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What brings you to Asunción?

Pascual León, son of a...! So glad to see you.

-Who are you? -Julián Baños.

Aren't you happy for me?

Why? You're a cop.

Sorry, I didn't recognize you!

Let me kill myself.

Nuri, I'm sorry. I hope I can make it up to you.

Are you Pascual and Almudena's daughter?

Yes.

Thought you didn't like him?

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.

What happened down the road? Who burned the house?

All of us.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIMENA

I see you brought your guitar, Pedrito.

Are you going to serenade us?

And you, Pascualito, will you?

Hit it.

Cheers.

Jimena.

Good morning.

Hi.

I made coffee.

Thanks.

How did you know?

Know what?

That it was my birthday yesterday.

I didn't know.

Jimena.

Jimena.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIMENA

BEFORE I FORGET

He opened the door, he didn't force it.

Damn. I have to change my home security system.

What's he doing?

Answering me.

I don't know.

I don't... I don't know what I'm supposed to remember.

He's challenging us.

Us?

He dragged the corpse all the way here, didn't he?

Either he was tailing you all the way here, or...

Or he knew you were going to show me.

What are you doing?

Letting Tolsá know.

Is it wise to tell him you spent the night here?

What shall we do, then? Your house is full of cameras.

You could lose your job, and me mine.

We have no choice, Pira.

Jonás.

Dad, breakfast is ready.

Dad.

Jonás, I'm going to be late.

Your breakfast will get cold.

There you go.

What's all this?

Are you OK, mom?

Well.

I just felt like cooking, that's all.

You know I don't eat this much so early.

I made it with chives and chili, just how you like it.

And you? What put you in such a good mood?

I got a job.

Great news, child.

Where?

It's a surprise. I'll tell you over dinner,

let's go out tonight to a nice restaurant.

Don't leave us guessing, tell us now.

No.

Here's the address. I'll see you there at eight.

OK.

I'm off, it's my first day and I don't want to be late.

But where are you going?

Hey, you study hard, we'll know on Thursday

whether you got into the Prep school.

Please, don't be late, dress smart,

and be in the mood to celebrate.

Hit the books!

You know why police women shouldn't have so much power?

Their priorities lie elsewhere.

Jimena, tell us what happened, for the report.

What were you doing? What position were you in?

Against the wall or on your knees worshiping?

You screwed up the case, Jimena Guerra.

Now you're gonna be fired!

For negligence, for being a whore!

How will you explain this? What explanation will you give?

Is your source Jimena Guerra?

No.

Can I go now?

You know I didn't do anything. You have the CCTV files.

The information you broadcasted must have come from the police.

That's a criminal offense, you know?

You can't make me reveal my sources.

Is your source Jimena Guerra?

No.

I don't mix my work with my private life.

Instead of treating me like a criminal,

why don't you look for the nutcase

who put a dead body in my pool?

We're on the same side, remember?

No, Pira, no.

We're not on the same side.

You've been using us to boost your two-bit journalist career

and to line your pockets.

Maybe I learned from you all.

Zampayo.

You think I don't know how venal journalists like you operate?

Some pay you to speak well of them.

Others pay so you don't release dirt on them.

I could easily charge you with extortion.

Why have you got it in for me, Tolsá?

I'm doing nothing unusual. If you mess up,

I put it on air, then we go back to being friends.

You're annoying me.

You don't want to see my bad side.

Yes, I'd like to, Tolsá.

You won't be laughing when everyone

finds out the latest victim ended up in your pool.

You wouldn't dare go public with that info. Or would you?

It doesn't suit either of us.

Who stands to lose the most?

CODIP, who is already under the gun,

thanks to your reports?

Or the combative journalist,

who's been slinging mud at Jimena Guerra for weeks

while banging her in private? Eh?

How you doing, Gabo?

Fine.

How's that tongue?

Everything OK with your tongue?

You didn't let it run off again?

I... I don't understand, Mateo. What are you talking about?

Well, Jimenita's been coming around lately,

and I wouldn't want you blabbing about the abandoned house.

No... I would never talk about that.

Let me see your tongue.

Your tongue.

Your tongue.

Show me your tongue!

If I hear that you let it slip, I'll cut it off, OK, Gabo.

Is that clear?

It's about time you put that girl in her place...

she's very nosy.

