All language subtitles for The.Woman.In.The.Line.2025.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264

Mom.

Mom.

Wake up.

Mm.

Mom.

What time is it?

Half past seven.

Oh, so late… I fell asleep working.

Don't worry.

- The kids are ready.
- Mm.

- I'll drive them, okay?
- Martina has her exam…

- It's all taken care of.
- Okay, sweetheart.

Come give me a goodbye kiss?

No, Mom.
It's too late. We have to go, Gustavo!

Go. I'm right behind you.

I know you'll give me a goodbye kiss,
won't you?

- Bye, Mom.
- Thank you, baby. I love you.

Okay, enough. Okay.

My handsome boy.

- Bye.
- Bye. Love you.

Gustavo!

I'm coming!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Love you kids a bunch!

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

THIS STORY IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

Hello?

- Hi, Andrea.
- Hi, Silvia. How's it going?

Good. Listen,
do you think it'll be possible

for us to complete all the paperwork
when we meet today?

Oh. I don't know if I have
all the papers with me. Let me check.

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

It's your lucky day. I have it all here.

Awesome. It'd be great to get this done.

I'll call them right away
so they have everything ready.

I already told them that they need
to bring a photocopy of their ID and…

basically everything.
So you can see the documents.

Yes, sounds perfect.

Let's meet at the building entrance
at 11:00, okay?

Police!

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

- On the ground!
- Don't hurt me!

- Get on the ground!
- No!

- Don't hurt me!
- Shut up!

Where is Gustavo Marelo?

- Answer me! Where is Gustavo Marelo?
- I don't know where he is!

- Where is Gustavo Marelo?
- I don't know where he is!

It's a mistake.

It's a mistake. My son is a saint.

You have the wrong person…

- Shut your mouth.
- I'm telling you.

It's a mistake.

Shut your mouth.

- Let me talk to him!
- Police! Hands up!

- Hands up!
- Stay calm!

- Cooperate!
- Let me talk to my son!

- Stop! Don't hurt my son!
- Stay still!

- Let go, motherfucker!
- Stay still!

- Ow!
- Let go of me!

- Shut the fuck up!
- Gustavo! Gustavo!

- Mom!
- Don't hurt him. Please! Don't take him!

- Stop talking!
- Please, don't take him away!

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

Where's the detention center?

Excuse me.

- Emilio!
- Andrea.

Where is he?

They just took his deposition.

He's afraid,
but he's a bit calmer right now.

- And what's the charge?
- Theft.

- Huh?
- Yes, I know it's crazy.

But right now, I need you to stay calm
and listen to me closely,

because the judge won't let him go today.

He won't? Why not?

- Andrea.
- Let go of me, Emilio!

- Hi. Excuse me, my son is Gustavo Marelo.
- Yes.

He's the kid they just brought in.
You need to let me see him now.

- Ma'am, you can't.
- This is ridiculous!

You're making a mistake. Give me my son!

- You can't scream in here…
- I'll scream if I want!

- No!
- Let go of me!

I need you to leave.

What's going on here?
Ma'am, lower your voice!

Your Honor. Listen to me, Your Honor.

My son is Gustavo Marelo,
the kid they just brought in.

Just give me one second.
Please, Your Honor.

Let her in.

Thanks.

Listen, Your Honor, this is a big mistake.

It's impossible.

- My son would never do this. I know him.
- If that's the case, he'll be alright.

Then let me take him back home.
He doesn't belong in there.

No, ma'am, that's impossible.

You're not listening
to what I'm telling you. Look at me!

I'm a decent person!

Move. Come on.

Gustavo!

- Get in.
- Mom?

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

- Go.
- Mom!

Let's go.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, you called me?

I need you to pick up the kids
from school.

Again?

Yes. I have a really busy day.
Can they stay with you, please?

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

FEDERAL PENITENTIARY

- Excuse me. Good morning…
- Get in line.

Just a second. My son was just brought in.
Please, just a minute.

Are you deaf?

My son was just brought in. I saw him.

- But my son was just…
- Get in line.

- We're all in the same situation here.
- But this is a mistake.

If you want to go in early,
you have to come earlier.

Please, just a minute.

- No. Get back in line.
- But I just saw them take him.

We all got here early. Go get in line.

Please.

THE WOMAN IN THE LINE

You can't come in today.

And why not?

You'll need to wait.
You need to be on the list.

What list?

What list?

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

- Next, please.
- Are you listening to me?

My son is in there right now,
and I'm not leaving until I see him!

Look, ma'am, go talk to your lawyer.

I talked to my lawyer.

- You heard her.
- I've been waiting in line for two hours!

I waited. Now, tell me what list
you're talking about.

You have to leave.

- Hold on, my son is in there!
- Enough!

Get out of here.

00:10:28,458
Hello?

This is a call
from a correctional facility.

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

I borrowed a phone card,
it's about to run out.

- God, it's all so…
- Mom, it's running out.

- I'm listening.
- Tomorrow is visiting day in the morning.

- From 9 a.m. to 1. I'm in ward four.
- I'm writing it down.

Bring me a jacket.

- What ward are you in?
- And a blanket cause I fucking…

- I'm in ward four.
- What time?

- From 9 'till 1. Did you hear me?
- Yes.

And please bring me food.
The food here is disgusting.

What else do you need?

Finally, you're here.
Matías is so annoying.

- He hid my pencil case.
- Hello, sweetheart.

Matías, Mom's here. Give it back.

What are you talking about?

- Give it back, idiot.
- Good morning, Mati.

Give your sister her pencil case back.

And hurry up, we're late to school.

- This young man's a handful.
- Grab your things, we're late.

- I'm ready.
- Okay.

Come here, sweetie.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi. Tell Gustavo to come visit.

He's forgotten about me for far too long.

