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Are you his wife?

Yes.

- Yes. - You can come with us.

Thank you.

- Talk to him. Talk to him. - Okay.

Lucas, please stay with me. Don't leave me.

- Do something. - There's no pulse.

Why doesn't he have a pulse?

One, two, three, four...

Oxygen.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Lucas!

Vale.

- How are you? - It was my fault.

- No, don't say that. Don't say that. - It was my fault.

- He'll be okay. You'll see. - No.

Take this. Look at the state you're in.

What if he doesn't make it?

They tried to kill him.

- Who? Who tried to kill him? - I don't know! A cop, a thief.

- But why? - I don't know why. We were...

He doesn't deserve this and it was my fault.

It was my fault, María. It was my fault.

- Don't worry. - It was my fucking fault.

I think you'll find this interesting.

We found the victim here in the corridor.

His condition is critical but stable.

Any idea on who may have attacked him?

That's why I called you.

Go in.

You were very lucky, Valentina.

We found a broken window.

It seems he was still there when you arrived.

Why would he do this?

He wanted his letter to be published.

I don't know.

Do you know if Lucas had discovered something else?

Not that I know of.

We found information back at his home.

He was investigating The Undresser's true identity.

- Do you know anything about that? - I don't know anything about that.

There was also a confidential file concerning the police investigation.

Valentina, how the hell did Lucas get that file?

I don't know.

Any cop could have sold him that information for 50 pesos.

I know it's hard to believe, but I'm trying to help.

You saw it yourself.

It's very dangerous for you to be investigating on your own.

I'll leave an agent outside to make sure you're safe.

I'm going to iron these wrinkled shirts I found.

Aren't you going to see her?

To validate her nonsense?

I've caused enough trouble validating yours.

You're going to keep punishing her?

Is that what you think I'm doing?

She's the one punishing me.

Living by herself. Thinking she can handle everything.

Don't play the victim. It's not attractive.

You both think you're so brave, so independent.

But you, of all people, should understand

that you don't celebrate your children's mistakes.

If my mistakes make you suffer so much, why don't you leave?

You need me.

No.

It's your daughter, Valentina, who needs you.

Here are some clothes.

I need to head back to the station.

It's still early, isn't it?

Yes, but I have to talk to my dad.

Is he talking to you?

Not exactly,

but I need to talk to him about Gerardo.

He came to see me.

Well, to get information.

He has to investigate, Valentina.

Wake up.

They're all the same, including your father and your brother.

- They're good people. You don't know them. - What world do you live in?

You can spend the rest of your life wearing that uniform

and never make a damn difference.

You were on the cover of a magazine, weren't you?

You should be grateful.

I know you're going through something awful,

but you shouldn't talk like that to a friend.

Who said we were friends?

Not anymore.

GREGORIO CADENAS LECUMBERRI PRISON

MEXICO CITY, ZIP CODE 15280

For you.

It's from Lecumberri Prison.

"María, you reminded me of Cassandra.

I couldn't help thinking about her during your visit.

As a lawyer, I have access to information you can't imagine.

Valuable information such as cold case files.

I consider myself, above all else, a man of my word,

so I'm keeping my promise.

Enjoy the read, and remember, you're not the only one.

Gregorio Cadenas."

EXCERPTS FROM GREEK MYTHOLOGY

What is he trying to tell us with this book?

I don't know. I haven't read it.

As promised.

All the cold cases of missing or murdered women

from the last 15 years.

Do you have a sec?

It's just that we have to go through all these cases before our shift begins.

María.

Fine. After my shift.

See you here.

Don't.

Stay here. The light is better.

What was that?

What? What was what?

Are you mad at him?

No.

Your voice changed. So did your body language.

You started breathing heavily, and you tensed up.

I've noticed that happens when someone gets mad at me.

I don't know what to say.

Anyway, we have to take a look at this if we want to make any progress.

It's too much information.

It's not too much information. It's just information that hasn't been classified.

I like the way you think.

UNEMPLOYED WOMEN

First, we should exclude unemployed women.

EMPLOYED WOMEN

We'll sort them by age, city of birth,

and whether they belonged to unions or social groups.

Any of these variables could be significant.

It would be logical to think that previous cases happened here, in the city,

but we shouldn't rule anything out.

And finally, how they were murdered.

Giving priority to strangulations.

They all had jobs.

COLD CASES

And they all involve strangulation, ropes or water.

That's right.

There are twenty.

Twenty possible victims.

What does the book have to do with all this?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe it's just a present.

You gave him a piano.

I don't have time.

I said I don't have time.

Gerardo is in trouble.

