Women in Blue (2024) s02e06 Episode Script

1
Honey, relax. Hey, look at me.
-Relax.
-Is he still here?
He's not here anymore, okay?
I won't let anything bad happen to you.
Breathe. Calmly, okay?
My darlings, I'm so glad you're okay.
Oh, I was so scared.
-Let's go.
-I'm staying.
You go ahead.
I'll catch up with you later.
-Can't you come with us?
-Mom. I need to stay.
-María, it's dangerous. Let's go.
-Mom, please.
-De la Torre, what do we have?
-Detective.
A single victim
inside the projection room.
I made sure no one else entered.
So there might be traces of the killer.
Is the confession upstairs?
Yes, everything is
just the way I found it.
Well done, Lieutenant.
Say goodbye to your family. Follow me.
Go, Mom. Don't worry about us.
-Thanks.
-Good luck.
Detective.
Detective!
De la Torre.
There's something I don't understand.
What the hell were you doing here?
Gabriel Arizmendi,
the director of the movie, invited me.
-And why would he do that?
-I don't know.
I went
with Captain Romandía to interview him.
The point is, when the confession started,
I stood up from my seat
and made my way
up here as fast as I could.
I found the door 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 see
that confession and hear what Lozano said.
Yes.
Look at the door.
How did the killer get in unnoticed?
This is different.
"Different" how?
It's a 35 mm film.
The other confessions were videotapes.
Whoever did this had
access to a film laboratory.
It's not an easy process.
María, you said Arizmendi left
before the confession started?
Yes, right before the confession.
I saw him leaving
the screening room in a hurry.
When I went outside, I couldn't find him.
Díaz, go with Gilberto.
Find that fucker
and take him to the station right away.
Let's go.
DIRECTED BY GABRIEL ARIZMENDI
WOMEN IN BLUE
"The cop killer
known as The Executioner forced
Detective Lozano
to confess to the attempted murder
of journalist Lucas Otero,
making it look like a crime perpetrated
by The Undresser."
LIGHTS, CAMERA, CONFESSION!
Well?
Not only did he confess
to trying to kill Lucas,
he also said he was following orders.
But whose?
Somebody who wanted Lucas
to stop talking about The Undresser.
It could've been anybody.
No, not just anybody.
-Then who do you think it was?
-The president, Escobedo
or your dad.
Don't tell me you hadn't thought
about it! Ga
After the meeting,
can we talk? I need to tell you something.
Please, let's not forget why we're here.
Believe me when I say I'd need
a lobotomy to forget it.
I'm talking about Mar.
Why did you do it?
Did you want to make me jealous?
-You really think that about me?
-I don't know.
I thought we were making
progress, that you were over it.
It's not the flu, Alejandro.
It's not about us today.
It's about helping Mar.
We can be on the same team for that.
-Yes.
-Okay.
ACADEMIC RECORD OF CONDUC
GRADES
From what I've read,
you two are separated.
That is our status as of today.
But we're still in
in the process of deciding.
Mmm, yes.
The dislocated shoulder is
already the second incident
between Mar and her classmate.
Well, her classmate said
some horrible things to our daughter.
And Mar felt the need to defend me.
Why would she feel the need to defend you?
And even if that were so,
do you approve of it?
-No.
-No, no, of course not.
Be thankful that the young man knew
how to control his temper,
because it could've been
much worse for your daughter.
-No.
-Yes, of course.
Mm-hmm. I understand
that you work for the police full-time?
-That's right.
-Full time.
Listen, ma'am, children have traditionally
become used to their father's absence.
Because, well, fathers are responsible
for providing financial stability.
However, the mother, through her presence,
is responsible
for providing love and protection.
Together, they provide stability.
You should know that every day,
I wake up at 4:30 in the morning.
-I get them up, I prepare
-Maternal neglect.
Your kids are suffering
from maternal neglect.
Maternal neglect?
Unfortunately, it's
very common these days.
Mar is crying out for you to come home.
Mr. de la Torre,
do you need your wife's income
to cover the basic needs of your home?
Uh
-No, no, no, no. Not exactly, but
-If only that were the reason.
Ma'am, you need to quit your job.
I don't see any other way.
What?
How can you tell me that? You also work.
Yes, but my children are married.
