01x01 - Vivimos en la oscuridad

[bunniefuu]

[metronome ticking]

[deep inhale]

[playing Vivaldi's "Winter"
from The Four Seasons]

[wind whispers coldly]

["Winter" continues playing]

[string snaps sharply]

[metronome ticks steadily]

[muffled phone buzzing]

[phone buzzes audibly]

Hello?

[man, slightly muffled] Hello.

Do you know who this is?

Yeah.

Oh, really?

I didn't think you'd recognize my voice.

You sound different.

Yeah.

Yes, the signal is bad here.

Did you do as I asked?

Do what?

What, uh, we talked about.
Did you behave yourself?

I always behave myself.

[man chuckles softly]

Are you trying to control me?

No, no.

[man inhales sharply]

I was just worried,
so I wanted to know how you were.

Don't worry, I'm fine.

Yes, yes, of course.

I don't doubt that at all.

[man breathes in]

I'm curious. Why are you calling?

Oh, um… sorry.

If… If this bothers you,
I won't do it again.

I don't wanna be a pest. [inhales]

But I want you to know
that if you ever need anything,

you can always count on me.

So, what you're saying is
I can call you in the future

if I ever get into any more trouble?

Then you'll swoop in and rescue me?

Is that how this works?

Actually, it'll probably be
the other way around.

You're gonna rescue me.

[gentle music deepens]

And why would you need rescuing?

[man exhales]

Do you want me to tell you?

CAUGHT

[icy violin strains rise, then dissipate]

BASED ON THE NOVEL
BY HARLAN COBEN

[distant wind brushes against the quiet]

[Vivaldi's "Summer"
from The Four Seasons playing]

[hurried strings burst from the stillness]

[alarm clock beeps]

OOPS! NO NEW MESSAGES

ATTN EMA GARAY

[strings soften]

-[Ema] Bruno?
-Mm?

-Time to get up.
-In a sec, Mom.

[van door closing]

NATIONAL POSTAL SERVICE

MAIL

ATTN EMA GARAY
ATTN BRUNO MELLER GARAY

[music ends]

[phones ringing]

-[Ema] Good morning, Moni.
-[Araceli] Ema.

-Araceli, you shouldn't have.
-I know.

You told me not to, but I don't care,
so might as well accept it. Here.

Wow.

-Mm.
-We even harvested those.

-It's a rosehip pie, alright?
-It looks incredible. So pretty.

It's the least I could do to thank you.

But you know--

If it weren't for you,
my husband would still be in prison.

You really shouldn't have--

I'm leaving before you go on more
about how I "didn't have to." I'm going.

-Thank you.
-No, thank you. See you soon, Ema.

See you.

Morning.

[man] Hi, guys. How's it going?

-[indistinct chatter]
-[phones ringing]

[Ema sighs softly]

BORED AT SCHOOL?

[computer chimes]

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA SEND ME A PIC?

Vicky.

-Wait, just give me a second.
-[man] Sure.

-Hi.
-Hey

[playful music loops
from computer speakers]

-Looks like he's back on.
-Mm-hm.

MOM WON'T LET ME

I WANNA SEE YOU, YOU MUST BE GORGEOUS

[fingers tap rapidly on keyboard]

HAHA, SO SEND ME YOUR PIC THEN

I'M EMBARRASSED,
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'LL LIKE ME

COME ON…

SOON

FINALGAME05 HAS LOGGED OFF

-Have you talked to the coder?
-[Vicky] Yeah.

-Any news on the IP?
-Nothing.

They say an official request isn't enough,
even involving child abuse.

They need a request from the police.

-They're making us run around like fools.
-Yeah.

Follow up on it. I'm gonna try
one last time with the commissioner,

or else we'll have
to try with the families.

-Is that a good idea?
-Well, we can't just sit here.

CEM # 48 HIGH SCHOOL

[girl 1] What are you wearing?

[girl 2] I don't know. I might wear
a denim corset with a pair of jeans.

-Like denim on denim. I like that.
-[girl 1] Yeah, me too.

-You can wear that skirt. The gray one.
-[girl 2] Totally.

-The party?
-[girl 1] Yeah.

[girl 2] You going?

Sure.

[whistle blows]

-[teenager] Mati!
-[basketball dribbles]

-Mati!
-[whistle blows]

Mati! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Over here!