Sure, I'll tell him.
But you know how teenagers are.

Yeah.

Anyway, he went on a trip yesterday.

- What? What trip?
- You didn't.

Yeah, he said he wanted to spend
a week with his friend in Córdoba.

That moron!

He told me he'd take me
to soccer on Saturday.

I'll drive you on Saturday.

- Okay, let's go.
- Shotgun!

- Mom, can the kids stay with you tonight?
- Again?

Yes.

What aren't you telling me?

Nothing like what you're imagining.

- Come on, tell me…
- Bye, Mom. Should I close the door?

No, leave it. I'll close it.

- Good morning, Juli.
- Morning, Andrea.

Hi, Andrea.

Bárbara.

- Hi, Bárbara.
- Are you okay?

- Yes, now I am.
- Mm.

You didn't show up, you didn't even call.

I know.
You have no idea what happened to me.

No. I'm sure it must have been
something very serious.

Yes.

I had to take my mother to the hospital.

- What happened to her?
- I don't know.

We still don't know
because they have to run a few tests.

But it was awful. Tomorrow, I won't…

I won't be able to work
because I have to go to her follow-up.

Of course.

Don't worry.
Everything's gonna be okay. Mm?

Take the time you need.

Tell me when he's getting out.

Listen, it's gonna be hard
to get him out before trial.

Don't beat around the bush, Emilio.
Give me a date.

If we're lucky, in eight or nine months.

What? Are you crazy?

I want him out now! Today!

Why the hell are you even a lawyer?

You can't even help me. For fuck's sake!

I'm sorry.

- I really am.
- It's okay.

Don't worry about it.

I'm getting used to
these outbursts of yours by now.

I'm desperate.

And I get it.

What did Gustavo tell you?

That he's freezing cold.

And that he's hungry.

I'm seeing him tomorrow.

Listen, Andrea.

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

but we have to consider them.

Is it possible that Gustavo was up
to something and you didn't know?

What are you saying?

Well… we need to think it through and…
consider all the options.

- He's my son.
- Yes.

Why wouldn't I know what he was up to?

- But…
- For fuck's sake!

- What are you asking, Emilio?
- Listen--

Do you realize what you're saying?
That's not an option!

What you're saying is not
a fucking option! Understand?

It's not an option!

Do you have a warmer one by any chance?

- This one is thin.
- Sure.

Don't you have one of those
that seals tighter on the sides?

You're that preppy kid's mom? The Chetito?

- The what?
- The Chetito.

- No, I don't know him.
- He's a guy from the hood.

Anyway, these seal really tight.
They're good for sauce too.

I supported Blumberg from the beginning.

I'll be at every march for justice
no matter who it's for.

You can count on that.

Hi, Andrea!

- Marian!
- How's it going?

Fine. What are you doing here?

I'm seeing a dentist nearby

and thought I would walk
around the old neighborhood.

Oh.

- Need a hand?
- No. I got it.

Thanks.

Remember,
I'm still helping out at the church.

How could I forget. You're a saint!

Helping others, right?

Well…

Maybe we should set
something up with the girls?

I'd love that, it's been ages
since we met for tea or something.

Okay. Great.

- Say hello to your mom for me.
- Sure thing. Thanks.

Next.

Next.

Please, put that here.

Leave it. Okay.

Next.

Put it here.

Here.

Hand me the other bag.

Uh…

This is too big.

- Too big.
- But it's a blanket.

We'll cut it.

Okay.

Next.

No. Hey, don't stick
the soap knife in the food.

You're new here, huh?

Here's your number.

Go that way, come on.

- Take off your coat.
- Next!

Lift your clothes up.

All of em, bra too.

- Take your pants off…
- Pull it down.

Pull your pants down.

Squat down.

Squat a little lower and spread your legs.

Squat lower.

Now cough.

Louder.

Next.

Next.

Excuse me, may I?

- No, it's taken.
- Sorry?

It's taken.

We're leaving.

Really! I'm gonna tell him
how the cops bullied me, just wait!

It's awful, they shouldn't have.

Everyone off. Be careful.

Let's go. Let's go.

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

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

Take a look around.

Baby!

Hi, baby.

I'm so happy to see you, baby.

I'm so happy to see you.

- Are you okay? Yeah?
- Don't cry, Mom.

- Okay, sorry. I'm sorry.
- Don't cry here.

I'm just so happy to see you.

- What did you bring me?
- Take a look!

Okay. Look!

I brought some home-cooked food.

You said… you said you were hungry.

Milanesas.

- Thanks.
- I brought you clothes.

And look. I brought you…

They're really cool.

They are cool.

I bought you new ones
because the other ones were all torn up.

Thanks.

I brought your… your jacket.

Emilio says we need to wait
for the judge to assign charges.

And when will that be?

I don't know.

We just need to be patient.

Get me out of here, Mom.

I will, sweetheart.
We're gonna make that happen.

I'm not gonna make it.

Yes, you are.

Look at me.

You will. You have to make it.

Do you hear me?

I don't know if I can.

Hey!

Honey, tell me, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

I can't take it anymore.

Okay, I'm right here.

You lied.
He's not on a trip with his friends.

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

This is terrible. How could you let
something like this happen?

What the hell could I have done?

The police came charging in, broke down
the door, and dragged him away.

- What could I have done?
- Taken better care of him.

Shut up! For fuck's sake, Mom!

No. Don't scream.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Are you okay?

I don't believe you.

Can't you see? She's lying to us.

- What? Are you insane?
- Why are you saying that?

He's dead.

What do you mean, dead?
He's not dead, Martina.

- Let go. He's dead like Dad!
- Martina, he's not dead.

- Don't say things that.
- No.

Your brother is in prison, but alive.
Do you understand?

He is alive. You have to believe me.

