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RAPIST

Get down, motherfucker. Come on. Down.

Did you think we wouldn't find out?

That the fucking hick newspaper
wouldn't spill the beans?

The police, lying on a report!

Unlawful arrest of a suspect!

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

Don't lie to me, man!

You and that bitch you're sleeping with
went and leaked the info behind my back!

You knew what could
happen to me and did it anyways!

No...

- No, she didn't do anything.
- I told you not to lie to me!

I was me, dumbass. Me.
Do you think I'd trust Loij?

No... I got all the information
I could out of her,

and then I went
and got the rest on my own.

What about the imprisonment records?

Those were in plain view of everyone.

Your thugs weren't even capable of
checking the alibi

of the poor man you were incriminating.

- They aren't exactly good schemers.
- Don't laugh at me!

- I am not.
- You are fucking up my career!

No.

I didn't fuck you over.

They did, man.

How long did you think
the lie would hold in court?

If you knew the confession was fake,

Why didn't you approach me?
Why not tell me?

If you knew Godoy was innocent
why didn't you tell me!

Because he was your culprit.
You brought him in,

with a confession gotten how exactly?

Threats? Force? How did you get it, man?

I did what I did because
I thought he was guilty!

All in the name of justice!
Don't fuck around...

I did what I had to do!

Those were my orders, Rojas!

You did what you had to?

You're one pitiful motherfucker.

Little shits like you
are the reason someone like Correa exists.

A rapist. A murderer.
You are not a policeman,

You are a pitiful, sad, criminal-

An upstart dumbass like you...

probably has his kid
on a Catholic school, or am I mistaken?

Well, if you are
so sure of Correa's innocence...

maybe your friend Moretti

will award him and make him headmaster
of your child's school, asshole!

And if not him, it will be another.

You know how this shit works,
they move them between schools,

between cities, so, sooner or later those
beasts will get close to your family.

And if anything ever happens to him...

cover-ups like yours
will be to blame, dumbass.

You think you are a saint,

but I know you...

I know you are broken inside...

Rotten from the inside out.

You never cared about that boy.

You never cared about his family.

It's all about you.

The only thing you care about...

is what happens to you.

You are a sick fuck.

Sick, Rojas.

Hernán Morales?

Who are you?

I don't know what you are doing here but,

I have nothing to say about it.

I haven't even told you
what this is about.

I just want to talk to you.

I don't talk to anybo-

You know what happened to José Mirkovich.

I don't know anything about that.

You do.

That's why my question
doesn't surprise you.

You have you current answer rehearsed.

But it's not the truth.

You don't know me.

Don't know anything about me.

I kindly ask you to leave, I have to keep-

I know Correa asked you to help him.

He may even have threatened you.

Or maybe a threat wasn't needed.

He picked you up from the street.

Gave you a roof, food,

education.

He welcomed you into the school.

Didn't he?

You leave now.

You did whatever
Correa asked of you for years.

And even then,

he took you out of the school.

He drove you away from the church.

And he left you here.

You wrote a letter.

Beloved Archbishop,

I want to keep working with the Father,

but Father Correa

is displaying some devilish behaviors

I fear the Devil
might have gotten into him.

God's love is so wonderful.

Why are you protecting someone
who abandoned you like that?

Easy...

Easy...

- I never wanted to do it...
- I know...I know...

I only want to live in peace.

That's what we all want.

Everyone.

And the truth is...

I'm not sure it's possible.

The only way

is to try and find José's body.

No...

No...

No...

No!

No...

You'll never find it...

Tell me.

Tell me where it is.

It is in the place where
everything disappears in this town...

Where everybody disposes
of the things they no longer want...

Rojas?

- I was taken.
- What happened?

Take this shit off of me.

Who hit you?

Let me see.
Are you alright?

I'm fine.

I'm alright.

No, you are not.

You have to go to the hospital.

I'm fine.

This is no time to play the macho-man.

You need to make an injury claim.

If we do that, the information
will reach the police and Carrasco,

and we need to keep our distance.

