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Carlos!

Carlitos!

Carlos!

What's going on, Carlitos?

What are you doing? Carlos, dude!

Stop it!

Get out of here! Just get the hell out!

Leave me alone!

Wait, Carlos! Don't do it!

-Stop it, dude! -No!

-I won't stop! -Calm down!

No!

No, get out of here! Get out!

I told you to get out!

Just stop it, stop.

Breathe, there you go.

Just breathe.

What's wrong with you?

What the hell is wrong with you?!

You have a home here!

I'm the only person who gives a damn about you,

the rest of the world doesn't give a shit.

You're nothing. Nobodies.

You don't exist.

You're a bunch of lowlifes.

You're nothing but hoodlums, pieces of shit,

human excrement.

This is the only place you're human beings.

Clean up this mess.

-The ones who started it? -No, all of you.

-But they-- -You're all doing it.

I don't give a damn who started it!

-It was their fault. -We were only--

I don't care who started it. Silence.

Silence!

What's so funny, huh?

Let's get this place nice and clean.

Carlos shows severe cognitive impairments.

He's intellectually disabled with possible neurological damage

due to substance abuse.

His narrative abilities are well below average.

How is that relevant?

What happened is not up for debate.

All the forensic examinations concluded "repeated rape".

This kid is mostly an empty container.

He may have a body, but his mind is wrecked.

This kid isn't fit to endure a criminal investigation.

Forcing him to recount his testimony could kill him.

As medical professionals, we can't sign off on this,

and that's what our report is going to state.

You talk about these kids as if they were Power Point slides.

If you had to look after these kids for three months,

you wouldn't know what to do with them.

There's one simple fact here.

A boy was abused. You're perverting the course of justice.

I've brought you many boys like Carlos, many times,

and it's always the same.

You're the reason these rapists keep getting away with it.

That motherfucker is such a snitch.

They'll move on pretty soon.

Nah.

They'll keep teasing me forever and ever.

I'll protect you.

Okay.

Same here.

That's what friends are for.

ACTIONS, NOT WORDS

My grandfather's nickname was also White Bear.

He was a tall guy with huge fists.

He packed a good punch.

Did you live with him? Was he nice to you?

He was ruthless, but I wasn't afraid of him.

My mom and I lived with him for a short time.

You can fight, right? Ever been in a fist fight?

Only once. I almost killed a guy who was harassing me.

"Are you getting up, motherfucker?

Are you getting up, you piece of shit?"

That's what he kept screaming at me. I was only trying to calm him down.

Later I was like, "Who's tougher? Me."

So I went, "Who's tougher?" and he was like, "You are."

That's when they started calling me White Bear.

Under extensive media coverage,

prominent entrepreneur Pablo Kahn was taken into custody

on charges that include running a pedophile ring,

sexual abuse of minors, statutory rape,

child procurement,

and production of child pornography.

The entrepreneur was arrested along with two of his pimps,

according to reports from the sexual crimes division,

who executed the warrant.

Come in, have a seat. We'll call you in a minute.

Thank you.

Thank you for agreeing to see us today.

Blanquita here…

Maybe you've seen her around the shelter.

Yes, I recognize her.

Sure, I also remember you.

Well, Blanquita spent 14 years living with us at the shelter.

She came back recently with her daughter, Samai.

She helps around the shelter with domestic chores.

When new kids arrive, they ask each other questions.

They tell each other their personal stories.

Carlitos told the others what he'd been through.

He told Blanquita about it,

and it triggered some memories that Blanquita had repressed.

I think I should let Blanquita tell you about it herself.

-If you agree, of course. -Sure.

Blanca, I don't know if Father Manuel told you,

but we're here to help.

-I'm a Congresswoman. -Yes, Manuel told me.

Claudia is a psychologist who specializes on these matters.

-What matters? -We handle reports

involving the abuse of minors in different contexts.

I'm accusing the entrepreneur who hosted these parties,

where Carlos was present, as well as other kids,

and apparently, you.

I want you to know we're here to help you.

Thank you, Blanca, for coming to us.

Well, you see…

I was a prostitute living on the streets, and I got hooked on crack cocaine.

I ended up staying at the Chuck Norris underpass.

Anyway…

there was a man who'd drive to the underpass regularly.

Yesterday, I found out that man was Pablo Kahn.

He'd always say we could come over to his house,

and that he could give us food and shelter.

The house was big, up on the hillside.