I will submit my recommendation
to the school tomorrow.
And I'll give you
until then to think about it.
How can you leave like that?
At least she gave us a solution for Mar.
Maternal neglect?
I didn't say that. She did.
-And you didn't say anything. God!
-What do you want?
-For me to start arguing?
-God!
María. María, please.
I have to tell you something.
I need to discuss something with you.
It's too late for that!
Val. Excuse me.
Lucas.
-How are you?
-Good. I'm fine.
I quit the newspaper.
What? You don't write anymore?
Yes, of course. I still write
a lot, but for an alternative publication.
Hey, I'm assuming you heard
about the last confession.
Do you have the name of the person
who ordered to have me killed?
No, not a clue.
-Well, he's inside this building.
-Yeah, yeah. It's very likely.
So, what are you still doing in there?
Your place is out here.
Protesting. Remember?
Not trying to arrest the only person
who wants the truth to come out.
You're talking about a murderer.
Don't you realize that if that fucking pig
had seen you, he would've killed you too?
It seems the only one
who's changing is you.
It's not too late.
We're doing a silent protest tonight.
Here.
SILENT PROTEST!
POLICE STATION - FOR THE TRUTH
If you want to come, I'll be here.
Coming.
What happened?
Why did you lock yourself in?
-What's wrong?
-Nothing.
Val.
-Val.
-Mm-hmm.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
What happened?
I saw Lucas and
They're organizing a silent protest
to support The Executioner.
Tonight, and he invited me.
To support a murderer?
Yeah, and Lucas
He looked at me like I was the enemy.
-How can I help you, Val?
-Put me to work.
If you want to help, put me to work
so we can catch that fucker. Huh?
A silent protest
in support of The Executioner.
Tonight, Mr. President.
And what do you have in mind to end this
before it keeps getting worse?
Start a conversation with them.
-Negotiate.
-We don't negotiate with animals, Emilio.
This requires an iron fist.
I know.
But the press will be here,
and we need a trustworthy image.
I didn't ask for your opinion, Emilio.
I'm taking over
before another confession comes out.
Lozano answered to you.
I didn't give the order
and I had nothing to do with it.
Do you think you're innocent
just because you didn't participate?
Well, you're not, Gerardo.
-Díaz.
-Gabina.
We found Arizmendi.
That's good. Mmm.
-Bring him here.
-No, no, that won't be necessary.
He's turning himself in voluntarily.
He just arrived here 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 latest victim
was shown during the premiere
of his movie Red Tide.
First of all, I want
to express my most profound outrage
about the confession shown last night.
And although corruption is
the thing I hate the most,
I find what happened
last night genuinely aberrant.
I want to let you know
I'm here, I'm not afraid.
And right here, like in my films,
I will confront power wherever it hides.
Arizmendi has been arrested
on multiple occasions
for disturbing the peace.
We need to come
to our own conclusion. What do we know?
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,
knowing we'd eventually find him.
And at the premiere,
he stabs him in the back.
To tie up loose ends.
Gerardo mentioned that due to the position
between the door and the projector,
the killer couldn't surprise his 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 at his own premiere?
Exactly.
There's no point in taking the risk.
Because he wants to play with fire.
That would be consistent for a narcissist.
We need to approach
the case from a psychological angle.
I've been investigating
a study from the United Kingdom
called the Brighton method.
It's a comparative method.
We make two psychological profiles.
One based on the crime scenes.
We speculate about behavior patterns,
level of violence, and order.
And with that, we can deduce
personality traits and possible motives.
And the second profile?
We will base it on Gabriel Arizmendi.
Using interrogation, interviews
with acquaintances, records, and remarks.
And we'll compare them.
We need to enter the interrogation room.
It's pointless for the four of us to go.
Someone should check the public records.
I can do that.
We also need
to talk with people close to him.
We can start with his wife.
-Do you want to interview her?
-Me?
Yeah, you wanted to work, right?
Once we gather all the information,
we'll know if the comparison reinforces
his culpability
or rules him out as a suspect.
Did you know any of the victims?
My client reserves
the right to not answer that question.
Because you're obsessed
with the government, right?
Detective, be careful.
My client is a renowned film director.
And I remind you
that he isn't under arrest.
