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- Bye, Marta! - See you on the outside!

You take care.

- Hey! - I'll go with her.

- Will you behave? - Yes.

No further, Z�rate.

- Candela, kiss Julia goodbye. - Bye, Cande.

Let's go, Z�rate.

Let's go.

- Let's go. - Coming!

Come on.

Take care of your mommy.

- Take care. - Come on, Rojo.

- I'll come visit. - Have fun.

- Bye. - Take care.

Who's the bear's friend?

- Here's another bear. - I don't know.

What's his name? Stick it up there.

What's his name?

Pepe.

Pepe? Good.

Here comes the witch.

And the knight attacks her. Look.

The butterfly comes to see if the witch is okay.

Show me.

He covers her up?

He's upside down?

Look at the witch all covered up.

- Hello. - Hello.

Where's Tom�s?

At kindergarten.

They didn't tell you I'd come to see you both?

They did, but... he's better off there.

Well...

This is for him.

It's very pretty. Did you make it?

- Yes. - What is it?

A cement truck.

Why did you come?

After the last time we met...

I started thinking.

The truth is, I'm not alone, either.

I think of you and Tom�s all the time.

Maybe...

we could be together when we get out.

That's ridiculous.

Why?

I'm not getting out, Ramiro.

I could talk to the lawyer,

change my statement.

Guard, may I?

- No, don't touch me. - Julia...

- Look at me. - No.

It's me.

Stop, please.

You look pretty.

Slowly, a little more.

A little more?

Let me see.

Want me to carry you?

- Is he any better? - The fever's down.

He's much better. Did you get an appointment?

Yes, this afternoon.

Tomorrow he gets a complete check-up...

to make sure everything's okay.

You get results the same day?

I think so. It's quick.

- Be a good boy. - Yes.

- Yes? - Yes.

- Bye. - Call me.

- Don't worry. - Take care of him.

Bye, Tommy. Love you.

Take him out to play.

Here we are.

Hello. Give me a hand.

Hi. Yes.

Is his room ready?

I don't like you washing my hair.

Yes, an appointment.

I need to set a date.

I'll just have a look.

- I don't like elephants. - What's wrong?

You liked the pictures.

- It's a nice elephant. - I'm scared. Let's go home.

This is Sof�a, leave a message.

Mother, it's me.

I want to know about Tom�s. I'm worried. Call me back.

I left lots of messages.

Hello, Casman. It's Julia Z�rate.

I must talk to you.

Where's Tom�s? Please call me.

- Where's Tom�s? - At home.

- Is he okay? - He's okay.

It's better this way.

For your file.

Just for a few days. He's with your mom.

- It's important. - Tell him to leave.

I have to talk to you.

Okay.

Bring Tom�s to me.

Tom�s is at home.

He had a slight fever. He's with Estela.

- Who? - She takes care of him.

I take care of him. Bring him to me.

At the start, it was good for him to be with you,

you were feeding him, but he's got to get out.

Mother, bring me Tom�s. I beg you.

Go get him.

He shouldn't be here.

You have no right to decide.

You can't bring that fucker here.

Go get Tom�s. I beg you to do so!

- He's your son, but he's not yours. - He's mine, my son!

- So go get him. - You don't want to listen...

but deep inside, you know I'm right.

- Look, mom... - There's no reason for him...

- to be locked up here! - Look, mom...

You don't decide what Tom�s does!

I decide. You understand? Fucking bitch!

Bring him back! I'll kill you!

I'm going to kill you!

- Easy. - Let me go!

Stop it, Julia!

Bring him back!

- Fucking bitch! - Calm down, please!

Bring him or I'll kill you!

- I'll kill you! - Leave her!

I'll get you and kill you, you bitch!

- Don't hit her! - Stop!

Fucking bitch!

Let me go! I'll kill you!

I'm going to get you and I'll kill you, bitch!

Julia, calm down! Leave her!

- Don't hit herl - Did you hear?

- Don't hit herl - Let me go!

Let me go, bitch!

- Let me go! - Julial

Fucking bitch!

Leave her alonel You're hurting herl

Let me go!

Let me go! You're hurting me!

I'll call the head warden!

Let me go! I want Tom�s back!

Let me go!

You don't understand!

Leave me alone! Let me go!

Get out! Let me go!

Let me go, bitch!