Hello?

This is a call
from a correctional facility.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, honey.

How are you? How did you sleep?

Better. A bit warmer thanks to you.

That's great.

I miss you, Gustavo.

- Come on.
- You have no idea.

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

I told them last night.

- You told them what?
- I told your siblings.

The fuck did you do that for, Mom?

- What did you want me to do? Lie to them?
- Yes!

Here. Talk.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is it?

- It's your brother.
- Hello?

Gus, is that you?

- There's no one there.
- Hi, buddy.

Hi.

How's my favorite little buddy?

I thought you were dead.

I am.

I'm a ghost, calling you from heaven.

Shut up, you're stupid.

Are you really in jail?

Yeah.

But I'm okay.

Don't you worry.

- I miss you.
- I miss you too.

Next.

Ticket and ID.

Oranges are not allowed.

- What do you mean?
- They're not allowed.

- Why aren't oranges allowed?
- They're just not.

No blue clothes.

- This isn't blue.
- You need to remove it still.

Ravioli are not allowed.

But they're cooked.
Why aren't they allowed?

- What the hell's your problem, asshole?
- What did you say?

- I'm asking why they're not allowed.
- What did you say?

Nothing, officer.

Come on, go that way. Next. Move.

Do I need to take this off as well?

Don't be a smart-ass.

- I'll bring them anyway.
- No.

- I said I don't want you to.
- But they want to visit.

Look around you.

They're your siblings.

- Don't make this harder for me.
- "Make this harder?"

You're kidding me.

- You think this is easy for them?
- I'm the one in jail.

We're all right in jail with you.

Stop it, Mom.

Why can't you understand that?

René!

Hey, aren't those your sneakers?

- That's how it is. It's fine.
- I'm sorry?

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

- Mom, don't.
- Hey, you!

- Hey!
- Mom, come back.

- Your son has my son's sneakers.
- Oh yeah? Get lost.

Your son stole my son's sneakers
and I want them back.

My son didn't steal shit.
What are you talking about?

- I'll rip your head off!
- What?

Like hell you will!

Stop!

Stop, stop, stop, ma'am!

Let go of me!

Stop, stop, stop!

Let go of me! Give them back!

You goddamn thief!

- Let go!
- Stop it! Look at me.

Look into my eyes and calm down.

Just breath.

- What do you think was gonna happen?
- Why did you do that?

Listen to your kid, he gets it. Listen…

You need to relax and stay calm.

Okay?

You'll make things worse, for him, yeah?

- Relax.
- It's okay, Mom.

Listen. Whenever they want to,

they can take away your visitor card
and keep you out for months.

- Is that what you want?
- No.

No, it isn't. So relax. It's alright.

It's alright. Just calm down.

There you go.

You need to leave, ma'am.
Do you understand?

- But…
- You need to leave right now.

- Do as he says. Come on.
- Go, Mom.

- Take your things and go.
- Trust me.

- Stay calm.
- Go.

Hey!

Where are you headed?

Want me to give you a ride?

Uh…

- Thanks for your help back there.
- Oh, it was nothing.

It's best not to get involved
with what happens in there.

You know?

Because they'll get in trouble.

And then so do we.

We have enough to deal with
on the outside, don't we?

He's just a little boy.
It kills me to leave him there.

He's little?

"He might be a kiddo,
but those balls ain't so little,"

as my grandma would say!

Little, my ass.

You're a funny one.

- Here. Right here is good.
- Okay.

Yeah. Okay.

Thanks again.

You saved me
an hour and a half on the bus.

Now I'll be home in no time.

I'm Andrea.

- And you?
- My name's Marta.

But they call me Twenty-Two.

- Twenty-Two?
- Yeah. My lucky number.

You should play it in the lottery today.
Who knows?

Maybe I brought you luck.

Take care.

Bye.

Mom.

- Mom, get up.
- Hmm.

We're super late to school.

- What time is it?
- Mom.

What time is it?

Mom, please.

- Mom.
- He didn't call.

Mom, it's super late already.

Why didn't he call me?

- Mom, please, if you want, I can…
- Shut up, Matías, let me think.

- But if you want, you can…
- Something happened to him.

- Martina, get up!
- Something's wrong.

- Hello?
- Hi, Emilio. Gustavo hasn't called.

Slow down, what do you mean,
he didn't call you?

Don't ask me to calm down!

He calls at seven every day
and today he didn't!

- Andrea, please…
- I really fucked up yesterday.

- Hang on.
- I'll kill myself.

If they did something because of me,
I'll kill myself.

Hold on. I'll find out and call you back.

Please find out, Emilio.

I'm sorry,
I need to know if my son is okay.

Good morning to you too.

Gustavo Marelo, ward number four.

- Today isn't a visiting day.
- I know it's not.

But my son didn't call,
I think something is wrong.

Nothing happened, he must be okay.

I'm telling you he calls me every day
and today he didn't! Please, find out.

I recommend you talk to your lawyer.

Tell me if my son is okay,
for fuck's sake!

Whoa! Watch your tone, ma'am!
My colleague has been clear with you.

This isn't a kindergarten.
Talk to your lawyer.

- Tell me my son is okay.
- Talk to your lawyer!

Yes?

This is a call
from a correctional facility.

- Hi, Andrea?
- This is she. Who is this?

I'm Alejo. You don't know me.

I'm in Ezeiza, with your son.

What's happened to my son?

Calm down.

Mr. Emilio asked me to call you
'cause he's my lawyer too.

But how's my son? Did something happen?

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

Thank you so much. Thank you.

- But why hasn't he called?
- Uh, he couldn't.

And he won't be able
to call you tomorrow either.

- But you'll see him on Sunday.
- But why can't he call me?

- Is he really okay?
- He is. I swear.

He just had a small inconvenience.