Come on, keep going.

-[coach] That's it.
-[teenager] Come on.

Coach!

[coach] Come on, come on.
Faster, Flor. Come on.

-Move.
-[girl 1] We can get together.

[girl 2] Yeah.

-[girl 1] You started the project?
-[teenager] Hey!

-Eyes up front, dickhead.
-What if we bring a ladder?

-That won't work, man.
-Why not?

-The house has an electric fence, Colo.
-So we cut it. What's the problem?

Are we just gonna cover our ears
when the alarm starts ringing?

[Colo] Speaking of the alarm,
what about the code?

Three weeks ago,
Gael's aunt cleaned the place.

-That's how we know the code.
-Maybe they changed it.

-Gael knows the code.
-We have to get there first.

Otherwise, there's no point.

Is there a code for the water?

-[Colo] What was that, Brian?
-Bruno.

-[Colo] Okay, Bruno.
-What were you saying?

There's no fence on the water side.

[coach] Come on, Gael, sh**t.

[basketball dribble]

[Fede] You're a smart one, huh?

We got a smart one.

BARILOCHE POLICE

[Herrera] According to the Criminal Code,
the police cannot intervene

without acquiring conclusive
and irrefutable evidence.

Oh, please, Commissioner.

We need evidence connecting the user
you've been chatting with

to at least one of our earlier cases.
You got that?

Or get the user to reveal
their identity or age.

The intel is from a minor
who passed on his username.

You serious? That anonymous email?

How about you just grant me access
to the other girls' case files?

I might find a pattern.

Maybe he's a serial ab*ser,
and there's irrefutable evidence.

Camila Costa's file, for example.

Try listening to me for once.

Give me the username you created
to chat with this alleged suspect,

and I'll get on with doing my job,
which is catching criminals.

-No.
-I'll give you access to the file.

-No.
-Exclusive access.

I already gave his username
to you and the court, but you did nothing.

If I give you the username I created
and the rest of our research, what then?

Wait until you have enough evidence?
That won't get us anything.

You know how it works.

If you don't cooperate,
then I'm sorry, my hands are tied.

["Todo Roto" by Nathy Peluso,
CA7RIEL and Paco Amoroso playing]

[whirring]

[music stops]

[machinery whirring and buzzing]

Oh!

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

[Ema] Hello.

-How are you, Isabel?
-Morning.

My name is Ema Garay.

I'm a journalist for a digital magazine
called Lado Bariloche.

Hi.

Can I talk to your parents for a minute?

Come on.

Let's go.

Um, I feel bad
for just showing up like this,

but I'm investigating an ab*ser
who operates on social media.

He might have something to do
with what happened to Camila.

Camila already gave a full statement
not once but several times.

No. I know. I know that.

The problem is
they won't give me access to the file.

I know Camila wasn't able
to identify her attacker, but--

Sorry, ma'am, that's enough.

Hi.

-And you are?
-A family friend.

Okay, then "Mr. Family Friend,"
if you'll excuse me, I--

[tense music builds]

So what, are we dancing now?

-They don't want to talk to reporters.
-No. I just… [exhales]

Listen, they're not interested.

They'll talk when they're ready. Not now.

So, please ma'am…

-You gonna push me?
-Oh, I'm not pushing you.

No, I'm asking you to think about more
than just the story you want to tell

and consider other people's suffering.
Please, go.

You don't know what I do or who I am.

Don't lecture me on things
you know nothing about.

That's true. I apologize.

You're right.
I don't know anything about you,

but I am sure you know
how to empathize with others.

And that's what they need right now,
so please…

I'm sorry, Isabel.

I didn't mean to make you
feel uncomfortable.

I'm just trying to figure out
who attacked Camila.

It might be the same person
we're looking for too.

If you ever feel like you want
to talk to someone, call me.

I'll leave my card with you if you want--

[music fades]

-For you. Coffee from the corner shop.
-Oh, you're the best.

-Okay, what's new?
-They won't budge.

Jesus, we can't wait around
until this guy hurts someone.

What we need is to find out
what he looks like.

Which means our first goal is to
lure him out of the cave he's hiding in.

Yeah.

What if we ask to meet?

Take photos when he gets there.
At least we'll see his face,

and we can find him
on the National Sex Offenders Registry.

