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Listen carefully.

Can you hear it?

The noises are always present.

Even when it's dark.

You can hear the rattling noise of the cars on the street.

Honking their horns.

The music that flows.

Through all the spaces.

Or the TV set that is turned up too loud.

Even if you can't see anything.

You can hear the screams.

It's impossible to ignore the air getting choked out

of their vocal cords.

A scream in the middle of the night.

Is like a dagger piercing too deep into your side.

Nova Cordoba is a.

City within another city.

From high above, it looks like an arrow that points not to the

north, but to where the sun sets.

It's like a tricky compass.

Nothing is ever what it seems.

In this no man's land.

The sun rises in Sarmiento Park as if trying to wake up the

Green giant that gives life to the whole neighborhood.

It sets in the mountains.

A picture perfect postcard.

The buildings rise high into the sky.

Looking for the sun.

Just like trees.

But the truth is, they're just brick blocks in plain sight.

Incubators, which thousands of

students project their dreams onto.

Who is it?

Cool. I'm coming.

Oh. Hi, sweetie.

You look gorgeous.

I love the look.

- I love it. - So do you.

Thank you.

Tell me, what's the plan for tonight?

Well, let's go grab a drink and see what happens.

Oh, great, I love it.

Maybe I shouldn't, I got an exam tomorrow.

Hey, sexy.

- Hey, you - Look at those legs.

Hey, hey, look over here, ladies.

Hey, don't be so mean.

Look at me.

Yeah. Look here.

Look at me, bitch.

[Upbeat music]

Quiet!

Keep walking and stay quiet.

Keep your mouth shut.

Don't look at me, you bitch!

Don't look at me or I'll kill you!

You hear me?

I'll fucking kill you and your friend.

Got it?

Round the corner.

Give me all you've got and I'll let you go.

Don't cry.

Shut up, don't cry.

Nothing will happen to you.

Don't turn around.

Don't look at me or I'll cut you, bitch!

Drop your hair down.

Put it to your left side.

Now.

Hold me like you're my girlfriend.

Let's go see if Gustavo's at home.

Do you remember, Gustavo?

Gustavo, our friend from the gym remember him?

Maybe we should go on Saturday.

Molina, hurry up. I have an exam tomorrow.

I'm coming.

Stay calm.

Do what I tell you or I'll blow

your heads off all three of you.

Don't look at me. Eyes up front.

Straight ahead.

Hold me like you're my girlfriend.

Don't even think about running.

Don't scream or fight me because I'll kill all fucking

three of you.

You hear me?

I have no problem pulling the trigger.

Keep walking if you want to see your families again.

Mile?

What's your name?

Melina.

What street is this?

It's Yrigoyen avenue.

And what's that way?

Espana Square.

What's your name?

Anna.

How old are you?

20.

When are your parents do?

My dad's a doctor.

What are you studying?

Social communication.

Be a good girl and nothing will happen to you.

You won't get away, so don't even try.

If you misbehave, I'll cut you into pieces.

I need to lose the cops.

And you're going to help me.

What do you tell the cops if they stop us?

That I'm your girlfriend.

Please don't hurt me.

Why would I hurt you?

As long as you're good, why would I hurt you?

Just relax.

If I wanted to hurt you, I would have dragged you to

Sarmiento Park.

My name is Gustavo.

I'm not a bad guy, but the cops are after me.

And I need your help to get away.

- Got any cash. - 10 pesos.

You can take whatever you want.

Just don't hurt me please.

No. You can keep the money.

Don't worry.

You'll need it for the taxi back home.

I need to get to the bus station.

Then I'll let you go.

Do you know where it is?

It's nearby.

We're close.

We have to go left.

What neighborhood is this?

Nova Cordoba.

And is the bus station far?

No, I said we're almost there.

You have to go down one block.

Oh, and where is that?

I swear it's close.

I heard you relax. Be quiet.

I told you to keep quiet.

Stay calm.

I just need to get the cops off my back.

This is what we're going to do at the next street.

We're going to turn right.

No, that's the wrong way.

Are you sure about that?

Yes. I swear that.

I told you to relax.

We're going to go, right?

Because I need to throw them off, that's all.

Just a little more, and I'll let you go.

One more block and it's over.

Your friends ever been fucked before?

- Talk. - No.

You ever been fucked before?

I'm a virgin.

You think your friends want me to fuck them?

You want me to fuck you hard, don't you?

Ladies. Hey, girls.

Want a ride home?

Don't worry about it. They're with me. Okay?

There is enough of them to share.

I said they're fine.

Get the fuck out of here!

Fuck off!

Get in there!

Get in there!

He stole for a living.

Forget what his family told you.

He was a thief.

But not just any thief.

He was a master.

It was impressive to watch.

He was in control the whole time.