- A fight.
- Is he hurt? Did they hurt him?

Uh… nothing serious.
These things happen, ma'am.

But trust me.

I swear on my daughter. Your son is okay.

He's in confinement right now.

That's why he couldn't call you.

Take it easy, ma'am.

The technician says the problem is
with the engine being completely worn out.

No.

The problem isn't with the engine at all,
but with the signal.

The engine works perfectly. The signal--

- Why are you making this so hard?
- Ladies.

Can we take a breath?

We're all frustrated
that situation isn't resolved.

Excuse me, can't the administration
do something to put an end to this?

I've written down everything you said.

I think we'll need to call
the technician one more time.

But why didn't this work the first time?

Does he expect us to pay him again?

He just needs to check the engine

and confirm that the problem
is really coming from someplace else!

Hey! No, no, no!

That's for your brother.

- Please, Mom, just one? I'm hungry.
- Just, be patient.

We'll eat in a little while.

Why are you giving me that look?

- You know the deal.
- Fine…

Mom? What are you doing?

- Come on. Can't you see he's jealous?
- He knows better!

He has food, Gustavo doesn't.

Okay, I'll make one for Gustavo later.
Problem solved.

You don't visit.

He'd like to see you.

No, no.

Until the day he's released,
I'll be right here, waiting for him.

- Just do it for him.
- No way am I going to that place.

- No way? Are you serious?
- Yes.

I'm sorry, Mom.

- I'm sorry, I'm really tired.
- Come on, Andrea.

I know what you're going through, honey.
Really, I know.

But don't take it out on them.

- Okay?
- I'm not taking it out on anybody, Mom!

It's just that you're always
looking out for Gustavo.

- You're hard on them.
- This is the last thing I need.

- You barely pay attention to them!
- Enough!

That's enough!

After everything you put me through
as a kid, you're giving me shit?

I'm their mother!

Okay, alright. Forget it.

- Pretend I didn't say anything.
- But you did say it!

You said it! Goddamn it.

- Hi.
- Next.

Come on, next.

Have your IDs.

Hey.

- Come here.
- Thanks.

Sure.

- Come sit, Martina.
- Come on, sit, please.

Hm.

- Hey, Coca.
- What?

- Make room for the kid.
- No.

- It's fine.
- I don't want…

Thanks.

- Thanks.
- Of course, dear.

This is Martina. This is Twenty-Two.

Hi, Martina.

- You're pretty, aren't you?
- Thanks.

- Do you want a ride?
- As if I could refuse?

- What happened to you?
- You brought everyone.

Yes, they wanted to see you.

- Look at your eye.
- I'm okay. Don't worry.

Hello. Hi, buddy, how are you?

He's all bruised up.

- What happened in your eye?
- I'm fine.

- I'm glad you're here.
- Gustavo? What happened?

It's alright, Mom. Everything's settled.

Just don't bring me anything fancy.

So? What did you bring me?

- A bunch of things.
- Excuse me.

- Do you want to eat? I'm hungry.
- You asked to see me?

- I'm Alejo.
- Alejo.

Hi.

It's so nice to meet you.

Thank you so much for what you did.

You know each other?

When I hadn't heard from you,
I got desperate, he gave me a call.

Mr. Emilio is my lawyer too.

He asked me to check on you,
and that's why I called her. I'm Alejo.

We've talked before, right?

Yes.

I know who you are.

How's your eye doing?

Good.

I'm Gustavo.

This is Mati and this is Martu.
They're my siblings.

Hey-ey! Awesome!

So nice of you to come visit your brother.
How's it going?

There you go. Whoa!
You're hurting me, He-Man.

You're really strong. Let go.

Jeez!

Young lady, how are you?

Please be gentler than your brother.

How are you doing? Good?

- Happy to see this guy?
- Yeah.

It's okay, don't worry.
You're doing a great job.

I love your jacket. Are these clouds?

- No, sheep.
- Oh, they're sheep?

Well, great to meet you.

You've got some really strong kids,
you know.

Oh! We…

It's nothing, just…

Just a little something to say thank you
for what you did for us.

Oh, it's heavy.

- Oh, milanesas.
- Are you a vegetarian?

No.

No, not a chance.

Oh, these guys are gonna be so happy.

- I'll save some for them.
- My pleasure.

- You don't have a table?
- No.

- No, but we're fine here.
- Hold on, I'll figure something out.

- No, you don't have to.
- Relax.

Hey, excuse me.

- What's up?
- Sorry.

Look, I have visitors over there
that need a table.

Do you think we can
make some room for them?

- Cool, thanks.
- How's school?

Hey, boss.

- Make some room, please.
- How's Grandma?

Okay.

Thanks, dude.

- Sorry, are you using this chair?
- No.

Thanks.

Should I bring the pastries out?

Okay.

She took her meds and everything.

They let me bring in her medication
because Mom needs to take it.

Sometimes they don't allow it, and…

Your mother is exhausted.

Everything you need comes from us.

All of us are working as hard
as we can to provide for you.

So you have to be strong. Keep going.

I think so. This isn't what we agreed on.

You keep saying one thing
and then another.

I'm trying to be understanding here.

- You can get your hair done.
- No. Come on, stop it.

- If you're okay, I'm really okay, Ma.
- I know, honey. Thank you.

Alright? I love you.

The courts work very slowly,
but they'll give us a chance.

They said they will give you chance.

He asks about you every day, you know?
I don't know what to tell him.

How are you holding up?

I don't know, Mom.
I don't know, I'm trying.

I'm taking care of him, I'm working…

What's this? Why are you crying?

Dad, I can't skip school every day.

- I know, but you can come see me.
- I can't come here.

Two days, one day.

