01x01 - Días de combate

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We go live in...

five, four, three,

two, one.

ON AIR

THE $64,000 JACKPOT

WORLD CUP 1978

ANOTHER WOMAN STRANGLED

Good evening, everyone.

And welcome to
the most popular TV show in all of Mexico,

The $64,000 Jackpot!

Hello to all the families
tuning in from all across the country,

to everyone watching us at home,

and those who have been lucky enough
to join us here in the studio tonight.

Without further ado,
let's give a warm welcome

and big round of applause
for tonight's contestant!

Mr. Héctor Shayne!

Belascoarán Shayne.

Okay Mr. Belascoarán Shayne here
has chosen the category,

"Famous Stranglers Throughout History."

That's interesting.

What made you choose
this specific category?

Well, it's definitely
still a phenomenon in big cities.

Crimes like these happen all the time
and no one seems to care.

There's a lack of resources to stop them.

So we simply ignore the news.

But most of these crimes remain unsolved.

Sometimes it's due to shoddy police work.

And other times it turns out
to be simply a cover up.

Good. Very well. We wish you luck.

Let's give him a round of applause.

Now our two lovely assistants
will help you get into the booth.

I'd like to take a moment
to thank tonight's generous sponsors,

Cigarros Bravo and Chocolatote La Azteca.

FIRST PHASE
8,000 PESOS

Before we begin,
I'd like to tell our audience

that our contestant is not only an expert
on the subject of historical strangers...

...he also works as a private detective.

Oh!

I must ask, what drew you

to that exotic career path
of private investigation?

That's the 64,000 pesos question.

How did I end up a private detective
making a fool of himself on TV?

I used to have a happy life.

I was a time study engineer,
making good money at General Mechanics,

with a beautiful home, a beautiful wife,

and a beautiful garden.

Your cholesterol, hon.
We need to eat healthy.

I've read that
they call it "the silent k*ller."

- Hmm.
- And papaya will lower your levels.

CRIME OF PASSION

Three women were strangled.
That's no coincidence.

Héctor, stop reading that morbid stuff.

What can we do about it?
The police will figure it out.

Oh, by the way, yesterday
I went to Sears to get carpet samples.

Which one do you like? Beige or coffee?

- What's wrong with the one we have?
- It's just boring.

Evolve or die, Héctor.

Mmm.

GENERAL MECHANICS

I spent 10 years taking sh*t
for a Yankee company,

AWARDED 1ST PLACE

And for what?

Díaz, Márquez, and Galindo.

They're running around like commies

trying to unionize
everyone in the factory.

Make sure these reports
justify firing them without severance.

Make up something,
as long as it's their fault.

To lease
a boring car I just sit in traffic in?

To live with a woman I don't love,

that hates me?

BECOME A DETECTIVE
CORRESPONDENCE COURSE

DETECTIVE NETWORKS AND TECHNOLOGY

REX STOUT
COLLECTED DETECTIVE NOVELS

Excuse me, you can't go in there.

Write your own
f*cking excuses, piece of sh*t.

What the hell!? Lulú, call security! Lulú!

Heads up!

Tell your union rep that they're
trying to make sh*t up to fire all of you.

See you around, Javier.

The last step was the hardest,

but she said it herself,

"Evolve or die."

BE A DETECTIVE

Héctor Belascoarán Shayne
is a perfect name for a private detective.

It's right out of a novel.
You gotta admit it.

And for me,

that was all the reason I needed.

BE A DETECTIVE

MANUAL 1 & 2

Congratulations.
This tape is your first step

on your way to learning
how to be a real-life private detective.

This profession is
more of a science than anything.

So, forget about the cliche

of a detective in a trench coat,
smoking in the shadows.

The key to becoming a great detective

is learning how to
blend into a crowd completely unnoticed.

OFFICE FOR RENT

Find a well-lit office
in a respectable part of town.

This will inspire
confidence in your clients

when they come to meet with you.

I need you to fix it!

What's wrong with you?
You're such a sleazeball!

Barbarian!

You rude little man!

Don't even think about hiring
that awful human being.

What's up?

Hello. Is this the office?

Huh?

Oh, yeah! Yes, yes, yes, this way.

Follow me, it's right here.

Let me give you the mini-tour.

Your area would be from here to there.

Or over there.

But I recommend you take
the side with this big window,

you'll get more air
and a little bit of a suntan. Huh?

I didn't know it was a shared space.

This is better.
That way we get to split the rent,

not to mention, a little bit of company
will make the time fly faster.

Over here's the bathroom,
it's a little small...

It stunk of armpit and lye,

but for some reason it felt like
the perfect space for me to work out of.

My detective's gut
had a good feeling about this

foul-mouthed, pot-bellied plumber.

Uh, what is it you do, by the way?

Nah!

- You're kidding with me?
- No.

You're telling me
you're a private detective?

Not private, independent.

GÓMEZ LETRAS - PLUMBER

Hand me the tape, please.

It's a pain to open, just jiggle it.

I have just one rule.

In this office,
whoever finishes the last soda...

has to restock.

Not a problem.

All I had to do now
was solve my first case.