He didn't even need his gun.

He could read a situation in a split second as soon as he

walked in.

He knew exactly where everyone was.

He lifted his shirt so they'd know he was carrying a gun on

his waist.

He was so confident that people knew he was in charge.

His tagline was stay calm and nothing will happen to you.

He isolated them, took them somewhere quieter.

When the victims calmed down, he'd grab the last person in

line and beat them up.

Give him a few punches just so he could scare the rest.

He didn't care if it was a man or a woman.

The only thing that mattered was that everyone knew who was

in charge.

I assure you, everyone got the message.

It's weird, isn't it?

It sounds like some bullshit to me.

The girls probably wanted to get fucked, and then they made

that accusation.

Honestly, I'm sure that guy's a cop.

There is no other way.

It's impossible.

You know, they stopped me.

It was the third time in ten days.

Who are those assholes think I am?

They think that I'll let them catch me.

Why don't they catch that motherfucking rapist?

They need to get off our backs and worry about the real sicko.

You know what?

I think you're the rapist, old man.

No one knows.

Nueva court doorbell like you.

Are you still getting distracted by young girls on

the streets instead of taking cars?

Yeah. You're right, you know, you're right.

I'm the crazy serial rapist.

I'm going around fucking young girls.

So what?

You're full of shit.

You need to stop drinking, kid.

Oh, get off my ass!

It's been a long week, okay.

[Police siren]

Cops.

What now?

What is it?

They're coming.

Guess it's your fourth time.

- Evening. - Hey.

What's up?

That's none of your fucking business.

Come on.

Against the wall.

Put your ID up on the hood.

You search the other one.

Got it?

Turn around.

Right. Come with me.

For what?

We have your arrest warrant.

You have it on you.

There is a warrant out for your arrest for car theft.

Come on, let's go.

But do you have the warrant with you right now?

Come on.

We're done here.

Move, move! Hurry up!

We'll be back with your warrant.

A satyr.

That's the word that Mariella's mom used.

A satyr will come and take you in the dark of the night.

But as a little girl, Mariella wasn't scared of the satyr.

She found it funny.

She pictured the little pot bellied man with hooves and

horns and laughed.

She could never have guessed that the satyr could rip her

childhood away from her forever.

I just want to see if he got any cash.

Huh?

You got a really nice ass, don't you?

Lie down on the floor.

Hands behind your neck and stay right there.

[Crying]

Take it off.

I said take off your panties now or I'll kill you!

Take off your panties now.

Shut the fuck up.

Your friend can't help you.

I'm gonna fuck her next.

No one can save you.

No one.

I want that back later.

He lived with his wife and me.

With both of us.

Two days at her place and then two days with me.

In the mornings.

He went to work downtown.

He went by his wife's house to take the kids to school.

Then later he'd come back and take my kids to school too.

At night.

He came over to shower.

Then we'd sleep together.

It was weird.

It was like he was scared of what she would do to him if she

found out.

We're out of sugar.

And you want to know something else?

Can you pick some up?

I can't count how many times I went to the kitchen and the

sugar was missing.

Or the tea.

He stole them to take to her.

[Music playing on the record player]

Come on! Go down! Move!

Now take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.

Get naked now!

[Crying]

Hurry up!

Take off your clothes or I'll blow your brains out!

Do you hear me?

I'll kill you!

I'm not fucking around.

Take your clothes off now!

Take them off!

Take it off!

That's it.

On your knees.

Heads down!

Do it!

Now you're going to suck my cock one by one.

You got it?

Good.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at my face, or I'll kill your friends.

Understand?

[Grunting]

You come here.

Now it's your turn.

Come on.

Melina looked for a path that would get her.

Out of the park.

At the exit, she came across a sculpture.

She was faced with a sculpture

of a woman trying to escape her abductor.

What a cruel twist of fate.

All this time, she's been a few feet away from a statue

depicting the rape of the Sabine Woman.

According to the myth, back in

early Rome, there were too few women.

To solve this problem, Romulo put together a plan.

He organized some games and invited the neighboring towns.

And when the show began, each Roman man kidnapped a woman.

Years later, the Sabines and the Latins fought each other on

the battlefield.

The Sabine women stood between the fighting soldiers.

They were the ones who had the most to lose.

If the Sabines won, the women would lose their children, and

if the Latins won, they'd have to mourn the deaths of their

parents and brothers.

[Heavy breathing]

Please help us.

My friends are back there.

Please wait.

Mila, Mila!

Please, wait! Stop! Slow down!

Melina. Angelica.

Angelica. Angelica.

Get in back.

[Crying]

And did you do anything to encourage him in any way?

- No. - All right.

I need to confirm the details.

You're saying he forced you to take off your clothes?

