Women in Blue (2024) s02e02 Episode Script

1
[tape recorder clicks]
[instrumental music playing]
[music continues]
[horn honking]
[music stops]
[door closes]
[lock buzzes in distance]
[lock buzzes in distance]
Mm. Mm.
[visitor] You like it, right?
[laughs]
[visitor] Yeah, well,
you should have seen it before.
It was beautiful.
[chuckles]
[prisoner] Hell of a lot better
than the shit they feed us in here.
Yeah.
And, uh, how are you holding up in here?
Why did you stop paying for my protection?
[sighs]
I'm working on it.
Did you talk to my mom?
No, I'm not asking shit from that bitch!
- Got it?
- [guard] Keep it down!
Yeah, yeah. Okay. Got it. I'm sorry.
I got something to tell you.
What?
I'm working on something right now, okay?
Something that's gonna straighten
both of our lives out,
- and… and it might…
- [guard] No whispering!
- Did you get a job?
- No, no, no.
Something even better.
[chuckles]
I'm gonna get you outta here.
What the fuck
are you talking about, Filiberto?
I need more protection in here.
You still have more friends, right?
Guys that owe you favors?
Someone can pitch in and help.
- I'm working on something.
- [guard] No touching!
…working on taking out some commies.
[grunting]
[prisoner] Get off me!
Don't touch me, motherfucker!
Leave him alone, asshole!
Don't fucking touch me!
Leave him alone.
Leave him alone!
[bars slam shut]
[instrumental music playing]
[sighs]
[eerie music]
WOMEN IN BLUE
["No Soy Tuya" by Ximena Sariñana]
Oh, honey.
Anyone can say inappropriate things
after they've just had a couple of drinks.
It wasn't the drinks, Mom.
Fine, but what do you expect?
You haven't spoken to them in forever.
Maybe they just felt rejected.
Well, I don't care how they felt,
because I'm not seeing them ever again.
[chuckles]
Is that your great plan?
Living alone with no friends,
no husband.
A divorcée?
Like your crazy cousin.
Her name is Carolina.
All right, well, Carolina.
Since she asked for the divorce to Aníbal,
she went from being a nice woman
with a perfect husband,
to being a lonely and forsaken woman.
How do you know she's lonely?
'Cause the girls in the salon gossip.
That's how. Mm-hmm?
What do they say?
That she works non-stop.
She arrives home before dawn,
and her poor children always are asking
where their mom is.
And he already remarried.
And they're having twins.
A man can rebuild his life,
but a woman will always
be called a divorcée.
Well, I'm not the one who makes the rules.
That's how it is.
[doorbell rings]
- [sighs]
- [doorbell rings]
Why is he already here?
He's really early.
Because he wants to see you.
- He misses you.
- Mom.
- [gasps]
- Val, what are you doing here?
I got you a surprise.
Come in.
[mysterious music]
NARCISO MARXIST BRIGADE
[María sighs]
Their fingers.
They're the same ones the murderer took
from Lucio Lima.
It's their salute.
Where did you find this?
I went to Lucio Lima's funeral.
What? Why would you go?
María, I know you're opposed
to acting behind their backs,
but this is the main key
to finding the killer.
[chuckles]
What?
Last night, I spoke to Gerardo.
We won't have to investigate
behind their backs again.
[chuckles]
Today is our one-month anniversary.
[chuckles]
And because you're the prettiest officer
in the station,
I cooked you frog legs.
I don't want to eat frog.
Thank you.
No, no. It sounds weird, but…
pretty much tastes like chicken.
So then what's the point
of making me frog?
Well, because it's not special, it's…
Hey, do me a favor.
Uh, please go to Romandía's office
for a moment, okay?
I should go greet your father.
As an act of courtesy.
No. No, no, no, no.
Listen to me. It's not a good time.
Please.
Thank you.
Dad. Good morning.
I made something for you.
- [tense music]
- [bin creaking]
This is a place…
for policemen.
Not for housewives.
Anything else?
No, sir.
[footsteps approaching]
- I'll see you in there.
- Yeah.
If I would have known a simple coin toss
would fix everything,
I would have done it.
Forgive me.