CRIME OF PASSION
STRANGLED - TERROR

ESCORT STRANGLED

A successful investigation
hinges on your ability

to focus on the smallest details.

An aspiring detective must collect
as much information as possible

in order to find patterns
that will yield fresh clues.

STRANGLED IN HER SLEEP

The crimes had all been committed

on the outskirts of the city.

Empty lots, drainage ditches,

crack houses, and landfills.

- Hello.
- Welcome.

Hey. How are you?

What can I do?

I have a question for you.

Just out of curiosity,
would you know the brand of this?

This butt seems to come
from a German-made cigarette.

HB, see it?

My initials.

Héctor Belascoarán.

Is there any place I can buy these?

- Only by special order, I'm afraid.
- Oh, interesting.

Must be a coincidence. Or a sign.

Your first question for 8,000 pesos.

Tell us, what was
the exact name and profession

of the Boston Strangler's third victim?

Helen Blake, a retired teacher.

Correct, sir!

She was 65 years old when she was
strangled to death with her own bra,

by Albert DeSalvo.

Okay, your first answer was plenty.

Question. Do you want to walk away
with the 8,000 pesos you've won so far?

Or do you want to return
and try to double it?

Of course, risking that
you lose it all in the process.

How do you catch a m*rder*r

hidden among millions of people
in this chaotic city?

- You draw him into the open.
- Dear viewer...

...if you consider yourself
an expert on any subject known to man,

don't hesitate
and come put your knowledge to the test

for a chance to win 64,000 pesos!

How do you get the attention of a k*ller?

You become the bait.

Continue.

HE'LL RETURN

A winner's attitude!

Sure, I'd been winging it a little,

but the plan was solid.

NETFLIX PRESENTS

I was going to smoke out the strangler
stalking Mexico City.

BASED ON THE WORK "TODO BELOSCOARÁN"
BY PACO IGNACIO TAIBO II

DAYS IN COMBAT

Hang on.

My little brother,
the famous detective.

Famous?
You sure you don't mean "ridiculous"?

You always look ridiculous, my dear,

- but this time for a good cause.
- Yeah, so?

- The cheapest I could find for you.
- As always.

Yeah.

How can you drink that imperialist crap?

Have you forgotten
what our parents fought for?

I believe, uh, it was Che who said,

"The w*r we fight is against capitalism,

not Keli-Cola."

At least you quit working for
that blood-sucking company.

I know. You hated to see me
collaborating with the enemy.

I was surprised you invited me to dinner.

I'll admit it was hard for me
to see you as a salaried family man.

- Paying taxes.
- Mm.

- I saw your ex, by the way.
- Oh, yeah?

- She looks better than ever.
- You don't say.

And thrilled about
this fancy carpet that she bought.

It was for the best.

She asked me to remind you
to pay the mortgage on time.

Ah, that reminds me,
you think I can borrow some money?

- You wish.
- Why not?

Do you have any idea
how much college professors make?

I know that, but I'll pay you back

when I win the contest.

Then you better win that prize.

So, what about you?

What about me?

What about that history professor
you were seeing sometime ago?

- Ay...
- What?

It got boring.

I think all men
are boring to me these days.

Mmm.

Have you heard from Mama?

- No, you?
- No.

Last I heard she was in Ireland.

You know what they say,
no news is good news.

I'm going.
I need to have an early start tomorrow.

No. Wait.

- What?
- Wait.

Look.

- Oh, you found them all.
- Mm-hmm.

They were at Aunt Beatriz's house.

Hmm.

How old was she here?

- Twenty-something.
- Hmm.

Look.

Their wedding.

- They're just kids.
- Mm-hmm.

"BELASCOARÁN SHAYNE"
BELCHITE, ZARAGOZA 1937

Is it Papa's?

No.

It's Mama's.

The one she used in the w*r.

Go and use it to find that son of a b*tch.

Any good detective
will inevitably make enemies.

Therefore, we recommend
you purchase a reliable revolver

and make it an extension of your body.

Taking the time
to work on your marksmanship...

could mean the difference
between life and death

if you're in a dangerous situation.

In all of the detective novels I read,

not one mentioned
how uncomfortable the bus ride is

with a g*n barrel jamming into your nuts

every time the driver
hits a pothole or dodges a pedestrian.

ANOTHER YOUNG WOMAN m*rder*d

When Mexico
faces West Germany...

And that's the Germany
that's going to play against Mexico?

- Obviously, who else?
- There are two of them.

What do you mean there are two of them?

Hello.

Another victim, huh?

Yup!

Found any clues?

Maybe fingerprints?

If we start looking,
we'll find a million of them. No.

And also, those powders and liquids
are extremely expensive.

They'd take it out of our salary.

It became clear
that deductive and inductive methods

were useless in a country like Mexico.

So, I decided to pivot and become
one of those quasi-metaphysical detectives

that don't give a sh*t about science,

and instead, follow their gut instincts.

Born August 23, 1955.

That is 100% correct!

And now the next question.

All right, Belascoarán.

What led to the discovery
of the notorious Twilight m*rder*r?

The owner of his guest house

accidentally found
newspaper clippings cleaning.

