Police station. Good evening.
I want to speak with a police officer.
I'm a police officer.
You're a police officer?
Shouldn't you be at home with your family?
Who is this?
They call me The Undresser.
You scared the shit out of me, Herrera.
Whatever it is, can't it wait till tomorrow?
We found another victim.
Alma Álvarez.
They tried to strangle her.
She's alive.
But we believe it was The Undresser.
One shouldn't be left all alone.
I'm not alone.
I'm not talking about you.
I'm talking about Alma Álvarez.
Anyway, that problem is already solved.
What did you do to her?
You treat me as if I were some petty criminal.
You can't see me. You simply don't take me seriously.
You think that just because you caught some imbecile and gave him my name,
I'm going to stop killing?
Tell me, please, what did you do to her?
I did what I always do.
And what I will keep on doing until you take me seriously.
We arrested Margarito Flores.
There was evidence.
Apparently we were wrong.
"We," asshole? "We"?
We thought we were dealing with a copycat,
but there's enough information to believe that--
Hold on, Herrera.
Are you telling me that I made a fool of myself
in a press conference, and lied to the entire country?
Is that it?
Juárez Hospital, good evening.
Listen carefully, please.
In room 503 you have a patient that is in danger.
Go check on her.
Listen to me, please. Go check on her.
Are you there? Don't leave me talking to myself, you bitch!
Yes, I'm here. Sorry.
Sorry.
I don't like to raise my voice.
I asked if you really believe Tito Flores could do such a thing.
Tito Flores confessed.
Tell me something. How did you get that confession?
Did you beat it out of him?
No, Chief.
When Margarito Flores saw the photographs,
his reaction indicated that he was the murderer.
And...
he signed his confession voluntarily.
There's going to be more dead women, asshole.
But that's not the only problem.
There's a journalist at La Independencia.
He has more information than he should.
He's going to go public at any moment,
and I need him to let me do my job in peace.
I need you to fucking find The Undresser.
Everything is right in front of you
but you just don't see what you don't want to see.
- What don't we want to see? - No.
I'm not doing your job for you.
You do your job. I'll do mine.
Let's keep things separate.
I know that Tito Flores couldn't have killed those women.
Why?
Because he wasn't thorough.
He wasn't watchful.
The Undresser is.
Thank you.
I'm the only one that sees them.
Is that why you went to Paola's funeral?
Officer? Officer.
Yes.
The medical staff tried to resuscitate her,
but Alma Álvarez is deceased.
It was probably just some moron playing around.
He knew Alma Álvarez's name.
I told you to stay away from the case.
Yes, and you also told me to answer the phones and that's what I did!
Neglecting my husband and my kids.
I was following your orders by answering the phones
when that man called, so don't tell me I--
I told you to answer the phones,
not to believe the first fucker that called!
- Is everything all right at home? - That's none of your business!
It's not! But you're the one being hysterical.
How else could I be?
I just spoke with a man who said he was The Undresser, and that he killed Alma.
And when I call the hospital, they tell me that she just died.
Look. Allow me to investigate but stay away.
If anyone finds out, it's over. Is that what you want?
I know what it's like to be drawn to what you think is true, but--
I can't believe I'm actually saying this,
but rules are there for a reason.
Now, as your boss, I am ordering you to go rest.
Here.
What's that for?
So you can face whatever is going on at home.
Was the party fun?
No, it wasn't fun.
So you did go.
Yes, of course.
So did I. And I didn't see you.
I didn't stay long.
So where did you go?
What do you mean?
It's almost 3:30 in the morning.
Where did you go?
I went to the club with some clients.
Why?
Never mind.
María, I'm telling you the truth.
Fine. Close the door.
I assumed you'd gone with the competition this year.
Happy birthday, kiddo.
Thank you, Don Isma.
How are you going to celebrate?
As usual. At home with my parents and my brothers.
I have something special for you this year.
- Really? - Yes.
Peach cake.
The doctor on duty said she died in the middle of the night.
- Respiratory failure. -"Respiratory failure."
And how the fuck did that happen while staying at the hospital?
How am I supposed to know?
She had a tumor in her neck. Maybe she choked.
No.
She had an operation and she was okay.
Do we know anything about her family?
They don't live in the city.
- We haven't talked to them. - Don't talk to them.
Don't contact them.
This stays between us. Understood?
There was no one else at the station. I was alone.
No wonder you have that face.
I didn't sleep well.
We're going to have to do something
because if the police don't reopen the investigation,
The Undresser is going to keep on killing.
I spoke with Romandía, and he said he'd help out.
