Women in Blue (Las azules)

We can't keep on doing this.

Remember, you called me before I called you.

I know, but it's been over a week and...

I can't. I'm not like this.

How convenient.

Why?

'Cause you could've sent me packing before coming to my house and bringing me

- to a damn parking lot to fuck, Lucas! - I'm leaving Clara.

I'm leaving Clara.

It's just you and me, Val.

It's always been you and me.

I love you.

Morning.

What's up? Morning.

Hey.

CRIME SECTION URGENT

"Publish this on the front page tomorrow,

or I'll kill someone's daughter every day until you do.

To prove my identity, I dumped Alma Álvarez's body

at the kilometer 27 marker, on the side of the Toluca highway.

She didn't die there. I had to kill her at the Juárez Hospital.

Alma had a beautiful birthmark on her left thigh.

That detail was never published."

Check that. Call forensics now.

"To all women in the city, I am your death.

My arrival is as unexpected as it is precise.

The police have done nothing but lie, so I decided to talk to you directly.

I hunt snakes.

I hunt them alone.

I walk the streets, guided by a compass that directs me,

that helps me choose. That leads me to you.

Walk with caution because when our eyes meet,

even if for a second, your death will be mine.

I'll see you soon."

Signed by The Tlalpan Undresser, 169.

- Check this. - Yes, sir.

Confirmed, boss.

- Shall I call the printer? - Do it.

We can't publish this.

- Why not? It's news. - We can't take orders from a madman.

Shut up.

- Boss, please. - Lucas, Lucas.

- Please! - Lucas!

Listen to me. If we don't publish this,

will you explain the decision to the parents of the next victims?

Call the printer.

Women will be terrified.

Maybe they should be.

THE UNDRESSER IN HIS OWN WORDS

You don't have to knock twice. Come in.

Are they awake?

- Not yet. - Okay.

Hi.

- Let's go. - Quiet.

I'll come down in a sec.

I don't know how long we'll be able to keep this up.

The kids will notice.

Yes.

Of course they'll notice. They're not stupid.

- Let me come back. - No. I don't want to pretend anymore.

Neither do I.

- Mom, the van is here. - I'm coming.

No. Let me.

- Stay here. - Okay.

Don't forget you have to go to Alex's school tomorrow.

Alex's school thing is tomorrow?

Yes, tomorrow. He told you last week and the week before.

The thing is, this week I have clients in town.

Just this week. They leave tomorrow and I have to be there.

All the other dads will be there.

- Dad, the van is leaving. - I'm coming.

I'm such an idiot.

- It's my fault. - And now ,

- the man that takes ... - I love you.

... the most talked about personalities straight to your homes .

- See you. - We give you

the man of the hour, Jacobo Zabludovsky .

Don Gregorio Cadenas welcomes us today at Lecumberri prison.

Don Gregorio, thank you for sharing your time with us this morning.

Please, call me Goyo.

LECUMBERRI PRISON

In your book you speak extensively about the horrors of this prison.

I've been here for 30 years

because the police decided I was an animal

that deserved to be caged for life.

I see you have a lot of clippings of The Undresser behind you.

Don't you think The Undresser is an animal?

No.

Animals don't have a reason.

They don't have an emotional motivation.

Speaking of motive, Don Goyo, what do you think the number 169 means?

The police claim it's a satanic symbol.

Not at all.

They're wrong, as usual.

The police have always been experts

at underestimating the people of this country.

When they talk about monsters, they create an image.

And people expect to see someone who is seven feet tall,

with claws, huge fangs.

Meanwhile, the real killer is out there.

Someone who looks no different from you or me.

Someone who goes unnoticed. Invisible.

POEMS

PHILOSOPHICAL SATIRE

I believe he worked with blown glass.

- You know, like figurines. - Really?

Who are you? I don't know you.

This is Martín, our neighbor.

Mario.

Mario kindly offered to fix the stove.

It would be my pleasure to help out.

The technician said it'd be 250 pesos. I could pay you the same.

No, honey. Don't insult him by paying him.

Let him take you out to dinner instead.

In that case, he'd be losing money for fixing the stove,

and the restaurant would come out ahead.

That doesn't make any sense.

She hasn't been on a date in... I don't know how long.

Never.

I've never been on a date.

Then, I'd love to.

He'd love to.

No, thank you.

Goodbye.

What can I say, dear members of the press?

The publication of this letter was utterly irresponsible.

And the only thing that Lucas Otero achieved

was to give the spotlight to this animal.

But rest assured

that Detective Herrera

will find The Undresser and bring him to justice.

I, along with the entire country,

have the utmost confidence that you'll do it, Detective.

Please.

Murders of women have increased, Detective Herrera!

That prick Escobedo is washing his hands of the case.

He's throwing you under the bus.

And you're just standing around, doing nothing.

I'm doing the best I can, Commander.

Are you raising your voice at me?

No, sir.

I apologize.

You feel the pressure up to here, right?

Yes.

There's someone out there who knows something.

Do you know why they won't talk?

Because the entire city is scared of The Undresser.

Do you want that someone to talk?

Make sure they're more afraid of you than him.

No.

With all due respect, sir,

times have changed.

"All due respect", my ass.

Say that bullshit to every girl who crossed paths with that motherfucker.

Go tell them that!

Do you want my help or not?

I spent the whole night rereading the Bible, and it doesn't make any sense.

People kill in the name of religion every day.

It doesn't have to make sense.

- Put your feet down. - I know that.

It's the verse that makes no sense.

The Undresser's victims don't correspond

to any of the groups mentioned in Corinthians 1, 6:9.

The police are interpreting this to their benefit.

It's as Valentina says.

Holy moly.

The Bible has been interpreted in many ways

to justify all sorts of violence,

but this doesn't match.

So, if it's not from the Bible, what does 169 mean?

I don't know. A message.

Something he wants us to understand.

Put your feet down.

I brought you radios.

- Let's see. - So please, memorize the codes

and remember,

it's for official use only.

I can't believe the men upstairs

are finally giving us something other than that damn whistle.

They're not weapons, but it's a start.

- True. - What changed?

Why did they finally agree?

The truth is, they don't know about it,

but you need to be able to communicate.

And it's better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.

So you worry about us. That's sweet.

You're not letting him come back, are you?

No, but it's complicated.

It's not that complicated from where I'm standing.

Why don't you tell me about Lucas instead? How is he? Is he still with Clara?

Actually, he's kicking her out tonight.

Congratulations, you won.

Why can't you be happy for me?

I would be if I didn't know how this is going to end.

You'll get bored, he'll get hurt.

Isn't that Alejandro's friend?

- Jerónimo. - María.

What are you doing here?

- Do you have a minute? - Sure.

- Go ahead. I'll catch up. - Okay.