- Perfect!
- But here's the interesting part.

He would've been found much sooner

if the police had paid more attention.

At every crime scene,
the cowardly k*ller left behind...

He left behind his cigarette butts.

That answer was
much more detailed than we needed

but you are absolutely correct!

Mr. Belascoarán, you have won
for the second night in a row.

Look who we have here.
The detective from the TV.

The corrupt cop...

I'm Officer Paniagua.

...you can't have
a detective story without it.

And in Mexico City,
no crime scene is complete without one.

Or two. Or three.

- Belascoarán Shayne.
- Why are you here?

Seems like victims are piling up out here.

So you came to play detective. Right?

Listen up, those cases are already solved

and the culprits are all in jail.

You keep playing pretend

and one day you might find yourself
spending a few months in the can, too.

So you can meet 'em.

That's not necessary.

I don't think it would be wise of you
to stir up a hornet's nest, Mr. Detective.

- See you around.
- Have a good day.

f*cking hell.

Do you want to return next week,

or take your prize?

Uh...

The prize money is funded in part
by our good friends at Cigarros Bravo.

Robust tobacco, rice paper,
unparalleled flavor.

Yeah?

I'm coming back.

You heard him! A winner's attitude.

Ladies and gentlemen,
don't forget to tune in

for the next episode of
The 64,000 Pesos Jackpot.

And please keep on
cheering for Mr. Belascoarán.

Thank you.

Um, pardon. Excuse me.

I'd like to say one more thing. Um...

HE'LL RETURN!

There's a k*ller the loose in Mexico City.

A strangler.

If anyone has any leads
that could find him

call my office.

My number is 233512.

I hope everyone wrote down
Mr. Belascoarán's telephone number,

and I'm sure he's going to receive
plenty of calls from you.

Come back next time...

...for another episode of
64,000 Pesos Jackpot!

Belascoarán Shayne, detective.

No. No, I don't do cheaters.

I just don't.

Ma'am, I'm really sorry about your cat,
but I'm busy with another case.

Is that right?
Well, in that case, f*ck you too, as*h*le.

f*cking moron.

No, the plumber is
only here during the daytime.

"Drain septic tank." Where?

Got it.

Okay. All right.

Okay.

Belascoarán.

This tree
stands lonely here on the hills,

it hath grown up high
above man and beast.

For what does it wait?

It dwelleth too close
to the seat of the clouds.

It waiteth,
perhaps for the first lightning?

Who is this?

You'll know my name soon enough.

And I think you'll admire my next work.

Hello? Hell...

Lonely. A tree on a hill.

High above beast...

Lightening.

Look what the cat dragged in!

Hey! My little brother, the detective.

Hello. Hey everyone!

What a miracle. Have a seat.

- Wait, what happened?
- I think he called.

- Who?
- What do you mean?

The k*ller.

Look.

Uh, he said, "A lonely tree on a hill."

- Mm-hmm.
- Uh, "grown like an animal."

And something about clouds
and then a lightning bolt, I think.

Let's see if anyone knows it.

Hmm.

- Want a beer?
- No, thanks, I'm good.

- Are you a professor?
- No, man, no.

Renato Barrera.

The union captain at the Delex factory.

- Héctor Belascoarán. How are you?
- I'm great.

Your sister is helping me out,
we're working on some negotiation demands.

I'm not surprised.
She's always been helpful.

Yeah.

Do you really think you can pull off
the whole being-a-detective thing?

No.

Do you?

If I'm being honest, not really.

Here. My colleagues knew right away.

Read it. This book
has all those phrases in it.

Can you please just summarize it for me?

Essentially, what it says
is some people are superior to others,

and that they shouldn't let
the common people bring them down.

That's why the Nazis loved it.

They needed to prove
the superiority of the Aryan race,

and that book helped the argument.

Sure you can't stay?

- They know more than me.
- No, I should go.

Good luck with the union stuff.

Sorry to interrupt. Have a good night!

- Have a good one.
- All right.

THIS TREE STANDS LONELY HERE ON THE HILL

Hey, mind turning down the radio, please?

That's right, folks.
That was Grupo Niche.

For some reason,
philosophy and tropical music

go together really well.

Nietzsche. Grupo Niche.

In this city, stuff like that makes sense.

- Good morning, Don Eulogio.
- Morning.

What's up?

What's going on
with that 64,000 Pesos game?

The questions have been...

a bit easy so far, we'll see how it goes.

So you'll pay your tab?

Of course.
Just keep track of it all, all right?

Have a good day.

Keep up with the good luck!

- It's a famous book. Thoughts?
- Hmm.

- Anything?
- I have one.

The tree and the lightning thing
sounds like the chicken or the egg.

- Why do you say that?
- Who cares which came first?

The point is, you eat one sunny side up
and the other one is all broth.

I don't know what that means.
How much do I owe you?

I'll put it on your tab for later.

- Why's that?
- Here. Come close.

Closer.

Since you got here,
a man has been following you.

- Where?
- Look. Behind you.

Leaning on the green car.

See him?

Just go.

- Thank you. I owe you.
- Of course. Yeah.

