.

I thought of my daughter and all those bastards on the loose.

And Olmo Bonete?

Where does he fit into this?

That sick bastard...

was the first to abuse her.

Ever since he came to Asunción, he...

was always a weird boy.

He always felt indebted to those who helped him.

One day he spotted Rebeca on her own...

and decided she was going to be his present.

His token of appreciation to all of us.

Did he offer her to you?

Olmo's sick, but he's not dumb.

He knew I would never accept such a thing.

Give me one day.

Just one more day.

I'll finish off Olmo,

and I promise, I'll turn myself in.

Do you have kids?

What is it to you?

So, you do.

Then, think of them.

Imagine one of them going through

Rebeca's suffering.

What would you do?

-What are you doing? -Thinking of my son.

Olmo, I've got news for you. Call me as soon as you can.

I knew her boyfriend.

He promised her he'd marry her

and she believed him.

That's how he got her to sleep with him.

Who was the boyfriend?

Mateo Ramos.

What else?

He offered her to others.

He told her that if she didn't obey him,

he would tell everyone that she had slept with him.

They paid me to keep an eye on her.

I really needed it, and...

He'd always told me Rebeca enjoyed it.

I thought it was true.

Until she took her life.

You thought she enjoyed it?

Or did you just turn a blind eye?

I thought...

-Son of a... -Jimena.

OK, Carmelo...

Who are the girls you're feeding?

They're a fresh delivery.

I don't hurt them! I give them the best food!

Zampayo.

Where are the girls, asshole?

Who has them?

Olmo.

Olmo has them all.

He gifts them to his associates.

Zampayo, we have to rescue them.

OK, Guerra.

But let's do it right.

With a judge's order.

It's the only way we can catch that bastard.

Get up.

Get up.

Who are you?

Who are you?

-Quiet! I won't fall for that. -Where are we going? Help!

I'm being kidnapped!

Quit the drama.

Nobody can hear you.

Don't play dumb, walk.

Who are you?

I don't want to. Where are you taking me?

-I don't want... -Get in!

Where are you taking me?

-Let me out! -Shut up!

Asshole.

Now what, Guerra?

Carmelo Flores came clean.

He has some girls locked up in shacks.

Girls that Olmo is trafficking.

Olmo Bonete?

The businessman?

Don't be silly, Jimena.

Olmo...

has been accused of some shady deals,

but trafficking girls?

What are you talking about?

I need a search warrant.

Tell me...

Is your witness reliable? Has he signed a statement?

Not yet, but I need to rescue them, OK?

We need to build a solid case first.

Imagine we ask for that warrant and find nothing...

it will backfire on us, you get me, Jimena?

What the hell, Garduño?

What the hell, Jimena?

Don't talk to me like that.

Remember, I'm your boss now.

Then behave like one.

We need to catch that sick bastard.

Olmo Bonete's a big shot.

If we go after him without solid evidence,

goodbye, CODIP!

I'm not going to make the same mistakes

as Tolsa by listening to you.

Yes?

Trafficking girls, Bonete?

Seriously?

I wouldn't call it that.

I invest in them and in return...

they are courteous to some friends.

Well, you'll have to move them

'cause Jimena knows where they are.

Move them yourself, Garduño.

Why am I keeping your son alive?

No, Bonete.

I won't get my hands dirty, not with girls.

Besides, I have The Cat for you.

Really? The original?

Or is it a copycat, like the last time?

He's the real deal, man,

and you won't believe your eyes, got it?

Well, well,

my day's coming together little by little.

Tell Mateo to take care of our lady friends.

And bring The Cat to my place.

Let's see if he has nine lives.

Zampayo, wait a minute, OK?

Hi, Jimena.

Got him!

The Cat?

No, the person who caused Rebeca's suicide.

Well, the people.

Olmo Bonete and Mateo Ramos.

What?

How did you find out?

Tell you later.

I'm going to rescue some girls

who are being held in shacks.

I'll go with you. Send me the location.

This is not a press conference, Pira.

It's dangerous.

I know. I've been investigating this for a long time

and I know it's a child trafficking network

and a lot of businessmen are involved,

but I never imagined Olmo Bonete

would be part of it.

Wait. Are you saying there are more?

Higher up?

Yes, much higher up. You wouldn't believe it.

How high?

I'll tell you when I see you. Send me the address.

Kilometer 35.

On the way to Nájera.

See you there.

Pira...

be really careful.

Listen.

I love you.

See you there.

Look who's here.

The last person I expected

was you.

You came to the right place.

Francisco Pira!

And your cameras?

Didn't bring them with you?

This is where we punished those who didn't meet their quota.

The first shack was the favorite for many.

Lots of good times there.

In the second one...

we debuted the new girls.

I'm Mateo, the manager.

Shame you missed them!

They're gorgeous!