- She can't, here's what we'll do.
- One day. Listen…

I'll buy you a phone card,
and you can try calling your mother

so sometimes she can help me
pick Clarita up from school. Please.

I don't know if my mom
can take care of her

But I can't do this on my own.

- But she's old, you know she is.
- I have to work.

Why are you in here?

- Martu.
- What?

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

Hey, little miss questions.
Not now. Sorry.

It's okay.

I'll tell you what, Martu.

There are some things
we don't like to talk about.

But we can use our time together
to talk about nice things.

Like what you do for work?

- Huh?
- I don't work.

What grade are you in?

- Third grade.
- Third grade.

- That's good. And you?
- Seventh grade.

Seventh. Oh, you're a big boy!
Do you want a milanesa?

- Sure.
- Here.

Don't offer him food, he'll eat it all.

Don't tell me you're not eating?

Eat, come on. Eat, I insist!

Oh, you got a perm!

You're the only one who noticed!

- Who wants something stronger?
- I do! Even if I've put on weight.

You haven't!

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- I haven't seen them in over a year.
- So how you been, Andrea?

Tell us, how are the kids doing?

They're getting so big.
Guess what Martina said the other day?

She can't share a room with Matías anymore
'cause she needs privacy!

- She's eight years old!
- She's eight!

- They grow up so fast.
- Let's toast!

- Cheers!
- To the good old days!

- Cheers!
- Cheers! Bottoms up!

- No!
- No way! I'm driving.

- Mmm!
- And how's Gustavo doing?

He's fine. A bit lazy.
Yeah, but what are you gonna do?

It's the age!

They're all like that, right?

You know how it is with teenagers. I mean…

- How about you guys?
- Andrea.

- We know about it.
- Know what?

You can trust us.

- Really, we're here to help.
- Mhm.

Well, yeah…

You all know, so I'll confirm it.

Gustavo is in jail.

- But what is he accused of?
- Guys.

I'm sorry,
but I don't want to talk about this.

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

raising your kids by yourself,
without the help of a father.

I can't imagine how hard it is
to go through something like this.

Why don't you want to tell us?

- Is this why you asked me here?
- Of course not.

No, Andrea, no.

Mari just told us you ran into each other,
and then we all heard the news, so…

None of you called to ask how I was doing.

- None of you called me.
- Andrea, that's not important.

Tell us how you're doing.

We think it would be good to hear,
right, guys?

Yeah, yeah.

- Absolutely.
- Why?

Sorry, but this feels
like an interrogation.

- No, Andrea, please, it's not like that.
- No.

Andrea, we want to help. Look.

We did a fundraiser
with a lot of moms from school

who are just shocked
about what happened to you.

- From school?
- Yes.

What?

What do you mean, fundraiser, what do you…

This is the list of all the girls
who participated

and how much each of them gave you.

Who the hell do you think you guys are?

How dare you talk about my son's situation
without calling me first?

- This isn't easy for us either, you know?
- What isn't?

- This, Andrea.
- You're talking about me.

Me.

Do you really believe
this could never happen to you?

Hello.

This is a call
from a correctional facility.

Hi, Andrea. It's Alejo.

Alejo? What happened to Gustavo?

No, nothing happened.
Don't worry, everything's okay.

Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.

Wow, you sure are jumpy, aren't you?

What do you expect?
I'm prepared for the worst.

I'm just calling because I wanted to talk.

To talk?

Yeah.

To talk.

You have a daughter, right?

Yeah, how did you know?

You swore on her life the other day.

Oh. Yeah, that's right. Yes.

She's twelve.

- What's her name?
- Yamila.

- Do you see her often?
- No.

I haven't seen her in over ten years.

Really?

Why, her mom won't let you?

Her grandma. Her mom died a long time ago.

Did you kill her?

No, no. Wait.

Wait, no. No, no, no.

She died from the life we were living.

We loved each other very much,
but we got hooked on drugs and all that…

I made it out, but she didn't.

Hmmm…

I'm so sorry.

No, no, relax.

I'm not a killer.

Only a thief. By trade, okay?

Thank God.

Yeah, thank God.

How do they know it's him?
You can't see a damn thing.

Watch it again.

Pause it.

You can't see a damn thing.

- Nothing.
- It's weird, yeah.

The thing is,
it wouldn't hold up as evidence

if all they had was a statement,

but the prosecutor is relying on a police
lineup where Gustavo was identified.

Listen, one of the witnesses
who picked him out

claimed that he was
the one driving the car.

This is what he says.

"Eusebio Elías Santillán's crew
was made up of Florencio Jiménez…"

Yadda, yadda, yadda…

Here it is.

"The young man driving the car is
Gustavo Marelo, AKA 'The Chetito'…"

- What?
- "…who was in the car with…"

These ones last longer and

the color won't fade as soon.

How much?

I can do a three-for-two deal
if you're interested.

- Well, okay, I'll think about it.
- Sure, great.

- Hi there, hello again.
- Hi. Good afternoon.

Do you remember me?

Yeah, maybe.

Last time I came in,
you asked if I was Chetito's mother.

I'm looking for Santillán.

I don't know any Santillán.

I know you do.

I need to talk to him.
Tell me where I can find him.

- What's your name again?
- Andrea.

Look, Andrea.

Word of advice, That's not someone
you wanna go around asking about.

Tell me where I can find him.

Hello.

Can you tell me where Carlos is?

He's by the window.

Carlos.

I'm Chetito's mother.

I'm looking for Santillán.

It's about my son.

What for?

Because of him, my son is in jail.

I need to talk to him.

Take a seat.

Wait here.

Give me the phone.

It's Chetito's mom.

She wants to talk.

Follow me.

Come.

What are you waiting for?

I told you to come.

Come on.

Get in.

I told you to get in.

- Where are you taking me?
- Lower your head.

- Why?
- Lower your fucking head!