FRAMES MADE TO MEASURE

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh, sh*t.

Damn it!

For f*ck's sake!

Goddammit.

Hey!

Uh, excuse me.

- Excuse me.
- Yes? Ah!

Oh! No, no, no.

- No money.
- No, no, no, no money.

- Just the photo. The photo.
- Give him the money.

Not the money.

A big sorry. Sorry. Uh...

This is... a gift!

Just a...

Danke, danke schön.

Slow down! I have high blood sugar!

You won't believe this,
but I think the m*rder*r is following me.

Or the murderess.

Come look.

It's her.

The girl with the ponytail.

I got a weird call last night,
I thought it was the strangler,

but it was a man.

Or we're dealing with...

two different K*llers.

Perhaps working together.

A man and a woman.

It's a pit girl.

What the hell is that?

This girl.

This is a sweatshirt
with a race car oil brand.

And they give them
to girls in the pits. Hmm?

So you think the strangler

is a pit girl?

Don't you know,
women can be anything these days.

Whatever they wanna be.

From pit girls
all the way to serial stranglers.

Haven't you heard of
the women's liberation movement?

Did you have to be an a*s about it?

Mm.

"Grand Finale Alfa Cup."

Only one more lap after this!

It could still be anyone's race
in these last few minutes.

And this is the final lap!

Here we go, folks!
Maverick 111 is making his move now!

♪ And I'm rough, I'm tough
And I'm ready ♪

Hey! What the hell!?

Sorry, um...

- I was looking for this girl.
- What for?

So you can feel her up? Get lost.

Watch out, here he comes!
Maverick 111! He's making moves!

Into the final straightaway,
he's neck and neck!

Here they come.

And he wins!

- He wins the race at the last second!
- Whoo!

Why did you follow me?

I had to make sure.

Sure of what?

That you were not the strangler.

How do you know I'm not.

Because you were on TV
the night he k*lled one of his victims.

Crimes like these happen all the time
for some reason, no one seems to care.

I also thought you were the m*rder*r.

What about now?

You smoke the wrong cigarettes.

Sounds like we have something in common.

Oh yeah?

What's that?

Neither one of us is the strangler.

In the vaguely sad eyes
of the girl with the ponytail

I glimpsed hints
of a dark and painful past.

A story I knew
would be difficult to coax out of her.

My mother was brutally m*rder*d.

Or maybe not.

So, tequila?

They never found the m*rder*r.

My papa fell into a dark depression.

He drank.

Lost everything.
His friends and his purpose.

PROBABLE CAUSE OF DEATH
SELF-INFLICTED WOUNDS

I spent years in boarding school,
angry at everyone.

FISTFIGHT - FIRE - ATTEMPTED ESCAPE

At 18, I was free,

but I was completely empty.

I eventually realized that only
in situations with death staring me down,

did I feel alive.

When the news started
talking about these m*rder*d women,

I relived her death.

HEIRESS INHERITS FAMILY FORTUNE

Then I saw.

You on TV.

HE WILL RETURN!

You cared so much.

Which meant either you were the k*ller

or the man who would catch him.

So I have to come find out.

One more?

"I'll find you,
don't track me down. Me."

It's not a detective story

if it doesn't have a dame
with a troubled past.

And now I had mine.

The mysterious "girl with the ponytail."

The girl with the ponytail's story
had fascinated me.

Or maybe it was just her.

Her scent lingered.

It was a mix of jasmine and sweet tamale.

What's going on now, Don Eulogio?

Belascoarán, look here.

The voice on the phone
had promised me a gift and a name.

His gift was death.

And the name of the Mexico City Strangler...

CEREVRO KILLS

...was Cerevro.

Tunisia has the ball.

They're doing some great back and
forth action as they cross center field.

How the hell
did this piece of sh*t get in here?

Sorry, sir. Mexico is playing right now
so there's nothing we can do.

I don't give a sh*t if
it's your mom singing nude at the stadium,

you don't let this
fake-a*s detective in here!

Maybe let's calm down, officer.
I'm just trying to help out.

- By trespassing on my scene?
- I... No.

You have two choices.

Take your pick.

A good old-fashioned beating?

Or a few days in jail?

I think that'll teach you.

- I think I'll take the beating. Yeah.
- That's great!

All right.

Rough him up good.

Then arrest him anyway.

This as*h*le doesn't
get to f*cking choose.

That's Mexico City for you.

Can't even trust
the word of a corrupt cop. It's sad.

- What's the score?
- It's still anybody's game!

Turn that sh*t up! Then help me out.

I can walk.

They're pressing
the Tunisian back line now.

Move it!

Oh, hey, hey, stop that!

The Tunisian player recovers it.

But the ball's booted down field
and Sanchez snatches it up! He's off!

Two on one.

Hugo Sanchez
dribbles into the box,

making his approach, he shoots and...

No, hey, they were about to score!

Come on, man.

You don't get to listen to the game.
f*cking dipshits!

Corrupt assholes.

I could feel his eyes
on me from the crowd.

Is he a baby-faced young man?

Or an old guy with a mustache?

Maybe an elegant woman?

Detective?

