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Mom.

Mom.

Wake up.

Mom.

What time is it?

7:30.

Oh, it's super late.
I fell asleep working.

Don't worry.

The kids are ready.

- I'll take them.
- Martina has an exam.

- She's ready.
- Oh, dear.

Can I get a kiss?

No, Mom! It's late!
We gotta go. Come on, Gustavo.

- Go ahead. Be right there.
- Give me a kiss. I love you.

- Bye, Mom.
- Thank you, honey.

- Okay, let go. Come on.
- My beautiful boy.

- Bye.
- I love you. Sorry.

- Gustavo!
- I'm coming!

Oh, I'm sorry! I love you!

- I'll wait for you to get breakfast, Gus!
- Okay.

THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS

Hello?

Hi, Andre.

Hi, Silvia. How are you?

Fine. Listen,
the clients are very interested.

Shall we set up the deposit documents?

I don't know if I have
the documents at home. Let me check.

It'd be perfect.
We could kill two birds with one stone.

You're in luck. I have them here.

Great. I'll have them bring the paperwork
and copies of their IDs.

Okay.

You're saving my life.
I'm having the busiest day today.

We can set up the date
to sign the contract.

Yes, perfect. Let's meet
outside the building at 11:00, okay?

Police! On the ground!

- What's going on?
- On the ground!

- What's happening? Don't hurt me!
- On the ground! Where's Gustavo Marelo?

Shut up and answer my question!

Take anything you want!

Where is Gustavo Marelo?

Don't hurt me!
Take anything you want, please!

I don't know where he is!

It's a mistake.

It's a mistake. My kid's a saint.
You have the wrong person.

- Please.
- Shut up, ma'am.

- Please.
- Yes. Affirmative.

- It's a mistake.
- Shut up.

- Let me speak with him. Please.
- Don't move.

- Don't touch him.
- Calm down.

Out of the car!

- Gustavo! Don't hurt him!
- Don't move.

- I said don't move!
- Let go of me!

- Let go, you motherfucker!
- What the fuck are you doing?

- Go, go, go!
- Gustavo!

- Mom!
- Gustavo!

Please, don't hurt him! Don't take him!

Don't take him, please.

Excuse me, where is the detention center?

Excuse me.

- Emilio.
- Andrea.

- Where is he?
- They've just questioned him.

- He's scared, but calmer now.
- What are they accusing him of?

- Theft.
- What?

Yes, I know, it's crazy.

But I need you to calm down and listen

because the judge won't release him.

How come? Why not?

- Andrea.
- Let go of me, Emilio.

Hello.
Excuse me, I'm Gustavo Marelo's mother.

The kid you've just brought in.

- I need to speak with him.
- You can't, ma'am.

Why can't I? This is a huge mistake.
Give me my son back.

- Don't yell.
- Oh, really?

- Andrea, don't.
- Let go of me!

What's all this ruckus?
Ma'am, could you lower your voice?

Judge, sir, please, I beg you.

I'm Gustavo Marelo's mother.
The kid you've brought in.

- Please, give me a second to speak.
- Let her in.

Thank you.

This is a huge misunderstanding.

There's no way my son
did something wrong. I know him.

- If that's the case, he'll be fine.
- Let him come home. Let him out.

No, ma'am. That's impossible.

Aren't you listening to me?

Look at me!

I'm an honest person!

Get in. Go on. Get in.

Gustavo!

- What are you laughing at?
- Mom.

- Ma'am, what are you doing? Get back.
- Mom! Mom!

FEDERAL PENITENTIARY SERVICE

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi. Did you call me?

Yes. Listen. I need you
to pick up the kids from school.

Again?

Yes, Mom. I'm busy.
Let them stay with you, please.

- Are you okay? Where--
- I'll explain later. Bye.

FEDERAL CORRECTIONAL FACILITY

- Excuse me--
- Hey, there's a line.

- Just a second.
- Get in line.

My son was brought in... Just a second.

- Are you deaf? Get in line!
- He's here, I saw him.

- He was just brought in.
- It's the same for us.

- But this is a mistake, ma'am.
- Come earlier to get in earlier.

- Please! It's only a minute!
- No! Get in line!

I just saw him go in.

We've been here since dawn.
Get in the line, please.

Piss off! Go.

THE WOMAN IN THE LINE

- You can't come in today.
- How come?

You need to wait until you're on the list.

What list?

What list?

I don't know anything about a list,
but I need to see my son.

- Next!
- Didn't you hear me?

My son's in there
and I'm not leaving until I see him!

Ma'am, talk to your lawyer.

- I did! I've been here for two hours!
- You heard her! Move it!

- I waited in line. What list?
- You heard her. Move it.

- Hold on! My son's inside!
- Move it, then!

Hello?

This call is from a correctional facility.

- Mom, it's me.
- How are you? Why didn't you call?

- I borrowed a phone card. It'll run out.
- Oh God, I--

- It's running out.
- Yes. Speak.

Come visit tomorrow from
9:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. Cell block four.

- I'll write it down!
- Bring a jacket.

- Which cell block?
- And a blanket.

Number four.

- What time?
- From 9:00 to 1:00, okay?

- Yes, I heard you.
- Bring food, please.

Food here is disgus--

What else do you need?

Finally! Matías is being so annoying.

- He hid my pencil case.
- Hi, darling.

Matías, she's here. Give it back.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Give it back, you idiot!

Good morning, Mati.

Give your sister her pencil case back.
And hurry up, we'll be late for school.

- He's very naughty.
- Grab your things. It's super late.

