Women in Blue (2024) s02e03 Episode Script

1
[guitar strumming "La Bamba"]
To get to heaven
To get to heaven
You'll need a long ladder
That's enough, Enrique.
You need to concentrate.
No joke.
They paralyzed the French economy.
How do you think it all started?
With student demonstrations,
just like ours, Lola.
- So, what happened?
- I've got bad news, man.
- No, why bad?
- Three other brigades just announced
they're not gonna march with us
at the protest.
What? Fucking pussies. Why not?
They think we're walking
into a trap.
So what if we're the only revolutionaries
in the street, huh?
No one here's chicken.
- UNAM, center and front row.
- That's it!
Front and center.
I think they're scared of us.
The Olympics are in ten days.
We've got them by the balls.
- And Díaz Ordaz knows it.
- [Olga] Yeah.
- Let him shake in his boots.
- Hey. Cheers.
[Olga chuckles]
'Cause he doesn't know what's coming.
- [both chuckle]
- Hey, cheers.
What if it really is a trap?
I said, what if it is a trap?
No way, Lucio.
The foreign press is here in Mexico.
The government would be stupid
to try anything
in front of the whole world.
- Yeah.
- [César] No to the Olympics.
[all] Yes to revolution!
No to the Olympics!
[all] Yes to revolution!
No to the Olympics!
Yes to revolution!
- Comrades!
- [member] Yeah! Way to go!
[applause]
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
- I love you.
- I love you more.
[Olga chuckles]
Wait up, everyone!
We have to take a photo.
Lucio.
- We don't need a fucking photo.
- [member] Photo? Why?
Yeah.
- Yes, it's true, we need one.
- [César] Mm.
We need a photo right away.
If Lucio wants a photo, then we need one.
Okay, brigade!
Stand at the fireplace for the photo!
Everybody stand at the back.
Squeeze in.
Get in closer.
Some stand, others kneel.
Don't move or it will be blurry.
- Ready?
- [member] Yeah.
[Lucio] Let's see.
[group chatter]
Smile!
NARCISO MARXIST BRIGADE
[crowd chanting indistinctly]
[camera shutter clicks]
- [chanting continues]
- [camera shutter clicks]
Revolution!
[chanting continues]
PUBLIC DIALOGUE
[chanting continues]
Revolution! Revolution!
[chanting continues]
Revolution! Revolution!
Revolution! Revolution!
OCTOBER 2ND
[gunfire]
[crowd shouting]
[student] Lola, this way!
[shouting continues]
[silence]
WOMEN IN BLUE
["No Soy Tuya", Ximena Sariñana]
["Eso", Los T.N.T.]
[moaning, kissing]
[panting]
Take it off.
What a shame.
- [Luz] What a shame.
- [gasps]
What?
- [breathing heavily]
- I said what a shame.
You're a grown woman,
an adult, for God's sake.
[María exhales]
- I'll make coffee.
- Yes, Mom.
[footsteps receding]
[melancholy piano music playing]
[groans]
[chuckles]
Oh, María.
[Filiberto Guerra, on video]
I killed a few of them in 1968.
And the ones who escaped,
I found them. It took a while.
I murdered one in his apartment.
And another one in a church.
He was dressed as a priest,
but I could smell that communist
from the second I walked in.
- What else do you want to know?
- [turns TV off]
- [Gerardo] Okay.
- Hmm.
You said that the video
was left at your door.
Any idea who left it?
Obviously it was the person who made it.
But why would they leave it
personally for you?
To grab me by the balls, Herrera.
Why else?
Most of what he confessed was done
when he was still on the police force.
Sir, what if there are more copies?
If he wanted it to be made public,
it would already be out.
He wants us to leave him in peace.
And I plan to do exactly that.
This is the official version, Herrera.
After an in depth
and thorough investigation,
the police visited
the home of the suspect…
[Gerardo] Chief…
They found him armed to the teeth.
After a confrontation, he was subdued.
Tell it however the fuck you want.
Unfortunately, the suspect didn't survive.
Nothing about his name
or that he was on the force.
With all due respect, Chief Escobedo,
at some point the truth
always comes to light.
No, Herrera.
No, if we do it right, it won't.
We're giving him a pass.
That's when you swoop in, Herrera.
When he lowers his guard,
you catch him in the act.
Got any suspects?
Filiberto Guerra was ordered to tail
this group of students in 1968.
