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Carrasco.

You will leave in the morning,

cross the border, reach Tacna,

find the girls, and bring them back.

That's the plan.

Was that information confirmed by the Peruvian police?

Cholos are not particularly fond of us, so we better not push them.

We have information from the hospital.

Yes.

Last week, some young Chilean hookers went there to be treated.

They were pretty bruised up.

I already talked to the consul, he knows everything.

Just him, no one else.

You'll go there off duty. No badges, no guns, no nothing.

If they’re held against their will,

why not coordinate with the national police?

No, no Peruvians.

If we warn them this morning,

every single brothel in Tacna will know by tonight.

You go in, get out, bring the girls. We return them to their families,

the posters on the streets are removed,

and you can go back to Santiago.

How will we get them through international police

if we're skipping the paperwork?

We follow the consul’s recommendation.

In the boot of the car.

Okay. Excuse me.

Thank you very much, Major. Excuse me.

Carrasco, wait a moment.

About the little rat.

That dog you took in, man.

Oh, yes, the little dog.

That is Rojas’ superior at the OS9, in Santiago,

Colonel Romo.

And what happened to him?

Your friend Rojas happened to him.

Why didn’t they dismiss him?

Just imagine his ties.

Be careful with him in Tacna. Careful.

We don’t know who this guy is.

Yes, Major. Thank you very much for the tip.

If you'll excuse me.

Seems like you’re going to miss me.

You'll miss me, right?

Here it goes.

Shit.

He’ll be here in any minute. I must hurry up.

-Hey, come on. Tell me. -Tell you what?

Come on, Rodrigo.

-What, baby? -Where are you going?

I swear I cannot tell you, it’s a top-secret mission.

If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

Is it a lie to meet up with the other woman?

Baby.

Don’t say those things, don’t jump to conclusions, okay?

It’s about the girls.

Look, I'll be away this weekend, but when I come back,

we’ll see about the house,

our marriage and all those things that you like to talk about.

-I'm going now. -Okay.

-Take care, okay? -Yes.

-Take care, swear it. -I swear.

-Yeah? -Yes, baby.

-I love you. -Me too.

WELCOME TO PERU

Yes, I love you. I won’t be able to call you because I’ll be away.

I'll call you as soon as I can.

Okay.

Me too.

Okay, bye. Bye.

-Good evening, gentlemen. -Good evening.

Documents, please.

Thank you very much.

Thanks a lot.

What’s the purpose of your trip to the city of Tacna?

-Tourism. -Tourism.

-Tourism. -Good.

What’s inside the briefcase?

A change of clothes,

shirts.

-Could you open it? I can’t see. -Sure.

Yes, underwear.

Good.

Why didn’t you put the briefcase in the back, in the boot of the car?

To leave more room, Captain,

in case we have to bring any of the girls.

That's what the major said.

Mr Soto, Mr Ramírez,

-welcome to Peru. -Thank you.

-You may go on your way. -Thank you very much.

You're welcome, sir.

Those patients are rarely registered, and even less so at that time.

Okay, just to be clear,

I was told this happened at five in the morning.

A little later, almost at dawn.

It's pretty hectic here at that time of day.

A gentleman brought in two Chilean girls. Prostitutes, I think.

-They were very young. -Underage?

They didn't carry any documents, but I think so.

They were badly beaten.

One of them had a cut on her head.

-Just a moment, please. -Yes.

María, I’ll leave Doctor Fernández's records here.

-Okay. -Thank you.

Did you report this to the police?

Look, we do our jobs here,

and we don’t want to get into any trouble.

We treated them and 30 minutes later, the gentleman took them.

Do you recognize any of these girls?

We take care of many girls here,

it’s hard to be sure.

Okay, do you remember any more details?

Oh, yeah, one of them mentioned a bar downtown.

"El caballo loco."

-Good, thank you very much. -Thank you.

Be careful.

Why?

People here don’t really like cops.

Particularly, Chilean cops.

How do you know we’re cops?

Nobody inquires about hookers around here.

No one cares about their well-being.

Okay, thank you.

-Good luck. -Thank you.

All of this could’ve been avoided.

The Intendant shouldn’t have said that nonsense.

Antagonising the families.

The families were annoyed, and with good reason.

It seems like they're doing nothing.

It is not my job to tell the Intendant what to say.

That’s the information you guys gave us.

That’s all we had then.

