This was Quena,
our dog.
And this is Mom's diary.
I never dared to read all of it.
"I remember perfectly the day that I met Benito."
So, Manolo is already 18.
He's all grown up.
The house will feel so different without him.
They leave the home, but remain in our hearts.
Remember when he got here?
How lost he was.
How could I forget?
- My God! Are you all right? - Damn kid!
- Let me see! - Let it go, Benito.
My God.
Here. Keep the pressure!
- Go to the infirmary. - Absolutely not.
We won't leave you alone with him.
He's an animal! He has a knife!
He's not an animal! He's a child, and he's scared!
Rosa.
- Luis, take him to the infirmary! - I won't leave you here alone.
- I'll handle this. - Yes, Rosa. Sorry.
Come with me, father.
What's your name?
My name is Rosa.
You hurt someone with that knife you're holding in your hands.
Will you hand it to me?
Are you afraid?
I too have been afraid.
And whenever that happens, I tell myself a story.
I'll trade you a story for that knife, okay?
I should warn you. My stories are a lot of fun.
Look me in the eyes.
I'm not going to hurt you.
You can trust me.
When she was very young,
Mom had an accident that made her unable to have children.
She grew up thinking she would never be able to have a family.
That's why she joined the convent.
She started working with orphans and abandoned children,
and she found a way to have the family she dreamed about.
Did she ever marry?
Norberto.
He was there, but he also wasn't.
He was married with children.
He died years ago.
I tried to attend his funeral, but his wife kicked me out.
It seems his secret wasn't much of a secret.
Camila.
Manolo.
Antonio.
"Mama Rosa,
thank you for believing in us when nobody else did."
"Happy Mother's Day. I love you from here to the moon."
"Mom, thank you for all the love.
You take care of me when I get sick."
This is Benito's.
You asked why she didn't call the police.
Because of her pride.
She was obsessed with finding out about Benito's past.
She believed she was the only one that could free him
from the monster inside him.
And that's what ended up getting her killed.
Benito might have killed his foster mom,
but that doesn't mean he's The Undresser.
I agree.
We must find a link with The Undresser's murders.
A motive.
He wets the bed every night.
The priest in charge of bedding thought it was best to discipline him,
and he nearly lost an eye.
What about his family?
It's a mystery.
The police just left him here and didn't tell us much more.
Has he said anything?
Not a single word since he got here.
Rosa, I know what you're thinking.
I haven't said anything.
You don't need to.
I know you better than anyone.
Listen, after what happened today,
I have to recommend Benito to be committed to a mental institution.
He doesn't need a mental institution.
He needs a family. That's all.
Some children are beyond our help, Rosa,
because they have special needs.
Mother, you know that children who walk into those places
don't come out any better than when they arrived.
He responded to me.
He listens to me.
Rosa.
You said the policeman who found him didn't tell you anything.
No.
Let me look into his past.
You know better than anyone that once we're aware of the wounds of the past,
we can begin to heal.
"My past left a mark on me.
It determined I'd never become a mother, but adoption allowed me to be one.
That's why I know in my heart
that Benito deserves the chance of having a family, like I did."
That was Mom.
She was as generous as she was blind.
Come, kids!
I want you to meet someone.
These are your siblings.
This is Antonio.
Hi. Vicente.
Nice to meet you. I'm Camila.
How old are you? I'm nine.
Benito is not ready to talk yet,
but that doesn't mean we can't talk to him, right?
There's someone else you should meet.
Quena! Come here, girl.
She's very peaceful. She's old but you'll get along well.
Who's hungry?
- Me. - Me.
- Let's eat. Let's set the table. - Let's go.
He seemed weird since day one.
Quiet all the time.
He didn't look shy.
It looked as if...
he was plotting something in his mind.
I'd like you to tell me about your mother.
Something nice that reminds you of her.
Or that reminds you of your dad.
Hi there.
So, you're Benito.
Benito, this is Norberto.
He comes to visit every now and then.
When I can.
I'll wait outside.
What's the matter with you?
So, it's going to be like this, huh?
I had to put him to bed.
It's his first day.
You said you wouldn't adopt any more children.
And you said you'd leave your wife.
It's not the same.
God wants me to be his mother.
With Manolo leaving, you have three children.
Why do you want four?
You could help me.
If you move in with me.
Wait.
Hey, where are you going?
It's okay, baby.
It's all right. Calm down.
Okay?
Everything is all right.
Let's see.
Get me a sheet.
And change your pajamas.
Did you draw this?
"What was so traumatic for you? Who hurt you so much?
I have to find out what or who he is so afraid of."
What did you find out, Rosa?
How could I forget him?
But I'm sorry to tell you
that I can't give you any information regarding this case.
I swear that whatever you tell me will go with me to the grave.
It's a court order, ma'am.
I don't make the rules.
So the case is still open?
No.
We still don't know who did it.
- And you're just a citizen-- - Listen to me for just a moment.
I have years of experience with children that have suffered terrible things.
In order to help them, I need information from their past.
If I don't know the illness,
how can I cure it?
Benito doesn't talk.
He hasn't said a word in a month.