I lived there for a year.

He said he wanted to shoot a pornographic movie with me.

I was supposed to have sex with another man.

I didn't want to do it, so we'd start fighting.

He would punch me and kick me. He also drugged me.

Sometimes, he would electrocute me.

He would attach wires to my fingers

and hold them in place with some tape.

I still have the scar.

There was a man who'd often come to the house.

We called him Uncle Oscar, but that wasn't his real name.

He sexually abused me for a year.

He also electrocuted me.

So…

Among all the kids, he always chose me.

He said he was my husband.

-Do you know who he is? -Yes, I saw him on TV yesterday.

Blanquita has identified Senator Enrique Vásquez.

I'm sorry, what?

-Senator Enrique Vásquez. -No, that's impossible.

Impossible, I know Enrique. He would never…

I'm sure he raped me for a year.

I'll say it to his face if you want.

Wait a second, Blanca. Are you sure about this?

-I know Enrique very well. -Did he rape you, too?

Do you trust this girl? I mean, is she trustworthy?

Piedad, we can't start off by denying her claims.

That's not what I'm doing, but this is a delicate situation.

I know how hard this is for you, Piedad,

but I have full confidence in Blanquita.

I understand that. Trust me, I do.

What I need to know is whether I can trust her.

I need to make sure this girl is trustworthy.

I've known her for ten years, she's deeply affected by all this,

and she's making a huge effort to share this with us.

She's willing to undergo any necessary assessments.

I agree, let's not press her any further for now.

I know. I know how things are.

Lesion on the inner thigh. Make a note of this.

Abrasion on right thigh, 2.3 inches, inner side.

Got it.

Annular hymen with irregular edge.

"I feel like gunpowder, ready to explode."

True.

"Some people seemingly have everything."

False.

"I thoroughly hate someone."

-What do you mean, thoroughly? -Do you hate someone a lot?

True.

"I want to kill someone."

True.

What do you see?

A white bear.

All right.

How about here?

Two fried eggs.

And here?

Two dogs fucking.

How about this one?

I was seven years old.

I lived with my grandmother.

My dad used to tell me I couldn't tell anyone,

that I had to keep it a secret,

and that if I told anyone, my grandma and I would die.

One day… he raped me,

and banged my head against the bed frame.

So, I passed out.

And then…

My grandma refused to take me to the hospital,

because they'd figure out I'd been beaten and raped.

Since he was her son, she looked the other way.

She never stood up for me.

She cooked my favorite food that day, sausages and rice.

When that happened, did you tell anyone?

I told one of my teachers, but he didn't believe me.

How did you feel back then?

I felt guilty, dirty, gross. I took a shower when I got home.

I lived in the streets since I was ten,

until I was sent to Manuel's shelter.

I lived there until I ran away when I was 14.

Why did you run away from the shelter?

Because I fell in love with an older class monitor,

and Manuel didn't allow romantic relationships.

Anyway, it didn't last.

According to the psychologic evaluation,

she suffers from vivid nightmares, waking hallucinations,

she also displays avoidance behaviors,

such as fixating on television and aversion to sex.

We've also identified Blanca as being naïve and expressive.

She's unable to hide emotions such as joy, sorrow, anger, rage,

and even physical aggression, due to poor impulse control.

Our conclusion is that she doesn't display

any mythomaniac or pseudological traits.

Everything indicates it's not a fabrication.

I can't pledge government funds, it has to come from my pocket.

Give me a number, my secretary will handle it.

Thank you so much.

-Please, be discreet about this. -Of course.

We're doing the right thing.

-What if I regret it? -Why would you?

-What if it goes wrong? -It's going to be fine.

They'll support you.

I don't want support, I want a house.

You'll get it.

Blanca, this is going to be very distressing for you.

This is very difficult, heavy stuff.

But what matters is that justice is done, right?

Some pocket money.

I'll be right by your side.

Shall we ask Him for help?

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

What's up, shorty?

Do you know a girl called Margarita?

She's a short girl, around eight years old,

she has dark skin and long hair.

Have you seen her around here?

Shit, I don't know.

Honestly, I can't remember.

I've seen so many girls, it's hard to remember.

I really don't know.

Be careful, please.

-How much longer? -Patience.

I know that guy. He lived in the house on the hill.

He'd come pick me up in his car.

Margarita was there.

Number four.

Who is he?

I don't remember his name, but I recognize his face.

