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THE FOLLOWING IS A FICTIONAL SERIES
BASED ON REAL EVENTS

NOBODY GETS JUSTICE
PEOPLE ONLY GET GOOD LUCK OR BAD LUCK

Go!

No, no, no, no! Go ahead, serve.

OCTOBER 27TH, 2002 (DAY OF THE CRIME)

- No.
- Go, go.

Go.

Okay! Good, go for it!

It's raining!
Forget the rain, forget it! Come on!

- Come on! Go for it!
- No, no, no.

- Come on!
- Tomorrow, we can continue.

- Come on, Marcela!
- Go, go, go!

- Hurry, we'll get soaked! Hurry!
- Come on.

- We'll get soaked.
- It will stop. It's hot anyway.

Well, we can stay here
and finish up later.

- Come on.
- Tomorrow, we can continue.

No, no, come on.

It's crazy.

You know what you need to do?

You need to go the funeral
with a good box of wine

and place it to the side,
at the head of the casket.

Nah! I'm not taking crap,
so you can forget about that.

Hello!

- Hi.
- Everything okay?

- Don't drink anymore, honey.
- Everything's fine.

I have to die from something...

I don't want to end up a widow!

- Goal!
- Come on, yeah!

Go, River!

- Hi.
- Hi!

How are you?

- Why aren't you celebrating?
- I'm a "pincha."

Estudiantes de la Plata.

- Good team.
- Look at his face.

He's acting weird.
And you don't look that great either.

- Do you want a coffee?
- Please. I'd love one.

- I don't feel well.
- Really? Come here.

I'm not going to offer my condolences.

That guy thought he was a hotshot,
but he was a clueless drunk.

He made me lose a lot of money.

- Screw your mother!
- Screw you and your mother!

Boca Juniors, screw you!
You're all bastards!

I'm out! I'm out. Bye. Later.

- They will be grumpy now.
- You'll have a heart attack!

Are you ready to go?

- Bye.
- For God's sake!

- Take care. See you later.
- Bye.

- Bye!
- Guille, please!

Stop it, Guille!

- Guille, you'll have a heart attack.
- Please, the kids are here!

Look, children. Take a good look of that!

- I'll have a massage.
- Repeat it and you're grounded.

Bye, María.

- Bye. See you later.
- No, María, wait for me. Wait for me.

- Okay, bye, kiddos. Bye, my dear.
- Bye, Auntie.

Behave yourself!

- Your jacket is all wet.
- What?

Why don't you take mine?
It's in the truck.

Well, all right. I'll take yours.

- Don't drink anymore, honey. Please, okay?
- Okay.

Good.

I'll go home soon.

- Well?
- No.

We are destined for failure.

No, it's an omen.

Cry baby!

Every time we watch a game
at his house, we lose.

Santi!

Hello! I didn't know
you were locked in here! Poor baby!

But I'm going to leave you
in here locked up.

Because you make a really big fuss
when I get my massages.

Honey?

Honey?

Carlos? Is that you?

WOMAN FOUND DEAD AT COUNTRY CLUB IN PILAR

MARÍA MARTA
THE COUNTRY CLUB CRIME

MYSTERIOUS CRIME AT COUNTRY CLUB

WOMAN FOUND DEAD AT COUNTRY CLUB IN PILAR

Got it.

(9 YEARS AFTER THE CRIME)

All set.

A message from Horacio.

- What'd he say?
- Carrascosa agreed to see us.

That's good, right?

Yeah.

Here you go...

- How nice!
- Look, Rambo.

How yummy!

Girls, I'm going to bed now.

Look, if it gets too late,
spend the night here.

- Don't go out alone, okay?
- Okay.

See you tomorrow.

I already asked Horacio for the recordings

of the radio programs he used to do.

He had a radio program,
and I was the producer.

And there's one that I can't find,
which is the day with Ramos Villegas,

which is the same day
he had on María Marta.

I'm certain that she invited him on.

And what was she like?

She was even keeled.
She was quite calm.

A woman with intelligence.

OCTOBER 27TH, 2002 (DAY OF THE CRIME)

Hold on, Horacio!

- Where is she?
- No! Take it easy!

- She's upstairs!
- Horacio, I already told Dad.

Mom is upstairs.

Wait. She's with Mom.

You poor thing.

My poor darling.

Horacio.

What happened?

She hit her head.

And you found her like this?

I took her out of the bathtub.

Luckily, everything was cleaned.
The doctors said we could.

