Live in Santiago Park right now,
we've come to get the man-on-the-street perspective
on how people are feeling now that The Undresser
is finally off the streets and no longer a threat.
It's a big relief,
because now we can go out again at night
without fear.
We thank God he was caught. We prayed for it.
What I want to know is--
Why'd it take so long to find this guy anyway?
As a policewoman, you must be twice as excited
now that The Tlalpan Undresser has finally been captured.
I think my fellow citizens will feel like it's much safer for us to go outside.
It's just a media circus designed by the government to distract us
from the issues that are actually having a daily impact.
I'm relieved especially for the victims' families.
It's crucial that we lock up every sicko out there.
I'm just glad we don't have to be scared to go out anymore.
He didn't face justice, and he should have.
Yes, well, The Undresser decided to take his own life.
Mmm, I know that, but--
Do we know if he really was The Undresser?
I gotta say, I'm happy they got him. It's about time.
We can have some peace around here.
Mom, if you're watching, we're all safe now. I love you!
Still, we should pray that God will show him some mercy.
I have three daughters, and I feared something was going to happen to them.
I guess the police did well.
What if he didn't do it?
What is this? You wanna scare everyone?
This piece is supposed to be a feel-good story.
Let's just go. I'm sorry.
What? You could have smiled more.
It'll look better on camera.
You know I'm right.
[Valentina groans]
Well, what are you standing there for?
Let's go. We're on patrol.
[breathing shakily]
[gasps]
[banging]
[breathes shakily]
[banging]
[banging continues]
[muffled screaming]
It's all right. I'll get you out of here.
[gasping]
[clock ticking]
[Gerardo] Why did you do this to them, Tito?
Look at it, you bastard! Take a good look, because you'll pay for this!
-You're going to sign! -[phone rings]
Oh! I got startled.
What's wrong? Nothing. I don't know where my head's at.
[phone ringing]
I didn't sleep very well.
Hello?
Mr. Cabos. What a nice surprise.
No, you're not interrupting anything. Yes, he's here. One minute.
[clears throat] Goodbye.
Morning, Mr. Cabos. How are you? Well, I trust?
I'm very well. Thank you, sir.
This evening, eight o'clock. Perfect.
I appreciate it. Thank you. See you then.
[María] And? [sighs]
He's inviting us to dinner tonight. To dinner?
Yes, you and me, his wife and nobody else.
[gasps, chuckles] At their home.
Do you think that...
Of course I do, darling. No, no, no.
Oh, my God! Yes! No, no, no, please.
So exciting! Just no, no, no. It's not a victory yet.
We don't know what he wants.
After I delegated Acapulco, I thought--
Honey, the job is yours. I'm sure of it.
We don't know yet. [Alex] What's yours? I don't understand.
You see, your father is getting a well-deserved promotion at the office.
No, we don't know.
I think he needs a hug from you guys.
[both] Congratulations, Dad!
[María] Yes, my dear. Well...
[Alex] I'm sure you'll get it. [Alejandro chuckles]
Hey, does that--
So you won't have to go to work ever again, right?
No, my boy. I'm going to keep working at my job.
-Alex? Alex! -Alex. Alex!
Well, finish your breakfast.
Um... So, we're on for tonight? Yes, my love.
That's the plan. Uh, we should arrive by eight.
Eight sharp. We can't be late. Yes. Of course.
[Ángeles] Hello. My name is María de la Torre. How are you?
Why, yes, we can go out to dinner tonight.
[chuckles]
[grandmother] Ángeles, come to breakfast!
-How's work going? -I get paid on Friday.
Mmm. Wasn't asking about that.
How about your friends?
Mmm, I'm not sure they're my friends, Grandma, but they are my coworkers.
Hmm.
Are there men there too?
As in, men at the police department?
Yes. Plenty. The majority are men.
Is there someone you like? Some kind of boyfriend, I don't know.
I don't want you to be alone.
I'm not alone. I'm with you.
[chuckles] Yes, but a grandmother is very different
from having a man to walk beside you.
Like a partner.
I have to leave.
Ángeles?
Yes?
Would you like to have a boyfriend?
Mm-hmm.
Yes.
I would.
[grunts]
[Valentina] How long have you been awake? [yawns]
For a while. Hmm.
Were you cleaning?
Valentina, your place was in chaos.
