01x02 - No puedes dañar un muerto

[bunniefuu]

It's after 7:30.

I know… Mm.

Get dressed,
and I'll make you something, okay?

That sound good?

-Good morning.
-Hey there.

No.

No, I really don't want to go.

-No?
-Mm-hmm.

Tell them you're sick.

-Tea?
-No, I'll have coffee.

-Oh, son of a b*tch. Mm.
-Something wrong?

I forgot to pick up those jams
I ordered for everyone in the office.

Oh.

-There he is. Good morning.
-Morning.

-Good morning.
-See ya.

Hey, give me a kiss.
I won't be back 'till Friday.

Mm.

What an affectionate son I've got!

Have a nice trip, Mom.

-Thank you.
-At least you get a kiss.

-Mm.
-What time's your flight?

Mm-mm. I have to leave in… half an hour.

I'm gonna take a quick bike ride.
I'll drive you when I'm back.

-Aw, thanks.
-Of course.

Don't change the music.

♪ …and wondering what dress to wear now ♪

♪ I say a little prayer for you ♪

-Wait, wait, wait, wait.
-What is it?

Hey.

Mm.

Thank you.

When I get to work today,
I'll tell Serrano that I'm done.

I can't take all this coming and going,
and I want to spend my time here with you.

Well, that sounds marvelous.

Hey, wait. I'm being serious.

-I know you are.
-You don't think that I'll do it, do you?

Okay.

Listen, you agreed to this move,
which is huge,

so whatever you choose, I'll support you.

I'm just happy we're finally here.
That's good enough for me.

Our son too, even if he
doesn't shout it from the rooftops.

-Mwah.
-Be right back.

♪ Forever and ever you'll stay in my heart
And I will love you… ♪

♪ …my darling, believe me ♪

♪ Believe me… ♪

CAUGHT

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY
HARLAN COBEN

Here's the foundation,
where they found his car.

Lake Nahuel Huapi and Lake Moreno.

If he passed this way,
he went through Puerto López.

If not, he would've traveled to the city
through Bariloche. Who knows?

-What?
-You alright?

-Yes.
-It's just that, yesterday--

-I've never seen you like that before.
-Don't worry, I'm fine.

-Let's focus.
-Sure.

-There have to be people who know him…
-Ema.

I'll look into it.

How long have you been tracking him?

ALLEGED CHILD ab*ser AT LARGE

Two months.
He used an online game to target students.

Your colleague, Ema Garay,
worked on the investigation.

Thanks to her,
we were able to identify the suspect.

Is it true
that Garay had sexual relations

with the fugitive suspect?

I have no idea.
You'd have to ask her.

-You did what?
-Wait, how did they even hear about that?

-I told Herrera myself.
-Ema!

-Are you out of your mind? Why?
-I have nothing to hide.

-They were gonna find out sooner or later.
-I don't understand. What happened?

When I interviewed Camila Costa's family,
he was there.

Later, he called me
and agreed to an interview.

Guess he realized I was onto him,
so he called me and seduced me.

I fell for it like a moron.

No, don't make that face at me.

The man is a psychopath,
a professional liar.

We have to figure out how he operates.
See what's really behind that foundation.

He won't get far without outside help.

"Feminazi."

"Hack journalism
has just recruited its newest member."

"Garay has thrown away
the last ten years of her career."

-This is bad.
-Check if I have any new followers.

The best you can do now
is to keep out of the spotlight.

-For a few days, at least.
-I'm not in any spotlight.

You went to bed with the prime suspect
of your investigation.

I didn't know Mercer
was the guy I was investigating!

Now you do.

Every media mouthpiece will be on TV,
claiming you're overly involved.

You've been compromised.

No one said that with Ariana Nasbro.

Back then we weren't about
to partner with Tando.

-What does that have to do with this?
-This might wreck the deal for us.

A search warrant was just issued
for the foundation where Leo Mercer works.

We need to cover that. What's the move?

I don't know, Ema. I don't know.

-But we have to be smart about this.
-I completely agree.

But while we're figuring that out,
we need to get ready to cover that search.

-Wait, wh-- What's goin' on?
-Leo? What are you doing here?