How did it go with Morales?

I think he will cooperate.

But without physical evidence
it won't be enough,

especially after Bahamondes'
false confession.

Did he incriminate Correa?

Look,

I'm very aware of what
I am risking by working with you.

I made that decision.

But you aren't being honest with me.

I haven't lied to you.

You told me you work for lawyers
that deal with sexual abuse cases.

An that's the truth.

There's currently
no case open against Correa.

No previous victim has made claims.

Why the obsession with the priest?

Because I know him.

I've known him for years.

He taught classes at my school,

just after finishing seminary training.

He was my teacher...

He was my...

No, here.

Enough.

When my mother died...

my father took me to live with him.

He was my tutor.

You don't have to be afraid of the dogs.

You'll grow to love them.

I was one of them.

- Is he gonna drink that?
- No!

Wait, he looks just like
the f-fatty from biology class.

Yeah, they look alike!

He's doing it again! Oh no...

Father, no!

I'll get in trouble if you leave
any later that this, so please...

- Let's all go home!
- Boo!

The exit's this way,
I'll walk you to it...

- Thank you for coming.
- Bye, machine gun!

- Bye.
- Bye!

- Bye.
- Bye, ears!

Bye, pal.

I was one of the first he abused.

One of the first victims.

Those days,
priests like Correa or Moretti...

would give information
to the police and the military.

They knew each other's secrets.

And watched each other's backs.

That was the deal.

My father was one of them.

And I was his exchange token.

So...

where is he?

Your dad.

Dead.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I don't know what to say.

That's fine.

That's fine, don't worry.

Warrant officer!

We found something.

- Where?
- Over here.

Father?

Please help me...

What happened to you?

Take your things and come with me.

Okay.

He paid me for what I did...

and I agreed.

He paid me a hundred bucks.

Thanks.

For a while, I told myself
that if not me...

someone else would've done it.

Father...

Dear Father, please look at me...

I can't, Father...

Did you have any contact
with Correa after that night?

No, never again.

Dear Father, please...

Dear Father, please listen to me...

Dear God, please...

Go on.

I saw him here in the graveyard
from time to time, but...

but he wouldn't speak to me.

As if I didn't exist.

As if I was invisible.

No one batted an eye at that, either.

I was left broken up after seeing him.

Not over how he treated me, though, but...

over seeing him like that.

Unbothered.

A man at ease.

But I haven't been able
to feel at ease ever again.

Haven't been able to be at peace.

I'll give you a piece of advice.

Don't give this statement to anybody.

Not even my fellow policemen.

Alright?

And if you ever feel threatened...

you call me.

Only me.

At any time.

You're Antonia.

We'll have to go to the station later,
and then we'll put everything in writing.

Alright.

Antonia.

Isidora.

Please forgive me for making you wait

Why did you want to talk to me?

I'm worried about you.

I've been told
you've been talking to Susana.

José's mother.

We are all worried about her,
we want to help her.

Hm? But she is...

so very upset.

She might...

start accusing innocents.

Due to the tragedy she's been through. Hm?

Did she ask you to talk to...

the police?

Yes.

About what?

About José,

his personality, his poems,
what he liked...

His partner.

As far as I know,
José didn't have a partner.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

- Um, No, Father, I don't think-
- You and I...

are very similar. Hm?

We worry about our students, because...

because we love them,
we see them as our friends. Hm?

If anything happened to them

it would hurt, it would truly affect us.

But...

there are people
who don't understand that.

They just don't.

And those people,

might...

do you a great disservice

if they were to keep asking questions.

You're following me, right?

I can't stay silent.

Whatever happens from now on

isn't related to your testimony.

It's very important that
you understand that.

The parents in this school
have trusted you.

I have trusted you.

And we can't allow...

a person who has betrayed that trust...

to keep working in this school.

Do you understand?

Stay for mass, Daughter.

The kingdom of heaven
is for those who repent.

-You know what position I play as, right?
-6?