It goes against all ethics.

Jimena Guerra should be fired from CODIP.

We could even press charges!

That's going too far, Garduño.

Me?

Jimena's sleeping with the journalist

who slings mud at us every day on national TV.

Do you still doubt who's leaking the information?

You filed a motion against her without my consent,

you disregarded my authority.

So that's the real problem!

Guerra slipped up. But you, man,

you turned us into a laughing stock.

Because of you, CODIP is a gossip nest.

-Because of me? -Damn right.

Jimena's the one leaking information!

She's important to the murderer, therefore, to the case,

therefore, to us. Is that clear enough?

Why do you stand up for her so much, chief?

Because she's a woman?

I need you to find the report for me, please.

-Guerra. -What is it?

You were right.

The murderer we're looking for is somebody else.

Look. It's Erick Santiago's body.

Are you his source?

No.

Is it you, Guerra?

If you've betrayed my trust, I...

I said no, Tolsá.

It's not me.

We're holding a press conference.

It's crucial that we look united.

The Secretary of Homeland wants to see us first.

We're meeting with him in fifteen minutes.

You're not going to ask me to quit?

I don't care about your private life and your fooling around.

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Guerra is staying on the case. But we're going to change tack.

We need to stay a step ahead.

Why is Guerra still on the case, if I may ask, Commander?

For obvious reasons, Garduño. The murderer is focused on her.

So, we're going to use her as bait?

-Not exactly... -Yes, Commander.

It's good that everyone be clear about it.

That's the attitude I expect from you, gentlemen.

It's important to remember that we're facing a dangerous killer.

Methodical, cold.

Determined to achieve his objective,

no matter the difficulties.

As he just proved to us,

by rubbing Erick Santiago's corpse in our faces.

From now on, Zampayo is your partner, Guerra.

What about me?

You'll help us out with other cases, Garduño.

Very well, gentlemen.

Information released to the press must be clear,

concise, and backed up.

The press conference is at 20:00.

Thank you, sir.

Tolsá.

I have important information you should know about the case.

Both, the judge and the mariachi,

are somehow connected to a town called Asunción de La Sal.

So?

I lived there when I was little.

And you're telling me only now?

Is that where you've been these last days?

I've got a theory.

If we leave now, we can be back for the conference.

Damn it, Jimena. This is not a game. What's up?

Do you expect to find answers in that lousy reporter's bed?

I thought you could handle this. Was I wrong?

Sorry to interrupt.

Another mouse has apparently fallen into our pussycat's trap.

Shall we?

Today's your turn, little one.

Shall we try with a hammer?

We want to open it, not break it.

Who's gonna notice?

Just knock it down already!

Wait, almost there.

Pascual taught me when I was a kid.

I thought nobody lived here.

Did you put him there?

No way!

As we told your colleagues,

we were looking for a spot to do our video.

We found him lying there so we made the most of the "gift".

You saw a dead man and thought

that doing your video there would get more "likes"?

But we didn't touch him!

We were careful not to tamper with the crime scene.

Right, guys?

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Bonete.

No need to be so formal, Sara.

Olmo is fine.

-As you wish, sir. -First-name terms, please.

Sure, thank you.

I see that you're settling in.

I've been told this brings luck and good vibes.

But, if Mr...

I mean, if you don't like it,

and it goes against company rules, I'll put it away.

A lot of people don't care much for these kinds of... amulets.

But, I do.

What really matters in this company is the...

employees' appearance.

Tomorrow, please wear something less... modest.

Do you catch my drift?

Santa María de la Ribera, 185.

IF HE'S NOT THERE, I'LL SPARE HIM HIS LIFE.

Yes?

Oh, sorry. I think I rang the wrong apartment, apologies.

Pascual León?

Pedro?

I'm Priscilla now,

or at least I try to be.

I'm Pascual, still.

You haven't changed a bit, you rascal, how do you do it?

Come here.

-How are you? -Very well, and you?

What a surprise!

How long has it been, Pascual?

Well, the last time we saw each other

was at Alberto's funeral.

No, it was after that.

At my nephew's primary graduation.

Now he's almost finished law school.

Following in your footsteps, right?

I don't practice anymore, since...

Now I'm Priscilla Romo,

"The Voice of The Heart".

I don't mean to brag, but I'm doing well.

I've even got a fan club.

