[birds chirping]
[wind whispers softly]
[footsteps patter rapidly]
["Blitzkrieg Bop" by Ramones playing]
♪ Hey ho, let's go ♪
♪ They're forming in a straight line ♪
♪ They're going through a tight wind ♪
Ha! Let's go!
♪ The blitzkrieg bop ♪
♪ They're piling in the back seat ♪
♪ They're generating steam heat ♪
♪ Pulsating to the back beat ♪
♪ The blitzkrieg bop ♪
♪ Hey ho, let's go ♪
♪ Shoot 'em in the back now ♪
Woo-hoo!
♪ What they want, I don't know ♪
♪ They're all reved up and ready to go ♪
- ♪ They're forming in a straight line ♪ - [yells]
[shouts]
♪ They're going through a tight wind ♪
Come on! Jump!
Leo, you son of a bitch.
[exhales]
♪ Hey ho, let's go ♪
- ♪ Hey ho, let's go ♪ - [screams]
[music ends]
[panting]
Aah!
Woo!
[exhales]
Oh! I'd forgotten how high it was.
- Woah! - How do you feel?
Fine. I feel great.
[chuckles]
- Need help, Leo? - Yeah, sure.
- Wait, hold on. - Don't worry.
Just let me rest for a bit. [grunts]
Ha!
Whoo!
[Marcos] Wait, just listen to what I'm saying.
We're gonna set up a trust fund for this whole place.
And we'll use our part as leverage to pressure Briguel,
who I assure you, is gonna wanna be involved.
This is an incredible opportunity for us, Leo.
Everyone wins, most of all the foundation.
This shoreline would be enough to close the deal. From there we--
I'm sorry, but I don't see it.
We're doing fine. This place is special for the kids.
Leo, whoa. Please, would you let me finish first?
Once you understand the idea, you'll be all for it.
I heard you the first time, Marcos. It's not gonna happen.
That's crazy. Do you realize you're squandering what this place has to offer?
I found you a new place. It's got everything.
It's much closer to Alto, it's in the perfect neighborhood.
Kids aren't gonna be any better off farther from the lake.
Okay? Why would you want to take them away from nature like that?
They need a place like this more than anything, I can assure you.
Think of the things you'll do with the money you'll have left after the move.
That end.
Just think of how much you'll invest in infrastructure.
In projects.
In whatever you want.
All you've gotta do is move.
Please think of the kids.
I am.
Leo, Leo, Leo.
Do me a favor.
I'm asking because I need this.
I wouldn't ask otherwise. I need this.
That's partly why I'm telling you.
What are you saying?
Please, stop all this, Marcos.
We all have our strengths, but we also have our limitations.
You need to accept who you are.
What the hell are you talking about, Leo?
[Leo sighs]
They fired me to cover their asses. They used me as a scapegoat.
Say what you want, but you know I'm right.
You know I'm right.
[objects drop]
Let it go!
You need to free yourself from this crazy fantasy you've been chasing after.
- You need to make peace with yourself. - [scoffs]
Accept responsibility for what brought you back here.
That's the only way you're gonna be able to move forward. Understand?
This conversation is exhausting.
Who do you think I am? One of your students?
Can't believe this! Should we run through what happened 30 years ago?
- Do I need to remind you-- - I remember!
I saved your stupid ass and took the blame,
and had to face the consequences on my own.
You don't have to remind me because every day,
I remember how much I regret leaving you behind.
Fine, but you did leave, Leo.
That's why you have everything you do. All of it.
But I had to pay the price.
And I paid dearly, as you know!
Still, I'm not sorry for it. I never asked you for anything.
But I'm asking you now because this is too important.
I need this one, Leo. Leo, just this once.
Please, will you help me out on this?
- Please, Leo, I'm begging you. - Okay, look.
- Please, just say "yes." - Take it easy.
- Leo, please! - Relax. Marcos, enough!
- Leo! Please. - I'm trying to help you, Marcos.
