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[water running, muffled and distant]

[brooding music creeping in]

-[banging on door] -[gasps]

[gasp]

-[knocking] -[breathing shakily]

[tense music playing]

[breathing shakily]

[loud clatter]

[knocking returns, louder]

[breathing shakily]

[tense music builds]

[shaky breathing, surging]

What are you doing here?

CAUGHT

[shaky breathing continues, echoing in the dark]

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY HARLAN COBEN

[indistinct chatter]

[Bruno] We should go check it out. It's right by the skate park,

so if we don't like it we could just go there instead.

Give me a second.

-What are you doing here? -[scoffs] Wow, that's it?

I came to take you to lunch. Wherever you like. You choose.

No, I can't. I'm going with Fer.

Well, you can tell her she can come with.

Not today. There's a bunch of us.

I'm gonna go.

Fer!

-Bye. -[Bruno] Let's go.

-[teenager] Go with her, dude. -[Bruno] Nah, let's go somewhere else.

[school bell ringing]

-[high-pitched beep] -[car unlocks]

[car door opens]

-[engine starts] -[car door closes]

[suspenseful music playing]

[touchpad clicking]

[suspenseful music continues]

[young woman] Oh my God! Look at this place!

[giggles] Seriously, this hotel is just…

Girl, it's unreal!

Wow, look what he left for me. [giggles]

Like, what?! [giggling]

Look at these shoes! [giggles]

Oh my God…

You see what you're missing out on, girl?!

[touchpad click]

[music turns melancholic]

USERNAME: ANIT FIDDLER PASSWORD: V1VALD1

ANIT FIDDLER LOG IN

FREE VIDEOS FUN&HOT TV

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

[heavy breathing]

[moaning]

[moaning continues]

[moaning quickens]

[moaning continues while classical pieces play]

[clicking]

-Woo! -[pop music playing]

[laughter]

[giggling]

[music fades]

[enigmatic music playing]

COLÓN THEATER VIVALDI / THE FOUR SEASONS

PRESTTON CHAMBER ORCHESTRA FEBRUARY 10TH, 2024

[lone violin note echoing]

[unsettling music rising]

WHATSAPP VIDEO - FEB 10 2024

FEBRUARY 10, 2024

[line calling]

-[Vicky] Ema? -Listen to this.

Martina went to Buenos Aires two months before she went missing.

-Martina Schulz? -I need to know who she traveled with.

-Can you help me out with that? -What's going on? What are you up to, Ema?

Would you check the passenger lists from February 5th forward? Do that for me.

The Carnival was on the 10th.

-I must know if she traveled with Mercer. -Leo Mercer?

-I thought that case was closed. -Guess not.

[loud buzz]

[door closes]

[buzzing]

[dramatic music creeping in]

[Isabel] How are you?

[door closes]

[Facundo] Fine.

Camila?

She still doesn't want to come.

Herrera came by the house today.

They arrested someone in Neuquén.

He might be the one who hurt Camila.

This guy asked a girl to meet him at a boarding house.

Herrera already interviewed the girl,

and he said her situation was exactly like Cami's.

He contacted her through a game.

And they were gonna meet somewhere.

-It can't be, no. -They caught him there. He's under arrest.

Apparently, there's a similar case in Zapala.

Herrera said he wants Cami to go to a police lineup.

To see if this is the son of a bitch who assaulted Cami, not Leo.

[heavy breathing]

[Isabel, trembling] Cami wants to go.

But she wants to go with you.

[shaky breathing]

[dramatic music rises]

[monsters snarling]

[shooting continues]

[shotgun firing in video game]

[monsters snarling]

[Martina] Oh my Go--

[shooting continues]

[sighs] Bruno, can you turn the volume down?

Please?

-[loud gunshot] -[monsters snarling]

[click]

[gunshot]

[wet splatter]

Bruno, can I ask you something?

You already are, Mom.

[shooting continues]

Turn the volume down just a little bit, please.

[laughter in video]

Okay. Do you recognize these girls?

