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Historia de un Clan is a fictional series inspired by real events

that took place in Argentina during the 1980s.

Certain characters, names and situations have been altered for dramatic purposes.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

And where does the love for the sport come from?

The family is a team. And rugby is family.

We want him to be the athletic face of the male clothing line,

shoes, and perfume.

You have no idea how expensive that's going to be.

His name is Tomás. They call him "Tom."

What's up, Tom and Jerry ?

Don't get within 100 meters of Adriana,

because I'll be watching you, and if you do, I'll get you pregnant.

My dad sends you to scare off all my boyfriends, no?

-Your dad doesn't order me to do anything. -So you did it out of jealousy.

As a fag, if I had one hand, I'd be finished.

You'd be finished in an instant.

Ah, yeah? Is that the forecast for today?

Yes.

Yes, milk and affection.

Are you going to fall now?

You drank so much milk. Look what happened.

Money can't buy that beautiful smile.

No,

but if you have money, everything is easier.

Now we're going to kidnap you.

What did you do, you son of a bitch?

Ay...

We have to be thankful for each day we're still alive.

THE GHOST NUMBER 3

NATIONAL ARMY

PUCCIO FAMILY

Hallowed be Thy name;

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us;

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Are you feeling all right, dear?

No.

Who did you come here with?

With my family.

You look so pale. Do you want something?

My blood pressure is a little bit low.

There's a smell. It makes me feel sick. The smell upsets me.

No, love, there's no smell here.

I am the owner of this place, and...

I make sure that there's no smell.

Well, there is a smell, ma'am.

Are you with the family who is holding the vigil for the colonel?

-Yes. -Ah, the Puccio family.

-Ah, beautiful family. -Mm.

I am Angélica.

-Silvia. Where is the bathroom? -Come. Come.

-I'll go with you. -I am fine.

-I can go by myself. -Eh, there. There... that door.

Thanks.

It's over, dear Colonel.

No more battles or affection.

Or milk.

The pain is over, my friend.

The solitude is over.

You had a shitty life.

And on top of that, God made you ugly...

your arm exploded...

and it left you slow-witted the last year of your life.

He is stiff like roast chicken.

What's the point of this ritual?

When I die, I'd rather not have people see me.

You do it as a farewell.

But can't you see that the guy isn't here anymore?

I don't know where he is, but he is not here.

Look at the "I'm not here anymore" expression he's wearing.

He is not here.

This is a farewell to the carcass.

I'd rather be set on fire.

We never talked about what happened.

What happened?

In the basement.

I don't remember.

Ah, no? Okay, even better.

You were kind of rude.

You do remember then. And you told me that you didn't remember.

Yes, I do remember.

I had dreams about it pretty much every day after that for a long time.

Yeah?

Yes.

I was really scared of you in the dream.

And at the same time, I missed you.

The awakened side of myself missed you because I didn't see you anymore.

But in the dream, I felt ugly chills.

Ugly, ugly.

And what do you feel now?

I don't know.

I don't miss you because you're here.

I am not scared of you anymore.

No, I am not scared of you either.

That's good.

Yes.

The distance was helpful, no?

Yes.

A lot.

Don't exaggerate.

I haven't been to a wake in such a long time.

Yes?

The last one was my mother's.

Years ago.

I cried, cried, cried...

and then, I thought, "But who was this woman?"

Well, for you it more be more...

natural, no?

I wouldn't be so sure.

As my husband used to say,

"Death is always in fashion."

In the sense...

that death...

will always be death.

Mmm...

Right.

I've never seen a dead person before.

Me neither.

Can I steal him for a second?

Yes, of course.

Looks like the band's all here.

What do you mean?

You think that Rojas and Labarde came to mourn the colonel?

Why are they here then?

Do you know who owns the funeral home?

No.

Angélica Bolena, big-time bitch.

She used to make the bodies of victims kidnapped by the military disappear.

There were more corpses coming in than there were wakes.

How do you know?

The colonel told me.

Before he died, he said, "Hold the vigil there.

Do intelligence while you're there."

What a generous old man.

He left this business for us, knowing that he would not be participating.

Don't count on me.

I am not asking you.

I'm telling you...

Think about it.

Is the money enough to live by yourself with your girlfriend...

Sometimes when I see Silvia and Adriana, I feel a little envious.

As an only child, I get a little bit bored,

compared to you being a family.

