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- Hello.
- What's up?

I set it aside for you.

I have the cash with me.
My brother gave it to me.

Good,
have it ready. How much you got?

I have $200.

Good, good. That's it. I'll
call you to arrange delivery.

Now they can be used.

This one too. You'll see.

This one fits in your pocket,
five shots.

Small and comfortable.

The person who safeguards
these needs me to remove

the serial numbers. - Why?

Because if they catch
us he will be in trouble,

because he was supposed
to keep these safe.

- Where?
- At the police station.

The police give these to me.

We talk every week. Some batches

come on Fridays,
some on Wednesdays.

He brings a bag
with 20 to 32 guns.

How many did
you get this morning?

24.

Why do you have so few left?

Because they sell like hotcakes.
Everyone's waiting for them.

When big batches come,
around 30 or more,

they're sent to the prison.

They are bought and smuggled
inside. Who smuggles them in?

The National Guard.
The guards take

their cut and give
it to them inside.

These were once used
by cops to fight criminals.

Now they'll be used by
criminals to fight cops.

Here is another one. Hello?

My passion is visiting prisons.

That's my passion.

Because that's
where I come from.

Does it help you see
where you are now?

What is it that you want,
to help others to change?

Precisely,
I want to deliver the message...

to those inside.

To help them see that
they can change their life.

So that once they are free
they'll have a new mindset.

You can't keep the old mindset.

You have to leave
all that behind.

Excuse me, what's the difference
between these two entrances?

Everyone walks freely in there.

Well, not freely. Just to
where The Pran says they can.

The Pran, that's the boss there.

And is he a good ruler?

Yes, because in other prisons
you see dead inmates constantly.

And here you don't
see that many?

Every now and then.

And you are part
of the ministry?

The Ministry for Prison affairs.

Do the guards ever go inside?

We can only go into
the administrative area.

Why can you only go there?

Those are their rules in there.

Good day.

Your ID.

Visitors in the prison!

Watchmen to their post!

No, don't film us man.

Don't film them.

I sell movies and
cigarettes to survive in here.

I spent eighteen years in prison

before, and was
quickly brought back.

Back then,
it was hard for a man to

reintegrate
himself into society.

I think that prisons
should have been

under our control
a long time ago.

You know why? Because now a man
can decide his own future here.

Nowadays we're not harassed.

We don't have the
persecution we had before.

Today a man can walk freely,
he can do whatever he wants.

Look at me,
I'm calm here. No one

will come and take
my things by force.

Back then, if you had a gold
chain, I'd take it from you.

And why doesn't
that happen anymore?

Because we have
developed a conscience

of what we truly are: a union.

Everything is love, as they say.

We are a brotherhood.

That's all I can say. We've
been moving forward.

With this you will go crazy,
with this stuff.

Look, one gram of cocaine,
the good kind.

- How much does it cost?
- $2.

You also sell crack?

Yes, this here, one gram $4.

He was practically
born riding a motorbike.

It's his art, what he's good at.

This is how he avoids
feeling imprisoned.

He is serving his sentence,

but he's still allowed
to practice his sport.

My dear brother, this prison was

originally built for
eight hundred people.

We are now eight thousand,
and new people arrive daily.

This isn't like
any prison in the

United States or any
developed country,

where you get your
uniform and an assigned cell.

Here, you are first
sent to "The Church",

where you spend
some time adapting, then

you must search
for a place to live.

How do they get up there?
Do they climb this way?

Are they the ones you call the

renegades? What
do you call them?

- Yes, the renegades.
- Why are they up there?

- Due to their lifestyle.
- They have problems.

One of the reasons I'm here
is because I'm a homosexual.

Homosexuals are up here?

Yes, and we can't
live with the others.

We homosexuals can't live down
there, so we are sent up here.

Waiting to be transferred out.

What happens if you come down?

- No, we can't.
- We just can't.

- Only to leave the prison.
- True.

To get down they have
to get us out of the prison.

That's what we want,
to leave this prison.

- Can visitors come up here?
- No.

Only there, where that woman is.

Over there, see? She is
visiting one of the boys.

Everyone else has
been transferred out.

- Only we remain here.
- They put us up here...

to accelerate our transfer.

They took everyone, except us.

Take our picture!

Take our picture, for the TV.

Take a picture of this garden.

This is the kitchen.

That's the butcher.

Have you been sentenced?

- Yes.
- How long?

Sixteen years.