There's your motive.
Guerra wanted to murder them all.
One of them got wind of it
and hit first.
Are there a lot left?
Only three.
[chuckling]
Perfect situation!
Go find those three fuckers.
And make it fast, because our version
must become the only one, okay?
Back to work, yeah?
[Gerardo] As some of you already know,
last night, Captain Romandía and I
found the dead body
of Filiberto Guerra.
Guerra was our primary suspect
in the three assassinations.
Two of the victims were members
of a student group
that was active in 1968.
Before we were able
to apprehend Filiberto,
a new killer got him first.
We will focus the investigation
on the three remaining survivors
of this student group.
Is that clear?
These people are victims, sir.
It's our job to protect them,
not hunt them down.
Camacho!
Be quiet!
Nobody here is hunting anyone.
But these people are suspects.
We have to interrogate them
and verify their alibis.
They have them,
there's nothing to worry about.
The names of the three survivors
from the Narciso Marxist group
are Lola Hoffman, Damián Ojeda,
and Enrique Saravia.
We found the addresses for the first two.
Enrique Saravia's address
has unfortunately been
very difficult to locate.
Romandía,
you and your team will go over
all the things we found
at Filiberto Guerra's.
Is that clear?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
- And one more thing…
And this is an order from Chief Escobedo.
Nobody outside of this station
can know the name of Filiberto Guerra,
and, most importantly,
that he was a member of the police.
We don't want a scandal.
You understand?
- Yes, sir.
- [Gerardo] Very good.
You may go. Thank you.
- [Gerardo] What's going on, Gaba?
- Filiberto Guerra.
Pop knew him, yeah?
Look, Gabina.
Do you have any idea
how many people Pop knows?
He came over more than once.
I remember Guerra.
Gabina.
[sighs]
Filiberto Guerra was not a good person.
The guy had everyone here fooled,
including Pop, remember that.
[Valentina] I don't agree
with this at all.
Valentina, we're simply looking
for answers.
More like scapegoats.
Did you not listen in there?
Escobedo is hiding that Filiberto Guerra
was in the police.
Because he was fired 17 years ago.
Why mention it, huh?
It would just turn people against us more.
Besides, you can't be sure
that they're innocent.
Hey, wait, wait.
Suppose one of them actually did it.
That's self-defense.
Very unlikely.
Although the killer may have feared that
Filiberto would come for him,
the evidence points clearly
to distinct premeditation.
Picture this.
The killer enters the home of Filiberto,
ties him up,
murders him,
and escapes without speaking
to the police.
Doesn't sound like self-defense to me.
[tense music playing]
Well, I won't hunt activists.
Okay, then let's gather their alibis.
If we confirm their innocence,
we can protect them.
Or perhaps you'd rather
the guys do the work?
Come on.
May I have your attention.
Last night, a unit,
a police team led by Detective Herrera,
entered the residence of the murderer
of Lorenzo Vargas and Lucio Lima.
In a great show of courage,
they were triumphant.
[bangs on door]
- What?
- Damián Ojeda?
We need to ask you some questions.
Lola Hoffman?
Yeah?
Detective Antonio Díaz.
I'll need you to come with me, please.
I did promise you…
that I would apprehend him.
I would also like to confirm
that the cold-blooded murderer
is dead too.
I'm not going anywhere with you
without a warrant.
You stupid fuck.
You're coming with us.
My name is Lola Hoffman,
and Detective Antonio Díaz
is taking me into custody!
- Come now, fucker.
- I said let go of me!
I will not reveal the name
of the assassin.
If I do that,
studies have shown that
when we reveal that information,
this creates other copycat killers.
- You there.
- [reporter] Yes, Chief.
After cleaning up the streets so well,
would you ever consider
a career in politics?
In politics?
Will you run for president, for instance?
No, young man.
My loyalty at this moment
is to the President of the Republic.
And I repeat, my priority…
is to uphold the security of Mexico City.
[footsteps approaching]
[Escobedo sighs]
Good job, kid.
Any time, Chief.
[office chatter]
- Hello, María.
- Hello, Chela.
- Can I help you?
- What?
[inhales]
No. I'm okay.
Looks like you could use a hand.
- [moans]
- [grunts]
No, thank you.
I'm okay.
Something wrong?
[chuckles]
Thanks for the… But…
[sighs]
Ah… Yes. I forgot that I…
I need to speak to… Chela!