I don't recommend that you have a lot of kids.

In the end,

they all take care of themselves except the one who handles all.

Children give you life, but they don't let you sleep.

It must be hard to be a mother of four.

I am a little bit worried for Silvia.

Silvia?

She is so smart. She's...

quite special.

Too special.

I love Silvia and Adriana.

But Silvia...

she has this special personality that I've never seen in a woman.

What do you mean by that?

That's all.

That's all, Elsita?

I need you close.

I am close.

Things have changed.

The colonel is gone. Rojas is more stupid every day.

And Labarde is an alien.

Yes, at any moment,

a spacecraft is going to come and take him away.

We must talk to Alex.

Sometimes, I wonder if your brother is a real Puccio.

I don't know if he is missing a brain or his balls.

Yes, but when the money comes,

he has a steady hand.

I'll talk to him.

I'll leave it in your hands.

At this stage of the game, you can't be unsure.

You are either in or out.

This asshole comes and goes.

I thought that the owner of the funeral home was very kind.

The old woman?

Don't talk that way, please. Besides, she is a few years older than me.

But you are hot, mami.

Belén is hot.

The ugly one was the colonel.

Ay, please, don't talk about the dead that way.

Much less about the colonel. He was like family.

I never thought he was like family.

I always felt a little bit disgusted when he used to kiss me

with his milk mustache and left milk on my cheeks.

Ay, please, my daughters are obsessed with this subject.

Dairy.

It's so gross to see dead people all day.

Daddy, I would be really embarrassed if you opened a funeral home one day.

Please, there are worse jobs. Also this job makes a lot of money.

Besides, I am sure they are there, waiting for people to die,

so they can get money out of them

Or they kill them themselves.

Don't be silly, please.

People die everyday.

They don't have to wait for death.

It's the cycle of life, love.

Adriana is right. The old woman is smart.

She owns a business that won't ever end.

Where do you think all the political prisoners end up?

And their properties?

Are you okay, Miss Silvia?

Food is almost ready, eh.

-Do you understand? -No.

-You understand? -No, me neither.

The food is almost ready.

-Thank you. -Thanks, Elsa.

Tell me the truth, Father.

Rumor has it at the parish, no offense, but I think...

that before you became a seminarian, you used to live the good life.

At least, that's what the women all say.

I hope so, Father.

Or did you ever eat altar boy with garlic sauce?

No. No I'd never forgive myself.

I have been with some women. Before the seminary, of course.

Which I don't think is wrong.

I know sin and the world just as they are.

What kind of priest would you be if you never saw the face of God?

Can I ask you a favor?

Yes, of course.

I have heard that the best way to keep your house safe...

is by blessing it from its core.

Could you...

Eh...

Especially the basement. There's a lot of ghosts down there.

Yes. My pleasure, Arquímedes. Yes, of course.

"I will walk night and day

with my body covered and encircled by Saint George's weapons,

protected by his shield and his spear."

Father.

-Yes. -May I ask you a favor?

Say "Geoge."

-"Geoge." -Saint "Geoge" binds

all of our Latino brothers together.

"Saint George" doesn't sound nice.

Say "Geoge."

Fine.

"Powerful Saint 'Geoge',

so that my enemies having eyes, will not see me.

Having a mouth, will not defame me. Having ears, will not hear me.

Having hands, will not trap me. Having feet, will not reach me.

And that all the wrong they wish me gets dissolved before it reaches me.

So be it that by the power of God, with the power of Saint 'Geoge',

I will have the power to unleash all kinds of damage,

envy, sacrilege, spells. Treachery done day and night.

Will be unmade by my virtue and by God's.

May I be liberated, kept, unleashed, diverted,

always free and victorious upon my enemies

with the power of God.

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

Amen."

Amen.

I have a Saint "Geoge" by my side.

Excuse me.

I came with a friend.

I don't want to see anybody, Mom.

It's someone special.

Someone whom you will enjoy talking to.

Excuse me.

Hello, Silvia.

Father.

The Father came to visit, and I told him you were...

acting a little bit weird.

I am not acting weird. I am sick.

Okay, I'll leave you alone, so you can talk, yes?

Go ahead.

Excuse me.

Again, I appreciate the vote of confidence.

But I want you all to know that we can't fail in this new operation.

Yes, sir.