A girl called asking for help.
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.

Were you here
to abuse a little girl?

Abuse? Seriously?
But she was the one asking for my help.

Why are you recording me? Put that down!

For f*ck's sake, turn that thing off!

-Really? In the middle of the night?
-Where is she? What happened?

How many girls have you abused, Leo?

What's going on?
Ema, what are you talking about?

-Girls like Camila Costa!
-What? Are you completely insane?

-You were at the skate park.
-Cami.

Everything's all right.

I need to talk to your father. Is he here?

Don't be afraid, Cami. It's okay.

Cami! Cami!

Why are you here?

-Get the hell out, son of a b*tch!
-Wait, listen!

-Go inside the house!
-You've known me for 15 years.

You know me.

-I'd never do that to your daughter!
-Son of b*tch!

-Where's Facundo?
-Stay away!

-I just want to talk.
-Get out! I said get the f*ck out! Out!

Get out! Get out!

Oh, sure, yeah. Thank you.

Bye now.

Martina. She's at Flor's?

-I just called. Flor's asleep by herself.
-Mm.

Hey, listen, Abril.
Please call if Martina's with you. Thanks.

-Did she have rehearsal?
-Right, she'll have gone straight there.

Mm.

How long have you had
those headphones on?

They look big on you.

Like your skull is gonna cave in.

Oh, shut up, Dad.

Hi, I haven't seen Martu today.
And she hasn't replied to my texts either.

I thought she was still
sleeping in after the party.

Is something wrong?

She's probably with Gael.

Gael? From school?

She was going
to the party with him.

POLICE

-You have it? The warrant?
-Yeah.

-No, there are minors here.
-Ma'am, we have a warrant.

-Armed officers cannot enter.
-We have a warrant.

Please, ma'am, I have to ask you
not to obstruct the procedure.

You can't come in
because there are minors.

Don't worry about the minors,
we'll keep our distance.

We need to seize all electronic devices.
Please cooperate.

But this case is ridiculous.
Think about it. It doesn't fit.

I have orders.

At least let me talk to the lawyer
before your guys break something.

Estela.

-Oh, hi.
-I can't believe it.

It's complete madness.
They can't just do this.

Any word from Leo?

Nothing.

He hasn't called me or Ramiro.

Excuse me.
What are you doing with my computer?

Where are you taking that?

-Talk to the Commissioner.
-What are you doing with my computer?

Where are you taking that?
Tell me where you're taking it.

Excuse me.
You're Leo Mercer's friend, aren't you?

-We met yesterday.
-Sure.

Can I contact you later
to ask you some questions?

Ruining an innocent man's life
wasn't enough for you?

The kids are scared.
We need you to come now.

They're taking everything.

Well, can't it be sooner?

I need four boxes here, please.

Leo had a special bond
with every single one of those kids.

An amazing connection with them.

Suppose we just had blinders on.
It's the perfect cover, yeah?

It really is.

Don't forget
to take your belongings, please.

Do you know if any girls
went to his house?

Leo's house was…

always open for whoever needed his help.

You know,
all these kids want is attention.

To have someone see them.

-How could this happen?
-Did you talk to the lawyer?

Hey, what are you doing here?

Um… well, I was saying…

I know it's not the best time,
you're really going through it…

-I need to do this.
-We need to cooperate, Estela.

-Are you f*cking kidding me, Ramiro?
-Now, wait a minute.

Leo Mercer went to meet
with an underage girl

in a really isolated place
in the middle of the night.

Why was he there?

-Give me your explanation.
-Stop this now.

They're accusing Leo of raping a student.

You understand that, Ramiro?

You both can leave now.

Thank you.

What number is it?

One-six-one.

That way.

We're gonna have
to have a chat with Martina.

She can't just do whatever she wants.

She didn't call or even check her phone.

Like it or not, she still lives with us.
She's not on her own yet.

-It's here.
-They're just basic house rules."

Hi there, how are you?
We're the parents of Martina Schulz.

-I don't know if you know her.
-Yeah, the girl with the violin.

That's her.
Is she here with you? With Gael?

Gael!

Gael, they're lookin' for your friend.