What's going on? Where are we going?

Why the hell
are you looking for Santillán?

I told you I need to talk about my son.

You're going to keep your head down
and your mouth shut.

Don't hurt me! I have three children!

Shut the fuck up, bitch!

Keep your head down.

- Do you hear me? We're watching you.
- Mm-hm

Don't look at me.

Why do you want to talk to me?

My son has gotten caught
up in something you did.

And I know he is innocent.

So I don't care how you do it,
I want him out.

Lady.

Chetito is a good kid…
You can tell he has a good family.

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

Let's play nice. It's better for you.

I can tell you're a good mother.

- So don't worry, I'll handle it.
- No, you don't handle my son!

Lady.

I'll only say this one time.

So listen close.

Are you listening?

We can't get anywhere
if you act like that.

You need to be patient.

Your son understands how this works.

So you need to trust him, just like we do.

He's behaving himself.

So don't worry, he'll be fine.

What are you saying to me?

Your son will get another chance.

But we need to finish what we started.

- You'll never see my son again.
- Lady!

We need to finish what we started.

Did you hear me? Now, get out.

- What?
- Out of the car.

- Get him out.
- Out of the car!

I'll die if you don't
get him out of there.

Okay.

Hi, Andrea. This is Bárbara.

I don't know what happened to you,

but you've been absent
without notice too many times,

you don't answer the phone,
you've missed several client appointments.

I can't cover for you anymore.

I don't know if what you told me
about your mom is true or not,

but I'm really sorry.

This message is to inform you

that you should be receiving
your termination letter tomorrow.

Best of luck to you, Goodbye.

Andrea, maybe we can avoid the trial

if Gustavo has information on Santillán.

We still have a month to come up
with a strategy before the trial.

I'll keep you posted.

You have one more chance
to tell me the truth.

What do you mean?

Stop lying, Gustavo.

Tell me why the fuck you're in here.

- I don't know what you want me to say.
- I want the truth.

- You already know the truth.
- Enough of the lies.

I met Santillán yesterday.

"Chetito."

You piece of shit!

Rot here alone if that's what you want!

You're right to be pissed.

And I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart,
but stay out of it.

Who are you?

Who are you, Gustavo?

I love you, Mom.

No, don't go.

Open the door.

Happy birthday to you

- Happy birthday, Lautaro
- Please, can you open the door?

Happy birthday to you

Do you want to make a wish?

Blow them out. Yay!

Hey, don't feel down.

Come home with me, don't be alone.

I can't. I have to go see the kids.

I know how that goes.

You get back home,

and the depression sinks in.

It's happened to me so many times.

My dad was in prison.

And my ex.

And now my son.

Quite a résumé I've got, huh?

Come with me, lend me a hand.

Can she come to your birthday? Huh?

You see? It'll do you good.

- You think?
- It'll be good for all of us.

Is it in my right hand? Or my left?

Which one? Let's see it.

Give it up for Lautaro! Yay, Lauti!

I'll blow it out.

And now, let's give it up for you.

- I can't, I'm driving.
- Who cares.

Cheers. Drink up.

That's it.

Yay!

Okay, here you go.

Come and get a piece.

Listen to me, girl. Listen.

Pain is one thing, okay?
Nothing you can do about it.

That's just how it is.

But suffering…

suffering is a choice.

- That's a good one.
- You'd hope!

It's the mantra of my life.

Cheers, yeah?

Drink up.

Sandro!

I love him. See? He gets it how it is!

Yeah.

…that I would never cry

And at times
I cheated in order to win

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

And now you see
I'm still here, laughing

Hey! In the end
Life goes on either way

Hey! In the end
Life goes on either way

Hey! In the end
Life goes on either way

Hey! In the end
Life goes on either way

- Coming back to life?
- What happened?

You danced your ass off.

- I don't remember a thing.
- Well, you were also drunk.

You were so happy.

You have such nice teeth
when you laugh, girl.

Let me see them one more time.

I danced a lot, huh?

I have a killer headache.

Yeah, well, you puked
all over yourself too.

But I washed everything up
and it'll be dry in no time.

Oh god, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.
Come on, girl, it's no big deal.

It's nothing.
We all hit rock bottom at some point. Sit.

Join the club.

- Mate?
- Hell no.

- Water, then?
- Okay.

Yeah.

Some water for the hangover.

Coming right up.

Here you go.

What are you doing?

- We have to get in.
- No!

No, wait. Knock here.

The light is on.

Hi, good evening.
Sorry for coming in like this.

Are you Vanina?

Who are you?

Hi. Nice to meet you.

We actually wanted to talk to you
about your granddaughter, Yamila.

We wanted to help her in case
she wanted to see her father.

- Is he still in jail?
- Yes.

That's precisely why we came here tonight,
so the child can visit her father in jail.

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

We came on our own initiative.

- Mm.
- We wanted to surprise him.

My granddaughter is nobody's surprise.

No, ma'am, wait,
I think you misunderstood me.

- I'm sorry.
- Drop it.

- She didn't understand.
- Don't push it.

Hang on. Ma'am, hello? I'm sorry…

Twenty-Two.

What are you doing?

Ma'am, I've very sorry
if I haven't been clear.

it's just that all of us are
going through the same thing.

I understand you're upset,
and you have every right to be.

But I also believe that the same thing
is true inside of jail and outside.

That we all need to see our families.

Go away. We want nothing to do with him.

- Grandma, I'm going.
- Where are you going?

- To see my dad.
- The girl is there.

- Where?
- They're talking about Dad.

- She's coming.
- No, I have to go.

You're too young for adult matters.

Grandma, get off my back.

He's not your dad, he's mine.
Stop it, Grandma.

Yami, hi.

How are you?
I'm Andrea. This is Twenty-Two.

