Women in Blue (Las azules)

- Good morning! - Morning!

- Where's Paola? - Her shift hasn't started yet.

Goddamn it.

Good morning.

Hey! Whenever you're ready, sweetheart.

Coming.

Sorry.

- More coffee? - Please.

- Thanks. - Sorry.

What the hell is wrong with your sister?

I don't know.

When she gets here, tell her she's fired.

Maybe she's sick or something. She hasn't been answering her phone.

You stopped by her place?

I thought I was gonna see her here.

THE UNDRESSER STILL AT LARGE

The bill, please.

Table 5 is calling.

I have her photo.

Let's see.

She's pretty.

Keep it.

I want to file a missing persons report.

But you saw her yesterday, right?

I've been reading the news. What if she was taken by The Undress...

The Undresser.

Enough.

Do you know how many people came today

to tell me that this son of a bitch took their sisters?

Seven.

And do you know how many returned home as if nothing had happened?

All of them.

I suggest you go back home.

Fix yourself a relaxing tea. Read a book.

Paola?

I'm worried about her.

Look.

The fact that she didn't go to work

doesn't mean that something bad happened to her.

People have secrets, that's all.

Pao?

Fucking cat.

It happens all the time, and it's always the same.

- She wouldn't have left her cat alone. - No.

Without food.

Cats are resilient. Trust me. I have three.

That's not like her.

Look, usually in these cases, they are with the boyfriend.

- Feed the cat. - You don't understand,

she doesn't have a boyfriend.

Are you sure?

There you are, all worried about her,

and one day, they show up and start talking about their new man.

Look, ma'am, stop wasting my time.

We have actual work to do.

So, you are not eating with us?

I told you, I can't leave before my shift ends.

You know that, honey. Please. Grandma will stay with you.

Mom, you know I hate Grandma's cooking. It's horrible.

Hey, stop whining.

Ignore him, Mom.

Bye.

I can make you Milanese for dinner. How does that sound?

If my mommy doesn't cook for me, I won't eat.

- Are you okay? - No, I don't know if I'm okay.

I'm terrified, I think. Or nervous. I don't know.

Two weeks isn't enough to get ready, I think.

I'm sure you know everything you need to know.

- Yeah. Sure? - Of course.

Am I doing the right thing?

Yes.

- Yes. - Yes?

Yes, you're doing the right thing.

- Yeah? You think? - Yes.

I believe so. You jumped out of a plane, right?

- Yes. - Did the parachute open?

Yes. Yes, it opened.

Do you know what your problem is?

You are too hard on yourself.

What you don't know now, you'll learn later.

One step at a time. It's all good.

But I'll take the kids' side

because your mom's Milanese isn't as good as yours.

Thanks.

The resurrection of the body,

and the life everlasting.

Good morning, Dad.

IN COLD BLOOD

You seriously want to be late on your first day?

Of course not, Mommy.

I thought you said The Undresser would be old news by now.

Well, Mr. President, we have been able to gain back some lost ground.

- The inquiries... - Then, Emilio,

please explain this fucking headline!

Call PIPSA. And choke these fuckers out.

With all due respect, Mr. President,

I don't think that the government would benefit

from a headline that says we are censoring the media.

Then catch that motherfucker once and for all!

Did you hear me, you fuck?

We're working on it, Mr. President.

Double and triple shifts. I have everyone following...

I'm tired of your excuses, Emilio.

Your work was simple.

Take control of the narrative and change the image of the police.

Can you do it or should I call someone else?

Have a nice day.

You didn't come home again last night.

I'll sleep after I catch this asshole.

Have you spoken to Dad?

Kind of.

You know he'll never accept you being here, right?

A sewing club, that's what we get now. Shit.

Who knows?

It's not so bad having a few skirts around here. Right?

Cut your bullshit.

Someone needs to tell those broads that they shouldn't...

They shouldn't what?

Lozano?

Why are we fucking around, Romandía?

Hey. Is it true they had to drag you out of some shit brothel?

Exotic cabaret.

See, guys? How serious this all is?

It's so serious they had to bring a bouncer to be in charge of this nonsense.

That badge doesn't make you a cop.

Do you want to lose it again?

That's what I thought.

Please, sit down.

Hello.

How are you doing?

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - How are you?

What a beauty.

Ladies, how are you?

Fine, thanks.

I'm here to wish you luck on your first day.

And to remind you that out there,

you represent the police force of the city.

So...

smile.

Always smile. Let me see.

Fuck, yeah. Captain.

We will sort you into four squadrons of four.

Pérez, López, Carrión, Hernández. Hundido Park.

Sánchez, Aedo, Rodríguez, Astorga. La Alameda.

De la Torre, Camacho, Herrera and Cruz. Santiago Park.

Now go get your equipment.

Have a wonderful first day.

Thank you.

Miss Herrera.

Yes, sir. Gabina Herrera.

- Gabina Herrera. Right? - Yes, sir.

Captain Herrera's daughter, Station Chief, right?

Yes, sir.

Excellent.

I think that you, more than anyone,

understand the importance of what we're doing here.

- Of course, sir. - And not everybody understands that.

No, Chief.

That's a problem.

Let's change that, Gabina!

And the only way to do it is by telling stories.

Real, human, and true stories.

- Do you follow? - Not really.

I want to tell your story.

"Gabina Herrera.

Daughter of a decorated police commander.

Sister of three officers from the Mexico City police force."

And now you, dressed in blue, keeping the tradition alive.

You'll be the cover girl for Gran Hogar magazine.

So, you want me to appear on the magazine's cover?

Yes. You.

And your father.

- No. - Why not?

- Because he doesn't like this. - What is it that he doesn't like?

- Being in the limelight. - Really?

- No. He hates it. - That's too bad.

- Yes. - It doesn't matter, Gabina. We have you.

And that's what matters.

So, when you are done with your shift, meet me in the conference room.

- What do you think we'll get? - A .22.

- Cool. - No, a semiautomatic. The good stuff.

Who do you want to kill?

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Do you know where we can pick up the rest of the equipment?

What rest of the equipment?

Our firearms.

How the fuck are we not going to get firearms?

I believe it's a bureaucratic issue.

There is still some paperwork left to do.

- When will it be done? - I don't know.

What are we supposed to do with this?

It has coins so you can call the police in case you witness any illegal activity.

You heard him, right?

- Did you hear him or not? - Yes, Val. Calm down.

So we, being the police, are going to call the police?

What about the whistle?

In case such activity is coming towards you, you blow it.

In that case, Captain, you can blow it yourself.