Women in Blue (Las azules)

We are here, in Santiago Park,

to find out how people feel.

How they've taken the news about the police finally catching The Undresser.

I feel at peace because we can be out late again, thank God.

It was thanks to our prayers that he was caught.

-Well, I think... -What I want to know is

why wasn't he caught until now?

As a police officer, you must feel twice as happy

that The Undresser was finally arrested.

All the citizens will now feel safer walking down the street.

It's a media circus, sir.

The government is trying to distract us

from the issues that actually matter in this country.

In the name of all the victims, congratulations.

If we keep this up, we'll put many more lunatics behind bars.

It feels good not having to be so careful at night, you know?

He never had a trial.

The Undresser decided to take his own life.

Yes, I know, but...

Was he really The Undresser?

It was about time. I am very pleased. It's great news.

We will finally have peace in this neighborhood.

Mommy, lots of kisses all the way to Tamaulipas!

We have to pray for him.

I have three daughters and I wouldn't have wanted anything bad to happen to them.

About time the police did something right.

What if he didn't do it?

Ma'am, what are you doing? Are you trying to scare the audience?

This was supposed to be an inspiring story.

-Let's go. -I'm sorry.

-What? -You could have smiled more.

Right? More conviction?

You know I'm right.

What are you doing just standing around? Let's go make our rounds.

Everything will be all right. I'm getting you out of here.

María!

THE UNDRESSER CAPTURED!

Why did you do this to them, Tito?

Take a good look, because you're gonna pay for it, fucker!

Look what you did, motherfucker!

Scared me.

What's wrong?

Nothing, I don't know where my head is.

I didn't sleep very well last night.

Hello?

Mr. Cabos. What a pleasant surprise.

No, you're not interrupting. Yes, he's here. I'll put him on.

Have a nice day.

Good morning, Mr. Cabos. How are you doing?

I'm fine. Thank you.

Tonight at eight. Perfect.

Thank you. Goodbye.

And?

-We are invited to dinner. -Dinner?

Yes, you and me, him, his wife and no one else.

At his place.

Do you think that...

-Of course, darling. -No, no, no.

-Congratulations! -No, no, no, please.

-How exciting! -No, no, no!

Let's not celebrate just yet.

We don't know. I mean...

After giving up Acapulco, I thought...

Honey, come on. It's yours. I'm sure.

-We don't know yet. -What's yours? I don't get it.

Dad is getting a well-deserved promotion at work.

We don't know.

And I think he deserves a hug too.

Congratulations, Dad!

-Yes, honey. -Well...

I'm sure you'll get it.

Hey, Mom.

Does that mean you won't have to work anymore?

No, honey. No, I'm going to keep working.

-Alex. Alex! -Alex. Alex!

Well, sit down.

-So it's settled, then? -Yes, honey.

We have to be there at eight.

-We can't be late. -Yes, of course.

Well, hello. I'm María de la Torre. How do you do?

Yes, we could go out to dinner soon.

Ángeles, breakfast!

-How's work? -I get paid on Friday.

That's not why I'm asking.

How are your friends?

I'm not sure they're my friends, Grandma. They are my coworkers.

Are there any men?

-I mean, in the police? -Yes. Many. Most are men.

Is there anyone you like? As like a boyfriend or something.

So that you're not alone.

I'm not alone. I'm with you.

Yes, but an old grandma is not the same as a man walking beside you.

To keep you company.

I have to go.

Ángeles?

Yes?

Would you like to have a boyfriend?

Yes.

Very much.

What time did you wake up?

A while ago.

Did you clean?

Valentina, nobody likes a mess.

Yes, but it's my mess.

So, next time, ask, okay?

Once my dad gets over it, I'll be out of your way.

Your dad doesn't seem like the type of person that gets over things.

-Yes, he is. He went a little too far. -He smacked you in the fucking face.

Because I lied to him.

My family may be traditional. But we're very close.

We love each other.

If you pay half the rent and you stop cleaning,

you can stay as long as you want, okay?

Is he drunk?

I got a hangover just looking at him.

Change of plans.

From now on, you will be alternating between the station and the parks.

Well, and one or two other places.

Why?

-Who asked? -I did.

Chief's orders.

Could it be because we found a corpse?

-What do you mean, you found a corpse? -Yes, we found a corpse.

If they already caught The Undresser, why can't we stay in the park?

Unbelievable. First, we can't carry weapons,

then we find a corpse. Now we can't even work in the park?

Wouldn't you like to just lock us up in a closet?

Just you.

Hey, this is good news.

The station is where the real work is.

Isn't that right, Captain?

Let me explain how these morning briefings work.

I give the orders and you obey.

No chitchat.

No suggestions and, most importantly, no goddamn debates.

Each group was assigned a district.

Check the list out there.

Well, it's not so bad.

We were assigned here.

What are we going to do exactly?

I guess we'll offer to help.

Because the early bird gets the worm.

We've had this conversation a thousand times.

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, of course I'm listening.

Mm-hmm. What does your mother have to do with all this?

And with my daughter?

Listen.

If you think I'm going to let your mother decide what I do with my daughter...

Hang on.

Can you stop loitering?

It's annoying.

Of course.

What?

Our job today is to offer help.

Do you need help?

If I say yes, will you leave?

If what you need involves me going elsewhere, then yes.

All right.

Call you later, honey.

-Díaz. -What's up?

I'm here to offer you my help, as a colleague, for any future projects.

-Sure. -Yes.

I have read the police manual several times.

I know investigative tactics, hand-to-hand combat,

weapons, and most importantly, I don't bend under pressure.

Right.

Actually, there is something you can help me with.

So this is real work, huh?

Bring one down for me, would you?

See? Having women in the police force is not so bad.

-Here. -Thank you.

You're welcome.

Do you need anything else?

For instance, I don't know... something police-related?

The damn paperwork.

Ah, that's right.

Actually, we do have something for you.

You're buying lunch, right?

That's the third time this week. No, it's your turn.

-What's all this? -Statements.

1964. 1965.

They must be sorted in order to be archived.

In alphabetical order and by date.

-Let's get to work. -Not here!

-Hey... -Not until it's sorted.

You heard her. Come back after you've sorted it out.

So you're going to give us an office?

I don't think so.

Your captain should've cleared that with the station chief.

So where are we supposed to work?

You can work in the fucking toilet for all I care.

But you get it done today.

-Let's have lunch, shall we? -Yes, of course.

What are you doing here?

Nothing. I came to see if you needed any help.

No. I don't need help, thank you very much. You can leave.

Sorry, was I not clear? Come with me.

-Detective. -Yes.