THIRD PHASE
32,000 PESOS

Mr. Belascoarán,
still waiting on your answer.

Yes, uh...

Gregorio Cárdenas,
who's also known as The Tacuba Strangler.

Excellent!

Congratulations!

You've won 32,000 pesos!

He was a bit of a celebrity
due to his supposed rehabilitation,

but in the end it turns out he kept...

Yes, okay, shut up already, buddy.

- Don't worry you already won.
- All right.

Are you coming back
for the grand prize of 64,000 pesos?

ON AIR

I am.

Very well.

There you have it, folks.

- Join us next time...
- Sorry. Excuse me. I wanted to shout out

the girl with the ponytail.
I'd love to, uh, see you.

And another shout-out
to the police here in our city.

I hope you know who won.

All right, that's the show everyone!

I'll see you here
for the finale for 64,000 pesos

with Mr. Belascoarán Shayne!

Thank you and good night!

Thank you, thank you everyone.
Thank you for coming.

All I knew for sure
was Cerevro was watching the show.

Why did Cerevro call me?

What kind of man was he?

Oh, damn. You're still here?

Why did he misspell his name?

Do you ever sleep?

- Oh, I'll sleep when I'm dead.
- Okay.

For now, my kids have an awful habit
of eating three times a day.

That's rough.

- But what can you do?
- I know.

Out of huitlacoche?

I am. But I have brains and shredded beef.

- They're both good.
- Eh...

Okay, I'll have a Keli-Cola.

Oh. Hold on.

- What's that for?
- Squeeze some in, trust me.

Do it.

A revelation suddenly hit me,

shaking me to my core.

Keli-Cola with lime juice
tasted f*cking amazing.

Isolda had done the impossible.

She somehow improved
Keli-Cola's perfect recipe.

If you weren't married,
I'd get down on one knee right now.

Funny you should mention it,
we only live together.

Get out of here. Go on!

Well, it'll be your loss then.
Here you go.

Isolda's elixir had brought
a new clarity to my thoughts.

Cerevro wanted an audience.

Me, specifically. The police ignore him.

So he wanted me to be his witness.

sh*t. f*ck me!

Ah!

Just loosen up a little detective.
He knows his stuff.

Trust me.

Ah! Ow! No, no! That's it, that's enough.

No more. He's gonna make it worse.

Thank you.

Give me y pants, please, Miss Isolda.

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

Thank you.

At least take this marijuana tincture
to give yourself a rub down at home.

- Help relieve your pain.
- Okay.

Slowly.

Take it easy. Slow, okay.

Who was that quack?

Don't call him that. He's the town doctor.

Look, now you have me limping, too.

That you? Rough night chasing tail?
Huh, detective?

- Do me a favor.
- What?

Shut the f*ck up
for the rest of the morning.

Ooh. Someone's cranky.

What happened?

What happened is...

...that someone
tried to run me over last night.

- And? Did you see them?
- No.

It happened too fast and it was dark.

I guess there are a few people
that would like to see me flattened.

Really?

The police, my old bosses,

even the bank.

Yeah. Hmm.

Or Cerevro.

Who?

That's the strangler's name.

Nah!

- Hey!
- What?

- I talked to him.
- What did he say?

You want to know?

- Yeah.
- All right, come.

Come closer.

He told me...

to mind my own f*cking business. Hmm?

You know, have you every considered

that I might actually be the m*rder*r
you're looking for, detective?

You'd be in jail already, you dumbass.

You're the dumbass, look at your leg.

- And you think you're a detective?
- Yeah, sure.

Hold on. Hold on, hold on.

- Hello?
- There is no mistake more dangerous...

- Who is it?
- Sorry, who are you looking for?

The bark from
a lonely violin isn't a symphony...

- Uh, what the hell does that mean?
- Give it.

- Give it to me.
- One second.

One second...

As I reach for the sky,
I long for my fall.

And you are my lightning bolt, detective.

Well, I only know one kind of lightning
and it's good old Greased Lightning.

Wow.

You looked into my eyes
and didn't recognize me.

You're my pursuer, detective.

But I also follow you faithfully.

You're someone familiar to me.

An ally.

A friend.

g*dd*mn it.

You want me to see you.

- My only desire is to recognize...
- You want an audience.

...as much as
you've recognized mine, detective.

Hey, pretend you're me.

One must be a sea, to receive
a polluted stream without becoming impure.

Uh...

- Uh, yeah. Uh-huh.
- The most vital element of life...

Hey!

Hey!

- Are you okay? Are you sure?
- Yeah.

DIAMOND DRY CLEANERS
JUNE 3, 1978

You look like sh*t.

I got kind of run over.

But I think I got a clue. Maybe.

Austria charges through the backfield

- and shoots...
- Hey!

Goal!

Hello. Hey there.

Hi.

The score is now 2-1 in Austria's favor.
Taking the lead.

Spain is going to have to
make some adjustments...

- Your people are losing.
- Not my people.

Isn't your name Basque?

My Dad would always say
that Basque is not Spain.

So I hope they get their a*s kicked.

- Ten pesos.
- Thanks.

Here you go, thank you.

And there's Kanki with a tackle!
It's clean. Austria has possession.