Open up, bitchl

You fucking dykel

Rusa!

Rusa!

Rusa! Call Marta!

- Rusa! - Julial

Tell her they took Tom�s away from me!

I'll tell her.

Take carel

Guard!

Do you know anything about my son?

Guard! Guard!

Guard!

Guard!

Guard!

Where's my son? Call the head warden.

I need to see him. Call him.

Call the head warden! Call him!

- Call him, you fucking dyke! - I'll call him.

Call the head warden!

Guard!

Bitch! I'll get you, you bitch!

Call the head warden!

- I need to see the head warden. - We'll see.

- No, now. - Come on.

Guard!

- What, Z�rate? - I need to see the head warden.

- He isn't here. - Well, call him.

- What? - Call him. I need to see him.

Don't you understand?

- I need to talk to him. - Go back to your cell.

I won't go back to my cell. I need my son here.

- I want to talk to the head warden. - Tomorrow they'll bring your son.

- No, I need to see him now. - The head warden comes tomorrow.

Don't be a pain. Go back to your cell!

Call the chief. I won't wait!

No way. Go to your cell!

- I want to talk now! - What's going on?

Stay out of this. Go back to your cell!

- I need to see Tom�s! Call the chief! - Go to your cell!

Look at the shit you started! Go to your cell!

I don't care! Get the chief.

- Go and look for the chief! - Go back to your cell!

Some shit you started, Z�rate! Go to your cell.

Giris, wake up! They took Z�rate's kid!

- Call the chief! - The warden comes in the morning!

No! I won't wait for tomorrow.

- Call the chief! - The head warden is not here.

- Call the chief then! - Shut up!

Go to your cell!

Quit making trouble. Go to your cell!

- I won't go. - Look at the mess you've made!

Come on, giris! We've taken Cell Block 1!

- What's going on here? - Get down!

- Get down! - I told you to get down!

What's going on, Z�rate? What's the problem?

- Shut up! - What's the problem?

What's the problem?

I want to see the head warden. I want my son back.

Bring her son. This is a mess.

No diapers, no milk...

He's her son. Give him back.

- We can't go on like this! - Shut up!

Not in these conditions. Let's try to talk.

They are telling you he's not here and he's not!

Stop it, giris. Cool it.

Calm down, everyone, please. Just a second.

Wait a second! Stop, stop!

She won't come out in these conditions.

You want her to come out?

Get down off the table.

- Get down off the table! - Open the door!

Get down off the table!

Hurry up, kids! Get in there!

�Come on, Pacha!

The pillows, quick! Get some water!

Come on, giris, hurry up!

It's inadmissiblel

Things like this are not supposed to happen here.

You'll get Tom�s back,

but first, calm down.

Okay?

The head warden is on his way.

- What's going on? - I just want to talk to you.

- I need my son! - Calm down! What's going on there?

She wants her son. See what she's done.

What happened here? What did you do?

Nothing. I've been asking to see you...

for five hours!

- Look what you did. - I didn't start this.

I only wanted to talk to you!

Calm down. If not, we can't talk.

I have a family. This is your fault.

Okay! But this is yourjob!

- My son is all I have. - Look. What do I do now.

Look at all this mess. What do I do now.

- It has nothing to do with me. - Okay, calm down...

- Stop shouting at me. - I want him back!

- Don't shout. We'll talk. - You let them take him away.

- You let my mother take him away! - I won't help you like this.

This is no way to ask.

- I didn't ask for this. - You stirred everyone up.

No one listened to me.

Now, I'm listening.

Let's agree on something. Can we talk?

Let's do something. I'll help you with the court...

to get your kid back.

You want your son? But you put an end to this mess.

The giris are worked up because of you.

There are kids there.

They've started a fire.

Kids like your son, kids who played with your son.

So, let's calm things down.

I help you, you help me.

This isn't the way a jail operates.

Do we have a deal?

Calm down.

It's over.

Fucker! Bunch of assholes!

Faggots!

Let's go get them! Motherfucker!

Julia... After our talk,

we organized this assessment meeting,

to decide whether Tom�s stays with you until he's four.

This is not our decisi�n.

The Court decides.

Through this one-way mirror,

we'll observe Tom�s.

I'll see him alone first.

Okay, Tommy, pile them up.

Which is the smallest?