I hear many inmates
are still awaiting trial.

Me, that's my case.

I've been waiting four years for

my trial hearing
and still nothing.

You've been here
four years? Can't

you ask for
something to be done?

Who am I gonna ask? Only God.

CHURCH OF RESTORATION
AND REHABILITATION

ELEVATE JEHOVAH

We're the people in
charge of cleaning.

We're "The Baptized,"
the members of "The Church".

This is the bathroom.

Visiting days, routine days...

While we are here,
this is the bathroom.

And we clean it the best we can.

This is crazy.

Tell me what is "the routine"?

“The Routine" is
knowing how to walk.

How to behave correctly
when you are in prison.

If you don't know you
learn from those who do.

We'll teach you,
put you on the right path.

Some might try to
teach you what's bad,

but we will teach
you how to act in here.

How to walk, talk,
what you must and must not do.

When someone makes a mistake,
we send them to "The Church."

We leave them there for a couple
of days to teach them a lesson.

Then we let them out,
but you know how it is in here.

You give someone an opportunity
and they keep fucking up.

In general, whether you
were good or bad in the street,

in here we are all
categorized into

"Thugs" "Workers"
and "Baptized."

"The Baptized" are those
who live in "The Church,"

abiding by God's word.

Thugs like myself, for example,
if we incur a debt with someone,

and we don't have
the money to pay

them back,
we are sent to "The Church."

We must leave the
world of thugs and

go live in "The
Church" as men of God,

following God's rules, going to
prayers every morning, fasting,

doing everything
in the name of God,

because you are in "The Church."

However,
some men might go to "The

Church" to save their lives,
because,

God really does
protect people in here.

There are men
who've made serious

mistakes,
and other inmates don't want

to accept them, because they've
done something really bad,

so they seek refuge in God,
they become baptized.

No matter what others
may think of them,

they always have to act as

someone who is
on the path of God.

One, two, three, Tren del Sur!

One, two, three, freedom!

The rules in here must
be followed by everyone.

We have one leader,
and he has our respect,

and everyone knows
we must follow him.

We have more unity among
inmates, you understand?

This is one house,
under one boss.

The Pran is first boss in line,
then?

The Pran, then the second
and third in command...

Then the watchmen
of high and low rank,

and then the rest of
the prison population.

Thugs have a
criminal court system.

What's the system? Say
someone made a mistake.

That man will be brought
before the criminal court.

And he will be judged according
to the degree of his fault.

The sentence might be death,

or he might just get
shot in the stomach,

or the leg, or the hands.

They shoot you in the stomach,

or in the leg, in any part
of it, a nonlethal shot,

Or you must put
your hands like this,

and the crime determines
where they shoot.

Don't you think it's odd?

Inmates passing
judgment on those

who've already
been sentenced...?

No, I don't think it's odd.

Because this was
created by the government.

What else can a man do
with a gun inside a prison?

What? What do you think
is being created in there?

You are creating a monster.

Honestly, when people fear us,
it fulfills us.

If you arrive and people fear
you, you know you made it.

Everything is mine,
your music is mine, all mine.

Everyone steps aside,
I dance, everyone shuts up.

Only my decisions count.

It's like respect,
like saying...

Like when the teacher
enters the classroom.

- That's it.
- All the students are standing.

The teacher is here.
"Sit." Everyone sits.

Anyone will feel great, anyone.

- The best girls, the money.
- You're the most famous.

When I first saw
that I could steal

and kill and nothing happened,

and I got lots of money,
that was it. It was fast.

It's easy.

It's the fastest way to get
money, to become famous.

It's the easiest
excuse we look for...

An excuse... because...

In my case, I have 5 siblings,
My parents gave me...

the opportunity to
study but I didn't,

it was easier to just
go rob someone...

How do you see
yourself at 60 years old?

I'm not gonna live to 60.

I'm not going to.

- Oh! You surprised him!
- Yeah.

Real life is different.

It's different than
people believe.

Those "good mornings" and "good
afternoons," those are lies.

The world belongs
to the quick and evil.

While you work,
I'm thinking of how to rob you.

It's that simple.

Well, what can I tell you?

My mother gave
birth to 18 children.

And one of the main
problems I had to face in life

was that I am the
product of an infidelity.

My mom was married,

but she fell in love with
my dad and cheated.

And when the cat
got out of the bag,

that's where life
turned rough on me.

All of a sudden, I began
to suffer the consequences.

