All language subtitles for 01) Women in Blue (2024).srt - eng(2)

INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS

I don't want your flowers.

I don't want your bottle.
And I don't want your sarape!

You're asking for it.

Asking for what?

To get fired. What else?

You should have seen his face
when La Doña slapped him.

Stop it with your nonsense, girl.

It's not nonsense, Doña Rosario.
It's acting.

Hey. Do you think I look like an actress?

Pull on the fabric, girl.

Give it a good pull.

Or Don Félix is going to let you have it.

These machines are worth
more than your fucking life.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Do I make you nervous, sweetheart?

It was me.

Very well.

Five hours overtime with no pay.
Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

MEXICO CITY, 1971

Good evening.

Hello?

Housekeeping.

The Tlalpan Undresser has struck again.

His most recent victim,
24-year-old Lucía Martínez.

She is the fourth victim,

and women all over the city,
scared to leave their homes,

demand that the police get
this killer off the streets...

- Why do they call him The Undresser?
- ...once and for all.

Because he takes off their clothes
after he kills them!

Stop scaring your brother.

I wasn't scared.

Let's go.

He's coming down.

One, two and...

Three!

Three dead sisters!

And they did nothing!

One more last night!

How many more have to die
to make a difference? How many?

If you don't disperse,
you're spending the night in jail.

Fuck it.

We've lived in prison since we were born.

Ready?

Go!

HISTORY OF SCIENCE

HOLY BIBLE CONCORDANCE

United women will never be defeated!

THE UNDRESSER

Good job, Curly.

Your little sister beat you.

Good job. Good, good.

Yeah. Attaboy. Take that.

What is this racket? Let's get to work.

Yes, sir.

Help your mom, honey.

Coming.

Good job, Curly.

Little sis!

Gabina.

- Come help me, honey.
- I'm coming.

Don't even try.

The stove is fried again.

We need to call the guy.

We need a new stove.

We don't have money for a new one.

You've been at your job for three years,
and you've never gotten a raise.

Why don't you ask for one?

Bravo!

- Thank you.
- Happy birthday, Dad.

I have to go.

- What? Are you leaving?
- Yes, I have a meeting.

Right now.

Have you seen my cufflinks?
Yes, the golden ones.

- You left them in the office last week.
- Have you seen them?

Can't you stay?

I can't. I have a meeting right now.
I'll see you at dinner.

I have to go to Acapulco,
just for a few days.

- What? Again?
- Yes, I have no choice.

The client needs me there,
and I am the architect. That's it.

- Bye.
- Happy birthday.

Who wants cake?

Your grandfather, may he rest in peace,

used to say that it's better
to be overworked than unemployed.

And he died from a heart attack
at 41 sitting at his desk.

Okay, but he always provided.

I don't know what to do, Mom.
He comes home late every night.

And with the hotel in Acapulco,
we don't even see him on the weekends.

I miss him.

Honey, don't play the victim.
It's not attractive.

The coffee is cold.

I'm not playing anything, Mom.

I just wish he would be more present.

If he works that much,
it's because he loves you.

You're here with the children every day.

And he's locked up
in the office all the time.

Plus, on his birthday.

Can you stay with the kids
when they come back from school?

Yes, sure.

I need to ask for a pay raise.

- We are back! With Paco Pacorro.
- No way. There's no pay raise here.

The kookiest of them all.

And we're back with you, lady, damsel,
and do we have a surprise for you!

We have a very special guest.

Today we are joined
by Don Emilio Escobedo.

Don Emilio was recently chosen
by the president himself

to occupy the position of
Mexico City's Chief of Police.

Let's give him a hand, please.

Fuck the police!

Hey, he just got here!

Pardon?

Yeah, fuck the police.

I hear you. Don't think I don't.

Don't think we do not deserve your anger.

But this isn't 1968 anymore.
This is 1971. A new decade.

A new presidency, a new police force.

And this isn't just talk.
No. I am here to prove it.

I'm here to tell you
that we have to think about the future.

We have to decide what we want to be.
An open-minded police.

A more inclusive police, right?

For sure, Chief. But how?

How do you achieve
a more open-minded and inclusive police?

We are going to open our doors

so that any woman who wants to
can join the Mexico City police force.