Is everything okay?
[sighs]
I've got nothing to say to you, actually.
Could you maybe just… tell me something?
- [Chela] You know…
- Mm-hmm?
Romances in the office may seem fun
and entertaining,
but never end well.
Trust me.
I know all about it, okay?
Watch out.
Gera! Gera!
What is it now, Gaba?
Could we possibly watch the interrogation?
Don't be stupid.
What on earth for?
Hey, nobody asked you.
Say, yes, okay? We'll just observe. Yes?
- You haven't paid your dues, Gabina.
- You shut your face.
You can observe from the back,
with your mouth shut.
- Got it?
- Yes.
- [Gerardo sighs]
- [chuckles]
What?
[door opens]
[door closes]
It's good you agreed to come.
I had no choice.
Filiberto Guerra.
Does that name ring a bell?
The prick who spied on us?
Did he continue?
We disbanded the group after Tlatelolco.
You probably know that.
So I assume that he was told
to leave us in peace.
We believe Filiberto Guerra
had a personal vendetta
against your group.
[Lola] I don't have a group.
And for the record,
Filiberto Guerra spied on us,
by order of the same government
that pays your salary.
Okay.
He was no longer employed by the police.
However,
he did want to kill you one by one.
And now?
[Díaz inhales]
Well, lucky for you, Lola,
he was killed first, right?
I'm glad somebody killed him.
Because otherwise I know
I would have been next,
- and you haven't done…
- [slams desk]
Where the fuck were you on Thursday
from 6:00 p.m. to 4:00 in the morning?
Where I always am.
I work as a guard in a soap factory.
[Gerardo] Can your boss verify this?
Yes. I check an entry and an exit card
each night, I swear.
You can go over the books
if you don't believe me.
I need the factory's address.
[gasps]
[sighs]
Maybe, but I don't give a shit
about the delivery guy's life.
I paid for a home delivery.
No way I'm driving there myself.
Out of the question. No.
I need you to check his alibi.
Okay, I'll go tell Vaca.
Lozano, I didn't ask Vaca, I asked you.
It's important.
I need you to go there now, in person.
Let me know.
Yeah.
NO DIALOGUE
Enrique Saravia. Where can we find him?
[Lola inhales]
What for?
So you can bring him here
and treat him like garbage?
Treat him like a criminal?
No. No, no, no, no.
We would only treat Enrique
like a criminal
because he has a criminal record.
Destruction of private property,
assault and battery,
resisting authority…
[Lola] You're the ones
who provoked all that.
[Díaz] How do you know?
You haven't seen him in three years.
Must I remind you that if you know
and don't cooperate,
that makes you an accomplice.
And that is a felony.
I haven't seen Enrique and the others
since 1968.
We all just really wanted
to be part of something important.
We wanted to change…
the whole world.
[chanting]
But I figured out then
that the world will never change.
Especially not for us.
[sound muted]
Many of us were murdered that day
in Tlatelolco.
[Damián breathes shakily]
Tell me if anyone paid for that.
Anyone?
[sighs]
Huh?
- [hits desk]
- [door opens]
[door closes]
[exhales]
[exhales]
[door opens]
Damián.
Damián.
And now what?
I wanted to say that
I'm very sorry for your friends.
For everything you've been through.
Yes, I am too.
And for what's happening
to this entire country too.
I'm sorry for that too.
So where were you that day?
Which day?
The second of October.
My mother forbade me from marching.
And the next day, I read the papers,
packed my bags, left my house.
I should have been at that protest.
Neither you nor any of us had to be there.
But we were there.
Here are the files, officer.
Put it over there.
Go on, pick them up.
María. What a nice surprise.
[sighs]
What are you doing here?
I'm waiting for Chief Escobedo…
to agree to meet with me.
I've come to offer my services
as a consultant.
A consultant?
I have learned that many law firms
are rather anxious to hire lawyers
with my particular past.
I need a job.
María, maybe…
you can ask him to consider it?
[sighs]
He wouldn't listen to me.
Don't underestimate yourself.
You have more power than you think, María.
And you know how I could help.
And besides, it wouldn't hurt
for you to have…
a helping hand.
I doubt I can assist. I'm sorry.
Gotta go. Excuse me.
No problem.
It was lovely to see you, María.
[elevator dings]
[Octavio sighs]
[Octavio] Any news?
[Gerardo sighs]
No.