Have you ever fantasized
about killing a cop?
Who hasn't?
What can you tell me about the hatred
your husband has for the police?
We're married, but only on paper.
And, in terms of his views
Well, the hatred he has
for the police is no secret.
And did he ever discuss taking
that hatred beyond the screen?
Gabriel is a practical man.
He takes risks
in proportion to what he can win
or what he can lose.
And do you believe
his convictions would blind him?
I don't think even he knows
what his true convictions are.
His movies say otherwise.
Because he knows exactly
what people want to see.
And that
-is also an art, right?
-You don't believe in his narrative?
Gabriel has always been
more interested in being a director
than directing.
Is he a violent person?
I would say
all geniuses are somewhat violent.
Is he violent enough to kidnap
cops and film their confessions?
Filming dirty cops confessing
their atrocities?
I can imagine that idea going
through his head.
But killing them? Never.
Here's the first box, officer.
The first box?
M-Master Arizmendi is an institution.
He speaks for those who have no voice.
Hmm.
ARIZMENDI ATTACKS THE GOVERNMEN
ARIZMENDI,
THE VOICE OF THE YOUTH
PEOPLE DEMAND FREEDOM
FOR POLITICAL PRISONERS
GABRIEL ARIZMENDI
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.
It's been two hours
and he hasn't told us anything.
He's enjoying the attention.
You should interrogate him.
It's for you.
-Gabriel, please.
-Shh.
Who did that?
Me.
Goddamn it, Cruz.
Either you respect the interrogation
or get out, understand?
He's arrogant,
exhibits traits
of narcissism, and he believes he's a god.
And if you remind him
he's nothing but a man,
-you could unbalance him.
-Fine.
But you're not going
to tell me how to do my job.
Detective, please. Let me talk 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 turn that
to our advantage, please.
Lieutenant.
Hey, great change, eh, guys?
-Mr. Arizmendi.
-Call me Gabriel.
Can we talk in private?
-Of course not.
-Get out.
Sit down.
Thanks.
I'm sorry about your premiere.
I really wanted to watch the movie.
You and the rest of the country.
-I'm sure.
-Mmm.
Did you know the camera used
to film the confessions
was the same one you reported as stolen?
Well, first of all,
Eleazar reported it, not me.
-Mmm.
-Secondly, how would I know that?
Can I tell you a secret?
Not everyone likes me.
And that's why you think they killed
your assistant? Eleazar? To frame you?
Poor kid,
it's a shame. He had a very troubled past.
And he was a good kid,
but, well, it doesn't surprise me.
Power will always persecute
those who are considered a threat.
Ho Chi Minh, Mandela
Even Fidel.
I don't know much about cinema, but
you're a renowned director, right?
That's what they say.
And it's my understanding
that often in your movies,
you tend to speak out
against the government. Why?
I portray what I see,
even though it may make
some people uncomfortable.
Is that why your movies
haven't had a big impact?
Look, honey, let's make something clear.
The fact that those assholes at
the Academy are jealous of me, is not a
I wasn't talking about the Academy,
I was talking about the public.
According to my information,
your last movies haven't
performed well at the box office.
The public wouldn't recognize art
if the Mona Lisa kicked them
in the balls.
I was going through your records,
and apparently, you were kicked out
of the Ariel Awards while intoxicated
Why the fuck do you care
about that gossip?
You physically assaulted
one of the organizers.
-Of course.
-Because you didn't get nominated?
Because that asshole deserved it,
and do you know who else deserves it?
The fucking police of this city.
Wanna talk about confessions?
Tell me. What are you going
to confess when the camera records you?
What the fuck were you doing
at my premiere?
Let go of me, please.
I'm talking to you, bitch!
Don't you touch me, fucking bum!
Gabriel Arizmendi, you're under arrest
for assaulting a police officer.
-Hey, hey, hey.
-Now you're fucked.
Yeah, right. We'll see.
Take him!
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
Good job.
He just gave us grounds
to search his house.
Move if you don't want
to go with your boss to the station.
-Move!
-Step aside!
Group One, with me.
Group Two, the backyard.
-Move!
-No, no, no!
Back up!
Step back!
Go on, empty all of this!
Step back!
-Move!
-García, with Flores!
Step back!
You! Move!