-I remember seeing him at Pablo's house. -What was he doing there?

He raped a girl in front of me, her name was Margarita.

She must've been around nine years old.

The prosecutor will be with you in a moment.

I need you to look at these men. Take as long as you need.

Tell me if you recognize anyone among your aggressors.

Take as long as you want, I need you to be sure.

Him.

Who is he?

I just found out his name last week,

but he abused me for an entire year.

He'd often tell me:

"I'm your husband, I'll always choose you."

Why do you think he gave you this preferential treatment?

I don't know,

but out of all the kids, he always chose me.

Was he usually drugged when he abused you?

Sometimes.

He'd also force us to take drugs.

I woke up in chains one day,

because there were things I refused to do.

What things?

Well… Uncle Oscar and Pablo wanted us to…

They wanted us to piss and shit all over them.

The other kids and I had to piss on some rags.

They'd bribe us with gifts to get us to do it.

You know, like sweatshirts, sneakers, stuff like that.

The pelvic examination conducted on Blanca

has clearly revealed she underwent sexual abuse.

We can't tell whether the injuries correspond

to the rapes she sustained as a child,

or to the rapes she reported in the context of this investigation.

Her psych evaluations are quite telling,

and the burn marks and scars on her body support her claims.

Now, Carlos is another matter.

I've read through the contents of the psychologists' second report.

I can no longer include him as a witness, Manuel.

Hello, Manuel. How have you been?

What do you want?

I was hoping to talk to Blanquita.

Well…

I really need to talk to her. I know she's in there.

-Get out of here, Marco. -Come on, Manuel.

-Let me speak with her. -You're not welcome here.

A new controversy has arisen in the so-called Kahn case.

Sources claim that the inner circle of the businessman

included a prominent political figure.

Rep. Piedad García, who has led the efforts against the pedophile ring,

held a meeting this morning with prosecutor Laura Lagos

to turn over the information she has on the matter. Afterwards…

-Do you recognize his man? -Yes, he's Pablo Kahn.

Do you recognize this young woman?

-No, I've never seen her. -You lying piece of shit.

Don't you recognize me with my clothes on?!

-Disgusting fucking pervert! -Calm down, Blanca!

If you can't control yourself, we'll end this right here.

Are we clear?

So, you've never seen her.

No, I never have.

All I know is what my lawyer has told me about her.

Yet, she and other minors claim to have been in your house,

and describe your parties and acquaintances.

How do you explain that?

I couldn't tell you.

Mr. Kahn,

was coprophagia practiced at your parties?

Yes.

Why would Blanca be able to describe such things,

unless she'd been present at them?

Perhaps someone leaked that information.

Why would Blanca claim

that she and other minors were sexually abused, regularly molested,

and held against their will at your house?

I don't know what their motivations are,

and I deny all accusations made against me.

Cristina has assisted me and others in previous investigations.

She's going to lead us to Margarita.

Does she see ghosts?

Not really…

She perceives energies that coalesce in her mind,

which helps her find people and uncover things.

I couldn't move my body.

I tried to talk to her, to say something, but my jaw was sore.

It had almost seized up and I couldn't speak.

I pretended I was asleep.

That's when they started raping her.

They kept hitting her and hitting her,

and she was crying while she bled out.

She was bleeding so much that it dripped on the floor.

Four of us slept here.

Margarita slept here, too. They set up a cot for her.

I used to sleep back there, on some mattresses they laid out.

Is this where you last saw Margarita alive?

-Yes. -Did she say anything?

No.

-You never saw her again? -No.

During these searches,

whenever I perceive some sort of energy,

I often start crying, or even scream sometimes.

But when I don't feel anything, I stay quiet.

Just like today.

Be careful.

Manuel…

Manuel?

Manuel, what the fuck?!

Stay calm, stay calm.

-Oh, fuck! -Get down! Get down, Carlos!

-Carlitos, are you okay? -Yes, I'm fine.

I lost control of the car, then they overtook me…

Then they went left.

-I'm done with this. -Blanca…

-They'll kill me and my daughter. -It won't happen.

-They'll kill us all! -No, they're trying to scare us.

No one's getting killed.

I don't want to do this, I'm not your puppet.

Fine, we'll back out.

I don't care about this, I'm not a martyr.

I tried, but it didn't work.

I told you this would be distressing and hard.

-You have to be strong. -I'm not strong, I'm weak!

I'm getting headaches, I can't sleep.