There you have it, ladies and gentlemen.

Police women. You heard it here.

But I'm sure many of the ladies
watching me right now, and you, of course,

are wondering,

"Why? Why now?"

Because there is a murderer
terrorizing Mexico City, Mr. President.

What the fuck does that have to do
with policewomen, Emilio?

Because this has grabbed
the media's attention.

Every article about this
means one less article about you.

Because a step this important
has not been taken

since women earned the right to vote.

And today--

Today is the day to take that step.

There you have it!

Let's give them something else
to talk about.

I don't like it.

Something like--

Women.

Something like women as heroes?

And not victims?

We'll recover
all the headlines back from The Undresser.

Which helps your presidency.

Meanwhile, we offer dignity
to women living in fear,

which helps the country.

I do like it.

I have to ask. Sorry, I have to say it.

With The Undresser on the loose,

aren't you afraid of
putting more women at risk,

even if they are carrying a badge?

Here's what you're going to say:

No.

We will provide them
with the necessary resources

to protect themselves while they provide
a valuable service to society.

Women with guns?

Better hope your wife
doesn't hear about this.

We're running out of time. Well, now--

Do you think the pay is better than here?

Yes, for sure.

Just look at all the advertising
they are doing.

We're running out of time.
But lady, damsel, miss, back home,

Chief Escobedo's question
remains in the air.

Are you ready for this change?

Are you ready to unleash
the policewoman within you?

Honey?

Happy birthday to...

What's going on, Salva?

What do you need? The bathroom issue.

On this issue you'll have to decide

whether it is here or there.

Because the bathroom-- You have to check
if there is another bathroom upstairs,

if you have the vacancy, whether there are
windows or there are no windows.

Hello?

Well, hello.
So nice to hear that sweet voice.

You know I would love to, but I can't.

She's not stupid.
She's going to be suspicious.

In a few days, we'll have the entire
coastline to do whatever we want to do.

Me too.

I have to hang up now.

The blueprints to your new hotel.

- Yeah.
- Do you want to check it out right now?

Right now. Tell Marco to come here.

We have plenty of work to do.
Two or three hours at least.

Well, it seems you're going
to be grandparents in nine weeks.

- Nine weeks?
- Yeah!

Dad. Dad.

What is it, honey?

The Chief of Police announced
that women can be--

No.

- Dad, but--
- No.

- Dad, please let me fini--
- Gabina.

Dad said no. Stop it.

I think she could be a good cop.

You do not have a say at the moment, please.

Did you know he just killed
another girl your age?

Dad, I can defend people like her.

- I'm ready. Since I was a child--
- Or end up like one of them.

Why can everyone be a cop but me?

Because we need you here with your mother.
Not out there!

Can I serve you a little more?

Enough.

The cow. The cow. There is a cow?

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

He didn't even realize that it fell.

Honey, we said eight o'clock.
What's wrong?

And I thought we weren't going to lie
to each other, you son of a bitch!

Go ahead.

Here I am.

Be the man you say you are,
and tell me who she is,

and why that slut is more important
than your family!

What is it, my love?

I was with my mother.

Good evening, my dears.

- Hi, María.
- María.

Where's Valentina?

Valentina? Did you really think
Valentina would be here?

Let's order something.

- Yes, please.
- I'm starving, please, it's my birthday.

I recommend the onion soup.

- That's what I'm going to order.
- Yeah?

Wine, please.

Ah. Please.

So the froglet looks at the frog...

Cheers!

Eye contact. Eye contact.

Hey, I got a question.

Would these women be able to stop a thief?
Or a murderer like The Undresser?

Obviously not.

Even if they are policewomen?

But, and I don't want to be sexist,
because I'm no sexist.

I'm pro... all that. Right, love?

It's a biological issue.
Different muscle mass... level of strength.

Right? It's obvious.

The fact is we're not the same.

What kind of woman would leave her family
to be out on the street?

I agree with that.

As if there weren't enough women
on the street.

Hey, how would you know?

Well, Sullivan Ave. is on my way to work.

See that? My wife's dirty mind.

It takes guts to be a policewoman.

- That's right.
- Don't you think?

I guess.