I'm ready.

Come here, princess.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

Tell Gustavito to come visit me.
He seems to have forgotten all about me.

I will, though he's such a teenager.
You know how it is.

- Okay.
- But he's on a trip. Didn't I tell you?

- What? On a trip?
- No.

He wanted to go to Córdoba
with his friends for a week.

Idiot! He said he'd take me
to football practice.

I'll take you on Saturday. Let's head out.

- Okay.
- I call shotgun!

Can they stay with you tonight?

- Again?
- Yes.

What's going on?
What are you not telling me?

It's not what you think.

Go on, tell me.

- Bye, Mom. Shall I close it?
- No, leave it. Bye.

REAL ESTATE

- Good morning, Juli.
- Morning, Andrea.

Hi, Andrea.

Bárbara.

- Hi, Bárbara.
- Are you okay?

I am now.

You were MIA. You didn't even call.

Yes. You won't believe what happened.

No idea. I bet it was very serious.

Yes.

My Mom was rushed to the hospital.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

We don't know yet.
They're running a lot of tests.

But it was horrible. Tomorrow, I can't...

I can't come. I have to go with her
to get more tests done.

Okay. Don't worry.
Everything will be okay. Okay?

I hope she gets better.

- When are you getting him out?
- I don't think we can before the trial.

Don't give me the runaround.
I need a timeline.

Eight, nine months at best.

What? Are you nuts? Get him out now!

Right now! Now!

What the fuck kind of lawyer
are you if you can't even help me? Fuck!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I know those outbursts of yours very well.

I'm desperate.

And I understand.

What did Gustavo say?

He's freezing his ass off.

And he's hungry.

I'm seeing him tomorrow.

Look, Andre.

I need to ask you some questions
that might seem ridiculous,

but still need to be considered.

Could it be that Gustavo has done
something you don't know about?

Excuse me?

We need to consider it,
or at least contemplate all the options.

- He's my son.
- Yes.

How could I not know what he does?

- Yes, but--
- What the fuck is this question?

- Andre, listen.
- Are you listening to yourself?

- It's not an option!
- Relax.

Fuck! That's not an option!
You hear me? It's not an option!

Do you have something warmer?

- Yes.
- It's too light.

Do you have the sturdier ones
with clip locks on the sides?

Aren't you Preppy Kid's mother?

Who?

Preppy Kid.

- I don't know him.
- A boy from the hood.

These ones are airtight
and good for sauces too.

Hi, Andre!

- Marian!
- How are you?

Good! What are you doing here?

My dentist is two blocks away,
so I'm walking around.

I haven't been here in ages.

- Do you need help?
- No.

I got it. Thanks.

I'm still volunteering at the church.
Remember?

Of course. I love that about you.

We need to help others.

Well...

Shall I talk to the girls and make plans?

I'd love to. It's been ages
since we've met for tea.

Good. Okay.

- Say hi to your mom for me.
- I will. Thanks.

Next.

Next.

Go on. Go. Go on.

Next.

Put your bag in here.

This bag?

It's not allowed.

Hand that over.

Next.

Put it over here.

Here.

Hand me the other bag.

Um...

Too big.

- Too big.
- It's a blanket.

Next.

No, no, no. Don't stick the knife
with soap in the food.

You're new, aren't you?

This is your number.

Go over there. Go on.

Coat off.

Next!

Pull your clothes up.
All of it. The bra too.

Pull it down.

Pull your pants down.

Bend down.
A little bit more and spread your legs.

Bend down.

Cough.

Harder.

Next.

VISITOR'S NAME

VISITOR TRANSPORTATION

Excuse me, may I?

No, it's occupied.

What?

Occupied.

Of course, yeah.

Right, yeah.

You see?
When I tell him the officers bullied me...

What they do is horrible.

They say,
"Not allowed, not allowed, allowed."

The guards were super strict
with everything today.

VISITATION AND CORRESPONDENCE DIVISION

Go on. Slowly.

Ready. Come in. Go on.

- What are you doing? This is my table.
- Sorry.

- Which ones are free?
- I don't know. No idea.

Go check.

Dad!

Oh, my darling.

Hi. Hi, darling. Hi, darling. Hi.

Are you okay? Are you okay? Yeah?

- Don't cry, Mom.
- Okay. Sorry.

- Don't cry in here.
- Yes. Sorry. I'm so happy to see you.

- What did you bring me?
- A bit of everything. Here. Look.

I brought you some food.

You said you were hungry. Schnitzels.

- Thank you.
- I brought clothes.

There. And look. I brought...

They're very cool.

Yeah, they are.

I bought you new ones
because the old ones were worn out.

Thank you.

I brought you a jacket.

Emilio says we need to wait
for the judge to set up your case file.

How long will it take?

I don't know.

We need to be patient.

Get me out of here, Mom.

Yes, darling.

We'll get you out.

I'm not gonna make it.

Yes, you will.

Look at me.

You will make it.

You have to.

You hear me?

I don't know if I can.

Hey.

Darling, what's wrong?

What happened?

I can't take it anymore, Mom.

Okay. Calm down.

You lied. He's not away on a trip.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I didn't know how to tell you.

This is terrible.
How could you let them take him?

What did you want me to do?

The police came in,
broke the door, and dragged him out!

- What could I have done?
- Protect him.

Shut up! God damn it, Mom!

Okay. Stop screaming.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's too hard.

Are you okay?

I don't believe you.

You're lying. Can't you see?

- What? Are you crazy?
- No! Why do you say that?

He's dead.