I've been talking all day, for fuck's sake.

I need to spend time with Samai.

I need time for myself, to go out.

How about this?

I'll hire someone good, someone we can trust

to look after Samai.

That way, you can relax.

Sounds good?

Stay here. I'll go check who it is.

I came as soon as I heard. Are you okay?

We're fine, thank you.

How are you holding up?

-I'm okay. -What about Carlitos? How is he doing?

He banged his head, but he's feeling better.

Go get some rest.

It was Kahn's thugs.

That's what the police said.

They're trying to scare you.

There might be others involved in this.

Members of your party?

Do you think they'll let a priest and a random girl ruin them?

What's your plan?

What do you mean?

Do you have a strategy?

Do you have any idea what you're getting into?

You haven't even hired a lawyer.

Manuel, whatever you do, please tell me beforehand.

You need to be careful. They're going to wiretap you.

They're going to monitor your calls and e-mails,

they will investigate your entire life.

I don't know how to ask this, but I have to do it anyway.

Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

What do you mean?

Have you been inappropriate with the kids in the past?

Are you asking if I've raped or molested any of my kids?

Look at me.

No. Never. Not once.

Same goes for the counselors and the staff that works here.

No one's ever laid a finger on any of these kids.

It's true that terrible things have happened here.

Suicide attempts.

Kids get into violent fights every single day.

I lost my temper more than once,

but I never laid a finger on any of them.

Not that I don't have good reasons to.

These kids were raised…

in unbelievably violent environments.

They're so damaged.

I'm blown away by your love for these children.

The kind of love we need here is not the one you mean.

It doesn't come from Heaven. Here, love means money.

Love means funding, infrastructure, psychologists, and teachers.

That's the kind of love we need here.

I know that. That's why I'm here.

I'm tired.

I'm so tired, Piedad.

But I'm fighting this battle until the very end.

I'm going to make them pay, all the Vásquez, all the Kahns,

and all those fucking degenerates who've abused my boys and girls.

I need you. I need you in my corner.

Count on it, Manuel.

My mom was tough, she was a tough cookie.

She had sex with people for a living.

So…

One day, she came home and had a few drinks.

There was boiling water on the stove.

She wanted to throw it at my brother, my baby brother.

But the water fell on top of me.

The next day,

my mom was asleep…

I always took care of him, I was like a parent.

He used to call me "Dad", my little brother.

So then, I'd tell him…

No, forget it.

I can't tell you that story or I'll start crying again.

He has fair skin. His hands… long and thin.

Did he have any scars or moles?

No scars, but he did have moles.

He had a mole on his back and another on his belly.

-What about his dick? -His dick was wrinkly.

One of his balls was higher than the other one.

He'd tell me over and over, "I'm your husband."

He always chose me as his husband.

The car would pull over.

The car was big, with four seats, and it was red.

This was at the central plaza.

We were… we had to wait at the hotel.

Up there in the…

Up in the balcony, just waiting around.

He had… white hair.

You already told me that. Tell me something else.

What about his clothes?

He wore a long shirt.

His pants… were white.

His hands were white and smooth.

His sneakers were low-tops. That's it, that's everything.

I can't focus right now.

I can't do shit with that. Come on, man.

Here, you can't have a childish mentality.

You have to act fast.

If a guy wants to fuck you, you go and fuck him.

I can help you make money, but you have to do as I say.

-What should I do? -Go to the central plaza.

If you see an older guy just standing around,

make eye contact and ask to bum a cigarette.

Then, just bring him over to the private room.

-Got it? -Where is that?

On the second floor, I have some rooms.

I was kidnapped, raped, and humiliated for a long time.

He'd apologize for being fat, he didn't like being fat.

He was fair-skinned.

I remember his body in detail.

I know the way he talks.

I know how he talks.

He has soft, freckled fingers and uneven testicles.

I have many scars in my body from what he did to me,

because there were things I refused to do.

I'm no longer afraid.

I want to say it to his face.

Wrong outfit, Blanca.

-You can't wear that. -Why not?

Because people will get the wrong idea about you.

Do I look like a slut?

-Should I look "more" abused? -I didn't say that.

Put on a sweatshirt, what you always wear.

We agreed those clothes were for a special occasion.

Like this one.

Sure, but it would be a shame if folks started spouting nonsense.

Don't you think?

Oh, and listen to me.

Don't mention Vásquez.

Talk about your experiences at the house, nothing more.

