Breathe, my love, calm down.
Hey, look at me.
-Relax.
-Is he still here?
He's not, okay?
I won't let anything bad happen to you.
Just breathe, slowly.
Okay?
[Luz] My darlings!
I'm so glad you're okay.
-[breathes shakily]
-That scared me. Oh.
Let's go.
I'm staying here, Mom.
You two go, I'll see you later.
You can't come with us? Why not?
No, Mom, I need to stay.
-María, please, it's too dangerous.
-Mom, it's all right.
-De la Torre, what do we got?
-[María] Detective.
We've got a single victim
inside the projection room.
I made sure that no one else entered.
So there might be traces of the k*ller.
-Is the confession upstairs?
-Yes.
It's all there, like I found it.
[Gerardo] Say goodbye to your family.
-I'll see you upstairs.
-[exhales]
[Mar] Go, Mom. Don't worry about us.
-Good luck.
-Thank you.
Bye.
Detective!
[footsteps on stairs]
Detective!
De la Torre, there's something
I don't quite understand.
Why the hell were you here
in the first place?
Gabriel Arizmendi,
the director of the movie, invited me.
-Why would he do that?
-Uh, I don't know.
I went with Captain Romandía
for an interview.
The point is that
when the confession started,
I stood up from my seat
and then I made my way up here
as fast as possible.
The door was open
and the victim was right there.
His name was Eleazar,
Gabriel Arizmendi's assistant.
Apparently, the assailant
stabbed him in the back.
Then he projected the confession...
and ran away.
We need to watch that confession
and hear what Lozano said.
[Díaz] Yeah.
-Look at that entry.
-[camera shutter clicks]
How'd the k*ller get in unnoticed?
This is different.
Different how, exactly?
[Díaz] It's a 35 mm film.
The other confessions
were all shot on video tape.
Whoever did this had
access to a film laboratory.
It's not an easy process.
María, you said that Arizmendi left
before the confession had started?
Yes, right before they projected
the confession.
He left the screening room in a rush.
I couldn't find him outside.
Díaz, go with Gil.
Find that f*ck and bring him
to the station immediately.
Come on.
{\an8}DIRECTED BY GABRIEL ARIZMENDI
WOMEN IN BLUE
["No Soy Tuya", Ximena Sariñana]
[Gabina] "The cop k*ller,
known as The Executioner,
forced Detective Lozano to confess
the attempted m*rder
of journalist Lucas Otero
making it look like a crime
perpetrated by The Undresser."
Well?
Not only did he confess
to the attempted m*rder of Lucas,
he also said he was following orders.
[Gabina] Orders from who?
Someone that wanted Lucas
to stop talking about The Undresser.
It could have been anyone.
No, not just anyone.
Then who do you think it is?
The President, Escobedo...
or your father.
Come on, Gabina.
Don't tell me you never thought about it.
[door slams]
[Alejandro] María, after the meeting,
we really need to talk.
Would you please try to remember
what we're doing here?
Trust me when I say I'd have to undergo
a lobotomy to forget about that night.
I'm talking about Mar.
Why'd you do it?
So I would be jealous of him?
Really? That's what you think of me?
[Alejandro] I don't know.
I thought we were making progress,
that you were healing.
It's not the flu, Alejandro.
[María sighs]
[sighs]
Look, this isn't about us.
It's about helping Mar.
We can get it together
and cooperate for our daughter.
-Yeah.
-Okay.
ACADEMIC RECORD OF CONDUCT GRADES
From what I've read,
the two of you are separated.
Uh, yes. That is our status as of today.
But we're still in the process
of defining ourselves.
-Yes.
-Mm-hmm.
Uh, the dislocated shoulder
is already the second incident
between Mar and her classmate.
Yes, well, that classmate made
some horrible comments to our daughter.
And Mar felt like she needed
to step in and defend me.
Why would you need your daughter
to defend you?
But, if that were the case,
did you approve of it?
-No.
-No. No, no, no. No way. Of course not.
[mediator] You should be thankful...
that the young man
knew how to control his anger.
It could have been a lot worse
for your daughter.
[Alejandro sighs]
Yes, yes, we know.