- Have a good one!
- Wait, wait. Hold on a minute.

Make sure you check your pockets
next time you drop off.

We're not responsible for lost items.

This was in your coat.

Oh... yeah.

Oh, there's a cross! And a shot!
It's off the post! No luck.

It won't happen again, I promise.

- See you.
- Bye.

Look.

M.T.

His diary.

"May 7th, 1978.
Those who write stay up all night."

"The thirst overcomes me
like it hasn't since Irapuato,

only death can manage to quench it."

"May 12th. I have
appeased my demons for the time being."

"She reminded me of my first time,
the ranch in Irapuato."

"She also tried to fight back."

That may call...

for a road trip.

That way.

- Hello there.
- Hello.

- Two for Irapuato.
- Yes, sir.

Want to have a look?

May 15th, 1978.

I spent days searching for prey
in the most miserable places.

I found her in a foul-smelling pulque bar.

A tired waitress.

It didn't make the papers.

Just a dead woman,

insignificant like the others.

Irapuato Station!

Let's go.

I first practiced the art of k*lling

on the animals at the ranch I grew up on.

But soon they failed
to satisfy the thirst.

♪ Burning at both ends ♪

♪ Now I've been with the wind... ♪

After a lot of asking around,

someone pointed us towards a ranch

similar to the one in Cerevro's diary.

You may need it.

I couldn't.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Thanks a lot.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

♪ Oh dream, don't you ruin me ♪

M.T.

I was a giant in this country
full of stupid, weak dwarves.

I must crush them
so that only giants remain.

Together we'll build a new world,

perfect, beautiful.

Márquez-Thiess Cheeses.

These wild, primitive lands

need the righteous fist
of Caucasian order.

My chain has four links,

but it needs more.

This is it,
this is the place he describes.

What's the point
if no one appreciates it?

There's a young detective
who has noticed my labors.

The only one.

Is he another tree growing on the hill?

Or the lightning that will strike?

His first victim.

Josefina.

"Everyone at the ranch knew it was me."

But no one spoke up.

So they sent me to boarding school,
hoping my thirst would subside.

It never did.

My thirst only grows stronger
whenever it's quenched.

So you think it was him?

The one who tried to hit you.

No.

Too forward.

I suspect it was the police.

You could lay low at my place.

It's safe.

Aren't you afraid? Hmm?

There are crazies after me.

We had the obligatory love scene

between detective and mystery girl.

Being the gentleman that I am,
I will only say that the mystery girl

became less mysterious.

No underwear?

I'm a free man.

I'm Irene, nice to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine.

We were narrowing in on him.

And I was beginning
to get a clearer picture.

I knew one thing,

he wouldn't stop.

So neither could we.

CEREVRO STRIKES AGAIN

He had k*lled
the woman from the dry cleaners.

In my heart,
I knew her death was all my fault.

It was time for me to act.

Josefina Peláez was 15.

k*lled in Irapuato in '43.

And I need your help
searching newspaper archives.

- Do you want to introduce us?
- Yeah. Sorry. My sister.

- Elisa, my pleasure.
- Irene, nice to meet you.

- Got it!
- Nice.

- I need another favor.
- What?

Can you translate these passages?

Okay.

Someone in your department
must speak German. Huh?

Yeah. Whatever you need
to catch the b*stard.

Thanks.

Tomorrow is the contest, right?

- Good luck in the final round.
- Oof. He'll need it.

GRAND FINALE

The Vienna Strangler?

Jack Unterweger.

Émile Gauvin?

The Lyon Strangler,
most victims were sex workers.

The number of victims?

They were all elderly women living alone.

Locations of all his crimes?

Kansas City, Cincinnati, and...

Nine. All addicted to the drugs he sold.

Phoenix, Cape Town, and...

Los Angeles.

Mr. Belascoarán,

your final answer,

which will decide whether or not
you'll manage to take home 64,000 pesos,

sponsored in part by
Chocolatote La Azteca,

fortified with
seven vitamins and minerals,

is...

Correct!

You're our new winner!

WINNER!

A round of applause, please.

Mr. Belascoarán, come this way.

Come this way.
Come on, we have a surprise for you.

A year's supply of Chocolatote La Azteca.

Tell us, my friend, what are you
planning to do with all of this money now.

All right, Mr. Belascoarán
is finally speechless for once.

But we'll see you on
the next episode of 64,000 Pesos Jackpot!

You looked me in the eyes
and didn't recognize me.

Good night, everyone!

Congrats.

- Congratulations. This is my wife and son.
- Thank you.

- Hello.
- You were amazing, detective.

Could you hold this check?

Excuse me!

Move it! Excuse me!

Sorry! Excuse me!

f*ck!

Floor it! Go, go!

Careful. Careful. Careful!

- Right, right, right, right!
- Yeah.

That way!

- Trust me. What?
- Careful!

Oh, f*ck!

What's he doing?

What are you doing?

Irene.

Irene. Irene!

No!

sh*t.

- We lost him because of you!
- What?

- We would have died with him.
- I don't care!

I'm sick of seeing my mom
when I close my eyes!