Stop!
I am trying to help you, even if you can't see that now.
Marcos, believe me. I would love to say yes, I really would.
But it wouldn't be right.
Because this place doesn't really belong to me.
It belongs to the kids.
[tense music creeping in]
CAUGHT
BASED ON THE NOVEL BY HARLAN COBEN
It's my first time going to Buenos Aires.
Well, as… an adult, you know.
Is it safe at night… to go for a walk?
Well, that depends on the area.
Around Teatro Colón?
- Going to the opera? - To a concert.
- That's cool. - First thing when I arrive.
Great.
We've never actually met.
Mm.
In person, what's he like?
Here's what I'll say.
Never put yourself in a position you can't control.
Especially with a guy like Fran Briguel.
[jazz music playing in the background]
I LOVE YOU
- How was your flight? - Fran. How are you? I'm doing good.
I was… I was just looking into the trust fund.
We made modifications to the structure. I think you're gonna like it.
We're also moving forward with--
I need you to do me a favor, Marquitos.
- Sure, what is it? - Afterwards, you can tell me about this.
You saw the little package traveling on the plane with you?
What package?
The girl, Marcos.
- Oh, yeah. - She's very green.
Just keep her company.
Please. She's in this room.
But, uh… what-- what do I do?
I don't know. Calm her down, get rid of her.
Use your judgment.
INVESTMENT OPPORTUNITIES
[Briguel] I see you brought some reading material.
Very good.
Let's talk about it tomorrow, seriously.
But tonight, do this for me.
Please.
[beep]
[hotel camera lens whirring]
[Marcos] Okay.
Careful, okay? It's hot.
Don't you want some?
No.
Well, the pizza here is magical.
You take a bite, and you immediately start to feel a whole lot better.
It's working already.
[woman on PA] The shuttle for Paraguay is now boarding on platform 27.
[Marcos] Martina!
Come here.
Here, keep it.
It was for my daughter, but you're gonna freeze on that bus.
[PA] Once again, the shuttle for Paraguay is now boarding on platform 27.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Thank you for everything.
Well, you should get on the bus.
[Vivaldi's "Summer" from The Four Seasons playing]
I know that I've seen you around.
You're friends with Leo, right?
Leo Mercer?
You know him?
He's Juliana's ex. I live next door to her.
- Ah. - [bus driver] Come on. We're leaving.
[Vivaldi's "Summer" resumes]
REPORT - PLEASE READ ME HI EMA
I CAN'T TELL YOU MY NAME BECAUSE I'M AFRAID
HIT, RUN, LIE
[typing]
CITY OF PERSONS
I LIKED HIM
LIE
[continues typing]
[exhales]
I'M AFRAID
PLEASE CATCH HIM.
[Marcos] Hello.
Do you know who this is?
[Martina] Yes.
Didn't think you'd recognize my voice.
You sound different.
Yeah, I've a bad signal, unfortunately.
So? You do as I asked?
Do what?
What we talked about.
You behave yourself?
I always behave myself.
[chuckles softly]
Trying to control me?
No, no, no, not at all.
I was just worried, so I wanted to know how you were.
[music continues]
Here.
For you.
That way it's easier for us to talk.
Just you and me.
[music heightens]
[laptop chimes]
Vicky? He bit.
WANNA PLAY A GAME? I'M NEW HERE. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY
Martina?
Yeah?
I need to ask you something.
Go ahead. I'll do whatever you say.
Right.
A friend of mine's going through a tough time.
I need your help to open his eyes, to make him see reason.
- Do you know what an intervention is? - No.
When one of your friends needs help, but they can't see it,
you create a reason to meet them somewhere.
And once you're there, you tell 'em the truth.
Even if they don't wanna hear it.
Once they see the gravity of what they're doing, they'll snap out of it.
What I need is easy, it's all done over the phone,
but I wanted to know if you'd be willing to do it.