[mediator] Mm-hmm.
I'm told that you work full-time
for the police force?
-Yes, that's correct.
-That's right.
Listen, ma'am, kids have traditionally
become used to their father's absence.
That's because fathers are responsible
for providing financial stability.
However, the mother, through her presence,
is in charge of providing warmth
and protection.
Together you provide stability.
Ma'am, you should know that
I start every day
by waking up at 4:30 in the morning.
I get them up, I make them their...
It's maternal neglect, dear.
Your kids...
are suffering from maternal neglect.
Maternal neglect?
[mediator] It's very common
these days, unfortunately.
Mar is crying out for you to come home.
Mr. de la Torre, tell me something.
Do you depend on your wife's income...
um, to cover the basic needs
of your household?
Uh...
No, no, no. Not exactly, but...
[mediator] If only that were the reason.
Ma'am...
you need to quit your job now.
I don't see any other way.
What?
How can you suggest that?
You're also a working mom.
That's true, but my kids are grown.
I'll submit my recommendation
to the school tomorrow.
You have until then to think about it.
[Alejandro] How can you leave like that?
At least... At least she gave us
a solution for our daughter.
Abandoning our children, Alejandro?
I didn't say that.
-She said it.
-Yeah, and you just sat there. My God.
-Do you want me to argue with her?
-My God!
-[Alejandro] María.
-[sighs]
María, please.
I have to tell you about something.
We need to talk.
It's too late for that.
-[engine starts up]
-[sighs]
Hey. How are ya?
[muttering]
Sorry. Val. Sorry.
Lucas.
[conversation in background]
-Was that the one who...
-Yeah, it was.
-How are you?
-Good. Yeah, I'm good.
I quit the newspaper.
You don't write anymore?
Yeah, of course I do.
I still write a lot,
but for an alternative journal.
Hmm.
Hey, so I'm assuming you heard about
the latest confession?
Do you have the name of the person
who tried to have me k*lled?
No, Lucas, I have no idea.
-It's someone inside this building.
-Yeah.
Yeah, it's very likely.
So what are you still doing in there?
You belong with us outside...
-protesting, remember?
-[sighs]
Not trying to arrest the only person
who wants to tell the truth.
Yeah, tell the truth and k*ll people.
You don't realize that
if that m*therf*cker saw you,
he would've k*lled you too, Val?
It seems like the only one
who's changed since then is you.
It's not too late.
There's an event.
We're doing a silent protest tonight.
Here.
If you wanna come, I'll be here.
[panting]
[knock on door]
[panting]
[panting]
Coming.
[exhales]
[inhales sharply]
[María] Why did you lock yourself in?
-What's wrong?
-Nothing.
Val?
-Val.
-Mm-hmm?
-Are you all right?
-Yeah.
What happened?
I saw Lucas,
and...
And they're organizing some kind of
big, silent protest
in support of The Executioner.
It's tonight, and he invited me.
[María] In support of a m*rder*r?
Yeah, and Lucas looked at me
like I was his rival.
Tell me how I can help you.
Give me some work.
If you want to help, give me work
so we can find that f*ck.
[María] Uh-huh.
[chuckles softly]
[Emilio sighs] A silent protest
in support of The Executioner.
And it's tonight, Mr. President.
And what do you have planned
for the protest
before this escalates any further?
Have a conversation with them.
Negotiate.
We don't negotiate with animals, Emilio.
This issue requires an iron fist.
Of course.
But the press will be here,
and we must maintain a trustworthy image.
[President] I didn't ask
for your opinion, Emilio.
I'm taking over
before another confession comes out.
[line disconnects]
[Chela] Unit 7, status check.
Please respond.
Unit 7, status check. Please respond.
[Gabina sighs]
Lozano followed your orders.
[sighs]
[paper rustles]
I didn't give the order.
It wasn't me,
and I had nothing to do with it.
You think just because you
weren't involved, you're innocent?
-[sighs]
-Well, you're not.
-[Gabina] Díaz.
-Gabina.
We just found Arizmendi.
[sighs]
That's great, uh...
[groans softly]
-Bring him here.
-No, no, that won't be necessary.