-We'll get news soon. -Were they found?

Not yet.

But you’re doing something. I mean, something concrete

to appease the families.

If not solved properly, this is the typical case

where things start to escalate.

We’re working on concrete actions at this very moment.

I have two policemen whose only task

is to look for them inside and outside Chile.

Good.

I'll see you around.

Bye.

You go tell them, once and for all.

There he comes.

What else has to happen for you to do something!

We want to speak to the Intendant!

Mr Ávila, right?

Why don't you just let us do our job in peace?

Right now we’re performing procedures to see where your daughters went.

My daughter didn’t go anywhere, someone took her.

Why can't you do your job properly?

I am sure you understand,

I won't allow you to tell me how to carry out police procedures.

These policemen here will escort you to transportation back to Hospicio.

Fucking cops, do your job!

Why don’t you worry about looking for our daughters, instead!

You work in the sea, don’t you?

Just imagine me telling you how to fish medusafish.

Who knows more about fishing? You or me?

Did you know that in eight out of 10 cases of dead minors,

the culprits turn out to be direct relatives?

May I help you, sir?

What's the score?

Five soles for a blowjob, 10 for the full service,

and 20 for a private one. That one includes a chilcano.

Are there any Chilean girls?

Upstairs, sir. They will treat you well.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

What do you expect me to do with all this money?

Didn’t they tell you it’s just 20 for the service?

What's your name?

Sol.

Sol?

Like the sun.

And your real name?

Where are you from?

From Arica.

Whereabouts in Arica?

Downtown.

Which street?

Downtown. Chill.

Don't be scared.

I need you to help me.

I’m looking for some missing Chilean girls.

We were told they could be working in Tacna.

Their families are desperate, have you seen them?

Look. These are them.

Well, I can’t help you. I was just born there.

We've picked up the Chilean accent from other girls.

We learned the "po", the "cachai".

There's a lot of anger against Chileans.

Men have the fantasy of hooking up with one, to release the anger.

That makes us earn a little more money.

So, you haven’t seen Chilean girls here?

-Are you sure? -No.

It’s the local girls who want to go to Chile.

Some of them make a lot of money, and others...

Others, what?

They're just rumours, nothing more.

They hit them, they make them do stuff.

Where? In Iquique?

In the outskirts, in the desert. In a ranch, I think.

La Ponderosa?

I don’t know what it’s called, but they say the owner is a sick man.

-That's all I know. -But look at them!

At the hospital, they told us they'd been here.

Don’t tell anyone I said this. Behind the hospital, on 12 de Mayo street.

There’s a bar, right on the corner.

They say it’s closed, but you just need to knock. Get it?

People say you earn good money there. Some girls are forced to work there.

We could go to Boca de Luz. I've heard it's very nice.

I’ll be here for a couple of days, we could go out some time.

-Let's go. -Okay.

Are you bored?

Oh, no, this is smashing.

Who were you talking to?

Bruno Jiménez.

He was part of the Codelco board last year.

This year, in January, he switched to minerals.

He’s a great donor within the region.

Well, everyone's worried about the election.

They’re fretting about Viva el Cambio and all that.

-Now, we must get them, because... -Hey.

What if we leave this lame party?

And go where?

To have a bit of fun?

Have you called your wife since we arrived?

Yes, I called her this morning.

Why? Are you afraid of what might happen?

-How much? -Ten soles.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

No, that's not it.

-Tell me. -What?

Before getting into these risky scenarios, who do you talk to?

Your wife? Who else?

Excuse me, Captain, with all due respect...

Is there anything wrong with my wife?

Because what happened earlier was strictly professional,

I don’t usually do that sort of thing.

No, no, I mean it. How many people will you call?

I don’t tell anyone about this type of operation.

Regardless of what you tell them.

You talk to your wife, and who else?

Captain, I love Xime. We’re getting married, we’re gonna have children.

The thing is, sometimes the devil gets into me.

But it's not my fault.

I mean, it is, but not entirely. You know what I mean?

Why do you ask?

-No, forget it. -What do you mean "forget it"?

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Hey, Captain.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Good morning, Mr Juan Ávila?

Yes?

A search warrant, sir.

Proceed.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Excuse me.

-Good morning, ma'am. -Good morning.

What's going on, Juan?

A search warrant.

Scarleth, it will go cold.

Yeah, I'm coming. Just a moment.

I’m not asking you to stop partying.

