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

Pascualito, what are you doing?

Any idea who could've sent you the message?

The way I see it, you have two options:

Be his prey

or become the hunter.

I've got him.

His name is Erick Santiago Valdez.

Where are you, bastard?

Nice and easy and cooperating, OK?

Dad!

What are you doing here?

We came to see you.

His name is Rodrigo Lara.

Why are you telling me this?

Like I said, I like you.

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

-Your name, please. -Jimena Guerra.

Put it on, please.

Thanks.

BEFORE I FORGET

I told you I'm not taking those damn pills!

I'm just visiting, Mr. Lara.

That would be the first time in all these years.

Jimena Guerra, from CODIP.

What am I accused of now?

I'd like to ask you a few questions

about judge Alfonso Duarte.

Don't mention that damn scoundrel's name!

I heard you harassed him for numerous years.

I harassed him?

That monster made us homeless!

Our building crumbled because of his licenses!

Have you been out in the last few days?

Yeah, sure.

I go running every morning.

I'm training for the marathon.

Any recent visitors?

Look, young lady,

I have no one, got it?

I've been alone since they locked me up

because of that stupid judge

Did you talk to him?

-With Duarte? -Yes.

Luckily, not.

Because if I see him, I'll give him what he deserves.

And I don't care what happens after that. Being like this...

Why all these questions?

Eh?

We're looking for the judge's murderer.

So you finally bit the dust, you son of a motherless goat.

I hope you suffered.

I hope you died scared.

What's up? Where are you going?

To check on my car... There's stuff that could be stolen...

OK, but you can't leave, Pascual.

Don't call me Pascual. I'm your grandpa,

-and I can leave... -No, no, no, wait.

You were unconscious on the street when they found you.

Are you all right? You want me to call someone?

No, no.

Let's go to your room.

The doctors said you were really lucky, Pascual.

Lucky?

Have you any idea how worried we've been these last few hours?

Child...

I'm used to solving my problems on my own.

Where were you last night?

That's my business.

Like it or not, we live with you now.

Either you trust us, or...

All right! All right.

I apologize, OK?

To both of you, all right?

There's something I need to tell you

It's not easy.

It's been really tough, but...

I think you have the right to know.

Know what?

Child, I'm...

I'm...

Dad, where were you?

I'm in love.

I'm madly in love with a woman I met

and yesterday we spent the whole night together in bed.

Does that satisfy your curiosity?

Seriously, dad. Where were you?

I told you, I was with Nuri, making love all night long.

-All night? -Yes, why not?

At your age?

Come on mom, there are pills for that.

Exactly! There are pills for that.

Hey, Jonás.

Hand me my cellphone. It's in my jacket.

Look, Dad,

I really don't get why you won't tell us

what you were up to last night.

Listen to me, what are you doing?

Let me see.

¿Nuri? Darling?

How are you, gorgeous?

Will you give me a minute?

Sorry for talking to you like this,

but I need you to do me a favor.

Look!

Want me to serenade you?

You'll break it.

And what if we sell it?

How much you reckon we'll get for it?

I think, a nice wad of cash.

That's what I thought.

Look.

That guy must be hammered.

My god!

He's dead!

How can they keep people in these conditions?

You know what, Jimena?

Old people, when they reach a certain age,

should be given a break.

Do you think Rodrigo Lara had something to do with the murder?

You know what the problem is with your friend,

the journalist?

He leaps to conclusions.

He's not my friend,

but he's right about one thing:

Rodrigo Lara never hid his contempt for Duarte.

Listen.

that the judge was scheming with contractors

to take advantage of people, comes as no surprise.

That's how the system works.

Corruption, scams and screwing over the weak

are the three pillars of our justice system.

But how could he have killed him in his condition?

I went over the home's archives for the last 5 years

and found nothing.

He never left the place.

It could've been someone who looked like him.

Do you know any similar cases?

But why are the messages for me?

That I don't know.

All I can say is that you must be very careful.

Whoever killed the judge knew him very well.

They knew his routines inside out

and took the necessary time to do it.

Tolsá?

Shot?

Where?

I'm on my way.

Another death?

And another message for me.

Jimena, what do you do when someone writes to you?

My love! What happened?

My God!

He was fresh as a daisy when he left early in the morning.

I swear.

It must have been all his exertions

plus staying up all night.

Sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Nuri Herrera.

You must be little Jonás.

Sara, I've been looking forward to meeting you.

We've got so much to talk about.

Can't you do it outside?

I'd like to have a nap.

Shall I call the doctor?

No, no. I'm fine.

You don't mind, do you, love?

No...

love.

Jonás.

Let's let him rest.

I've also been up all night. I'm sure I'll doze off soon.