You really think that'll work?

If he suspects anything, he'll disappear.

I don't know.

This creep could be chatting
with many girls simultaneously.

We don't know what he could be up to.

Yeah, that's true.

[playful music loops from computer]

HEY. WHAT IF INSTEAD OF SENDING PICS
WE MEET AT A PARK OR SOMETHING?

-Now, we wait.
-[Vicky] Okay.

-We'll take a broadcasting van?
-Yeah.

Also, we need a girl we can use as bait.

I know a 19-year-old
who could probably do it.

Mm.

Will it be safe for her?

-Well, she has a black belt in jiujitsu.
-Ah.

-[chuckles]
-Yeah.

[computer chimes]

-Oh, he responded.
-[Vicky] Already?

Well, that was quick.

[tense music playing]

-[typing]
-[computer chimes]

[computer chimes]

[typing]

[Vicky] I'll get everything ready.

[computer chimes]

[typing]

-[computer chimes]
-We gonna need a fuchsia-colored backpack.

[tense music swells]

WHEN? TODAY?

SURE

THE SKATE PARK? 3 PM?

-YUP, I'LL HAVE A FUCHSIA BACKPACK. U?
-I'LL BRING A GIFT

-I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE
-HAHA, I'M SCARED

I'M NOT 17, I'M A BIT OLDER
WE CAN STILL BE FRIENDS, RIGHT?

[typing]

We got you, you son of a b*tch.

[Germán] Martina.

-Come on. It's getting late.
-Wait. Wait, wait.

Come on.

[Germán] Sofi? Martina and I are leaving,
you're staying with Mom.

Clean your room, okay?
We've talked about this.

When I get back,
I want your room looking tidy, okay?

[indistinct chatter]

[players tuning and rehearsing]

[indistinct chatter]

-Check this out.
-Hey, guys.

-What's good?
-You know it.

[lens whirring]

[uneasy music playing]

[Vicky] Is the man sitting down
looking at her?

[Ema] Let's see the one
on the bench, Manu.

[camera lens whirring]

[uneasy music rising softly]

Man in the wool hat? Let's see.

-[Ema] Yeah, follow that one.
-[camera lens whirring]

-[violins tuning]
-[unzips bag]

Where are you?

I'm about to go in.

You promised that you'd be here.

-[judge] Martina Schulz?
-Yes.

-What's the plan? Should we leave now?
-Mm-mm.

Let's keep watching for a bit.

-It's been over two hours, Ema.
-And what if he comes now?

-Can you get a little closer there, Manu?
-[camera lens whirring]

[judge] Miss Schulz?

This is the final audition.

We'd like to personally congratulate you
for making it this far.

So, what piece have you chosen?

"Winter," by Vivaldi.
First movement in F minor.

[judge] Very well. Ready when you are.

[pianist strikes key as pitch reference]

[Martina adjusts pitch]

[pianist begins playing
Vivaldi's "Winter"]

[Martina joins]

[Vicky] Another 30 minutes, then we leave.

[Vivaldi's "Winter" continues playing]

[exhales]

I'm gonna get some fresh air.

[urgent melody swells]

[teenager 1] Watch out, lady!

[teenager 2] Coming through!

[teenager 3] Watch it!

He's here.

[teenager 4] Watch out!

I see him. Call Herrera.
Tell him everything.

He needs to ID the suspect now.

This is our chance to stop him.
They gotta ID this guy.

He's headed towards the port.

[camera shutter clicks]

[music continues]

[slams door]

[Martina continues playing]

[music fades]

[faint dissonant music takes over]

[water dripping]

[dissonant music rising]

[music turns unsettling]

[music builds then fades]

[door slams, echoing]

[metallic chirring]

[Vivaldi's "Winter" resumes]

[music ends]

[single string plucks]

They've searched the building
and they didn't find anything.

[Ema] This is him.

[sarcastic] Oh, from behind. Great.

-You have another?
-No.

Huh.

And why didn't you tell us?

Earlier I told you I was already--

If this guy figures out
we're chasing after him, he'll disappear.

For good. Understand?

So you need to hand that contact info
over to me and let me take it from here.

[exhales]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[Juliana] You get it?

Yeah. There we go.

Getting Armando to help me was impossible.

-How's it going with the therapist?
-Doesn't wanna go anymore.