But it's my chaos. Next time, just ask, okay?
Once my dad forgives me, I'll move out of here. [chuckles]
Your dad doesn't strike me as the type who forgives easily.
You'll see. He was just upset. He hit you in the face.
Because I lied.
In my family, we are very traditional. But we're very close.
We love one another.
[sighs]
As long as you pay half the rent and don't clean anything,
you can stay as long as you want, okay?
[phone rings]
[groans]
Is he drunk?
I'm hungover looking at him. [scoffs]
Change of plan.
Going forward, you will alternate
between here at the station and the parks.
Well, and a few other spots.
[Valentina] Why?
-Who asked that? -I did.
-Boss's orders. -Is it because we found a corpse?
-You found a corpse? -Yes, we found a corpse.
If they caught The Undresser, why can't we patrol in the park?
This is bullshit. First we can't carry guns. Then we find a body.
And now we can't be in the park?
Would you like to round us all up
and lock us up in a closet?
Just you.
Hey, but that's some good news.
The station is where all the real action's at.
Right, Captain?
Let me explain how these morning meetings
are supposed to work.
I give you orders and you follow them.
Without complaint.
Without suggestions, questions, or any fucking debates!
[sighs]
Each group was assigned a district.
Check the list outside.
[cadet scoffs] [Carrión groans]
It's really not so bad, hmm?
Our assignment is here.
What exactly are we doing?
Well, I suppose we're offering to help out.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease!
Mm-hmm! [phone rings]
[groans] We've had this discussion a thousand times, I swear.
[sighs] Yes.
[sighs]
Uh-huh.
Yes, of course I'm still listening.
[sighs] It's--
Uh, what does your mother have to do with any of this?
My daughter?
Listen.
If you think I'm about to let your mother
decide what to do with my daughter...
Just hold on.
Can you stop loitering?
It's annoying.
Sure.
What?
Today we're supposed to be offering our help.
Do you need any help?
Will you leave if I say yes?
If what you're needing from me is to go somewhere else, the answer is yes.
Then yes.
I'll call you later, sweetie.
-[Gabina] Hey, Díaz. -What's up, Gabina?
Just offering my help, as a colleague,
for any projects.
I see. Mm-hmm. Yeah.
I have read the police manual several times,
and I know how to lead an investigation, and hand-to-hand combat,
and the most important thing, I work well under pressure.
Yeah. Yeah, I get it.
You know, there is something you can help me with.
So this is real action, huh? [scoffs] [spoon clinks]
[Gabina scoffs]
Can I take one, sis? Later.
[Díaz] You see? It's nice having policewomen around.
[Lozano chuckling]
Hey, thanks. Here.
[Gabina] Sure.
Is there anything else you needed? [Díaz] Hmm.
For example, maybe some actual police work? [chuckles]
Wait. The fucking stacks.
Hey, that's right.
Turns out we do have something for you.
Hey, lunch is on you, yeah?
Third time this week. No way. It's your turn.
[laughing]
What's this? Stacks of files.
We got 1964 through 1965 right here.
They need sorting so we can archive them.
Alphabetically, by date. So...
All right, let's get sorting. Uh-uh. Not here.
[Lozano] Hey-- Yeah. Only after they're sorted.
You heard her. Sort them and come back.
So, are we being assigned an office?
Um... Not exactly.
Your captain should have discussed that with the chief.
So where are we supposed to work?
Well, for all I care, work in the fucking toilet.
Don't leave till it's finished.
Clock out for lunch? Yeah, sure.
What do you want?
Nothing. I wanted to see if you needed any help.
No, I don't need your help, thank you. You may leave.
Was I unclear? Come with me.
I--
Detective. Yes.
I understand
you found the young man's fingerprints
on the park victim's body.
That's right.
Do you know if his prints
were found on the others?
That is confidential information.
It's none of your business.
I get that, sure, but, since the case is cracked
and The Undresser is dead,
I just thought that I could pick up some tips.
You want a tip?
Look.
This is what criminals are capable of.
You shouldn't leave your house.
[Gabina] Let's go. Come on. [María] What's that?
[Valentina] Told ya. They treat us like slaves, not like cops.
Tomorrow we'll be mopping floors.
It says they found prints in the mud
as well as on the victim's body.
And he was arrested in the park.
Where he worked.
Would any of you choose to dump a victim
at your place of work?