"I trust Jimena Guerra only.

She's the only one who understands me".

Continue, please.

We already told you.

We work in this area, from the avenue to the market.

The sooner you cooperate, the sooner you can go.

For the last time, did you notice anything?

We didn't see anything, officer.

We were just sweeping, as usual.

Has the CCTV been checked?

Did they call C5?

Yes, but as usual, those cameras are damn useless.

If you want, you can come over, or I can come to yours.

I can cut the loose ends a bit, clean up those locks...

and you'll end up with lovely curls.

Lucía?

Lucía.

You know? I had a niece called Lucía.

"Lucha".

Don't worry. You'll pull through.

"Lucha".

Just live up to your name: "Fight".

Don't stop fighting.

As if the human trafficking

and the narc's executions weren't enough,

now we have to deal with a serial killer.

I have all my men looking for Erick Santiago,

yet still no trace. Swallowed by the earth!

He'll make a mistake.

Sooner or later he'll slip up. It's a matter of time.

What if we're the ones making a mistake?

Can you be more specific, Guerra?

A highly methodical assassin leaves his prints

not once but twice?

Okay, Princess,

so you're suggesting that we overlook

the only evidence we have?

No. I'm saying we should look into it in more detail.

We have two murders, two messages.

The only link between them are fingerprints

that perfectly match those of an accused murderer,

who avoided going to jail by the skin of his teeth.

What exactly do you think we should

"look into in more detail"?

I don't know.

The fingerprints could be faked

to throw us off the ID and motive

If so, the real killer would be free to kill at his leisure.

Twisted, but interesting.

We won't get anywhere like that, chief.

The case closes when Erick Santiago is arrested.

We have evidence, we have his record.

Don't you remember his file was conveniently left

in the building that somebody set on fire?

That's the thing, Garduño.

It all adds up too nicely, don't you think?

Why don't you enlighten us on what doesn't add up, my love.

Starting off with why those messages are meant for you, eh?

Don't call me "my love".

OK let's drop it, all right?

We can't sit back and wait for this loon to strike again.

So do what you have to do and find Erick Santiago

or whoever killed those two people.

Yes, sir.

How are you feeling?

More comfortable, right?

When my wife was in the hospital,

we had the same issue.

I had to come and tilt her bed at exactly 45 degrees,

because the nurses would always leave it at 30

and she'd get dizzy.

Although staff in these places know how to treat the sick.

Sometimes they come across as a little insensitive.

You're right.

We're all a bit insensitive at times.

We're so vulnerable.

Me, for example,

Why did I get into this?

Am I really doing justice?

Or am I also rotten to the core?

Mr. León? What are you doing here?

I don't know.

Please go back to your room.

This is the second time you've ripped your catheter off.

You had a heart attack, Mr. León.

How many times do I have to tell you

that you need to rest?

A heart attack?

Bye, Luchita.

I knew you'd come back, but not so soon.

I paid your friend Rodrigo Lara a visit.

And?

Did he decide to take justice into his own hands?

I don't think he did it.

He's an old man, he's missing a leg,

and he's been dumped in a home.

I see.

Do you know if there were other cases like his?

I imagine so.

There were many earthquakes after that one,

yet the judge kept selling licenses.

A lot of companies wanted to contribute

to his retirement fund.

-Why didn't you report it? -I did.

I published my first report at the newspaper I worked for.

When you were practicing real journalism?

TV is very different, right?

I'm really sorry my tip offs have been of no use to you.

I imagine you have a theory of your own, right?

The case has taken a turn.

We're dealing with a serial killer.

-He killed a mariachi. -Yes, I know.

How do you know?

I told you, I can investigate too.

I also know there was another message

for you on the body.

Aren't you scared by all this?

What do you do when somebody writes to you?

You answer, don't you?

I need a favor.

Only if you grant me an interview.

I can't, without an authorization.

Come on, off the record.

I'll accost you, ask questions, and you talk while getting away.

What do you say?

Can you put this in your program?

What is it?

A new theory,

to see if the killer changes his MO.

Don't hang up on me, Jacob.

Jacob, don't...

What did he want?

He insists on a divorce, that idiot!

What did you expect?

After all he put up with...

What did he put up with?

Eh, Jonás?

At least it's easier for him. All he has to do is divorce you,

he doesn't have to put up with you.

Jonás.

Jonás.

Can I go now, doctor?

No.

Don't be stubborn, Mr. León.

I have to keep you under observation

today and check on you tomorrow.

I thought the heart attack was a minor one.

It was, but you're elderly.

So, step by step, all right?

The thing is, doctor, I need to look for my car.

I can't remember where I left it,

and my daughter will kill me.

It's a memento of her mom.