- Don't feel like you have to. - Tell me what to do.
Get my friend to come to an intervention. Make him believe you, so he shows up.
First, you need to call him,
ask him for help, tell him to meet you at a specific time and place.
- You think that'll work? - Yes.
Why?
Because he knows you.
[Vivaldi's "Winter" from The Four Seasons playing]
[vehicle approaching]
- You don't waste time, do you? - Hold on a minute. I'll go change.
[line calling]
[Martina] Hello?
Hi, how's it goin'?
Martina, I need you to make the call.
You want me to call the police?
[Martina] No, no, no, it's not that. It's just, uh…
Is there anyone who can come pick you up tonight?
No, there's no one else.
You're the only one who'd understand.
Things got weird here, I'm really scared. My folks will kill me if they find out.
Can you help me out? Please, Leo?
Okay, okay, okay.
Where are you?
I'll send you my location. Thank you so much.
I'll wait here.
[phone chimes]
[music continues]
FRONTERAS FOUNDATION
[water running]
[door creaking]
[phone buzzing]
EXACT LOCATION - PLEASE COME MESSAGES DELETED
Wait, what is this? What's going on?
[music ends]
Daddy.
[door opens]
[Marcos] Oh, hi, honey. What's wrong?
I had a dream.
Was it a bad dream?
Okay, okay, back to sleep. It was only a dream.
It's gonna be okay, honey.
- [kisses] Okay? - [phone buzzing]
I'll be right back.
[Ema] Why are you chatting with a girl that's underage?
[Leo] I would never… Turn that off, please.
[Ema] Were you here to abuse a little girl?
[Leo] Abuse? Seriously? But she was the one asking for my help.
For fuck's sake, turn that thing off, asshole!
[Ema] Help? In the middle of the night?
[Leo] Where is she? What happened?
- [Ema] How many girls have you abused? - [Leo] What? What are you talking about?
[Ema] Do you get off on little girls? How many have you abused, Leo Mercer?
[Leo] Why are you doing this?
[grunting]
[Marcos] This place is mine.
All Leo had to do was give it back to me, that's all.
I did everything for him.
All I asked was for him to move. I didn't ask for myself,
I asked for my family, for my girls.
So, I asked him to move. But he said no.
Then, he started talking about everything I did wrong, and how perfect he was.
About how the foundation is just too important!
As if his life was worth more than mine!
- This is your fault too. - Let go of me!
The only thing you were supposed to do was help the police catch him.
But you just had to get involved!
Why couldn't you have kept out of it? Everything was going fine before that.
- Why? - [Ema groans]
- What were you hoping to find? - No! Let go of me.
- What were you trying to find? - No!
You idiot! Now, because of you, Martina's dead!
- Look what I have to do now! - Let go.
Just look at what I have to do!
[Ema] Let go of me!
Help-- [groans]
Please!
[Marcos grunting]
[tense music playing]
[Ema groaning]
[choking]
[gasps]
[grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[gasps]
[grunts]
[grunts loudly]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[suspenseful music rises]
[thwack]
[gasping]
[groans]
[unsettling music playing]
[yelps]
[groaning]
[gasping]
[Ema coughs]
[breathing heavily]
[suspenseful music continues]
[gasps]
This is Ema Garay. This is a live stream from the Fronteras Foundation.
Someone call the police.
I'm hurt.
Marcos Brown just tried to kill me
while he confessed to framing Leo Mercer for child abuse.
He even used me and Martina Schulz to pull off his scheme.
And when Martina wanted to come clean about what he had done, he murdered her.
[Ema coughs and gasps]
[Ema breathes shakily]
[somber music playing]
[line calling]
- [Mercedes] My love. - Where are you right now?
Just at home, working. Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, everything's good. Yeah. I'm headed back.
Mm.
But don't look at your phone till I get there.
I don't want you to worry,
but people are making up a bunch of lies about me right now. Okay?
[chuckles nervously] You can't say that, now I'm worried. What happened?