[Gabina scoffs] I wouldn't kill anyone.
Yes, we know that, Ángeles. But the point is, don't you wanna be certain?
What the fuck is all this?
I've been searching everywhere for you.
We're just defending the city, Captain. Can't you tell? [scoffs]
This is the task we were assigned.
[Gabina] They said they had no room for us.
Goddamn it.
[Valentina] You know, if he were sober, he'd be a handsome guy.
[chuckles] [elevator bell dings]
[Valentina] Well, I don't know about you, but I for one wanna be certain
Tito Flores was The Undresser.
[María] Really?
Oh, yeah.
You must have picked something up from all those crime novels.
Right, María?
I say we kick the hornet's nest and see what happens.
What do you have in mind?
Ángeles, you worked in the fingerprint department.
You should check if Margarito's fingerprints
are on the other bodies.
But that is against protocol.
Wait just a second.
I think it's better to listen to what my brother said.
It sounds unfair, but-- he's a good cop
and he would never arrest someone without any evidence.
One day you'll grow up, Gabina.
You should check those fingerprints out. No one'll even know it.
I'm gonna know it.
[Valentina] I know you'll know it.
I'm talking about the dicks upstairs.
If we discover anything, we have to go straight to Gerardo.
That's protocol.
Just because there are no prints doesn't mean he didn't murder them.
Jessica Machado believes she saw her sister
get into a car with a white roof the night she was killed.
The day they arrested Tito, they mentioned his mother.
Let's ask her some questions.
She was wearing what? Well, that is just like her.
Detective Sanchez or Ramirez need the directions
to the next of kin for the suspect, so we--
I'm a little tied up at the moment. Hmm.
[chuckles]
I have a problem.
Check this out.
If I don't get these things to the next of kin,
I'm gonna get fired.
The worst part will be
when I tell them it was all because a female employee
was making a personal call during work.
Huh. It isn't a personal call.
I don't care if you call fucking Santa Claus.
There's a patrol car outside right now that doesn't know where it's going.
How can I help?
The address of Margarito Flores.
Who is that?
[chuckles] And what's your name?
Chela. Chela.
Mm-hmm.
Margarito Flores is The Undresser.
Okay. I'll help you.
Thank you.
Captain. [drawer sliding]
I just wanted to let you know we're clocking out for lunch.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't need to know.
-Just go. -All right.
De la Torre.
María, if you please.
When I hear "de la Torre", I think of my husband.
Well, um, um, María.
Look.
I know that it seems like you're not wanted here.
[chuckles] That's because we're not.
Well, sure.
Right.
They're living in an outdated mindset.
They didn't see all your hard work like I did.
You know, I remember my first time here in the station.
I was 24 years old, just a pup. I was so excited--
Captain. What is it?
My colleagues are waiting on me to go to lunch.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Be my guest. I'll see you later.
Thank you.
Let's go.
I'm not going. Why not?
My family, they're all just waiting for me to mess up
to prove I shouldn't be here, and I won't give them the chance.
-Who will ever know? -My brothers will.
And the victims? [elevator door opens]
Aren't we police officers because of them?
It's fine. Look, you continue with the archives.
It buys us more time. Okay?
No, it's not fine.
What?
Oh! That woman's a real pain in the ass.
I bet she's not even a widow. Her husband's just gone into hiding.
How do you stand her?
Well, uh, because we built a dynamic where she trusted me
and was comfortable with me, hmm?
And you'll just have to have some patience.
I promise she'll get used to it.
Or come with me to Acapulco this weekend--
No. We'll take her out to dinner.
You introduce me, tell her I'm not a dickhead...
No, I'm not going to Acapulco. ...and I know what I'm doing.
-Alejandro, come on. -It's unnecessary.
It's more necessary than you think. No, it is not.
-Listen. [sighs] It's necessary-- -I want to be with my family.
I promised them. A promise I intend to keep.
So what don't you get?
It's a promise that jeopardizes our office.
We will lose the project. So fuck your promises, Alejandro.
So fuck nothing. Miguel--
Look-- The project is yours to finish now.
So you're going to Acapulco.
And you're going to handle all the client's concerns,
however you have to do it, Miguel.
Please.
All right.
I'll handle it. All right.
Congrats on tonight, by the way.
You earned it.
Patience.
