All language subtitles for Before.I.Forget.S01E02.Episode.2.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-TEPES_track3_[eng]

Don Pascual, your mind is going.

There is no escape
from Alzheimer's.

I'm with Jimena Guerra.

What's it like to be
the new face of the Police?

I'm not the police's face.

I'm just a part of it,

and I lend my voice
to my colleagues.

Just a week in,
and we're a mockery.

It's me, your father.

-I know, my phone tells me.
-Are you OK?

No, Jonás!

I'm not made for this. I resign.

¿Pascual León? I'm Nuri.

Are you going to let Alzheimer's
get the better of you?

Pascualito, what are you doing?

You all did it,
and it was wrong, Judge.

You know it.

"I MET A GIRL,
HER NAME IS JIMENA GUERRA"

Can you tell me what this means?

Guerra?

Do you hear me?

Sorry, I need some fresh air.

Take it.

If not for you, do it for us.

The puke-smeared face of CODIP

wouldn't go down well
in the media.

Go to hell, Garduño.

It's normal.

Some have the guts for this,
others are princesses.

Garduño, help out over there
with the media, please.

They're on their way and hungry
to get a scoop out of this.

Keep them, princess.
I don't need them.

Would you like a mint?

Sorry.
I don't know what came over me.

You already used that excuse
with "El Amarillo".

Are you holding back
something I should know?

I wasn't expecting
to see something like that.

Let's get out of here,
before it gets out of control.

But...

Would you rather stay?

-Sir, one question.
-No comment.

Look at that!

Way to go, team!
We'll pull it off this year.

Dad!

Dad!

What are you doing here?

What do you mean?
We came to see you.

You didn't let me know, did you?
Did you tell me?

We always got your voicemail,
so we decided to surprise you.

Let's go,
I'm pooped from the flight.

BEFORE I FORGET

Are you planning on
staying here?

If not here, then where?
Does it bother you?

No, no, of course not.

Aren't you going to say
hello to me?

Let's go.

It's nothing like it was
when Mom was here.

You think so? I think
it has more character now.

That's a bar.

With all that racket,

I don't get
why people like it there.

But it's always packed.

I don't know what took over me
when I rented the place out.

I'll pop in for a beer later.

A beer?

Sara, I think you should pay
more attention

to raising your son.

Look who's talking about
"paying more attention".

Dead people are calling
out to us,

and they don't care
if we're ready to listen.

This is no ordinary murder,
Jimena.

A well-known judge,

a message directed to CODIP's
new young recruit.

The press are going to screw us.

The way I see it, there are
two options:

either you're the prey,
or you become the hunter.

Do you want to be the prey?

-Fine.
-What's fine?

I'm not giving up.

I figured.

Any idea who might have sent you
that message?

No, no idea.
I'm as clueless as you.

If I find out you're holding
information back from me,

you'll face a very different

boss from the one
who recruited you.

I want to take a bath and sleep.

Jonás, take your feet
off there, please.

Why don't you take the suitcases
to the guest room? Please.

Dad, let us catch our breath,
would you?

-Are you taking them up or not?
-Why the hurry?

No hurry, but we might as well
get them out of the way.

Where am I going to sleep?

There, with your mom.

No. He's 17, the last thing
he wants is to be with me.

Why don't we stay
in the apartment downstairs?

No! We'll make
ourselves at home here.

And... when are you planning
on going back?

What?

We just got here. Do you want us
to go back already?

No, just so I can get organized.

Excuse me, do I need to book
to be in my own house?

-Please, Sara.
-"Please"?

I am separating from my husband,

and you don't ask me how I am!

I knew you wouldn't be
waiting for me

at the airport with flowers,

but you could at least pretend
to be glad to see us.

Know what? Give me the keys
and we'll go down.

Child, I think you're making
a huge deal out of nothing.

Jonás, grab your things,
we're staying downstairs.

Nobody's going anywhere.

Apartment 1 is rented out
as a storage place.

What about 2?

Is the whole building
a storehouse?

They're in bad shape,

nobody wants
to rent them for living.

I thought you'd be better off
staying together,

but well...

Jonás can sleep here.
The TV's here.

Or in the room
on the roof terrace.