No, no, no. I don't want you to worry because nothing happened. Alright?
Marcos, I don't understand. What lies?
Don't worry, okay? Don't be scared, it's alright.
Don't worry because I will do whatever it takes
to make sure you and the girls don't have to worry about a thing.
[trembling] Alright?
- Marcos, explain. I don't understand. - I'll explain everything when I get there.
I need you to promise me that when you hang up, you'll keep off your phone
and you won't read anything or turn on the news till I get there, okay?
- Meme. - [Mercedes breathes shakily]
Meme.
Meme, promise me that.
Promise me!
- Yeah? - I…
I promise.
Alright.
- Marcos, don't leave me like this. - I love you, Meme.
- Honey… - I love you.
- Marco-- - [call disconnects]
[exhales]
[breathing heavily]
[seat belt warning chimes]
[engine revs sharply]
- [engine roars] - [tires skid over loose gravel]
[tense music rising]
- [heavy log slams] - [glass shatters]
[bird caws eerily in the distance]
[silence]
[newscast music plays]
[radio host] In just a moment, we'll talk about how the city is preparing
for the upcoming winter season.
We have an update on the Marcos case.
But before that, more news on the Martina Schulz murder.
Journalist Ema Garay, has recently concluded her own investigation.
- And while she has not yet made-- - [turns radio off]
[tapping softly]
[sighs]
CAUGHT - MARCOS BROWN
[footsteps descend stairs]
They say anything new?
No, more of the same.
[Ema sighs]
What are you doing? You coming?
Of course I'm coming.
- You want some help? - Please, would you?
Or else my shoulder's gonna dislocate.
- There. Thank you. - Should I call a car?
How about you drive?
How about it?
[seat belt clicks shut]
You alright?
Yeah.
- I can take it out. - No.
Maybe this wasn't a good idea?
Hey, if it's too much, I can take it out. It doesn't hurt that much. I can do it.
No, no, it's fine.
[engine hums]
- Is this the handbrake here? - Yeah.
Now, push it all the way.
There.
Martina was free-spirited. She was lively and magnetic.
But most of all, she was generous.
Generous with us as well as with her art.
Which is why I look around this room, and I see all of you gathered here today,
a month after her unexpected and terrible passing.
I know that the hugs, and the stories, and the laughter,
and all the hours that we shared with our Martina
will forever have a place in my memory and I'm sure they will in each of yours.
[faint violin playing]
Listening to her play the violin, as we are doing now,
it… makes me realize why I struggled so much to find the right words
to express what Martina meant to this school.
All I can say is that
she filled our hearts with music.
And music…
music transcends time.
It lives on. Just like every moment that Martina was with us.
We will keep them in our hearts forever.
Thank you, Martina.
[Bruno] What a sham, huh?
What's that?
I don't know. Celia's speech.
With us standing there, all quiet like a Flag Day celebration.
It was total bullshit.
They wanted us to stand there and nod.
We should've organized something ourselves.
I don't know.
Think about poor Celia. It's not easy.
Speaking like that, in front of an audience. Mm.
Yeah, well… "Everyone was friends with Martina,
she was loved by everyone, she was just so cheerful, magnetic…"
None of that's really true.
She didn't have that many friends, and she wasn't all that cheerful either.
Tell me about her.
Mm, She was… uptight, I don't know.
She, uh… played her violin in order to relax…
I mean, she created a huge scene that night.
When she first disappeared, everybody started talking crap about her.
Putting her down. All kinds of stuff.
If I were the one who'd died… I wonder what they would've said.
You think it'd be different?
"A great kid. He was amazing at playing video games."
They're all phonies.
The office is on Pioneros, right?
Don't worry about it. You can take me home now.
- I'll call a taxi. - Come on. Now I wanna drive all day.
Watch me go!
Okay.
[Diego] As far as I know, they didn't find any connections.
Yes, yes, I know. But still, we have to do something.