[radio host] The First Lady urged everyone,
even as we celebrate the capture of The Undresser,
to take a moment for reflection.
She asked that we remember the victims,
especially the most recent, Paola Machado.
Her burial is tomorrow at Panteón Garden at ten o'clock a.m.
[clicks button] Hey, I was listening to that.
Sorry. I'm trying to read this goddamn map.
Do we need to stop and ask?
No. Get real.
I don't wanna get us lost.
I'm sure we're not lost.
Some of the streets just have different names
than what's on this map, that's all.
Then we are very lost.
I think you'll wanna hang a left.
You think?
Wanna switch seats or what?
[scoffs] You're not driving my car.
Then stop fucking around and turn left. Come on. Go. Go, go, go.
We're here.
[María] Mrs. Norma Hidalgo Juarez? We're from the police.
Just go away if you don't mind.
[Valentina] We just have a few questions. Please.
So you can keep lying about my son? Is that right?
No, that's just it. We wanna know the truth. Ma'am!
Fuck this. Goddamn it.
Mrs. Norma. We don't believe that your son killed any of those women.
My son was no murderer, miss. He was a good person.
Maybe you can help us prove his innocence.
I was wondering when you'd come and visit me.
Are there copies of the fingerprints of The Undresser's victims?
And why do you need 'em?
It's not against protocol. But for now it has to be secret.
You've only been working as a cop for a few days
and you're already keeping secrets?
I have copies of all the prints.
You taught me that one. Or do you think I forgot?
Let's see.
How's everything going with your new colleagues?
I'm really still trying to understand them.
They're a bit unusual.
Hmm. Well, that's fine. They'll get to know you.
It happened with us.
Here.
Thank you. Mm-hmm.
He wasn't born like that. He was kicked in the head by a horse.
At the ranch owned by my brother.
The doctor said that a few more inches to the left
and Tito would have been decapitated.
And what changed after the accident?
Everything. His whole life changed.
He could no longer move. He could barely speak.
And he was rejected at school, you know.
They really weren't sure what to do with him.
What about your son's past criminal record?
He has no criminal record. Are you kidding?
That's a lie, just another lie about my poor son!
There's a park nearby.
And my Tito, he spent countless hours sitting on the swings relaxing.
It was there he met Inés.
She was 13 years old, but for Tito she was like his big sister.
So, one day, Inés gave him a flower.
My Tito wanted to kiss her.
He was just a teenager himself.
It was a mistake.
Then her mother, she pressed charges against Tito.
He abused her sexually, she had said.
So they dragged him off to jail.
It took about a month to get him out.
And once he returned...
I knew something had happened to him in there.
He never spoke again.
And how did your son get to his work? Did he drive?
Oh, miss.
He wasn't even skilled enough to hold a pencil.
I would walk him to the bus station.
And I walked him back.
Because I could tell that he couldn't remember any of the bus routes.
He would not have been able to learn to drive a car.
Give me just a minute.
Could you help me find a pair for this stiletto?
Please, not today. I have a lot of work to do.
And I'm a customer looking for a pair of stilettos.
You're denying me service? [chuckles]
What size?
What size are you?
Size 23.
Oh.
Your feet look so dainty. Beautiful.
Hey, come on.
I'm sorry. Hmm?
Let's make a deal.
I'll buy you a pair of shoes, which will make your boss very happy.
And you wear them to dinner with me, which will make me very happy.
Everyone wins. [chuckles]
Look, I've told you over and over again
that I am not interested, thanks.
You're not into men? Don't be an ass.
You'll regret this.
[employee sighs]
What'd he say?
I'm going to regret it, he says.
[both giggle]
Why not go out with him?
You'll never have to work another shift here again.
I'm not interested. How about that?
Well, it's not like you have a long list of suitors, Alma.
Don't be so picky. But it's your life.
[whispers] He's coming.
I'd like these.
In size 23!
Commander Herrera. Good to see you again.
You don't look your age. Who said you could sit down?
[Octavio clears throat]
My officers need a space in which to work.
Is the park sufficiently large enough for them or no?
Well, Chief Escobedo assigned them here.
And you're chief of the station--
My sole job and responsibility here at the station
is to get everyone involved with investigations
and catching the fucking criminals,
not indulging the stupid whims of some politician
trying to show off his campaign promises.
Commander, with all due respect,
I'm not blind.
I personally trained each one of them.
