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Who is it?

Don't fuck around, Díaz. It's 4 a.m., dumbass.

What?

Don't move. I'm coming.

What's up? Where are you going, Gerardo?

Wait right here.

Detective.

Díaz.

Have you spoken with anyone else about this?

No, Detective.

I thought you'd wanna see this right away.

Tell me what happened.

I was off already, on my way home.

And this farmer here stopped me,

out of nowhere, really, and scared me.

Did he speak to anyone else?

No. I told him that we'd take care of it.

Great.

I found her just like the others.

Undressed. Tied up.

With marks on her neck.

As if The fucking Undresser somehow came back from the dead.

Nah. Some sicko saw him on TV and wanted to imitate him.

Yeah. Wouldn't be the first time.

What kind of maniac would wanna copycat The Undresser?

Did you touch the body to see if she was alive?

Alive? No way, man.

She's deader than a doornail.

- -

Díaz! Get me an ambulance right now!

Honey.

What's going on? What time is it?

It's still pretty early.

Are you going to keep sleeping here?

María, I don't wanna talk now, please. I'm very tired.

I'm very tired, and I need to get more sleep.

Well, I have insomnia. Okay.

I went to the funeral for Paola Machado.

Who's Paola Machado?

The Undresser's most recent victim.

Why'd you go?

No idea.

We met her sister at the station, and I spoke with her.

The ceremony was at Pantheón Dolores,

just like Natalia's was.

Recently I've been thinking about her.

On the job, it's as if she were the reason for every decision that I make.

It seems almost like...

Sweetheart?

Jessica, good morning.

What do you want?

Pardon, but I just went to the restaurant, and your boss told me where to find you.

I just need a few minutes. May I come in?

Why even show your face?

Why'd you go to the funeral?

Because I understand the pain that you're going through.

Hey, where are you taking her? Excuse me. Who are you?

Detective Herrera. I'm in charge of this case.

Is this the girl that was strangled with a rope?

But it wasn't with a rope. They used their hands.

Doctor, tell me something. How in the world did she live?

There's a tumor in her neck that could have hidden her pulse.

He likely checked it, felt nothing, and believed she was dead.

Will she make it?

We'll know in a couple of hours when she's out of surgery.

Do we know who she is?

Alma Álvarez. Her friend identified her.

Her friend? What friend? Is the friend here?

Yes, in the waiting room.

Let's go. Thank you, Doctor.

We're gonna talk to her when she wakes up.

Detective. Lucas Otero from The Independent.

Where's Nacho?

They sent him to Congress. Now I'm on the police beat.

Ah, it's good to know.

I received a report of a woman

who was found in a drainage ditch by the highway.

Don't know if you could tell me about her?

No, not yet.

But I heard that you were both there.

Not sure if she's here in the hospital. Let's see.

Lucas, yeah? Yeah.

Man, I don't know where you're finding your information.

If there's any important detail we can tell you, we'll be in touch with you.

Don't let him through, Vaca.

Was there anyone who could have or would want to hurt her?

Want to hurt her? No, no way.

How long have you known her?

Well, since she began working at the shoe store.

She's been in the city about a year.

She's from San José del Pacífico. It didn't treat her the best.

In other words, she's on the run? No.

Well, she never told me.

Maybe it's just that life wasn't great.

Do you know any of her relatives? Friends? Boyfriend? Partner?

She didn't want any of that.

Well, there was one guy. A guy?

Yes, one guy who constantly made passes. But she always ignored him.

Frequently visited the shoe store.

Remember any details? Describe him.

He had a brown beard. Mm-hmm?

What else?

Appearance-wise that's not enough. Thousands of people have beards.

Was he tall, short, fat, or--

Well, kind of tall and maybe strong. Uh-huh. What else?

-And rich. -Rich? Describe rich.

-Rich. You know, well-dressed. - Mmm.

Mm-hmm. And--

And he cleaned up well, for example.

And I told Alma to go out with him.

Do you remember the guy's name?

Are you sure? You don't recall his name?

It's a fundamental point required to help your friend. Do you understand me?

Would you recognize him if I showed you a photo?

