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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

Do you know who the owner of the funeral home is?

No.

Angélica Bolena, major bitch.

THE PUCCIO FAMILY

She used to dispose of the bodies of the people kidnapped by the military.

How do you know?

The colonel told me.

Before he died, he told me, "Have my funeral there.

Do some intelligence while you're there."

Don't expect me to help.

I'm not consulting you.

You're just going to let Dad and I take care of everything by ourselves?

When did you start liking wickedness so much?

The same time you did.

You put a pedophile in your house,

you leave him alone with your daughters,

and I'm the traitor?

I appreciate your concern. We already knew.

You did the worst thing you could do to me.

You messed with my daughter.

Silvia started talking with a man at the river.

She offered him her body.

What man?

A stranger.

The people you look down on and call dangerous

aren't violent.

The ones who kill are clean and well-dressed.

In this family, we're not going to raise a baby...

a product of a mystical rapture, of madness.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

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

What?

Can make change for a thousand?

Why are you doing this?

Because we can't stop.

This is going to end badly.

Of course it's going to end badly.

That's what we're looking for, isn't it?

Puccio.

Now we have a secret.

FOR SALE

PUCCIO HOUSE, 1986

No way I'm going down there.

Me neither.

Then why did we open it?

To air it out.

Do you believe Dad?

-No. -And Mom?

No.

And Alex?

What are you, a journalist?

Don't say that word.

-Journalist. -Stop, Silvia!

That's a bad word.

The other day they were taking photos of me.

Of my belly.

They have no mercy.

They don't believe us.

They don't do any good.

I never saw anybody, Silvia.

Me neither.

But they took Bolena out of here.

Are you saying Dad was doing this?

That's what they say.

I really was hearing voices.

Mom took me to the doctor because I was hearing voices.

-Seriously? -Yes.

That's crazy.

6 MONTHS EARLIER

All of this isn't necessary.

This is the only thing that's necessary.

In whose hands is justice, ma'am?

I don't know.

In God's.

"I don't know"...

is an honest way to begin a response.

Following this line of honesty...

When is God going to show up...

and see justice through?

And if God is a good idea...

why is it that we had to kidnap you?

That's how I interpreted it.

Am I guilty?

All I ask is that you believe me.

Nobody in my family will be opposed to paying a ransom.

They'll give you everything we have.

And how much do you think we can ask for, ma'am?

Advise us.

How much do you think your sons will pay for you?

I don't know.

No, no, I don't handle the money.

You love money so much. You love it so much.

You're about to die, you want to go free, but you don't want to use all your money?

A shroud, ma'am, doesn't have pockets.

How much do you think we can ask for?

We were thinking a million dollars.

If I had a million dollars, I wouldn't be putting makeup on corpses.

I don't believe you.

You'd still put makeup on corpses anyway.

My children would have to sell everything we have.

It'll take them a year to come up with all that money.

And what's the problem, ma'am?

Don't you see the chalet we fixed up for your fat ass?

Consider this your penitence.

Like a bad girl who misbehaved and got put in the corner.

Well, take advantage of the corner, and reflect, ma'am.

What do you want from me?

We want a fair trial...

for the chief traitor and collaborator

of the Bolena family.

I declare "Dry Windbag" Bolena guilty...

of making our comrades' bodies disappear

in clandestine cemeteries and crematoriums.

The evidence for all this...

is the bitch face she has.

Does the defense have a statement on her behalf?

Yes.

There's no real proof of what you're saying.

Oh... he knows.

The lawyer knows the truth.

Yes. Thank you.

We don't work here. We have an auto dealership.

This is Mom's, but... if you want to work from here,

we can act like it's ours, okay?

If you do one funeral a day, that would be good.

It's a bit of a cover, so that we can come in.

They're going to try to trace the calls.

It's something new that might go wrong, so...

Honestly, I don't know if we did the right thing in calling them.

-If doesn't work... -They're here. What can we do?

-First thing he says is it might go wrong? -They're here.

-I know. -All right.

I'm glad there are two people to talk to, but he seems...

-to not be very involved. -It was my idea to call the police.

-He wanted to pay. -Stop, Lucas.

Let's talk, okay?