The alibis are consistent.
They won't talk.
Neither of them
will give up Enrique Saravia.
- Lola Hoffman knows where he is.
- How can you be sure?
Because they were both arrested
the same day,
in the same place, six months ago.
They're still in touch.
We're gonna have to force her.
And how the hell do you plan to force her?
That's not your problem.
She won't budge
because she's protecting him
from officers like you.
I'd suggest this.
To the two of them, us men are all alike,
all the same.
We have the same face
as the moron who spied
and hunted them down like animals.
Out with it.
This time, how about
offering them a face…
that's different?
[chuckles]
Lola,
I am Lieutenant de la Torre,
and this is Officer Camacho.
We have confirmed your alibi.
Are you disappointed?
No.
We're very relieved.
Lola, we must find Enrique Saravia.
For what?
[breathes shakily]
Filiberto Guerra murdered
two of my friends.
It's only fair he paid with his life.
Enrique didn't murder anyone.
I know that Filiberto Guerra
was very unstable.
Unstable is someone
who insults you in traffic.
Filiberto Guerra is an assassin.
He was a psychopath.
A murderer who massacred
innocent people, friends…
[voice breaks]
- [exhales]
- [María] That is true.
But be that as it may,
we must investigate.
Our obligation is…
You know what?
I'm happy he was murdered.
[Valentina breathes shakily]
What are they doing?
- I'll put an end to this.
- Herrera.
Don't touch me.
Let them continue, please.
So, what Officer Camacho
is trying to say…
No.
What I'm saying…
is that I'm happy they murdered him.
Val.
Because we know he killed Lucio Lima
and Lorenzo Vargas,
but that he also cut off their fingers
to warn the rest of you.
And he was hunting you.
And he was going to kill you all.
He was a police officer.
Three steps behind.
[Valentina sighs]
Right?
[Lola] That's right.
[sighs]
We were trying to locate you
and your comrades,
so we could warn you.
That's how we found Olga.
Were you the ones that…
warned her?
Yes.
[Lola sobbing]
Thank you.
Thank you.
Lola, if you really think
Enrique is innocent,
we can't find him without you.
If he runs, he'll look guilty.
If we don't give him the chance
to clear his name,
well, he'll be on the run forever.
[Lola] Okay.
I'll tell you where to find him.
- [dog barks in distance]
- [knocking]
[Gerardo]
You're sure this is Saravia's place?
Yeah, he lives here. With his mother.
And have you seen him recently?
A couple of weeks ago.
Now and again, I see the mother.
Pops in, pops out.
Well, thanks. Appreciate the info.
You're welcome.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
We have to consider the possibility
that he may have left the city.
Yeah.
So let's put his face all over town.
Toll booths, bus stations, trains.
Also the airport.
You stay here.
If he comes back,
bring him straight to the station.
- Got it?
- Will do.
- See you later.
- Yes, sir.
[María] So, it turns out Mom was wrong.
About what?
I went to see Caro.
- Oh, really?
- Yes.
She's changed.
She's fulfilled and content.
In fact, I was very surprised.
Anyway, she gave me weird advice.
What advice?
Basically, more or less, she said…
to make love to Romandía.
[laughs]
What?
Well, if she's really that fulfilled,
I think you should follow her advice.
I found something.
I called all the city's hospitals
and morgues,
looking for Enrique Saravia.
And?
I found nothing,
because, in fact, his full name is
actually Enrique Saravia Medina.
And then I also tried with
his mother's maiden name, Medina,
and then I finally located a patient
at St. Thomas Hospital with that name.
It could be him.
But the hospital refused to give me
more information,
unless we have an officer
show up in person.
[María] Can you tell us what happened?
[mother] Well, last week
he went to another one of his protests.
In support the students in Monterrey.
They were intercepted by
the infamous Halcones,
dressed as civilians,
armed with wooden clubs.
They started beating on everyone.
So, he's been here for a whole week?
He's in a coma.
And I must say,
I don't hold it against whoever
basically beat him to a pulp.
I blame the person
who took him to the march,
the one who put all those dangerous
thoughts and ideas in his mind,
who practically pressured him to go there.
Who is this person?
Some guy from his university.
A man named Damián Ojeda.
You're saying that
your son and Damián Ojeda
kept in touch after 1968?
[mother] They were inseparable.
Enrique did anything
that Damián wanted him to do.