[sighs]
Really, I know I messed up yesterday.
I just wanted to help.
I thought that taunting Gerardo's ego…
would help get you a place.
In a very childish way, yeah.
- Though I suppose…
- [whistle sounds]
…a coin toss wasn't
a very mature way either.
Yeah, well…
Why don't we leave it
in the past, Lieutenant?
What do you say?
Very well.
[Octavio] Another victim.
They had to let go of the suspect,
a man called Mauricio.
That guy was real pissed off.
[María] He's also part of the group.
- What group?
- Right here.
NARCISO MARXIST BRIGADE
We have to talk to Gerardo.
[siren wailing]
[chattering]
- Where do you think you're going?
- It doesn't concern you.
- We've got authorization.
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- [María sighs]
- [Gerardo] Vaca.
Let them through.
They're with me.
You heard him.
The hell are they doing here, Gerardo?
They'll only be in the way.
Hm. I don't remember asking
for your opinion.
We need to show you something.
Where did you get this?
It was acquired at the funeral
for Lucio Lima.
Have you identified the people
in the photo?
No, only the two victims.
[Gerardo] "Narciso Marxist Brigade."
So it was targeted.
That means that any of these kids
could wind up becoming the next victim.
It's only been 48 hours
between the first and the second victim,
so we must assume he's planning
the next hit as we speak.
We need to identify all these people.
We need to warn them.
- All right.
- Yes, sir.
Lozano, give them the address
of the priest's mother.
- Thank you.
- [Gerardo] Let's go.
Romandía.
You're staying with us.
[Gerardo] We found the first victim
inside the confessional.
Lorenzo Vargas.
And as far as Lucio Lima,
he was beaten,
choked, and then mutilated.
Same fingers were torn off as the others.
The second victim…
What do you mean, the second victim?
[scoffs]
Sofí.
A janitor.
Saúl Romero.
We found him lying on the ground,
face down.
Two gunshots in the back.
No casings found.
[Octavio] Hm.
And…
his fingers?
Unharmed.
[mysterious music]
The shots came from the confessional.
- Right?
- That's right.
We found gunpowder traces,
but no fingerprints anywhere.
It means he slipped on the victim's blood,
and left behind footprints
towards the exit there.
So that means…
the murder of the janitor
wasn't part of the initial plan.
[bell tolls]
[dog barking]
May I ask you a question?
You may.
When is the appropriate time
to meet the parents
of a partner for whom you have
sentimental feelings?
Oh…
Um, well, it depends.
For example, I met Alejandro on a Tuesday,
and he introduced himself to my father
on Friday that same week.
So it's three days then?
No, no. That was just him.
He was a romantic.
But if you want to take the next step
in your relationship,
talk to Gabriel.
Sometimes a man needs
a little bit of a push.
Please tell me you have a clue
who did this to my son.
No, not yet, ma'am.
However, we wanted to ask you if…
Lorenzo had any recent contact
with someone by the name of Lucio Lima.
No, I don't know who he is.
What about the name "Narciso Marxist"?
Does it at all ring a bell for you?
Do you recognize anyone from this photo?
Only my Lorenzo.
Who are these other men?
They're members of a student group
your son was a part of.
We believe they may be in danger.
I know nothing about a student group.
Are you sure about that?
[Lorenzo's mom] When he started college,
Lorenzo stayed away from me.
He'd only come home
so he could eat or sleep.
He stopped speaking to me,
he even stopped attending mass.
But…
one thing I know is,
only God can straighten
the most windy path.
What do you mean?
Tlatelolco.
[pensive music playing]
Two rounds fired at…
- [bell tolls]
- …exactly 49 feet.
Our murdered was not an amateur
with that weapon.
With this precision,
we must consider that he's trained.
Possibly police.
You are crossing the line, Romandía.
Enough of your stupid theories.
Do you have a better one?
How about any right-winged psychopath
just trying to settle a score.
- They also know how to fire a gun.
- Not like this.
At 49 feet,
two clean shots like this
require plenty of practice.
And the cost of those bullets?
Someone lacking visibility
and the victim was on the move.
Even for a veteran cop,
it's one hell of a shot.