Does anyone else around here know what's going on?

No one. His wife, mine, and everyone else thinks that she's sick,

undergoing some tests.

Angeli, sing me a song

That will relieve my pain

That will relieve my pain

Angeli, sing me a song

That will relieve my pain

That will relieve my pain

Welcome to nature, ma'am!

Excuse me.

Your illustrious shit collector is here.

Uh...

What a stench. Son of a bitch.

Eh?

God damn it!

You haven't eaten anything, and you shit like this?

You're rotten.

Eh?

Me too.

I'm rotten inside, too.

Who would have imagined it, Bonomi? Here we are again: the two of us.

What's new?

I bet you gave that old Aurelia a bowling pin in the ass.

Oh, you're following me.

I haven't seen you for a long time.

And I disappeared off the face of the earth.

Do you know why bands break up?

Because of a parakeet.

The parakeet always sings.

Before we move on, I'd like to clarify a few things.

Eh...

I'm not going to get involved in this journey again

for two bucks and three bottles of wine.

I want to know how much I'm going to get paid.

Mm...

You must have really gotten into it with the old lady, the two of you in bed.

Relax.

This time it will be good money. We'll split it equally.

I'll give the bottle of wine to Labarde.

He screwed up. We've demoted him to less important jobs.

One day, you're up. The next day, down.

It all depends on you.

You could be even further down.

Two meters.

I hope you understand the situation.

Up until now, you haven't betrayed me. And I haven't betrayed you, either.

If I go down, you go down, we all go down.

I hope that the Bolena family doesn't need to see you

all nicely groomed, face up, in an open casket.

There's something about you that I don't like.

You think you're decent.

Do you know why I don't like that?

Because I don't trust decent people.

They're decent because they're afraid.

Let's start with a clean slate.

Welcome to the team.

What's new with the shroud family?

For now, they haven't called the police.

They're cooperating and trying to get the money together.

Are you doing this for the money,

or because you believe in what we're doing?

Because I believe in it.

Can't you give me something, please? My stomach is really hurting.

Oh.

You don't care, do you?

Yes, I care.

But I don't know what would help in this situation.

Do you believe in God?

I believe that God wants to humiliate us.

He doesn't want to kill us. He wants to hold us hostage.

We're either hostages or an experiment. What do you think?

That you don't have to confuse your actions with those of God.

I brought you something.

In case you doubt it.

I don't know where the situation stands.

It's not bleeding anymore.

But it is secreting some fairly putrefying substances.

We don't want to add more stench to this place, right?

Here, we're in the country.

Use it.

Because if you don't, I'll put it on you like a bandaid.

Your case is a very particular case because...

it's not just about money.

It appears you did some work that was wrong.

No one leaves here without paying the price for lying.

I didn't lie.

What a complicated situation.

Because according to the way you see it...

you were doing the right thing.

But the truth is... you participated in the only unforgivable crime.

And that is a crime against the state.

-What are you looking at? -What do you care?

Don't talk to me like that. Understand?

-Why do you have shit in a bucket? -What shit? I don't have anything.

What a stench. I'm seeing and smelling a dirty turd.

Why don't you use the bathroom?

Ow, stop.

-I won't tell anyone what I saw. -You didn't see anything.

I saw a turd. There's nothing wrong with that.

When you're older, you'll understand. Right now, you're very young.

-I promise I'll keep your secret. -It will be better for everyone.

And one more thing: I saw you in the van acting like a little whore with Labarde.

I know he's stronger than you,

but if I find out that you had sex before you turned 18,

I'll sew your pussy back together, understand? Do you?

-Mm. -Okay.

Relax. Relax.

Hello?

Did you get the money?

We can't get such a large amount.

Give us more time, please. It's a lot of money.

Ask him about Mom, how Mom is. If she's taking her medicine.

-Go on. Go on. -How is my mother?

Relax.

Your mother is fine.

Is she taking her medicine?

Let me get it to you at one of the drop-off points.

She's taking her medicine. She's being taken care of.

She gets a massage everyday. She is perfectly fine.

Tomorrow, at 10:00 in the morning, we will call you

and tell you where you need to pick up the next communication.

Keep going.