My siblings wouldn't
play with me.

They wouldn't even come near me.

So I grew up in isolation.

So I decided to leave home

and head towards Caracas.

When I got to the city,
I started

hanging with a
bunch of kids like me.

I began by stealing purses,
necklaces,

ripping off pockets,
sleeping on the sidewalk,

spending nights under bridges.

That was my life.
No one protected you.

It was every kid for himself.

When I went back home,
I was transformed.

I went back with
a gun and a car,

and my mom couldn't talk to me,

my siblings neither. No
one could tell me what to do.

There was a Goliath within me

that just kept on
telling me "Kill, kill, kill!"

Well,
I always wanted to be a doctor.

Since I was a kid, my dad
and my family always said:

"He's going to be
a doctor one day."

They put that idea in
my head and it just stuck.

As a kid,
that's all I wanted to be.

You know lots of
people feel proud

when they have a
relative who's a thug.

At least when that thug
has gained respect in a town,

or an entire region.

Many people proudly
say: "I'm so-and-so's family"

Nowadays, in this area,
thugs are like rockstars.

People admire them.
They even revere them.

And that's what
kids want nowadays.

The adrenaline, the thug life,

to have a gun and kill.

To feel what it's
like to kill someone.

To steal a motorbike...

A piece of advice for those who
haven't gotten into trouble yet:

Think twice about it.

Because once you enter,
you cannot leave.

Because the people you
hurt will always resent you.

We know that we
are doing bad things,

things that are seen badly
before the eyes of God.

But God has a purpose for all of
us, we'd all be dead otherwise.

God has protected
us from all that.

Because we've been shot at,
and we should be dead,

but miracles from
above saved us.

It's not witchcraft or anything,
it's miracles from above.

Have you ever felt remorse
for the crimes you've committed?

Not one bit. I
don't feel anything.

Like I said, what's done is
done. What's the point now?

What's done is done. Maybe
one day I'll feel something.

We're all insane.

They never saw me
stealing or shooting anyone.

They never saw me commit any

crimes. These
are all like my kids.

All of them are my
children. I saw them born.

So when I see them trapped
in this world, it pains me.

But I know they have
plenty of opportunities

to leave behind this world.

This is affecting
people everywhere,

but more so in Venezuela.

Our country is
suffering because of this.

Venezuela is sinking.

Visitors coming up.

How are you?

- God bless you.
- Sheep.

Were you here when
the guards had control?

Yeah, they used to
walk everywhere here.

How was it?

Fuck, it sucked. It was bad.

The government will
never be on our side.

We are always against them.

We have to survive
on our own here.

Can you explain to
me what "La Causa" is?

"La Causa" is what we
collect to help ourselves.

With it we buy
personal supplies,

anything that is needed,

trash bags, food, whatever...

Do you use "La
Causa" to buy weapons?

Weapons...?

Let me put it this way,
if we charge

$5 for "La Causa"
everyone pays that.

That's how we buy
everything here.

Everything you see, everything.

Sports equipment,
parties for the

children, gifts for our family,

- Everything.
- Weapons too?

- Everything.
- So, it's like a tax system?

Exactly, but just among us.

Some say we are making millions
from this, but that's not true.

We use it to help
each other out.

If the government won't help us,
we'll help ourselves.

He's the guy who's
filming everything.

- Oh, ok!
- What are you doing here?

- We're filling up the piñatas.
- Filling up the piñatas

to celebrate Children's Day.

- How many people are coming?
- Around 9,000.

We are raffling off motorbikes
and home appliances.

They do this by collecting
money little by little.

With what is known
as "La Causa."

Visitors in the prison!

What's the number? Go
grab a number there champ!

- Give it to her.
- Let's continue!

Attention: the number is 01729.

Where's our winner? Come on,
give her a round of applause!

Clap it up! Clap it up!

She won that
television! What a prize!

Who's baby is this?

Come pick your baby up
here on the stage, please!

Come to the stage
to pick your baby up!

Now, let's see... Five
pregnant women please!

Reggaeton! Reggaeton! Reggaeton!

How'd you get high?
Why didn't you share?

My daughter asked me once,
"why are you in prison?"

I was paralyzed,
unable to say anything.

In the end,
you always lie to them bro.

You tell them you are
away for work, or something.

But eventually
they figure it out.

And once they do,
their mind changes.

They begin to understand
what an inmate is.

And what is an inmate? A social
misfit, a criminal, a crook.