Hmm. Now you're a fan of theirs.
Knock it off!
Just focus.
Lozano.
Happens to be a good theory.
But we're gonna need
a lot more information.
This was an active group in 1968.
Do you need more information?
There's only one place
where you can gather the intel.
[sighs]
[background music plays]
[boss] The pay raise doesn't apply yet.
Not until next month.
Understood.
Don't you dare ask
for any special treatment.
No, sir.
[exhales]
[chuckling]
[shushes]
[cashier 1] Oh, my God.
Cashier supervisor.
Did you know that you're the first woman
appointed as supervisor?
- Yeah.
- Don't let it go to your head, though.
And don't think we're gonna treat you
any differently.
- [chuckles]
- Let me tell you, girls,
that I'm not gonna be satisfied
as a cashier supervisor.
I'm going to own the entire place,
- and we'll see if you don't behave.
- Oh!
- That's right.
- Dang, girl!
- Back to work.
- Oh!
[chuckling]
What would you prefer?
Being cremated or buried?
I don't want either.
I'd prefer to be mummified.
- [gasps]
- [chuckles]
- [door opens]
- Excuse me, officers,
but I'm extremely busy.
It'll be just a minute, please.
Although, I am known to make
the occasional exception.
Last night you held a funeral
for Lucio Lima, do you recall?
Why are you asking?
Did you see any of these people
at the funeral?
[sighs]
Well…
Maybe this chick here.
- Not sure.
- [Gabina] Hm.
Do you know her name?
No.
Now, excuse me.
But you don't register the attendees?
[chuckles]
No, we're not a jailhouse.
What about the person
who paid for the service?
Yeah? What about him?
Could you give us his information?
I'm sorry. I didn't meet him.
He sent the payment via courier.
[Valentina] So, can we see the check?
He paid us in cash.
Are you satisfied?
- If you don't mind…
- [door clicks]
[Gabina sighs]
[door closes]
Now what?
[Valentina chuckles]
Excuse me.
Can we have a word in private?
Thank you.
[chuckles]
My new partner is a little gossipy.
[chuckles]
It's better if she doesn't hear.
[chuckles]
I knew that the two of us had a…
connection.
A special one.
[chuckles]
I'm gonna…
bring a tax collector,
because I bet you don't declare
all the money that pours in here.
'Cause even if you look like a rat,
you could have everything in order.
So I'm sure you wouldn't at all mind
a couple of nosy inspectors
snooping around your records,
every single invoice…
and all your checks.
Right?
[gulps]
[Lucio's brother] The police said
he was killed for being a faggot.
Or for him being a communist.
Sorry, is that not as bad?
For my father, yes.
When my brother informed us
that he was attracted to men,
my father kicked him out
hoping that he would reconsider it.
Maybe you should have listened
instead of punishing him.
Maybe if Lucio hadn't been
such a mule-ish asshole…
If you feel that way,
why did you pay for his funeral?
He may have been a pain in the ass,
but he was my brother.
Mr. Lima.
Someone is murdering the people
in this photo,
and we have to go warn all of them.
So nobody else has to bury their brother.
Please.
[sighs]
It's Olga.
Olga. I… I don't know her last name.
[jots down name]
Lucio would bring her
to our house sometimes.
- He said she was his girlfriend.
- Mm.
I don't know, maybe they studied together.
You said Lucio studied philosophy at UNAM?
[pop rock music playing]
Yeah.
[Valentina] Remember that
we are not cops here.
We're here to help Olga's mom
find her daughter,
because she hasn't been in touch
for days.
I still feel like you're being dramatic.
Why wouldn't they want to help us?
Autonomous University?
Nah, the police don't come here.
If someone caught us in uniform,
everything would be screwed.
Ready, girls? Let's do it.
[Gabina] We are looking for this girl.
Her name is Olga. Do you know her?
We're her mother's friends.
No? Thanks.
If you could take a quick look
at this picture.
Please. Do you know her last name?
We don't know her full name,
but we know she studied here.
If you looked at this photo,
maybe you'd remember something.
I don't know who she is,
but I hope you find her fast.
Hi. My name's María.
We're here looking for this girl.