He's decided to turn himself in.
He just arrived at the station.
Mm-hmm. That's new.
What we know, Jacobo,
is that the famous director is arriving
to give his statement,
after the confession of
the most recent victim
was revealed during the premiere
of his movie Crimson Tide.
I'd like to first say I want to express
my most profound indignation
about the confession
that was shown to you all last night.
And even though corruption
is the thing I hate the most,
I find last night's confession abhorrent.
{\an8}I'd like to say...
{\an8}that I'm here. I'm not intimidated.
{\an8}Both in my film-making and wherever I am,
{\an8}I will confront power wherever it hides.
You hear me?
[Ángeles] Arizmendi has been arrested
on multiple occasions
for disturbing the peace.
We need to come to our own conclusion.
What do we know?
First off, the camera he used
to record the confessions
was the same one his assistant
reported as stolen.
Arizmendi sends him to file a fake report,
because he knew we would
eventually find him.
And at the premiere,
he stabs him in the back.
So he can tie up loose ends.
Gerardo mentioned that due to the position
between the door and the projector,
the k*ller didn't surprise their victim.
It wasn't a surprise
because it was his boss.
It's interesting, but it's not evidence.
But why would he show
the confession there, at his own premiere?
[Gabina] Exactly.
There's no reason to take the risk.
Because he wants to play with fire.
That would be consistent of a narcissist.
We need to try to tackle the case
from a psychological angle.
I've been researching a study
from the United Kingdom
called the Brighton Method.
It's a comparative method.
We have two psychological profiles.
One is based on the scene of the crime.
We speculate about
behavior patterns observed,
level of violence, and order,
and with that,
we can infer certain personality traits
and possible motives.
And the second profile?
[Ángeles] We'll base it
on Gabriel Arizmendi.
Using interrogation,
interviews with acquaintances,
records, and remarks.
Then we'll compare them both.
We'll have to enter
the interrogation room.
It's pointless for the four of us to go.
Someone should go check
all of his public records.
I'm all over it.
We also have to speak with
people close to him.
His wife's a good starting point.
Val, can you question her?
-Me?
-You wanted to work.
Once we gather all the information,
then we'll be certain
whether the comparison
reinforces his culpability,
or rules him out as a main suspect.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Are you familiar
with either of the victims?
My client reserves the right
to refuse to respond
or acknowledge that question, sir.
[Gerardo] Because you're obsessed
with the government, right?
[lawyer] Detective, be careful.
My client is a renowned film director.
And I remind you
that he isn't under arrest.
[Gerardo]
Have you ever fantasized about...
k*lling a cop?
Who hasn't?
[Valentina] What can you tell me about
the hate your husband has
against the police?
[spouse] We're married, but only on paper.
And, regarding his views...
Well, the hate he has
against the police is no secret.
And did he ever discuss taking
that hatred beyond the screen?
[spouse] Gabriel's a practical man.
He only takes risks that are in direct
proportion to what he can win, or...
what he might lose.
And do you think
his convictions would blind him?
I honestly don't even think he knows
if he has any true convictions.
Well, his movies say otherwise.
[chuckles softly]
Because Gabriel understands
what the people want.
And that...
is also an art, isn't it?
You don't believe in his narrative?
Gabriel has always been more interested
in being a director...
than directing.
And is he a violent man?
Aren't all geniuses usually violent?
Would you say he's violent enough
to maybe...
kidnap officers
and film their confessions?
[spouse] Hmm, right.
Filming dirty cops
confessing their atrocities?
To be honest, I can imagine my husband
entertaining the idea.
[sighs]
But k*lling them?
Never.
[worker] Here's the first box, officer.
-The first one?
-Master Arizmendi is an institution.
-He speaks for those without a voice.
-Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
ARIZMENDI ATTACKS THE GOVERNMENT
ARIZMENDI, THE VOICE OF THE YOUTH
People demand freedom
A FILM RESISTANCE IN TIMES OF CENSORSHIP
ARIZMENDI LEADS RALLY
Answer me.
Where were you on those days?
You don't want to rot in jail.
[Ángeles] It's been two hours
and he hasn't said anything.
I can see he's enjoying the tension.