Fun fact, you probably didn't know.

María, when she was little,
wanted to be a detective.

Your dad told me about it. She spent
her time reading detective novels.

That was a long time ago.

- I wanted to be a veterinarian.
- Fireman.

No, I always, always wanted to be a mom.

Me? Fangio. Formula 1.

That explains what happens
when I ride with you.

Well, evidently
she did not become a detective.

But she still reads detective novels.

She reads a different novel every week.

Hey, can you imagine María as a cop?

No.

Can you imagine
yourself as a veterinarian?

No!

I would surrender,
just to be handcuffed by you.

Cheers.

I'm not getting you out
until you promise not to call me again.

What? Why?

Because we broke up a year ago.

And you just call me
when you are in trouble.

I don't just call you when I'm in trouble.

- You know you do, Valentina.
- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.
- Nobody forced you to come.

Vale. Look at where you are.

At least I'm still fighting.

- Yeah, me too.
- No.

Yes, from a desk.
The typewriter is my sword.

I'm serious, Vale, listen. Don't laugh.

We're over. I'm no longer there.

I'm with someone else now.

The typewriter is your sword?

- Fuck's sake.
- No--

I knew you were going to
make fun of the metaphor.

I can understand "gun", or--

- But "sword"? Really?
- Why are you focusing on that?

- I'm in love.
- Yes, I heard you.

With someone--

And if you're so fucking in love
with someone

where it seems you're not
confusing passion with anger,

then what the fuck are you doing
getting me out of jail?

Lucas?

You're right.

Thank you.

Hi, sis.

- All right. Here.
- Thy kingdom come. Let's see.

Green mole and black mole.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I need the autopsies of the other victims.

VICTIM #2
VICTIM #3

Just leave that. Go away.

There has to be a way to convince him.

You're talking about my dad.

But you know I can do it.

Well, that's not the problem.
You know that.

Do you think I had a choice?

Well, it's not fair.

Look, Curly.

If my dad could see
what you are capable of--

If only he could see you in that uniform,
well, who knows?

But that's not going to happen.

Let it go, Curly.

You were acting a little strange
at dinner.

I had a difficult day.

Yeah?

Difficult. How?

It was difficult because--

Mom, can we come in?

- No.
- Yeah, come in.

- Well--
- Tickle attack!

No. Hey, what's going on?

Can you read us a story?

Just one? Or 14.

- Okay, but I pick the story.
- You chose last week.

- Let's go!
- It's my turn.

Difficult? Why?

It's nothing. Go with them.

Hello?

Your sister.

Thank you so much.

It was his birthday. Did you know?

Yeah, I'm sure he had
an amazing birthday without me.

His money paid for your bail.

You should be grateful.

I am grateful, and I have a plan
to pay you back.

I would gladly tell you, but I don't think
you want to hear about it.

Besides, you probably have to
go back to your bubble, so...

If you don't have any plans,

I could use a drink or something.

Something? Like-- Alcohol?

Yeah, maybe.

After you, ma'am.

Thank you.

So, what happened?

Nothing.

We haven't talked in a long time.

Tell me about this plan.

I'm going to be a policewoman.

Of course you're not.

Of course I am.

- Of course you're not.
- Of course I am.

But you hate the police. What's going on?

We all hate the police,
but this is different.

Different how?

Different because the protests worked,
María.

It means the doors are open
for us to be on that side of the fight.

Forget it. It's crazy.

Not to mention dangerous.

Changing history
has always been dangerous.

And besides, you're not going to change
much by just sitting around, drinking tea.

That's not the only thing I do.

I'm not a detective yet.

But I know this: If you're here,
it's because something happened

and you can't tell your judgy friends.

I have to go.

Hey.

María, what happened?

He's cheating on me.

Son of a bitch!

- Motherfucking asshole.
- Keep it down.

How did you find out?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

He denied it. That son of a bitch.

María, you need to confront him.

What if he goes with her?

I don't want my children to grow up
without their dad.

I'm pretty sure they'd prefer
a mother who stands up for herself.

They prefer a united family.

Even if it's all a lie?

I love him, Val.

I don't want to lose him.

The problem is you are too predictable.

Do you know what he needs?