We can't just let this guy carry on like this with impunity.
Just because he's a Briguel,
that doesn't mean he should be able to lure young girls to hotels, does it?
I don't know. Look, I won't say no, but--
Just because he isn't guilty of this, doesn't mean he's innocent, right?
We know what he is. Right now, we need to investigate.
Get more statements. I mean, there have to be other girls.
Ema, what do you wanna do?
I don't know.
What do you think?
I don't think we can afford to look the other way.
- Why don't you do it? - Do what?
Briguel's Caught, or whatever you want to call it.
Wait, I don't understand.
I think…
Vicky should write Caught from now on.
Woah, woah, woah. Caught is famous because of you.
Why don't we take a minute before we make a decision like that?
I don't need a minute.
Vicky will do better than I did.
- Well, that's not true. - We both know it is.
[kisses]
- Are you done? - Yeah.
- We leaving? - Yeah.
- Can you get my coat? - Sure.
[pensive music playing]
What is this marking again?
[Bruno] What?
[Ema] That red dot.
A bindi. Why?
Let's go.
[music turns nostalgic]
- Come on. - But you're taking the photo.
Yes, we need it. Now, come on.
Hi, Armando.
Oh, hi.
- My mom's inside. - Actually, I wanted to talk to you.
It was Martina's memorial at school today.
Yeah, I saw it.
Armando, go get the rest of your things.
You're leaving?
Yes. Armando's going to visit his father.
I see.
What do you want?
Oh, I understand that he needs a little more distance right now.
We gotta go. I'm not driving there at night.
[melancholy music playing]
[Juliana] I told you to pack. We have to go, Armando.
[Armando] Okay, I'll get changed in a sec.
Juliana?
- [Armando] My headphones. - [Juliana] What's all this? What?
- Stop looking at your phone. - Okay, Mom.
I'm in a hurry, and you're not a kid. I need you to listen to me.
[melancholy music continues]
[Armando] Wait, did you pack my brush?
[Juliana] Is this what you were looking for?
[Armando] No, Mom, I'm not taking that.
I just need my headphones.
[Juliana] Well, I don't know. Just forget the headphones.
Ask your dad to buy you new ones. Let's go.
[Juliana] They're right here.
[Armando] Okay, I'll pack them.
[Juliana] You need to hurry up. You're stressing me out.
How many times do I need to repeat myself? Do you know how exhausting this is?
[Armando] Okay, Mom.
[Armando] No, I'll take that.
[footsteps approaching]
[Juliana] Should I take this downstairs?
What are you doing here?
This photo was taken here.
Maybe, yeah.
It must have been taken with Armando's camera.
We need to talk.
We're on our way out right now, so I ask you to get out of my house.
When did you take this photo?
I told you not to talk to my son.
- Get out of my house. - That won't change anything.
- Stop whatever this is and get out! - Mom, wait.
Armando, go get your bag, please.
Go get your things, we have to go. Please, son.
I'm not going.
Armando, everything's okay, really.
Look at me. I want you to get your things right now.
Now.
[Ema] In the photo, Martina has this red dot.
Like the bindis you had on at the party.
And it was taken here, after that.
Were you on the boat with her that night?
- Armando, let's go. - [Ema] What happened that night?
[party music creeping in]
[chattering and yelling]
["No Siento Mi Sangre" by Evlay & Taichu playing]
♪ Headshot ♪
Wanna go upstairs? I got something.
- Martina. - Let go of me!
- S'up, dude? Here. Try it. - No, thanks.
- I don't want to. - You don't want? But it's just…
[teenager] Don't be such a buzzkill, dude.
[music continues]
[music continues in distance]
[party music continues]
I wasn't spying on you.
What?
I wasn't… Forget it.
I'm bored.
Aren't you?
You don't seem bored.
Well, you do.
Is that why you're out here?
I feel out of place here.
Yeah, me too.
Over there.
Let's take that boat.