But every night he wets the bed,
and wakes up all sweaty because of the nightmares.
If I get him to talk, maybe he would tell us
what happened to his mother.
And that could help with your investigation.
Please.
No one should see what he saw,
let alone a boy his age.
That night, we got a call from the water treatment plant.
Inspector Morales.
García.
- Any suspects? - Not yet.
We're calling all the managers and staff.
Nobody saw anything unusual.
The victim worked at the plant.
Her name was Jacinta Perea.
Come with me, sir.
Over here, sir.
That one. Number 37.
- Did you take her out? - Not yet. We were waiting for you.
What the fuck, García?
How about a little dignity?
- Take her out, damn it! - You heard him. Take her out!
Hey, boy, you can't be there!
What is that kid doing here?
- Go after him! Ask him what he saw! - Yes, sir.
- Come on. - Get the kid!
"That night, Benito saw something that'd break anyone's soul.
His own mother. Dead.
Thrown away like garbage."
Her friends at the plant said she was very quiet.
When we caught the boy, we took him to his house
to see if there was anyone else there, but
no.
They lived alone.
So, there is nothing about his father?
Can I keep this?
Objects from the past...
may help trigger the desire to remember.
When we took the boy to the convent,
we took him home first to pack.
You'll probably be able to find something more in there.
Sorry, Benito.
I just want to help, but you must let me in.
I will not force you,
but I promise that if you let me, you'll be better off.
Maybe it could even stop the nightmares.
Wouldn't you like that?
Forgive me, okay?
Forgive me.
"And even though curiosity was eating away at me,
I kept my promise and stopped going through his things without his permission.
I thought the rope therapy would make him talk, but it didn't."
What is rope therapy?
It's an exercise to keep your mind busy
and make it easier for the words to come out.
No, Vicente. You have to start all over again.
I've told you, this has to be tighter.
Okay, Mom.
I'd like to send a letter to my mom in heaven.
Is it possible?
Of course.
We'll attach it to a balloon.
What if a bird eats it?
It would get stuck here, in its neck.
What about you, Benito? Would you like to share anything?
Have you seen Benito's braid?
It's a nice rope. Look.
And he's just learning. See?
Very nice. Good job.
Vicente.
Vicente!
"I'm a little worried about Vicente.
He's not accepting him.
I think he's jealous."
That's not true. I wasn't jealous.
I just knew something bad was about to happen.
What made you think that?
The way he looked at her.
As if he hated her.
Did you miss me?
You know I did.
But it's been a month since your last visit.
I wasn't expecting you.
Do you love me?
I love you so much.
I'm here, aren't I?
Yes.
We may not have everything we want,
but this,
this dance,
nobody can take that away from us.
Stop it! Get away from me!
He was always spying on my mom. He hated her.
I knew that Benito was dangerous. I knew it.
- Get away from me! - Calm down! Stop it!
Enough! What's wrong with you?
Nothing! It was him! He's an animal!
Don't say that, boy!
He was hiding behind the door spying on you!
- Is it true? Benito, is it true? - Calm down.
Go to your rooms. Come on!
- Are you okay? - Yes.
Go on.
Enough is enough, Benito. I'm serious.
In this house, violence of any kind will not be tolerated.
Sometimes I think you're about to talk.
But other times, that seems impossible.
I don't understand what's going on in your head.
Why so much fear, so much hate?
Sometimes, I think Mother Superior was right.
Maybe you need some kind of help I can't give you.
"And just when I was about to give up..."
If I tell you, do you promise not to tell anyone?
I swear to God.
My mother's name was Jacinta.
"That was the first time he talked
and the only time he told me what happened.
That night, like many others...
he was woken by his mother's screams."
Why do you lie to me?
To my face!
Where were you?
I've been waiting for you for half an hour!
Half an hour!
Who was it?
Who were you screwing?
Wake up, Benito.
Wait here. Don't open your eyes.
Don't look, Benito.
"I tried to ask him what he felt that day,
but he just told me what happened.
Jacinta did what any mother would do.
Try to give her son a better life,
so she took him away forever.
Jacinta knew the risk of-- leaving,
but she also knew it was riskier to stay."
Poor woman.
What's important is that we're together.
And that no one will ever harm us.
Never.
On my life, I promise you this.
And true promises...
Are never broken.
"Jacinta managed to keep her promise for a while.
She got a job in a water treatment plant.
Benito walked her to the trolley every morning.
He'd pick her up every afternoon, at such a young age.
Benito felt responsible for her protection.
Little by little, the small and dark space where they'd escaped to,
slowly turned into their home.
Until one day...
Benito thought he was mistaken, so he waited for the next one,
and the one after that, until it got dark."
Hey, kid.
Get on.
I'll take you to your mom's stop.
"Benito took the trolley until the last stop
where the water plant was.
For a moment, he thought he was seeing a ghost, but--
no.
It was his father, René.
He was alive, and he had found them."
Please, let me go!
Untie me!
Listen to me.
What your father did is not your fault.
It's not.
You can sleep in peace.
No one will hurt you anymore.
So, I don't have to go to the hospital, right?
Of course not.