The masseuse cleaned everything.

The police have to intervene
if it was an accident,

because it's considered a violent death.

And we can't issue
the certificate, it's Sunday

and we don't have a doctor
to do a house visit.

And what if we find a doctor
who will sign for us?

Well, look, that's a hassle as well.

Because that doctor will have to later
register their signature,

since they're not from this district.

And is there a funeral home
that may have a doctor available?

No, not in this area today.

They would have to be
from Buenos Aires City.

Let Carlos know
that a patrol car is on the way.

The police?

Hold on. Do you know what happened here?

Yeah, they told me it was an accident.

- Exactly! So, who called the police?
- I don't know, no idea.

As President of the Country Club,
I have to let the police come in.

Hold on, Paco, I'm begging you.

Don't let the police in here.
The family is heartbroken.

Do you want to bring
the police in here? Please!

If we have to bribe them,
we'll bribe them.

But don't let them in. Please don't.

- Somebody called the police.
- What? I'll handle it.

I know the chief
of the anti-kidnapping brigade.

Horacio, your dad is here.

- Dad.
- What happened? Where's María?

She's upstairs, but don't go there.

Leave him.

- She hit her head?
- Dad, we have to put her on the bed.

- What did the doctors say?
- She can't stay there!

- No!
- You can't!

You can't touch her.

You can't touch her!
Please, you can't touch her!

- Calm down, please!
- A glass of water!

Nobody can touch her
until the undertaker comes.

We can't touch her
until the undertaker comes.

- Poor thing...
- I'll get some water.

- Let's not make things worse. Calm down.
- No one touch her.

Carlos. I'm so sorry, Carlos.

Thank you.

- Carlos, can I get you something to drink?
- No.

- You sure?
- I'm so sorry, Carlos.

Paco, thank you. Thank you.

No. Leave that, Paca. Paca!

Leave that alone.

Come here.

Come here.

Come on.

There. There you go.

All that I ask,
is to keep the police out of this.

I get it, I get that it's your job.

But... have a bit of consideration.

Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.

I'll wait for your call.

Excuse me.

What's the lady's weight?

She's quite slim.

I'm asking for the size of the coffins.

These are the best we have available.

They're polished, silk interiors...

I don't know, honestly.

Let me ask you a question.

Would you like to bury her
in Recoleta Cemetery?

Yes.

Do you have a residence
in Buenos Aires City?

No.

The mother of the deceased lives there.
I don't know if we can use that address.

Guille, can you find out
if we can move her yet?

Yes.

Okay.

Yes, don't worry.

Okay. Bye.

The undertaker said it's okay.
We can move her.

No, we can't move her, no.

Carlos, we're going to move her.

All right.

Come.

- Careful with her head.
- Slowly.

- One, two, three.
- Watch her head.

Her head!

- A towel.
- We need a towel.

Get a towel. There's one in the cupboard.

Here you go.

I love you, sweetheart. I love you.

Watch your head.

What's this?

I have no idea.

I could be... a thingy from...

the shelf of a bookshelf.

An individual has entered
Carrascosa's house.

He claims to be a friend of the family.

- Copy?
- Copy that.

And forgive me for bothering you, Andrés.

But I can rely on you, right?
Will you send someone from forensics?

Thank you.

I wish someone would wake me up
from this nightmare

and tell me this was all a lie.

You know how much I cared for María Marta.

She was like a sister to me as well.

If you need me, I'm here.

Were you calling in forensics?

I called commissioner Dasare so he could
send me someone from forensics.

- Why?
- Because...

My dearest, I'm so sorry.

- Stay strong.
- Thank you.

Hang in there.

- Because John...
- Yeah?

He's suspicious of how things went down.

Why's he suspicious?

María Marta hit her head
and there was a lot of blood.

But the doctors that came by suggested
that we clean up the blood.

- And move her.
- Yes.

But we found a little piece of metal.

How was it?

Little, like a thingy from the shelf
of a bookshelf, like a peg thing.

- And where is it?
- We flushed it down the toilet.

- You flushed it.
- We flushed it.

Did the police intervene?

- No, look at the state of my family.
- Yes.

Yes, I know...
Well, I'll handle forensics, okay?

That's what was said
in famous host's program

by the victim's siblings, who were
charged with covering-up the crime,

mere days before the trial
which could convict them.

- Her half-brother...
- Rambo is either having an identity crisis

- or in another life, he was a cat.
- Be quiet, Mom.

What's the matter?