He's in his room. I'll be right back.

How long have they been dating?

Mm?

Do you think our daughter
belongs in a place like this?

I don't get it.
I think she's doing this on purpose.

Well, let's not overreact.
She's 17, she's headstrong.

If she doesn't rebel now, then when?

Hey, so, no. They're not here.
They didn't spend the night here.

-Any idea where they are?
-Motel maybe?

Sorry, I really just don't know.
They're kids, you know?

Let me do the talking.

We'll just have to see.
Who knows? Maybe it'll all work out fine.

There she is.

Good afternoon, Juliana.

We're with the digital magazine
Lado Bariloche.

We know how hard this must be for you,
but we'd like to ask you--

I can't believe you're actually here.
This is ridiculous.

Seriously? You have some questions?
For me? So you can carry on lying?

No, no. We're here
because we want to talk to you.

Listen to what you have to say,
find out your side of the story.

I don't have a "side of the story".

I only know what happened.
Even if it doesn't suit your narrative.

No, but you can't deny the evidence.

Get out of here, or I'll file
a harassment complaint against you.

-Take it easy.
-Take it easy?

This is an open case.
We're just doing our job.

Let's just go.

-God.
-Just put that down there.

-Do you think she's protecting Leo?
-You think she knew about it?

She and her son are the closest thing
this guy has to a family.

They were together for how long?

According to the statement,
nearly ten years.

He stepped in
after the kid's father vanished.

Did they ever live together?

No. From what I found out,
he never lived with anyone.

Yeah, guess that fits.

-Wow.
-What?

Camila's mother, Isabel,
she phoned into the newsroom.

She wants to talk to you.

Look at this!

Come on, it vanished just like that?

You find anything?

No, not yet.

Someone took it. I just know it.

Dude, I don't know
who'd want that crappy boat.

It has to be somewhere. Just chill.

I knew Cami was talking
with a boy who wasn't from here,

but I didn't want to make
a big deal out of it.

Everything she told me sounded fine.

They talked about
normal stuff, school stuff.

Cami was really into this guy
for a few months.

But then, at a some point,
he told her that…

he was coming here with his family,
and, well, they could hang out in person.

Cami didn't tell me she was meeting him.
I never would have let her if I'd known.

So they agreed at noon they'd meet
in the square at the Cathedral.

So, she… she went there,
and waited for a while.

He said he was staying
at a guest house close-by,

and that he had to wait there because
he was expecting his sister any minute.

But that she could join, if she wanted to.

And she went along with it.

When she walked inside,
he grabbed her and pushed her down, and…

then…

he r*ped her.

Cami couldn't defend herself.

He was wearing a hood and he wouldn't--

He didn't even talk,
so that she wouldn't recognize him.

It took Cami a week
to tell us what happened to her.

I knew she wasn't okay.

She was acting strange,
but she wouldn't tell me anything.

She finally told me what happened later.

We went to the police
right away once we knew.

All that time, Leo was at our house.

He acted like he really cared.

He talked with us, even talked with Cami.

I'm sure you can imagine
how hard it is for us to know

that Leo was capable of doing this.

If you hadn't discovered it, I don't know…

I mean, It took Cami an entire week
to tell us what happened.

POLICE - FRONTERAS FOUNDATION

Hi, Ema.

Can we talk?

No, we have nothing to talk about.

Ema, please, I need you to listen to me.
I sent you several letters.

God tests every one of us.

Even you and me.

He test us every day.

Forgiveness is the greatest gift
we can give one another.

-If you and Bruno could only open your he-
-No, don't drag Bruno into this.

Don't give me that bullshit
from Alcoholics Anonymous again.

I don't want to hear it.
I want nothing to do with you.

Quit with the shitty letters in the mail!

I don't wanna know what's wrong with you,
or how much you've suffered.

I don't care about your recovery.
I'm not gonna forgive you.

No now, not ever.

-I know how you feel.
-Oh, really?

You're right, I don't really know,
but it's nearly two years since--

Get your head out of the fantasy world
that you're living in.

Take some responsibility.

You had already been to AA
before you hit Juan.

You made it to step eight.

You'd sent shitty letters apologizing
to people whose lives you ruined, right?

