Raising Voices (2024) s01e06 Episode Script

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MARI, NOT A WHORE OR A SLU
Stop fucking with me!
RAISING VOICES
I took this photo
the day I decided to slit my wrists.
I couldn't take it anymore.
#I'DPREFERTOBELYINGFLA
#LEAVINGTHEPAGEOFTHEBOOKOPEN
POSTING
It was better to end it all.
#THISPAINNEVERGOESAWAY
112, how can I help?
Hi, a girl has been run down.
She's not moving. She's lying on
What's your name?
Alma.
Okay, Alma.
We're going to the hospital.
We'll be there shortly.
Don't worry, you'll be okay.
Let's go.
One, two, three.
Natacha, it's dinner time.
Can you help me, please?
Millions of women worldwide, in response
to a call from different organizations,
are taking to the streets
to commemorate this March 8th.
Their purple banners,
scarves, and T-shirts
I don't know what good this does.
Really.
male violence was discussed,
the different forms of oppression
What's wrong?
I think I've been selling weed to a cop.
What?
She set a trap for me.
Plus, there's a weird car outside,
which is bound to be undercover,
and they're going to arrest us all, David.
Greta, calm down, okay? Where's the car?
On the street.
It's not undercover.
The neighbors bought a new car.
-It's all right.
-I swear, I want to die!
It's all right, Greta, okay?
But I need you to focus
and tell me what happened
from the beginning, okay?
Don't lie to me. It's important.
Hi, Alma.
How are you feeling?
Well
The tests turned out well.
You were very lucky.
There are no fractures
or internal bleeding,
but we'll keep you in observation
until tomorrow at least.
-Okay?
-Okay.
Are my parents here?
Yes, I spoke to your father.
Don't worry.
I'll let him in for a moment.
Let's see.
Good.
I'll take off the neck brace.
You don't need it anymore.
Here's your father, honey.
Just for a moment.
Dad.
-Hi.
-Hi.
How are you?
Okay.
Almost Nothing broken.
Having such a hard head
has its advantages.
How did you get run over?
I was running and didn't look.
I wanted to get to the protest with Mom.
-She knows I'm okay, right?
-Yes, of course.
She's with Pablito at home.
She said to give you a kiss.
Hey, maybe I can leave, right?
-I'm fine.
-Yes.
On my back,
like when you were sick that time.
Remember?
Get some rest.
I'll come get you in the morning.
ALBERTO:
ARE YOU AWAKE?
ALBERTO: I CAN'T SLEEP.
DAMMIT, THAT WAS A CLOSE CALL
-Can I have some water?
-Not now, hon.
The doctor will be here soon,
and she decides
if you can eat or drink anything.
-Get some rest, all right?
-Okay.
Berta?
Is that you?
It's Alma.
Why are you here?
I got hit by a car.
You?
Well
I tried to kill myself.
We'll probably stay for dinner
and be back late.
-No parties.
-No, don't worry.
-Besides, I have some work to finish.
-Well
Hungry, boy?
Take care of them, okay?
I got 112 pills ready.
What a contradiction, right?
One hundred and twelve.
It's amazing you're okay.
I didn't take them all.
My mom came home
before she was supposed to.
I think that
she had a feeling
I was going to try again.
You already tried?
Twice.
Dammit, Berta.
But
why?
I can't take it anymore.
I can't cope
with another fucking breakdown.
I can't do it.
I can't cope with the panic attacks,
with the shakes,
the diarrhea, the vomiting
Don't look at me like I was sick.
I'm not.
It's been like that
since he started raping me.
Who?
You know him.
I'm sure he still teaches you history.
What?
It all started with my parents' divorce.
It was a horrible time.
I was so fucked up.
Shit!
I hate you!
Son of a bitch!
He was the only one
who noticed.
He was nice to me. He
-Hi there.
-Hi.
He told me
he'd gone through the same thing,
that he knew how I felt.
So,
I latched onto him like a lifeline.
I'd look for him in the yard.
Hello.
He made me feel good.
Why all alone?
He'd tell me I was special.
I started to think he liked me too.
I told him my secrets
my private stuff
and I sent him photos.
One afternoon,
he took me to his office
and
he made me
touch him.
He cleaned himself on my uniform.
On my way home, I threw it in a dumpster.