- Irene. Come on.
- No, no, no.

I saw it.

I saw her die.

She hid me in the closet when he broke in.

I watched her fight him.

But I couldn't help.

I stood frozen.

Nothing's changed.

Irene. Ir...

And your car?

Someone'll steal it!

Thanks.

Something to go with your soda?

Customers like you
keep me in poverty.

And that's the news of the day.

Quick reminder, don't forget
to support our national team

as it plays West Germany this afternoon.
It's definitely going...

Hey, Héctor! It's Mrs. Isolda!

Please, come quickly!

Excuse me! Move!

She was strangled!

"The closer you get to me,
the closer I get to you. Cerevro."

- Isolda!
- Miss Isolda!

- Doña Isolda! I can't believe it!
- Isolda!

That's not all. The cops raided
the office and confiscated everything.

They even took the safe!

Damn it, I told you that
playing detective would end in tragedy!

My hatred
towards Cerevro was drowning me.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't even see straight.

- Sounds good.
- Thanks, Elisa.

Good luck.

Your brother, the detective.

See you later.

WORKERS' RIGHTS NOW!

What's wrong?

Could we have a moment, please?

What happened now?

What happened is, I'm an idiot.

I should've just kept being an engineer.

I'm not cut out for this type of job.

Now people are dying because of me.

Isolda! sh*t!

I taunted the cops and they raided me.

Now I'm just lost.

It's over. I'm done.

I'll have to, uh, skip town for a while.

- No.
- Yes.

- You're just going to give up that easily?
- I don't really have a choice.

No, little brother.

The thought of giving up
never crossed our parent's minds

while fighting fascists in Spain,

not even in the worst moments.

They lost that w*r. Remember that?

Yes, but they kept up
the fight in other countries.

Ireland, Mexico,
wherever there was a just cause.

So you're going
to keep looking for that son of a b*tch

because no one else will.

Drink.

Did you find any news
on the girl from Irapuato?

Nothing.

She was strangled.

They blamed a worker.

The whole thing was a cover-up.

Yeah, I expected that.

And the Márquez-Thiess family...

not a thing.

The ranch was closed down
all those years ago and abandoned.

They left the country
or changed their name.

A dead end.

And, uh... the fragments in German?

It's pseudo-philosophic aphorisms.

He continues to mention
a prophet that lives in the Pyrenees.

A reference to Zarathustra.

He doesn't understand Nietzsche,
he just uses some parts of it.

Is there anything
to suggest who wrote this?

Or maybe his personality?

Not particularly.

Misogynist, egotistical, and even r*cist.

- I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help.
- No.

Thank you, Hilda.

This is yours.

Oh, the Embassy
invited me to watch the match.

Thiess is a German name.

Nietzsche's German.

The cigarettes were German.

This butt seems to come
from a German-made cigarette.

I came to Mexico to escape Germans
and it'll be packed with them.

I mean, having a beer
doesn't sound that bad.

Do you mind if I keep it?

Yeah, if you like football.

Irene...

I'm sorry about last night.

I want to say...

you're very special to me.

Uh, and...

anything that's important to you

is important to me.

- What the hell you talking about?
- My bad. Wrong person.

- You're weird.
- Sorry about that.

Looking sharp.

Did you hear what I told that guy?

No.

Okay...

Well, I think I know
where we can find Cerevro.

But I need your help.

I promise we'll get him.
He won't get away.

And we don't have to die in the process.

Martin, give me the keys.

Catch 'em!

- Hello. Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

And what part of Germany
do you two come from?

Why?

Do you think all Germans
have to look the same way?

Aryan, white?

You know who else
had exactly that thought 30 years ago?

It's fine. Please.

Come on in.

Danke schön.

Don't piss her off, Friedrich.

Idiot.

- Goal!
- God-f*cking-damn it!

- Yeah!
- Yay.

Goal!

GOAL!

- Nothing, you?
- Nothing at all.

- Charcuterie?
- Thank you so much.

M.T.

Like the ranch in Irapuato!

Excuse me, sir, um,
where can I find the kitchen?

- Down the hall, sir.
- Thanks a lot.

GERMANY 5- MEXICO 0

f*ck's sake!

Don't worry. Keep doing what you're doing.

After all, we need to take some revenge
after this beat-down they've given us.

Am I right?

Would you mind helping me?

Where did you happen to get this cheese?

Oh, a guy brought it.

- What guy?
- He had a weird name.

This one.

He changed his name but kept the initials.

Come on!

The address is Pyrenees Street.

Huh.

He wrote about the Pyrenees in his diary.

I didn't think he mean the street.

Thanks so much! Keep it up!

- Have you, uh, spit on these?
- No.

- See ya! Thanks.
- Goodbye!

Hold on.

Take it, just in case.

I've never liked g*ns.

Then please just stay here
and wait for me, okay?

You can't get hurt.

Well, that felt like
the right moment for a kiss,

but okay.

Wait here.

Sadly, it was
an off day for our national team

who, in the end, couldn't seem
to gain any momentum against

an aggressive and
incredibly talented West German squad.

They made the game
look like a training session.