Careful with Romandía.
The fact that he's our commander doesn't mean he's on our side.
Do you speak German?
Where is entrance museum?
- Where is "the" entrance... -"Where is the entrance to the museum?"
- ..."to the" museum. That's how you say it. - Thank you.
I know where it is. I'll walk you.
- So, what do we know? - We know he drives a car with a white top.
Oh, great. You know how many cars with white tops exist in this city?
We don't have the plates or access to the investigation.
How will we know which is his?
There is one way.
What's that?
Our job basically consists of filing,
so nobody would turn an eye if we requested some files.
Then, we can do a data cleaning
and filter them by model year, registration zone
and cross-reference them with criminal records, gender, age--
That's going to take forever.
It's an idea. What do you suggest?
I think we all know the only way to pressure the police
in this country is through the media.
So, you're going to see Lucas again.
Can you not look at me like that?
- I thought he didn't want to see you-- - What if I don't want to see him?
Besides, this isn't about me and Lucas.
- What are you going to tell them? - The truth.
That the police hid Alma's death.
You don't know for sure. You're not a doctor.
You'll only make the police look bad.
The police don't need any help with that.
- Boss? - Come in, Lucas.
Have a seat, Lucas.
Lucas, I got a call from Emilio Escobedo.
He asked me to hold your article for a few days.
No, the people need to know that The Undresser is out there.
Yes, Lucas. Lucas.
- No, we've been-- - Lucas, please.
We have to let them do their job.
Before you get bummed out, I have a relevant piece for you.
Now that everyone is talking about killers.
Goyo Cadenas is about to publish a book he wrote in prison.
Who is Goyo Cadenas?
- It took you a while. - Yeah.
I came as soon as I could.
Don't think you're my only friend here.
Even you don't believe that.
You're looking good.
And you look like shit.
It looks like you're wearing a mop on your head.
And what's with the mustache?
You look like a bulldog, I swear.
Hey.
You think a woman will notice you looking like that?
Enough. I'm not here to talk about my looks.
Very well. Forget it, then.
I'm not going to tell you anything.
You don't even know what case I want to talk about.
I don't care.
You're not a detective anymore.
Alma Álvarez.
The way she died, doesn't she remind you of the other Undresser victims?
No. Because Alma Álvarez died of hypoxia.
I mean when they found her.
Listen, I shouldn't be telling you this,
but last night, The Undresser called the station.
What are you talking about?
Don't play dumb, Uriel. I know you.
Are you telling me you are absolutely sure that The Undresser is dead?
Neither am I.
Name unknown.
Pilar Valdez.
Arantza Ruiz.
Lucía Martínez.
Nora Menéndez.
Paola Machado.
Alma.
- Good afternoon. - Excuse me, lady.
Ronald, don't leave that stuff there, please.
Yes, yes. I'll be right back.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
- How are you doing? - Fine, thank you.
My boss was here last night and he forgot his coat.
- Nobody left anything last night. - Would you mind checking?
He's very absent-minded and perhaps he misplaced it.
But he's a member of this club.
His name is Alejandro de la Torre.
I can't give you that information. I'm sorry.
Perhaps you could check the registration book.
Maybe we can find his name and that's it.
Good afternoon, miss.
- Good afternoon. - Goodbye.
Ronaldo! Ronaldo!
I just told you not to leave that there. I told you for a reason, Ronaldo.
Now you're going to have to talk to the manager, Ronaldo.
- All right. - Unbelievable.
Hello. Is anybody there?
You did this all by yourself in two hours?
An hour, 54.
What do you have there?
Mom's will where she leaves everything to you?
It's nothing. What's going on?
It's okay. We all have our secrets.
What's important is that Ángeles got a name out of all the car owners.
Let's go with Romandía.
Why Romandía? Why him?
Because he's the only one who can talk to Gerardo.
Plus, he's on our side.
Romandía has one side. His own.
He was willing to resign for us.
You actually believe that?
He knows perfectly well that if we get fired, so will he.
Nobody wants him here.
That is precisely why I trust him.
I don't know how much weight to put on the men you trust.
Coming!
- Open the door. - Yes, just a second!
I want to lie down, honey. I'm tired.
Honey?
What were you doing in there?
Nothing. Cleaning this mess.
Come. I want to show you something.
Feel your baby kicking.
Put your hand here.
Can you feel it?
Let me see.
Gerardo, why do you keep doing this?
It's-- I was finishing getting it organized but don't worry.
The case is closed.
What if we go for a walk?
Forget about that.
What is it?