I do not want to participate in another of Mr. Labarde's big screw-ups.

There were three of us, and we couldn't all make it.

Then this one here almost kills himself trying to hang him. Leave me alone.

Let's let go of any hard feelings, please. Let's look forward.

Okay, let's look forward. Let's see, the new matter to discuss:

which son of the caretaker are we taking this time?

None of the children. We go for her.

I am guessing that this time, she won't resist like Seguel, no?

-You were also there in the car. -Did you notice anything?

We just realized that all of these guys were young, successful,

happy,

full of life...

More than the money itself,

what we are looking for is the happiness we are missing in our lives.

Are you a philosopher now, asshole? You can't even write one sentence.

The old woman goes for a walk everyday around the same place.

At the same time, alone.

We will have to steal a diaper bag or a potty chair everyday

because that old woman's huge ass is fucking unbelievable.

-Get to the point, Father. -Mm-hm.

I am going to pay a high price for revealing a confessional secret.

But all the family, and Silvia, in particular...

will have to pay a more painful price.

Is this about Belén?

If Arquímedes finds out,

it's going to be a tragedy.

My husband is a very religious man.

He is a believer.

You know that nuns...

But not my daughter.

Listen to me, Epifanía.

Silvia was drunk.

She was talking to a man by the river.

What man?

A stranger. She said that...

he was a fisherman that hadn't caught any fish all day

and that he had a huge family, so...

she took pity on him...

and she promised him that she would repeat Jesus's miracle

of multiplying fish and bread.

Obviously, the miracle never happened.

And she, like...

well, since she had a few drinks in her...

offered him her body.

To calm down the man's anguish.

Who was that man?

She thinks that she might be pregnant.

Silvia doesn't know him.

She remembers absolutely nothing about the man's face.

-But how could she not remember? -I think she is doing it to protect him.

She says that...

the only thing that she remembers...

is that he had a few teeth.

When somebody tells you, "I want to talk to you alone,"

you're about to find out something big.

The Crisis Committee is closed. I'm warning you.

I didn't come here to complain.

But it's also true that you and I never really had the chance

to talk like this, the two of us, man to man.

There is always someone else.

Always. Sometimes, Labarde the Alien or Daniel is there.

Daniel, by the way, I don't know what his beef with me is.

He treats me badly and I always give him respect.

Even so, I warned him that Labarde was looking at Adriana with lust.

I warned him. Did he tell you?

Do you think that snitches get promoted?

Snitch? Are you calling me a snitch?

Me?

The one who has been by your side unconditionally,

who never tells you anything?

Me?

I come here to warn you that your daughter is in danger,

and you're calling me a snitch?

I appreciate your concern. We already knew.

We are waiting for the right moment to fix the situation.

It could be helpful...

to see how you act with your partner.

You're pulling my leg.

You let a pedophile in your house, you leave him alone with your daughters,

and I am the traitor?

I am going to...

tell you a poem written by an anarchist friend.

So you understand.

Nolbelto. The author.

"I can be a shirt.

I can be a pocket.

I can be a tie...

or underpants.

I can be a t-shirt.

I can be shoelaces.

I can be a jacket...

or suspenders.

But never...

a button."

Never a button

Never a button Never a button

Never a button

Who are you playing the next game against?

Against Alumni.

You'll win for sure.

I don't know. We still have to play. We didn't have easy games this year.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

No, tell me. There is something wrong.

What happens is...

that I hear you talk, Ale,

and I feel that you're messing with me, you know?

I don't get it.

Are you just going to let Dad and I take care of the whole thing by ourselves?

Don't we matter to you?

He is one thing, Ale, but me, you're leaving me alone.

When did you start to enjoy doing evil things?

The same time you did.

And don't think you're better than us...

because you're also dirty.

Your either as dirty as me or even more so.

-Don't forget that. -Maybe.

But it's over. I'm out.

And you should do the same.

Dad is not going to stop. Never.

-And this is going to end badly. -You are going to end badly!

You are going to end badly when you realize I have money, lots of it.

I have everything I need. You are going to regret it.

And then you'll know who actually did something of worth.

We are family, Ale.

Everyone else can screw us,

but Dad trusts in us to do this.

Dad doesn't trust in anyone, damn it!

Can't you see that?

You are going to do everything he asks you to do,

and then later, he will make you think you failed him, that something failed...

that you owe him something.