Does this happen to you often? To forget things?

No, no, no. Just with the car.

Well, it will turn up soon. Your priority is your heart.

And no, I won't let you go

until we're absolutely sure you're out of danger.

Understood?

Lie down, please.

Let's turn the TV on, take your mind off things,

and no thinking about running away.

If Einstein had lived in Mexico,

he would probably have come up with his Theory of Relativity

much more quickly,

because when the Mexican police springs into action,

a victim can become an aggressor,

and the innocent become guilty.

And apparently that's exactly what's happening

with this individual, Erick Santiago.

He's a despicable killer who clubbed his wife to death,

but, as is often the case in our justice system,

he was released due to lack of evidence.

Authorities now point to him as the main suspect

in the murders of Judge Duarte and the mariachi,

who was found this morning.

But, what if Erick Santiago were just another victim?

Are you feeling OK, Mr. Leon?

A man kidnapped and missing...

Yes, I just remembered something.

The cat needs to be fed.

Ask your daughter, then, but don't move.

Is Erick Santiago a mere façade?

A decoy, a bait or a scapegoat?

Look. That's your theory, right?

Anything is possible here, but...

You see? Not as outlandish as you thought.

Do you know what the best part of this TV drama is?

Knowing the CODIP agents' track record,

our Region 4 Justice League,

we'll never find out who the real culprit is.

Thank you.

Hello. Can I join you?

You can.

Celebrating something?

Well, imagine this is the bar and this is the edge,

and I'm here.

Jump off the pier.

Hey, get this man another tequila, it's on me.

Let's celebrate my getting divorced.

-Welcome to the club. -Really?

What should we feel?

I don't feel anything anymore.

Cheers!

All good.

Cheers.

Cheers.

No, no, no, no.

-Do you have kids? -Yes.

Two. And you?

One.

I saw you coming.

-See ya, buddy. -Take care. Catch you tomorrow.

Yeah, good.

Got you, asshole.

Not so brave now, huh?

Let go of me!

Enough!

Daddy.

Daddy.

There are strangers

I know better than you,

Dad.

Watch out!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Are you OK? Come on, get out.

Are you OK? Hey! Hey!

Bro, call an ambulance. This man is dying.

My car, my car, don't let them take it away!

Don't worry. We'll keep it safe in the garage.

Hello!

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'm sorry, but yesterday I crashed my car

and I was told it was here.

Yeah, they brought one here,

but you'll have to come tomorrow and talk to the boss.

Listen, I'm in a pickle. Well, my daughter's in a mess.

Her husband beat her

and I need to go see her in the hospital.

Give me a hand, please.

I'm afraid I can't.

I'll get in trouble.

For your troubles.

Come on in, quickly.

Thanks.

I don't think we'll find answers in those Jurassic archives.

I don't care what you think, Garduño.

Did you check if the mariachi had anything to do with it?

Forget it. He's not from around here,

he's from a town called Asunción.

What?

Do you know that town?

No.

Never heard of it.

That's him, isn't it? The mariachi?

And this guy?

Judge Duarte.

Could be.

If you manage to find a connection between them.

What are you doing here?

What do you care?

You're right. See ya.

Hey, wait.

This one's cooler.

You always come here at this time?

Sometimes...

It's quiet and...

you can practice.

More observers?

Are you just going to stare at me?

Do you prefer that?

How about we go some place else?

You got a condom?

No, but I'll get one.

Is there anybody there?

You're the old fool who kidnapped me!

Not at all.

I'm the doorman.

Tolsá, sorry if my message wakes you up,

but I have a family emergency and I have to leave.

I know the situation's complicated,

but this really is serious.

I'll be back today.

Sorry.

I'm claustrophobic!

-You're claustrophobic? -Yes.

Being locked up scares you?

I haven't done anything to you.

What do you mean? You left downstairs a mess.

I'm opening the door to take you back, pussycat.

Help!

Please, don't kill me!

I was truly thinking of letting you live.

I thought I could convince you to go to prison.

To...

confess to...

to what you did to your wife.

How you beat her to death with a club,

How you dragged her by the hair all over the house,

how you disfigured her

while she was, I'm sure, begging for her life,

just like you're doing now.

Take me to jail, if you want!

But no.

On one hand,

you're of no use as an alibi anymore.

They already know I kidnapped you.

I'll help you with anything you want!

Please!

That wouldn't be enough.

It would be selfish of me,

killing you just because of that.

Help!

¡No! ¡No!

On the other hand,

I have to think about what's best for you.

You say you're claustrophobic.

Yes.

I guess you would suffer a lot if you were locked up,

in prison.

¡No! ¡No! ¡No! ¡No!

Hi, mom.