Her name is Olga.
Have you seen her by any chance?
- Or do you know her last name?
- Why are you looking for her?
What are you doing in here?
Are you undercover or what?
- Who sent you?
- Olga's mother.
[student] You say you know her mother,
but you don't know her last name.
You'd better leave, ma'am,
if you don't want any trouble.
Fuck off!
We're not stupid. Get real.
Identify yourself!
Explain to us why
you're looking for this girl.
Olga's mother is extremely worried.
We just want to protect her.
Protect her, my ass.
You're trying to hunt her.
[students clamoring]
Please…
Olga needs our help right now, everyone!
Think about her mother.
Please.
[no audible dialogue]
[student] We don't want you.
We don't need you. Get out!
[administrator] So…
Do you happen to know
which campus Olga attended?
Or what she studied?
Do you know her last name?
Well, we think that she studied here
in 1968, so…
That narrows it down.
[chuckles]
Officer.
You may not be wearing your uniform,
but I'm not stupid.
Let me explain to you how UNAM works,
so you understand.
Each year, at this university,
over 25,000 students sign up,
and we have more than a dozen
independent faculties.
Each with their own administration
and separate registries.
And then, once you compound
postgraduate studies,
masters, PhD's, investigation centers,
there's no desk that exists,
no single archive
where you can just say…
"I'm here for Olga,"
and they say,
"Ah, yes, well, she's right here."
And even if there was,
you ladies are police officers.
And if you really think…
that UNAM is going to give you access
to the student files, just like that,
no questions asked, to the police,
without an order
from the dean of the school,
frankly, officers, you're crazy.
We're about to close now.
Good evening, ladies.
[downbeat music]
[Gerardo] Chief Escobedo, what we need
to investigate
is whether this student group
had enemies.
We already know that the government
had spied on some student groups…
No, no. Say no more, Herrera.
It's about saving lives, Chief.
Detective, imagine this just for a second.
I pick up that phone,
and call the Government office,
and I request
that they share with me all the files
on student group spying.
The office is going to call the President,
and then he's going to phone me.
He will then ask what the hell I'm doing
meddling with state secrets.
And I'm going to answer him,
as the moron-asshole that I am,
protecting an
anti-government/communist organization.
I don't have to tell you, Herrera,
what the President will tell me.
Correct?
All due respect, Chief,
we're not in search of state secrets…
Everything is a state secret,
all right, kiddo?
I guess it didn't work out.
The only thing he cares about
is his façade.
They don't give a shit about justice.
You're only realizing that now?
[mischievous music]
Let me just try a different angle.
[door opens, closes]
[phone ringing]
- Romandía.
- [María] Captain.
We need to go speak to the dean at UNAM.
What?
It's our only opportunity to find Olga.
Maybe Chief Escobedo can reach him,
or maybe even the President.
Are you confident that Olga studied there?
No, but Lucio Lima did…
But what if Olga studied
at Polytech or at UP?
You want Escobedo
to speak to the President,
so he calls the university rector?
Did you know that the two of them
hate each other?
- Okay, so what do we do?
- Just forget about it.
UNAM isn't going to give you
the answers you are looking for.
You can try another thing tomorrow.
No, we can't wait till tomorrow.
There's no other option.
Sometimes that's how it is.
[ominous music]
WOOLWORTH
[horn honks nearby]
[cashier chuckles]
Come on. Just buy it
with your supervisor discount,
then we can go party.
What are you talking about?
You're crazy.
I have to start two hours early tomorrow.
[groans]
Don't be a party pooper.
Come on, we can go to the bar
down the street by your place?
Why are you being so insistent now?
[inhales sharply, chuckles]
I just had a huge fight with my mom.
And, well…
What if I stay over at your place?
Just for tonight, I swear.
No.
[chuckles]
- Hey!
- Yes, of course you can!
Great.
[cashier] Okay, well, what if…
No, no, no. Motherfucker!
- You going to help me pay?
- Of course.
[Olga chuckles]
Yeah, right, and now…
[engine starts]
[classical guitar music playing]
[patrons chattering]
- Would you like another drink?
- No, thank you.
[footsteps approaching]
What are you doing here?