Then the perpetrator ejaculated inside the other victim's mouth

and made her swallow his semen.

Then he demanded that all three of you turn around while he

dressed himself.

While he was doing this, he was still groping one of you.

The perpetrator then proceeded to get undressed again and

ordered one of the victims to sit on his knees for him to

penetrate her.

But the victim refused to do it.

The victim pleaded with him not to.

He proceeded to force her to perform oral sex on him.

He ejaculated again inside both women's mouths.

Did he penetrate you?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

All right.

I need to ask you to spread your legs.

Can you open your labia with your fingers, please?

We need to check for anal penetration.

Please stand.

Please spread your glutes and relax your anus.

Bend over.

You may feel some slight discomfort.

Please open your mouth.

We are going to take a saliva sample.

We need to analyze the sample to see if we can find any

traces of semen.

Next we'll test you for HIV and other venereal diseases.

Due to the time window, we

can't guarantee accurate results.

We'll send these samples immediately.

I went to Rio Cuarto because I felt like the loneliest person

in the world.

He asked me about my hometown, about the neighborhood we were

in, and if we were far from the bus station.

I fought and screamed.

For a while, but my back was always turned away from him.

Did your daughter see his face or anything that she could use

to identify him?

No. She could only make out his voice.

She couldn't see his face clearly.

Walls around the university are plastered with composite

sketches of the serial rapist.

We're scared to go out alone, or even in groups, because we

know that he can attack at any time.

The rapist is armed with a gun.

He threatens to shoot the

victims and takes them to a park.

Before the news got out.

Uh, we went out, wear nice clothes, makeup, and walked to

wherever we needed to go.

But not anymore.

If I need to go somewhere at night, I take a taxi, even if

it's two blocks away.

The truth is that out of the 12 samples of semen that were

investigated by the police department, eight belonged to

the same person.

We have determined the same modus operandi.

The same physical description.

And the DNA samples taken also

match with one single serial rapist.

Go over there.

Listen to me. Don't scream.

Nobody can hear you in here.

I'm going to search you.

If you're not carrying the money,

I'm going to cut you into pieces.

Understand.

Understand? Look.

I'm going to cut your face with this knife.

Spread your legs.

I said spread them.

Spread your legs so I can search you.

Relax. I'm just gonna rub one

out while you keep your clothes on.

Shut up or I'll cut you.

Open up!

No! Shut your mouth and relax.

I'm just gonna rub on you with my clothes on.

You weren't gonna do anything to me.

Stop crying.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

I said stop crying.

Stop!

Stupid fucking whore!

Fucking cunt.

Now you've pissed me off.

Take off your clothes.

Take off your shirt and cover your face with it.

Do it now.

Take your pants off.

Take off your jeans or you're dead.

What a pretty last he got there.

Take off your panties.

Take your panties off or I'll fucking kill you!

Take it off!

Hurry.

I'm just gonna have a little fun with you, okay?

- No, no! - Don't move.

- There. - No stop!

[Crying]

Put your hands down!

Stop trying to fight it.

I'll fuck your ass.

Relax.

[Crying]

On your knees.

On your knees.

Now.

Lift your head.

I want to see that pretty face.

But don't look at me or I'll kill you.

Going to suck my cock.

Suck it,

suck it hard.

Listen to me, bitch.

Don't bother going to the cops for help.

They'll just laugh at you.

They'll laugh because you let me fuck you in the ass.

They'll want a peek too.

Did you hear me?

Don't tell anyone about this or I'll find you again.

It's your fault really.

You shouldn't have shown off that tight ass.

[Crying]

[Keyboard typing]

Many young people across the city have already received the

email that one of the serial rapist victims wrote, and that

email continues to be spread around the country as a warning

to other women.

As of now, it's the only way for them to defend themselves

against the sexual predator.

I decided that if the police weren't going to alert people

about the serial rapist that was walking free on the

streets, then I'd do it myself.

So I sent the email so other girls knew the guy was arrogant

and acted like the cops won't catch him.

He thinks he's untouchable.

All of us around.

Here know about the area where the girl said she was attacked.

I asked a male friend to get me some pepper spray or something.

Because we can't carry weapons.

It's important for us to know how he abducts the girls and

where he takes them so we can be ready.

We can't rely on the police.

I'm glad I got it.

Thanks to that chain email, I

carry a whistle everywhere I go.

300 students marched towards the government office.

They requested more police security and demanded that the

serial rapist being arrested immediately.

It's unbelievable that the police haven't caught him yet.

It's pathetic.

They should be ashamed of themselves.

There's no way the police

didn't know he's attacked girls everywhere.

He acts like he's invincible.

Every week there's another victim, another assault.

[Sirens and whistles]

Many of the young women here today commented that the police

force are reducing their evening patrols.

Do you agree with that?