- Dead? No, he's not dead.
- Let go of me.

- Martina--
- He's dead like Dad.

- Don't say that.
- Don't. Your brother is not dead.

No.

He's just in jail. You have to believe me.

Hello?

This call is from a correctional facility.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, darling. How are you?
Did you sleep all right?

Better. A bit warmer.

I'm so glad. I miss you, Gustavo.

- Come on, Mom.
- You have no idea.

- Don't start.
- I'm not crying.

I swear I'm not.

I told them last night.

What did you say?

Your brother and sister.

Why the fuck did you do that?

- Did you want me to lie to them?
- Well, yes.

Here. Speak.

Hello?

Hello?

- Who is it?
- Your brother.

Hi.

Gus, is that you?

No one's answering.

- Hi, Piglet.
- Hi.

Hi, my darling Piglet.

I thought you were dead.

Yes. I'm a ghost
and I'm calling you from Heaven.

Shut up, you idiot.

Is it true you're in jail?

Yes.

But I'm okay. Don't worry.

- I miss you.
- Me too.

Next.

Pass and ID.

Did you bring a bag?

This is not allowed.

Ricardo.

Please.

- Who's next?
- Put your stuff here.

- Go on.
- Next.

- Visitor.
- His sister.

- Oranges are not allowed.
- Not allowed? Why aren't they allowed?

Because.

Blue is not allowed.

- This isn't blue.
- Still. Take it off.

- Ravioli are not allowed.
- They're cooked.

Why not? What are you doing, you fucker?

What did you say?

Why aren't they allowed if they're cooked?

What did you say?

Nothing, officer.

Go over there.

Next.

That kid who's walking around,
who's he with?

This is blue too. Shall I take it off?

Don't get smart with me.

- I'll bring them anyway.
- No.

- I said no.
- They want to see you.

Look at this place.

They're your siblings.

- Don't make it harder.
- Harder? Are you kidding?

- How do you think they feel?
- I'm the one in jail.

We're all in jail with you.

Stop it, Mom.

How can you not realize that?

Aren't those your sneakers?

- It's okay. That's how it is.
- What is?

- That's how it is.
- What is?

- What are you doing?
- Hey.

- Hey!
- Mom, come here.

- Your son has my son's sneakers.
- What? Fuck off. Fuck off.

He stole my son's sneakers.

My son didn't steal anything,
you dirty bitch.

- I'll rip your fucking head off, bitch.
- Who are you calling "dirty"?

- Stop, stop, stop!
- Calm down.

- Stop!
- Bitch, what are you doing? Stop! Stop!

- Let go of me! Thief!
- Listen to me--

You fucking thief! Let go of me!

Stop, stop. Look at me.
Right here. Calm down.

That's it. Breathe.

Why the fuck did you do that?

Listen to him. He understands. Look.

You need to stay cool. Understand?

Okay? Or it'll be worse for them.
You know? Okay?

- That's it.
- Let it go.

They can take your visitor's pass away
if they want to

and you won't be back for months.

- You don't want that, right?
- No.

Understand? Let it go.

That's it. Calm down. Yeah.

That's it.

- You need to leave, ma'am. Do you hear me?
- No, but--

- You need to leave. Now.
- Do as he says. Go.

- Go, Mom.
- Take your things and go.

- Leave.
- Go.

Hey.

Which way are you going?

Want a ride?

Thank you for what you did.

Don't worry about it.

It's best to stay out
of what happens inside, you know?

For their sake.

It can cause problems for them.

And also for us.

We have enough worries outside, don't we?

He's too young.
It kills me not being able to help him.

Young?

"Oh boy, oh boy,
that kid's balls have dropped,"

my grandma used to say.

Young? Oh, please.

You're funny.

Here. Here is fine.

Here.

Good.

Thank you.

You shaved 90 minutes off my commute.
I'll get home in a flash.

I'm Andrea.

You?

I'm Marta. But they call me Twenty-two.

- Twenty-two?
- Yeah, like the madman.

Bet on it today. Who knows?

Maybe I'll bring you luck.

Take care, okay?

Bye.

Mom.

Mommy. Mommy, wake up.

We're super late for school.

- What time is it?
- Mom.

What time is it?

Mom, please.

- Mom.
- He didn't call.

- Mom, we're super late already.
- Why didn't he call?

- Mom, please, if you want--
- Shut up, Matías! Let me think.

- Please, if you want--
- Something's wrong.

- Martina. Martina, wake up.
- Something's wrong.

- Hello?
- Hi, Emilio.

- Andrea?
- Gustavo didn't call.

How come? Calm down. I bet he--

Don't ask me to calm down!
He calls every day at 7:00!

- Today, he didn't--
- Andrea, please.

- I fucked up yesterday.
- Hold on.

- I'll kill myself.
- Hold on!

- I'll kill myself if he got hurt.
- Here's what we'll do.

- I'll check and call you back.
- Please check, Emilio.

- I need to know if my son is okay.
- Good morning to you too.

- My son, Gustavo Marelo, cell block four.
- It's not visitation day.

I know. I know that.
But my son hasn't called today.

- Something must have happened--
- No. He must be okay.

He calls me every day,
and today he hasn't. Go check, please.

- Call your lawyer.
- Tell me if he's okay, you bitch!

- Calm down.
- Hey! Watch it! She's told you already!

- This isn't day care. Call your lawyer.
- Please. Tell me he's okay. I beg you.

Hello.

This call is from a correctional facility.

- Hi, Andrea?
- It's me. Who are you?

I'm Alejo. You don't know me.
I'm at Ezeiza like your son.