And I have to say that group has some real police officers in it.
Including your daughter.
Do you have any children?
[clears throat]
I-- I, uh-- No, no, I don't.
Obviously not.
Otherwise you'd understand
that I'm not proud to see my only daughter
just running amok in the fucking streets of this dangerous city
wearing a goddamn miniskirt.
[all chuckling, chattering]
[officer] Like I said, I wrote it all down on the list.
Since when do we invite a beat cop to sit at a table full of detectives anyway?
Never. Detective, do you have a minute?
[Lozano] You finished sorting the files?
This is more important, sir.
You don't tell me what's important.
-I will tell you what's important. -[Gerardo] Lozano, take it easy, man.
Ladies, as you can see, we're busy. Speak.
Margarito Flores.
-What of him? -He is not The Undresser.
And we can prove it.
[Gerardo] You have evidence? [María] Yes.
[Lozano, Díaz chuckle]
You assholes. Which one of you did this?
[Lozano] Díaz, it was you, right? Was it you? Or was it you?
Come on. Look at your face.
It wasn't me, dickhead.
Yeah, I know you did it. Come on.
It's not a prank.
Oh, it's not a prank? [Valentina] No.
Mm-hmm.
Let's see the evidence.
[María] Of course, sir.
Margarito Flores was diagnosed with an irreparable injury to his cerebellum
which controls the fine motor skills.
That's why he couldn't grab the pen to sign his confession.
And he couldn't tie up six victims with rope.
Nineteen sets of chaotic prints on the last victim's arms.
No prints found on the neck, wrists or on the ankles,
despite the fact that she was tied up and strangled.
To the contrary, these areas were flawless.
No one who pays such attention to detail would slip up like that.
[María] His mom told us that he couldn't drive.
He couldn't use the bus without his mother escorting him.
So explain to me how he got himself to each location,
murdered all of these people,
then vanished without leaving a single trace of evidence, sir.
The likeliest scenario is this. He was at the park where he was employed.
During his rounds, he found the body.
He thought she was alive and tried to wake her up,
leaving fingerprints on her arms.
When he realized she wasn't alive,
he fled, leaving behind a boot print in the mud.
So you did your research. Hmm.
That is correct, sir.
[clears throat]
You could learn something.
Gentlemen.
This is how you do an investigation.
Romandía! Come here.
What is it?
Nothing. I just... want to congratulate you.
See, these three subordinates of yours--
conducted an unauthorized investigation,
they broke every chain of command to do so,
and with the gumption to tell me to my face
that I arrested an innocent person.
We were only trying to-- Shh.
Keep quiet right now. Yes?
When addressed by a superior, maintain silence.
That goes for you and for you.
Unless we tell you otherwise.
So you went to visit his mom.
And what did you expect that poor lady to tell you about her son, hmm?
Other than to make you believe he's not the killer?
Sure, and the prints.
By the way, very nice work.
Well done. There's just one thing.
Killers are not perfect criminals.
They make mistakes. And that is how we can catch these guys.
Got that?
I don't give a fuck if this is Escobedo's progressive pet project right now.
I will file insubordination charges.
And these three Blues are suspended, effective immediately!
Police work's over, ladies.
Gentlemen, enough with the fun and games. Get back to fucking work.
You three can go.
In my office. Now.
Look, Herrera... [clears throat]
You're right.
They still don't know how things work around here.
Give them a chance.
I'll personally ensure
they follow the rules.
And we can avoid Escobedo.
And... why the fuck would I?
Because if you don't, I quit.
Wow.
You're a hero now.
As you wish, Romandía. It's your funeral, not mine.
That strip club sure changed you, huh?
[chuckles]
Thank you.
Why didn't you bring this to me?
[Valentina] Because he's the detective, sir.
I'm your immediate superior, goddamn it!
You made me look like an idiot.
You went behind my back. [sighs]
We only wanted the case reopened, sir. We apologize.
I don't wanna hear you're sorry.
I want you to tell me you won't go near him,
or even look at him!
It's not just your own skin in the game. Understand?
Get out of here.
Wait.
The truth is, your actions have consequences.
You wanna lead them?
You have to understand that.
[phone rings]
Herrera.
Hi, Commander. This is Escobedo.
Sorry. I'm extremely busy at the moment, sir.
This won't take long. I know you're busy.