That way, I could pretend
like it never happened.
Like it wouldn't happen again.
But it wasn't like that.
You didn't tell anyone?
Tell who?
I was terrified
that people wouldn't believe me
or
they'd think I'd asked for it.
The abuse stopped, but
something had broken in me.
I was seriously depressed.
Every night I got high
with whatever I could get my hands on.
That's when I tried to kill myself
the first time.
Ladies, go back to bed.
I'll give you something to help you sleep.
Are you okay?
Are you going to keep pretending
you didn't know, Alma?
You were there.
Good morning, honey.
-How are you?
-Where's Berta?
They took her up to the ward.
Think she told anyone?
I don't know.
Fuck.
After yesterday, anything is possible.
-Hi, babe.
-Hi.
I was texting you all night.
I fell asleep.
You're not mad, right?
We were joking.
No, I know. I'm going to the washroom.
Fuck.
TYPES OF COMPANIES
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or they may be passive
This means that their profits increase
They're just back from a work trip,
and we went to a cool hotel.
Nata.
Hey.
I passed a police car on my way home,
but it kept going.
Hey, I think that,
after last night,
we should call it a day.
-What?
-I mean the houses.
I've been preparing this moment
all fucking day, and you fuck it up.
I don't know why I'm surprised.
You can fuck up anything.
But it's over, because
Never mind.
That's it. We're done.
-What? Wait, Nata. Listen
-Don't fucking touch me!
You wanted your friends to fuck me.
You fucking disgust me.
What? You said you wanted to get it on
with several dicks.
It was a fantasy, idiot.
I wanted to make you horny.
You want to party?
Call Christian and show him your ass.
Who knows? You might like it.
-Don't talk to me like that.
-I'll talk to you how I like.
And don't piss me off, or I'll tell
my mother, then bye-bye Canada.
-Nata.
-One more thing.
I'm dumping you, okay?
So until the end of the year,
you'll look sad and shut the fuck up.
Nata, wait.
And wait for the next bus,
because I'm not going with you.
-What's this, Natacha?
-Jeez, Mom, you scared me.
-What are you doing here?
-What's this?
Well,
someone lent it to me. It's
for a costume party. I'm Mariah Carey.
Another house was broken into last night.
The neighbors saw a group of boys come out
and a girl dressed in Christmas pajamas.
Christ, Nata, it was you.
MER: HEY, I'M WAITING FOR YOU.
ARE YOU COMING?
MER: EVERYTHING OKAY?
MER: IT'S A BIT LATE. RAIN CHECK?
MER: HOPE YOU'RE OKAY
SORRY, MY PHONE DIED IN THE AFTERNOON.
SMALL PROBLEM. NOTHING SERIOUS
MER: SEE YOU SATURDAY?
Door opening.
Do you want a piggyback?
Relax, honey. It's all fine.
Come here, honey.
Do you want some soup?
Later, thanks.
Does it hurt?
Yes?
You'll need a different haircut.
Are you all right?
Hey?
Do you want to talk?
I met
I met Berta
in the hospital.
A coincidence. She
She tried to kill herself.
She can't stand living, you know.
Well,
it's okay, sweetheart.
I wasn't always good to her, Mom.
It's not your fault.
-Are you sure, honey?
-Yeah.
-Really? There's no going back.
-Right.
I want the whole wound to show.
The whole thing?
The whole thing.
Okay, let's do it.
-Here I go.
-Okay.
-I'm starting.
-Wait.
-Yes, or no?
-Okay. Be careful, okay?
Yes.
There I go.
God
You look gorgeous.
You think so?
Yeah, deadly.
How are things at home?
They haven't murdered me
and buried me in the garden,
like family killers,
and that's more than what I expected.
What are you going to do about the cop?
Do you think I should go see her?
I think it's the worst idea ever.
I think you should delete the number
and avoid the store for a while.
I'll see. Maybe.
Hear anything from Nata?
I think she's grounded.
Your father and I
are so disappointed, Natacha.
Why did we spend all that money
on your education?
For God's sake, you're a savage.
Are you calling the police?
Of course not.
Can you imagine the financial
and legal consequences of that?
But that doesn't mean
you're not getting punished.
-I'm going to my room.
-We're not finished.
Are you a drug addict?
What? No. Dad.