He needs to imagine for just one day
what his life would be like without you.

Please let me go.

I said leave me alone!

Security!

Let's go. You're out of here, jerk.

Easy, asshole.

Don't come back for a long time.

He asked for it.

Octavio Romandía, right?

Eighteen years in the police force.

Three medals of courage.
Thirty-seven cases solved.

And 132 criminals in jail.

But... also 16 infractions
for insubordination.

And an indefinite suspension for busting
the Chief of the Police's nose.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the new Chief of Police,
and I love my nose.

We are in the process of creating
a program for women in the police.

And I want you to be their captain.

How many told you to go fuck yourself?

- Is that relevant?
- How many?

All of them.

You're not a policeman.

No.

I was the campaign manager
for the president.

A salesman.

You could say that.

Well, listen to me, salesman.

The police force in this country has
too much blood on its hands,

and neither you nor anyone else
will be able to change that.

Maybe you're right, Captain Romandía.

But you're the only one
who didn't turn this down

because it's a program for women.

We start at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow,
in case you change your mind.

- Honey.
- What?

You know why I was being weird last night?

Why?

Because I miss you.

I was thinking.

Look, put that down for a moment.
Come. Sit down.

Why don't you ask one of those architects
in your team to go to Acapulco?

While you and I--

Look at me.

While you and I rent a room at the
little hotel where you proposed to me.

You know I can't.

- You know I can't.
- We need this.

Honey, our marriage needs this.

What our marriage needs
is that I don't get fired.

I'll be back in a week,
and we'll do whatever you want.

Honey, I honestly have no idea
what is going on.

I left a list in the kitchen, Mom.

Mar has dancing on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Alex has soccer on Wednesdays.

It's close by so you only have
to drop them off and pick them up.

You're acting crazy.

I would expect this from your sister.
But you?

He cheated on me, Mom.

And he is going to Acapulco
to cheat on me again.

And your solution
is to abandon your family?

He slipped up. All men slip up.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

- What about Dad? Does he slip up?
- Don't be ridiculous.

Not your dad. Others.

I don't expect you to understand me.

But I'm not abandoning my family.

I'm trying to save it.

And what does that have to do with this?

I don't know, Mom.

All I know is that I won't be in the house
when he returns.

Then take a vacation!

But being an employee? Here?

It's beneath you.

No. That's enough. Here.

I will treat them like any other cadet.

I expect nothing less.

- If they can't handle it, they're out.
- As it should be.

Anything else?

Yes.

Once you're done milking this stunt
and send them all back home,

I stay. As a detective.

All right.

Follow me.

I through M will line up in order.

No family members. Cadets only, please.

The registration area
is located in the courtyard.

Please keep order in line.

Excuse me.

Good morning.

Name and age.

Gabina Herrera Martínez Vázquez,
25 years old.

You're going to fill this out, please.

Thank you.

Hey, get lost somewhere else!

Name and age.

Carrión Galindo Romina, 37.

Are you serious? You brought Mom?

Why? To change my mind?

I'm going to be a policewoman!

Why do you have a suitcase?

Because she's just as crazy as you.

Because I want to be unpredictable.

Cadets!

I want you to form eight rows of ten.
Come on. Come here. Right now.

- Family members may leave.
- God forgive you.

Eight rows of 10, come on.

Equidistant.

I want a single front line.
A single lateral line.

I am Captain Octavio Romandía.

I'm in charge
of the women's police division.

If you are smiling,

it's because you haven't
thought this through very well.

Look at the person on your right.

Say hi. Say hi.

Now imagine them lying on the ground.

A shot in their guts.

Begging you to stop the bleeding.

But you can't.

Because they are already dead.

Now go to her mother and explain
why her daughter is dead, and you're not.

Then carry the blame
until you die of a heart attack.

You think this is a fun job?

Getting shot for a shitty salary.

Do you think people don't value you
at home?

You haven't seen nothing yet.

But it doesn't have to be like that.

You could go back home right now.

And think how you almost made
a very stupid decision.

I will give the smart ones
a moment to reconsider.

I told you to train them, you bastard,
not to scare them away.

You want me to give you 16 cops
in two weeks?

No, María. Don't-- Don't go, please.

That's how.