Just watch where you go and with whom, especially now.

It's fine if you don't go back to school,

but let's find something you can do so that you can earn your own money.

Like what?

I don't know. What would you like to do?

I’d like to be a sales promoter at Cavancha.

-A promoter. Yeah, right. -Why not?

You'd be a very lazy promoter.

None of the girls who work there have got this angel face.

I’ll see what I can do, I can't say it’ll be easy,

but Scarleth, first, you need to stop using.

That's the first thing.

Most importantly, you can’t go back to La Ponderosa or places like that.

Chill. Drop it, that's already in the past.

Look into my eyes.

Is anyone threatening you?

Woah, you’re trippin’!

No, everything's cool.

Well, I’m leaving, then.

I had brought you some gifts but...

-No, wait. -You didn't finish your food.

Ayleen was teasing you, that’s all.

I can give you my sausage. What?

What did you get us?

This, to know your whereabouts.

I feel important.

Thanks.

-You lost the gift wars! -It's for both of you, Scarleth.

-You have to share it with her. -You'll have to lend it to me.

Yeah right, you’ll have to pay me, like with public phones.

She nicks my underwear and asks me to pay for the phone!

Hey, I’ll call you about the job on Monday.

The sales promoter job?

I'll see what I can do.

Juan.

What are they doing out there?

They’re looking for Vale,

seeing if we buried her in the backyard.

-But why? -Doesn't matter. No one will help us.

We’ll have to find her ourselves.

Try this one.

I don't know.

-Hey. -What?

You might fool her, but you don't fool me.

Who did that to you?

I already told you, I don’t remember.

Don't bullshit me, Scarleth.

I remember entering the place.

I started to dance, I had a drink and so on.

I was talking with a bunch of people, and suddenly...

It all went dark...

I remember waking up the next day in the hospital, all beaten up.

And that's it.

The doctor said you were lucky to be alive.

Not even close.

Don't ever go back there.

I think this shirt will look good on you.

You said it was a granny shirt.

Yeah, but it will look good on you, you’re paler.

Don't you ever leave me alone.

Never.

Okay.

Put this on. It is more colourful.

It's all right.

Hey, what if we call a taxi?

Okay, call it right away.

Give me that. Hello? Taxi?

Yes, I'm here with Scarleth. Why don't you fetch us right away?

And send some hot guys.

-Can you imagine? -Give me that. I'll call.

Hey, chill.

This was meant to be for the both of us.

Give it to me.

Calm down.

Sure, you’ll pick up if they call you.

-Of course. -Don't you dare lose that job.

Why would I?

Because you're lazy.

Hey, to Huarasiña!

Come on!

Hurry up, Scarleth.

Karla.

-Karla, they'll put up the saints. -Yes, I'm about to finish.

-Girls, don't go too far. -No.

Yes, at twelve we’re meeting up here, so don't you just disappear, Karla.

-Okay, Mummy. -Look, our teacher. Let's go up there.

-Where? -There.

It's ready.

See you.

-Hi, professor. -Hello.

-How are you? -Fine, and you?

Fine.

Karla's parents.

Hi, professor.

-Good evening, sir. -Good evening.

Come in. Welcome.

Good evening.

-Hi. -Good evening.

-Hi. Welcome. -Hi.

-Hi. -Good evening.

It's 120 soles.

We've just arrived. We haven't ordered anything.

Minimum spending is 120 soles.

Sure.

-Here. Keep the change. -Thank you.

We're looking for young girls.

How young?

The youngest you've got.

This way.

No, love.

One at a time.

Yes, of course.

Hey.

It's 30 soles.

Oh, yeah.

-Here you are. -Thank you.

-Wait here. -Yes.

No, no, no, no!

Shush, calm down.

I'm not gonna harm you.

I'm looking for some Chilean girls.

I'm looking for some Chilean girls.

No Chileans.

-No, no, no, no! -Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Quiet!

You're crazy!

I'll have that.

Okay, so...

I'll go find something nicer. See ya.

What the hell are you doing, you dumb bitch?

You've barely healed and you're already fooling around.

What's wrong with you? Who do you think you are? My mum?

I wish you had a mother. She'd smack your arse and lock you in your room.

Why don't you go fuck yourself, bitch?

I'm not yours, you're deluded. I'm not yours. Or what?

Are you gonna provide for me?

Answer me, bitch! Are you gonna provide for me?