Don't bring him up under any circumstances.

Is that clear?

Let's go.

Meet Blanquita. This is the camera man. Francisco, was it?

Yes, Francisco.

It was me, Robinson, Elsa, Toño…

and Margarita.

I was the oldest one there and I was 14 and a half.

I never saw Margarita again.

Since she was mute, she was like a small animal.

They made her disappear. I think they killed her.

At the underpass…

a man would often come in a black car.

The people at the house called him Uncle Oscar,

but that's not his name. This man was fat, fair-skinned.

He has soft, freckled fingers.

One of his testicles is higher than the other one.

He left many scars on my body,

because there were some things…

things I refused to do.

I'm no longer afraid of Enrique Vásquez.

I want to say it to his face, everything he did to me.

Blanca? Open the door.

Blanca, please open the door.

The so-called star witness in the infamous Kahn case

shares her harrowing testimony for the very first time.

Neither the excessive coverage in the news and social media

nor the threats she's received have discouraged her…

He'd apologize for being fat, he hated that he was.

He's fair-skinned.

He has a scar on his back and a mole on his chest.

There were things I didn't want to do.

I'm no longer afraid of Enrique Vásquez.

I want to say it to his face, everything he did to me.

They kill us and rape us and no one does anything!

And how, and how, how is this allowed?

They kill us and rape us and no one does anything!

Blanca!

Blanca!

Blanquita!

Blanca!

-Blanquita! -What are you doing here?

-Why are you here? Leave me alone. -Please, give me five minutes.

I heard Manuel's looking for you.

-Please, I just need a minute. -I'm not interested.

-Go away. -I went looking for you.

I don't give a shit.

Please, listen to me. I only need one minute.

-Blanquita, listen to me. -Go away or I'll scream.

I saw Marco today at the protest.

He was here the other day. I turned him away.

-Why didn't you tell me? -I didn't want him bothering you.

-I thought he was still in jail. -What difference does it make?

I didn't tell you the whole story.

What?

I moved out of his place later than I said.

I was with him when I was supposedly homeless.

-Can you speak plainly? -During the time we said I was at Kahn's,

I was staying with Marco's aunt.

-Not living on the street! -When did you leave?

As soon as I found out I was pregnant.

Does that mean he is Samai's father?

So, what we told the prosecutor about the crackhead father,

was that a lie?

We're going to stick with our story.

I'll take care of Marco. Don't worry about it.

Good afternoon, excuse me.

That's where salvation comes from!

Good health, miracles!

Because we believe that Christ rose on the third day!

You can declare it!

You can say it loud:

"Oh, Holy Spirit. Come and visit me!"

You can say it!

Come on, raise your hand and declare it right now.

The only one who can transform your heart,

the only one who can work miracles,

the only one who can make your life thrive

goes by the name Jesus Christ!

That's why we worship Him!

You are Waymaker

Miracle worker, promise keeper Light in the darkness

My God, that is who You are

Hello, Marco.

Hello, Manuel.

I'm glad to see you doing so well, Marco.

I really am glad.

I'm not so sure, seeing as you just turned me away.

Blanquita didn't want to talk to you.

She said you harassed her at the march.

-No, I didn't. -That's what she said.

I have to ask you to please leave her alone.

I told you, I need to talk to her.

She's going through a rough time, she can't speak with you.

I guess she'll have to carve out the time.

That's not going to happen, she doesn't want to see you.

I have a duty to protect her, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

I'm worried, Manuel.

-About what? -About the lies.

That show of yours, it's a lie.

What show, Marco?

If I don't speak with her, I'll end this charade myself.

Be careful what you say, she's not lying.

Focus on staying out of trouble,

and leave her be.

The wicked are estranged from the womb.

They've gone astray from birth, those who speak lies, Manuel.

You're like the devil selling crucifixes, Marco.

I don't believe a word you say.

-What do you want? -To talk to her,

to meet my daughter, and help her put an end to this.

She's not your daughter.

She's not your daughter.

Seriously, Manuel. Tell Blanquita to come.

Or else, I'll be forced to speak out.

I don't want to do that.

God listens to the truthful. Be careful.

I've halted the search for Margarita's body.

They've been digging for a week, to no avail.

-Are you sure she was there? -Yes, I'm sure.

Why did you give that interview?

I don't know.

-Did Manuel tell you to do it? -Yes.

Do you think it was the right thing to do?

Yes.

Best of luck, Blanca.