You could try group therapy.

I made that suggestion,
but he doesn't want to.

Can't make him go.

[Juliana] Why don't you talk to him?
He listens to you.

What does his dad say?

-What do you think?
-[Leo] Huh.

[Leo chuckles softly]

[chuckling] I told you,
some things just can't be fixed.

How's your goddaughter doing?

Mm.

That's too bad.

Saw Isabel at City Hall yesterday,
but we didn't really talk.

Do you know her?

Ema Garay.

-Mm.
-Why do you have this?

She's asking about Facu and Isabel, but…
I don't know.

-I see. Do you know her?
-No.

She works at Lado Bariloche.

She's from Buenos Aires.

Her son goes to school with Armando.

We haven't talked much,
but she seems really nice.

You've never seen Caught before?

No, no idea.

Isn't it sensationalist?

No, no. Quite the opposite.

It's good.
I think it's brilliant, actually.

-There he is.
-[door closes]

-How're you doing, kiddo?
-What's up?

They said you didn't want
to get your hands dirty,

so I had to do all the work.

-You leaving?
-I don't know, it depends. What's there?

Hmm?

[Armando] This one's new.

Hey. I don't know if you've noticed.
There's someone else here besides Leo.

Give me a kiss.

And this…

[Juliana] The French
are playing at the restaurant.

-You should come.
-I'll go, if he goes. Want to?

No.

Hey, you said you'd help out.

Going out. There's a party.

A party?

Yeah.

Where at?

-I don't know.
-Oh, is it for a friend's birthday?

-[Armando] Yeah, from school.
-And you wanna go?

Yes, Mom.

You always want me to go out more.
When I do, you have a thousand questions.

-I didn't ask a thousand questions.
-[Leo] I love this one.

You're so dramatic.

-This one?
-[Juliana] Okay, I'll leave you alone.

-Good morning.
-[Ema] Good morning.

My name is Ema Garay.
Do you know who I am?

-[woman] A journalist, right?
-[Ema] Mm-hm. You're being recorded now.

There's a camera outside,
and I'm wearing a mic.

Do you know why I'm here?

-[woman] No.
-[Ema] Are you sure?

I don't.

[Ema] Well, do you remember him?

His name is Juan Meller.

The last time you saw him
was the day you k*lled him.

[sighs]

[pensive music playing]

HIT, RUN, LIE

CAUGHT

OOPS! NO NEW MESSAGES

-[computer chimes]
-[Bruno] Mom.

-Mom.
-Yeah?

-You've seen the keys to Dad's workshop?
-In the drawer in the kitchen.

-[Bruno] No, they're not there.
-Did you try looking around?

-Mm… no.
-Well, you should.

He always kept them there.

Mom.

-Yes?
-Where'd you put them?

-Where'd I…?
-Yeah.

Could you have left them
on the table in the hallway?

-They're not on the table.
-In your room?

They're not there.

They'll turn up eventually.

Why do want Dad's workshop keys?

Oh, it's nothing.

Hey, Bruno.

You know I love you.

Yeah, Mom.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[man] Ema Garay?

Yes, who's this?

Leo Mercer.

We met this morning at the Costas' house.

Yes, what's this about?

I wanted to apologize.

Camila's parents
are in no condition to help anyone.

But if you're still interested in catching
the son of a b*tch who did this to her,

we can help each other out.

[serene melody unfolds]

[man in distance] Let's go!

Woo-hoo!

[acoustic guitar
and gentle percussion emerge]

-[teenager 1] That was awesome.
-[teenager 2] Come on.

FRONTERAS FOUNDATION

Remember, hypothermia is not a joke.

So, if you fall into the water,

you've gotta act with speed
and gotta be smart.

And that's what Pity did.

He stayed calm, he encouraged Alexis,
and he helped her swim to the boat.

He's finishing up a class.
He'll be right with you.

Perfect timing. Thanks.

[Leo] When they recovered,
they were even more in sync.

So, congratulations to you two.

-Well done, everyone. Great work.
-[applause]

Yeah.

Good work.
And don't forget what I always tell you.

The only way to know if I can put
my trust in somebody is to just do it.

And roll the dice, okay? Then you'll know.

Right? Leave your life-jackets
and go grab a hot drink.

[indistinct chatter]

Alright, I think that's everyone.