Caro. It's been a while.
- Years now.
- I asked you a question.
I haven't seen you since…
Since my divorce, right?
Yeah, and?
I just wanted to tell you…
that it must not have been easy.
Especially with how I was treated.
- Pardon?
- Was I not clear?
You, Esmeralda, Tita, Fabiola,
and all my other "dear" friends…
I'm sorry.
It's fine now.
You hurt me, you apologized,
so your conscience is now pure.
You can go.
Alejandro cheated on me.
We're not together.
- Why is everything so complicated?
- [chuckles]
Welcome to Mexico.
Olga's information
is definitely in those files.
And for some reason
that's unrelated to us,
they won't help us at all.
They should understand
that we're on the same team.
And what is that team, Gabina?
Why would they think that we're looking
for Olga, so we can help her out?
Because it's the truth.
And if they don't help us,
she'll for sure end up dead.
Yeah, and they need
to protect their students.
What about Olga and them?
How safe are they?
We have less than 24 hours left.
The killer could be right next
to all of them at this very moment.
UNAM is risking their lives right now
by closing their doors on us.
I know this is hard for you,
but opening their doors is more dangerous.
[chuckles]
So a little infidelity is what
set you straight, that right? How come?
[chuckles]
So, what made you leave Aníbal?
Three broken ribs
and bleeding internally.
He was so charming.
So, obviously everyone rejected me.
God, would you please forgive me, Caro?
For turning my back on you.
I feel so bad.
You don't need to feel that way now.
That's exactly how I got away from
everything that made me feel safe.
Thanks to that,
I could finally get to know myself.
I'd like that, to know myself.
I wanna know.
Have you had sex after your separation?
[chuckles]
No.
Alejando was my…
one and only.
María, honey, listen to me.
There are lots of ways to know ourselves,
and one is knowing what it feels like
to be with another man.
Well, that's easy for you to say.
And you think that it's very difficult?
María, look around.
So you're telling me
there's no one else in your life?
At your job?
[sighs]
Well, there's possibly someone at work,
I suppose.
Don't think about it.
Visit him, and once he opens the door,
you jump on him.
[Caro laughs]
I'm not going to jump on him, Caro.
Who does that?
How would you know…
your favorite ice cream flavor
if you've only tried vanilla?
Caro, you're up next.
Great, thanks.
Sorry. I don't want to get you
in trouble with your boss.
[scoffs]
What boss?
- That man works for me.
- [patrons applause]
I own this place.
You're standing before the boss
of this establishment.
So enjoy the show.
- [applause]
- [flamenco music playing]
- [patron 1 cheers]
- [music ends]
[patrons cheering]
[door opens]
[Alex] But it's not fair.
Why can't we go with you to work
for a day?
That way we'd get to see you more.
Then, what about Saturday?
Hey, what are you doing?
We're on the phone with our papa.
No.
Alejandro, it's late.
You'll see them tomorrow. Hang up.
I can't believe this.
Do you know what time it is?
He didn't do anything. It was our idea.
Don't be angry at him.
- We called.
- Yeah, but your father is a grown-up.
He should know the difference
between the time for talking
and the time to get to bed.
But we really miss him,
and you weren't here either.
[Mar] We just wanted to talk to him.
All right.
What if we propose this to your papa?
We'll see if you can be with him tomorrow.
Would you two like that?
Okay. Well, go to bed.
It's already way past your bedtime, guys.
- [Mar] It's not late.
- Yeah, it really is.
[soft rock playing]
What's up?
[Octavio clears throat]
You're late, asshole.
Nah, I'm never late.
I just wanted you to get comfortable.
- Thank you.
- Did you bring what I asked for?
Effectively, there's an existing file
on that group.
I already know about that.
And I didn't bring it.
Oh, for fuck's sake, Guardado.
- If you're gonna make me waste my time…
- Hey, hey, hey.
Take it down a notch.
Do you realize what would happen to you
if they knew you had your hands
on an unauthorized government file?
This is serious stuff.
I'm protecting you, moron.
That bastard could kill again
at any moment.
I know that.
I'm not giving you that damn file.
But I will give you the name
of the agent in charge
of protecting all those students.