Wait. No, don't hang up.

-I kept going. -Damn it, Marco!

Next time, I'm talking.

I brought you something: a doll from your intestines.

Your sons want proof of life. You've clearly got them well-trained.

Who spoke with my sons? What did they say?

They're waiting for this.

-Ooh... -Oh!

Oh!

This shows that the fine old bag

makes excellent turds with the rusty churro maker, right?

Now, for your sons,

this will be proof that their mother is alive.

I call it a Little Bolena Roll.

Is that your problem?

A "little roll"?

What's wrong? Are you small?

They say that torturers have small pricks.

Is that your problem?

All right.

It's true.

I don't have a big penis.

Would be considered a big dick by an old bag like you?

You are so sick, my God.

You're turning me on a bit.

Maybe I will fuck you.

We'll be like family.

Mind you, I'm not letting you go out.

The streets are dangerous.

If something should happen to you, if some crazy guy grabbed you,

how would I explain that to your sons?

You know what?

I almost pity you.

I think I'm a man who doesn't know how to be alone.

So you're going to be here a long time.

Don't be like that. It's what we talked about.

We're going to have a family.

And my mother didn't even take it that badly.

She spoke pretty badly to me.

When?

The other day when I came to see you. You were asleep.

She threw me out.

I was nervous.

I thought she was going to make a scene, but she was pretty understanding.

I thought it would be much worse.

What did she say to you?

That as soon as it's born, we're going to give it up for adoption.

And what did you say?

I said "yes" to everything.

-No. -There's still time.

We have time.

The one I'm never going to forgive is the priest.

I'm never going to confession again.

But what you confessed was a lie.

Because I knew I was making my own bed.

I'm not going to tell anyone the truth.

We're going to have a baby.

This is someone I trust completely and who knows what to do.

She's placed hundreds of babies born in captivity.

Children of guerrillas

who ended up living with wonderful families.

It's the only option.

Well, there's still a lot of time. I already discussed it with Silvia.

I don't want to pressure her. Thank you very much, Father.

Epifanía, you have to be the one to take care of this.

Don't leave it up to Silvia.

Mm-hmm.

May God bless you.

Thank you, Father.

Epifanía!

-Um... -How do you know my name?

I heard what the Father called you.

-What do you want? -Do you have any food?

-No, no. I don't have anything. -A bit of water?

No, I don't have any.

God will punish you.

The ghost is really starting to smell. She's not 20 years old like the others.

I ask you, please, let's really try to make sure this has a happy ending.

If they want proof of life, put the old lady on the phone,

so she can talk to her son-of-a-bitch sons.

Let's bring in new ideas. If not, let's not talk at all.

New ideas?

And we do this: you keep the old lady.

Since the old lady knows how to preserve bodies,

let her put makeup on the guests, so you don't have to bury them.

And you keep them there, standing up, nicely groomed, made up.

Bolena's sons are different from the Rizzos.

They're more cold and calculating.

They're not going to do anything until they're sure the old lady is alive.

I wouldn't do the pick-up at one of the relay stations.

You want us to pick up the money at the bank?

We can all go and stand in line together.

Sometimes I pick you up, Bonomi.

It's very risky if we do the pick-up at a relay station.

Don't forget, funeral workers have a lot of contacts on the street.

Why don't we just have them throw the ransom from a train, and it's over?

I'm going to throw you from a train.

I brought it in a box, so that no one would see it.

My husband wanted to name our oldest "Alejandro".

For what it means.

Do you know what it means?

The defender.

The savior of man.

I thought that was too much responsibility for a boy.

Yes, it's a little big for me.

No, not for you.

It's just right for you.

Are you finished eating?

They're going to kill me, aren't they?

I don't know what to tell you.

But it depends on your sons, too.

Are you going to get married?

Yes, I'm engaged.

It's the only way to get out of this house, isn't it?

And what do you know about it?

It's not easy to be with both God and the Devil, you know?

It's worse to be like you.

Don't you believe that.

Don't you believe it, dear.

Maybe you don't have any way to escape, either.

Was it good?

Your mother seems like a good woman.

She is.

You have to stop this, Alejandro.