He even stopped playing the guitar. And…
he played so well.
But for Damián, there never any time
for Enrique's music
in their fight against the police.
All they talked about
was getting their revenge
for what happened in 1968.
Señora…
is there something we can do for you?
Well, do you think
you could bring me his guitar
from my late mother's house?
I would go myself,
but I don't want Enrique to be alone
when he comes around.
- Doctor?
- Yeah?
What are the chances of him waking up?
Well, because of the gravity
of his brain injury,
we were forced to induce him into a coma.
As for waking up, it would take a miracle.
- Anything else?
- No.
- If you'll excuse me.
- Thanks.
Escobedo was right not to reveal
this man's identity.
There are tons of hooligans out there
looking for fame.
[Romandía] None more than Escobedo.
Uh, do you have the bloodwork?
Yes.
We found something.
How did you know?
There's only one needle mark on his arm.
Either he started doing drugs
that night…
or they poisoned him.
What's, uh, sodium pentothal?
A drug derived mostly from barbiturates,
absorbed immediately.
- Oh, fuck off.
- [laughs]
It's a general anesthetic that usually
suppresses the nervous system real fast.
It's often used as a lethal injection.
Is it found easily?
Not unless you're medical personnel.
Because you have to know
how to administer it.
Thanks a lot.
[Uriel chuckles]
Octavio.
It's good to see you back on the job.
See ya, brother.
[door closes]
[ringing]
[ringing continues]
Detective Herrera.
[Gabina] Gera, Damián lied to us.
Told us he hadn't spoken to Enrique
since '68.
We've spoken to the mother,
and she confirmed the two
were still friends.
Now we're at the hospital. St. Thomas.
Don't move, Gabina. On my way.
Wait there, okay?
No, don't bother.
He's been in a coma for a week,
and it can't be him.
Gabina, the alibi given by Damián
was confirmed.
Then why lie to us about Enrique?
Chela, give us a second, please.
[sighs]
Hey, I was busy.
You checked Damián Ojeda's alibi, right?
Yeah.
Perhaps I should ask you again, Plutarco?
I talked to the person in charge.
Did you visit the factory?
No, I made a phone call…
[slams desk]
For fuck's sake.
I gave you an order.
I told you to go in person.
What's the excuse?
Alcohol?
- Gambling? Women?
- Hey, relax.
Chill out!
Give me an explanation right now,
or I want your badge
and you're suspended, asshole.
I went to pick up
my baby girl's birthday dress.
The fucking store
should have delivered it,
and they didn't.
You know, a bargain at twice the price.
Now what's the fucking problem?
Damián Ojeda's alibi is a total lie.
I had to let him go.
The possible cop killer is walking free…
because of you.
Listen, Gerardo.
You stay here.
You did enough already.
And go do some work, for God's sake.
[elevator dings]
Herrera.
Hold on.
Romandía, I don't have time right now.
Damián Ojeda was a med student.
- And?
- Filiberto Guerra was killed
with sodium pentothal.
He overdosed.
A very difficult chemical to get
and even harder to administer.
But not if you're studying medicine.
But not if you're studying medicine.
Are you saying there's no one
in this entire factory
who can confirm if Damián was at work
the whole day?
Sorry, no.
The job was a solitary one.
But we never had a problem.
Hold on.
Do you think there's a possibility
he could have left
in the middle of his shift and came back
without anyone noticing?
I suppose it's possible.
[Díaz] Gerardo!
Vaca just informed us by radio.
Damián Ojeda is now home.
Nobody moves until we arrive, Díaz.
I don't want to scare him.
- Thank you for your time, sir.
- You're very welcome.
I guess we're just supposed to wait here
and do nothing while they arrest the guy?
Valentina,
can you make it through one whole day
without complaining?
These morons wouldn't have
anyone to arrest
if it weren't for you girls.
Isn't that enough?
[María] I'd also like to go with them.
Just because we're not
the one's arresting,
doesn't mean we have nothing to do.
We can do something productive.
Like bringing Enrique's guitar
to his mother.
[scoffs]
How is that helpful?
Enrique's in a coma
and the doctor says he won't…
I know what he said,
but we can bring hope to his mother.
It's the only thing we can do right now.
[Gerado] And the suspect?
[Gilberto] He's still in there.
[tense music playing]
Twenty minutes ago,
he closed the curtains, but…
that's all I saw.
We have to assume he's armed.