Speak your mind, Pascual,

then we can move on to more important things.

-Since when do you... -When?

I was always like this,

but I came out the closet around eight years ago.

To be honest, I never felt... how can I put it?

At peace within myself.

I understand you more than you think.

Congratulations, then, Priscilla.

And here's to the brave.

Good evening.

Before the press arrive,

and in light of a new development,

I asked officer Guerra to bring us up to speed on the case.

The first victim was Judge Alfonso Duarte.

After that, the mariachi,

Adrián Martínez López.

Despite being from totally different backgrounds,

they both have a connection.

The weapons used, in both cases, were stolen from the courthouse

that was burned down.

This leads us to believe that the killer

is linked to that crime, too.

Messages addressed to me were also found,

with this man's fingerprints:

Erick Santiago.

We now know that he was also a victim of our killer.

He was used to trick us,

then killed when he was no longer useful.

He was dumped with a message at Francisco Pira's house.

Why don't you explain why you were at Pira's house

while the murderer deposited the corpse at his door?

There's another connection between the victims:

Both the mariachi and the judge were present, at some point,

in a town in the suburbs called Asunción de La Sal.

I lived there as a child.

Well, yet another thing you were keeping to yourself.

Quiet, Garduño, for God's sake.

Must I remind you you're off the case?

She withheld nothing.

I was totally in the loop. Shush!

I lived there a couple of years.

Then my mother found another job and we moved.

I was sent to a boarding school.

Mom retired and moved back to the village,

where she now lives with her partner.

The theory that Asunción holds the key to all the crimes

is reinforced by today's discovery of another victim,

Julián Baños.

He didn't live in Asunción, but he had a business there.

What about the messages he leaves for you?

What's your theory on their meaning?

He might just want to catch my attention

or kill me too.

CODIP MORGUE

Yes?

Still impressive.

He's very clean.

Yet again, not a single trace.

Nothing?

-Not even under his nails? -Nothing.

The coroner's report states he was bathed in chlorine.

The only thing the body tells us, is that

he was tied up for a long time.

Oh, and there's one more thing.

-What? -I'd never seen this before.

-What's this? -Cat food.

He was stuffed with cat food.

What a bastard.

Enough, enough. I'm done.

No more.

What do you mean?

The best was yet to come.

I won't say no to this.

I'll grab some lemons.

And...

Has anyone claimed this handsome widower's heart?

Yes, someone has.

Tell me everything.

I adore love stories.

She is very nice.

I like her.

And she likes me.

But?

I have Alzheimer's,

and it's progressing fast.

Is that why you came?

To remember?

Those were nice times.

But Asunción de la Sal was a dull village.

Closed.

With all those silences and all those memories

locked up inside the walls.

A living hell.

It pains me what you're going through, Pascual.

Really.

Thanks.

You'll be alright.

You'll see.

You'll be alright.

Wow, that tequila made me dizzy!

Look.

I threw away almost all of Pedro's photos,

but I kept this one because...

it reminds me that it wasn't all bad.

Look at us, all smiles.

Since then, I knew what I wanted.

Each new girlfriend,

each new relationship, was worse than the one before it.

I've only slept with one woman and it was so...

...disgusting?

Do you regret it?

No.

For something like that?

I told you, Pascual, this world is not for cowards.

What's gotten into you, Pascual?

-No! -You're right.

This world is not for cowards.

Good evening.

There's been a spate of murders over the last few weeks

that has sparked the nation's interest and concern.

The public, rightfully, demands answers.

This press conference was not held sooner

to be sure that all information

was fully verified.

Today, we have new key evidence

that we would like to share with you.

Yesterday, the dead body of our main suspect in the case,

Erick Santiago, was found.

Far from being a setback in the case,

the discovery offers two certainties:

First, the fire in the courthouse

was the murderer's doing,

with the aim of destroying Erick Santiago's file.

Second, the murderer is starting to slip up.

Santiago's body has provided crucial information,

about the identity of the killer.

We're hunting him down and hope to identify him soon.

Thank you.

What kind of traces did you find, Commander?

All I can tell you for now is that we have a CCTV recording

of the murderer in a cat outfit.

-A cat? -Yes, a cat.

The murderer uses a cat costume.

Can you tell us where Erick Santiago's body was found?

Yes, I can. We found it in a pool...