- Hey.
- How's it going?

- You know my dad?
- Yes.

Lucky you. I can't even remember him.

Would you like to pay him a visit?

Over my dead body!

Grandma, not now, that's enough!

- He wants to see me?
- Of course.

- He talks about you all day long.
- He's a liar.

He doesn't even know me.
He has no idea who I am.

Well…

He wonders about
what your hair looks like, you know?

About what you're like.

Or, I dunno, if you'll ever feel ready
to call him dad again.

- Things like that.
- Oh, so he's an idiot.

- Hey.
- Hello.

Hi, Yami. I'm Alejo.

Do you remember me?

Hi, Mom.

Take your things. Give me the empties.

Are you still upset?

Thanks, Mom.

- Tell the kids I love them.
- Sure.

Visiting hours are over.
Return to your cells.

Bye, Yami.

Andrea!

Hey, thank you so much for what you did.
Words can't describe how I feel.

After everything you've done for me,
this is the least I could do.

No, this is the most you could do.
How'd it go with you?

I'm still pretty upset.

He's a mess too, you know.

Okay, tell me one thing.

What is it that's bothering you?
That he lied to you, or that he's a thief?

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

- I'm here 'cause I'm 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 you go! Why not forgive him?

Come on, visiting hours are over.

Time's up.

He's taking care of you.
He cares for you, you care for him.

That's how it works.

Well, thanks.

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

That's when my struggle began.

I slept on a bench outside.
They have this concrete bench there.

I stayed because I had to,
because he needed some things.

I remember that around six
in the evening some girls passed by

while buying groceries and asked me,
"What are you doing here, ma'am?"

And I just told them,
"I don't know anyone, okay?"

"Where am I supposed to go?"

And they told me, "No, come with us."

They made a big stew,
and it was the best meal I've ever had.

It was so cold that day.

I don't talk to anyone.

- Why not?
- Yeah, I don't.

I guess I'm very angry
that I have to keep going to jail.

I no longer think… there's any justice.

To me, it doesn't exist.

That day, we got caught
in a terrible storm.

It was four in the morning
and I didn't know where to run.

I went to pick up a number,
walked into the shelter,

and all the families were lying
on the floor, completely soaked.

I was dragging my bag along because

I had brought so much food and supplies,

So, me and my husband took a blanket
and made a little bed for our daughter,

and she slept there
through the whole entire visit.

They want to decide

whether you get to have a relationship
with your family or not,

whether you have that right or not.

And you are left with a feeling of guilt,
wondering, "Did I do the right thing?"

I mean, it's a double sentence,
having a loved one in jail,

and having to go through
the searches and the visits.

Excuse me, I want to tell you…

thanks for what you did.

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

Sure, honey, sure.

It felt good to see my dad.

Now he has a face.

You know what I mean?

Of course, kiddo.
It felt good for him as well.

- Really?
- Yeah.

What do I know?

Thank you, ladies.

Thank you so much for doing this.

While we were talking
and I was listening to your stories,

I remembered this one time somebody asked
what prison took from you.

And wow, what a question, right?

I'm sure each of you here has a…

…has a different answer to that question.

And I would answer that…

that for me,
prison has taken away half my life.

Some days, I wake up and say,

"Come on, we got this."

"We have to pull ourselves
together today."

It's okay.
I have to be Damián's rock in there.

And Fausto's too,
'cause he's just a little kid,

and deserves a mom
who isn't crying all the time.

But sometimes it's just so damn hard.

Hello.

This is a call
from a correctional facility.

Hi, Andrea. It's Alejo.

Hi, Alejo, I know it's you.

- How's Gustavo?
- He's fine.

Too scared to call you.

- He's a first-class dumbass.
- Uh-huh.

Are you there?

Yes… yes, I'm here.

I guess we don't have a lot to say.

I would if I had the courage.

I'd say a lot.

You don't have the courage?
You're kidding me?

No, I'm serious.

I dunno, when it's silly things,
the words come easy, but…

when it comes to my feelings…

I'm the same way.

But I like it.

You like what?

Knowing you're there.

Can we stay like this for a while?

Thanks, Mom.

- Good morning.
- Hi.

How are you? Come in.

Wow, what a big living room, babe!

Yes.

It's a very beautiful,
very spacious house. Very bright, too.

The wood is excellent quality.

We built it ourselves.

That's right, me and my husband there.

The cabinets are made of the same wood.

Back here, there's a bedroom,
a bathroom, a patio.

We changed the floors recently,
so they're practically new.

Let's get these packed, hurry up.
We can always arrange them later.

- What are you waiting for?
- It's too heavy!

- My poor back.
- Or you can…

- What are you doing?
- These are delicious.

- Take one at a time.
- I think we're in good shape

You can keep that. Thanks.

- Let's see here.
- It's cool.

How do I get this off?

- A little more.
- Alright

- Careful with that.
- Go.

- Watch your step.
- Okay, stop. Push it.

- There.
- Like that?

Careful with the upholstery.

- Good luck!
- Does it fit or not?

- It fits.
- Here we go.

- Okay.
- Lift it.

Let's go.

- Careful.
- Almost…

Careful with my mother's hardwood floors,
or she'll kill me.

There, there. Well done. We did it!

- Where's the kettle?
- We're just looking.

Look at those decorations, how pretty.

- We're coming.
- Andrea, where's the kettle?

Come, let's have some mate.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- I brought you some pie.
- Oh.

Thank you.

I sincerely apologize.
This wasn't the plan.

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

You talk to him
and see if we can sort this out now.

And don't waste any more of my time, okay?

Okay. Give me ten minutes.

- What happened?
- He won't take the deal.

What do you mean?

You have nothing to say?

Why won't you sign the deal?

Don't you realize if you sign it,

they'll go after Santillán
and we can avoid the trial?