- He likes yarn more than food.
- Quiet, Mom, please!

So, I don't know. Did I screw things up
for everyone by flushing that pet thing?

Are you kidding me? How could they
not realize that it was a bullet?

They picked her up off the ground.
And there was blood.

- Of course.
- This is crap.

We assumed
she hit her head badly on something.

Give me Rambo.

- What're you doing?
- Okay...

Seeing as you know everything...

Which one is the bullet?

Two doctors who didn't pick up
on what really happened.

From two different
emergency service companies.

Everyone incriminates us...

You know what, Mom? You have to be
a little more understanding.

Imagine what it's like having
your daughter, your wife or your sister

lying dead on the floor next to you.

You might not see things clearly, right?

- To me, it doesn't add up!
- No, how would it add up?

How would it add up when they sell
everything in a way for it not to add up?

Do you remember
what happened at my trial?

No, Belu! This has nothing at all
to do with what happened to you, Belu!

Nothing at all! This is totally different!

Please, don't be naive!

Don't you find it strange how

all of María Marta's family
is protecting Carrascosa?

Protecting him? You don't get it.
They're covering up for him!

All of them made a deal with the devil!
And the journalists are right about them.

I agree that impunity needs
to be brought to an end in this country!

- The journalists are right...
- The only culprit to covering up

María Marta's crime is the prosecutor.

- I cannot stand you anymore.
- He knew what he had to do.

And he didn't do it!

Sweetie, forgive me. Let me finish.

Prosecutor Marcos Del Río
didn't follow with his basic obligations.

(1 DAY AFTER THE CRIME)

It looks like it was the one
you just passed.

- Do you want to make a U-turn?
- No.

We're all right.

There are southern lapwings.

They must have nests near here.

A cop and prosecutor are on their way.

No! What about forensics?

We are facing a dubious death,

so this is the standard procedure
for a situation such as this.

Well, dubious to him.
To me, it was an accident.

Yeah, to me as well. Let's not start
stirring things up, please.

Wait, what if some guy broke in
and killed her, what should we do?

No, you folks don't need to do anything.

The prosecutor needs to intervene here.

A dubious death includes the possibility
of an accident. Don't worry.

There are many outcomes.

We will need the death certificate.

I requested it!

It's okay. No, you don't have to be here.

I requested it,
but the undertaker wouldn't give me one.

Maybe later. I don't know.

Who did you called?

A commissioner is coming.
It's Commissioner Garibaldi.

He's the Head
of the Department of San Isidro.

And the prosecutor is...

He's a young kid. Del Río.

- Del Río is his name.
- Dad used to know a Del Río.

- The Admiral.
- Belisario.

Of course. Maybe it's his son,
who knows? Marcos.

No, they have to speak with me.

Of course. Let's do this.

I'll call you later.

Bye.

Hello, sir.

- Commissioner, how are you doing?
- Prosecutor Del Río.

- Nice to meet you. Well...
- Nice to meet you.

There was an unfortunate accident.

My dear friend,
María Marta García Belsunce,

sister of Horacio García Belsunce...

- The attorney?
- No, the attorney is the father.

Horacio García Belsunce Sr.

And Horacio Jr. is my friend.
I'm going to introduce him to you.

Come with me this way, please.

- Should I tell Inés?
- It would be one less problem.

Here you have...

- Horacio García Belsunce, my friend.
- Junior.

Guillermo Bártoli. Commissioner Garibaldi.

- And...
- Prosecutor Del Río.

Del Río. Prosecutor Del Río.

All right. Tell us what happened.

Well, nothing...
She came home alone, it seems.

On her bike.
She was at my place having a coffee.

Her husband stayed at my house watching
the Boca-River match with me.

She went to bathe, because at seven,
she was getting a massage.

And it seems like she slipped and then hit
her head on the bathtub faucet.

And what did the doctor who came say?

No, well, just that! That she had hit
her head on the bathtub fixtures,

and she broke open her head.

I ask that you show respect.

This moment is very difficult
for all of us.

I understand. Did the police come by?

No, no, no. Two different doctors
came by and verified everything.

Do you have a death certificate?

I requested it at the undertaker's.
They didn't give it. It's requested.

Look, I'm going to be frank,
because you're younger.

It's not a problem.

I don't doubt that this was an accident.

- No one does.
- I don't think there's much to be done.

But regardless, we're at your disposal.

The only thing we ask

is that you don't make
any big changes to the time of the burial.

