In Her Place (El lugar de la otra)

BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

Get up.

Up, up.

Up, up, up, up.

Time to get up.

- Let go! Stop it! - Clearance sale...

No fighting. No fighting. Come set the table. Careful with the mugs.

Furniture sets, 30% off.

- Dining room sets, half off. - Make yourself useful.

We must be crazy to offer prices like these.

High-quality, low-price furniture could be yours now!

Act fast before these deals pass.

Don't do it...

A little peace and quiet never hurt anyone.

Can you move the table back a bit?

No, move over.

You two, hurry up and eat. We're expecting customers, eh?

I don't understand. Why did you ask them to come so early?

Well, I don't exactly like having guests at the crack of dawn.

It's just that...

...they come by early enough,

and I don't have to wait around all day, you know?

Do we have any butter?

Huh?

- Are there a lot of customers today? - Uh...

I'm perfecting my sales strategy, Mechita.

Although... they're my only customers today.

Ah.

Take some.

It's all gone.

Efraín! I nearly broke my neck on the floor polisher.

Sorry, I'm really busy, Mechita.

- You don't have anything to do. - Okay, Your Honor.

Uh-uh, sh-sh.

- Welcome. - Hello. Thank you.

Nice to meet you. I'm Efraín. Come on in.

- Make yourselves at home. - Hello.

- Hi. - Anyone like a glass of water?

- Yes. Thank you. - Oh, please.

If the bride needs to reapply makeup, you can sit over here.

- This spot is just for you. - Yes!

Your water, and you look beautiful.

- Thank you so much. - Are the pictures a souvenir?

- They're for the invitation. - What a great idea.

They're gonna be lovely.

When we got married, Mechita had this brilliant idea.

She, uh...

...she wanted to send handwritten invitations.

Half the guests got lost.

They couldn't find the church. They couldn't read her handwriting.

- Then she went to school for typing. - Oh my God!

We're gonna be late! Hurry up!

- It's not my fault! - It is! It's always your fault!

Will you shut the fuck up?

- Efraín. - Yeah?

The young man's complexion is pretty bad.

- Be sure to use a fill light. - Yeah, I will. Yeah.

- Efraín. - Please.

Fix the polisher today.

Yeah, I'll fix it. Okay.

Well, uh...

...just a few more things and we'll get started.

- Have fun. - Oh, thanks.

Need to adjust this light and move you over.

Okay.

The lawyer told us he's in preventative detention.

But... we can ask that he be released on bail.

Okay, let me see what I can find out.

Just one second.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon. Can I help you?

Someone's been murdered at 1035 Agustinas Road.

Near the Crillón Hotel?

At the Crillón Hotel. Inside the tearoom.

MURDER AT THE CRILLÓN HOTEL

Thank you, sir.

LADIES AND SALESMEN NOT ALLOWED THANK YOU

Take this, please.

Thank you.

Wait, that's him.

Give him room. Make room. Excuse me. Please take a step back.

Can I get a statement? Hello? Wait. Just want your statement.

Just a quick word please.

Can I get a statement? Do you have anything to tell us at all?

- Judge. Sir, please. - Over here.

- Please! Make way. - Here please.

Tell us a statement, right now.

Right this way.

IN HER PLACE.

Merceditas, this your first time inside the Crillón?

Come here.

Gálvez, give Judge Aliro the report.

- Here, take this. - Hmm.

"Georgina Silva Jiménez."

Yes. Silva shot him close range.

She couldn't have been more than one or two meters away.

The gun was hers, correct?

That's right. I'll show it to you before they get it to Ballistics.

- Okay. - Here.

- Take a look. - Ah!

FN Baby. Made in Belgium. 6.35 caliber, eh?

She's a real beauty.

- Merceditas? - Hmm?

Look how exquisite.

- Wow, yes. - Look at that.

It belongs in a jewelry store.

Any intel on the dead man's wife?

According to the information we got, Silva was his partner.

Sure, but what about his spouse?

No, the victim had no wedding ring on, Your Honor.

Hmm. Take the body away.

Gálvez.

Merceditas, sit here.

- Arnés, sit over there. - Okay.

Reach your arm out. Grab this spoon. Five gunshots, huh?

That woman must be mad as a hatter.

Yes, but the clues have shown that she was standing up already.

The reason why is that the gun was hidden in her coat pocket.

- Making it easier for her to pull out. - Merceditas, stand up.

You look to be about the same height.

Makes me wonder, was shooting from this angle easier,

or did she want to be closer to her victim?

Or maybe she wanted everyone to see?

- What do you think? - Gálvez?

Get the woman's personal belongings, please.

Okay.

Don't forget to take notes.

His name is Mr. Roberto Pumarino Valenzuela.

DEATH AND MADNESS AT HOTEL CRILLÓN

Murder at the Crillón!

SHE DIDN'T KILL SEEKING CHEAP LITERARY GLORY

THE HOTEL CRILLÓN TRAGEDY

Get your newspaper! El Mercurio! El Clarín!

Get your newspaper! La Nación!

El País! Get your newspaper!

Everyone's saying the same.

María Carolina Geel committed murder in front of every aristocrat in Chile.

Look here. The news made the front page, boss.

A respectable person should only make the papers three times.

When they're born, when they get married, and when they die.

- Isn't a judge always respectable? - That's sweet, Merceditas, but no.

I can't stand all these vultures circling my case.

Bunch of sick people.

When I was coming in earlier,

a journalist asked if we were gonna hear testimony from "the vampire."

The vampire.

Yes, Domingo, I heard you okay.

I'm gonna make myself a coffee. You want another one?

- Thanks. - You got it.

How about that, Merceditas?

This institution upholds centuries of legal traditions,

and we're made into a circus by the media.

Well, if I was murdered at the Crillón Hotel,

I'd like people to wonder what happened to me.

They'd have to invite you in first.

CRIME OF PASSION

My God.

These nosy sickos are gonna tear that poor woman apart.

I swear, I almost feel sorry for her.

First, she goes crazy, murders her boyfriend.

Now she's become the villain of the century.

This woman is going through hell.

We are gonna be famous, Mercedes. I wish I'd put some gel in my hair.

If the boss wants to have lunch here, I think he's gonna have to dig a tunnel.

He should wait to convict her later, when all this chaos dies down.

No. He's got a soft spot for women of her type.

- Excuse me. - Do you have a statement?

- María Carolina, please! - Why'd you do it?

- María Carolina! - Why'd you do it?

- Why? Why did you do it? - Tell us a statement now.

Did you? Did you kill your boyfriend?

- What can you tell us? - María!

You are Miss Georgina Silva Jiménez?

My name's María Carolina Geel.

I don't understand.

Your Honor, that is the pen name my client uses for her writing career.

And when she killed Mr. Pumarino, was she Silva or Geel?

What? I... They're the same person.

I don't know what you mean.

And do you admit to firing the five shots

that killed Mr. Roberto Pumarino Valenzuela

on April 14th at the Crillón Hotel?

Your Honor, my defendant invokes her right to not respond to that question.

Just for the time being. Until forensic...

Yes.

I admit it.

And do you also admit to carrying, on that day, an FN Baby pistol

with which you intended to kill your boyfriend?

No, not boyfriend.

So who was he to you?

He wasn't mine.

I didn't want that.

Okay, Miss Silva.

Help me help you, all right?

It's in your best interest, trust me.

Did he do anything to you?

Montero's on his way here. He wants to see you.

Mr. Concha.

Yes, sir.

Do you have a cigarette?

Smoking's not allowed here.