You should interrogate him.
[knocks on glass]
They're calling you.
[door closes]
-Gabriel, please.
-Shh.
[door opens]
Who did that?
I did.
Goddammit, Cruz.
You respect the interrogation
or get out, understand?
He's arrogant, sir.
With clear narcissistic traits.
He thinks he's a god,
and if you remind him
he's nothing but a man,
-that could throw him off-balance.
-Fine.
But you're not going
to tell me how to do my job.
Detective, if I may. Let me speak to him.
He invited me to his premiere,
and I think I know why.
He wanted to show off.
He'll underestimate me,
and we can use that
to our advantage. Please?
[Gerardo sighs]
[door closes]
Lieutenant.
Hey, what a refreshing change of pace,
eh, guys?
-[María] Mr. Arizmendi.
-Call me Gabriel.
[María] Can we talk in private?
-No, of course you can't.
-Get out.
Sit down.
-[lawyer sighs]
-Thank you.
[door closes]
I'm sorry about your premiere.
I really wanted to watch the movie.
-Yeah, well, you and all of Mexico.
-[both chuckle]
I don't doubt it.
Mm-hmm.
Tell me, did you know the camera
that was used to film the confessions
was the same one you reported as stolen?
Well, first of all,
-I didn't report it, Eleazar did.
-Mm-hmm.
Secondly, how would I know that?
Can I tell you a secret?
[whispers] Not everyone likes me.
[laughs]
[María] And that's why you think
they k*lled him, Eleazar?
To frame you?
[Arizmendi] Ah, poor kid, it's a shame.
He had a very troubled past.
And he was a good kid.
But, well, it wasn't surprising.
Authority will always persecute the ones
who are considered a threat, honey.
h* Chi Minh, Mandela...
Even Fidel.
I don't know much about cinema, but...
You are a director who is very well-known.
Right?
Well, that's what they say.
And in your films you have a tendency
to speak badly about those in power.
Why?
I portray what I know.
Even if it makes some people
uncomfortable.
So that's why your movies
haven't really had a great impact?
[Arizmendi sighs]
[Arizmendi clears throat]
All right, sweetie,
let's make something clear.
The Academy being jealous
of my capabilities
-is not...
-I'm not talking about the Academy.
I'm referring to the public.
According to my information,
your most recent projects haven't
performed too well at the box office.
[sighs awkwardly]
The public wouldn't be able
to recognize art
even if the Mona Lisa punched them
right in the ba*ls.
I was going through your records
and, apparently,
you were booted out of the Ariel Awards
for being intoxicated...
Why the hell are you concerned
about those idiotic rumors?
It says here you physically violated
one of the organizers.
-Yeah.
-'Cause you weren't nominated?
Because the as*h*le deserved it.
And do you want to know
who else deserves it?
The wretched f*cking police of this city.
Wanna talk about confessions?
Tell me, what are you gonna confess
when the camera records you?
[gasps]
Why the f*ck did you go to my premiere?
Let go of me right now.
I'm talking to you, b*tch.
Don't you touch me, f*cking pig.
Gabriel Arizmendi, you're under arrest
for assaulting a police officer.
[Arizmendi] Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Yeah, now you really f*cked up.
-Yeah, right. We'll see.
-Get him out.
[Arizmendi grunts]
[breathes shakily]
[Gerardo] You all right?
[breathes shakily]
Yeah.
[Gerardo] You did good.
Now we have a motive
to issue a search warrant.
Move! Unless you want to go
to the station with your boss.
-Out of the way!
-Step aside!
-No!
-Group one, with me.
Group two, the backyard.
-Move!
-[maid] No, no, no!
[officer] I said step back!
Come on! Empty all of this!
-Trash the place!
-[officer] Move!
Out of the way! Move it!
García, go with Flores! Go on!
You, move now!
[drill whirring]
[door opens]
There. It's open, sir.
[Díaz sighs]
What kind of place is this?
This is a photography lab.
The kind of place you'd need
in order to project
video footage at a movie theater.
Sick son of a b*tch.
[María sighs]
[breathes shakily]
[Ángeles] María.
Are you okay?
Yeah, just a bit... shaken.