Are they called the same as in soccer?

- No, this is basketball, not soccer.
- How would I know?

Defense. Totally.

- Nope.
- No?

Are you sad?

- Do I look like I'm sad?
- A little.

Come on!

WHERE ARE YOU JOSÉ?

We have little time
before the coroner arrives.

- Did he deliver the first report?
- Mm-hmm.

It doesn't track.

This is the body of a much older person,
not a 17 year old boy.

It's not Mirkovich.

- We're still missing the definitive-
- Yeah, but it's impossible it's him.

You'll have to talk to the undertaker to
figure out why the fuck he lied to us.

I don’t think he made anything up.
He was a wreck.

It's easy to get lost in that place.

Plus, according to his statement,
it was at night, and he wasn't driving.

It's very likely that
José's body is in a similar place.

This doesn't help us.

Of course not.

No one will want to listen to this theory.

I won't get another permit
to dig up the area.

When do you get the final report?

They are taking
the remains to Santiago right now,

that process is never quick, it'll take
a couple of weeks to have the results.

We can use that time to our advantage.

As long as they think this is Mirkovich's
body, and that we have an accomplice,

we can get Correa's confession.

...about the abuse allegations against the
priest Eduardo Correa Lira?

...wait, a moment, please.

As a Cardinal, and now
as Archbishop of Santiago,

I've obviously had contact with
Eduardo Correa over official matters

of the Church and
the Salesian Congregation.

But I, personally,

never received any information
about a report against the Father.

Never.

Now, seeing the developments of
the police investigation, I assure you...

we will initiate a
thorough internal investigation.

- How should the Church handle the issue?
- That's all I can say at the moment.

Thank you very much. Excuse me.

The remains found in the outskirts
of the city are being analyzed by...

- Daddy! I got on a roller coaster!
- Really? How was it?

- Great.
- Great?

- Weren't you scared?
- No.

Well, aren't you brave, Officer.

Yeah.

Mom said you are on the newspaper,
but won't let me read it.

Yeah, it's best if you don't read that,
since it's for adults, not children, ok?

- But read it for me secretly!
- No.

- Pretty please!
- I said no!

Look, it doesn't matter
what the papers say.

What's important is what we say to each
other.

That's what matters. Alright?

Did you put some evil person in jail?

Dad!

Officer.

Affirmative.

I'll be there.

Sir.

Come closer to the bar, don't be shy.

Sorry, Sir.

We should only feel sorry for my General,
Carlos Ibañez del Campo.

Sorry we were never up to par, Carrasco.

Sir, about what happened in the south,

I just wanted to let you know I'm willing
to cooperate with any investigation...

about what happened to Bahamondes.

And to tell you he's being prosecuted
for lying to us, obstructing the-

No, please, let's not talk
about unsavory things, Carrasco.

Let's not talk about fiascos, please.

If we start sharing our troubles
we'll all end up crying. Hm?

Let's discuss important things.

Important things, Sir?

With all due respect, but...

an investigation's
been started, it's in progress.

- I'll be called to testify.
- So what? Are you afraid of testifying?

Huh?

- It's the press, Sir.
- What about the press?

It won't be the first nor the last time
the press gets into

an interrogation of something we are
involved with. Don't you worry.

Don't you worry, Carrasco.

And...

if I get called to testify, Sir?

Say the truth.

After all, that Bahamondes guy,
what does he have on you? What?

- He's involved.
- Yes, Sir.

It's not your fault that the dude is crazy
and signed a false statement.

We are a family.

- No, Sir. Thank you.
- Carrasco.

Thank you, Sir.

Just one thing.

It's very important.

We can't go off script.

Let's not overspeak.

Sir, with all due respect, but...

I don't know if we'll
get out of this one that easily.

We tried to...

to stop the leaks to the press,
but it has already spread everywhere.

People are talking about a cover-up,

about us protecting that priest.

Priests...

Priests, priests, priests...

Who needs them, Carrasco?

Who needs them...

