All language subtitles for Before.I.Forget.S01E03.Episode.3.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-TEPES_track3_[eng]

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.