You are always going to owe him something. Nobody stops owing him.

Do you know the difference between the guests and us?

We eat a little bit better. We sleep on a mattress, nothing else.

If you that's what you think, you should leave the house right now.

I can't believe you have the nerve to keep living here.

After what I did for him and the family,

I earned the right to stay here as long as I please.

And I won't be here much longer.

Don't worry.

I can understand that a girl your age makes mistakes,

but I can't believe what you did.

Even if you were drunk.

I didn't raise you to act like that.

What is this promiscuity about?

Why expose yourself to such a...

dangerous situation, so...

anti-hygienic?

You could have been...

kidnapped, raped, killed in that river.

Did you go crazy, Silvia?

It's not what you think, Mom.

It was actually something quite special.

And if I tell you that I regret it, I would be lying.

What I do regret is having confessed.

Because this was not a sin.

The sin was him disclosing my confession with you.

My God.

When did I neglect you to make you do something like this?

There are a lot of lonely people...

very sad...

no one ever looks at them, no one greets them...

days go by, and people don't even talk to them.

And nobody looks at them.

Because most people are like you.

What do you mean by that? What are you talking about, Silvia?

Those are the people you disdain and call dangerous.

But they are not violent.

The people who kill take baths and wear nice clothes.

I don't look down on anybody.

I just want to protect you.

And obviously,

I don't even want to think that you got pregnant by a stranger.

Doctor Gurucharri is waiting for us.

Get dressed.

No!

No, no.

Hey, you are tickling me.

A little foot.

Alex, someone is going to come in.

-And he'll to see you sucking my feet. -Okay, okay.

Next year, we will have our own place.

-You'll see. -I hope so.

No, not "I hope." I promise you.

I'd be happy living in a shoebox with you.

Nobody is rushing us anyway.

Look at me.

-Look at me. -Yes, love.

I need to know that I can trust you forever.

You can.

And you won't ever leave me?

Never.

Are you lying to me?

I will never leave you, no matter what.

What's the matter, Alex?

You saved my life.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Give me your hand.

Take good care of it. Don't lose it.

-Are you okay? -I'm sorry, Labarde.

Move the car. You're hurting my leg.

I'm not going to kill you, because there's something more important than your life,

and we are pretty close to achieving it.

You are not allowed in this house anymore.

You betrayed me.

You did the worst thing you could have ever done to me:

you messed with my daughter.

This is your last job.

I'll move the car now, eh?

-Hello. -Hi.

How are you, Elsita?

-Pretty well, Sister. -Good. Silvia?

Come in. Come in.

Excuse me.

Belén?

Hello.

Hello.

My daughter is sleeping.

Ah...

Is she okay?

She was sick, so she now needs to rest.

Ah. What happened to her?

Nothing.

But she must rest.

Fine.

I'll tell her that you came by.

Fine.

Does Silvia look okay to you?

Yes.

Why?

Not to me.

Ah.

-Do you want me to talk to her? -Talk?

But you talk all the time.

Yes, we are friends. Friends talk.

Silvia doesn't have girlfriends.

Or friends.

Because she is with you all the time.

Ay. Are you mad?

I'll tell her you came by.

Thank you.

-Goal! Good! -Yes!

There it goes.

Ay, no.

Goal!

What's up, Dad?

Are you an idiot?

Do you want the house to rot?

Why? Because of the old woman? Bring her.

I already explained to the guys what the family does.

Everything is fine. They understood.

It's a joke, Dad. Everything's going according to plan.

When you get back, no one will be here.

Why did you invite those puppets to come over today?

I have to live my life. We all have to live our lives.

I can adapt, but I won't stop doing things

just because you had the idea of building a ghost hotel in the house.

I built it, but you're also quite compromised.

Don't forget that the first guest,

the one who opened the hotel, was a friend of yours.

You gave him away.

I mean, you can't get out just because you are up a shit creek without a paddle.

Don't worry, because when you come back to do the check-in, no one will be here.

I'll get the bed ready for our guest, and I'll get her some flowers,

so she can feel comfortable in the cemetery.

And who told you that we were going to bury her in a cemetery?

If the house is not empty when I get back,

those miserable motherfuckers will find out who I am.

You want me to tell them who you are?

I thought they could even be our next mark.

Have you already thought about that? They all have money.

Their parents have money.

I can start taking measurements for the hole.