-But this time is different.
-Really?

-It's different now.
-Listen carefully, Ariana.

I don't like repeating myself.

If you want to quell the demons
you're clearly still wrestling with,

then throw yourself
under the first car that drives by.

What I'm saying might sound extreme,

but that's what you should've done
in the first place!

If rather than going around
apologizing to everyone

and sending me shitty letters,
you had just done what I'm telling you,

then you'd be dead right now,
and Juan would still be alive.

I'd have my husband
and Bruno would have a father.

So why not do everyone a favor
and go k*ll yourself!

Mom?

-Mom?
-Yes.

-Can we talk?
-Uh, sure.

Let me take a shower first
and then we can talk.

Okay.

Come on, Leo!

Is this what you want?
You want us to break the door down? Push!

Open the door, you son of a b*tch!

Here we go! Let's go! Come on, hurry!

-Go! He's leaving!
-Okay, go!

sh*t. Go, go, go!

Let's go.

Martina Schulz. "SCH," right?

Do you have a recent photo?

Yes, I have one right here.

This one. It's the most recent.

Okay.

-Boyfriend?
-No.

Well, our daughter,
I mean, our other daughter,

told us she's dating Gael,
a boy from school.

-Last name?
-Benítez, Gael Benítez.

What was Martina wearing
the last time you saw her?

She was in all back.

Black T-shirt, black skirt,
a black jacket and a yellow scarf.

-Okay.
-So what happens next?

Our protocol
for missing persons is live.

An investigator will stop by your house
to gather more information.

We'll publish this photo
and send patrol cars to health centers.

We'll widen the search to include
bus terminals and mountain shelters.

No, no, no, no, no, you don't understand.

You're not listening.

My daughter is not at a shelter,
hospital, or anywhere.

We don't know where the f*ck she is.

Understand?

So, please just… just find her.

Yes, ma'am, don't worry.

I'm begging you.

We'll do
everything we can to find her.

This just in. We have
breaking news on the Leo Mercer case.

Three teams of firefighters
are working to control a fire

at Fronteras Foundation
in the Llao Llao neighborhood.

They're trying
to prevent it from expanding.

Here we have the first images
of the fire sent by our team.

Many locals have expressed their outrage

at what they perceive to be
police inefficiency.

INCIDENTS IN BARILOCHE

In their anger,
some even set fire to Leo Mercer's house.

-Can we talk, Mom?
-They're seeking justice…

Yes, just a minute, honey.

At this time,
police are still completely in the dark

as to the whereabouts
of the suspect, Leo Mercer,

who escaped and still at large.

He's believed to be responsible

for several sexual assaults
against minors in the area,

always using the same modus operandi.

Time's up, put your pens down.

I almost didn't finish!

-Okay, names. Miguel.
-Mauro.

-Maya.
-María. Ten points each.

Well, thanks for not using my name. Nice.

-Countries. Morocco.
-Morocco.

Miami.

Morocco.

-No, Ana, that's not a country. Come on.
-But I liked it when we went there.

-We went to the United States.
-When are we going there again?

-We could go in the summer.
-We never went there.

-Yes, we did.
-Sure.

Yes, we went,
but it's not a country, it's a city.

Animals? Marmot.

-Manatee.
-Monkey.

Monkey. We each get five. You get ten.

I'll be back. Carry on.

-Okay. Things.
-What did Dad write?

-Uh…
-Mittens.

-Mittens, you?
-Mango.

-Ana?
-Mascot.

What are you doing here?
What happened to you?

Can I come in?

Yeah, sure, come on in.

-They burned my house down.
-Those animals.

Nothing was spared.

Worse, the police took all my documents,
all my money.

Just let me talk to Saltzman.
He'll tell us what we have to do.

I don't need a lawyer.
You're the only person I can trust, okay?

-I need to get out now!
-Alright…

Marcos, you have to give me
some money and help me get an ID.

Wait. Listen, Leo,
you can't run away like this.

What you need is a good lawyer
who can win this in court for you.

-Defend you, okay?
-Defend myself from what?

I'm innocent.
I didn't do what they're saying.

You don't need to tell me, Leo.
I know you're innocent.