What?

-What do you mean roof terrace?
-Why not?

Anyway, welcome.

Jonás.

So?

Nothing. Might as well
be questioning a brick wall.

Did her son say how far he is?

Being a nurse sucks.

I can't tell if she's hungry,
thirsty...

or if she needs to pee.

Can you imagine her
shitting herself right here?

Shut up.

He said he's taking
the first flight from Monterrey.

We'll see.

What an asshole, right?

Killing him
right in front of her.

He knew she wouldn't say a word.

I wish we could jog her memory.

Anything.

The doctor says
it's a lost cause.

She's nutty as a fruitcake.

-Hello?
-Jimena Guerra?

Who's speaking?

Romina Ruíz,
from the CODIP morgue.

I have something
I'd like you to see.

Let's see.

It seems this one will be
a little tricky.

His job has no fixed schedule,
so I'll have to hunt him down.

Softly, softly, catchee monkey.

Softly, softly, catchee monkey.

"Softly, softly..."
What do you think, Erick?

Don't look so sour!
Hang in there!

I'll feed you soon.

I wrote it down in my notebook
so I wouldn't forget.

"Feed the cat".

It would be wise to go
in the middle of the day

to find him.

He moves around the south.

Let's see.

Ever since I was a girl,

I've been obsessed
with serial killers.

Jack the Mexican,
the Poquianchis...

"El Goyo" Cárdenas.

While my schoolmates

were collecting
soccer World Cup stickers,

I collected all there was
to know about serial killers.

And stuck it in an album.

Did you know?
The Porfirio Díaz police

let "El Chalequero" get away
by mistake,

when he was being held prisoner
for killing more than...

-What did you want to show me?
I gotta run...

Handsome,
elegant, a ladies' man...

That's how
they explained it away.

Besides, he was a good shoemaker
So they say.

After he was released,

he mercilessly raped
and killed an old lady.

A journalist at the time

discovered that he was the man

who had murdered
the prostitutes.

So, he was sentenced to death.

This is my new album.
Not about killers, but victims.

Wanna see it?

No, thank you.

It turns out,
he didn't kill his victims

because they were prostitutes,

but because they were
easy targets.

Each serial killer
has his thing...

But I'd never seen
anything like this.

This is meant for you.

It's direct, frank, fascinating.

He's only killed one person,
we can't call it "serial".

Not yet, but there will be more,
you'll see.

I found fingerprints.

It was hard work,
but here you are.

Let's see.

Nice and easy and cooperating,
OK?

Give me your paw.

Your paw!

Let's see.

Good.

Signature here.

Got him.

What's up?

I just ID'd
the judge's murderer.

-Who?
-Erick Santiago Valdés.

Accused of homicide,

he got away due to lack
of evidence.

-Go after him.
-Yes, sir.

The thing about justice

is that it's very subjective.

Don't you think?

Take us two, for example.

In your eyes,

I'm the worst thing
that could've happened to you.

Just like you were to your wife.

What do you think she'd say
if she saw you like this?

We'll never know.

You clubbed her, right?

You clubbed her to death.

In time,

you'll see that all this is

but the consequence
of your actions.

Where are you, bastard?

Get it?

What?

Being picky again? It's salmon!

All cats like salmon.

Come on. That's it.

Nobody has been here for days.

He planned everything
so he could vanish

after the murder. Right?

No. Nobody leaves like that
if they plan it.

Looks like someone or something
forced him to dash out.

Maybe.

It's time.

I might be late,
so don't wait up for me.

I made this slide show
especially for you.

Enjoy it!

Hello?

Do you never sleep?

I need a clue as to why
he left all of a sudden.

You'll find it
with a clear mind

go rest,
Guerra, that's an order.

OK.

-Hello.
-Hello, good morning.

I'm Sara León,
I have an appointment with HR.

Just a moment, please.

Send it to me.
No, you don't understand.

The payroll wasn't for today,
but yesterday.

Yes, I need to train 100 people.
One moment.

I have to train 100 people
and my hands are tied

if I don't have
the payroll documentation.

Great, that's the spirit
and the attitude I need!

That lobby wasn't there before.

The one at the entrance,
on the right.