I wanted to ask
if I could step out to eat.
Gabriel's introducing me to his parents.
We're ready to take the next step tonight.
Of course. I'll see you later.
[Ángeles] You were right.
Gabriel just needed an extra push.
That's all.
[chuckles]
-[sighs]
-[knock on door]
They're booking Arizmendi.
Congrats, de la Torre.
Nice work.
Your strategy was...
interesting.
Piece of advice?
Don't take it personal.
That's how Romandía is.
They say it was a matter of time
before he turned his back on all of us.
With all due respect, Detective,
whoever says that about him,
should take the time to get to know him
and stop listening to everyone else,
instead of opening their mouths.
Copy,
Lieutenant.
[footsteps receding]
Officer, look.
I found the latest article
about his movie C rimson Tide.
POLICE IN CRISIS
[officer] They say he mortgaged
both his houses to finance it.
That's what artists do, right?
They bet it all.
Did you know that after Tlatelolco,
he went out and interviewed students?
Imagine the stories he must have heard.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[Gabina] Hi, Brandon?
Uh, I'm Gabina.
We met last week at the support group.
I don't recall. Who?
Gabina, the friend of the redhead
who insulted you.
I was sitting in the back row when
you were sharing your brother's story.
Yeah. What do you need?
I need you to tell me about that day.
The second of October.
[inhales sharply]
Well...
Can you meet at 8:00?
Bring something to write with.
Did you tell your mom
I'm allergic to nuts?
Ah, don't worry about that.
I'll be the one cooking.
Besides, she doesn't really care
for nuts either, so...
And your father?
Uh, he won't be here.
He had to cancel at the last minute.
You said that they both would be here.
Yeah, but, uh, don't worry. It's okay.
He would've loved to be here,
but something happened at the station...
At the station?
Uh, not important.
But my mom's here
and she's excited to meet you.
Okay?
Come on.
[pop music playing]
Leave it there, Octavio.
It's not your job.
Man, your back is totally f*cked up.
You're gonna end up on the floor.
[chuckles]
Then what will you do, all wonky?
-Wonky? Come on. I'm made of steel, man.
-[Octavio] Nah.
[chuckles]
Oh, yeah, by the way,
you've got a visitor.
[patrons chat in background]
-[Gerardo] You turned your back on them.
-They're officers. They'll acclimate.
You left in a difficult moment.
Yeah, well, people usually don't leave
when everything's fine.
Or do they?
Guess you're right.
I'm gonna have to go back soon,
so hurry up and spit it out.
I want to know
why you broke the Chief of Police's nose.
Why would you want to know?
Octavio, I've never known you.
And I'm sick of having
to listen to everyone else.
I want to know...
I want to know who you are.
[sighs]
And then you'll f*ck off?
You tell me, I'll f*ck off.
[clears throat]
So,
in '68,
just a few days before the m*ssacre,
Chief Mondragón calls me into his office.
He tells me that it's my lucky day.
That I've been selected
to control the protest at the Plaza.
That I've got the authorization...
to use any means necessary, any,
to control the rowdy students.
Well, I told him no.
That I won't be doing that.
"You're gonna regret it," he said.
Anyway,
I got up to leave,
and then he went and blocked
the damn door.
"Either follow my orders
or turn in your badge."
I had already answered him,
so I asked him to move.
So then he tells me...
something I won't repeat.
Something that has to do with my family.
[inhales deeply]
And that was enough.
I turned in my badge
with my left hand and...
with the right one,
I broke his nose.
[Octavio clears throat]
I like to believe that things
could be different.
I don't know if there's still time.
But I think it's worth trying.
[Tomasa] My mother-in-law
didn't use a cookbook.
She knew it all by heart.
Look, the apron Gabriel is wearing
was hers.
My mother-in-law only would use it when
she was cooking for someone she loved.
-She said it was magical.
-Yes.
Just between us, Gabriel was her favorite.
He was the only one that understood
the family seasoning.
Not just the flavors, the seasoning.
Are there rules to seasoning?
[chuckles]
No. It's just a way...
to remember with your palate, is all.
[Commander Herrera] Tomasa.