That's what she'll
hear out there.

And what do you
think that does to her?

Fuck man, psychologically,
it harms her.

It's something that scars
her. When kids are that age...

they're like sponges,
they absorb everything.

This is something
that has scarred

her, probably for
the rest of her life.

Probably.

What's up my
peeps? Is it recording?

- Yes.
- Yes?

Ok, film us, over here.

This is chapter
one of Free Convict.

The Penitentiary General
of Venezuela Free Convict.

We have some
homies who sing salsa,

like this guy here in 3, 2, 1...

Yo, yo, yo!

- The ugly, the beastly one.
- It's the movie, papi.

We're making a reality show.

That's my shelf,
and that's my TV.

And this homie films
me every now and then.

Tell us bro, what do you think?

Is this your first time
meeting Andrés?

That's right, first time.

So tell us,
what are your thoughts

on Free Convict?
What is it for you?

Well, to me, Free Convict
is a bunch of thugs.

- Maniacs.
- Maniacs, murderers,

thieves, kidnappers and so on...

who are trying to
change their lives,

and do what they like to do.

The culture,
hip-hop and its four elements.

I'mma print it first,
to see if it's fresh.

Show me.

I want this to be the
logo on our shirts.

Does it look good like this?

Let me see.

You know me!
This is Free Convict.

This is coming soon. In the near

future Free Convict
in the house.

Whenever I have time,
I grab my notebook

and vent my feelings into it.

Because I've realized

that all prisoners
do is waste time.

And I no longer
want to waste time,

knowing that I have a
gift that God gave me.

Come see this, come, come.

Come.

Free convict baby! This
can only be seen here.

Even though they
think it's all about money,

they still gotta respect us.
‘Cause we're from the streets.

Even though we're here in prison

we know we're the good guys.
We're the the honest guys.

Life is tough, there's only
one. It teaches us in the end.

But don't risk it. Or
it's not gonna last

Take care of yourself. So
you can live to be an old man

There's only one life.

And you gotta survive.
To tell your story.

Time goes on and causes wounds.

I would love for
this life to be eternal

Shoot it, shoot it!

This is my world

This is it. This is it.

Where you get shot.
And life isn't worth a thing.

This is my world.

This is it.

Daily I see my
brother's blood shed.

This is my world.

This is it. This is it.

Where you get shot.
And life isn't worth a thing.

This is my world.

This is it. This is it.

Daily I see my
brother's blood shed.

This is my world.

Yesterday's problems are here
today. Time has the final say.

Another woman crying.
Another family member dying.

The devil walks among us.
Over cracks in the pavement.

Pulling triggers has
become our entertainment.

Where many have
died on just their first try.

The remaining step
across minefields.

Where you're dead if
you don't know how to walk.

Where no one believes
you when you talk.

Everyone looks
out for themselves.

And fights for
what they lack there.

Searching for a chance
to leave and walk free.

This is my world.
This is my harsh reality.

You've got to accept that
this world's gone wrong

And reconsider
to keep moving on.

Keep moving on.

We're doing pretty
well now. I mean, fuck...

This prison ain't half bad,
we're doing well right now.

We have some sort of freedom,
even

if we've got tension
with the guards.

If you're doing so well
then why do you need guns?

Fuck man, we need our guns to
keep everything under control.

We can't defend ourselves
unless we have our guns.

Do you have enough
guns to keep the

guards from taking
over the prison?

We have enough to
defend ourselves, yes.

Last time, shit got real
against the National Guard.

Why?

They just started
shooting at us.

We couldn't accept that.
They shot a brother in the leg.

How long were we going to
keep putting up with that shit?

No way, we weren't
having it. We'd had enough!

They have to respect our space,
or else...

If we ran down here,
the guards would

open fire to keep
us from descending.

Look at what they did. Those
are bullets holes there. See?

A baptized man was praising God

and he was shot
right in the chest.

His last words were "Pastor,
they got me."

He was killed by a guard.

The bullets are still in there.

All those are gunshots. They
shot at us from every side.

They shot us from
the watchtower.

Look... Look at that.

Also that room over there.

That's pretty bad, too.

Shoot!

- Shoot!
- Shoot, cocksucker!

Move! Come on!

- Come on!
- Major!

- Get on this side.
- Major, I dropped a magazine!

Go get it then!

It's not here, go get it!

I'm gonna stop a bit, to rest.

I saw dead inmates every day,
constantly.