-Rami, is that everyone?
-We're all here.

Guys! Guys, I need
all of your attention for a minute.

We're gonna steal a little of your time,

then you can go back
to whatever you were doing.

My friend Ema is a journalist,
and she's conducting an investigation.

So I'm asking you to please
give her your full attention.

And if you can help her,
please do. Alright?

-[teenagers] Yeah.
-[Leo] Okay.

Thank you.

Well, just like he said,
my name's Ema Garay, I'm a journalist.

I'm here to ask you some questions.
You can raise your hand to respond.

The first thing I want to know
is if any of you, if anybody here,

plays or has played a game
called City of Persons.

-Okay, most of you.
-[teenagers chuckle]

Um…

Uh, the next question is a bit private.

Have you ever felt you were being seduced?

Like another user wanted to meet you
outside the game in real life?

-Like someone our age or older?
-No, someone older, a grown-up.

Uh, well, they could've been pretending
they were around your age.

-Are you asking if we were groomed?
-[teenager 1] What's grooming?

That's right.

Have you ever felt
like a user was trying to groom you?

-[teenager 2] Yeah, I think so.
-[teenager 3] Lots of people have.

[indistinct murmuring]

[dramatic music lingers]

I wrote to him every night before bed.

I told him everything.

And so did he.

Sometimes, I'd send him photos.

Some of them were kind of spicy,
but because he insisted.

When he told me he was coming
to Bariloche to see me,

I was so excited.

He told me he was a little older than me,
but I didn't care.

I was just so into him.

We even agreed
to meet in Arrayanes plaza, but Vale…

She didn't want me to go.

She couldn't keep it to herself
and she told one of our teachers.

Obviously, they wouldn't let me do it.

I remember I was so mad at everyone.

Have you ever talked to him again?

Yeah, I told him.

But he never sent me a reply.

After that,
I realized I'd been a total idiot.

No, you were not an idiot,
I can assure you.

[teenager] I don't know.

I believed him.

I really trusted him.

But it was really smart to tell Vale.

You knew something was off,
and you protected yourself.

You did so good.

Was this his username?

No, that's not him.

Have you ever encountered this user?

In City of Persons or anywhere else?

-No, I haven't.
-No, no.

-Germán, Germán, Germán.
-Okay. Thank you.

-Well?
-What'd they say?

Did you get in?

Oh, honey, I'm sorry, no, no, no.
You can always try again, okay?

Alright? It won't be that much longer.

Good news is
all that waiting is finally over.

[screams] You got in!

-[laughing excitedly]
-Wait, what's happened?

-You got in?!
-She's incredible!

She got in, Sofi!

Hey, Sofía. I've just become
the third violin of the camerata.

[yells excitedly]

That's great!

-Photo.
-[Emilia] Photo time.

-Let's go.
-Cheese.

FRONTERAS FOUNDATION

[Ema] The work you do here
is really touching.

And the kids seem
really supported and happy.

Thank you.

Oh, and Facundo, Camila's father,
was one of your first, um…

-What do you call them? Your students?
-How'd you know?

Well, I am a journalist.

Yeah. Yeah, Facu was one of my very first.

When I met him, he was just this kid.

He even tried to rob me that first day.

He had a knife.

-We ended up having pizza together.
-[both chuckle softly]

That day, Facu gave me purpose.

If it weren't for him,
I don't know where I'd be.

Why?

[birds chirping]

[gentle music creeping in]

Well, when I was his age,
I could've used something like this.

You grew up around here? In Bariloche?

You like asking questions,
don't you? [chuckles]

My son used to say that asking questions
is an occupational hazard.

What's his name?

-Bruno.
-Bruno.

Born and raised here, yeah.

Buenos Aires?

-Is it really that obvious?
-Just a bit.

-I'll walk you to your car.
-What's this place used for?

I live there.

It's my house.

[Ema] Oh.

Gotcha. I know your type.

You don't just live for work,
you live at work.

[Leo, chuckling] Yeah.

I kinda get the feeling
you're that way as well.

Yeah, you're right.

[music fades]

Do you want some coffee or tea?

A beer sounds nice.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[door opens]

-So, that's you?
-[Leo] Yeah.

Here.

Cheers.

Cheers.