Look, any information would be very helpful.

If there's any information that you think might be useful,

don't hesitate to contact Agent Díaz.

I already told the police everything I know.

And I have to finish packing, or they'll charge me another month.

I just need your help so I can identify the car

that you saw in the alley that night.

Why?

They already caught Tito Flores.

And he's smoldering in the grave as he should.

Tito Flores couldn't drive.

What are you saying?

Look, I don't wanna jump to conclusions yet, but...

there's a possibility that Tito Flores wasn't The Undresser.

So you all grabbed the wrong man.

We're analyzing all possibilities.

Would you help me?

Will you have a look?

Hmm?

At the cemetery, I saw a car with a white roof.

I froze and couldn't see the plate very well, but-- look.

I cut these out to see if it's the same type of car you saw that night.

Captain. Captain, I went to see Jessica.

I showed her all these cars, and she chose this one,

which is the same make and model that I saw at the funeral.

It's this one, with the round lights on the sides.

Why are you still talking about this?

Because both of us saw the same car.

I thought it was dark red and that she saw a brown vehicle.

But she probably saw it poorly since it was night.

How many cars with a white roof do you think there are in this city?

Thousands.

You know what I call this?

A fucking coincidence.

But if the owners of this very model had a criminal record,

wouldn't that say something? No!

By the way, you were late this morning.

That's your job now.

Do your fucking job, María.

Or I'm the man who'll be firing you.

Go file with Chela for the rest of your shift, plus three extra hours.

And answer the phones while you're at it.

Ah!

Take your clippings with you.

Excuse me, sir. Mr. Cabos is going to make an announcement.

Your attention, please.

Please gather in the main hall.

I have an important announcement to make.

Well, I wanna tell you

that for the first time in the 27 years

since I started this business,

I'm finally ready to appoint a partner who will help me to manage it.

Somebody who shares my vision of the future.

Somebody who has the talent,

the drive,

and the necessary leadership,

built to push us farther than I possibly could have gone all alone.

I'm going to ask you all to join me in congratulating...

Miguel Ballasto.

Me? Uh-- Uh-- Uh, really?

We can do this. We'll build this company together.

And I'm glad you're on our team. Thank you.

Thank you all very much. I didn't expect this privilege.

-I-- I won't let you down. -All right. Congratulations.

I can't believe it. What an honor.

Uh, Alex, I had no idea. Hey--

Thank you. Congratulations.

I couldn't have done it without you.

-Happy for you. Happy for you. -Thank you. Thank you.

How we doing? Well done.

Congratulations.

Mr. Cabos just finished announcing that Miguel got the promotion.

I'm so sorry, but--

I mean, I never thought--

That wasn't my intention.

I told you what would happen.

But there's nothing that can be done here?

There has to be a solution, right? Maybe you can talk to him.

What should I do?

Stop by and see Mr. Cabos, and kneel on the ground,

and beg him to go ahead and reconsider,

as I'm a much better architect than Miguel,

and I deserve the promotion instead of him?

Is that what I should do?

He just got done announcing it. Just now in front of everyone here.

Motherfucker just said it.

I don't know what to say, honey.

No need to say anything. You've already said enough.

I'm calling because there will be a party tonight celebrating Miguel's promotion.

Well, I need you to be there with me for the party.

It's tonight? It's just that I work-- Work again, María?

Work again, María?

I have to stay at work until late tonight filing papers.

Some other day or time will have to do.

File your papers another time, but tonight you have to be here with me.

I know how important this is to you.

And I want to go. But I have--

You could at least make a little effort, right?

We're in this situation because of you, María.

Party's at seven.

I-- It's fine. Please.

I'll see what I can do.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Vitse.

Surprise.

Hello. Hi there.

I'm here for a few days.

The hotel never seems as good without you.

Hmm.

But that's not why I came.

I'm here to ask if you're doing anything tonight.

I have things to do.

This evening.

Trying to save your marriage, I suppose. Is that it?

You can find me in the boardroom with that imbecile they left in charge.

It's good to see you.

The Pilarica. Mm-hmm.

You thought I'd go somewhere else?

Thank you for coming.