Let's move.
Are you sure it's here?
This is the address Herminia gave us.
Damián Ojeda.
Come out with your hands
in the air, asshole!
[music fades]
It's bad to smoke marijuana.
It's illegal.
Furthermore, it can dull your reflexes.
Among other things.
How about we make a deal?
Every time you see me smoke,
you can tell a new fact
about how bad it is.
All right?
[creaking]
Gabina.
- Here's where the photo was taken.
- Yes.
- Let's grab the guitar and let's go.
- Yeah.
[tense music resumes]
Clear.
No stupid moves, okay, kid?
There's no one in here.
Damián.
[breathes shakily]
Damián?
Hands in the air. Slowly.
[breathes shakily]
Damián Ojeda.
[gunshot]
María!
- María! [gasps]
- [grunts]
- Are you okay?
- I'm fine. How are you?
- Okay. Let's move it.
- Yeah.
Call for backup.
Dispatch. Dispatch.
Damián! Dammit!
Stop!
Police!
Damián!
[Gabina] Val!
Valentina!
Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Excuse me, sir.
- Watch out!
- [brakes screech]
- [horn honks]
Watch out!
Stop, Damián!
[horn honks]
Damián!
[horn honks]
Valentina!
[driver] Out of the way!
[horn honking]
[horn honks]
- [grunts]
- [cries out]
[groans, grunts]
[groans]
Val!
Valentina!
[truck horn honks]
Val!
[both panting]
- Stop! Stop!
- [horns honk]
- Stop!
- [horns honk]
Are you all right?
- [both breathing heavily]
- Yes, we're fine.
- He escaped.
- [horns honking]
And… And we have to…
- [horns honking]
- [Gabina] No…
Dispatch. Lieutenant De la Torre here.
Do you copy?
Take it back to the station.
We issued an alert throughout the city.
We've put all the units on double shifts.
Hey.
You're alive, okay?
That's grounds for celebration
where I come from, María.
[both chuckle]
There's that smile.
I know a place not far from here.
Come on, María.
What harm can one drink do?
What? You and I?
Yeah. No?
No.
If you can't now…
I've got plans.
It's… It… Girls' night out.
Maybe some other time
when we're not both busy.
Uh-huh, sure.
- Well, good night then.
- Yes, good night.
[sighs]
Anybody want a drink?
What?
I mean, we've had a hard day.
But there's nothing we can do now
to catch Damián.
And thank goodness we're all alive.
I think that… we deserve a little drink.
To me, that sounds like
a pretty good idea.
Well, how about my house?
We'll open a bottle of red and play a…
hand of gin.
[scoffs]
What a boring plan, María.
If you really want to celebrate,
I know a place that is perfect.
[funk music playing]
Okay.
It's not exactly the kind of place
I had in mind.
Well, this place is one of
the last safe spaces left in this town,
and I'll tell you why, okay?
Because we can be ourselves.
It's safe, cheap, and best of all…
no men allowed.
Come on.
[crowd applauds]
[cheering]
- [music fades]
- [avant-garde percussion playing]
What is that?
A vagina.
[silence]
[crowd cheering]
[avant-garde music playing]
Well, we should warm up.
What do you guys think about that? Yeah?
- Yes!
- Let's go.
Four tequilas.
Excuse me, only three, if possible.
For me, one red wine.
What? I prefer wine.
María, how about
trying something new, okay?
Be serious. Isn't the fact I'm here
enough of a difference for you?
Val, this club is incredible.
- Isn't it?
- Yes!
Anybody who wants to go on stage can.
To sing?
Or whatever they want to do.
Maybe sing, maybe say something. You know.
Whatever. Juggle. Anything. See?
You should get up there, María.
Are you crazy? How embarrassing.
You want to get to know yourself, no?
[chuckles]
And what?
Look ridiculous in front of everyone?
- No, thanks.
- You know what?
You shouldn't give a fuck about
the opinions of other people, María,
because that's what you've done
your whole life.
And you know what?
If you want a different result,
you'll have to do things differently
and break out of your mold.
And, yeah, you're gonna be in situations
that are frightening, because, if not,
how else will you discover who you are?
[avant-garde music playing]
Well, maybe it's easier to say
than to do.
You're brave.
And you're brave too.
Look at me.
[host] Ladies and ladies.
You're brave too, María.
[host] Please welcome to the stage…
What is your name, darling?