He was a former officer
we recruited in 1960,
and then discharged in '69.
And if anyone knows
who would want to hurt them,
it's him.
His name is Filiberto Guerra.
Filiberto Guerra?
Do you know the name?
I do know that name, yeah.
What's this?
No.
You were able to find that group's file?
I got the file of the agent in charge
of watching over them.
How'd you manage to get your hands on it?
Turns out that this fucker
was a police officer.
He was discharged in 1954.
Later, he was hired by the government,
watching over students.
The file isn't recent,
but at least we have something now.
By the way…
[clears throat]
you owe me 3,000 pesos.
Pay me when you can.
[intriguing orchestral music]
Filiberto Guerra.
[Octavio] That's right.
He's the only one who can help us.
But I wonder if he'll talk to us
after we took his badge away.
He'll talk.
He and my dad were friends.
[Octavio] It's our lucky day.
[Gilberto] Hey, hey. Can I help you?
Hi.
Uh, I'd like to talk to a police officer.
That's me, sweetheart. Tell me.
Not you.
With the women police officers.
Hey, she's selling perfumes.
They're over there.
In the basement.
Thanks.
[investigative music]
Her name is Olga Correa.
She's from the school
of Philosophy and Literature.
The two of us took one class together
before she dropped out
almost two years ago.
She's from Morelos.
I remember because my grandparents
were also born there.
But that's all I know.
Thank you, Mila.
[María] Hi, good afternoon.
Olga Correa?
How may I help you, ladies?
[María] We want to ask you some questions.
We're investigating the murders
of Lucio Lima and Lorenzo Vargas.
I know nothing about that.
I haven't seen them in years.
I'm very sorry.
[sighs]
Olga, it's important that you hear us out.
Is there somewhere
that we can speak with privacy?
No, and if you don't leave,
I'll have to go find security.
[footsteps approaching]
[dramatic music]
[gasps]
Where did you get this photo from?
We believe every member of that group
is in danger,
yourself included.
I asked you where you got this photo from.
At the funeral for Lucio Lima.
[Valentina] We need you to help us
track them down to warn them.
Olga, we don't know any of their names,
or how to find them.
You haven't found anyone else?
Can we speak in private?
Yes, of course we can.
Whatever you need, don't worry.
- I'll grab my purse. Would you wait here?
- [Valentina] Sure.
[chuckles]
Filiberto Guerra.
Are you certain it's the name
that you were given?
[Gilberto] Yes, sir. I'm sure.
They're seeing him, you said?
- Yeah, in a bit.
- Okay.
They said he would be of help
in the investigation.
Well done, my boy.
Thanks, sir.
For that little girl that dreams big.
[chuckles]
This is why I don't want to have kids.
It's only a toy, Val.
I had one just like that.
[Valentina] Hmm.
Look at you.
Something's not right.
What is it? What's wrong?
[mysterious music]
Excuse me, have you seen Olga Correa?
[boss] She just took her break.
Said she wasn't feeling well.
No way.
Listen to me carefully.
I need her address right now.
Her life is in danger.
[thunder rumbling]
[tense music]
[thunder rumbling]
[breathes shakily]
[María] Olga.
Listen, we really need to talk to you.
Your life is in danger.
[dog barking nearby]
[breathes heavily]
Get me out of here and we'll talk.
[thunder rumbles]
[chanting] Liberty! Liberty! Revolution!
[Olga] We were walking peacefully.
The army was carrying us
towards the center of the square.
Until that moment,
things remained peaceful.
Then, the flares appeared.
Then I heard the first shots…
coming from the windows.
The army thought we were the shooters,
so then they opened fire.
I ran away.
I lost sight of Manuel.
And Vera.
And in the distance, I saw César.
I ran towards him.
[ominous music]
But before I could get to him,
I saw him being thrown
against a store window.
They threw him so hard
he broke through the glass.
He was covered in blood,
but he was alive.
Then I saw a man.
He was wearing civilian clothes,
and headed our way.
He was young.
[emotional music]
He wasn't our age, but…
he was young.
I guess César assumed
he was going to help.
He pulled out a pistol instead.