There. It's open, sir.
What kind of place is this?
The kind you need
to show video footage at a movie theater.
Motherfucker.
María.
Are you okay?
Yeah, just a bit shaken.
I wanted
to ask you if I can step out to eat.
I'm going to meet Gabriel's parents.
We're ready to take the next step.
Of course. I'll see you later.
You were right.
Gabriel just needed a little push.
Arizmendi is being processed.
Congratulations, de la Torre.
Good job.
Your strategy was
interesting.
Can I give you a piece of advice?
Don't take it personal.
That's how Romandía is.
They say it was only a matter of time
before he turned his back on all of us.
With all due respect, Detective,
whoever says that
should stop listening to others
and take the time to get to know him
before running their big mouths.
Copy that, Lieutenant.
Officer, look.
I found a recent article about Red Tide.
GABRIEL ARIZMENDI BETS IT ALL
They say he took out mortgages
on both his houses to finance it.
That's what artists do,
right? They go all in.
Did you know that after Tlatelolco,
he went out and interviewed students?
Can you imagine the stories he compiled?
Hello?
Hi, Brandon?
This is Gabina.
We met last week at the group.
I don't recall. Who?
Gabina, the friend
of the redhead who insulted you.
I was in the back row
when you shared your brother's story.
What do you need?
I need to know about that day.
October 2nd.
All right.
Today at 8:00.
Do you have somewhere to write?
Did you tell your mom
I'm allergic to nuts?
Ah, don't worry.
I'll be cooking. Besides, she
doesn't like nuts either, so
And your dad?
My dad won't be here.
He had to cancel last minute.
But you told me they would both be here.
Yeah, but don't worry.
He would've loved to be here,
but something happened at the station
What happened at the station?
Uh, it doesn't matter.
My mom's here and she's dying to meet you.
Okay?
Come on.
Leave it there,
Octavio. It's not your job.
Man, your back is totally fucked up,
you'll end up on the floor.
Then what will you do, all wonky?
-Wonky? I'm made of steel, man.
-Nah.
Hey, by the way, someone's here for you.
-You turned your back on them.
-They're cops. They'll get used to it.
You left at a very difficult time.
People usually don't leave
when things are easy.
-Or do they?
-I guess not.
My break will end soon.
So, get to the point.
I want to know
why you broke the Chief of Police's nose.
-Why do you want to know?
-Octavio, I don't know you.
And I'm sick of having
to listen to everybody else.
I want to know
for myself who's sitting across from me.
If I tell you, will you fuck off?
If you tell me, I'll fuck off.
In '68,
a few days before Tlatelolco,
Chief Mondragón calls me into his office.
He tells me that it's my lucky day.
That I've been selected
to contain the protest at the Plaza.
That I've got authorization
to use any means
to control the students.
Well, I said no.
That I won't lend myself to that.
"You'll regret it," he said.
Anyways, I got up to leave,
and he blocked the door.
"Either you follow
my orders or turn in your badge."
I had already answered him,
so I asked him to move.
And he tells me
something I won't repeat.
Something that has to do with my family.
And that was it.
I turned in my badge with my left hand
and with the right
I broke his nose.
I'd like to think
that things could be different.
I don't know if there's still time.
But I think it's worth a shot.
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 wore it
when she cooked for someone she loved.
-She said it was magical.
-Yeah.
Just between us, Gabriel was her favorite.
He was the only one
who understood the family seasoning.
Not the flavor, eh? The seasoning.
Does seasoning have any rules?
No. It's just a way
to remember with your palate.
Tomasa.
Your dad's here.
Mom.
Commander Herrera,
thank you for inviting me to your house.
I'm glad you were able to join us.
Take that off immediately.
We have met at the station,
but we are here to let you know that
Gabriel and I are dating
and we're taking the next step.
Did I ask you anything?
No, but I wasn't answering either.
I was telling you Gabriel
and I are dating
I told you to take that off immediately!
You look like a woman.
That would make sense
since it's his grandma's apron.
Okay, Dad. All right.
Let's go to the living room. Please.
Come, my dear. Sit down.
-Dad.
-Sit down.
-Dad, Dad, please.
-On your knees.
-No, no, Dad. Please. Please.
-On your knees! On your knees!
You betrayed
the love I feel for my homeland.