He's breaking the law.

I saw it myself.

That's a serious accusation.

He's torturing the people being arrested.

Your brother carries an entire investigation on his shoulders.

You knew he was doing this?

Of course not.

But during my years in this job, I've met one or two desperate cops.

I'm sure your brother is doing what you say he's doing

because he wants to catch The Undresser.

But you're right.

It would be very dangerous if someone found out.

That's why it's important that no one learns about what you've shared with me.

I'll talk to your brother.

Thank you for letting me know.

You did the right thing.

Gabina.

We would like to have you over for dinner one of these days.

That story is completely over.

I'm not planning on seeing that woman ever again.

But I feel no matter what I do,

she'll never forgive me.

I think this situation has to do less with what you did than you imagine.

I don't think so.

María has been with the police for less than a month, and look at her.

She's alert. Excited about her job.

She's alive.

Are you sure you want her to go back to the way she was before?

This achievement was made possible by a great deal of effort.

The Women in Blue program is only the beginning.

The women of this city must understand the huge...

We could talk to the victims' families.

We don't have time.

We have to figure out what Goyo is trying to tell us.

I should go see Valentina though.

She shouldn't be alone at a time like this.

But I don't want to leave my children alone.

You're a great mom.

Sometimes I'm not so sure.

I can't remember the last time I saw my parents.

When the shooting began, I passed out.

Certain noises overwhelm me.

You were there when...

Yes.

What I'm trying to say is that you should go with your children.

- It's the right thing to do. - ...we're committed to

supporting women's power through teams like this one...

Good night, honey.

You know what?

Sometimes I think Dad doesn't love us as much as before.

Don't say that.

That's not true.

Of course he loves us, Alex.

I'm sure he misses us as much as we miss him.

That's right, honey. He loves you very much.

He says so all the time. He asks about you all the time.

He keeps asking me to hug you a lot, so... I'm sorry.

Dad's not in Acapulco, is he?

What makes you say that, honey?

Because everything feels weird. I don't know.

You're sad, so is he.

It's just that...

we both have a lot of work.

You don't have to lie to me, Mom. I'm not a kid anymore.

I know something's wrong.

You don't love each other anymore?

Oh, sweetie. Come here.

Of course we love each other.

Do you know for how long?

Do the math. I was 21, and he was 27.

Your dad had just arrived in Mexico.

He was such a passionate architect.

He dreamed of turning the whole city into a work of art.

It was impossible not to fall in love with him.

So why isn't it like that anymore?

Life takes you on different paths.

But I don't get it.

You've changed, and you're a cop now.

Yes.

Couldn't he change too?

Mom?

Can I sleep here with you?

Hey, do we not have bedtimes in this house?

Can I?

Of course you can, sweetie.

Me too.

Okay. Let's go to bed then.

This is nice, right?

- Come here, honey. - Good night.

I love you guys so much.

What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be alone.

Don't you have something better to do?

Yeah. Lots of things.

But I'd rather be here.

Just a heads-up. The coffee tastes like shit.

I don't drink coffee.

And we don't have to talk if you don't want to.

I have a lot of work to do, anyway.

THE BIRTH OF THE MYTH OF CASSANDRA

Cassandra.

She knew the truth, but nobody believed her.

CAPTAIN JOSE MARIA MORALES

- Hello. - Hi.

I thought you'd like to spend the day with the kids.

Oh. All of us?

No, no. Come in. I have to go to work.

- Really, today? On Saturday? - Yes, yes. On Saturday.

We found something that might be important.

But... I don't know, don't you want to tell the kids--

We could go for a walk, buy some wine--

We're close to finding out who he is.

We've been able to find clues that no one else saw.

And if it leads to his arrest, do you realize...

Do you realize how big that would be for us?

Okay...

- I'll stay. You can count on me... - Thanks.

- ...until you come back. I'll stay here. - Right.

Okay.

- Please be careful. - Sure. You can go upstairs.

- Okay. - The kids are there.

Thanks!

Five sugars, just the way you take it.

I bought it across the street

because you said you didn't like the one they have here.

You said it tastes like shit.

What are you trying to say with that?

Hygiene is important.

It was a joke.

All available nurses, please head to the laboratory.

Do you need anything else?

Why are you nice to me?

Why wouldn't I be?

Because I'm a bad person.

I'm selfish, hypercritical and impatient.

A traitor.

That's why I don't have any friends.

I could be your friend.

Why?

Because we're partners.

Can I give you a hug?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Ángeles, good morning.

I found a connection.

Were you able to make sense of it?

You're the best.

Several of the files we pulled out have one thing in common.