But, well, that's that.

I was told to clear this up before everyone stormed in.

Know what else they tasked me with?

Well, well, well.

Who's' our Puddy Tat?

What the hell's this, Garduño?

Here's your Cat.

Pascual?

Oh, don't bullshit me!

This guy wouldn't hurt a fly.

The DNA proves it. It's him.

Pascual.

Where am I?

Look at him.

Playing dumb for a while.

Says he has Alzheimer's.

Damned Pascual.

Alzheimer's!

That was a stretch, man!

Olmo!

Olmo, my boy!

Why am I tied up?

I've done my part.

I got you The Cat.

But don't count on me for that business you got

with the girls in those shacks, you bastard!

I won't cross that line,

especially now that I'm head of CODIP.

What girls? What shacks?

More over, what CODIP?

That's over!

Yeah, whatever you say Olmo.

Take it easy, Garduño.

You and your son will be together in no time.

Take him away.

Calm down.

Garduño was The Cat.

Your dad was his next victim,

but I protected him.

Family comes first,

right?

Wanna give him a hug?

Go on!

Dad!

Dad!

Sara? Sarita?

Sarita, my child.

What are you doing here?

What did you do to him?

Save his life, sweetheart.

Save his life.

Sarita.

No! No! No! No!

-No! -We have a Z1.

Sending you the location.

No!

SOME DAYS LATER

How did you sleep, "Pascualito"?

Who are you?

Don't you remember me, sweetie?

Oh, Pascual!

Always joking! That's why I like you so much.

Did I die?

Oh, no.

If heaven is like this damned hospital,

what would hell be like?

A psychiatric hospital?

But I'm not crazy!

Get off!

I want to get out of here!

Sure.

Just like every day, Pascualito.

Time for your oblivion pill.

Let's see.

What's your name?

I have no name...

OK, Mr. No Name.

I have no name.

OK.

"I have no name".

Open your mouth.

That's it.

Nighty night.

I'll be right back.

Garduño tipped them off.

Well, Diego's no angel.

But messing with Olmo? That's out of his league.

Let me go.

I haven't done anything.

You can't prove anything.

He's right.

We don't even know who those girls are.

We can't hold him forever without evidence.

Are you listening?

Look, Jimena...

I understand your anger.

What happened to that girl is not fair,

but there's no such thing as fair.

We're cops.

All we need is evidence.

-Where are you going? -To talk to that bastard!

Guerra!

Sir, a policewoman wants to see you.

Show her to my office.

I thought you were coming to tell me

that you'd caught The Cat.

-Not to insult me! -Answer me.

Who did you have kill him?

Look, I don't like that tone.

It's not my fault that...

What did you say that guy's name was?

Francisco Pira.

It's not my fault Pachito went into an abandoned house,

in a dangerous area.

I would've expected more common sense from an experienced pro.

The Cat had second thoughts about killing you... I won't.

Is that an official threat,

or are you just talking off the record?

This'll be the end of you.

I'll find those girls.

Well.

Thanks for your visit, officer.

I hope my statements will be of some use to you,

or to whomever replaces you.

Because I think you're on your way out.

Right?

Please.

YOU'RE NEXT, JIMENA GUERRA

I told you to be careful, you fool.

I don't think The Cat did it.

He's never threatened me.

He must have found out who it was.

Guerra.

Zampayo.

Look what we've come to.

You're off the case.

-Both of you. -What?

I'll let you know what your next post will be.

This is a set-up, man.

No, no, no.

-Enough! Enough! -I quit. I quit.

Guerra!

As of now,

I'm personally taking over this case.

I should have done it long ago.

I thought things at CODIP would be different.

I guess not. The system is compromised.

If you don't like it, nobody's forcing you to stay.

But there's no going back, OK?

You're right.

Going back means selling myself out,

like all of you.

Guerra!

Olmo's pampering us,

now that we're living at his place, dad.

Isn't he, Jonás?

He even wants to take us to Europe.

Things are going really well with him.

Dad?

Olga...

Is this normal? He looks drugged.

It's the medication.

It makes them drowsy at first.

That part wears off in time.

Couldn't you give him something lighter?

Well... it's what the doctor prescribed.

I'll fetch the stew.

LOS CEREZOS PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL

What do you want, dad? Water?

Need to go to the toilet?

-Bathroom? Yes? -Bathroom? I'll take you.

Listen up, son, we don't have much time.

Hey.

That's pretty freaking cool.

Shall I call a nurse, do you feel...?

Listen to me.

The keys for apartment 1 are on the desk in my room.

You'll find all the answers to all your questions there.

I need you to get a few things ready

and I need you to write a message.

I trust you, Jonás.

You and I are more alike than you think, my boy.

Yes?

15 DR. QUERA STREET

Oh, Pascualito.

What's wrong?

The cat!