And Clara? She's working?

Doesn't work.

Oh, she's more domesticated. Is that it?

Hmm? Mm-hmm.

She volunteers at a children's hospital.

Mmm.

How about a stroll? Mm-hmm.

The police are pushing me away.

Tell me who, and I'll make sure they know who they're messing with.

Last night, they found a woman abandoned in a drainage ditch.

Was she dead?

Intensive care.

I tell you, the detectives didn't wanna tell me absolutely anything,

but I found a nurse yesterday who confirmed the woman was there.

It seems she was strangled.

And listen to this.

The woman was found in her underwear.

It must be the fucking Undresser.

It's The Undresser. Not necessarily.

Yes, necessarily. No.

What do you mean, no? Because it might have been a copycat.

The idea is that when a killer like this captures all the media attention,

plenty of degenerates begin doing the exact same horrible thing.

It's happened since Jack the Ripper's days.

No, no, no, no. We all fucking told them.

We told them, and they didn't listen to us.

I know, I know, I know. We just can't assume it.

We are not making assumptions.

The police are, ever since they arrested Tito.

Who'd you speak to? Detective Herrera.

We need to see that file.

And Gabina is the only one who can get it.

Hello. Sofi.

I need the Alma Álvarez rope analysis.

Soon as possible, please.

Thank you.

How's the brother who brought safety back to our city streets?

Fine.

I'm busy, okay?

You look tired.

You know what happens when you're not sleeping.

That's not your problem.

Hey, that's not fair.

If you came here in pursuit of fair, you're in the wrong place.

I think you should talk to someone.

Well, we'll stop discussing your health.

Tell me about your cases, like before.

Before what?

Before you started gossiping?

Because everything that happens and everything you pry into

ends up told to your little friends, right?

Gabina, what are you?

You a Herrera or a cop?

She woke up.

Think about the question.

Get out of my office.

Good work, Gabina. Let's see what we have here.

Alma Álvarez. See how it all fits?

She was strangled, found in her underwear.

Rope tied around her hands and ankles.

The lab report on the rope is already requested,

and if the results look like the ones before--

then there's no doubt.

The Undresser's still alive.

Sofía would be doing that analysis.

How good of a friend is Sofía? She might end up in trouble.

I don't know how good a friend she is,

but she's the only one who has access to the information.

My brother thinks it's someone who wants to imitate The Undresser.

-No way. - Lucas thinks the same thing.

Apparently it's what happens when serial killers get super famous.

Got stuck.

I can fix it.

-Go ahead. Go ahead. -Be careful with the originals.

We have to put it all back the way it was.

We know that Tito didn't murder anyone.

So why would there be a copycat?

I'm only saying that it's a possibility.

It's not just my brother. Lucas says so too.

Exactly. It's happening since Jack the Ripper.

What? That's what they say.

Here's something.

They spoke with a Bertha Coura, who worked with Alma.

She stated that there was a man who visited her in the store.

So, how many times has he stopped by here?

Not many. Last time he left really bothered.

Why?

Well, it was obvious he didn't like being told "no".

I saw him grab her arm with some violence.

You think it was him?

Sorry. I've-- I've been crying a lot.

No, no, don't apologize to us. None of this is your fault. Hmm?

- Would you like a cup of water? -Yes, please.

Alma's gonna be fine, right?

The doctors are doing their very best.

She was always such a very good friend to me.

What do you mean by "good friend"?

Maybe you could give an example?

Well, I have two children at home, and-- and when I had problems,

she subbed for me on my shift so I could go home.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Bertha, do you know if this man had a car like this one?

No, I never saw him in any car.

Would he have left his name on a piece of paper or receipt?

Paid with a check? No, he paid in cash.

Oh, wait. He gave me his business card for Alma.

Of course. I'll give it to her.

Let's see.

Based on the face she made when he walked up,

she certainly threw it in the trash.

Juan Domingo Callos Robles? Yes. Yeah, yeah.

May I look at your white pages? Sure.

We have to bring this information to Gerardo.

So it'll go the same for us as last time?

Well, what do we do? Call in an anonymous tip?