You have one hour to make everybody leave.

How long does an hour last for you?

Get off your pedestal.

-This is going to end badly. -Of course it's going to end badly.

That's what we're looking for, no?

One hour.

-Sixty minutes. -Hello.

-Hello, Arqui. -Hello, love.

What a beautiful girlfriend you have, kid.

Your dad is so nice.

Yes.

Excuse me, ma'am.

-Yes? -Do you have change for a thousand?

-Pardon me? -If you have change for a thousand...

I'm not

Please.

I...

I ask you, please don't hurt me.

My...

My children will do everything you ask of them.

They are willing to help.

In the trial, you'll be subject to...

You'll be able to defend yourself properly.

I want you to know that you're being accused

of the worst crime ever committed.

Of killing the dead...

and making them disappear forever.

You and your children...

have killed them all for a second time.

I don't understand. I don't get it. What?

What are you talking about?

The money you have stolen will be returned to those poor souls

that can't rest in peace.

You will have a lawyer

who will do as much as possible to prove your innocence.

Even though he knows you're guilty.

That's what lawyers do for money.

They take care of your case and will do it ad honorem .

We don't do anything for money.

Why are you doing this?

Because we can't stop.

The person who has a hunch and follows it risks his life.

The person who doesn't is living death.

Are you hungry?

-Eh... -Do you like rice with chicken?

-Do you like it or not? -Yes, yes, yes.

No.

No. Don't hurt me, please.

No.

Rice...

with chicken.

It's not a lot, but it's pretty tasty.

You know what the difference between you and me is?

You don't have any appreciation for the dead.

For you it's a number, an income.

For me, it's a lamb of God.

A sacrifice.

Crimes committed by man don't exist.

Those are nature's crimes.

God is responsible.

Even though...

he knows your secrets.

Life is not a dream.

It's theater.

Dear, I'll be with you the entire time.

I'll be right by your side.

But when the baby is born,

we will give it to a family who can take care of him and raise him.

Fine.

A decision has been made.

In this family, we won't raise a baby...

a result of a mystical outburst of madness.

Fine.

What kind of mercy is it to give away your body to a poor man?

You should have given him money.

For the time being, I won't say anything to your father.

He has a lot of work.

And please do not say a word to your brothers

and definitely not Adriana.

This isn't a good example from her older sister.

That's fine.

Very well.

Calm down.

We are not going to hurt you.

Did you talk to my children?

What's going on?

We are in the country, in a beautiful place.

Far away from the bad things,

from all of those corpses that are always surrounding you.

Why are you doing this to me?

Rumor has it you have plenty of money.

And nobody with that amount of money has their ass clean.

I don't have a lot of money.

And I've never hurt anybody.

Me neither.

Who are you?

Puccio.

Now we share a secret.

There is something I don't like about you:

you think you're decent.

NEXT EPISODE

You know why I don't like that?

Because I don't trust in decent people.

They're decent because they have fear.

I saw you in the truck, playing the whore, with Labarde.

I know he's stronger than you,

but if I find out you lost your virginity before turning 18,

I'll sew your pussy back together.

Hello?

Tomorrow at 10:00 in the morning,

we will call you and tell you where to retrieve the message.

Wait. No, don't hang up.

To be born is a kidnapping.

It's not so easy to die.

You must pay for your rescue.

If not, you won't be free.

I declare "Dried Pussy" Bolena guilty...

of making the bodies of colleagues disappear

in cemeteries and hidden crematoriums.

This humidity is destroying my bones...

and my lungs.

How do you tolerate all this?

And you?

How do you tolerate all this?

I have a girlfriend.

Does she know who you are?

She knows who I am upstairs.

We are going to have a family.

-Besides my mom didn't take it that badly. -What did she say?

That as soon as the baby is born, we'll give it away to a family.

And what did you tell her?

I said "yes" to everything.

-No. -There's still time.

I won't tell the truth to anybody.

It's a person I absolutely trust. She's placed thousands of babies,

born in captivity.

Sons of guerrilla fighters

who end up living with beautiful families.

Who am I speaking with?

Lu... I am Lucas, his son. Eh... Who am I speaking with?

With someone who knows where your mom is.

Do you know what that means?

Go ahead.

And?

There is nobody here. Go ahead.

Arquímedes's comments about the abductee are false,

but do relate to real-life events.