Something related to the victims?

Not exactly.

It's all in the legend of Cassandra.

Cassandra, daughter of the king of Troy, made a pact with Apollo.

The gift of premonition in exchange for sleeping with him.

When he gave her the gift, she changed her mind and rejected him.

So Apollo punished her.

No one would ever believe her premonitions.

Inspector Morales took these cases

because he thought they were all committed by the same person.

And nobody believed him.

We have to find him and talk to him.

I looked up his file.

He retired years ago, but I have his address.

Oops. I'll use my parachute to escape.

They all want my Lucky Charms. The homemade flakes--

Aaagh!

Mar?

Mar?

What's wrong, honey?

Mar, the door's locked. What's going on?

Leave me alone. I'm fine.

Leave you alone? But-- Why did you scream?

Open the door. Let me see.

Go away. I want to be alone.

Mar, you're scaring me.

What happened?

Where's Mom? Tell her to come, please.

Mom's working.

I'm bleeding.

Bleeding?

Why? Did you cut yourself?

No.

No?

Are you...

I'll call Mom now.

Honey, listen.

This is normal.

It's absolutely normal.

Look, if...

Okay, I'll be back.

Captain Romandía.

This is Alejandro de la Torre. I need to find my wife, please.

De la Torre is not here.

Well, I need you to find her and tell her we have a medical emergency at home.

Is it serious? Do you need an ambulance?

No, it's not serious, but she needs to know

that we have a medical emergency at home. Please, it's urgent.

I don't know if I'll be able to find her.

You're supposed to be in charge, right?

Goddamn fucking shit!

Where the hell are they?

- Good morning, ma'am. How are you? - Good morning.

We're looking for Inspector Morales.

What is this concerning? I was on my way out.

Look.

I don't know who told you he was here.

My husband died years ago.

We're looking for information on some cases he investigated

when he was with the police.

- The cases about the women? - Right.

Do you know what happened to my husband because of his obsession with those cases?

He had a heart attack.

We're so sorry, ma'am.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I can't be late for church.

We can't let her go.

We could go to mass with her to create an emotional tie.

Emotional ties build trust. Maybe she'll talk to us then.

María.

Miss!

Dora.

I told you to leave me alone.

Somebody call an ambulance! Help! Someone fainted!

Are you all right?

It got too noisy.

I'm sorry.

I should've stayed close to you.

How are you?

It's not your fault.

It's the way my body reacts.

My nephew is like you.

He can't stand loud noises.

Have you seen a psychiatrist?

My grandma says psychiatrists are a bunch of con artists.

Not all of them, honey.

Some have very valuable answers.

Dad's going to talk to Gerardo and fix the problem.

Otherwise, Gerardo could get in trouble.

You'd do best to stay out of it, Curly.

Gerardo and Gilberto are acting like thugs.

I heard you.

Well, it doesn't seem like it.

I don't listen, and you refuse to see.

We all follow orders, even when we don't like them.

So why don't you do what you really want to do?

"Hey, Dad, I'm going to quit the police

because all I've ever wanted to do for as long as I can remember is cook."

He'd understand.

Sure. Like he did with you, right?

Just so you know, Dad invited me to have dinner at home today.

He's buying you off, Curly.

Dad's a good man.

No, no, no. Enough, Curly.

Open your eyes.

It was Dad.

He ordered them to use that abandoned hotel

to torture people until they find The Undresser.

Okay? It was him.

You know what I thought being an adult would be like when I was a kid?

That I'd be able to do everything I dreamed about.

That I'd build beautiful things, works of art,

homes where people would live better.

But you do all that.

I ended up designing office buildings.

The one in Acapulco is going to be beautiful.

I'm not sure it'll be that beautiful.

Your mom and I...

are going through a rough patch right now.

Because she joined the police?

At first I thought so, yes.

Then I realized it's not that.

It's that I'm so far from everything I dreamed about.

But your mom is actually achieving her childhood dream,

and instead of being happy for her,

I feel ugly things,

and I don't like that.

Look.

- It's incredible. - Ain't it?

Maybe I don't know exactly what you're going through

or have the right words, like your mom would.

But what I guarantee...

is that you'll never, ever, be alone.

My husband was obsessed with the idea

that the same man was behind several murders.

And the more they called him crazy down at the station,

the more he clung to the idea.

Like the myth of Cassandra.

Do you know if he left any notes or said anything about a suspect?

No, but before he died, he thought he'd found the murderer's first victim.

Do you remember which one it was?

How could I forget?

About 15 years ago, a woman was killed.

A real saint.

Her name was Rosa.

She ran a foster home.