[Bruno] No, who are they?

-I think one of them is Martina Schulz. -[laughter]

Mm, then the other one is Abril?

[shooting continues]

-Do you know this website? -[laughter in video]

Of course.

[Martina] Woo!

Do you use it?

Sometimes.

You make videos?

No, I just watch.

-[loud shooting] -Watch what?

Come on, Mom. Seriously?

[monster snarls]

[gunshot]

Tell me, are there any other girls from your school who use it?

Yeah. Some boys do, too.

Okay, but I'm asking if they're posting videos.

Ah, shit!

-I don't know. I don't know. -[voice in video game] Game over.

[heavy metal music in video game playing]

[turns off TV]

[knocking on door]

[exhales]

[Ema] Dinner will be ready soon, alright?

-Hi. -I have what you asked me for.

Oh, you're the greatest, Vicky.

[Vicky] Mm. Smells delicious.

It's shepherd's pie.

-Wanna have dinner with us? -Why not? Sure.

-What did you find out? -Nothing.

Martina Schulz and Leo Mercer's names do not appear on any passenger lists.

Not only did Leo not travel,

he's also on several of the foundation's Instagram stories.

No, but Martina has to be in here.

-You checked before as well? -The whole month. She isn't there.

She traveled to Buenos Aires.

I'm gonna send you a screenshot with the hotel logo.

-Maybe we'll be able to identify it. -Okay.

-[Bruno] Bye! -Hey, hey!

-[Vicky] What am I? Invisible? -[Bruno] Oh, you good?

Yeah, you?

-You're not staying for dinner? -No.

But I just made dinner for us. Can you cancel?

No.

Enjoy dinner.

[door opens and closes]

[Juliana] Here. Let me know if you need anything.

[woman] Thank you, love.

I'll get you something to eat.

[Armando] I'm not hungry.

Well, you have to have breakfast.

You can't not eat.

So I talked to your father.

I think it's best if you stay with him for a while.

-What am I gonna do at Dad's? -Same as here, but at a different school.

No, it's not the same.

The baby's there, I don't…

think this is necessary.

Well, you also don't think eating's necessary.

I don't want to.

I just don't fit in there.

Come on, eat.

Who's that?

Hi there. Can we talk for a second?

Abril, right?

I watched what you sent me.

May I ask you some questions?

You gave that flash drive to me 'cause you know you can trust me.

Let's go.

Uh, I'll catch up. You go ahead.

[pebble clatters]

You know how long she'd been doing those videos?

I don't know.

About a year.

Whenever we got bored, we'd record a video,

and she'd upload it to ConX.

At first, both of us shared the same account.

But when she started getting racy, she created one of her own.

Her username was Anit Fiddler.

She didn't like talking about it.

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

[heavy breathing]

[moaning]

[moaning quickens]

[music ends abruptly]

WARM, NEUTRAL, PARTY, FILTERS SETTINGS

[Germán] Martu, dinner's ready!

Coming!

[Abril] Martina uploaded stuff to that website.

She had fans who paid to watch her videos.

She was good at it. She was making money.

She had this fan who would pay big.

A fan?

LIKED BY 20 PEOPLE

[Germán] Martu!

LOVE23 SENT YOU $80,000

[coins clinking]

THXXX

[chime]

[typing notification chimes]

LOVE23 THX?

[chuckle]

[typing]

HAHA, THANKS. YOU DIDN'T SAY YOU WERE AN OLDER GUY

LOVE23 NOT THAT OLD…

[chime]

I'D LIKE TO MAKE A PROPOSAL THIS TIME…

TRUST ME, WHAT I'LL GIVE YOU IN RETURN WILL BLOW YOUR MIND

[tense music playing]

[website chimes]

[notification chime repeats insistently]

LOVE23 WOULD YOU DO A LIVE ONE IN FRONT OF ME?

-[sudden knocking on door] -[gasps]

-Honey, come down, please. -[Martina] Yeah, I'm coming.

[Abril] He even paid for her trip to Buenos Aires.