But you know, unlike priests,
we are actually needed, Carrasco.

All it takes is one bad fella
to point a gun to a worker's head,

and we'll be needed.

- We will always be needed, Carrasco.
- Yes, Sir.

Now, regarding the...

the problem you just mentioned.
Well, we do have one.

We have a very big problem,
and that problem is that priest.

I'm loyal.

Ask my men.

I'm loyal.

And I like people
to be loyal to me as well, Carrasco.

One hand washes the other.

The question is...

What are you willing to do
for this institution, Carrasco?

Anything, Sir.

Anything?

Anything.

So your hands wont shake when you
have to carry out a certain procedure?

No, Sir.

I wish every man were like you
in this institution, Carrasco.

You remind me of myself
when I first got in.

Keep that up.

You'll go places.

Make yourself home.

- I'll leave you to it.
- Thanks, Sir.

Check your statement thoroughly.

Make sure no details are missing
on what happened that night.

Do you have a pen?

Sure.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Mr. Rojas.

Ready to go, I see.

Well, official visits are just that,
they have to end at some point.

And it's mere coincidence that you are
leaving just after the remains were found.

Well, the truth is I'm not familiar
with the details of that case.

You can't keep hiding Correa.

You've run out of hiding places.

You have to do something, or else
you'll all be accessory to murder.

And here I thought
I was talking to a sane person.

Look.

Never before had a priest been
the accused on a homicide investigation.

And I'll repeat what

We couldn't protect him
from that even if we wanted to.

Then who?

The police?

You and I both know Correa and Moretti

made some close friends with
men in uniform during the dictatorship.

Who's helping him?

I'm sorry, but the only one who has an
answer to that is Father Correa himself.

Those protecting him
have blood on their hands too.

You made your own allegations
once upon a time.

Am I right?

That whole scandal some thirty years ago?

Maybe more. You had the chance
to accuse him and you got cold feet.

And that's the truth.

So, if Correa's is free
it's not just the Archbishop's fault,

or the Vatican's,
because it's also your fault.

Besides, you can't live haunted
by demons of flesh and blood.

Luckily for you, there are
some places where wounds can be healed.

The Archbishopric has some houses of
healing for those who are ailing.

I think there's one over at Macul St.
if I'm not mistaken. Yes...Macul.

I hope you can find
the help you need over there.

Excuse me.

I know we are upset and vexed by the
accusations against Father Correa, but,

we can't condemn someone for a mere rumor.

On many instances,
a genuine show of care or affection

- Can be mistaken for something it's not.
- Lies!

My son was groped all over
by Father Correa!

That pervert abused him!

Yes! And you are covering up for him!
You are defending him!

Saying it's normal,
saying anyone can get confused...

A moment, please. A moment.

As you all know,

César, my son,

gave his testimony, and this is very hard
for me and I know it is for you as well.

But Father Correa is a good man.

I'm proud that my son
is part of this school.

These allegation against the Father...

...are false.
Lies!

What happens is that kids get confused.
They exaggerate.

Yes.

They get confused,
because they're children. Eh?

My own son, he's confused. I don't know if
you know, but a few months ago...

his mother passed away.

I am sure that...

he didn't mean to offend or harm anyone
with these things he made up...

I-I

I-I didn't tell a-any lies, dad.

You should have talked to me before
saying all that shit about the Father.

It w-was the t-truth!

Mom said she didn't want him

h-h-here at the house!

You don't know who those people are.

Then...you know it is the truth?

- You know w-what h-happened?
- No I don't.

You know...

y-you know what w-was done to me?

D-don't p-play d-dumb, dad!

L-look at me!

Look over here!

Why the fuck didn't you
defend yourself, you little shit?

Antonia.

How long will it take them in Santiago?

One or two weeks.

- But, we can pressure them-
- Susana.

What I'm here to tell you...

is hard.

It's not José.

- But, you don't know yet-
- No. It's not your son, Susana.

I saw the local coroner's report.

And the remains belong to a man

over 60 years old.