The Germans began their as*ault
very early in the match

and it continued for the next 90 minutes
making a comeback for Mexico impossible.

The result is a 6-0 blow out,
disheartening for the nation.

But let's keep supporting the Mexican team

in its upcoming match against Colombia.

Earlier this week,
Héctor Belascoarán Shayne

won the 64,000 Pesos Jackpot.

The private detective from Mexico City

managed to successfully navigate
every stage without missing a question,

showing off his knowledge
in front of millions of spectators.

He had us on
the edge of our seats every night

as he continued to risk his earnings
in order to answer more questions

about famous stranglers.

But his gamble paid off

as the nation
watched him win 64,000 pesos!

Congratulations, Héctor Belascoarán.

In other news, Delex,
the massive building materials company

has pledged to donate money
to fund city infrastructure projects.

They have announced
that the first of the many projects

will be the construction
of a new children's hospital.

The institution will be more than
3,800 sq. meters over three wings,

where the most advanced and
specialized pediatric care will be given.

News that will benefit thousands
of boys and girls all over the country.

I knew that you'd
appreciate my work.

The brooch from the waitress in Tláhuac.

The badge of
the factory worker in Ciudad Vallejo.

And the ribbon
from the maid in Xochimilco.

FOUND STRANGLED

Recognize them?

They all had names, as*h*le.

It's hard to find people
who share my interests.

That's why I felt a special connection
when I saw you on television.

- You've won 32,000 pesos!
- The strangler.

He was a bit of a celebrity
due to his supposed rehabilitation

but in the end he kept doing what...

You and I have
absolutely nothing in common.

- Oh no?
- No.

But we do.

An intelligent detective

and Cerevro.

A mind from a superior race of...

No.

You're all wrong.

I'm a time study engineer
and you're just a...

you're a...

you're a cheesemonger from Irapuato.

I thought about
sending my trophies to you personally

so you could catch me.

When you talk about me, people listen.

That's why I thought it was a good idea

for you to find my diary.

Make sure you check your pockets
next time you drop off.

I'm disappointed, detective.

You were supposed
to be the lightning strike

that helped me ignite the fires.

We would burn those insects.

But I was wrong.

You're not even a tiny f*cking spark.

However, you did bring me a gift,

that girl with the ponytail.

Hey, no! Hey!

God damn it!

No!

Irene!

Irene!

Hey!

Stop it, b*tch!

I told you to stop it!

Ah!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Any more questions?

How did it happen?

Look, it's simple.
She acted in self-defense.

Detective!

He hit the ground hard and died.

I'd preferred it if you could've
taken him into custody alive.

Honestly, it's just been a long day.

You have my number
if you need to ask me anything else.

- Okay.
- Thank you very much.

Get home. Thanks.

How's it going with your leg?

- Better, thank you.
- Good.

We have a few matters to iron out.
If she doesn't mind.

Okay.

It's yours.

Inside is all of the proof you'll need.

Martell Töpfer was Cerevro.

The strangler.

This is what you'll do.

You won't say a word about what happened.

And we'll forget all about everything
we found in your office. All right?

Isn't that considered extortion, officer?

Or we could pin all the murders on you.

It won't be easy,
but we could do it for sure.

It's best for everyone.

I'll make Commander.

and you'll manage to stay out of prison.

Sounds like a win-win, no?

It sounds like a win only for you.

We can make
your life a living hell, Mr. Detective.

We know everything.

I'll leave it to you, officer.

But I will need you to return my safe.

And make sure the Keli-Colas
are all accounted for. Please.

Let's go.

Assholes.

"First time in years
I didn't have a nightmare. Me."

Ah, interesting.

CEREVRO BUSTED

- Hello.
- Hey.

Look at you.

He doesn't look like a detective

but it's all right!

You're 64,000 pesos richer

and you managed to catch the bad guy.

It's just too bad
you don't get the credit. Right?

Look at that.

PANIAGUA RECEIVES MEDAL, PROMOTED

The deaths have stopped
and that's all I ever really wanted.

And I got your safe back
with the sodas and everything.

At least they didn't mess it up that much.

Yeah.

Those morons couldn't even
figure out how to open it.

Of course they couldn't, they're idiots.

- There it is.
- Yeah.

You should check your desk.

I left a little present for
solving your first case ever, detective.

- No way.
- Ah!

- What is it?
- I don't know...

Eh?

That way you don't have to stick
your g*n in your waistband anymore.

You could've shot off
your ba*ls, you know?

I can't believe it.
You really didn't have to, man.

Ah.

- Thanks.
- I'm done with it!

- Hey, Victor.
- It's done.

- You can come see it. Come here.
- Let's see it.

Thanks, Victor.

Ready.

That makes us even for the clogged toilet.

Hey, that's fresh.

- It looks good.
- Yeah.

And the phone number?

Ay...

I knew you were too dumb
to be the m*rder*r.

I'm not paying for that.

BELASCOARÁN SHAYNE - DETECTIVE
GÓMEZ LETRAS - PLUMBER

MONTHS LATER

Renato Barrera,

I'm the union captain
at the Delex factory.

You really think you can pull off
the whole being-a-detective thing?

No.

Do you?