What can you tell us about the last body,

found just this morning, with another message

for Jimena Guerra?

Why do you call us for a press conference,

yet you hold back on key information?

At this stage we ca...

Or maybe the cat is giving you the runaround, Tolsá?

In order to avoid hampering the investigation,

we can neither confirm nor deny the information.

Who is the latest victim? Do you know his identity?

We'll let you know as soon as we have the coroner's report.

That's all for now, thank you.

-What did the message say? -Thank you for coming.

Interesting meeting.

Pira.

I'll wait in the van.

Where did you get that information?

I used it to stop my colleagues

from asking questions that put us on the spot.

Thanks, but I can take care of myself.

Why be like that? I got us out of a tight spot, didn't I?

We both know you're doing it to cover your own ass.

I'm sorry you see it that way.

How did you know about the new corpse?

Who's your inside source?

Jimena, I'm doing my job.

You know I can't reveal my sources.

Do you know what my coworkers are saying about me?

That I'm the snitch.

Are we going?

Tolsá wants to see you.

We said no personal interviews.

Only those at the meeting knew that.

Guerra!

He's calling you.

How old were you when you left the village?

Nearly 12.

Why didn't you like Asunción?

I never said I didn't like it.

It's plain to see. Am I mistaken?

They're very close-minded. They don't appreciate outsiders.

All villages are a bit like that, right?

That doesn't make them serial killer dens.

I'm not saying it's a den,

but I do think Asunción has the clue to all those crimes.

You'll understand that when I show you.

Jimena.

They all think I'm defending you because of the gender quota.

They're idiots. They know it's not true.

Shall we?

Jonás is crazy about skateboarding. Right, son?

We built the skate park under the San Cosme bridge.

Have you been there?

Yeah, I go every day.

Sorry.

Sorry, sorry for being late, but...

the traffic's awful this time of day,

and those idiots close off the only road to Chapultepec

without telling us where to go.

Let me give a big hug to the great Pascual, darn it!

It's me, Olmo Bonete.

From Asunción de la Sal.

Don't you remember him, dad?

Maybe not me, but a big-headed kid with lots of hair.

I would never leave your house

because of your wife's lemon cake.

Yes.

Yes. It's been a long time

and you've grown... a lot, young man.

What's this place?

Fifteen years ago, a family lived here.

One night, a mob came from the village

and they burned the house down.

Die!

Kill them!

With the family inside?

These dishes have such funny names,

Not sure how to say them. How do I order?

Then order everything, Pascual!

For you, anything you want.

-It's my treat. -No, no.

I'll pay my-- our share.

I owe my life to this man.

When I got to Asunción, I was just a kid.

I didn't have anyone, I had arrived from an orphanage.

I ran away, and I walked along the main road,

until I got to Asunción de la Sal.

And there, all of them became my first family.

People in Asunción can be very cruel.

But, it's odd that nobody ever mentions the fire.

Do you think that...

the people who burned the house down

are the people our "cat" has been executing?

You're going to burn, bastard! Rip his balls off!

No, I just think Judge Duarte was involved.

He might have just thrown out the investigation's file.

Sure.

I'm not saying that the judge took part in the fire, but...

given his profile, he might have

protected the people who did it, right?

And the man that looked out for me the most

was this man here.

And now, he won't allow me to treat him to dinner.

Dad!

You really kept that under wraps, eh, Pascual!

He's your grandfather. Show him some respect.

Well, these things sometimes happened in Asunción de la Sal.

What do you mean, "sometimes"?

That village... is really special.

Full of hardworking people.

I'd do anything for them, not to mention you, Pascual.

Whatever you need, just let me know.

Dad, Olmo set up a fund for Asunción de la Sal.

It's nothing. A fraction of what you all gave me.

He's too humble, but he's built hospitals, rural schools...

All he cares about is helping people.

The idea of having dinner to celebrate my new job was his.

Yes.

I'm so glad to see that you're just as...

she describes you.

I learned from the best.

You came back.

Yes.

And with backup.

No, Robles, with heavy artillery.

Listen... thanks.

A thank you from Guerra? That's new.

I couldn't have done this on my own.

You know you can count on me.

But I do hope your hunch is right.

We're running out of time.

I found something.

FIRE INCIDENT REPORT

It's the file of the fire incident.

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