Yes. It's true. They have.

They want to ignore what's happening.

They want us to forget about

it, to pretend it's not happening.

But we can't forget about it.

We can't make it go away

because we're the ones being attacked.

Do you think the government's doing anything about this?

No. The government and the police aren't doing anything.

The only thing they're trying to do is cover up the issue.

This guy is still free.

He's walking on the streets and raping women.

[Crying]

- Shut up. - Get off of me!

Shut up!

No!

Shut your mouth!

Quiet!

Stop struggling!

Shut up!

No!

Come on!

- No! - Shut up!

Stay still.

Don't move.

Get back here.

From the years 1999 to 2002, there were no attacks that

matched the serial rapist's ways.

This is called a window period.

When we took on the case, we made a list of suspects based

on the evidence we received.

There were four main characteristics.

He was between.

The age of 40 and 50 years old.

He had been incarcerated for some time, possibly for robbery

or theft.

He had a record for sexual assault.

And when it came to physical appearance.

It had to match the victims descriptions.

This helped to narrow down the list.

And his name was on the list.

Why are you looking for my husband?

What do you mean by sexual abuse?

Do you know about the search for the serial rapist?

Yeah.

He's a suspect.

We have reason to suspect your husband.

No, that can't be.

He isn't.

You sure about that?

My son's right outside.

You can test him if you want.

Your son's a minor.

We need your authorization.

Go ahead, do your tests.

Because we believe.

That Marcello's son could be

the man that we were looking for.

We launched an extensive police.

Operation.

Disguised as a traffic.

Control to be able to film him.

But that was all we could do because the DNA results weren't

in yet.

And we couldn't arrest him without a detention order.

We already know who the serial rapist is.

Ugarte, the prosecutor, announced the most anticipated

news of the year.

Two DNA tests performed in the last few hours have confirmed

that the semen samples collected match this certain

individual, laying any remaining doubts to rest.

We are now able to take out a warrant for his arrest.

We ask the public to come forward with any additional

information or sightings.

Prosecutor Ugarte clarified

that he was not a police officer.

A reward was put out by the governor for any information

that would lead to the arrest of the rapist.

This criminal won't be able to stay

hidden for long.

I suggest that no one try to protect this man.

If you know this person, we ask that you come forward and

cooperate with the authorities.

The rapist has been identified but not arrested, and it was

feared by many that releasing his identity to the public

would hinder his arrest.

[Helicopter]

That day, while all the police were looking for him, he called

me in tears.

The poor thing.

He wanted to see me and the kids.

So I told him go to court and fix things.

If he sorted things out, he could come back home again.

A couple of hours before that we were together.

He didn't say a thing about any of it.

He was in very bad shape.

He looked rough.

That same day, I remembered that his oldest son looked at

him and said, daddy, get out of here.

The police are looking for you.

It's been many hours and the

police are still searching for Marcello Mario.

They've deployed both

helicopters and additional officers.

This is the motorbike that Marcello Sorkin left in a dirt

alley in Villa El Chaparral.

He left it in the care of a neighbor.

Minutes later, the neighbor saw Marcello's picture on TV and

realized that he was the criminal.

The police were, after.

The large scale police

operation, deployed about 1500 officers.

What charges are your brother facing?

The police said he was being charged with sexual assault,

physical assault, theft.

They said he was the serial rapist.

They searched our entire house.

Cauchy Rodriguez, the provincial police chief, was

present at the serial rapist home, while Ivan Altamirano,

Villa El Chaupals police chief, also searched the area.

They looked everywhere.

They even searched the mountain police helicopters.

They were everywhere.

As soon as his name and face were made public, he vanished.

When I saw the news,

I had a horrible feeling inside me.

I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me.

A couple of hours before.

That, we were together.

He didn't say a thing about any of it.

But he did tell me something that he wasn't guilty.

And I believe him, you know.

That's him walking over there.

Grab him. Grab him. That's him.

[Police sirens]

Stop right there! Don't move!

You're not gonna take me.

Don't let him get away.

Drop the gun and put your hands behind your head.

Come on! Drop the gun!

[Gunshot]

You shot yourself in the forehead.

It crossed the left temporal region, leaving bone splinters

along the way.

The doctors ran from the one side of the room to another to

try and save you.

Most people wanted you dead.

Others didn't.

The others wanted to see you rot in a cell.

They wanted you locked up again

so you would feel what they felt.

Can we call that justice?

The deep wounds you left behind will never completely heal.

Sooner or later you get used to living with them.

My revolution is to live.

No matter how difficult it can be.

It took me a while to understand.

Giving pain priority over love.

Is another form of violence.

We can't let another person's darkness take over our light.

We won't give them the satisfaction.

The road ahead is long.

But there is life out there.

Can you hear it?