You don't get it at all, Mom.

What don't I get?

Gustavo, please, we won't get
an opportunity like this again.

I said I'm handling it my own way.

I'm ready to go back now.

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

For god's sake, just sign it
so we can put this nightmare behind us!

Stop busting my balls, Mom.

For the last time, this is my way.

I don't know what else to fucking say.

I'm ready.

Was anyone here today working with you?

I request that the record show that
Mr. Sebastián Paredes raised his hand.

Tell me, do you know Gustavo Marelo?

Chetito. He's just a scapegoat.

He never knew what we were up to.

He would drive us around like a cab.
Took us here, waited there.

Just like a cab.

A cab. That's a good one.

He was in the crew. You can't deny that.

We have video footage that proves it.

I'm telling you,
he only drove us, that's all.

He never knew what we were up to.
He's a scapegoat.

You stated
that Gustavo Marelo didn't take part

in the actions you committed.

Do you mean to say he never had
any idea what you were doing?

Hell no.

He'd be one more guy
to split the money with.

Now, if you'll pardon my language sir,

he would've shat himself.

No way we were going
to trust some clueless kid

and put the whole crew at risk.

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

Who?

I'm asking if you know
Eusebio Elías Santillán.

No, I've never heard of him.

You never saw any suspicious behavior
when they got in the car?

No… not at all.

They were always in a hurry,

but I never thought
they were running away at all.

No idea.

That's why I never understood
why I was the one who was arrested.

Mr. Marelo,

do you know a man

by the name of Eusebio Elías Santillán?

No.

I've never heard of him.

After deliberation,
the court rules as follows:

First,

to sentence Florencio Jiménez,
alias "Beast,"

whose remaining personal details
are recorded in the case file,

sentenced to seven years in prison,
plus legal accessories and costs,

for co-perpetrating
aggravated robbery with a weapon

in a populated area and as part of a gang.

Second,

to sentence Sebastián Montes,
alias "Thug," and Ignacio Matildo Pérez,

whose remaining personal details
are recorded in the case file,

to five years in prison,
plus legal accessories and costs,

for co-perpetrating
aggravated robbery with a weapon

in a populated area and as part of a gang.

Third,

to sentence Gustavo Marelo,

alias '"Chetito,"

whose remaining personal details
are recorded in the case file,

to two years of suspended imprisonment
and costs for being a secondary accomplice

in the crime of aggravated robbery

in a populated area and as part of a gang.

Forgive me, members of the court,

given that your ruling specifies
a suspended sentence for my client,

who has no prior criminal record,

may I request that you send him home.

Everything seems to be in order.

Do you have any objections?

I understand.

Any objections?

We'll get it ready.

It is our opinion
the defense counsel is correct,

the court hereby orders
the immediate release of Gustavo Marelo,

effective from close of these proceedings.

Let it be recorded in the minutes,
Madam Clerk.

That is all.

- Gustavo. You can go home now.
- Thank you.

It's over!

- It's over, baby.
- It's over.

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

It's over.

- I missed you.
- I missed you too.

Hi, Gus!

- Hi.
- Hi!

Buddy. My little champ.

- How are you?
- Good.

Hello?

This is a call
from a correctional facility.

Hi.

Hello, Ale, did you hear?

Of course, that's why I'm calling.

Congratulations to you all.

Thank you.

And thank you so much
for what you've done for him.

No, don't thank me.

And after everything
you've given back to me, I'm in your debt.

Don't be silly.

Andrea, look, I'm calling to say goodbye.

What?

Yes, you shouldn't come back here.

It's better this way, trust me.

You need to let this go.

Besides,
you have a life to get back to, right?

Let what go? I don't get it.

I'm setting you free.

Alright?

And thank you so much
for what you've done with my daughter.

I hope you all have a wonderful life. Bye.

Wait, wait!

- This is delicious, Mom.
- Best I ever had.

Next time, Andrea is cooking.

I think Gustavo should cook

to thank us
for all the food we brought him.

You know how it is.

If you don't know anything,
you're going to tell me?

One says goodbye

Inperceptibly

To small things

The same way as a tree

In autumn

Runs out of leaves

In the end, the sadness

Is the slow death

Of the simple things

Those simple things

That keep hurting

In your heart…

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

IN 2019, ALEJO WAS RELEASED.
THEY ARE STILL TOGETHER TO THIS DAY.

ANDREA CONTINUED FIGHTING FOR THE RIGHTS
OF FAMILIES OF PEOPLE DEPRIVED OF LIBERTY.

WITH CLAUDIA CESARONI AND OTHER WOMEN,
SHE FOUNDED THE ORGANIZATION OF FAMILIES

OF DETAINEES IN ARGENTINA AND COLLABORATED
IN FORMING THE LATIN AMERICAN NETWORK.

FAMILIES OF THE DETAINED

AS OF DECEMBER 2024, ANDREA
IS A LATIN AMERICAN REPRESENTATIVE

ON THE UN SUBCOMMITTEE
ON THE PREVENTION OF TORTURE.

FOR DRAMATIC PURPOSES,
GUSTAVO IS CONVICTED IN THIS FILM.

IN THE REAL EVENTS,
ANDREA CASAMENTO'S SON WAS FOUND INNOCENT.

THE WOMEN IN THE LINE SHOWN IN THE FILM
ARE THE WOMEN FROM THE REAL-LIFE LINE.

For that, boy, don't leave now

Dreaming for the return

Because love is simple

And the simple things

Are devoured by time

Because love is simple

And the simple things

Are devoured by time

Pain is one thing, okay?
Nothing you can do about it.

That's just how it is.

But suffering…

suffering is a choice.

- That's a good one.
- Yeah, I hope.

It's the mantra of my life.

Cheers, yeah?