…to be held accountable,

and that the innocent children who were subjected to this abuse

receive proper compensation.

I'm glad that Mr. Kahn remains in custody,

and I hope that his accomplices suffer a similar fate.

I heard a new prosecutor is taking over the case.

-Is it official? -Just rumors for now,

but I know for a fact it's happening.

-What does that mean? -I'm not doing all this again.

-You won't have to. -How the hell would you know?

Blanca.

I have been asked to step away from this.

-What? -I don't call the shots.

-You know this, I'm sorry. -I need your public support.

-I can't. -To protect me and my child.

I can't do that. I'm very sorry.

Fuck off, then.

-This isn't my call, Blanca. -Get out.

You think this is easy for me? Have you ever been in my place?

-Get out of here, bitch. -Blanca…

I don't feel at ease with this whole thing.

You haven't wronged anyone, I'm telling you as a priest.

You've acted out a deeply Christian sense of justice.

They want me to immolate myself and turn the page.

But that would be like selling my dignity.

I'd disappoint many people who believe in me, including Blanca.

Maybe this is a test from God.

-Holy Mary. -Conceived without sin.

Piedad, let God astound and guide you.

Reflect on your sins with an honest heart.

Tell me, my child.

I've known for a while the truth they want to hide.

I know that Enrique Vásquez, and I know this for a fact,

from people close to him,

I know that he's guilty of these crimes.

I know that in the '80s, as ambassador to Argentina

they covered up a scandal involving a young boy.

Also, because I'm a lawyer who's seen terrible things,

and because I am not a gullible woman,

I know that Blanca is lying.

So are you.

But I don't care.

I don't care.

I have no problem being part of this lie,

because I know that Enrique is guilty.

And if it comes down to it, I'm willing to take him down.

Uncle Oscar would show up.

It was a big house with a pool and long, dark hallways.

It also had a boiler. The boiler was in the…

I have the greatest respect for the victims.

Their pain runs deep.

But you've taken the wrong path, Manuel.

Those accusations have done irreparable harm to the family,

and to their good name and reputation.

It's a serious offense, Manuel.

I've been working for years with those children, Cardinal.

I know they're telling the truth.

The church values your hard work,

but you've been reckless and shown poor judgement,

so stop talking to the press and stop lecturing us.

The church is prepared to issue a public denial.

Besides, it's one thing to claim terrible things happen in Chile,

and another to point fingers.

You'll lay low for a few months, away from any journalists,

and you'll attain serenity.

I assure you, Senator Vásquez participated in those parties

and abused those kids, I need your help.

You need to shut up, Father.

I had a meeting with Senator Vásquez,

as I'm sure you heard.

I found myself face to face with a suffering man.

He and his people have given considerable help to the church.

They're very close to us.

The church has determined those accusations are unfounded.

What could be better for a church tainted by sexual abuse,

-than to unmask these rapists? -Who do you think you are?

You are a bitter, insignificant priest.

You don't exist.

You don't care about those kids,

you want the spotlight because you think you're a prophet.

That's right, yes. You think you're a prophet.

You're damaging the church, and I won't allow that.

Stop supporting that girl and tell her to leave.

She can go to a new shelter, a new school, I don't care.

You will stop your involvement with the case.

Right now, today. Not tomorrow, today.

Is that clear?

Exit calmly and quietly.

They stay here. None of the kids can leave.

-We have orders, sir. -Easy, calm down.

Listen up, kids!

No one is leaving, stop packing your bags.

-We have a court order. -I don't care who it's from.

You're not taking any of my kids.

It's fine, don't worry.

You lack crisis protocols, not enough personnel.

The toilets don't work, you don't have windows,

the walls have mold.

Where are you taking them? To the dog pound?

Don't tell anyone about what you went through, ever.

You're going to forget about that stuff, got it?

You're getting a fresh start, a chance for a new life.

You're going to make friends and everything will be fine.

I understand.

There's no way around it, you have to share custody.

Let them bring the cops in that case.

He's not taking her.

They will come get her with the cops.

Fine, I'll have to wait for that shit to happen.

I don't care.

You can't fight this.

You'll have to negotiate with that bastard.

-I'm not negotiating shit. -You see, justice is…

-I'm not negotiating shit! -You have to.

Damn it, Blanca!

After all the shit you put me through?

You dare to come here to speak with me?

-Yes, I know. -You want to talk?

I don't want to talk, I want to beat you senseless.