She was found dead in her basement.

Can you imagine what that did to those kids?

Do you know if the foster home is still operating?

It closed when she died, but one of her foster children still lives there.

A guy named Vicente.

Did you ever meet him?

No.

My husband talked to him a couple of times.

When he died, Vicente came and asked for the files.

But if you think my husband's notes could be valuable,

you can go ask him for them.

We can go some other time, when you feel better.

We should go now.

We're very close.

We just need the notes from the investigation.

What if he doesn't cooperate?

Why wouldn't he?

We'll help him find his mom's killer.

I would've liked to know who killed my parents.

The doctor said you're going to be okay.

I'm sure you're thinking, "Please, Valentina, shut up."

No.

I promise I'm not here to bother you. Not this time.

I came to say I'm sorry.

'Cause I've never told you this,

but I need you to know that I've always felt it.

You're an incredible man, Lucas.

You're brave and extraordinary, and you're a real journalist

like the ones I thought didn't exist anymore.

I'm scared of being alone, and I think everybody knows it.

But there's one thing that scares me more...

and that's to continue hurting you.

That's why I'm going to be a little more like you.

I'll become a good person.

Generous.

Someone who thinks of others besides herself.

Goodbye.

I called Clara. She's coming to see you.

Do you remember me?

Sure. From the bar.

Was it too obvious that I'm not good at fighting?

Between you and me, I'd never been in a fight before.

Are you a security guard?

I work at a museum.

"You can't sit there, miss."

Well, that's my job, basically.

I'm such a dope.

You're pretty good at it.

Police station!

I get off at the next stop.

May I walk with you?

You look like you haven't had a good day.

It's been the worst.

I'm sorry.

But the sun's come out. It could get better.

Do you want to do something tonight?

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Vicente Reyes Galván?

What can I do for you?

Where the hell are you, María?

Son of a bitch.

Would you like something to drink?

No. Thank you.

We were told that you have Inspector Morales's files.

Sure you don't want something to drink?

Dora, Inspector Morales's wife, told us about the files.

That Morales. Yeah, right. And his wife.

Real nice guy.

Seemed like the only cop who actually wanted justice...

until he died.

Just like Mom.

What do you mean?

Was he also murdered?

No.

I mean they both died.

I never knew how he died.

Dora told me he could have prevented it.

My mom...

My mom could have prevented her death too.

Actually, one might say that she was asking for it.

What do you mean?

Just a moment.

I don't like this at all.

What if it's him?

Agent de la Torre, Captain Romandía here. Do you copy?

Answer, María. Damn it.

Sorry. They were hungry.

Please, sit.

Vicente, we need your help.

You would have loved to have met her.

A very loving woman.

She never treated us differently for not being her real children.

That's even stronger, isn't it?

Love as a choice rather than an obligation.

Do you have the inspector's notes?

Because you know how the other mothers are.

My real mother.

She hated me.

She had one knuckle...

that stuck out more than the others.

She would jam it...

right here.

- We have to go. - Come on.

I have the files you need!

It's not locked. It just has a way.

Open it. Let us out.

You don't need the files.

I know exactly who killed my mom.

I told the police, but they didn't listen.

Do you want to know?

Are you going to believe me?

Police!

Is anyone there?

Is there anyone here?

María!

Down here!

Ángeles? María!

Put your gun down. Put it down.

- Are you okay? - Vicente.

He's with us.

He's Captain Romandía.

Lucía Martínez. Her boss told us she was here the night she was killed.

Someone must have seen her.

We've already told you. Nobody remembers her.

Any news on Minerva?

- No. - No.

Growing up, I had a dog named Quena.

She was my best friend.

But another one of Rosa's children killed her.

What do you mean, "killed her"?

One day, I heard wild barking, just like now.

When I got there, I found Benito with a huge bite on his arm,

and Quena dead.

He said she attacked him first, but that was a lie.

She was the sweetest dog.

Who is Benito?

Benito Lagunas, my mom's killer and the person Morales was investigating.

Could he be the Tlalpan Undresser?

Yes, I remember her. How she danced.

Do you remember if she was with someone that day?

She seemed very happy with her boyfriend.

And this is Mom's diary.

"I had never locked my bedroom door before.

For the first time, I fear for my life."

I need you to remember,

to think back if this guy had any unique physical features.

Yes.

He had a huge scar on his arm.

In the next episode...

If you had this diary, why didn't you take it to the police?

I knew something bad was about to happen.

Benito might have killed his foster mom, but that doesn't mean he's The Undresser.

We must find a link with The Undresser's murders. A motive.

What did you find out, Rosa?