So here's what we'll do.

I'll get you a plate of food now.

You're gonna take a shower.

And then you're gonna rest.
For a while, okay?

In the morning, we'll figure out
your next move. Okay?

Trust me.

The most important thing
right now is to be calm.

Okay. Be right back.

Marcos.

Thank you.

Everything's gonna be okay.

You're still hungry?

Who was it?

Leo.

Are you serious?

He's here?

-I want that man out of my house now.
-I can't, Meme. I can't, he's my friend.

The girls are here, Marcos.

I can't just abandon him.
He has no one else.

Well, that's too bad.

The police just went through his house.
It got set on fire.

He's gonna turn himself in.
It's just one night.

I'm begging you, please.

You're always cleaning up after him
when he gets into trouble.

Let's not talk about that now, please.

Please, Meme.

It's just one night, that's all.

He is not staying here.

He'll eat, then he leaves.

Wait, hang on. It's cold.

Turn off the motorcycle, kid.

On the ground. Take off your helmet.

Get on the ground, now.

-Come on, move.
-Helmet off. On the ground.

Come on, kid. Down. On the ground.

Do as you're told,
and you'll be fine.

Until a few days ago,
he seemed much better.

Days ago, we weren't going through hell.
I don't know why you didn't call sooner.

Jorge, leave us alone.

Armando, it's your Mom. Open it.

We tried talking to him, but…

Sweetie.

Let's talk.

You can't stay locked in there.

Are you alright?

-Let's go.
-Armando, please come out.

Can you leave us alone?

-Yes,
-Thanks.

Alright.

Armando?

Are you there, honey?

Come out. Let's go home.

Armando.

Come out, let's go home.

Son, please.

Get out here! You're scaring me!

Armando!

You okay?

Let's go home.

-I don't want to be here.
-Sure.

Let's go home. Yeah, it's okay. It's fine.

Let's go home.

Here's the padlock.
I don't know who took it. It's gone.

-Okay.
-He gave us stuff…

-Okay, I see. Thanks anyway.
-Now show me the other girl.

Nothing on the electronics
from the foundation.

What do you have?

Statements from the foundation's kids.

Two girls mentioned a confusing situation,
but nothing concrete.

Wait.

-I'll look for it.
-Thanks.

Marcos Brown, Mercer's friend,
gave a statement at noon.

Looks like he was the last one to see him.

Seems like his family
donated the foundation's premises.

Do you know them?
They're renowned in Bariloche.

-Owners of Los Álamos.
-Former owners.

Marcos lived in Buenos Aires
for many years.

Recently moved back to Bariloche.
He runs an industrial park project.

Married, two daughters.

Oh, yeah.
Yesterday, I saw him at the foundation.

Another fan of our work.
He's gonna be thrilled to see me.

Any idea where he might be hiding now?

Look, I already told the police
everything that I know.

I don't know where Leo is,
or where he might be.

The last time I saw him
was at his ex-wife's restaurant.

After that, everything I know
is from what you guys published.

What do you think
about the evidence against him?

Does it really matter what I think?
You have your story.

No, that's not true.

Though I sympathize
with how hard it must be

to accept that your friend
has lived such a horrible double life.

How do you draw conclusions
so quickly about people like that?

He was chatting with minors online.

No, that's just
what you are saying on your show.

-No, there's plenty of evidence.
-Really?

Yes. He seduced his victims
by pretending to be someone their age.

He arranged meetings, then he r*ped them.

Are you willing to defend that?

Why don't you let this
play out in court first?

Because there is a justice system.

A process.

Leo has the right to defend himself.

You agree with that, right?

Let's wait and see.

I'm sure there's
an explanation for everything.

Was he romantically involved with anyone?

To be honest,
you would know better than I do.

Why are you defending him like this?
I want to know.

Leo is like a brother to me.

My father loved him like a son.

I will always defend him.

You were together at the party.
So, where's the girl?

I told you, I don't know.

You left together.

Already told you we didn't

-So, what time did you leave?
-How many times are you gonna ask me this?

Don't be rude to the Commissioner.
What time?

At half past two.

Alright. Then, after you left the party,
where did you go?