You violated
the most sacred thing in my own house.
No, no, no, don't, Dad. Dad
And on top of all that, you're a deserter.
No, Dad!
Stop, Dad.
-Don't cry.
-Please. Dad, please.
Be a man!
And if that weren't enough, you dare
to bring that retard into my house?
I'm so sorry, Dad.
Shut up.
Get out of my house.
I don't ever want to see you again!
Please, go.
Get out of here!
Ángeles.
Ángeles.
Ángeles. Are you okay?
Sorry.
I'm okay. I'm just
I'm a little distracted.
I finished the psychological profile
based on the crime scenes.
By the way we found the dead bodies,
we can assume the murderer is clean
and smart.
The exact repetition
of his actions reveals someone methodical,
with an obsessive need for control.
The administration of sodium Pentothal,
a substance used for executions,
indicated he assumes the role of a judge.
He feels superior to the victim.
Arrogant, with an emotional detachment
that suggests a psychopathic personality.
The strange thing is
that when he records the confessions,
he shows idealism.
True idealists look for a common good,
and they usually feel empathy.
But one of the most notable
characteristics of a psychopath
is precisely the lack of empathy.
Which makes me think that his idealism
may only be a lie
to justify his actions to the public.
What do we know about Arizmendi?
The press describes him as a prestigious
movie director and social activist.
He participates in protests,
he gives
speeches supporting students and workers.
I'm just another victim
of this criminal government.
It's the same government
that gave birth to this killer.
Would you like to say something else, sir?
Yes, please. If you want
to see what this government is doing,
go to the cinemas
and watch Red Tide, please.
He is always supporting the downtrodden.
He is idealistic and intelligent.
During the interrogation,
he seemed calculating.
But when we questioned his fame,
he lost control, showing his arrogance.
He couldn't be cool-headed.
Because it was all a lie.
His wife said he's not an idealist.
This fucker only acts for his own benefit,
and he only believes in himself.
His wife could be lying.
I think Valentina is right.
His reaction during the interrogation
suggests that he is obsessed
with how people perceive him.
He has delusions of grandeur
and a constant need to be admired.
Why wouldn't that match
the profile for the crime scene?
Someone with that profile wouldn't be able
to remain anonymous.
A murderer like that wouldn't
even hide from the spotlight.
Not even to avoid jail?
Psychological impulses can be stronger
than reason.
So, Arizmendi is not The Executioner.
That means the killer is
still out there.
We believe that,
despite coincidences on certain points,
psychologically, it's not the same person.
On what basis?
Psychological traits,
motivations, observation, his record,
interviews, and other aspects
that define a personality.
We got him.
That motherfucker killed Lozano.
Look.
This was in the trunk of his car.
We also found a film lab where he could
develop and transfer his own footage.
Talk to the judge.
It makes no sense.
These profiles don't match
the same person.
A psychological profile is
meaningless against evidence.
So? What did we do wrong?
Clearly, everything.
You're leaving?
I haven't seen my children.
So much time spent on this, and
And for what?
For nothing.
I'm thinking about joining the protest.
Why?
Because maybe Lucas is right
and I should be out there.
-It's dangerous.
-It's my fight.
No, Val.
Your fight is not to celebrate
The Executioner.
It's to stop him.
And what if I want to do both?
I'm not sure you can do that.
Why not?
You were able
to do two things at the same time.
Do you think I'm doing a good job?
I think you're doing the best you can.
Just don't go to that protest.
LONG LIVE THE EXECUTIONER!
Ángeles, can we talk?
Gabriel told me.
What?
What my dad did to him.
How are you?
I'm all right.
He didn't beat me.
When I was little
and he used to get like that,
I thought he turned into another person.
Like he wasn't my dad.
The next day, we would
all act like nothing had 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 should be feeling.
How are you feeling?
Sad.
I should have listened to Gabriel.
It wasn't a good idea.
I just
I just wanted to take the next step.
But now I think that
I think that next step is not for someone
like me.
Listen to me.
Love is for everyone.
For everyone, Ángeles.
There will always be
people who don't understand it.
But you know what?
Screw them.
Because whoever doesn't understand it,
doesn't deserve us.
Can I give you a hug?
I want you to know we're here for you.