It was there when I started.

Really?
How long have you been here?

Six years.

Quite a while.

Are you an ex-employee?

Yes, I worked here
for ten years and eight months.

I had your current position,

but things were
different back then.

The computers took ages
to start up

and we used floppy disks.

OK.

Sara, I'll be frank.

We're looking
for a different profile,

a secretary who we can mold
into our vision of things,

a recent graduate,

with exceptional
personal appearance.

But thanks for coming.

I understand, thank you.

I know what that means.

-Hey.
-Tell me.

That lobby out there
used to be part of my office.

I didn't work in a shoe box.

Hey, handsome.

-Hey, you coming?
-I can't, they're coming for me.

Why don't you come back later?

-Hop in now.
-I can't right now.

-Do you want me to get rough?
-OK, wait for me.

-That's how I like it.
-You're nuts, babe.

-Hey. what's up?
-Fine, and you?

Who's he?

Taking a turn?

I said, taking a turn.

I'm just watching.

Watchers are not welcome,
and piss us off.

Or are you scared?

If you don't take a turn,
beat it.

I'm off then.

Dumb-ass Beto,
he thinks he owns the place.

Way cool how you whacked him!

We'd always wanted to, but...

I'm Dariela.

Jonás.

Here they come.

What a pain in the ass.

Enough, buddy.

Watchers are not welcome
and piss us off, right?

-Right?
-That's right.

What happened?

There's a dead man.

Was he assaulted?

Looks like he had
a heart attack.

I saw him
before the police showed up.

The bastard died
with his pants down.

Martínez!

A leopard can't change
its spots.

Good. One less.

Mom?

Mom?

Sara?

Sara?

How did it go, son?

I'll take you to your room.

Don't tell your dad,
he'll give me a tongue-lashing.

I love you, son.

I love you.

Forgive me...

Forgive me, son, forgive me.

The scandals keep on coming
at CODIP.

The supposed
"Police of the Century"

is rapidly turning into
a sad caricature.

As you know,

a few days ago, the body
of Alfonso Duarte was found,

a judge who hardly stood out
for his righteousness,

as pointed out by the media
in several reports,

of having committed
bribery and embezzlement.

It seemed, or so we were led
to believe, that in a way,

his end was a logical
consequence of his actions.

Well, the case has taken
an unexpected turn.

You're about to see
chilling images

of the message found
on the victim's forehead.

"Today I met a girl,
her name is Jimena Guerra".

You heard it right.

The same one
we hadn't heard about

since she let "El Amarillo"
slip from her grasp.

It looks like
the murderer killed the judge

just to call this pretty
young lady's attention.

Chilling, but romantic.
Don't you think?

Now, Jimena Guerra not only
needs to solve a murder,

but also flush out
the secret admirer

who's sending her those little
love messages.

Turn it off.

...if they finally succeed...

I hope the snitch is cashing in.

Because when I find out
who it is, and I will,

he'll be out on the street,

no settlement, no bonus.
No nothing.

Let's see how he finds
another job,

because he'll be
on the blacklist

of every organization.

But Pira is right:

Jimena isn't up to scratch.

I have nothing to prove to you.

If anyone else
has anything to say,

say it to my face.

No? Nobody?

Are you using the notebook
I gave you, Don Pascual?

Yes, doctor.
I write everything down.

Pay the electricity bill,
pick up my laundry,

feed the cat.

The cat?

Yes.

Don Pascual, your cat died.
Don't you remember?

Yes, it's a longstanding habit.

I write everything down, doctor.

The problem is, sometimes

I forget
what I need to write down.

Yesterday, I ran out of gas
in the middle of the highway.

I had to walk for hours.

Don Pascual,
this will happen more often.

You can't get worked up
every time.

I know it's difficult,
but you must try to keep calm.

And do as I tell you.
How does that sound?

-Don Pascual?
-Yes, doctor, whatever you say.

This is what we're going to do.

"No planning ahead"?

You told me
to write down everything.

We're going to change
our approach.

We're at the start
of a new stage of the disease.

Think about what you want to do,
not what you must do.

Write it down in your notebook,
and then do it.

This way you'll only need
to remember things

covering short segments of time.