What is it, Gerardo?
- What is it? - Why don't you lie down?
It'll be good for you, honey. Gerardo.
I'm sorry. I have to go.
Where are you going, Gerardo?
We are showing you this because we trust you.
So you turned this into your own personal headquarters?
I'm impressed.
Impressed as in, "good job,"
or as in, "You're fired," sir?
Impressed as in,
"Pray that nobody upstairs finds out about what's going on down here."
What else do you have?
Well, The Undresser drives one of these cars.
We know there are 3,452 cars of this model with a white top in the country.
In the city, that number drops to 1,826.
Still too many.
That's why I gathered the data of the possible owners, car models, years.
I ruled out cars registered to women, the disabled
and then I checked which of them had criminal records.
Mainly acts of violence against women.
Twenty-six names, but only one caught my attention.
Andrés López.
He has several parking, speeding, and reckless driving tickets.
I'd focus more on those with priors related to domestic violence.
I wouldn't.
With all due respect,
Andrés López was racking up tickets up until seven weeks ago.
One week before the first murder.
If you're killing, you become more cautious.
You don't want to get pulled over by a traffic cop.
- And where can I find this model citizen? - That's the problem.
All we have is a PO box, and we need a warrant.
I'll take care of it.
MEXICO POSTAL SERVICE
- And there you go. - Hello, sweetheart.
Hello.
I'm Captain Octavio Romandía.
What can I do for you, Captain?
So many things.
For now, you can open box B-403 under Andrés López.
You need a search warrant for me to--
I knew you were an honest person.
Can I tell you a secret?
Tell me.
I think he is the Tlalpan Undresser.
You don't say.
I do say.
- López, right? - López.
Just a second.
He hasn't come in seven weeks.
Holy moly.
Thank you for your service, sweetheart.
Perfect.
Honey.
Happy birthday, Gabina.
Thanks, Mom. Am I early?
Look.
- Who are you talking to, Tomasa? - No one!
- May I come in? - Not yet, honey.
Let the dust settle for a little longer, okay?
What are you doing here?
You know perfectly well what I'm doing here.
- You're not welcome here. Goodbye. - Don't talk to your sister like that.
You want a little party?
Go have one with your new friends. Go ahead. Now.
Go inside.
I said, go inside!
- Yes ma'am. -"Yes ma'am." Go.
Honey,
don't think I'm not aware of how important this is to you.
But he's your father, Gabina.
Be patient.
- Tomasa, I'm talking to you! - Coming.
Sweetheart...
forgive me.
Happy birthday, Gabina. Forgive me.
Gabina!
You asshole!
- Be careful, Curly. - Sorry.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
I got you something.
It's a bit cheesy, but it made me think of you.
It's not cheesy.
But it's too bad I just threw away the cake.
Hey, don't listen to them.
You keep doing what you're doing.
It's very important.
You were inside?
You knew they wouldn't let me in, and you didn't say anything?
What was I supposed to say, Curly?
They don't listen to me.
You could've at least tried.
Gabina!
Hello, María. I want to tell you something about Gabina.
I'll leave you alone, then.
I think my husband is cheating on me.
Again.
That's common.
In Mexico, the relapse rate is 27%,
so the chances of him relapsing are very high.
This isn't a case, Ángeles.
This is my life.
Yes.
Sorry.
No, forgive me.
This isn't your fault.
How can I know if he relapsed?
Since his first offense, was there any change in his behavior?
There was at first,
but then I guess there wasn't.
Did he ever express remorse for having committed the offense?
No.
Did he at least admit to committing the offense?
No.
Then the chances of him relapsing are extremely high.
But if you want to know for sure, you should go ask him.
What did you want to tell me about Gabina?
Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Gabina Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday!
Thank you.
Something's missing.
Bravo! That's it, Gabina!
Thank you.
How did you know it was my birthday?
- You told us the first day at the Academy. - You remembered!
I didn't. She did.
That's right. April 6, 1945. That's your date of birth.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Congratulations.
We already went through everything.
We missed something.
What does "169" mean?
Listen, Gerardo, this could just be a coincidence.
A mark on a tree in a public park.
Anyone could have done this.
It was probably there before we found the body.
Gerardo.
Gerardo!
I know you're under a lot of pressure.
But we shouldn't be here.
What we should do right now is walk out that door,
start gathering facts and not fantasizing--
Shh.
Come here.
There you have it.
169.
Babe, Valentina is here to see you.
We thought you'd be home earlier.
You know what we should do? A school. Like in--
Hello.
Hi.
What?
I love you.
I love you too.