Always.
I know that tomorrow he'll be processed.
I've given instructions to grant him
a warm welcome at Lecumberri Prison.
You ordered
the killing of that journalist.
You have the audacity
to come here and accuse me?
I won't allow you to force
my men to act behind my back anymore.
You had the obligation of stopping
The Undresser and you didn't do shit.
That journalist was making
you look like a real idiot.
You gave that order.
Just as you have
the balls to complain to me like that,
you should have
the balls to defend your family's name.
The same name that forces
my people to turn into criminals.
The same name
that turns his back on his children
when they need him the most
or when they don't align with you.
What do you want, asshole?
You want me to beat the fuck out of you?
You don't have the balls, asshole!
That's why I didn't choose you.
That's why I went to speak to Lozano.
And that's why I now go to Gilberto.
And did you know that thanks
to him, you're gonna get a new medal?
One that you don't deserve.
What did you order Gilberto to do?
I was supposed
to be part of that struggle.
I wanted
to feel the same thing as Lucas again.
That same anger, same rage.
Why did you leave then?
I don't know.
Why should we be getting in the way of
someone who eliminates crooked cops?
-Because killing is illegal.
-They killed first.
I feel like I'm running out of air.
Like you were back inside that tank.
I don't know why I didn't die.
What did you feel in there?
Fear.
At the beginning, it was only fear.
And when the water was rising,
my throat was sore from screaming.
And when the water got into my nose,
and I finally couldn't breathe
something changed.
I felt peace.
I felt like if I died,
it wouldn't have mattered.
That my death would be a relief
because my 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 thinks
the same.
He decided
to approach you, and you believed in him.
You convinced us and led
an investigation to prove his innocence.
And we did it.
You even convinced Gerardo
to release him behind the police's back.
If it weren't for you,
Damián Ojeda would be in a cell.
Or dead.
Instead, he is alive and free.
Thanks to you.
That sounds like you made a difference.
Thank you.
Brandon? I'm Gabina.
We spoke on the phone earlier.
Come on in. I'm in the back.
Don't move.
What are you doing? Please.
Do you think I'm an idiot?
I know you and your friend are cops.
I saw your TV commercial.
Are you armed?
No. No, no.
Are the cops outside?
What do you want from me?
Is it because of the group?
If one of your colleagues comes
in here, you're dead.
Got it?
On your knees.
Shh!
I came because of this.
I need to know if this person
if this person had
something to do with the massacre
on October 2nd.
Do you want me to say I saw him, so
tomorrow I wake up with a gun to my head?
He is my dad.
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 evidence, I'll use it.
Because he deserves to be in jail.
You're just scared he'll end
up in The Executioner's chair.
Walk.
Slowly.
Boys, these orders come from above.
Use of force authorized.
The media will be here,
so don't go easy on them.
Break everything. Burn everything.
-Understood?
-Yes, sir.
Good luck.
These are the photos I took that day.
Along with others I've been
collecting over the years.
Look at these.
The police did whatever they could
to destroy any photo taken that day.
To erase what they did.
Can we see this one?
Yes.
Fuck silence!
Long live The Executioner!
Death to the fucking cops!
That's my dad.
ARIZMENDI HAS INVITED YOU
TO THE GRAND PREMIERE
What the fuck were you doing
at my premiere?
His name was
Eleazar, Gabriel Arizmendi's assistant.
Hi. Did you bring what I asked?
-Yes.
-Thank you.
You're welcome.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Thank you all for coming.
María, what are we doing here?
We weren't wrong.
Arizmendi is not The Executioner.
During the interrogation,
Arizmendi asked me
why I had gone to the premiere
when supposedly, he was
the one who sent me the invitation.
I could see it in his eyes.
He truly wanted to know why.
So, 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 left the camera inside the car.
Except for the day it was stolen.
What a coincidence, 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 numerous occasions
for vandalism
and destruction of private property.
He spent three years in Lecumberri Prison.
I'm telling you we weren't wrong
because there's someone else
who perfectly matches
The Executioner's profile.
A psychopath who is cold,
calculating, intelligent, and arrogant.
Someone who blames the police
for taking 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
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
is the disguise they wear."
"At least my cellmates know
whose side they're on."
It's not idealism.
It's revenge.