-[Ema] And what did she tell her parents? -That she was with me all weekend.

She wasn't sure about the trip at first.

She wanted company.

But I didn't wanna go.

She went to see him anyways.

When she finally came back, she was…

different.

The way she acted. She was a different person.

She said something really heavy had happened.

She didn't say anything about the guy or the trip.

The night of the party, she seemed off.

I tried to talk to her a few times, but she kept ignoring me.

There's something I don't get.

If you knew she'd been to Buenos Aires with an older guy,

why didn't you go tell the police about it?

I told the police everything. They did nothing.

Which is why I gave you the flash drive today at school.

Something happened at the hotel.

The man who killed her was probably there.

[desolate violin note lingers]

[Ema] You act like what I'm telling you is irrelevant to this investigation.

-Well, I didn't mean to. -Oh well, it feels like it.

-[woman] Commissioner. FHWA's here. -Really? I spoke to them yesterday.

The patrol car. He says there's more than 30 people.

Okay, send them a patrol car and talk to the Fire Department.

-I need two minutes. -Okay.

Look, we knew right from the beginning

that Martina Schulz had created a ConX account

and that a grown man wanted to go on a date with her.

And that he did, in fact, go on the date that you mentioned to me.

-Yeah. -Good.

We followed the lead using the information the girl gave us.

-What was her name again? -Abril Rojas.

Right, well, it didn't get us anywhere.

'Cause this guy had a perfect alibi for the day that Martina died.

Who was Martina with in Buenos Aires?

We have to respect the victim's privacy.

-Who is he? -[woman] Commissioner.

The patrol car's still in Valle Azul. They say they're not gonna make it.

-Fine. Tell 'em I'm coming. -[Ema] No, my two minutes aren't up yet.

[Herrera sighs]

In Los Maitenes, a woman's reporting that her husband hit her.

In Lomas del Cauquén, a drunk man was run over by a car.

He's refusing to see a doctor, and he even got violent.

They're asking me for a patrol car 'cause there's a roadblock protest going on.

-Why are you saying all this? -I'm saying I'm working.

So am I. I don't get why you can't just tell me.

The guy wasn't in Argentina at the time, which means he isn't the killer.

Well, all the more reason. Tell me who he is.

Garay…

this has to end.

Do you understand?

You gonna stay in the office? I'll get you some coffee.

I'm off to work.

[loud bang]

[loud bang]

[locker slams open]

Wanna go for a ride?

On your motorcycle? No, thanks. I'd rather walk.

[Gael] Come on. At least let me take you home.

No.

[Gael] I have something for you.

What?

It's a surprise. You'll see.

[subtly tense music playing]

CEM #48 - HIGH SCHOOL

Put this on.

[engine starts]

Hey. I found a hotel with the same exact logo in Buenos Aires.

-I'll email you the details. -[Ema, warbled] Amazing.

Something else. We forgot about private flights.

What?

The passenger list.

Martina might have flown by private jet. Can you get that list?

Hey, I can barely hear you. Where are you?

In Buenos Aires.

-Are you kidding me, Ema? -No, I just arrived.

I took the three o'clock flight.

I need to know what happened to Martina. Sitting in our office isn't enough.

Remember we have a virtual meeting with Tando about the prosecution issue.

Alright, reschedule the meeting for later today, okay?

-No, tomorrow's better, actually. -Fine, fine.

Once you've looked at the private flights, let me know.

Okay.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Gael] It's here. Get off.

Where are you going?

[Gael] Come on.

[Sofía] Where's my surprise?

Wait, you'll see. Give me your backpack.

Be careful.

Good.

But where? Where is it?

Don't be scared. Come on.

[door creaking]

[tense music playing]

Come on.

[door creaking]

[tense music continues]

[Gael] Come here, sit down.

Hey, don't be scared.

[tense music continues]

[music box playing Tchaikovsky's "Scene from Act II" from Swan Lake]

[Gael] It was for your sister.

But you can have it.

It's yours now.