Hey, could you give us a sec?
It's about work.
Boring stuff.
- Of course. - Tedious. You have no idea.
Okay.
- Make yourself at home. - Thanks.
I like her.
Say what you have to say and leave.
The Undresser called the station.
Evening.
What a surprise.
What are you doing here?
Where were you last night?
Where I told you.
At the club.
That's not true.
Yes.
Well. No, I didn't go to the club.
I went to a cabaret.
But I didn't tell you because I knew you'd get mad.
Who did you go with?
Some clients.
Which clients?
María, please.
It doesn't matter.
- Why did you lie to me? - I already told you why.
- No, I want the truth! - I told you!
Why?
Because I was about to walk into the party, and I felt humiliated.
Because I fought for years for the promotion I just lost.
It was my future, our future, and you couldn't care less.
How can you say that I don't care about our future?
Then why did you have to say you were a cop?
I knew this would happen.
I knew it.
- It just came out. - Things don't just come out with you.
Why?
Because I saw her happy.
You saw her happy?
I saw her happy for having found something that made her feel good about herself.
More than just being a mother or wife.
And she saw the same in me.
She asked me, in confidence, and I answered.
And-- And you put that before our family. Do you realize that?
I shouldn't have to hide something that makes me happy, Alejandro.
Can we continue this conversation at home, please?
María.
I was in there.
What?
I was inside the closet,
and I heard you.
I don't understand.
While you were talking to her on your birthday.
I felt so bad that you had to work on such a special day.
So I came here to make you happy.
To surprise you.
But I was the one who got the surprise.
María, you heard just a part of the conversation.
And that was enough.
The humiliation you felt last night
doesn't compare with the humiliation I felt in there.
Listening to you making plans to go to Acapulco with that woman.
Three hours, Alejandro.
I was in there for three hours.
Until you left for the restaurant.
I don't know what to say.
Forgive me.
Who is she?
She's the owner of the hotel in Acapulco.
Your boss?
Yes, my boss. My client.
Her name is Francesca.
Last night--
Last night I was with her.
I would like to be able to make this right.
I don't see how.
I do.
We could do that thing you wanted. We could go to that hotel in Malinalco
where I proposed to you.
I want you out of the house.
You can't say a killer who's been locked up 30 years is more important
than The Undresser!
He's out there, alive and killing.
But the people need to know!
- I've never seen him this angry. - I'm sorry, but it's the truth.
I have. And much worse.
Sometimes I wish I knew that Lucas.
I wish that too, but it's not like that.
But I guess he's grown up.
- Are you staying for dinner? - Yeah, okay.
No, I think my work here is done.
Vale!
Vale. I was able to talk to my editor.
- He let me write about The Undresser. - Seriously?
Yeah. I thought he was going to fire me for yelling at him.
You were right. It worked.
Sometimes people only listen when you're loud.
The police will have no choice but to reopen the investigation.
I feel so alive.
I need you to tell me everything about that call, please.
Does that mean you'll answer my calls?
Listen, about the other day--
Don't worry about it. Forget it.
- I'm sorry. - No.
I owe you.
I'll make you pay.
I lost her.
I lost her. I don't know what to do.
It wasn't your fault.
No, don't tell me it wasn't. Because I know what I did, Jero.
All right. But you ended it.
You screwed up, but you ended it so you could focus on your family.
Yes or no?
Yes.
And what did María do?
- What do you mean? - She left you.
She said so herself, she wanted to be a cop since she was a child.
Let's not pretend she did this just because you cheated on her.
The fact that she'd rather be at the police station
than with her own family has nothing to do with your job, Francesca or you.
Do the same thing she did, and ask yourself, what do you want?
I want to get my family back.
Well, there are ways of doing that.
What do you mean?
Legal ways.
No.
Book one, chapter six, verse nine.
"Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God?
Do not be deceived, my brothers,
neither the immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers..."
Where's Dad?
He's on a business trip.
When will he be back?
I don't know. Soon.
I want to call him.
I told you he's on a business trip, honey.
He didn't leave a number.
How come?
You don't know my dad's phone number?
Don't you care?
I never said I didn't care.
I'm calling his office.
You are not calling anyone.
- But why? I just-- - Because I'm here!
If you need anything, I am here!
Forgive me.
Mom, are you okay?
Excuse me.
Thank you.
What do you want me to say?
Lucas is talking to you. Good for you.
Not only that.
Let's just say he's being very vocal.
María?
What's wrong? Are you all right?
What?
He did it again.
But this time I confronted him and kicked him out.