I left with Colo.

Dropped him off at his house.
After that, I went home and had some food.

Then I went to El Bolsón,
to my brother's house.

You went straight to El Bolsón?
Right after? Why the rush?

I like traveling at night
'cause the roads are empty.

Did Martina
stay at the party by herself?

Why didn't you leave together?

I'm asking you why you and Martina
didn't leave together. You're a couple.

No, we're not a couple.

You told me you were a couple.

So, let's have it. Are you or not?

Was there a fight? Were you fighting?

No, we had a talk.

It wasn't a fight.

What talk?
What did you talk about?

Did she tell you
that she was cheating on you?

EMA YOU'RE DESPICABLE

JOURNALIST AND sl*t, HAHA

THE JOURNALIST WHO GAVE HER ALL!!

Yes?

-Ema.
-Who is this?

Leo Mercer.

Where are you?

I'm turning myself in,
but I need to talk with you first.

You need to hear me out.

You got me into this mess,
and you're gonna help me get out of it.

-I'm not this monster you've made up.
-No, I didn't make up any monster.

-That's not what I do, no.
-You need to know the truth.

No police, no cameras. Just you and me.

I'll be waiting. Don't take long.

MOM
I HAD TO STEP OUT, DON'T WAIT UP

Vicky, Mercer called,
and I'm gonna meet him.

I didn't tell Diego,
so I'm sending you the location now.

If I don't call you back in two hours,
call the police. Thanks.

Check out this video.

Dude, are you really not coming?
You're missing out on all the fun.

-'Cause he's a spoil-sport.
-You didn't want to come either.

Yo, dude!

Are you alone?

You didn't see anyone on the road
following you?

No.

-We need to go down there.
-No, no, no. No.

I'd prefer to talk right here.

-It's not safe out here.
-Maybe not for you.

Please. For either of us, Ema.

You alright?

I'm not this monster you've concocted.

You told me that already.

What're you doing?
No, don't record this, please.

I don't want to talk to the journalist.
I want to talk to you.

Alright, cut to the chase. What is it?

I know you're doing your job
and don't have any bad intentions,

but you're wrong about me.

I'm asking you, please,
take back what you posted on social media,

'cause if the police think I'm guilty,
they'll stop looking for the true culprit.

They won't find the person
who hurt Camila.

No, I know who you are.

Exactly who.

-Oh, you know who I am?
-Yes, I do.

-I won't be manipulated.
-What are you talking about?

-The evidence against you is overwhelming.
-It has nothing to do with me.

They planted that evidence against me.

You were there!
You went to the house with the red door!

I thought I was helping someone,
so I went to the house.

At 11:00? You expect me to believe
you went there to help someone?

Martina Schulz is her name.

She called asking for help,
asked me to go meet with her.

I don't know how to play that game.
I didn't chat with you or any other girl.

It was a setup, Ema.

They set you up, and they set me up too.

What are you doing, Facu?

What are you doing?

You should leave. Leave.

-Facundo, just put--
-Wait, wait.

Wait. Wait. Put the g*n down, Facundo.

-This has nothing to do with you!
-Put the g*n down.

-I said leave!
-No, wait.

-Just put the--
-I said leave now!

-Facundo!
-m*therf*cker, don't you move!

Facu, put that down, please.

-You know I didn't do anything to Cami.
-Shut your mouth!

You know me.
I could never do something like that.

Shut it.

How long have you known me?

Forget what they told you, listen to me.

-You know what they're saying isn't true.
-Quiet.

Put the g*n down. Let's talk. Calm down.

-Quiet.
-Facu, you've known me for how long now?

Shut it!

Quiet!

Hello! Hello!

Facu…

You hurt her.

No.

No.

We trusted you, Leo.

-I didn't do it.
-You hurt her.

-After we gave you everything!
-No, that's a lie, Facu.

It wasn't me.

I swear it wasn't me.

Please, please, please.

It's the truth.

You have to believe me, Facu.

It wasn't me, Facu.

It wasn't me.

Please, try to think of Isabel.

Don't do something you'll regret.

Just think of Camila.

I said shut your mouth!

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY
HARLAN COBEN