Caught (Atrapados)

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

Hello?

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.

Are you trying to control me?

No, no.

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.

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.

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.

And why would you need rescuing?

Do you want me to tell you?

CAUGHT

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY HARLAN COBEN

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

OOPS! NO NEW MESSAGES

ATTN EMA GARAY

- Bruno? -Mm?

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

NATIONAL POSTAL SERVICE

MAIL

ATTN EMA GARAY ATTN BRUNO MELLER GARAY

- Good morning, Moni. - 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.

Hi, guys. How's it going?

- -

BORED AT SCHOOL?

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA SEND ME A PIC?

Vicky.

-Wait, just give me a second. - 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

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? - 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

What are you wearing?

I don't know. I might wear a denim corset with a pair of jeans.

-Like denim on denim. I like that. - Yeah, me too.

-You can wear that skirt. The gray one. - Totally.

-The party? - Yeah.

You going?

Sure.

- Mati! -

-Mati! -

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

Come on, keep going.

- That's it. - Come on.

Coach!

Come on, come on. Faster, Flor. Come on.

-Move. - We can get together.

Yeah.

- You started the project? - 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?

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?

- What was that, Brian? -Bruno.

- Okay, Bruno. -What were you saying?

There's no fence on the water side.

Come on, Gael, shoot.

You're a smart one, huh?

We got a smart one.

BARILOCHE POLICE

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 abuser, 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]

Oh!

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

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 abuser 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--

So what, are we dancing now?

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

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--