And he…
[exhales]
[protesters clamoring, screaming]
[Olga sniffles]
At that moment I understood,
that I wasn't going to survive.
The truth is, they weren't going to stop
until they killed us all.
[sniffles]
How many people in your group were…
murdered that day?
[Olga sniffles]
César,
Lin…
[sobbing]
Paolo,
Manuel, and Vera.
[sobs]
Gamboa died four days later
in the hospital.
[sighs]
We had agreed to meet…
at Enrique's grandmother's house
after the rally,
if we got split up or something.
I didn't go.
I don't think anyone else did either.
[Ángeles] Four of them are still alive.
[María] Olga Correa,
Damián Ojeda,
Enrique Saravia,
and Lola Hoffman.
Olga couldn't tell us where to find them.
All right.
And was she able to determine
who followed her?
Didn't get a good look.
[Díaz] Okay. Vaca!
- Díaz.
- Yeah.
Uh, go look up all these names
in the civil, traffic,
and social security records.
We have to locate all the addresses.
Why don't you just have them handle it?
[Díaz] Because I'm asking you.
Go on!
Great work.
We saved at least one life with your help.
Yes, but we need to find the others
as soon as possible.
[Díaz] Romandía and Gerardo are on it.
They found someone who had dealings
with that group of students.
He was police.
It all points to us finding out
where he's at real soon.
Good work, ladies.
- Thank you.
- Good night.
- [Olga] I'm ready.
- [Valentina] Cool.
[sighs]
Any idea when I'll be able to come back?
We're not quite sure,
but hopefully it's gonna be soon.
All that's important now
is that you're safe.
If there had been
female police officers in 1968,
I might have just been a cop
and not protested.
I think I would have done better.
Well, it's never too late.
[tender music]
As soon as all this is over,
we'll be waiting for you.
[Valentina] Yep.
- Thank you.
- [Valentina] You're welcome.
Your ticket, miss.
Thanks a lot. Go ahead.
[chef] It's almost ready.
Have a lot to go.
Don't forget about that couple.
- Hey there.
- Hello.
[Gabriel] I wanted to apologize
for what happened yesterday.
I left without saying goodbye.
You didn't want me to meet your father.
Why not?
What are you talking about?
You pushed me aside when you saw him.
Do I embarrass you?
- No.
- [chef] Gabriel. Allez, allez.
- Today, we don't get a break. Come on.
- Yes, chef.
Sorry, I gotta go.
We're really slammed right now.
But listen to me.
You don't embarrass me at all.
My dad is who embarrasses me.
Not you, him.
Well, in that case,
don't worry about me.
I'd like to meet your parents.
It's time for us
to take the next step together.
Have a good night.
Yeah, you too.
Good evening, Dad.
What are you out here for?
I didn't know where to go.
And we saved someone's life today, Papa.
A woman.
I should be on cloud nine right now,
but I keep thinking about
how the killer's still out there.
[tender music]
[kisses]
The fact is, occasionally,
we all have to go back home.
To try to clear our heads.
Even if we're cops, we have to do it.
[chuckles]
Come in. Welcome.
[Gabina] Thank you. Excuse me.
[engine shuts off]
Do you think he'll talk to us?
Why wouldn't he talk?
We come in peace.
You know what?
There's another possibility.
I… I'm just saying.
[sighs]
What are you talking about, Romandía?
You knew Filiberto Guerra.
He wasn't the most mentally stable guy.
What if…
[sighs]
I'd be lying if I said
I'd never thought of that.
Just in case something happens, right?
["Ça devait arriver", Nicoletta]
Find your own music
Caro
[song continues]
[Gerardo] Filiberto Guerra!
I'm Gerardo Herrera.
We just want to talk!
[song continues]
[no audible dialogue]
Motherfucker.
Filiberto Guerra is the killer.
[song continues]
Filiberto!
Filiberto!
We just want to talk to you.
[Gerardo] Hey, Romandía!
[grunts]
- Cover me.
- [Octavio] Got it.
[song fades]
[tense music]
Filiberto!
Don't move.
He's dead.
[sighs]
[Gerardo] Who the hell killed him?
DUBBING BROTHERS