Fuck off, bitch.

I'm sick of you and this fucking town. Fuck off.

You go. I ain't going anywhere.

-Fuck off. -I'm telling you I'm not gonna.

Go to hell, bitch.

What are you looking at, you geezer?

-What's wrong with you? -Go fuck yourself, bastard!

Tell me, brother.

Who sent you?

No one.

No one.

I just wanted to party,

get some girls, that's it.

And your partner outside?

Who? No, I came alone.

A degenerate bastard who likes to snatch girls.

Aren't there any whores in Chile?

We don't like tourists, you bastard!

Okay, all right. I come from Chile. My daughter is missing,

and I heard she might be being held captive here.

Do you have her here?

Tell me, is she here or not?

We hate dirty Chilean sluts and meddlesome fucks!

Drop the gun, motherfucker!

Let's do this the easy way!

-Against the wall. -Down, on the floor!

On the floor, don't move!

-Are you okay, Captain? -Yes.

Don't you move or I'll shoot you!

Get them!

-Get them! Come on! -Hurry up, Captain.

Let's go, Captain!

Fuck!

Four.

I called four people before coming here.

Xime,

my mum and dad

and my little brother.

Why did you ask?

In criminology, that’s called emotional anchoring.

When you leave home, Carrasco,

even in the worst of situations, you contact at least one person.

To inform them of your whereabouts,

to say you're okay, to say "happy birthday", anything.

So?

Haven't you noticed that none of the girls from Hospicio called?

Not even once?

Their nan, who took care of them,

their best friend, no one.

Maybe they're ashamed, Captain.

All of them?

All of the missing girls?

The girls at the bar charge 20 soles.

What's their cut? Half of it? No, less than that.

-That's like 1,000 Chilean pesos. -Yeah.

These thousand pesos...

That's not even a fifth of what they could earn in Chile

doing the exact same job.

So, these girls left Hospicio to make a thousand pesos in Tacna?

That doesn't make sense.

We're wasting our time.

-And the information? -The information?

The information was flawed.

We shouldn't have come.

I haven't thanked you for yesterday, Carrasco.

I can recommend you for a mention of merit, you well deserve it.

Don't bother, Captain.

No one really reads those things.

I was just doing my job, anyway.

I wasn't gonna leave you with those thugs.

In any case,

thanks a lot, Captain.

Really.

My wife had an affair with my direct superior, a colonel.

I reacted badly.

That's why I'm here.

Did you punch anyone?

Yes.

My superior, that is. Not her.

Sure.

I'd thought they'd dismiss me, but...

But he didn't report me.

His reputation would have suffered.

So they sent me here, to Hospicio.

To solve a case

that everyone deems lost.

Look, Captain, I...

I haven't always been good to Xime, and...

If she did something like that to me, I think I would also react badly.

I would explode.

So I understand you.

Anyway, chin up!

We have to make the best of things.

Who knows? You might get lucky with a woman from Iquique.

"The lack of emotional anchoring in all of the cases

"leads us to believe that the minors did not abandon their homes."

"Emotional anchoring."

What the fuck is that, Rojas?

"We recommend

"changing the approach of the investigation.

"A serial killer may be involved."

A serial killer.

Are you mad, Rojas?

I've already told you. They didn't leave willingly.

If we insist on that theory, we'll be wasting time and resources.

Carrasco, do you agree?

Yes, Major. Don't get me wrong, but...

The so-called Chileans turned out to be Peruvians.

The information we were given was wrong.

A prostitute in Tacna told us they'd rather come here to work

because the pay is better,

and that one of the most sought-after venues

is just outside Iquique. Does that ring a bell?

With all due respect, Rojas,

you can’t believe the first hooker you happen to find.

The gang we busted brought Peruvians and Colombians to Chile.

Not the other way around.

We must change our approach, Major.

They are not runaways, they're homicide victims.

And the killer is here, not in Peru.

A psychopath.

You watch too much TV, Rojas.

Besides, you cannot just bring into question all the work we've done.

To be frank, I haven't seen much work going on, Major.

And more girls keep going missing.

Major.

If you'll excuse me.

I'm sorry, but I can't keep on waiting.

Could you wait just a little longer?

-I'm already 20 minutes late... -I know. Sorry.

I know, let me call her one more time. I'm sorry.

Damn it, Scarleth.

Based on "El horror en pantalones cortos" by Rodrigo Fluxá