Regarding the policewomen.
I'm listening.
I know you and Captain Romandía
had a little discussion about the policewomen.
I was very clear with him when I said that--
Hold on. I know how it went.
But, Commander, I really need to put my officers to work.
And they need space.
There's no space in the station
at the moment.
With the reputation the police earned in recent years,
I know that you need the personnel.
Here are the numbers. I have them here.
I know the numbers, sir.
Oh, yeah, but you're threatened by the girls dressed in blue? Is that it?
That's it, isn't it, Commander?
No way in hell, sir.
I don't need anything fancy. I just need something easy, that's all.
Okay, then, sir.
The president of the republic and myself are grateful for your support.
[machinery whirring]
Welcome. Come on in.
Move it, move it.
What do you think? [water dripping]
Well, here we are. Your new office.
And "here" is where exactly?
The workspace you requested.
What's that smell? It's mold.
And at least one dead rat. [María sighs]
Your father chose this spot for you personally.
[water dripping]
Well, make yourselves at home down here, ladies.
What is this? [María sighs]
[siren wailing in distance]
Hi.
Hello.
Uh, I, uh--
Where are you going?
Why do you ask?
Uh, no, it's just--
Please, I'm not trying to--
Nothing. It's nothing. Good evening.
You know what?
Not many people will stand up to my brother
here at the station.
And I know he wouldn't listen to you,
but I think you did an amazing job.
Very impressive.
Yes. I know.
And, well, um... I just wanted to say that.
I'm Ángeles Cruz.
What's your name?
Gabriel. Gabriel Herrera.
Well...
Good night, Gabriel. Good night.
Can I take you to your place?
Okay. Sure. Where's your car?
My--
No, I don't have a car.
We can walk if you like.
Yeah.
Sure.
That's fine.
For real?
Come on, let's go.
[Alejandro sighs] Here we are. [engine stops]
So, uh...
Listen, María, it might be good
just to, uh, maybe just avoid, uh, discussing the police force.
Hmm? We don't want to complicate the--
Lying will complicate it.
No, don't lie. Just avoid the whole subject.
Don't bring it up. Hmm? Just for tonight?
I really need this.
We really need this.
Come on. [door opens]
[door shuts] [exhales deeply]
Yes, this is our granddaughter. Let's see.
[María] She's precious. [Alejandro] She's just beautiful.
Has her grandmother's eyes.
Really, now? Yes.
Thank you. [chuckles]
Now, you two have kids, right?
Yes. Yes, yes. Yes, a boy and a girl.
And sometimes I find it a little overwhelming.
Believe it or not, you miss them after they fly from the nest.
Have you two thought of having another baby?
They're wonderful company.
Yes, yes. Yes, we-- We've talked about it before.
Haven't we, my dear? Yes.
Well, then, don't wait too long,
because you're not getting any younger.
Just let them be. Come on.
Well, is anyone interested in having chocolate mousse for dessert?
That sounds good.
I have to confess that chocolate
is my only weakness.
It's mine as well. [chuckles] Oh, yes?
Yes, I love it.
Lucas! [rock 'n' roll music playing behind door]
Lucas! I gotta tell you something! You'll love it!
Lucas! Hello?
Looking for Lucas?
Yes. Is he here?
No, he's not home yet. But who's asking?
No one.
Can you tell him that I was--
that Valentina was looking for him?
Val? Valentina?
Mm-hmm. [gasps] My God!
It's so nice to meet you!
Lucas told me all about you.
Yeah? And what'd he say? Yes.
Oh, well, nothing important.
Lucas and I don't keep any secrets. Capisce ?
[laughs] No.
Come inside.
No, I have a ton of stuff to do.
I totally forgot.
Lucas'll be here any minute. In fact, he should have arrived.
Stay for dinner.
No, thank you.
Hey.
What's up?
I think it's great you joined the police.
You are so brave to stand and fight.
Wow, that's nice. Mm-hmm.
-Thank you. -Come by later, yeah?
-Yeah. -Bye.
Aged for 24 years in oak barrels on the Scottish Highlands.
Huh. That long? Twenty-four years.
I feel a little guilty just drinking it. [chuckles]
That's some nice Scotch. No, please, drink up and enjoy.
[chuckles]
None of the very best things in this world last forever.
Not whiskey.
Not beauty.
Nor life.