You're too drunk to drive a boat.
Obviously.
You take me.
I assume you can?
Or don't you want to?
[boat engine rumbling]
[uneasy music playing]
[exhales] I don't wanna go to bed yet.
[uneasy music continues]
[Martina] Really? Mint anisette?
- [Armando] It's good. - [Martina, jokingly] Mmm!
[chuckles]
[pop music plays faintly over speakers]
[drunkenly] I really like your drawings. Did you hang all these up?
- No, my mom did. - [chuckles]
It's like an art gallery. [chuckles]
God, I'm hungry.
[chuckles]
What?
Ladyfingers?
Ladyfingers? [chuckles]
Okay.
[Armando, chuckling] You don't remember?
No.
[Armando] Every Thursday, we'd come to my house after school.
- We'd have ladyfingers. - [Martina scoffs]
With dulce de leche.
- And we'd dip them in chocolate milk. - [laughs]
- You forget? - [Martina] I don't remember that at all.
["220" by Dillom playing over speakers]
Don't like photos of yourself?
Then here. Take a picture of me.
I have a question for you.
Okay.
When you look in my window, do you…
jerk off?
I swear I've always wondered about that.
I don't mind what you do with your body.
Come on.
Photograph me however you want.
[sniffles]
["220" plays louder]
[giggles]
[music ends abruptly]
[silence]
[uneasy music playing]
[phone chiming]
[Leo, over video] Wait, what's going on?
Why are you recording me? Put that down.
- Turn that off, please. - [Ema] What are you doing here?
[closes door]
[Leo] I would never… I didn't chat with any girl.
[Ema] Are you here to abuse a little girl?
[Leo] Abuse? Seriously? She was the one asking for my help.
[panicked breathing]
[breathing heavily]
- [line calling] - [breathing shakily]
- [Marcos] Hello? - What's this video?
Hey, listen. Don't worry about that. I'll pick you up tomorrow and we'll talk.
No, not tomorrow. Tell me now. What happened?
No, no, I don't want to do this over the phone.
We'll talk tomorrow. Did you delete the texts?
No, tell me now. You said it was an intervention!
- What did you make me do? - [knocking]
- [Marcos] Break that phone. Destroy it. - [Armando] Martina.
- Don't be stupid now, Martina. Alright? - [Armando] Everything okay?
- Tomorrow you'll understand. - You okay?
- [Martina] I'll be right out. - [call disconnects]
- Motherfucker. - [banging on door]
- [Armando] Martina, what's wrong?
Nothing! I'll be right out.
- Martina, tell me, or I'm coming in. - [banging]
- [screen cracking] - [Armando] Open the door!
- Martina! - [scattered clinks and plops]
- [flushing] - [door opens]
- What are you doing? - [Martina whimpers]
What happened?
[Martina sobs softly]
[ominous music playing]
[Ema] Why are you chatting with a girl who's underage?
[Leo] I would never…
[Armando] Martina, what is this? Why are they saying that about Leo?
I don't know! Have you seen a black sock in here?
You don't know? Martina!
[Ema] How many girls have you abused, Leo?
But this isn't true!
He had nothing to do with it.
Wait, what do you mean?
- I gotta go. Tomorrow we can talk. - Where are you going?
- Tomorrow, Armando! - Where are you going?
- Talk to me! - What should I say?!
I did something stupid. The guy I'm seeing set this up.
He used me, okay?
Leo went there because I asked him to. I didn't know they were gonna do this.
[crying] How could you do that?
- I'm sorry. - Get out of here! Don't touch me!
What the fuck did Leo do to you to deserve that?!
- Armando-- - You asshole! Get out of my house now!
- But-- - Get out of here!
- Leave! - Don't push me!
Get out!
No! Martina!
[sharp, heavy thud]
[crickets chirping in distance]
[Armando breathing shakily]
- [sobbing softly] - [wooden step creaks]
[brooding music playing]
[Juliana] As a mother, I did what I had to do.