The police found joints
in the ashtrays in the house.
-Don't lie to me.
-I said I don't smoke.
Who's your dealer?
I've never scored or even rolled one.
You won't cooperate? Fine.
You leave me no choice.
The next day she took me to rehab.
She shat herself.
As soon as we got there,
a toothless junkie appeared,
and my mother ran
as if she'd seen the clown from IT.
That's it.
Grounded with no allowance.
I can't go out on weekends.
But it doesn't matter.
I don't have anything to do.
You should report them, Nata.
-Report what exactly?
-That they tried to rape you?
Girl, you're such a drag.
Nothing happened. That's that.
They didn't hurt you,
but they thought about it.
What would've happened
if the cops hadn't arrived?
You don't get it.
I can't accuse them of anything.
What would people say about me?
-What?
-That I'm a slut.
That I asked for it.
That I wanted it to happen.
I've read about cases,
really serious ones, and in the end,
they took no notice of her,
didn't believe her.
Nata,
everyone should know how shitty
Alberto and his friends are, okay?
Make them tell everyone
what they tried to do
and beg for your forgiveness.
They should wear a fucking sign
around their necks
for the rest of their lives.
That bump on the head
left you a bit disturbed.
What the fuck's wrong with you?
I'm in a bad way.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
IT'S DAVID. THIS IS MY NEW NUMBER.
HOW ARE YOU?
BETTER, IT WAS JUST A SCARE.
THE CAR WAS GOING SLOWLY.
HOW ARE YOU?
Good.
Hey, we had a date planned, right?
We can take a rain check if you like.
I guess you're not up for partying.
But I'd like to see you.
A cigarette and a walk
around the neighborhood?
We could have a non-date.
Are you into it?
Hey.
Hi.
Get it straight, this is not our date.
It's not.
She was in shock.
She couldn't believe the mess
she'd gotten into.
She was terrified.
Right.
Me too.
Every time I got to a roundabout,
I imagined a police roadblock, and
I was shit-scared.
Take it easy.
It's all right.
I've got it all under control.
No, it's not that.
I'm sensitive since the accident.
It must be the hit I took.
Is that a joint?
-No.
-Jeez.
No weed on our first non-date.
On the second?
We'll see.
You know the best thing
about the accident?
What?
They jacked me up
with loads of painkillers,
and I got totally wasted.
-You did?
-Yeah.
I'm up for getting run over every weekend.
It'll save me money.
Can I see the wound?
See? I'll have a scar.
It's cooler than a tattoo.
Cooler than yours, for sure.
You look very pretty.
I like how you kiss.
I've been practicing.
I just have to convince her
I've stopped selling.
I'll tell her
that this is the last I can give her.
She'll leave me alone.
I need five grams at least.
Stop, Greta.
Stop it.
Stop.
You don't
You don't like me
Last year I was diagnosed with cancer.
It's
Well, that's it.
It was breast cancer.
And
I had a mastectomy.
I haven't shown anyone my body
because I'm not very comfortable.
Are you okay now?
Yes, health-wise, yes.
But I'm not so great after all this.
The day I saw you in the store,
something happened.
Something happened I can't explain.
After that day, I went back to the store
because I wanted
to see you again.
And
when I was there, I had the feeling
you were looking for me too.
So I hung around.
I was waiting for you.
I've gone upmarket on junk pastries.
And then, the weed was the perfect excuse
to see you again.
I know this is totally crazy.
I didn't think this would be my future,
but until very recently,
I thought I wouldn't have one.
I'm pathetic, right?
No way.
Mer, are you investigating me?
What?
I don't get you.
I know you're a cop.
If you're investigating me,
you can tell me.
Why would I investigate you?
The weed?
I'm in another department.
I'm not in narcotics.
Who told you I was a cop?
Some people I know showed me
photos of you going into work.
-Photos of me?
-Yeah.
Okay. I
Okay, I thought
you were setting a trap for me,
and you were investigating me
to arrest my brother.
If you knew I was a cop,
why did you come back today?
What's all this about?
Fuck.
Did you want to get it on with me
to blackmail me?
Yes.
How old are you?
Seventeen.
Okay.
I promise, you and your brother
won't have any trouble, but
this should end here.
You should go.
-There's really no need.
-There is. I want you to have it.