- What happened? What did you do to him?
- Calm down, ma'am.

Mr. Emilio has asked me to call you.
He's my lawyer too.

How's my son? Did something happen?

Gustavo is okay, ma'am.
Nothing happened to him.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Why didn't he call me?

He couldn't.

He won't be able to call tomorrow either.
You'll see him on Sunday.

Why? I don't get it. Is he really okay?

Yes, yes, yes. I swear, okay?

He had a tiny problem. A fight.

Was he hit? Is he hurt?

It's nothing serious.
Just things that happen, ma'am.

Trust me, okay?

I swear on my daughter your son is okay.

He's in solitary.

That's why he can't call you.

Don't worry, ma'am.

The technician said the issue
is that the engine is almost dead.

No. The issue is that the signal
doesn't reach the units.

The engine works perfectly.

- It opens.
- Don't complicate things.

Guys, can you stop?

We're really fed up
with not finding a solution for this.

Can't the management board
do something to fix this issue?

I'm writing down all your comments.

I think we'll have
to call the technician again.

Why didn't he fix this
the first time around?

No, no, no! Those are for your brother.

Just one, Mom. I'm hungry.

Deal with it. We're eating soon.

What's with that face?

You know!

Okay...

What are you doing, Mom?

- Okay, okay. Can't you see he's jealous?
- Don't defend him.

He has food to eat. Gustavo doesn't.

Okay, I'll make one for Gustavo later.

Why don't you go?

He'd like to see you.

No. I'm staying here until he's out.
I'll wait for him here.

Well, do it for him.

No way will I set foot in that place.

"No way"?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Mom.

- I'm sorry. I'm exhausted.
- There, there.

I know what you're going through, darling.

But don't take it out on them.

Who am I taking it out on, Mom?

You're constantly focused on Gustavo.

- And you're tough on them.
- Unbelievable.

- You pay no attention to them.
- Enough!

Enough! You say that after everything
you put me through when I was a kid?

- I will raise my kids as I see fit!
- Okay, understood. Understood.

- Let's pretend I didn't say anything.
- But you did! You did.

Fucking shit.

- Morning.
- Next.

Come on, next.

Have the pass ready.

Hey.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- Come, Martina.
- Sit down, please.

- Hey, Coca.
- What?

- Let the boy sit.
- No.

- It's okay. Yeah.
- It's not necessary.

- Thank you.
- No worries.

This is Martina. This is Twenty-two.

What's up, Martina?

- You're very pretty.
- Thank you.

Do you want a ride?

How could I refuse?

- What happened?
- You brought everyone.

Yes, they wanted to see you.
Look at your eye.

I'm fine. Don't worry.

- Hi, Piglet. How are you?
- How are you, Gus?

- You're bruised! Why?
- What happened to your eye?

Nothing. I'm okay.

- I'm so happy you're here.
- Gustavo, what happened?

Never mind, Mom. It's been cleared up.

But don't bring me any more fancy stuff.

So? What did you bring me?

- Lots of stuff.
- Excuse me.

- Let's eat. I'm hungry.
- Are you my visitor?

- I'm Alejo.
- Alejo.

How are you?

Pleasure to meet you.

- Thank you for what you did.
- Have you met?

I was desperate to hear from you
and he called me.

Mr. Emilio is my lawyer too.

He asked me to ask about you,
and I called her. Alejo. Hi.

We've never spoken before, right?

Yes.

I know who you are.

How's the eye?

Fine.

I'm Gustavo.

These are Mati and Martu,
my brother and sister.

Right on! Nice of you
to come visit your brother.

Congratulations.

How are... Ouch, stop!
You're hurting me, He-Man.

You're very strong. Let go.

Wow!

Ma'am, how are you?
Please, softer than your brother. Hello.

Pleasure to meet you.
How are you? Okay? Happy?

- Yes.
- Happy to see him?

He's okay. Don't worry.

Nice jacket. Are these clouds?

No, sheep.

Sheep! Okay. Nice to meet you.

Your kids are super strong, huh?

Ah! I...

It's just...

something silly
we brought for you as a thank you.

Whoa, it's heavy.

- Schnitzels.
- Are you a vegetarian?

No.

No way.

The guys are gonna be happy. Thank you.

- I'll share them.
- You're welcome.

You don't have a table?

- No.
- No, but we're fine over here.

No, wait here. I'll go find one.

- No, it's not necessary.
- Relax.

- Tuco. Excuse me.
- Yeah?

I have a visitor
but we don't have a table.

Help me out. Can I have one of these?

- How's school?
- It's going good. Really.

- Nacho, make some room.
- Yeah.

How's Grandma?

- She's fine.
- Yeah?

There we go. Thanks, dude.

- Excuse me, is this seat taken?
- No.

Shall we eat the panettone?

- Look at his face.
- Okay.

They let me bring in the meds for Mom.
She needs to take them.

Some days they don't allow any meds.

Your mom's exhausted.

All the things you need

come out of our pockets and our hard work.

So you need to stay strong and keep going.

This is not what we agreed on.
You constantly change your tune.

- No way.
- I'm trying to help you.

- You can pop some champagne.
- No. Stop it.

- If you're okay, then I'm okay, Mom.
- I know, son. Thank you.

Come on, damn it.

The courts are slow, but they told us
they'd give us a chance.

They'll give you a chance.

He's asking about you every day, you know?

- I don't know what to tell him.
- Okay.

- What do you mean, "okay"?
- I'll try. I don't know, Mom.