Protected my child.
[keys jingling]
[brooding music continues]
[Armando, sobbing] Mom…
[Juliana] There was nothing we could do for Martina.
[brooding music continues]
[body thuds]
Close the backdoor. The backdoor!
[Juliana] Come on.
Stop. Here.
[body thuds]
Did you plant Martina's phone at Leo's campsite after that?
Yes.
We got home, and we realized that her phone was still here.
We didn't know what to do with it.
I prayed that Leo would save us again.
When I found out where they killed him, I figured out where he had been hiding.
I needed to make sure no one would suspect Armando.
[somber music playing]
You're raising a son on your own, Ema.
Please, don't say anything. Don't tell anyone.
- Please. - And Martina?
There's nothing we can do to bring her back.
It was an accident,
but you know no one will see it that way.
Please.
- [Ema] Juliana, her parents… - Please, Ema.
They have the right to know what happened.
I think about them. I do.
Sometimes, I have this urge to run over to their house
and just explain what happened that night, but I--
[Armando] Enough, Mom.
[somber music continues]
Enough.
[door opens and closes]
[starts engine]
[pensive music playing]
[Torres] Come here, kid. Walk with me.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no…
[melancholy music playing]
I love you so much, Armando. You hear me?
I love you. Everything's gonna be okay, honey.
[Torres] I'm sorry, ma'am,
- I know how hard this must be. - Please don't.
Give us a minute. No, no, no.
- No, no. - [Torres] I'm sorry, ma'am.
Isn't there anything you can do?
There's a procedure, and we have to follow it, like it or not.
- [Juliana] No, no, no. - [Torres] Please, understand.
- [Armando] Mom… - [Torres] Let's go, kid.
Let's go.
[officer] Ma'am.
- Ma'am, you need to come with me. - [Juliana] No, no. Please! No, no…
- No! - Ma!
- [Juliana cries] - Mom…
- No, no, no, no. - Ma'am.
No, no, no! No!
[wailing]
[somber music playing]
Bruno.
We've been getting these letters for a while now.
They're from Ariana Nazbro. And they're about what happened to Dad.
Apologizing.
[voice breaks] And…
I'm not going to forgive her.
It's not possible for me.
But, um…
But I realized you have the right to read the letters
and make your own decision.
[melancholy music playing]
I'll read these in my room.
Sure.
[melancholy music continues]
[music fades]
[whirring]
[nostalgic music playing]
[music rising]
CAUGHT - L. MERCER
Your lawyer did good. He acted quickly.
I didn't ask him to.
Didn't ask you either.
I gave a statement on what I saw and what I heard. That's all.
I don't know if that helped your lawyer in amending the charges.
But this is great news for you.
Getting the case changed from murder to attempted murder.
You'll be released any day now.
I can't stop thinking about it.
Why hasn't his body turned up?
You should ask them about that.
[Ema] I know. I did ask.
They said that the river must've carried Leo's body to the lake.
That's why they haven't found it.
Without oxygen, the weight of the water would've caused it to sink.
That's what the experts say, but I went out there again.
That river curves right before it reaches the lake.
If a person was carried that far,
they could have gotten out of the water and ran into the woods.
Leo knew that place like the back of his hand,
and so do you.
I need to know if Leo is alive.
And you know more than you're letting on.
If, uh…
If Leo were alive, and he wanted to come back,
he would.
I know Leo.
And that guy can forgive anything.
And if he is alive, he'll come back.
But if he's not,
we're both gonna have to live with that.
[soft, poignant music playing]
[gate opens and closes]
[man] Come on, come on.
Let's go! Let's go!
[soft thud]
[poignant music continues]
I'm getting pretty bored just staring into space, eh, guys?
[chuckling]
I'd love a few more nice mates.
Let's go. We should start heading back.
["Sueñero" by Mercedes Sosa playing]
BASED ON THE NOVEL BY HARLAN COBEN