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The facts, stories and characters...
...in this program are based...
...on Mujeres Asesinas by Marisa Grinstein
KILLER WOMEN
Marta Odera The Nun
For over thirty years...
...I had the certainty that Dante had been to Hell...
...as the Devil's guest, for an exclusive interview.
Thank God you're here, Father.
Why? What is it?
What could be worse than what the poet wrote?
What is it?
Who could imagine so much horror?
Nobody.
Why did you call?
Or at least, that's what I thought for thirty years.
What happened?
-Until today. -It's the nutcases.
Today, I knew I was wrong.
Hell was not beneath our feet.
But up here.
-And not so far away. -Calm down.
Just there, on the first floor, climbing some old stairs.
Here, you open.
I don't dare.
Don't worry.
No, no, no, it's useless.
I knocked. Open.
Marta.
Oh, God.
Name and surname, please.
Blanca Echagüe.
Where did you meet Marta Odera?
In the train.
She used to take the train...
...from La Plata to Constitución.
Excuse me.
-Headache? -Yes.
Yes, I have strong headaches all the time.
-Do you mind my smoking? -No.
She was a nun. She wasn't wearing a habit...
...but you could clearly see she was a nun.
I can't believe what happened.
I just can't.
-Can I smoke in here? -Yes, go ahead.
Have you ever thought she'd end up like that?
Marta? No.
Marta was an angel.
-She was a nun, right? -Yes, sure.
She was. Not anymore.
I don't know, Father, if I'm a good nun.
What are good nuns like?
Good nuns don't have doubts.
-I... -Doubts?
What are your doubts?
Father, I want a place for myself.
You have it.
Next to your sisters, you have a place.
It's that, Father...
...I want a place for myself, you know?
I'm not thinking of my sisters. I need a place of my own.
Okay.
You can take a leave of absence to think about it.
After some time, you'll tell us what you've decided.
How long?
Two years, at the most.
When I met her, she had been away...
...for a year.
But she told me she was thinking of going back...
...to the convent by then.
Why didn't she do it?
That's when she met Marta...
...Marta Fernandez.
She ruined her life.
-You met her? -Marta Fernandez?
-Yes. -No.
Not in person.
I knew her through Marta's stories.
Mind you, I was not the only person who thought that.
Other people thought so too.
Find out, do find out who she was.
Silvia Riganti.
You're friends with Marta Fernandez.
Friend?
No, she had no friends.
But you knew her.
Yes, sure, I did. As a neighbor.
She thought...
...she was an actress...
...but she was white trash.
-Marta! -Hi, Silvia...
-...you have to help me. -Oh, nice boots!
Like them? I borrowed them.
-They are great, aren't they? -Beautiful.
I'm ecstatic because I got an audition.
But it's on the other side of town.
I don't know, I have a hunch that I'll get the part.
-Maybe... -You know when you have...
-...the feeling you'll get it? -Yes.
But I need you to help me get there. Because I'm...
And so am I, Marta. How much?
I don't know, give me ten.
-Well, no more. -Or 15 it's better, if you can.
Not more than that.
Fifteen will do. Nice smell!
Marta always got home...
...when dinner was almost ready.
For instance, I'd just grilled some chicken.
The bell rang... Who was it? Marta.
I'll pay you. I'm sure I'll get the part.
I'm sure. And I'll pay this and the rest.
They all get together...
...after waiting, and they tell you...
..."Let's go get coffee" and you don't have a cent. It's a drag.
-It's not fair. Not fair at all. -*** it!
-It's hot! -Chicken! How yummy!
-Let's see... -I have half an hour.
Want me to join you? We can eat.
-Sure, pass me the knife. -Okay.
-Well... And we can gossip. -Okay.
I'll cut this off. Set the table.
-I'm good at this. -Sure?
-That knife is sharp. -No problem.
-I can handle it perfectly well. -Careful, it's hot.
Nobody listened to her anymore.
Fortunately, she met the old man.
If not, she would have starved.
-Who was he? -Her new victim.
The old man wasn't rich...
...but at least he gave her shelter, food...
...and paid for her dental insurance.
I don't know why, but Marta was always talking about that.
He wasn't rich...
...but Marta spent money as if he were.
Hello!
I bought you such nice stuff!
Two ties, a blue one with yellow dots...
...and a red one.
You badly needed ties.
Look, for your breakfast.
Like it?
-I get it now. -What?
Who took the money I kept in the drawer.
Money comes and goes, honey.
With you, the money always goes away.
Let me go.
You won't see another cent.
Let me go, I said!