Sir, I would-- I beg to differ with you.
Oh? I'm all ears.
Sir, I-- I feel that with architecture, for example.
I think without our architecture,
we lose sight of who we are and were, and where we're going,
and it is truly embedded in the public sphere.
Take the Colosseum, the Golden Gate, the Tower of Pani.
All testaments to each of their historical contexts, aren't they?
They-- They speak to society's dreams, as well as the technology,
frozen in a sort of living monument
that can capture the spirit of those times and places.
And that is why I say architecture is forever,
simply because we, as architects,
have the possibility to, or even the responsibility to--
leave our signature, our legacy, for the ages.
Let our legacies outlive men.
[chuckles]
I'll drink to that.
Yes. Huh?
Yes, yes, and because of this,
I believe that, uh,
this job's so much more than a business.
For me, it's-- it's culture,
and it's art.
Well, cheers to that.
Cheers.
It's really quite amazing.
The wallpaper, mixed with the right combination of colors.
It's gorgeous. [chuckles]
I wish I had an ounce of your good taste.
Oh! Well, it wasn't easy. Mmm.
It is when you have natural talent.
May I confess to you?
Mm-hmm.
I'm taking some interior design courses.
Are you serious? Mm-hmm.
I'm telling you, I am obsessed with it all.
Whenever I go to see some of my friends,
I feel like redecorating their houses.
Wow. It must be great to do something that you absolutely love.
Mm-hmm.
Hmm. You must be doing something yourself.
Uh-- Oh, I'm not. Mmm.
No, I really shouldn't. Yes.
Oh, come on, now, spill it.
I'm trustworthy, and I confided in you.
Well... [chuckles]
At first, I wasn't sure if it was really for me.
[Cabos's wife] Mmm.
But now I'm also obsessed with it.
Oh, tell me what you're doing.
I joined the police.
[pool balls collide]
Wow. So you're a cop.
But I am still completely dedicated to my family.
Of course. Why wouldn't you be?
I have to shoot from behind-- behind my back.
[rain splashing, thunder rumbling]
[grunts, groans]
Gilberto. Thank God.
For a second, I thought it was someone who could beat me in a fight.
You've been gone so long, you forgot the rules of the jungle? Huh?
I already talked to them.
[groans]
[coughs]
[grunts]
[Gerardo] That's enough. [Octavio groans]
-[Gilberto] Stand up, asshole. -[Octavio groaning]
[thunder rumbling]
You listen to me and listen good.
If you ever supersede my father's authority again,
your ass is mine.
[Octavio grunts]
-You better not talk to Escobedo. -Mmm.
Just keep whatever dignity you have left.
Don't ever fuck with the Herreras,
or I'll kill you myself, you asshole.
You got that? [grunts]
[Gerardo] Gilberto.
[Octavio groans]
[Gerardo] Let's go.
He's not worth it.
My dear-- Did you tell her you joined the police?
We had an agreement to avoid discussing it.
For a reason.
Why'd you tell her anyway?
We discussed everything in total confidence.
Confidence? There's a difference between courses in interior design
and joining the police force.
Why don't you understand, María?
Honey, they were both so enamored with you.
[sighs]
But if you want, tomorrow I'll call her
and explain that you had nothing to do with it,
it was all my idea.
I had nothing to do with it because it was all your idea!
Which, by the way, is a lot worse.
It makes me look like a fool.
-I think you're overreacting. -Overreacting?
Yes, overreacting! They would have found out eventually.
But you know when? When?
After I already got the promotion! Stop.
And thanks to your chitchat, that won't be happening, will it?
Can you keep it down? Of course I can keep it down!
I actually have a better idea!
[sighs]
[priest] Divine providence guides our lives.
And by divine order, we return to dust.
Amen.
[all] Amen. Amen.
My little sister. [sobbing]
[sobbing]
Forgive me.
Please forgive me!
[engine starts]
[gasps]
[engine revs]
[breathing shakily]
[Ángeles] In the next episode...
[Vaca] I found her. Just like the others.
What kind of maniac would want
to copycat The Undresser?
The police hold the wrong bastard.
[María] Captain, I went to see Jessica.
I showed her all these cars, and she chose this one.
[Octavio] You know what I call this?
A fucking coincidence.
You were late this morning.
That's your job now.
Do your fucking job, María!
Or I'm the man who'll be firing you.