[gentle music flows]

[soft bump against furniture]

[Ema breathes in]

[breathing heavily]

[gentle music rising]

[belt unbuckles hastily]

[pants unzip with a firm slide]

[Ema breathes heavily]

[giggles]

[gentle music continues]

[breathing heavily]

[moans]

[moaning]

[music fades]

Want some water?

Water, sure.

[soft, introspective music playing]

[cries softly]

[door closes]

[keys jingling]

Oh. I have to go.

Already?

I have a meeting today.
I'm already running late.

-Nah, cancel it.
-[scoffs] No, I can't.

-[Ema] Sorry.
-Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, but…

Well, I'll tell you some other… time.

You don't have to explain. It's alright.

Thank you. Alright, bye.

[car approaching]

[man] I thought we were going rowing?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

-You don't waste time, do you?
-Hold on a minute. I'll go change.

[pensive music playing]

CAMERATA FIRST REHEARSAL

[phone buzzing]

Hi.

[man] So? How did it go?

You promised.

I'm sorry, I couldn't.

But I was thinking about you
the whole time.

I wanted you to be there
in person with me.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Come on, tell me how it went.

You don't have to tell me.

I know you got in.

How'd you know?

Because I know.

I know you're going to get
everything you set your mind to.

Yeah, I will.

See? What did I tell you?

You're a genius.

Start thinking about
how you want to celebrate.

We'll meet up as soon as I can.

But before we do,

I need to ask you something.

[footsteps descend stairs]

All good, Mom?

-Oh, sure. You?
-What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

-What is it?
-[phone ringing]

Nothing, okay?

-[phone continues ringing]
-Gonna answer it?

Who is it?

-No one.
-Let me see.

-No, no, no.
-Let's see.

-Give me the phone.
-Oh, Leo Mercer.

-Who is it? Tell me.
-Bruno, give the phone back.

-It's work. It's from work. It's nothing.
-Oh! Right, "work."

[Bruno chuckles]

Fer's coming over. We're going out.

-Okay, perfect.
-I'll be out late.

-Where are you going?
-To a party.

-Where at?
-In Playa Bonita.

Oh, that's far.
Why don't you take the car? Take the car.

No, it's okay. Don't worry.

-Really?
-Really.

Okay.

[phone chimes]

SORRY ABOUT YESTERDAY.
WHEN I ARRIVED, YOU WERE GONE.

[playful music loops
from computer speakers]

[typing]

I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T CARE ANYMORE.

I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU.

I'LL TRAVEL TOMORROW.

CAN WE MEET TODAY?

[playful music continues]

How'd the police respond?

They don't have any officers available,
so we should reschedule.

We can't. It has to be today.

If we try to reschedule,
he'll disappear. No.

They're making us pay
for not handing the investigation over.

It's why we can't allow that to happen.

They're bureaucrats who won't do anything.
Vicky and I can take care of it.

We'll be fine once we solve
the security problem.

We'll find the spot to observe this guy
and get him on camera.

If we don't expose him now,
he's gonna keep on harassing girls.

Think of how many girls have fallen
into this man's trap already.

All right. Fine, let's do it.

Get things rolling while I talk
to the legal department, just in case.

-Mm-hm?
-Perfect, thank you.

-Where should we do it?
-At the house with the red door?

-The Tapias. Perfect.
-Yeah.

[engine drones across water]

[suspenseful music builds]

[expansive music unfolds]

[locked handle rattles]

[expansive music continues]

[locked handle rattles]

[stiff handle rattles against lock]

[thud]

[alarm beeping]

21-64-07.

[beeping stops]

["Dance Crip" by Trueno playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[teenagers cheering]

Come on in, come on in.

It's unprecedented for Bariloche.
320 hectares. It's 600 plots.

Thirty-four companies
have made purchases already,

either in tech or high-end services.

Both national and international.

German and Japanese clients
are coming to see it next week.

My partners and I
are really excited about it.

[Leo snickers]

-Why are you laughing?
-Your partners?

You b*stard.
Fine, partners is just a way of saying--

-[Leo] Come on, it's me.
-You're an as*h*le, man. Seriously.

[Leo] You don't have to sell me anything.

And the girls?

-They're adjusting okay?
-Oh, they're fine.

I thought they'd struggle. They didn't.
They're happy to get out of Buenos Aires.

-[phone buzzing]
-Give me a minute.