I'm taking care of him for you,
hanging on...

Why are you crying?

I can't miss school every day.

- But you can come to see me.
- I can't come here.

Two days. One.

I can't... Okay, let's do this, then.

I'll buy you a phone card,

you call your mother

and have her help me
by picking up Clarita from school.

- Please.
- I don't know if my Mom can watch her.

- She's old.
- I can't do everything alone.

I have to work.

Why are you here?

- Martu.
- What?

- You don't ask that in here.
- Why?

Hey, curious cat. Not now.

Sorry.

It's okay.

You know what, Martu?

There are topics
we don't like to talk about.

But we can talk about nice things instead.

Do you have a job?

Huh?

- No.
- What grade are you in?

- Third grade.
- Third, nice, and you?

- Me? Seventh.
- Oh, you're grown up!

Would you like some schnitzel?

He's so big.

Oh, come on, my darling.

You got a perm!

She's the only one who noticed!

- Who wants something stronger?
- Me!

- Baileys?
- No...

Thanks.

- It's been a year since I last saw them.
- What about you, Andre?

- How are you? The kids?
- Huge.

You won't believe
what Martina said the other day.

"I don't want to share a room anymore,
I need privacy."

- She's eight!
- Already?

They grow up so fast.

- Cheers!
- For old times' sake!

- Cheers!
- Eyes open!

Bottoms up? No, no, no. I have to drive.

And how's Gustavo?

Good. He's a bit lazy.
Yeah, a tad lazy. You know...

- They get to that age.
- They're all a bit like that.

- Yeah.
- Full-on teenagers.

You?

Andre.

We know.

What?

You can trust us.

Really. We're here for you.

Okay, yes.

If you know, then I'll confirm it.

Gustavo is in prison.

- What are the charges?
- No, girls.

I don't want to talk about that.

Don't take this the wrong way.
We know how difficult it must be.

Raising the kids alone,
with no father figure.

I'm sure it must be very hard
to keep an eye on him.

Why don't you want to talk?

- This is what you invited me for?
- No, no.

No, Andre, no.

Mari told us you had run into each other
and then we heard the news.

But none of you called me to check on me.

None of you.

Andre, that doesn't matter.
Tell us how you're doing.

We think it'd be good to know, right?

- Of course.
- Yes.

What for?

I feel like I'm facing a firing squad.

- No, Andre, don't take it like that.
- No. Andre, we want to help you. Look.

We chipped in with other moms from school

who are outraged by what happened to you.

- "Moms from school"?
- Yes.

From the school? How...

That's the list of all the women
and how much each one contributed.

Who do you think you are?

How could you expose my son
without calling me first?

- It's not easy for us either, you know?
- What isn't?

- This, Andrea.
- Are you talking about me?

Me?

You really think
this could never happen to you?

Hello?

This call is from a correctional facility.

Hi, Andrea. It's Alejo.

Alejo, what happened to Gustavo?

Nothing. He's okay.
Don't worry, everything's okay.

Holy shit, I got scared.

You're such a scaredy-cat.

What do you expect? I'm fearing the worst.

I'm calling because...
I just wanted to talk.

Talk?

Yes.

Talk.

You have a daughter, don't you?

Yes. How do you know?

The other day you swore on her.

Ah. Yes, yes, yes. True.

Yep.

She's 12.

- What's her name?
- Yamila.

Do you see her often?

No. I haven't seen her
in more than ten years.

Really?

Her mom won't let you?

Her grandma. Her mom died long ago.

Did you kill her?

No, no, no!

Hold on.

Hold on. No, no, no.

She died because of our lifestyle.

We loved each other very much,
but we got way too addicted to dope.

I made it, but she didn't.

I'm sorry.

No, no, don't worry.

I'm not a murderer, okay?

I'm a thief.

But only by trade.

That's a relief.

Yes. Yes, it is.

How do they know it's him?

- You can't see shit.
- Let's watch it again.

Pause.

You can't see shit!

Nothing.

It's strange, yes.

It wouldn't serve as evidence

if they're only checking it
against a single testimony.

The prosecutor is taking
the police lineup into account,

where someone did identify Gustavo.

Look, one of the witnesses
who recognized him

said he was driving the car.

He said,

"The gang of Eusebio Elías Santillán
was made up of Florencio Jiménez..."

Blah, blah, blah. Here.

"The young man driving the car
is Gustavo Marelo, aka, Preppy Kid."

- What?
- "He was in the driver's seat."

I recommend you buy these,
because they last longer

and don't fade so quickly.

How much?

You can take three for the price of two.

- Okay. I'll think about it.
- Okay. Great.

- Hi, how are you?
- Good afternoon.

Do you remember me?

Yes, I think so.

The other day you asked me
if I was Preppy Kid's mother.

I'm looking for Santillán.

I don't know any Santillán.

I know you do.

And I need to speak with him.

Where can I find him?

- What's your name?
- Andrea.

Look, Andrea.

A piece of advice.

You don't want to go around
asking about that guy.

Tell me where I can find him.

Hello.

Could you tell me where Carlos is?

By the window.

Carlos?

I'm Preppy Kid's mother.

I'm looking for Santillán.

It's about my son.

What for?

My son's in prison because of him.

I need to talk to him.

Sit down. Wait.

Give me the phone.

Preppy Kid's mom is here.

She wants to see you.

Okay.

Follow me.

Come.

Hurry up.

Come on. Follow me.

Come.

Get in.

I said get in.

- Where are you taking me?
- Head down.

- Why?
- I said head down!

What's this? Where are we going?