- A big one. - A really big one.

Hi...

Hi there, precious.

Hey, look at me.

Hi.

Miss me? No?

I missed you a lot, you know.

Give me a kiss? A hug?

These gentlemen over there...

are the ones who think you shouldn't be with me.

- Were you hurt? - No, that's old.

Good, here we are.

Marta knows me well, she knows how I work.

I need your trust...

and your honesty.

First, we need to solve your legal status,

and get a prison term as short as possible.

The best we can hope for is eight years.

- No, that's too long... - You've done four.

In 1 year and 6 to 10 months, you're out of here.

- I can't stand it. - Calm down.

- Then... - And Tom�s?

Once you've been sentenced,

you'll get leave.

- Do you trust me? - Yes.

That's very important.

What was the relationship between Nahuel and Ramiro?

What was your relationship with them?

Following the Penal Code, we'll now proceed...

with a confrontation between the accused,

Ramiro Nievas and Julia Z�rate.

I was sleeping with... Nahuel Heredia,

when I heard the door open.

She came in, she started to scream at us.

- I didn't want a fight. - That's a lie.

- It wasn't an accident. - Silence.

Silence, young lady. Carry on. Look at her, please.

Ramiro, tell the truth. Don't lie.

It's not a lie.

She started to shout, pulled us out of bed...

and started throwing things at us.

- Nahuel tried to restrain her. - He's lying!

She grabbed the knife. It was very complicated.

- He's lying. Ramiro, don't lie. - Please, Z�rate.

- He's lying! - Z�rate...

- Do you have something to say? Do it! - Yes, of course!

He's lying. That's not what happened.

- I came home... - Tell me what happened.

- I came home and they were... - Look at him.

They were in my bed, arguing.

They weren't sleeping?

No! They were arguing, hitting each other.

Why were they arguing? Do you know why?

- That's not true. - It is!

What did you do, then?

- I went in... - Look at him.

Ramiro was all bloody. Nahuel was holding the knife.

- Ramiro, tell the truth! - You know it wasn't me.

- I didn't say that! - Look at me.

I didn't say it was you! I tried to defend you!

- But I didn't have the knife! - But it was an accident.

But I didn't have the knife! You did!

I arrived and you were both fighting.

- You were holding the knife. - I didn't have it.

No, Nahuel had it!

- What are you saying? - I didn't bring it.

Why do you say that I had it? I didn't have the knife!

- You two were arguing. - It wasn't me.

I'm not saying it was you,

I'm saying I didn't bring the knife,

but you both had the knife. You were fighting in my bed.

- In my house, in my bed! - I didn't kill anyone!

You're a son of a bitch.

Please, no insults. Continue.

I don't remember anything else.

I don't get you.

As a child, her mother left her...

in the care of her sick father.

As a grown-up, two men subject her to all sorts of humiliations.

The abuse suffered by Julia is not a crime,

but it served to crush her, insult her, humiliate her...

beyond tolerable limits.

As a result of this abuse, on July 14,

Julia Z�rate discovered she was pregnant.

Anything else?

No, Your Honour.

In relation to Ramiro Nievas,

considering what is in his file,

he is to be acquitted,

as there is insufficient evidence...

to find him guilty.

The Court sentences Julia Z�rate,

Argentinean, single, a college student,

born November 8, 1980,

the daughter of Tom�s Z�rate and Sof�a Ang�lica Giusti,

responsible for first-degree murder,

to 10 years' imprisonment.

Let it be notified,

recorded and filed.

Lead the accused out.

- Miss me? - Yes, I do.

- You want to see me? - A little.

- Are you crying, Mommy? - No, I have a cold.

- Let me talk to Grandma. - She's not here.

- Where is she? - I don't know.

- Are you alone? - No, with Andrea.

- Is Andrea nice to you? - Yes.

- Tell Grandma to bring you. - I told her.

Tell her I want to see you.

Okay, I'll tell her again.

When are you coming to visit? Soon?

Yes, soon.

"Gato". What type of word is it? Oxytone, paroxytone, proparoxytone?

- It's paroxytone. - Paroxytone.

Right. "P�jaro".

- An oxyotone word? - "Arroz".

- "Arroz". - "Arroz".

- Do you have the cards? - Yes.

- How many? - Ten.

Okay, check them.

Better count them.