[Ángeles] Your dad's here.
Mom...
[footsteps approaching]
Commander Herrera,
thank you, sir, for inviting me here
to your home.
I'm very glad you were able to join us.
Take that apron off right now.
We've met before at the station,
but we are here today to make you aware
that Gabriel and I
are boyfriend and girlfriend,
and we're ready to take the next step now.
Was I speaking to you?
No, but I wasn't responding
to your comment.
I was telling you that
Gabriel and I are dating...
I told you to take that off
immediately, Gabriel.
You look like a woman!
That makes sense, because the apron
belonged to his grandma.
[inhales sharply]
Okay, fine.
Let's go to the living room, please.
Come, my dear. Sit down.
Sit.
-[Gabriel] Dad, Dad, please.
-[Commander] On your knees.
-[Gabriel] No, no, no.
-[Commander] On your knees, now!
[Gabriel breathes shakily]
[Commander Herrera] You betrayed
the love I feel for my homeland.
[belt jangles]
You violated the most sacred thing
in my own house.
[Gabriel] No, no, no, Dad. Dad!
[Commander Herrera]
And on top of that, you're a deserter.
[screams]
-Dad!
-[belt cracks]
-[Gabriel screams]
-[Commander] Don't cry.
-Dad, please.
-Be a man!
[Gabriel sobs]
[Commander] And worst of all,
you dare to bring that ret*rd
inside my home.
My home!
[Gabriel] I'm sorry, Dad.
[Commander Herrera] Shut up.
Get out of my house!
I don't ever want to see you again!
[sobs]
Please, just go.
Leave right now!
[Gabriel sobs]
[sobbing continues]
[María] Ángeles.
Ángeles.
Ángeles.
Are you okay?
Sorry.
I'm okay. I'm...
just a little bit distracted.
I finished my psychological profile
based on the crime scenes.
By the way we found the dead bodies,
we can assume the m*rder*r
is clean and smart.
The exact repetition of his actions
reveals someone methodical,
with an obsessive need for control.
Sodium Pentothal was used,
which is the substance administered
for executions.
This indicates he assumes
the role of a judge.
He feels superior to the victim.
Arrogant, with an emotional detachment
that indicates the personality
of a psychopath.
But it's strange.
When he videotapes the confessions,
he shows idealism.
But actual idealists
look for a common good,
and almost always have empathy.
But one for the most notable
characteristics of a psychopath
is precisely the full lack of empathy.
Which makes me think that his idealism
may only be a facade to justify
his abhorrent behavior
in the eyes of society.
And how about Arizmendi?
The press describes him
as a prestigious director
and a renowned social activist.
He participates in protests
and gives speeches advocating
for both students and workers.
I'm just one more victim
of this criminal government.
The same government that gave birth
to this heinous k*ller.
Would you like to say anything else, sir?
Yes. If you want to see
what this government is doing,
go to the cinemas
and watch Crimson Tide, everybody.
He's always supporting the underdog.
He's idealistic and intelligent.
During the interrogation,
he seemed calculating,
but when we questioned his fame,
he lost control, showing his arrogance.
He wasn't able to maintain his composure.
'Cause it was all a lie.
His own wife told me
he's not really an idealist.
This f*ck only acts for his own benefit,
and only believes in himself.
Those were her words.
His wife could be lying to us though.
I think that Valentina is right.
His reaction during the interrogation
suggests that he's completely obsessed
with how people perceive him.
He has delusions of grandeur,
and a constant need to be admired.
But why isn't it lining up
with the profile
for our crime scene and questions?
[Angeles]
Someone with that kind of profile
wouldn't be able to remain anonymous.
A k*ller of that kind wouldn't
wanna hide from the spotlight.
Not even to keep himself out of jail?
Psychological impulses can be
a lot stronger than reason.
So, then, Arizmendi isn't The Executioner.
That means the m*rder*r
is still out there.
[María sighs]
[Ángeles] We believe that,
despite coincidences on certain points,
psychologically speaking,
it is not the same person.
On what basis?
Psychological traits, motivations,
history, observation, his record,
interviews, and other aspects too
that define a personality.
[Díaz] We got him.