Thank you for trusting me.
Now rest. Sleep tight.
"I'd never broken a promise before,
but in that moment, I felt the only way to protect Benito
was by telling the police the truth.
Thanks to what Benito saw,
in less than a month, his father was in jail."
Like father, like son.
Sick, both of them.
I'm going to feed the dogs.
Growing up around such violence would take a toll on anyone's mind.
That's not true.
Of course it is.
- Obviously-- - I witnessed the murder of my parents,
and I've never felt the urge to hurt anybody.
A person's past does not justify their actions in the present.
So, is Benito The Undresser or not?
I don't know.
All we know is that he learned to braid rope.
We know Benito was reserved,
but it seems being with Rosa made him less violent, not more.
It's too early to speculate.
We need more information.
I need to get some air before we continue.
I waited for you.
The night we were supposed to talk.
My life has been very complicated lately.
Do you regret it?
Everything I learned growing up...
tells me what happened between us was a mistake.
But...
I don't feel that way.
I'm going through a very confusing time right now.
And I can't just...
focus only on my feelings.
I need to know where my life is going
before doing something that...
ends up hurting both of us.
Don't worry about me.
If I'm used to anything, it's pain.
What was it that hurt you so much?
I had a son.
He'd be five now.
But he died when he was 11 months old.
I was there.
In his room.
And I fell asleep...
by his side.
I woke up to his mother screaming, telling me that he wasn't breathing.
I got fired from the force.
And rightfully so.
How could I take care of a city if I couldn't take care of my own son?
I'm so sorry.
I think I found something in the diary.
Much later, when Benito was 17.
After Benito talked to Rosa about his mom's death,
things seemed to improve.
Or so she thought.
Until there was an incident with the family dog.
Quena.
Right. Quena. Look.
"Benito's been in my life for seven years and I'm thrilled about his change.
I finally feel like he belongs.
He doesn't talk much,
but he loves the little things in life, like flowers.
He especially loves the rose garden in our front yard.
I truly felt in my heart that I'd changed him
from the violent kid I met at the convent.
Nothing could've prepared me for what happened next."
Mom, she bit me!
She bit me!
Easy, easy, honey!
Quena!
Calm down, my love.
Quena.
Quena!
You killed her!
- She attacked me! - Liar! You killed her!
- She attacked me! - You are a monster!
You're a murderer!
Vicente.
It's important you don't blame Benito for what Quena did.
You need to make peace.
You need to talk to him. He's your brother.
I won't make peace with a murderer.
Vicente, what happened was Quena's fault, not Benito's.
That's not true.
When did you ever see Quena become violent?
Your brother needed 52 stitches. He nearly lost his arm.
- He should've lost his life! - Enough!
Don't say such things!
Benito's had a rough life, and you know it.
What about me?
At least he has a dad.
His father is not a good person.
Then why do they write to each other?
"I couldn't help but wonder if Benito and his father were communicating.
What kind of ideas could he be planting in him?
May God forgive me for breaking my promise but I have no choice.
The only place where he went everyday was the rose garden.
I found the letters his father had sent him from jail."
You promised you were going to respect my things.
Do you believe these things?
You told him where to find your mother?
Yes.
Tell me you didn't know what he was going to do.
She needed to be put in her place.
I'm glad you called, Son.
Where's your mother?
She's working.
Working.
Is this how she takes care of you? Leaving you alone,
doing the dishes?
If she loved you, she wouldn't leave you alone,
and she wouldn't have left me.
Working women neglect their families.
They abandon us when we need them the most.
You know why?
Because they forget their place.
Your mother's time has run out.
She can no longer learn.
She tried to steal my son. The only thing that matters to me.
I can't forgive that.
Dad tried to help her.
He tried to teach her.
But it was useless.
So...
he took off her uniform
and put her in a tank full of water.
He submerged her until her lungs were filled with water.
He did it for me.
A rabid dog, Son...
Must be put down.
Leave my house right now.
I don't know you.
You're not my son.
You're not my son!
I curse the day I met you.
Can I have my box back?
Please?
I'll leave in the morning.
I overheard the conversation Benito had with my mom.
When she went to her room, I went looking for the police.
He had just admitted he was implicated in his mother's death.
That'd be enough to get him arrested!
FOR THE FIRST TIME, I FEAR FOR MY LIFE.
I need you to come with me!
Calm down, boy. Sit.
There's no time!
You have to come with me!
- My mom is in danger! - Fine.
But we need more information. Tell us what happened.
My mom will be murdered.
Benito is going to kill my mom!
THE TIME HAS COME.
Benito?
Vicente?
Mom!
No! No! No!
No!
No! Mom!
Mom!
If you've had this diary for 15 years, why didn't you take it to the police?
Of course I took it. That's why I didn't end up in jail.
Hands behind your head!
They never found Benito, so they tried to blame me.
Rosa was his first victim.
We need to notify Gerardo before he kills another woman.
In the next episode...
Everything we've read are sociopathic traits.
That won't help us catch him.
But they may help us understand him.
We have a 15-year-old picture of him.
Maybe someone will recognize him.
The Undresser took her.