Sure.

Hello? Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.

-Where's Leo? Food's getting cold.
-Yeah, he went outside. He's on the phone.

-Could you get us two more beers, please?
-[Juliana] Sure.

[pop music playing]

[teenager] Look, there's Brunito.

Yo, brother!

-Look at what we got for you!
-Hey.

-Hey.
-Oh, for me?

-For you, man.
-Of course.

-All good?
-How's it going for you?

-What's up, Bruno?
-All good?

Cool.

-Wow, nice!
-Oh, hey there.

Thank you.

-[Gael] Brunito.
-Gael.

-You outdid yourself.
-You having fun?

Hey.

-What was that?
-[Bruno] What? Nothing.

-[Fer] Think you're the king of the night?
-[Bruno] Don't get jealous.

Hey.

-How's it going, guys?
-Hey man, what's up?

-You good?
-What's up?

Look at this, wow.

-Pink coke!
-Seriously?

I'm not gonna say "pink coke", alright?
Hey. No pictures.

[Gael] Like, what're you, a narc?

-[Flor] Martina!
-[Martina] Flor. I'm here!

-How's it going, Martina?
-[Martina] Hey. What's up?

[party music continues]

[chirping of nocturnal insects]

[distant, uneasy music playing]

[music fades]

[door creaking]

Hello?

[uneasy music resurfaces, growing]

[water running in distance]

[phone buzzing]

-[Ema] Let's go.
-Wait, wait, wh-- What's goin' on?

-[Leo] Ema, is that you?
-Leo?

Why are you recording me? Put that down.

-Turn that off, please.
-What are you doing here?

A girl called asking for help, so--
I don't understand what you're doing here.

Why are you chatting
with an underage girl?

I would never…

I didn't chat with any girl.

-Why are you still recording me?
-Are you here to abuse a little girl?

Abuse? Seriously?

She was the one asking for my help.
For f*ck's sake, turn that thing off.

-as*h*le!
-In the middle of the night?

Where is she? What happened?

[unsettling music playing]

How many girls have you abused, Leo?

-[Leo] What are you talking about?
-[Ema] Do you get off on little girls?

How many have you abused, Leo Mercer?

Why are you doing this?

Girls like Camila Costa!

Are you completely insane?!

Yesterday, you were at the skate park.

[music turns intense]

-Let's go. The car, Vicky.
-[Vicky] Yeah.

[engine turns over, then starts]

For f*ck's sake.

Tell the police to get to his house.
He may be going there to destroy evidence.

[intense, hurried music playing]

["No Siento Mi Sangre"
by Evlay & Taichu playing]

["No Siento Mi Sangre" continues playing]

Want to go upstairs? I got something.

Martina.

Let go of me!

[engine rumbling]

[police siren blares]

[guy] Holy f*cking sh*t!

[indistinct chatter]

[calling]

[calling]

[exhales]

[uneasy music playing]

[cheering]

[police radio]
Several units are already inside.

[man] We're checking
all of his bags as well.

-Let's go, Manu.
-I was just about to.

Wait a second. May he come in?

Fine, go. Don't touch anything.

Go with him.

Thank you.

Give me that.

He wasn't here,
but we found this in his bedroom.

It's him.

-We've issued an arrest warrant.
-[officer] Commissioner.

What's this?

[officer] Pictures of minors.

Tell me you're gonna find this guy.

We've alerted the units
we have out on the road.

-What if he tries to run away to Chile?
-If he uses any roads, we'll find him.

If he hides in the woods, well,
not much we can do about it then.

I can't make any promises.

[somber music playing]

[Ema's urgent breaths linger]

[somber music continues]

[faint TV chatter mixes
with rustling officers]

[phone buzzing]

[Ema] Why are you chatting
with an underage girl?

I would never--

[Ema] Are you here to abuse a little girl?

Abuse? Seriously?

-She was asking for my help!
-Really? In the middle of the night?

[Leo] Where is she? What happened?

[Ema] Do you get off on little--?

[recording stops]

[somber music swells]

[typing]

[music fades]

ATTENTION FUGITIVE!

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[Vivaldi's "Summer"
from The Four Seasons playing]

["Summer" continues playing]

Martina?

[music ends]

BASED ON THE NOVEL
BY HARLAN COBEN

[closing theme music playing]