Now that we got rid of the leftovers,
withdraw to the barracks.

We start in the morning.

Nice to meet you. María de la Torre.

Ángeles Cruz.

Why are you here?

Because the stove broke down.

Well, I'm here because,
you're going to think I'm crazy, but

I'm trying to save my marriage.

Is your husband a policeman?

No, no, I mean--

Do you have a husband?

I have a grandmother.

I live with her because my parents
were killed in a robbery

at the bank they worked at
on March 3rd, 1947.

My goodness, I am so sorry.

Why? You didn't kill them.

I'm not even going to ask why you're here.

It's in my blood. Gabina.
Nice to meet you.

Valentina.

Can you believe we're already here?
We're finally going to be cops.

No offense,
but I've always thought cops are assholes.

So, why are you here?

To change that.

Eyes forward.

I know some of you believe
that being here,

you are part of a movement.

Fuck your movement!

You're here for just one thing.

To train to become police officers.

I don't care if you're a man, woman
or a fucking palm tree.

Name.

María Elena de la Torre, sir.

Up to the front.

Move.

I'm sorry for being late.

Do you want to be treated
just like the men?

Be careful what you wish for.

At ease.

Now!

Come on, 20 push-ups.

Hold on, knees up, hips up too.

You need to be stronger.
Do you want to become police officers?

You'll have to let go
of who you used to be.

You'll have to renew your skin.

You heard him.

Let's renew that skin. Come on.

Forget about your lives outside of here.

You're not housewives. You're not mothers.

You are cadets.

Let's go!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Come on, Herrera. Strength!

Hold on!

Excuse me.

Cadet María de la Torre.

Come here, please.

Come on!

Here.

Look at your colleagues.

You would usually go to dinner
at this time.

But since Cadet María de la Torre
arrived late this morning,

you owe me 10 more laps.

So, stand up.

Let's run! Let's go!

Come on! Let's run!

Hurry up!

If you're late again,

I'm going to mop the floor
with your makeup.

Come on!

Up! Up! Up! Up! Come on!

Professor.

It is well known that pot reduces
the rate of violence.

Are you speaking from experience?

Seven instances
where the use of force is permitted.

To avoid serious danger,
and a danger that's serious.

Defeat the resistance of those
who oppose any police order

that requires immediate compliance.

To protect persons against grave
and imminent danger.

Those are the seven.

Herrera. Good.

Cruz. Always good.

De la Torre, I expected more from you.

Camacho, you should've stayed home.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Let's go! Come on!

Right, left, right.

Hold the line! Hold it!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

We interrupt this program
with breaking news.

Last night, the country suffered
another unnecessary loss.

The lifeless body of Nora Menéndez,

the fifth victim
of the feared Tlalpan Undresser,

was found in the pool of the university
where she worked at night.

Nora, 21 years old, from Cholula, Puebla,
arrived in Mexico City

with the dream of becoming a veterinarian.

Now that dream is gone.

Daughters, sisters and mothers
are being brutally murdered

by a monster that will not stop
unless someone does something.

This must stop.

City residents are asking the police,

"When will this killer
be put behind bars?"

We can only hope this happens
before another woman pays with her life.

Fifty-seven?

And the decimal point?

Five hundred and seventy.

Who comes from over there?

Dad.

- Did you miss me?
- How did it go?

- Excellent.
- Children--

Could you please go up to your room?

We need to talk to your dad.

Yes.

- Can you come here for a moment?
- Yes.

Will you sit down for a chat?

Where is María?

Don't run. Face her.

- Olé!
- Come on!

Break free, damn it!

Come on, María! Break free!

You can do it, María! Goddamn it!

Break her grasp! Look at me!

Break free. Look at me! Break free!

Holy moly.

Gabina!

What the fuck are you doing here?

Please, can we talk?

- Talk?
- Yeah.

No way. You're coming with me.

Herrera.

You shouldn't be here.

Look, Romandía. Do me a favor.

Stay out of it.

My little sister is the one
who shouldn't be here.

What the fuck were you thinking?

Can't you do something?

It'll be worse for her if I get involved.

Please, Gerardo.
Graduation is just around the corner.

Goddamn it, Gabina!