Your father is going to keep doing it...

because it's in his nature

because he can't live unless he's seeing someone else suffer.

And your brother is the same.

But you're different.

You have a different nature.

-I'm not so sure of that. -I am.

I see it.

Save yourself.

I always wanted the best for you all.

For you to study, to have a family,

to be set in life.

It's not fair.

It's not fair for me. It's not fair for your father.

It's not fair for your brothers. It's horrible.

What did I do wrong?

I always thought that the day I found out I would be a grandmother...

would be the most wonderful day of my life.

Not this.

I'm sorry if I disappointed you.

I used to think there was a limit to how much pain one human being could take,

how much degradation...

But we can stand much more than we think.

In reality, we are made for war...

to resist torture, humiliation.

We're ready for the catastrophe...

because it's always there... about to arrive.

And we live, waiting for it...

but it never arrives in full.

It never destroys us completely.

And that's the worst part.

Being born is a kidnapping.

It's not so easy to die.

You have to pay a ransom.

If not, you don't get out.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

-Oh... Oh! -Come on.

I'm cold.

Here.

-Eh... -Here, take this.

Swallow.

I love you.

How high is it?

One hundred and four.

That old lady is going to die on us, God damn it.

-Undress her. She needs to cool down. -She needs to be seen by a doctor.

And if we get the women out of the house,

we can put her in the bathroom upstairs, in the tub,

until she stabilizes?

-Don't be ridiculous. -No, she needs a doctor.

She was already medicated. She doesn't want to take more medication.

You keep doping her up. She hardly eats anymore. She collapsed.

What part of this surprises you?

I'm going to talk to my dad, so he'll let us be together.

I don't want to be with you anymore.

Why?

I'm falling out of love.

With me?

You were falling in love?

No.

I was.

Me too.

But it's the last time.

That you will fall in love?

For me it's the first time.

Get out of the car.

What car?

My car.

But we're not in a car.

All right.

All right.

We're not in a car.

First one to get married in the family. We've been waiting for this moment.

Cheers, my love. To a long marriage.

My baby is leaving me.

I'll never forgive you for this, Moni, eh?

I remember when used to clean his little peepee.

He'd open his arms and look at me.

I hope the family will be bigger soon.

-Well... -Monito, they're already betting on you.

A lot of Puccio. Too much.

Mm... Is everything good, ma'am?

-Everything's perfect. Thank you. -Good.

I think I'm going to steal Elsita from you.

Don't even think about it, Moni. Elsita is part of the family

She belongs to us.

Thank you, Moni. If you like it, I'll give you the recipe.

Yes, Elsi, give her many recipes.

Now that she's getting married, she has to learn to cook.

Alex can't even fry an egg.

No, the question is, what are they gonna live on when they leave here?

We'll figure it out.

Next month, I'll be paying off a debt

-that I've had for awhile. -Oh.

We want to help you.

Alex has always wanted to set up a business...

so start picking the name.

Really?

That's wonderful.

Great!

I'll be your partner.

How wonderful, my love.

Thanks, but no.

Son....

It's true I want to start my own business, but I want to do it with my money.

You know that this is unconditional.

And you, too, Moni.

Good, Monito! You won over the family.

What's up?

Sepelios Bolena. How can I help you?

I think that I am the one who can help you.

It's another voice.

Which son am I speaking to?

What sons are you talking about?

The sons of the woman they're going to kill.

Don't waste my time.

Please, don't kill her or hurt her.

We have the money that that you asked us for.

Who is this?

Lu... I'm Lucas, her son. And who is this?

Someone who knows where your mother is.

Do you know what that means?

I could tell you right now where she is,

and you could take a taxi to be with her again.

It's that easy.

Ask him about the other one. The guy who called, the other one.

What happened to the man who was calling before?

He's not interested in your mother's life.

I am.

I know where she is.

And if you want to retrieve her alive,

you'll need to do business with me.

She doesn't have much time left.

She's sick and being held in very bad conditions.

I'll call you again tomorrow.

What do we do? Wait. What do you want me to do?

Get together half of the money that the other person asked you for.

Then I'll tell you who has your mother and where she is.

God damn it!

I need...

a warm bath.

This humidity is ruining my bones...

and my lungs.