- Where is the burial?
- Recoleta Cemetery.

- At the family vault.
- Exactly.

We're all heartbroken.
And especially my parents, you know?

I'm going to give you my card.

For whatever you need.

Very well.

If you don't mind,
I would like to see her.

Sure.

- Over there is Horacio García Belsunce Sr.
- The Commissioner is here.

- Yes, I know him.
- Well, come on. You want to say hello?

- No.
- Okay.

This is María Eugenia García Belsunce.

She's María Marta's sister.

This is Prosecutor Del Río.

Over there is her mother.

She remarried and had other kids.

And these two are John and Irene Hurtig,
María Marta's half-siblings.

- Siblings.
- My condolences.

Careful!

This is where we think she hit her head.

Carlos! How are you?

He should be put behind bars!

- Who?
- The guy who designed this bathroom.

This wasn't a robbery, because she still
has a gold chain and a gold bracelet on.

There is no sign of forced entry.

I'm going to question the doctors
that were at the scene

as well as security and the employees
to see if anything seemed out of sorts.

Listen to me.

I've been a prosecutor
since before you were born.

So, I would like to ask you
to take into consideration

my 30 years of experience,
and listen to me.

Nothing happened here.

- I have my doubts.
- Commissioner, it was a pleasure.

- Likewise.
- See you later!

MARÍA MARTA
RIP

OBITUARIES

(8 YEARS AFTER THE CRIME)

I really liked what you sent me.

Your notes on the prosecutor's accusation
against Carrascosa are impeccable.

Are you a lawyer?

No, I'm an anesthesiologist.

An anesthesiologist?

- Mom! Put me the shampoo!
- I could have sworn you were a lawyer.

Do it yourself!

I'm fine, Mom.

I didn't ask you, Belén.

Why don't you go out for a little bit?

Want to go for a walk?
We can take Rambo.

Did I send you the timeline
I put together?

Yeah, it's amazing.

- Are you working?
- What will you do with that material?

Something like that!

I thought about making
a blog about the case.

A space where anyone
who's interested and has the time

can stay informed
without being manipulated.

- That sounds wonderful.
- Mom! I'm ready!

I'm coming! Coming!

The blog has to strictly follow
the judicial case.

With all the contradictions,
the ones it had, and ones it has.

A space where people can think,

a space that's objective.

I think that we should start out
with an interview of Carrascosa.

Are you serious?

- Yeah.
- That'd be awesome. How would we do it?

Well, I know Horacio García Belsunce.

I worked with him a million years ago,
when I studied journalism.

I can contact him.

The evidence collected
shows that the proof,

traces, and other elements of the crime
were erased by Carlos Carrascosa,

and his retinue of companions,
both habitual and circumstantial.

With regard to the remaining facts
of the cover-up,

which were matter
of subsidiary indictment,

the court by majority,
hereby pronounces the defendant guilty.

- What's up, Carrascosa?
- What's new, Mono?

- You have a visitor?
- I have a visitor, yes.

Carlos?

- Hello.
- Juana.

Hello. Belu.

Belu.

Let's sit down.

We brought some little things
that we were told you enjoy.

Yeah. Well, I'm going to share them
with my friends here.

Fantastic, thank you!

- An assortment.
- Just what I needed.

Well...

I finally get to meet you two.

Horacio told me
quite a bit about the blog.

And Irene...

Well, she printed
some copies of the posts.

We also brought you
the latest things that we uploaded.

That's great.

We believe they sentenced you
without sufficient evidence, Carlos.

Thank you.

And...

I want to ask you something.

Yes, of course!

Did you kill her?

- You all fooled me.
- How did we fool you?

Is it insane to think it's a bullet?

- Hello.
- Sir. We found a projectile.

We don't rule anyone out right now.

Mr. Carrascosa and the family

will have to clarify their situation
in front of the prosecutor.

My husband didn't do anything,
and neither did Carlos Carrascosa!

You were at María Marta's wake, Del Río.

What did you do?

Did you just pray and eat treats?

If you want your dog back,
pay me 2000 dollars.

- Son of a bitch. Who are you?
- Hang up.

I know who you are!

And are you aware that Mr. Carrascosa

has accused you of killing his wife?

Yeah, I'm fed up.

But everything has a limit.

I need an ambulance immediately
for a person who fell in the bathtub.

When the media demonizes you,

public opinion... condemns you.

NO ANIMALS WERE MISTREATED OR HARMED
DURING THE FILMING OF THIS SERIES