This is where you tell me I'm an idiot.
I won't say that.
All you did was believe in him.
That makes you a good person.
He's still an idiot.
Blues. Come with me, please.
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
Turns out Andrés López is not only Andrés López
but he is also Damián Écija and Eduardo Suárez.
The three addresses he gave are fake.
And he hasn't checked his PO box in seven weeks.
Since the murders started.
Precisely.
And he's probably using a new alias.
So we have nothing. Do we?
We don't.
But that's how it is.
Leads go cold, then you find new ones.
We have to keep looking.
You're right. Let's go look.
Thank you for your help.
You did a very good job.
Congratulations.
Did you get a haircut?
Yeah, well, I was fed up with the long hair.
You look good.
Less grumpy.
We don't know where he lives,
but we have the locations of his car's tickets.
We ruled out the furthest ones.
But these 12 are for the same violation.
For blocking the entrance to the same house.
All complaints were filed by the same woman.
So he either works or lives in this block.
We have to talk to that woman.
- We'll go at the end of our shift, okay? - No.
I can't be home late today. We can go right now.
Why don't you two stay here in case Romandía needs anything?
María and I will be right back.
Yes.
Let's go.
The media is looking for blood and I won't be the one to give it to them.
Sir, there is nothing I can say in my defense.
I believe the best thing for the country and for the case
is for me to leave my position and have someone replace me.
Now you're a goddamn martyr.
You're gonna valiantly step aside so another asshole can clean up your mess.
Blood, Herrera. Blood.
Sir, if you want me to resign--
I don't want your fucking resignation, goddamn it!
Herrera.
I need information.
I need answers.
There is something.
We believe it's related to a Bible passage.
I wish I didn't know him. He's my neighbor from across the street.
Were you the one who reported Mr. López?
And a lot of good it did.
He used to park his car right in front of my driveway.
- Did you ever talk to him? - No, God forbid.
I filed my complaints as any good citizen should.
I was so relieved when he left.
What do you mean, "he left"? When did he leave?
I don't know for sure.
I think he got into his car and left.
May God keep him, and I hope he forgets where.
Thank you so much for your help and for your time.
Thank you.
Goodbye. Thank you.
Should we call Romandía?
Or we could take a quick look.
No.
- We're already here. - Vale.
- What? It'll be quick. - Listen--
The lady just said there's no one there.
- What could go wrong? We go in-- - Valentina.
Or you could stay there and keep an eye out.
Or you could come...
and be a police officer.
You're nuts, Valentina.
Ladies and gentlemen...
friends from the press and everyone watching at home.
You may be wondering what's with the mystery
around this last-minute press conference.
Inspector Herrera.
Thank you, Chief Escobedo.
The Mexico City Police Department wishes to inform you that, unfortunately,
the Tlalpan Undresser case remains open.
What's going on? What are you telling us?
Careful.
We wish to inform you
that we have entered what we call Phase Two of our investigation.
As you all know, Phase One concluded
with the capture and confession of Margarito Flores
as the perpetrator of six of the seven murders.
After analyzing new information,
we've come to the conclusion that Margarito Flores did not act alone.
What's he saying?
Margarito Flores was just a pawn behind the mastermind.
The real Tlalpan Undresser is still out there.
This is a criminal mind,
intelligent,
capable of manipulating anyone
as he did with the deceased Margarito Flores.
- He's lying. - Calm down.
Calm down! Calm down.
We did catch one of the criminals
and it's only a matter of time before the other one is behind bars.
This is Alma Álvarez,
The Undresser's most recent victim.
Born in Oaxaca.
Today, her parents are here with us.
Oh, my God.
- Is that Andrés López? - Yes.
- That's The Undresser's rope. - Yes.
The Tlalpan Undresser is a religious vigilante.
He has left a number in each one of the crime scenes.
One. Six. Nine.
We kept this information from the public for security purposes.
Did you know about this?
The meaning of this inscription is as follows.
Book one of Corinthians, verse 6:9, which reads,
"Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God?
Do not be deceived.
Neither the immoral, nor idolaters, nor thieves,
nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers
will inherit the kingdom of God."
We know what you are, and we know what you intend.
And we will find you.
We have statements
that Alma Álvarez was found alive and died later at the hospital.
What kind of question is that?
Please show some respect! Respect!
Members of the press, please, we ask you to calm down and be patient--
In the next episode...
There's someone out there who knows something.
And you're just standing around, doing nothing.
Goyo Cadenas is right. 169 is not about religion.
He killed and buried four women in his backyard, María.
What if he could help us find The Undresser?