How do you stand all this?

And you?

How do you stand all this?

I have a girlfriend.

Does she know who you are?

She knows who I am upstairs.

You keep thinking that you can live in Heaven and Hell at the same time.

But you can't.

The Devil is sitting at your table.

You have to confront him.

You have to set him on fire.

I can't.

Why not?

I love him.

We're looking for relief that we'll never find.

The only expressions of real peace that I've seen...

were in the faces of dead people.

Peace isn't for the living.

Peace isn't for the living.

It's not for the living.

If she goes on like this, in a week, she will be in very bad shape.

I'll write you a prescription.

We have to make sure she takes the medication.

No one is against that.

Don't come running to tell me that she wants to die.

I don't know why the hell we're working so hard

to keep this bitch alive.

God damn it.

Son of a bitch.

Damn it.

God damn son of a bitch.

I want to ask you a favor.

Don't kill her.

It's not too late.

I'm going to ask you a question.

Have you ever seen me kill anyone?

You know what I mean.

What, have you suddenly come down with compassion?

I can understand it, for a brother, for a mother,

for a friend, even for a girlfriend.

But for a ratty old bag?

Don't be ridiculous.

What's wrong, Alejandro? Did you fall in love with that old whore?

I'm not talking to you. If I were, I'd be looking at you, and I'm not.

You want to be the good guy, and you're worse than cancer, Alejandro.

Take responsibility for what's happening. Enjoy it, even.

I think you'd be capable of turning in a brother, a mother, a father.

You know how I'd turn you in? With a bow and everything.

All the same, I doubt anyone would pay a ransom for you.

Right, Arquímedes? Would you pay a ransom for one of your sons?

Oh, look at this fool fighting against his fate.

You lost, Brother.

You want to be God and the Devil. You know what? You're not either of them.

-You're the fool in the middle. -Stop it.

You're not enemies.

You never will be.

We all have our differences.

I'm asking you to, please, think a bit.

And when you're calmer, you sit down and talk...

and make up.

Agreed?

I don't agree at all. I'm asking you to let that woman go.

Give me one good reason...

why I should spare that old bitch's life,

and I'll give you three reasons to kill her.

For you, there are no good reasons,

but one good reason would be to not be responsible for another death.

I'm not responsible for anything.

Your father sleeps well at night.

And your brother, too.

Like a baby.

Now I'm going to give you my three reasons why we have to kill her.

First,

because I damn well please.

Second,

because I am 99.9% convinced...

that you showed her your face.

Third,

knowing that you're that stupid,

I treated myself to taking off the ski mask...

and looking the old lady in the eye.

Oh, you're both idiots.

What are you going to do if they don't pay the ransom?

The same as if they pay.

Go on.

Well?

There's no one.

Go on.

NEXT EPISODE

-Are you going to do it right? -Yes.

Yes.

Record.

Look a little happier because your family isn't going to believe you.

This old jerk is always late.

It's my fault for having involved a chicken-shit.

They kidnap people.

The leader is Arquímedes Puccio.

Alejandro Puccio...

is the one who marks the victims..

and who opens the gate to Hell.

I can't get out.

You can't get out of where?

From this house of shit.

I could kill Arquímedes and Maguila at any moment.

Do you only talk to me to criticize me?

First of all, stop it with the attitude.

You don't talk to me that way. Neither you nor your brother, understand?

Why are you always comparing me to that idiot?

Worry about your daughters because one became a whore,

and the other, a dyke.

What?

Silvia, tell me what it feels like.

What?

To have a prick inside you.

I don't know...

It's not something you can explain.

I wish I were already dead.

Why?

Life is too long.

Everyone says it's short.

They're wrong.

It's too long.

I love this family.

But Alex needs you to let him go.

You're not being fair to me.

We saw the video, and she looks awful.

She's an old woman. Please don't do anything to her.

Mom is in a five-star hotel.

On the other hand, if you don't do what I tell you,

she'll be in a much worse place.

I feel like we're losing control of everything.

Don't overreact so much, dear, please.

Police! Drop the phone!

Hands up! Son of a bitch.

Arquímedes's comments about the abductee are false,

but do relate to real-life events.