The vast majority of anonymous tips are fake.

They're not gonna follow up on it.

We have to do something.

You all agree that they'll never believe us, don't you?

But you know who they will believe? Bertha.

Bertha can call the station

and say that when the man came around to buy some shoes,

he left his business card for Alma.

Oh, I like it.

About time you liked one, baby doll.

Our lunch break is over. Are you going back to the station?

I'm going home to get ready. I have Alejandro's event.

Keep skipping and you're fired.

This is important for him.

And your job is important to you, María.

Call him and tell him you have to work.

It's my fault he didn't get the promotion.

So, then, you get fired from your job and it's his fault? Is that it?

How does that work? Then you're back to even?

No, you're not getting me. Oh, I'm not getting you?

No. No?

Obviously not.

'Cause it seems like you want to abandon everything you've worked for.

Head to your house, sit on your ass, and patiently wait.

Hmm?

You've been there all this time for that bastard.

He should be there for you.

Think about it, María.

I remember that he gave her a business card.

I dug it out from the trash.

Hello? Herrera.

Detective, I have the results.

Sofi, tell me what you found, please.

You won't like it. The rope was handmade.

It's the same synthetic fiber as before.

And braided, just like the others.

Okay, but how many types of rope could have been produced

with the same exact fiber?

In this case, just one.

Sofi, are you saying it's exactly the same rope we have,

that we found on the other victims' bodies?

What I'm telling you is that The Undresser is still out there.

I wanna see the report.

Of course. Thank you.

What do we do?

Here's some good news.

Bertha Coura, the drain ditch victim's friend, just made a statement.

We have the name of the bastard who's been harassing her friend.

Juan Domingo Callos Robles. Seven assault complaints.

One attempted rape. And the motherfucker always got off.

-Is this his address? -Mm-hmm.

Let's go. Let's get this son of a bitch.

Stop following me!

This is the last time I'll tell you!

If the permits were all unauthorized, it was all your fault!

- -You hear me?

- - Yours!

Do you even hear what you're saying?

That the police-- Yes, I know what I'm saying.

That the police hauled the wrong bastard in.

I need a favor. Lucas, look at me.

Tell me. Look at me.

I need you to go to Detective Herrera

and ask him to reopen the case. Do it for me.

You don't understand what they do to journalists

who mess with the police here in Mexico.

I don't understand? Uh-huh.

You don't understand being a woman out on the street

and being aware that this bastard is still free, do you?

Okay. I'll speak to him.

Lucas.

What is it?

I know you have a girlfriend.

That's okay with me. I respect it.

Look me in the eye and tell me you don't wanna see me anymore.

I have a girlfriend.

I don't wanna see you anymore.

Please.

Listen, gentlemen, we want him alive.

Because we'll fucking beat the information out of him.

If he resists, you know what to do. Yes, sir.

It's the police! Anyone in there?

What do you want?

López, cover me. Run. Come on. Let's go!

Whoa.

Are you okay?

Yes.

What the fuck were you thinking?

How could you-- How could you follow him by yourself?

No idea.

I d-- I don't know.

I-- I wasn't thinking.

You weren't thinking?

You get that he could have killed you, right?

Yes.

Yes. No. No.

I didn't wanna follow him, obviously.

I just wanted to know if he had a car with a white roof on it.

And then he left, and I saw him leave.

I don't know what came over me.

Promise me you'll never do something that stupid alone again.

Yeah, okay, fine.

Swear it, damn it.

I swear.

We better go.

Your car won't be ready till tomorrow.

But I have to get back to the station.

No. Not anymore.

When Ángeles found out, she said she'd cover for you

so you can go with Alejandro.

She did? Yeah.

It's ten minutes till seven.

Come on. Let's go.

She got into a dark-brown-colored car. Mm-hmm.

With a white roof. With a white roof.

You already told me. But you don't remember the make or anything else?

It was like this one. This one?

The same exact model? It was like this one.

Okay. They're bringing the suspect now.

Regarding the woman we found last night.

Is that him? Oh, my God. It's him.

-Calm down, ma'am. We'll see. -María told me that you'd catch him.