- I can't take it anymore, Marta. - You can. Take it easy.

- You got the papers? - It's being arranged.

You said that last week.

I'm on it.

- You're sure? - Positive.

- It's so close. - See you soon.

A big kiss. Love you.

- See you soon. - Bye.

- How long's the trip? - Two hours.

- How long is your leave? - Twelve hours.

You only have eight hours. Give this to your kid.

- Thank you. - Kiss Tommy for me.

I love you.

- You look real cute. - Okay.

- Z�rate, let's gol - I'm coming!

- Bye, Julia, take care. - Bye...

- Bye, Julia. - Bye.

- Good luck. - Z�ratel

- Coming. - Don't forget the smokes.

No, I'll get them.

In a hurry, huh?

Door!

Door!

Send this to my cousin.

- Okay. - See you tomorrow.

- Good luck. Kiss your baby for me. - Thanks.

Bye, Julial Don't look backl

Processing.

- Full name? - Julia Z�rate.

- I.D. Number? - 27010989.

- Father's name? - Tom�s Z�rate.

- Mother's name? - Sof�a Giusti.

Ready.

- Ready? - Yes.

Transfer!

- Hello. - Hi.

Good, you're here.

I'm on my way out.

That suits you.

- Tom�s? - He's waiting for you in his room.

- Okay. - I'll be back in a little while.

Guard, can I see my son?

Go ahead.

Hey, will you give a hug?

What's this? A dragon's tail?

Cool! A cap, too.

A cape!

Excuse me, guard. Can I speak to her?

Go ahead.

- Tom�s wants his snack. - I'll get it.

- Okay. - Would you like some tea?

Sure.

- Go ahead. - I'll take it to him.

Thank you.

- You give him chocolate, too? - Yes, of course.

Thanks.

Do you want to go to the beach?

Yes? We go to the beach...

And we'll fight the dragons?

What do we take?

What do we take?

We take the dog.

Let's go to the beach! Let's go!

Do we go to the beach? Yes?

To the beach!

To the beach, this way...

Don't make a sound. Shush!

So what did the prince do?

What did the prince do, Tommy? Come on.

Come with me.

Guard... Can I have some water, please?

- A glass of water? - Yes, come in.

- Where can I get a glass? - Up there.

Z�rate, open this doorl

Z�rate, open upl Are you crazy?

Okay, let's go. Come, Tommy.

Z�rate, open the doorl

You're taking the kid? They'll kill you.

- Mom. - Let's go.

Let's go.

- And the dog? - What?

- What? - Where's the dog?

Z�rate, open the door. I know you're therel

Don't do something crazyl

Okay, let's take the stairs.

Give me your hand.

Here's the dog.

Come on.

Come.

Let me carry you.

Here.

I cut my hair like you.

- You did? - Yes.

- You like it like that? - Yes.

Great.

Look.

Do you want to go to the beach?

What kind of beach?

With water and lots of sand.

- Lots of sand? - Yes. Lots of sand.

Cool!

A beach with lots of sand?

Let's go to the mountains. Where can we go?

- To a park? - I said I want to go to a beach.

Watch your head.

- Tickets. - When do we go back?

- Tickets, thank you... - When do we go back?

- We'll see. A little later. - When is Grandma coming?

- Do you want to see the river? - Yes.

- How are you? - Good.

He's grown!

Don't wake him up.

This is yours.

- Look at the picture. - Here's Tommy's.

- Are they good? - Sure, they're fine.

Put them away.

Some clothes for you and for him.

Thank you.

You look pretty.

How much longer?

About five hours.

Put this away.

How are things?

I'm working a little.

- The kids? - We get by.

- What? - It's a mess.

With all of them, it's a mess.

- Not in trouble, huh? - Nah.

Hey, come here! Don't run.

Give me your hand.

Wait for me.

I'll get you!

- Good afternoon. Name? - Zarategui.

- Where d'you come from? - Buenos Aires.

- What part? - The city.

- Go ahead. - Thank you.

- Pick me up. - Yes, come with me.

Careful, Mom.

Look at the water.

- Are we going to cross it? - Yes.

- My hand is a rock. - Then, throw it away.

Are you happy? We're almost there.

Yes, nearly. See?

Look over there.

See how close?

Look over there, where the flag is.

Like it?

Here we are.

Off we go.

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