I want to kill you.

I don't want to fucking talk, do you hear me?

Do you hear me?!

-Are you going to fight me? -No.

-Are you going to hit me again? -Never again.

Never again. Never. I'm sorry.

What?! Fucker! Son of a bitch!

You piece of shit!

Get up, motherfucker! What are you going to do?

You've always been a piece of shit!

There's your forgiveness, motherfucker.

There's your forgiveness. There it is.

Take it, you bastard.

I don't know what else to tell you.

I want to be with you and our daughter.

I want to make you both happy.

I'm still in love with you.

I looked for you everywhere.

I got mixed up with the wrong people.

I ended up in jail.

I thought I would die in prison.

Until I heard Christ.

He transformed me. Ever since that day, I became a new man.

The King of Kings told me I could do it.

I decided to change, and I did. I changed for you and for me.

I changed for our daughter.

Christ washed away my sins.

I'm a new man.

Ever since He entered my heart and I decided to be good,

I promised myself, never again. I've kept that promise so far.

If I'm saying all this now it's because He changed me.

-God works in mysterious-- -Shut up, you asshole.

I don't believe you.

Have you talked to anyone about this?

Tell me the truth.

-I don't know. -You don't know?

They asked about me at church, I think they're following me.

Who?

I don't know, but they look like cops.

Did you tell them anything?

Are you sure?

I'll talk sense into Blanca, I give you my word.

But you can't talk to anyone about this stuff.

Can I trust you?

Can I trust you, Marco?

Give Blanquita some time. It can be hard to forgive.

Don't betray me.

She recalls his moles, his hands, the way he speaks slowly.

There's also that horrifying aspect of the case,

the part about Margarita, the little girl who allegedly was kidnapped

and murdered at Kahn's house.

Prosecutor Lagos dug up the whole place looking for her.

It's speculated and I agree that they made her disappear.

I think they got rid of her body…

-Manuel, please. -Watch out.

Are you going to say something?

Do you have a statement? Blanquita, a statement?

Why do they call you Blanca and not Blanquita? It's nicer.

-They don't realize it's my actual name. -I'm going to call you Blanquita.

So, we've been going through Prosecutor Lagos' files.

We checked the reports and the statements,

but we also conducted our own investigation.

I was eager to meet you.

Yeah, me too.

What do you hope to get out of this, Blanquita?

Justice.

I want Kahn to stay in jail and Vásquez to get indicted,

even though I know he's very powerful.

-Who told you that? -Everyone says so.

They say he worked for Pinochet and was involved in shady stuff.

We're here to investigate your accusations,

not what Senator Vásquez did or didn't do in the past.

Is that okay with you?

Senator, where were you on the dates in question?

I was abroad on two of those occasions.

I also went on a family trip to the south of Chile.

In May, I took a leave of absence due to the death of my son.

-I didn't leave my house. -Do you deny these charges?

Every single one.

Do you know Blanquita?

-No. -You've never seen her?

-No. -Do you know Pablo Kahn?

I saw him twice when he served in the Chamber of Commerce,

but we've never fraternized in a social setting.

-Are you sure you know him? -Yes, he's lying.

I know him, I know his body.

Blanquita has offered a description of your body

in her written statement, like your testicular asymmetry

and the color of your penis.

How could she have known your physical attributes?

Testicular asymmetry is common among men.

My asymmetry is visible and easily identifiable.

The color of my penis matches my skin's natural pigmentation.

I think these leaks came from my frequent gym visits,

where I shower naked, and get massages.

Or the sauna.

-Sure you don't know Blanquita? -I'm absolutely certain.

Why would she claim you attended parties with her and other minors?

This is a political witch hunt. I don't know her motivations,

-but I feel sorry for her. -Liar, he raped me and Carlos.

Blanquita, the question wasn't meant for you.

All right, Blanquita.

What's going on? What are you feeling?

They're going to find out.

Listen to me, everyone believes you.

No one's doubting you.

Once we prove Vásquez' guilt, they'll support you even more.

You're not the face of it, so you look like a saint.

What about me, though? You're using me.

No, this is good for you, and there's no turning back.

Everyone knows they did it, no one's doubting you.

I'm doubting myself.

Blanca, you were abused as a child, that's true.

-That has nothing to do with this! -Actually, it does!

Listen, a good lie is made up of truths.

This is just a different way of telling the truth, period.

Do you believe Blanquita is telling the truth?