That m*therf*cker m*rder*d Lozano.
Let's hear it.
Right here.
This was in his trunk.
We also found a photography lab
where he could covertly develop
and transfer his own footage.
Go speak with the judge.
[sighs]
It makes no sense.
These profiles do not fit the same person.
A psychological profile is meaningless
against concrete evidence.
Where did we screw up?
Well, clearly, with all of it.
[footsteps approaching]
You're leaving?
I haven't seen my children.
[sighs]
All this time spent on this case and...
[sighs]
for what?
For nothing.
[sighs]
I'm thinking about joining the protest.
[María] Why?
Because maybe Lucas is right
and I should be out there.
-It's dangerous.
-This is my fight.
No, Val.
Your fight is not celebrating
the m*rder*r.
It's stopping him.
Yeah? And what if I want
to do both things?
[María sighs]
I'm not sure that's possible.
Why not?
You were able to do two things
at the same time.
Yeah, and do you think
I'm doing them right?
I think you're doing the best you can.
[sighs]
Just don't go to that protest.
[door closes]
LONG LIVE THE EXECUTIONER!
[Valentina exhales]
[breathes heavily]
Ángeles?
Have a minute?
I talked to Gabriel.
About?
He told me what my dad did.
How are you?
Fine.
I wasn't the one beaten.
When I was little
and he used to act like that,
I thought that he morphed
into another person.
It was like he was a different man.
Then, the next day, everyone would
just pretend that nothing even happened.
Gabriel always got the worst of it.
How are you feeling?
I don't know how I should be feeling.
Forget about how
you're supposed to be feeling.
How are you feeling?
I'm sad.
I should have just listened to Gabriel.
It was a bad idea.
I just...
I wanted to take the next step with him.
But now I think...
I think that next step
is not for people like me.
Hey, listen to me.
Love is for everyone.
It's for everyone, Ángeles.
There's always going to be people
who don't understand that.
But you know what?
They can go to hell.
Whoever doesn't understand it,
doesn't deserve us.
All right if I hug you?
I want you to know we're here for you.
Always.
[sighs]
I know...
that tomorrow he'll be processed.
I've given...
some orders...
to grant him a very warm welcome
at Lecumberri.
You ordered the m*rder of the reporter,
didn't you, Dad?
You have the absolute nerve
to stand in my office and blame me?
I will no longer permit you
to force my men to betray me.
You had the obligation
of stopping The Undresser
and you didn't do sh*t about it.
That nuisance of a journalist
was making you look like
a bona fide idiot.
You gave that order.
The same way you have the nerve
to complain and confront me,
is the same way you should have the ba*ls
to defend the name and respect
of our family.
The name that forces my guys
to become criminals?
The name that turns his back
on his own kids,
when those children need him
but he no longer needs them?
What do you want, as*h*le?
You want me to beat the f*ck out of you?
'Cause I know you won't fight back,
you f*ck!
That's why I didn't choose you.
That's why I went to Lozano.
And now I'll go with Gilberto.
And did you know that, thanks to him,
you'll receive a new medal...
that you're not worthy of.
[sighs]
What did you have him do?
Well, I was supposed to...
be there and be part of that fight.
I wanted to feel the same thing
as Lucas again.
That same anger, the same rage.
So why did you leave then?
I don't know.
Why should we be interfering
and getting in the way of someone
who eliminates officers that are corrupt?
Because m*rder is ill*gal.
They k*lled people first.
[breathes shakily]
[Valentina breathes shakily]
[Valentina]
I feel like I'm running out of air.
Just like you were
when you were inside that tank.
I don't know how I survived.
[Ángeles] What did you feel in there?
Fear.
At the beginning it was only fear.
And when the water was rising up,
my throat...
was sore from screaming.
And then when the water got in my nose
and I finally couldn't breathe...
Something was different.
I felt peace.
As though if I had died,
it wouldn't even matter.
That my death would actually be a relief
because my whole life
didn't make a difference.
That's why I left the protest.
Because I'm good for nothing.
I don't reckon Damián Ojeda
feels that way.
He decided to approach you,
and you believed in him.
You convinced us...
and you led an investigation
to help prove that he was innocent.