[majestic piano chords playing]

Good afternoon.

Madariaga. Theater press officer.

-Pleasure. -How are you? Ema Garay.

-I wrote to you about the box seat. -Yes. Come with me, please.

Alright. Thank you.

I loved your piece on the scammer priest.

Incredible.

I was an altar boy in my hometown. And I can assure you,

there were plenty of other priests just like him.

Box 25. The fourth one on the second floor.

That one right there.

-Can I go up there? -Yes, of course.

[mysterious music playing]

SAARLAND GROUP

[footsteps echoing]

[melancholic music playing]

[music soaring]

[applause]

[applause fades to silence]

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

["Summer" continues playing]

[elevator dings]

["Summer" continues playing]

You have no idea what this place is like.

It's incredible. I'll send you a video, because I can't believe it.

[phone chimes]

Oh my God, look at this place!

[giggles]

Seriously, this hotel is amazing!

Wow, look what he left for me.

Girl, girl, this place is unreal.

Like what?

[giggling]

Look at these shoes!

[giggling]

Oh my God…

You see what you're missing out on, girl? [giggling]

["Summer" continues playing]

[man] Martina.

Oh, hey.

[music finishes]

[audience] Bravo!

[cheering and applause]

[typing on phone]

[front desk employee] Here is your card. Enjoy your stay.

-Good evening, may I help you? -Yes, hi… Lautaro.

How are you? Uh, my name is Ema.

So, um… I live in Bariloche

and I'm here unexpectedly in Buenos Aires, so I don't have a reservation.

But my niece gave your hotel a glowing review.

She mentioned a room with a view that was beautiful, just spectacular,

so I'm interested in staying in that room. Does it happen to be available?

Sorry, but I can't give that information out to you…

Martina Schulz. That's my niece.

Can you check?

[typing]

I'm not seeing her name here.

-Strange… -I can offer you anoth--

No. Wait.

I have a picture of the room. She sent it to me. Hold on…

Come on.

It's here somewhere. Just a second.

Here it is.

Ah, yes. Room 1921.

[typing]

-And it's available. How many nights? -One.

-One night, please. -Great.

[unlocking door]

[phone buzzing and ringing]

Hi.

[Vicky] Hey. You realize Diego keeps asking me where you are, right?

I know. I have a million missed calls from him.

I'm in the hotel room now.

Oh, you mean you're--

-Did you find anything? -No, no, no. I just got here.

Did you find anything?

Well, private jets don't keep passenger records.

All I could find out was whether they were medical flights, air taxis,

or private or company planes. But you can't know who was on the flight.

Check for "Saarland" in the records.

Let's see.

Saarland…

SAARLAND GROUP

-How did you know? -I'll tell you later.

What can you tell me about the Saarland Group?

-Other than they own half of Bariloche. -Uh, hold on.

-Feels like you're quizzing me now. -[typing]

Let's see.

[mouse click]

HOTELS - REAL ESTATE PROJECTS OUR MISSION

Website says the company's based in Argentinian Patagonia,

and several subsidiaries throughout South America,

all funded and run by the visionary Briguel family…

[Ema] Briguel.

Who has access to the plane? Find out.

Find out if they own this hotel as well.

Okay, sure.

Be careful, Ema, please. Bye.

[Ema] Bye.

[phone beeps]

["Puede Ser" by Conociendo Rusia playing over speakers]

[dramatic music playing]

[tapping on bottle]

[all tapping rhythmically]

[dramatic music heightens]

MOM

[phone buzzing]

[buzzing stops]

[voice mail] Hi, this is Bruno. I can't come to the phone right now--

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

[Briguel] It's Fran Briguel.

I believe you're looking for me.

May I?

How do you feel in this room?

Help yourself to anything you like.

I'll cover it.

Now, personally, I would recommend the extra brut.

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Yes, thank you.

Right…

Nothing that I tell you will come as much of a surprise.

It's the same statement I gave to the authorities at the time.