It was you, asshole!

Have you gone mental? Get away from me! Get away!

You bastard! Get her out of here! Get her out of here!

Hey! Hey. Calm down. Calm down, ma'am.

Calm down. Calm down. Hey!

He's the witness in a fraud case. Unrelated.

Vaca, bring me water. Okay.

Linden tea.

Are you okay?

We know you went to see her at the store at least four times.

You were harassing her, asshole.

The last time you went, you threatened her.

That's no crime, is it?

It isn't.

That's no crime.

But this is, motherfucker.

What's that got to do with me?

You tell me.

You think I did this?

Where the fuck were you back on Tuesday evening?

At my home in Cuernavaca with Ana Nuñez.

And who the fuck is Ana Nuñez?

-My fiancée. -Your fiancée?

Mm-hmm.

She know about Alma?

Nothing to know.

Tell me one thing, fucker.

Did you get your rocks off, seeing them all tied up?

I'm tired of this. I wanna go back home. Hmm?

You think you're so slick.

Because you think she's dead.

But let me tell you something, baby dick.

She survived.

She is alive.

And she'll identify you.

I'll watch you wither in a fucking jail.

Don't fuck with me.

She's not even dead.

But, you know, you're the asshole

who's gonna unravel.

I'm going to get you fired.

Good evening. Hello. Here.

Thanks. Not a single scratch, okay?

Give me a kiss. All right, then.

You look fantastic. Yeah?

Yeah.

Ooh.

You like that? I like it.

Thank you.

Why are you doing this?

He's still probably a son of a bitch, but if you think he might change,

that's good enough.

María! Come on.

María. Esme.

How nice to see you. Likewise.

Congratulations on Miguel.

Thank you, beautiful. The truth is that it was a surprise.

I swear, when he called me, I dropped the skillet from excitement.

I imagine so.

Miguel swore it was going to be Alejandro, really.

Ending up as his mentor's boss isn't something he imagined.

Oh, well.

I really like how you've done your hair. Very pretty.

Thank you. Have you seen Alejandro?

No. No. We got here on time, and I haven't seen him.

That's odd.

Hi.

Hello.

Do you need help?

No.

Does it bother you if I stay?

No.

Your brother is interrogating Juan Callos.

He is.

He doesn't seem to enjoy being wrong.

He also doesn't listen to others.

No.

You don't seem like him.

No, I suppose I'm not.

You're very honest.

That's pretty rare.

You're not honest?

Not as much as I'd like.

How tragic.

It's that...

I don't always say what I really mean.

What I'm really thinking.

And pretty soon I'm having problems.

I end up having problems because I say what I'm really thinking.

My grandmother says that not everyone wants to be aware

of what's happening in my head.

Knowing wouldn't bother me.

What do you think?

Let's see.

Oh, man. I love it. Mmm.

It's perfect. If we're going to a fair.

It's the only thing I have.

You can borrow something of mine.

I spoke with Ángeles. Mmm.

They're still interrogating the guy who attacked María.

You're worried that this guy might be The Undresser, right?

Why am I going to be worried about that?

'Cause it would mean that your brother isn't perfect.

Maybe now you'll tell me for real.

Where the fuck were you on Tuesday night?

Do you think that you can continue to question me about the same thing,

expecting a confession?

Motherfucker, you'll talk.

Get off me. Come out a minute.

What is it, Zano?

Come out a minute.

His alibi checks out.

Ana Nuñez confirmed they were in Cuernavaca from 6:00 p.m. onward.

Don't fuck around with me like that.

She's gotta be telling lies to cover for that motherfucker.

No, because they weren't alone.

His father was also there.

So what?

Who's his father?

None other than Judge Callos.

Mm-hmm.

I think you should release the guy.

Motherfucker!

What is it?

Detective. Lucas Otero. We met in the hospital.

Yeah, I know who you are. What do you want?

I have information that I would like to review with you.

The woman that I mentioned, the one you found in the drainage ditch,

she absolutely was in the hospital, true?

How about you tell me exactly what you want.

I have information that the victim was found with her hands and feet bound.

Uh-huh.