Why the hell
are you looking for Santillán?

I told you, to talk about my son.

Now keep your head down
and your mouth shut.

- Don't hurt me! I have three children.
- Shut the fuck up, you bitch!

Don't lift your head.

Understood? We're watching you.

Don't look at me.

What do you want to talk about?

My son's in the middle
of something you did.

And I know he's innocent.

I don't know how, but I want him out now.

Ma'am,

Preppy Kid is a good kid.

He comes from a nice family.

- How the hell do you know my son?
- Calm down!

It's best for you if we speak calmly.

You're a good mother.

- Don't worry. I'll take care of it.
- No, you won't!

Ma'am.

I will say this only once.

So listen carefully.

Are you listening?

If you get like this,
you won't solve anything.

You need to be patient.

Your son understands things very well.
So trust him as we trust him.

He's behaving well, so don't worry.
Nothing's gonna happen to him.

What are you saying?

Your son will have another chance,
but we need to finish this first.

- You won't see my son ever again.
- Ma'am!

We need to finish this first, understand?

Now get out.

- What?
- Get out!

Get my son out.

- Get him out. I'll die if you don't.
- Out of the car!

Okay.

Hi, Andrea. It's Bárbara.

I don't know what happened,

but you've disappeared without warning,
you don't answer any calls,

and you've missed
the appointments with our clients.

I can't cover for you anymore.

I don't know if that story about your mom
is true or not, but I'm very sorry.

This message is to notify you

that tomorrow you should be receiving
your layoff notice.

I wish you good luck. Bye.

Hi, Andre.
I've spoken with the prosecutor.

He says we can avoid the trial

if Gustavo gives out information
on Santillán.

I need you to talk to him.
Call me when you can, okay?

You have one chance to tell me the truth.

About what?

Stop lying, Gustavo.

Tell me why the hell you're here.

- What do you want me to say?
- The truth.

- You know it. Are you serious?
- Stop lying!

I met with Santillán yesterday.

Preppy Kid.

Die in prison.

Die in here alone, you son of a bitch.

I'm sorry, Mom,
from the bottom of my heart.

You have every right to be angry,
but stay out of it.

Who are you?

Who are you, Gustavo?

I love you, Mom.

No, don't walk away.

Hey, don't be sad.

Come to my place, don't be alone.

I can't. I need to see my kids.

I know how it goes, you know.

You'll get home...

and you'll get depressed.

You know how many times I've been there?

My Dad was locked up.

So was my ex.

And now my son.

Quite a résumé I've got, huh?

Come over. You can give me a hand.

Is she invited to your birthday?

It'll do you good.

- Me?
- It'll do all of us good, yeah.

This one right here? Or this one?

There. A round of applause for Lautaro.
Say bye to the audience.

A few seconds.

Yes! A round of applause for you.

- I have to drive later.
- Oh, who cares?

Cheers.

Drink up. That's it.

Happy birthday to you!

There we go! That's good!

Listen, girl. Listen to me carefully.

You're done feeling pain. You're good now.
You can't do anything about it. It's gone.

But suffering...

is a choice.

- Good one.
- Good one?

It's my life's motto. Cheers.

Look.

Sandro! I love him. I love him.

You see? He knows his stuff.

I made a bet with life

I told her I would never cry

And sometimes I cheated
In order to beat her out

Because I don't know how to lose
I was born to triumph

And here I am, you see
I'm here, laughing it all out

Hey! In the end, life stays the same

Hey! In the end, life stays the same

Hey! In the end, life stays the same

Hey! In the end, life stays the same

They will never come true
All those dreams I've had

Because in my long journey
I've left so many dreams behind

But so much I've reaped
And so much I've lived

That, today, I think
I haven't really lost anything

Hey! In the end, life stays the same

In the end, life stays the same

Hey! In the end, life stays the same

In the end, life stays the same

Coming back to life?

What happened?

You drank and danced nonstop.

- I don't remember anything.
- Suck it up.

You were very happy.
Your teeth look nice when you laugh.

Let's see them. They're great.

Did I dance that much?

I have a splitting headache.

You threw up all over yourself.

But everything's been washed.
It'll be dry in a sec.

- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have drank.
- Why do you say that? It's okay.

Please.

We all fall apart eventually. Sit.

Welcome to the club.

- Mate?
- No way.

- Water then.
- Okay.

Great. Water for that hangover.

Hey, here you go.

- What are you doing? No.
- No. Relax.

No. Here.

Lights are on. Ready.

Hello, good evening.
Forgive us for coming in like this.

Are you Vanina?

- Who are you?
- Hello, pleasure to meet you.

We wanted to speak with you
about your granddaughter, Yamila.

We want to help out
so she can see her father.

- Is he still in prison?
- Yes.

That's why we want to help.
So the little girl can see her father.

- Did he send you?
- No. He doesn't know we're here.

We came of our own accord.
We want to surprise him.

My granddaughter is not a "surprise."

No, ma'am, you've...
You've misunderstood me.

- I'm sorry.
- Leave it.

- Wait. She misunderstood.
- Don't push it.

Ma'am! I'm sorry...

Twenty-two.

What are you doing?

Ma'am, I apologize.
You've misunderstood me.

Ma'am, I'm going through
the same thing as you.

And I understand you're angry.
And you're probably right to be.

But those who are inside,
and us who are outside,

need to see our family.

Go away! We don't want
anything to do with him!

- Grandma, I'll go.
- Where?

- I'll hear them out.
- The girl.

- Where are you going?
- They're talking about Dad.