[sniffles]

I understand it's your job to ask me the same questions,

but I want you to know what I'm about to tell you

is entirely off the record, so you can't publish any of it.

Understood.

You don't have any hidden mics on you, do you?

You aren't recording me on your phone?

I wouldn't like to find out you were lying.

I don't do that kind of thing, so don't worry.

From what I've seen, you give that impression.

But I really don't think I fit the profile for one of your so-called Caught pieces.

Well, that's ultimately up to me, hm?

Ask anything you'd like.

Did you know Martina Schulz?

[knocking on door]

[Briguel] Come in.

[door opens]

Thank you.

Did you know Martina Schulz?

[uneasy music creeping in]

Well, I know Anit Fiddler.

She was on ConX.

Mm-hm.

And you asked her to come to Buenos Aires, to this hotel.

What were your intentions?

[breathes in]

Martina seemed like a very creative person to me.

A real artist.

Her work, her videos, they're diamonds in the rough, you know?

Like little treasures

Hidden, lost within tons and tons of garbage.

Which is why you paid for her private flight,

and a ticket to Teatro Colón? For the love of her art?

Oh yes.

Bariloche is small. Provincial.

So, I couldn't resist the temptation to give her something special.

Something… that she'd remember the rest of her life.

And when I heard what happened…

I felt blessed.

I got to give her that.

And what happened with her here in this room?

I asked her to do a live show for me.

That's why I invited her to Buenos Aires.

She'd come to town and shoot a video here, in this room.

And I paid to be the first-hand witness to her creation.

I paid her quite well, by the way.

And did you tell the police about what you'd done?

Oh yes.

And after that, you were dismissed?

Yes. Why wouldn't they release me?

Nothing that I did was a crime, nor is it punishable by law.

Well, I don't know.

You fly in some underage girl from Bariloche,

pay to watch her masturbate in front of you,

and the police thought that was completely normal? Are you serious?

What were you doing the night Martina was murdered?

Don't misunderstand.

Just because I'm here, speaking to you as if we were both equals,

does not mean that we are equals.

[uneasy music continues]

I'm sure there's a voice inside that little head of yours that,

right now, is telling you, "You're in danger. Be careful."

My advice?

Listen to what that voice is telling you.

Good night.

[exhales softly]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[officer] Put on the balaclava that's on the table.

Take your time. It's alright, honey.

Don't worry if you're not sure. It's okay.

[officer] Turn sideways so we can see your profile,

and then look ahead again.

Send in the next one.

Put on the balaclava that's on the table, and step forward.

[tense music playing]

[officer] Now, just as you are, stand still and look ahead.

I told you to look ahead.

[tense music continues]

It's him.

[woman] Are you sure it's him?

[shaky breathing]

[music turns sorrowful]

[beep]

[exhales softly]

[revelatory music playing]

[elevator ding]

[automated voice] Going down.

[Ema] Lautaro? Sorry, can I talk to you for a minute?

-I'm available at the front desk, ma'am. -Yes, but I need to talk to you now.

Um… I actually lied to you earlier.

[footsteps approaching]

This is Martina Schulz.

She's not my niece.

But she did stay at this hotel, and two months later, she was murdered.

I'm a journalist investigating her case.

One of your security cameras may have captured something important.

It's the camera that's in the hallway on the 19th floor.

Would you be able to help me?

Without that footage, this investigation will be a failure.

Ma'am, I only just started working here. I can't afford to take that risk.

-I'm sorry. -No, no.

I don't want you to get in trouble.

But you need to know that your help now

could be really important in finding out who killed Martina.

[swallows]

Here, I'll leave you my card.

And… I'm gonna write down the date that I need to check.

February 10th. Thank you.

[airplane engine rumbles]

[subdued emotional music playing]

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

I HOPE YOU FIND IT

[emotional music continues]

[quiet, anticipatory music lingers]

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[music pauses]

[sighs]

[suspenseful music resumes]

[suspenseful music builds]

[music fades]

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY HARLAN COBEN

[closing theme music playing]

[music fades]