Like Alcoholics Anonymous:
one day at a time.

You got it.

Don't be obsessive.

Surprise yourself!
Play it by ear!

This will make you more relaxed.

And you'll enjoy things more.

-See you later, doctor
-Take care.

No making plans.

I'd like to use you
as an envelope for this message.

Don't you think, pussycat?

It's movie night for you.
I have new pictures for you.

Nutty mariachi!

Nutty mariachi!

If the shoe fits, wear it,
my mom would say.

Heroes Street.

Nuri.

No, not now.

Thanks, see you tomorrow.

Thought you'd stop by last week.
What took you so long?

I had no reason to come.

And now you do?

I was taught
not to walk away from things.

So, I'm all ears.

They're bullies.

Yes, I know them,
they beat on the other guys.

You'll see,
they'll recognize me.

-Good evening.
-Good evening, sir.

That's Manuel, he's been working
here for 25 years.

He cleans, sweeps and mops.

And he knows the exact dates
of every single guest, by heart,

and all the questions we asked.

When somebody makes a mistake,
he's the first to point it out.

But if you do a good job,
you can feel proud of yourself.

Do you know why?

He's the only one here
really watching.

He knows how to listen.

Well, deep down,
I think we all want to be heard,

feel important, even if it's
only for a split second.

Especially you, I guess.

Am I that obvious?

No, not obvious...

just a prick.

-I like you.
-I don't like you.

You have a strange way
of showing your friendliness.

Why do you have it in for me?

It's nothing against you,
but what you stand for.

I'm just trying to do my job,
just like you.

Your rhetoric
doesn't wash with me.

What rhetoric?

One thing is the dumb-ass
on the screen,

another is the very different
guy talking to you.

You can't believe everything
you see on television.

If you want to continue
bullying me on TV,

go right ahead.

I'll be old news in a few days,
and you?

Are you ready to face a lawsuit
for slander?

Nothing makes ratings go up

like an attack on
the freedom of expression.

Stick to your sensationalist
and lurid reports,

and leave me be.

Don't force me
to investigate you.

Judge Duarte made his fortune

at the earthquake victims'
expense.

Most of the information
was in the archives

that went up in flames,

or that someone set on fire.

How do you know that?

I do my research for
my sensationalist

and lurid reports.

Duarte was a scoundrel.

He unscrupulously turned
the guilty into innocents,

and vice-versa.

Do you know how
he made his fortune?

Selling licenses

to low-income
housing constructors,

without complying
with safety regulations.

Many of the earthquake's
crumbled buildings

were built by companies
he protected.

Are you saying that someone
burned the files

to cover it up?

Or that someone wants
to send you a message.

If you have time,

there's something
I'd like to show you.

Leave me alone!
You always do the same thing!

Get your hands off me!

Could you tell me
the reason for the strike?

Lara, explain it
to the young man, please.

Since nobody's
doing us justice,

Judge Duarte, who sold us out,
should not be sitting pretty

while we were losing
our houses,

our only assets.

It's not fair.

He must pay, too.
He's going to pay.

That was my first investigation.

I was fresh out of college.

Do you think he was killed
by one of the victims

of his wrong-doings?

That guy had been harassing him
for years.

In fact, the government offered
a bodyguard to the judge,

but he refused.
He felt untouchable.

We saw how that turned out.

Do you know where
I can find him?

I heard he spent
a few years in jail,

but I lost track of him
after that.

His name is Rodrigo Lara.

What I remember is
that neither he,

nor any other victim
got any compensation

or were rehoused.

Why are you telling me all this?

I told you that I like you.

Didn't anyone tell you it's rude
to pee in the street

Go to hell.

You could even get fined,
Adrián.

Go to hell!

Do I know you, pal?

I know you
and that's enough for me.

No, wait! Easy. Stay calm.

Zip up or it'll get caught
in the crossfire.

Look pal,
this is all I have on me.

Take it and leave me alone.

Are you calling me a thief?

No, I don't know
who you are, pal.

Do I owe you? What do you want?

You're gonna get
your little outfit dirty.

Who are you, pal?

-Never mind.
-No, please.

It makes no difference whether
your outfit's clean or dirty.