At the end of the hall!

What cat? Calm down, Martita.

The one that kills people.

The one on the news!

The Killer Cat?

Not one, two!

Two?

Be right there, Martita.

PUBLIC SAFETY SPDDF

KILL

I MADE A NEW FRIEND TODAY, JIMENA GUERRA.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIMENA.

I MISS JIMENA. WE HAD SO MUCH FUN.

I TRUST JIMENA GUERRA. SHE UNDERSTANDS ME.

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE

WITH OLMO...

Wait for me.

-Hi. -Hi.

You took your time.

Sorry, Mateo, it won't happen again.

Someone's waiting, he wants to meet you.

Who?

He's like a brother to me and if you want to be with me,

you have to be with him.

But you're my boyfriend, not him.

Exactly. As your boyfriend and husband-to-be,

you need to do as I say.

Olmo.

You're very pretty.

This guy...

is like a brother.

And real handsome, too.

Go away!

Hey, wait. Don't be afraid.

You're very pretty, too.

Shall we go for a walk?

Where were you, Jimena? Look at the time!

What's wrong?

What's wrong, Jimena?

What's wrong?

Calm down.

Everything's fine.

Just fine.

Let's get out of here.

Go on.

Careful.

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. I WANT THEM ALL TO DIE.

SAVE ME, JIMENA!

No!

Hello?

What?

What do you mean he escaped?

Couldn't you hire a decent security service?

Damn it!

You'd better find him,

or your stupid madhouse won't see another penny from me!

What's wrong?

Are you going to interrogate me again?

Dad?

The best thing about losing my memory...

is not being held responsible for anything.

Don't be a fool, Pascual.

My guards will crumble you to pieces.

I don't think so.

They're peacefully sleeping.

What's going on?

Do you know why I sent you to that boarding school

that you hated so much?

To make sure this sick bastard and his friends...

never laid a finger on you.

But I acted late this time.

That's not true, my love.

Your dad's ill. He doesn't even know who he is.

I do know.

I'm a Cat.

You see?

-He's delusional. -No.

My grandpa is a Cat.

And he's come for you.

Asshole!

Alright.

Go straight to the airport,

and take the first flight to Florida.

And please, don't come back.

We can't leave you alone with that psycho.

Don't worry.

I still have a lot of things to work out with Olmo.

Go on.

Thanks, dad.

Take care, my child.

I'll take that.

Will you come to visit, grandpa?

I love you, grandpa.

Let's go.

Here he is.

He's all yours.

I seek justice, not revenge.

Sometimes one comes from the other.

Shouldn't there be justice for Rebeca?

Or for you, Jimena?

I wondered for years what had become of you.

If you'd suffered the same fate as that young girl.

Until I saw you on TV,

in your uniform.

And I said to myself,

"Make her remember".

That's why I left you clues.

But when it was Olmo's turn,

I thought...

"Better if she takes care of him".

I'll ask my colleague to come and arrest him.

No! For what?

He'd be out in a few weeks.

You and I know how this works, Jimena.

Kill him.

Now will you confess, asshole?

You're not a murderer, Jimena.

You're a cop.

Not anymore.

Where are the girls, asshole?

I know nothing about that.

Mateo...

he has a soft spot for young girls.

He killed your boyfriend

when he found out.

Don't play dumb.

You did to them, what you did to me.

So, you still remember?

Well, yes.

It was unforgettable for me too.

Where are the girls, asshole?

I gave them away.

They were a little used.

Not everyone can perform like Rebeca...

or have sex as well as you.

Do it.

Or I will.

I know who you are, Jimena.

Put the gun down.

You couldn't even pull the trigger.

If you don't shoot him,

he'll go on abusing other girls.

ONE YEAR LATER

Hello.

You got here early, child.

Yeah, there was no traffic.

Are you answering your mom's calls?

You'll have to, sooner or later.

Have mercy on me.

I thought I'd gotten rid of her for good

and now she calls every week asking about you!

No need to look back, Eusebio.

How's he doing?

I guess he's fine.

He barely talks.

He spends all his time knitting

and writing in his notebooks.

I'll go and say hello.

Hello, Pascual.

How are you?

I brought the newspaper.

20 DAYS WITHOUT TRACE OF LUCIA, MISSING AFTER GOING TO A PARTY

Goodbye, Pascual.

20 DAYS WITHOUT TRACE OF LUCIA

MISSING AFTER GOING TO A PARTY IN TLÁHUAC

APPREHENDED

CHILDREN, VICTIMS OF 6 CRIMES A DAY

ELENA TREJO, 8, ABUSED BY HER BROTHER, 25

MISSING DIANA MARÍA QUER LÓPEZ-PINEL

MOTHERS MOURN INGRID TOGETHER

YET AGAIN: 0 FOR 3; "EL LUNARES" ARRESTED