So, when blood wasn't being
spilled it felt more dangerous.

Why?

‘Cause something big was coming.

It was better to
have a dead man.

I had already been
in prison for some time

and sometimes I would just sit
on my bed and cry my heart out.

I'd wonder how my
family was doing.

Was I ever going
to see them again?

Was I ever going
to leave this place?

Because all those
I saw leaving the

prison were dead,
dead, dead, dead.

And I thought, "Someday
I'll also leave as a corpse."

Fruit juice! Fresh fruit juice!

I don't sell juice
because I like to.

But it's the only way I know
how to make some money

without hurting anyone.

Because if I let myself think
only about making money,

I'd go back to stealing,
murdering,

because that's
what I learned to do.

People say that
everyone who is baptized

as a Christian in prison
is doing it temporarily,

because they are
under pressure or scared,

but not because of conviction.

It was hard for me when
I returned to my slum,

where I grew up, even
though I became a Christian,

people wouldn't see me as such.

Because they knew me as
a criminal since I was a kid.

When they heard
I was a Christian,

they said it wouldn't last,

because there are
many Christians

who've had that bad reputation.

I converted because
I was tired of drugs.

I no longer saw myself
living in that world.

Not because I was
scared of being killed.

I was under pressure,
but that didn't cause me

to convert to the
word of the gospel.

All who believe God will grant
them freedom, raise your hands!

It's through His Will
that all chains are broken.

Nothing is impossible
for God. In His Name!

Glory, glory, glory, glory,
glory, glory, glory be to God.

I feel like a fish in water
when I visit prisons.

I feel inspired. It's as if I

can breathe again
when I'm there,

because I see what God has done

with me. God's
favor in freeing me.

When I see the situations that
prisoners have to live through

I look up at heaven and say,
"Thank you

Lord for freeing
me from this place."

"From the days of John
the Baptist until now,

the kingdom of heaven has
been subjected to violence,

and violent people
have been raiding it."

That means this is
only for those who

are brave,
those who really want it.

Amen. If you're going
to clap do so with vigor,

don't half clap,
because God doesn't half bless!

Today,
I ask that you take me with you,

Today,
I ask that you take me with you,

Because today I want to change.

My hardened heart.

With a drop of
your blood over me.

These men are taking a
brave step this morning.

Because humanity believes

that we, former drug addicts,
have no cure.

And let me tell you,
this fine morning,

that our cure is in Christ,
Hallelujah!

Our cure is in Christ,
Hallelujah!

You and me, all of us,
let us give our heart to Christ!

I'm going to tell you a small
testimony of my past life.

I was living in
disobedience and sin.

It was one of the
causes that brought

me to this place,
to “The Church,"

where I heard the word
of God and accepted Christ

as the true and only savior
of my life and my soul.

Why are you here today?

To be baptized and to
receive divine justice.

As a minister of Jesus Christ,
I baptize you

in the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen!

Get in on the back.

Say bye to daddy! Say bye!

Say bye to daddy!

Dad!

I devote myself to fishing
and to my kids nowadays.

I was living in a
different world back then.

Kids get down from
there! Get over here!

You know, I never really
had a family, Andrés.

I had to figure
life out on my own.

I learned nothing
while I was in prison.

It wasn't until I was
out that I began to learn.

Did The Pran exist
when you were in prison?

Of course we had a Pran.

- And what position where you?
- I was the Pran, the boss.

"Boss, this man did
such and such." Kill him.

Those were my orders. They
had to comply or they'd die too.

I was the leader
in there. The leader

of that prison. It's
called the PGV.

Penitentiary General
of Venezuela.

It's the largest
prison in the country.

And the one with
the most weapons.

Where else have you seen
inmates with assault rifles?

With grenades? Where?

We might witness a
horrible tragedy there.

Many government officials
will die, many inmates will die.

Whenever I look back on that,
all I want to do is cry.

The things I did...

Nothing can ever
make me go back.

I changed my way,
and I'll die on this path.

I am different now. I
have my kids, my family.

I'm staying in this world,
because it's the one I like.

- Wait.
- I’ll wait for you here.

Testing, 1, 2, 3...

People tend to see the product,
not the process.

You buy a can of sardines,
but you don't see the fisherman.

The process is seldom seen.

I always knew I wasn't going
to last selling fruit juice,

or working in a factory
from Monday to Friday.

That's what drove me to have the
political job I love nowadays,

to become a congressman.