[Ángeles] Ángeles Cruz.
[host] Welcome, Ángeles Cruz.
What's she doing?
[audience applauding]
- This can't be good.
- What do we do?
Do I say something now?
[host] Whatever you want, honey.
A speech…
A poem…
"All men, silly you are
to accuse the woman without reason,
but don't see you're the cause
of what you blame her for."
[exhales]
"If with unparalleled desire
you invite her disdain,
why expect her to do good
if you incite her to do bad?"
Let's go, girl!
[applause]
"In favor or in disdain,
your nature remains the same.
Complaining when you're treated badly
and mocking when you're treated well."
- [applause, cheering]
- Let's go!
"Why be outraged at the guilt
that you all have,
since in promise and insistence
you openly join devil, flesh, and world."
[cheering and applause]
And that's all.
[all cheering]
- Oh, yeah!
- Woo!
[crowd member] Woo-hoo!
[crowd member] Woo!
Bravo, Ángeles!
- Ángeles, what made you get up there?
- I wanted to break out of my mold.
Ángeles, you were marvelous!
[chuckles]
- Yes.
- Thanks.
- I'm going to sit down now.
- Yes, of course. Let's do.
Excuse me.
We'd like, uh, three tequilas
and a red wine.
Four. Four tequilas.
Wow!
Cheers, my girls!
- You're amazing.
- Bravo!
Ángeles!
[country music playing]
Sister Juana Inés de la Cruz?
[scoffs]
How unbelievable,
coming from the mouth of a nun.
[chuckles]
Hey, about that poetry.
Will you lend it to me?
My books aren't for lending,
but you can some to my place
to read it sometime.
Okay.
Val.
- I've made a decision.
- About what?
Romandía.
I'm gonna listen to Caro.
Are you for real?
[both laughing]
I didn't expect that.
How will I know which ice cream
is my favorite
if the only one I've tried is vanilla?
- Am I nuts?
- No.
No, of course you're not.
All right then.
[kisses]
[chuckles]
Bye, girls.
Bye.
Where's she off to?
To break out of her mold.
["Get On Your Knees", Canarios]
[exhales]
[both cheer and giggle]
So that's what breaking out
of the mold means, huh?
- What?
- No?
What?
I don't know, you tell me.
Got a better idea?
[Gabina] Is it cold?
I'm offended by that.
We're family, my dear.
[TV plays in background]
There you go.
[both] Cheers!
[song continues]
[theme music playing on TV]
And we're back.
Joining us in the studio today
is Chief Emilio Escobedo,
who's responsible for the capture
of a very dangerous murderer.
Chief Escobedo, welcome.
Thank you, Jacobo.
And thanks to all of you
watching us in your homes.
It's true that our boys in blue
made an important arrest.
But it's my duty to tell everyone
that our city still isn't clean.
Our city still isn't safe.
[radio turns off]
[ominous music plays]
How do you know you can trust that dude?
We've just got to find his price,
like with any other fucking cop, okay?
Are you trying to say that our streets
are never going to be safe?
No, Jacobo.
I meant that there will
always be criminals.
But there will always be a police force…
capable of dealing with them…
quickly and efficiently.
Uh, pardon me one second, Chief.
But we've received something very unusual
here in the studio.
A video with instructions
to broadcast it live with you here.
A video, Jacobo?
Perhaps it's a message
from the recently deceased murderer.
What's up, Lieutenant?
How's life treating you?
Where's my money?
[Escobedo] That must be some bad joke.
It has to be, because the police
must be the first to watch the video.
[Jacobo] And they will.
But here, our primary obligation
is to the public.
Run the video.
My name is Filiberto Guerra Vásquez,
and this is my confession.
For 28 years,
from 1926 to '54,
I was part of Mexico City's
law enforcement.
As a police officer, I accepted bribes,
hundreds of bribes.
I harassed witnesses,
tortured people, and made them
give false declarations.
Sometime after,
people at the government asked me
to monitor the activity
of certain communists.
Those fucking brats.
Me, I killed a few of them in 1968.
And the ones that escaped,
I found them. It took a while.
I murdered one in his apartment.
And another one in a church.
He was dressed as a priest,
but I could smell that communist
from the second I walked in.
What else do you want?
[video stops]
Apparently, Chief Escobedo…
needed to leave.
After a short commercial break,
we'll be back.
[rustling]
[rustling]
[inhales sharply]
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