I mean it.
-Shall I take you to school?
-Okay.
Alma!
-You did it again.
-What?
Everyone's talking about you again.
-It's the haircut.
-It's cool.
But it's not that.
Someone said you'd died.
So now you're a fucking legend.
Right.
Alma, how are you? Okay?
-What do you think?
-Pretty wild, huh?
-You've got some ovaries, girl.
-Good God.
We did summaries
so you can prepare for the exams.
-Thanks. You're the best.
-Not at all.
I saw the ambulance. Can I see it?
-Can I take a photo?
-No.
-You can't.
-Right.
Alma.
-Hi, guys.
-Hello.
How are you? Let's see.
Fine. It was a scare.
It's not bad.
We're so glad you recovered so quickly.
Did the batteries run out
on your electric razor?
-Take no notice of him.
-Sorry.
You look gorgeous.
You've got a Viking warrior queen vibe.
Thanks.
Yeah, I ran out of battery.
You can count on us
for anything, you know?
Guys, to class, please. It's almost time!
-Me too?
-You especially.
Right, bye.
Jackrussell shoots!
Crap. Way off.
Those fuckers Kevin and Jota
must be to blame.
They're sketchy guys.
So here we are at home.
DAMN SHITTY SHAVING JOB
YOU DID ON YOURSELF, SLU
WHEN I FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE,
I'M CUTTING OFF THAT SHITTY WORM
AND FEEDING IT TO THE BIRDS.
Bitch.
NEGATIVE
How are you, Gregory?
What?
Hello.
She told you, too, right?
That's why you're always so sad.
-Good morning, honey.
-Hi.
Come in.
Berta said you'd met in the hospital.
-How are you?
-Good.
No side effects, except for this haircut.
-It suits you. You look lovely.
-Thanks.
Go on up. Berta's in her room.
Berta! Alma came to see you.
Hey.
How are you?
Just like new.
They've given me cool pills.
Now I see everything all rosy,
and I want to live life to the full.
I'm glad.
Why are you here so early?
I wanted to talk to you.
What's wrong?
Three years ago,
I was there.
I had an upset stomach,
and our restrooms were always clogged.
So I went to the teachers' one.
I heard his voice.
Look me in the eye.
You'll always look me in the eye, right?
I like it a lot.
He seemed angry.
I couldn't hear what he said,
but it seemed bad.
I went over it again and again.
I couldn't explain it.
I decided not to tell anyone
and pretend it never happened.
I'm so sorry, Berta.
-Forgive me.
-No.
You don't have to say sorry.
You were a shit-scared 13-year-old.
-It wasn't your fault.
-But if I'd said
Maybe they'd have arrested him,
and I'd have avoided the depression
and the three suicide attempts,
or maybe not.
You know?
I always thought you knew something.
It couldn't be a coincidence
you just started avoiding me in the yard,
and you avoided me
when you saw me in the corridor.
-You should report it, Berta.
-No.
I believe you. I could go with you.
No.
No, really, you've helped me
more than you know, but
no.
At least say what he did to you.
I can't. I won't report him.
It's not just about you, Berta.
We're still in time to stop tons of girls
from going through what you did.
I'm sure that bastard
is looking for a new victim.
I can't. Anyway, I don't have proof.
If I reported him,
it would be my word against his.
I was there.
No, you saw me talking to him.
You don't know
what happened in that office.
I believe you.
That doesn't matter.
Anyway,
if I reported him,
I'd have to go through it all over again.
I'd relive
every day of that fucking year.
I can't do it, Alma.
Just thinking about it
makes me want to die.
Please, Alma.
Promise me you won't tell.
Psychomorphology studies
the special physical features of killers,
psychopaths, and pedophiles.
Science says there are signs
that allow us to recognize the presence
of evil in the face of a criminal.
But the truth is that nature
should've made them stand out more
to warn everyone of what lies behind.
Maybe an unusual skin pigmentation,
or a tic that makes them
scratch their head constantly,
or an inner voice that makes them
show themselves as a sexual predator.
I'M A RAPIS
This would prevent teenagers,
who feel lost in the world,
from straying into their hunting zone.
Instead, they're there,
around us,
invisible,
going unnoticed like a shark
swimming underwater at a beach.
So
I'll have to be the one
who paints your fucking face.