Step forth,
Congressman Gilber Caro.

Venezuela, make some noise!

I want to tell you, brothers,

that being here is
very important to me.

There's my mom.

Mother, never again will you sit

on a bucket,
visiting me in prison.

You now have a seat with my name
on it in the National Assembly!

Mother,
we will change this country.

I am the proof
that it's possible!

I always fled through here.

When the cops came, I'd jump up,
and rush to the backstreets.

One time,
I tried standing on this

washer here. I was
trying to escape.

When suddenly I slipped
and fell into a water tank here.

And all my drugs spilled out.

When you've lived through
something and know it up close,

you can talk about it
with more authority.

All human beings have
both good and evil within.

Sometimes that evil might
come out, even if only briefly.

We all have evils, I know I do,

whoever says
they don't is lying.

But nowadays evil doesn't
flourish, because I suppress it,

by doing good deeds,
positive thoughts, my projects.

I was the leader of this prison.

I led gangs,
I distributed drugs and guns.

I harmed young men.

I taught them how to defend
themselves through violence.

But The Lord spoke to me,

He told me His
Word seeps through

until it shatters the soul.

And His message seeped
through and shattered my soul.

And then said, "Servant,
I hereby make you free."

So today,
I am here to attest freedom

through Christ. Glory be to God!

Our prisons are simply

a reflection of our society.

In our society a bullet is
cheaper than a notebook.

A bullet costs $0.5,
a lollipop costs $1.

Candy is more
expensive than a bullet.

If weapons trafficking
is rampant in the streets,

the prisons will mirror that.

Do that shit again
and you will regret

it! You better find
a place to hide.

When you're out, you better
hide! Do you hear me boy?

This area here feels
like being in nature.

It's where the animals come.

It's almost as if we
aren't in prison here.

When I wake up in the morning
I don't think "I'm in prison,"

because of the calm environment.

So you choose to sleep
far away from everything?

Yes, that's it. Everything
is quiet here. Just the birds.

How do you wake
up in the morning?

With the songs of the birds,
those

guys there, they are swallows.

Those holes you see over there,

I make them with
a piece of metal.

I make those holes, so they can
build their nests there. See?

I was picking up cans
on the side of the road,

and came across
a reggae cassette,

I'd never heard
that stuff before.

All I knew was local music.

This is the best smell here!

This plant was created by God.

I'm going to tell you
something. See? It's a seed.

I'm gonna tell you something,

truthfully,
I didn't plant any of these.

They just sprouted there!
Well, last year I planted some.

But this year the
seeds just fell...

and with God's
blessing from heaven,

look, they simply popped out!

So, if this is from God,
and God put

it on this earth,
why is it so illegal?

This is a female because...

of these little hairs.

You gotta nurture your mind,
fill it with knowledge,

so that when God calls
on judgement day and asks,

"What did I send
you to earth for?"

You'll have a better answer
than stealing cars, murdering

and doing crazy shit.

In here I've realized
that's not the path He set.

Sometimes I think,
in all my craziness,

that God brought me here
to learn more about this.

About planting, because before

prison I only
planted a little bit.

I'd throw a seed on
the ground and it grew.

This is my truth, I'm a Rasta,

I love my culture. Look
how my plants grow.

I now know my hands were made
for this, not for anything else.

What made you enter that world?

What else was I gonna do?

What would you do?

I'd steal from
people in the city.

Why?

Because I started
working when I was a kid,

and I fell in love with money.

And it was a fast
way to get money.

I draw my conclusions
and think that was why...

This is your second
time in prison,

why did you continue
committing crime?

What else am I gonna do?

I'm not gonna do cheap labor,
I'm not a doctor.

This is what I know
how to do well.

What if you get your freedom

tomorrow? Would
you go back to crime?

What else am I gonna do?

You are free,
you would go back to kidnapping?

What else am I gonna do?

I mean, I'mma do
things different this time,

not as crazy,
but I ain't gonna lie...

What do you want me to say? I'm

not gonna
change... that's a lie.

You know, people here,
and I have seen this personally,

they say, "When I
get out I'll do ‘this'..."

But very few people do what they
say they will once they are out.

Very few.

You have to be outside and see.

Maximum speed!

You ain't gonna catch me, even
if you put it in slow motion.

Time has passed, almost
four years here in prison.

I've pleaded with God
to keep me calm here.

When I get out,
I'm gonna change,

I don't want to be here again.

I have three kids now

Were they born while
you've been in prison?