- Here she comes.
- No, but I have to go.

Grandma, stop giving me shit!

It's not your dad, it's mine.
Stop it, Grandma.

Yami. Hi. What's up?
I'm Andrea. This is Twenty-two.

- Hi.
- How are you?

- Do you know my Dad?
- Yes.

You're lucky.
I don't remember anything about him.

- Do you want to go visit him?
- Like hell you will!

Grandma, quit it! Enough!

- Does he want to see me?
- Of course.

He talks about you all day long.

Big fat liar.

He doesn't even know me.
He doesn't know who I am.

Well... Well, he wonders...

He wonders what your hair looks like.

What you're like.

I don't know...
If one day you'll want to call him Dad.

- Or whatever.
- Oh, so he's an idiot.

- Hi.
- How are you?

How are you, Yami? I'm Alejo.

Do you remember me?

Hi, Mom.

Here are your things. Give me yours.

Are you still angry?

Thanks, Mom.

- Say hi to the kids for me.
- Okay.

Visits are over. Back inside.

Bye, Yami.

Andre!

Hey, thank you so much for what you did.

My heart's bursting.

After everything you've done for me,
it was the least I could do.

No, it was the most you could do.

What about you?

I'm not over it yet.

He's wrecked too.

Hey, tell me one thing.

What is it that upsets you so much?
That he lied to you or that he's a crook?

- That he's a thief.
- What about me?

- I'm here for being a thief too.
- But I'm not your mom.

Yeah, you're right, but why are you here?

Because he's my son.

See? There's your answer.
Aren't you going to forgive him?

Let's go. Visits are over. Time's up.

He's protecting you.

You take care of each other.
That's how it goes.

Thank you.

On November 29th,
they took him to the worst prison of all.

And that's how my ordeal began.

I slept on a cement bench
outside the prison.

I stayed there because I wanted to,
because he needed a few things.

I remember that at 6:00 p.m.
some girls walked by, they were shopping.

They said,
"Ma'am, what are you doing here?"

"I don't know anyone," I said.
"I don't know anyone. Where would I go?"

They said, "No, come with us."

They prepared this huge stew.

And it was the best one I've ever had.
It was so cold out.

I don't talk to anyone.

- Why not?
- I don't know.

Because I'm very angry
about having to go to prison.

I don't believe in justice anymore.

Justice doesn't exist.

There was this huge storm that day.

It was 4:00 a.m. I didn't know
where I had to go to take a number.

I went in and saw all these families
on the floor, soaking wet.

I was dragging my bag
because it had so much stuff in it.

I went in with my baby girl,
and my husband made a...

He made a bed with a blanket,
and she slept the entire visit.

They want to be the ones to decide
if you can see your relative,

and if they can see you or not.

And you feel guilty and think,
"Did I make a mistake?"

It's like a dual punishment.

Your relative is locked up,

and you have to endure
inspections and visits.

Excuse me.

I want to say something.

Thank you for what you did.

And you too, Grandma,
for letting me come here.

Yes, darling. Sure.

Seeing my Dad made me happy.

He has a face now.

You know?

Of course, baby.

He was happy to see you too.

He was?

Yes.

I don't know...

Thank you, girls.

Thank you very much.

Talking and listening to you...

I remembered this one time
someone asked me

what prison took away from me.

Wow, what a question, huh?

Each one must have their own answer

to such a big question.

And I was thinking that

prison took away half of my life.

Some days, I wake up and say,

"We are strong.
We need to regroup. Everything's fine."

"I need to be Damián's rock in there

and Fausto's, who is little,

and doesn't deserve
to have a Mom who's crying all the time."

But sometimes it's super hard.

Hello.

This call is from a correctional facility.

Hi, Andrea. It's Alejo.

Hi, Alejo. I know it's you.

How's Gustavo?

He's okay. He's scared to call you.

He's an idiot. A giant idiot.

- Are you there?
- Yes.

Yes. Yes, I am.

It seems there's not much to say today.

I have a lot to say to you,

but I'm scared.

What are you scared of? Are you kidding?

No, really. I don't know.
Words come easy when I'm joking around.

But saying what I feel...

It's the same for me.

But I like it.

What?

Knowing you're there.

Can we stay like this for a bit?

Thanks, Mom.

- Good morning.
- Hi.

Welcome! How are you?

Honey, look how big the living room is.

Yes.

It's a very pretty house. Spacious.

Lots of natural light too.

Very fine wood.

My husband and I made it.
Same as the kitchen counter.

There's a room with an en-suite bathroom,
and the backyard.

We renovated the floors recently.

- More CDs? Where?
- Up there!

We'll get those later.

- No, it's too heavy. Put it down.
- But then I'll--

- Andre, they're really tasty.
- Right?

- Eat one at a time.
- Okay.

I'm good with these. Leave those.

How do I get this out of here?

- Let's go.
- Watch the step.

Watch the step.

- Push.
- It won't fit through here.

- Pivot.
- Watch the fabric. Don't rip it.

Is it going through?

- It does.
- That's it. Go.

- Come on.
- Careful. There's furniture behind us.

Watch the wooden floors
or my mother will kill me.

There.

Very good! We did it!

- Girls, come on.
- We're checking it out.

Look. The decor is so pretty.
We're coming.

Andrea, where's the kettle?

Let's drink mate.

Hi.

Hi.

I brought a tart.

Thank you.

I apologize. It's not what we had planned.

No, I know. Let's do this instead.

Discuss it with him.
Maybe we can settle this now.

- Don't waste more of my time.
- Yes. Give me ten minutes.