You're just not getting it.

You lied to Dad.

Do you know what he's gonna do
when he finds out?

You can explain it to him.
He listens to you.

No way. Let's go.

I'm staying.

Think very carefully
about what you are doing, Gaba.

I'm staying.

You are going to tell him.

I won't.

You're on your own, Gaba.

Cadets.

Out of the way.

He hasn't made any effort to talk to me.

What did you expect?

He came home and you weren't there.

Mom, please don't be on his side.
You always do the same thing.

He's the one who has to fix this.

I wouldn't count on it.

Did he say anything to you?

No. What I'm afraid of is that
when you are done with this whim--

Whim? Is that what he called it?

What else is it?

Cadets. Please, take a seat.

I want to welcome you
to the last stage of your training.

We'll fly aboard a military aircraft
at a speed of 200 km per hour.

When we get to 10,000 feet,

you will jump.

Reaching an approximate fall speed
of 200 to 430 km per hour.

Don't be afraid.

Statistically, you are 100 times
more likely to choke on food

than die jumping off a plane.

You don't have to do much more to pass.

It's only a small step.

Cadets! Ten-hut!

Being a police officer means
that when you put on your uniform,

you put your life in the hands of fate.

First row.

On your feet!

Hook your lines!

Now!

Let's go!

Position! Jump!

Let's go!

Second row!

On your feet.

Hook your lines!

Let's go!

Jump!

Come on, jump!

Let's go!

De la Torre. Jump!

No!

What do you mean, no?

I told you to jump!

No!

- Come on! Walk!
- No.

- No, no. No.
- Come on.

Let's go! Eh!

- Jump!
- I can't! I can't.

Why the fuck not?

Because I am a mother.

You're a cadet, not a mother!

No! I'm a mother!

- If you don't jump, you don't graduate.
- I don't care!

Then why the fuck
did you get on the plane?

I don't know.

Yes, you do! Why?

Why?

Because this is not a whim!

Then fucking prove it.

Fine. Okay. Fine. Mm-hmm. Okay.

I have to admit. You really surprised me.

As you know,

the program only admits 16 cadets.

So, if you are here,

it's because you made it.

Congratulations.

Way to go, my warriors!

María.

Report to the mess hall.

You look beautiful.

I should have come sooner.

I don't know why I didn't. I'm an idiot.

During this time, I was able
to think about many things.

I realized that I don't want to lose you.

I spoke with Miguel.

And I asked him to take over
the Acapulco project.

No more trips.

I want--

I want to be with you.

And I want to thank you.

Because, by doing all this,

you helped me to see things more clearly.

I love you.

I love you so much.

Let's go home. I'll get your things.

Let's go.

What's wrong?

I didn't just want to be a detective
when I was young.

I was obsessed.

I devoured every book
I could get my hands on.

My favorites were the ones
about Detective Murrieta.

On each cover,
I drew a skirt and long hair.

Detective María.

I put all that aside
to spend my life with you.

And you still got bored.

No.

- No, I didn't get bored.
- It's not all your fault.

I was bored too. With me.

I guess I'm not anymore.

I want to graduate.

I want to be a policewoman.

What about our family?

I can be both.

Valentina Camacho Morales.

María Camacho de la Torre.

You see that? Policewomen.

You don't get paid to watch TV.

Yes, commander.

And to finish,

I would like to invite to the podium
the first lady of our nation.

María Esther Zuno.

Thank you, Emilio.

Today, we are making history.

Can you wait for me?

No, I'm already late,
and you always tell me to be on time.

If only you'd tell me
what you are late for.

This city is very dangerous.

Paola.

Women, make no mistake.

Keeping this city safe is dangerous work.

There will be those
who will want to stop us.

Hurt us.

But I'm certain

that the women
who have earned their badges today

are the best we have in this city.

And to those
who do not want us here, I tell them:

"It's time to face it.
Times are changing."

Welcome to the Mexico City Police Force.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
LYNN FAINCHTEIN

In the next episode...

Out there, you represent
the police force of the city.

Always smile. Let me see.

I want to file a missing persons report.

But you saw her yesterday, right?

We found a body in the park
this afternoon.

You can't interrogate anyone.
You are not a detective.