Of course I do.

When a child makes a report regarding sexual abuse,

I never pass judgement.

I have no doubt that Blanca is telling the truth.

Your favorite.

-Sorry? -She's your favorite.

I don't have favorites, sir.

Are you familiar with the term "suborning perjury"? It's a criminal offense.

No.

It's the use of a boy or a girl as bait.

Bait?

You insult me.

My only concern is that if this comes to nothing,

Blanquita might end up committing suicide.

You haven't forced her to do anything, correct?

I'll give you an example.

They say I told Blanquita about Vásquez' physical traits.

Except I've never seen Senator Vásquez,

neither fully dressed, much less naked.

Blanquita is here out of her own free will,

and my duty as a Christian is to support her, that's it.

Shit… What the fuck is this?

Calm down, Blanquita.

What the fuck happened?

-Stay here. -Manuel!

SUCK DICK

FUCKING SNITCH

Don't worry.

Nivaldo.

Tita. The Teletubby brothers.

Esther. Do you know them?

-Yes, I know them. -Could you identify them in pictures?

Maybe.

All right, so, all of them lived at the Chuck Norris underpass.

They say they know you, but that you didn't live there.

They say you went there with Carlos, White Bear,

to gather information, but you didn't live there.

But I did.

Do you know where the underpass got its name?

-I don't remember. -Everyone who lives there knows.

A kid who was good at fighting got the nickname Chuck Norris,

and after he got killed, they started calling it that.

One of the kids said you had nice skin and good teeth.

According to him, you were never homeless.

-Do you know this young man? -I do.

-When did you last see him? -A long time ago, probably years.

-Is he Samai's father? -I don't think so.

Are you guessing, or are you sure?

I don't know.

You previously claimed the father was a guy from the underpass,

which isn't Marco.

That's what I thought.

We'll be able to confirm it with a DNA test.

Marco, when did you last see Blanquita and the priest?

-You have a duty to answer. -You sent the cops to my house.

They broke my door, trashed my stuff,

took my computer, my cellphone, and they threatened me.

-Why? I didn't do anything. -No one's accusing you.

This is a legal process. Let me repeat the question.

When did you last see the priest and Blanquita?

Marco, I can charge you with obstruction of justice.

-When was the last time--? -Not long ago.

I went to see Blanquita at Manuel's shelter.

Blanquita claims she was held against her will at Kahn's house,

during a period of time when she was living with you.

-They forced me to say that. -Is it a lie, then?

On the period in which she claims she was held at Kahn's house,

was she staying with you? Yes or no?

Yes.

BLANQUITA'S LIES ONE BY ONE

BLANQUITA, THE FRAUD WITH THE FACE OF A GIRL

LEAKED SEXTAPE BETWEEN BLANQUITA AND HER EX

Whether she made it up or perhaps dreamed it,

I don't know why anyone would lie about such things.

The court will determine whether this girl has lied,

so I'm abstaining from further involvement.

I would like to apologize for any distress I caused

to the senator and his family, whom I've known for--

-Blanca. -Go away.

Go away, I'm not letting you in.

Let's talk.

Please, let's talk about it.

Why don't you sit down?

Blanca.

Testify against me and this will all be over.

Those bastards will get away with it.

We did what we could.

We better pray, then. I thought we had to win.

No, listen to me.

We'll both go to jail unless you turn me in.

Do you feel guilty for roping me into this?

No, that's not it.

But there's no point in both of us going down.

Let's end this here.

I'll decide what to do, you don't have a say.

The dates in which you claim you were held at Kahn's house,

don't make any sense. They don't add up.

When you were supposedly at Kahn's, you were with Marco.

Marco's aunt, Lucy, has corroborated this.

What do we do?

Blanquita, I want to help you.

You can trust me.

I know you were pressured into saying all this.

Growing up in shelters, you often try to please those who protect you.

You were vulnerable, thinking only of your daughter.

Manuel pressured you, you had nowhere to go.

-If you say this, I'll help you. -So Vásquez walks?

On the contrary.

He'll be remanded in custody until the case is resolved.

What about your kiddo? Who'll take care of her?

Huh?

So, you're telling me that they can rape

but I can't lie?

I'm only doing this to try to help you.

What will people say later? That you ruined your life?

That's not going to happen.

People will say nice things about me,

but you'll be pelted with trash, like a fucking dog.

DEFENDANT

Blanquita!

BASED ON REAL EVENTS