What happened?

- He didn't take the deal.
- How come?

You're staying silent?

Why won't you sign the deal?

If you do, they'll go after Santillán
and we'll skip the trial.

- You don't get it.
- I don't get it?

Gustavo, we won't have
another opportunity like this one.

I told you, I'll handle this my way.

Please leave.

Don't look at him! I'll kill you!

Sign it at once and end this,
for the love of God!

Stop giving me shit, Mom!

I said I'll do this my way.
I can't be any clearer.

I'm ready.

Who else in this room participated?

Please let the record state

that Mr. Sebastián Paredes
raised his hand.

You know Mr. Gustavo Marelo.

Preppy Kid is a nobody.

He never knew what we were doing.

He drove us around like a cabby.
He took us places and picked us up.

Like a cabby.

A cabby. Good one.

He was part of the gang.
You can't deny that.

There is footage that proves it.

Yes. As I said, he just drove us.
He never knew what we were doing.

He's nobody.

You claimed that Gustavo Marelo

did not take part in your activities.

So he never found out
what it was that you were doing?

Not at all.

He just took his cut.

Because, excuse me, sir,

he would've shit his pants.

I wasn't going to trust a clueless kid
and put the group at risk.

Mr. Pérez, do you know a man
by the name of Santillán?

Who?

Do you know Eusebio Elías Santillán?

No. I've never heard of him.

Did you ever notice anything suspicious
when they got in the car?

No.

I didn't, honestly.

They were always in a hurry.
I never thought they were running away.

Not at all.

So I never understood
why I ended up in prison.

Mr. Marelo, do you know
a man called Eusebio Elías Santillán?

No.

I've never heard that name.

After deliberation,
the court orders the following.

First,

to sentence Florencio Jiménez, aka Pecho,

whose particulars
appear on the case records,

to seven years in prison, and payment
of attorney's fees and court costs,

for being an accomplice to robbery,
aggravated by the use of a weapon,

in a populated area as part of a gang.

Second,

to sentence Sebastián Montes, aka Chino,

and Ignacio Matildo Pérez,

whose particulars appear
on the case records,

to five years in prison, and payment
of attorney's fees and court costs,

for being accomplices to robbery,
aggravated by the use of a weapon,

in a populated area as part of a gang.

Third,

to sentence Gustavo Marelo,
aka Preppy Kid,

whose particulars appear
on the case records,

to two years of suspended imprisonment
and payment of court costs

for being a secondary accomplice
to aggravated robbery

in a populated area and as part of a gang.

Excuse me, members of the court.

On account of my client
having received a suspended sentence

and not having a criminal record,

I request his release.

The defense attorney
has the right on their side,

therefore the court approves
the immediate release of Gustavo Marelo,

effective immediately
after this court's proceedings.

Please let the record reflect this,
Madam Clerk.

That is all.

Gustavo, you can go home now.

Thank you.

It's over!

It's over, darling.

- It's over.
- Everything's gonna be okay.

It's over. It's over. It's over.

I've missed you.

I missed you too.

Gus!

Hi.

- Hi!
- Piglet.

Hi, Shorty.

- How are you?
- Fine.

Hi.

This call is from a correctional facility.

Hi.

- Hi, Ale. Did you hear?
- Yes, of course. That's why I'm calling.

Congratulations to you.

Thank you very much.

And thank you so much
for everything you did for him.

No, there's no need for that.

You've done so much for me, I owe you.

You're crazy.

Hey, Andre.
Look, I'm calling to say goodbye.

What?

Yeah. Let's end this. Don't come back.

Okay? It's better this way. Trust me.

You need to let this go.

It's time you go back to your normal life.

I don't understand. Let what go?

I release you.

Okay?

And thank you so much
for what you did for my daughter.

Have a great life. Bye.

Wait. Wait.

It's delicious, Mom.

- Delicious, Grandma.
- Thanks.

Andrea will cook next time.

No. Gustavo should cook.
We made all those schnitzels for him.

ANDREA KEPT VISITING ALEJO FOR 14 YEARS.
THEY GOT MARRIED AND HAD A CHILD.

IN 2019, ALEJO WAS RELEASED,
AND THEY ARE STILL TOGETHER.

ANDREA KEPT FIGHTING FOR THE RIGHTS
OF FAMILY MEMBERS OF DETAINEES.

TOGETHER WITH CLAUDIA CESARONI
AND OTHER WOMEN,

SHE FOUNDED THE ARGENTINE ORGANIZATION
OF FAMILY MEMBERS OF DETAINEES (ACIFAD),

AND HAS HELPED CREATE A LATIN AMERICAN
NETWORK WITH THE SAME GOALS (RIMUF).

FAMILY MEMBERS OF DETAINEES

UP UNTIL DECEMBER OF 2024,

ANDREA WAS ONE
OF THE LATIN AMERICAN MEMBERS

OF THE UNITED NATIONS
COMMITTEE AGAINST TORTURE.

FOR DRAMATIC PURPOSES,
GUSTAVO'S CHARACTER WAS CONVICTED.

IN REAL LIFE,
ANDREA CASAMENTO'S SON WAS INNOCENT.

THE WOMEN WHO PLAYED
THE WOMEN IN THE LINE IN THIS FILM

ARE "WOMEN IN THE LINE" IN REAL LIFE.

You're done feeling pain. You're good now.
You can't do anything about it. It's gone.

But suffering

is a choice.

- Good one.
- Good one?

It's my life's motto. Cheers.

Subtitle translation by:
Daiana Estefanía Díaz