And we did it.
You even convinced Gerardo to release him
without making a report.
If it wasn't for you,
Damián Ojeda would be in a cell.
Or worse.
Instead of that, he's alive...
and free.
All thanks to you.
To me, that sounds like
you made a difference.
Thanks.
[knocks on door]
Brandon?
It's Gabina.
We spoke on the phone earlier.
[Brandon] Come on in.
I'm in the back.
[door creaks]
[chuckles]
-[Brandon] Don't move.
-[gasps]
[exhales]
What are you doing? Please, don't.
[Brandon] Do you think I'm an idiot?
I know you and your friend are undercover.
I saw you on TV.
Are you armed?
No. No, no.
[breathes heavily]
Are there more police outside?
No.
What do you want from me?
Is this because of the group?
If one of your colleagues comes in here,
you're dead. Got it?
On your knees.
[breathes heavily]
I'm here because of this.
I need to know if this person...
If this person had something to do
with the m*ssacre.
On October 2nd.
Are you trying to get me to identify him
so tomorrow I'm the one
with a g*n to my head?
He's my father.
My name is Gabina Herrera.
And he is Commander Aldo Herrera.
I want him to pay.
Because he's done horrible things.
And I swear that if I find any evidence,
I'm gonna use it.
Because my dad should be in jail.
You're just afraid he's going to end up
in The Executioner's chair.
Now get up.
Nice and slow.
-[breathes shakily]
-That's it.
[engine running]
[engine stops]
Boys...
[sighs]
These orders come from the top.
Use of force is authorized.
The media will be here,
so don't chicken out.
Break it all, torch it all.
-Understood?
-[all] Yes, sir.
Good luck.
These are all the photos I took that day.
[box thuds on table]
And all the others I've been
collecting over the years.
Look.
Here.
The police did whatever they could
to erase any photo taken that day.
To erase what they did.
What about this one?
[Brandon] Yeah.
f*ck silence!
Long live The Executioner!
Death to the f*cking police!
[cheering]
[shouting]
f*ck you!
[shouting]
[protesters clamoring]
[shouting]
[gasps]
[breathes shakily]
That's my father.
[sobs]
ARIZMENDI HAS INVITED YOU
Why the f*ck were you there that night?
[María] His name was Eleazar,
Gabriel Arizmendi's assistant.
[gasps]
[exhales sharply]
You're here.
Did you bring what I asked for?
[Gabina] Yeah.
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.
-Thanks.
-Of course.
[exhales]
Thank you all for coming over.
María, what are we doing here?
Turns out we were right.
Arizmendi is not The Executioner.
During the interrogation,
Arizmendi wanted to know
why I went to the premiere,
when supposedly, he was the one
who sent me the invitation.
I could see it in his eyes.
He really wanted to know why.
So, then, who invited me to the premiere?
SODIUM PENTOTHAL
Began to be used in
lethal injection protocols
His camera was stolen,
or at least that's what Eleazar reported.
He mentioned it was a mistake.
That they had never even left the camera
inside the car.
Except on the day that it went missing.
Pretty strange, right?
Then he was stabbed in the back
by someone he knew.
Someone he trusted.
But that someone wasn't Arizmendi.
Gabina.
Before starting to work for Arizmendi,
Eleazar was arrested on multiple occasions
for vandalism
and destruction of private property.
He spent three years in Lecumberri.
[María] I'm telling you we weren't wrong
because there's someone else
who perfectly matches
The Executioner's profile.
-[Commander Herrera grunting]
-[María] A psychopath, who's cold,
calculating, intelligent,
and arrogant.
And someone who blames the police
for robbing him of 34 years of his life
by imprisoning him in Lecumberri.
In 1965,
Eleazar was released
due to a successful appeal
made by his lawyer
and cellmate...
[Ángeles] Gregorio Cadenas.
Exactly.
"The real criminals in our country
are wearing a badge and a uniform.
The only difference between them
and the convicts I live with
in Lecumberri..."
[grunting]
"Is the disguise they're wearing.
Though my cellmates at least have a clue
which side they should be on."
It wasn't idealism.
It's revenge.
[grunting]
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