That sounds like The Undresser's still out there to me.

Listen, if you reveal that information now,

you would be obstructing an investigation in progress.

You get that, right? But people have the right to know.

This kind of story

could catapult your career. Am I wrong?

With all due respect, sir, you don't know me.

Listen, pal.

All due respect, you don't know me.

Is that clear?

Motherfucker!

Pardon. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hello. Hello. How are you?

Fine. You? Fine.

You okay? Everything's fine.

Do you remember me or not? Yes, of course I remember.

Yeah? Liar.

Hey, don't be like that.

Hi. Uh--

I'm having fun. Oh, yeah?

I don't wanna disturb you, but you-- Were you in a magazine, Gran Hogar?

Yeah? Yeah? Yeah.

I just now read the article, and, well, I recognized you.

It was a very interesting article.

I've never met anyone, uh-- anyone famous.

Like who?

Well, like you. Can I buy you a drink?

Thank you. But no, thank you.

Okay, then. Excuse me.

Good night.

Typical!

That wasn't very nice of you.

Rule number one.

Never accept a drink from the first guy who tries.

Why? Don't know.

Everyone has their rules, and that's one of mine.

Cheers. Cheers.

Mother. Is Alejandro there?

No, of course not. He's at the party.

Where are you?

At the party.

I've been here a while, and he's not here.

But he told me that you weren't going to go.

Well, it ended up working out, and I can't find him.

Oh, he's not there yet. So, then, he must be on his way.

Children!

Tell him I had to go work at the station. Hey, kids, enough.

María.

And you two are really police officers?

We're trying. What do you mean, "trying"?

Come on, more respect.

You guys are in front of Officer Gabina Herrera,

who is, without any doubt, the best police officer in this city.

And-- And how-- How do you put cuffs on someone?

You grab the individual,

you bend him, and-- No, no, don't explain it to me.

Instead, show me. Cuff me now.

Are you sure? Yeah, of course.

Move right there. Give me your hand. My hand?

There. Relax, and--

Calm down. That's how they play.

Be careful what you wish for, Dario.

All right, enough! You're good!

Wanna dance? Let's dance. Let's dance.

I'm going to the bathroom. Okay.

I'll be back.

Whoo!

Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Yes. No.

Do you want a little air? Let's go outside.

Yes. Yeah! Yeah, come on.

Feels good! It's very hot inside, right?

Yeah.

Hey, you're a good dancer.

No. Yeah.

Yeah, you dance real good.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Ah!

Hmm.

No. Mmm.

Calm down, all right? It's all good.

Hey, wait. Stop it.

Calm down. It's okay. It's okay. Okay.

Okay, wait. Hey, listen--

But-- Wait. No!

- It's not a problem. -No! No! No!

No!

What's your problem? What's wrong with you?

Hey. Leave her alone!

What, asshole?

What's wrong with you?

What happened?

What did you do to her, asshole? Nothing! Nothing, nothing!

She punched me. Man, what's the deal?

Are you okay? It's nothing.

Thank you. Shall we go?

Are you okay? Go fuck yourself, asshole.

But what happened? I didn't do anything! Let's go, man.

Stupid bitches.

It wasn't him. He had an alibi.

Impossible.

So we're right back to the very beginning.

Is your husband's event over?

Yes. In fact, it was much shorter than I thought it would be.

Thanks for covering for me.

That's what good friends do.

Ángeles, you're the best.

-Thank you. -

Do you want me to answer?

No. Get some rest. You've done too much already.

Bye, now.

This is the police. Good evening.

Yes. Tell me.

Uh-huh. Very good. Of course.

Hello. Well, hi. How are you?

Fine.

And you?

Fine. Better now.

This is the police. How may I help you?

I wanna talk to a police officer.

Go ahead. I'm listening.

You're police?

Shouldn't you be at home with your family?

Who are you?

They call me

The Undresser.

In the next episode...

It appears we were wrong about him.

What do you mean, "we"?

We know you're trustworthy.

I scraped the files we had on possible owners,

but only one name caught my attention.

Then we've missed something.

We'd like to announce that we have entered

into what we are calling phase two

of the investigation.