I'm sorry.

I need to ask you to please not make
any official or public declarations

until we get the final report.

Why did you come here?

I owed it to you.

I was so glad...

to know where he was...

That's why I'm here.

Because I know
how important it is to see them.

To know where they are.

So many lies...

I know Morales was telling the truth.

He got the location wrong.

But I will keep searching.

I also believe
what he said about Correa is true.

God doesn't exist.

God doesn't exist...

César.

Listen.

Stay quiet.

This is what I miss the most
about the south.

Santiago is so noisy that...

one almost forgets
places like that still exist.

I suppose you already know they found him.

The remains are being analyzed,
and the results will arrive very soon.

But you already know, right?

You know whose remains those are.

You know I didn't do it.

If there's anyone
who knows me well, it's you.

You paid a guy $100 to dig a hole

and make him disappear.

Just like that.

Then, you looked his parents in the eyes
and told them you'd help with it all.

Again...

just like that.

You are a beast.

An animal.

A motherfucking murderer.

You really think I killed that kid.

You probably tried to abuse him,

and you fought.

Maybe you drew a weapon.

Maybe Mirkovich just
fell down the stairs, I don't know.

But what I do know is you had no trouble
getting help to dispose of the body.

- And you got it for cheap, too.
- What if I told you

it was all self-defense?

That it wasn't my fault.

Not your fault?

What were you thinking?
That he'd just let you do anything to him?

Did you think
he wasn't gonna defend himself?

He did what you never did.

He refused.

T-that's

n-not true.

You think I am a monster.

But I'm not.

No one...

has ever loved you the way I did.

You are one son of a bitch.

You haven't loved anyone but me.

Captain Carrasco.

Maulén.

Tell me what happened.

A 72-year-old man was found
hanging from the hall's ceiling lamp.

Time of death?

Around 5:00 to 5:30AM.

- Who found him?
- A caregiver from the nursing home, Sir.

Do you want to see where he was found?

- Is the assessment team inside?
- They are working, Sir.

There's no need, then.

Take him away.

I need you to send the order that
no one is to question the suspect but me.

Only me.
Got it?

- Yes, Captain.
- Go on.

Door!

Door!

Do you want something to drink? To eat?

The deceased was found around 5:00 to
5:30AM by a nursing home employee,

hanging from a ceiling light.

A suicide.

It wasn't suicide.

There's nothing
to indicate otherwise, Rojas.

A narcissistic predator like Correa
doesn't commit suicide.

You don't get tired, huh?

All this time seeking justice for that
boy, for whatever they did to you before,

and now that justice is before you,

you don't recognize it?

Justice...

Justice, Carrasco?

A rapist, a murderer,

ends up hanging from a light fixture,

and the case gets closed with his death.
Is that what you call justice?

Well it may be the closest thing
to justice you are going to find.

You know there are more people involved.

Okay, so if that were true...

Who'd be the main suspect?

There are many witnesses that saw an
ex-policeman hounding that priest.

A man with a violent record.

An unstable man,

who wanted to
take justice into his own hands.

- You son of a bitch.
-No Rojas, I'm not the son of a bitch.

Whoever helped you find Correa fucked you
over, that's the son of a bitch, man!

- It wasn't suicide.
- It's over!

Go on with your life!
Go see your son! Take Loij on a date!

And what will happen
with those who enabled him?

The Church, the justice system, the
police, the military, everyone who...

who covered up the crimes of that animal.
What will happen to them?

What will happen to you?

Look, let's imagine
things ended up differently.

Let's imagine you
take your evidence to court.

What do you think happens?

You think they'd put
that monster, that degenerate, in jail?

What happened last night, Rojas,

was the best possible outcome.

Your rapist,

your killer,

your monster,

is dead, man.

And, as your friend,

I'm asking you to please accept that.

Is that what you are, Carrasco?

Are you my friend?

I might be the only friend
you've got left in this world, Rojas.

Go home.

Door!

COME BACK TO US

I'm sorry.