- Two of them.
- How did you feel?

Fuck... it's tough
man. Not being

with your kids
when they are born.

Not giving them your last name.

Not being able to see them or
hug them when they are born.

What advice will
you give your kids

so they don't fall
into this world?

I will give them
everything I can.

Pay for their studies,
so they avoid trouble.

Talk to them with
sincerity and clarity.

So they never get
to where we are.

Because I don't want to
see them in prison or dead.

This occupies our
time productively.

But more importantly, it
calms us. It gives us space...

I imagine I'm free, here in the

mountains,
with my kid by my side,

painting our little house,
this is where I am.

When I am focused.

But when I wake up,
well, it's really sad...

But it still helps us,
all of us.

I thank God that I don't
have any behavioral problems,

but I have friends here
who've had a very harsh life,

a very sad life. They were born
into horrible circumstances.

So when you hear their stories
you feel affection towards them.

In our music group,
we've tried to

contribute with
our grain of sand,

perhaps only ten people
will hear our music,

but at least those ten
will open their eyes

to what we are trying to show:
this awful fucked up reality,

it's not just affecting the
country but the people in it.

I mainly blame the system,
the disaster

that Venezuela is going through.

That's what I sing about, I'm
tired of this fucked up system.

Of course, not 100% of
the fault lies in the system,

I'm no saint, but I'm not
a really bad guy either.

People might think
that because I'm

in the PGV I must be terrible,
not so.

Thank God I will
leave this place

without problems
with any criminals

that might wanna
kill me in the streets,

I know I will walk freely with a

steady step and a
clear conscience.

So, tell me.

Well, this little thing
right here, this is my kid.

He is only about

five weeks in the
making in this picture.

He's due in October.

If he's a boy, we'll name
him... I don't know...

And if a girl...
not sure either...

But I can't wait to meet her.

Daddy is here, waiting for you.

You are loved!

Looks cool!

- Can you see?
- Yes, I can see.

Not having my dad
around really affected me.

I felt some sort of emptiness.

Because I saw
other kids with their

dads and mine was never with me.

One of my biggest dreams
was to become a dad.

So I had my kid while in prison.

I put up some balloons,
cleaned up the

cell, put up a sign: "Welcome,
son."

Got loads of booze
and everything.

It was a big party to celebrate
the birth of my second son.

And when my woman came to
visit and I removed his blanket,

I was shocked to see
straight hair and green eyes,

with hints of grey and blue.

"What's this?" I said.

When I turned around
to look at the mother,

she goes,
"I know what you're thinking,

but that's yours... I don't
know what happened there."

"He's yours!", she said.

People wanted to see him, but I

didn't show him
to anyone that day.

He was only 21 days old,
an innocent,

helpless child. and I told him,
"you're not my son!

Your mom cheated on me with
another guy, you're a bastard!"

And that scarred the
kid to such an extent,

that even nowadays,
that he's a grown man,

we haven't been able
to solve our problems.

He grew up saying
that I denied him.

That I wasn't his dad,
that I preferred my other son.

We've never gotten along. We
even tried to kill each other.

We are losing our
kids to the other side.

The partying, the drugs,
the booze. And

it's happening
right in front of us.

We can't say we were blind
to what was going on here.

We do see it, it's an exodus.
They're going to the wrong side.

But I always hoped that The
Lord would transform my son.

Then he suddenly got himself
into trouble with the police.

He was involved in homicide,
he shot the son of a policeman.

He robbed a store,
was recorded by the cameras.

So then I was
informed the police were

looking for him,
and he had to flee,

I even had to help him escape. I
called you that day, remember?

Any updates?

I talked to him. He's
at his girlfriend's place.

He's not doing great.

He's gone into hiding?

Yeah, ‘cause the National
Guard came looking for him.

Shit, they went to your place?

No, just around the slum.
But they're looking for him.

Fuck man.

I want to try to convince him,
but

if I tell him to turn
himself in now

he's going to think I'm against
him. He won't listen like this.

He's got too much on his
plate. He needs to go somewhere

he can settle down. I have
to wait till he calms down,

he's under a lot
of pressure now.

What am I going to do, son?

What am I going to do?

I got here from a life of crime,
I

did my time,
spent years in prison,

destroying everything in my way,
and now

look at me,
burying my son like this.

When I left prison, my mission
became to help others inside,

but now I realize the problem
doesn't lie within our prisons,

but within our communities, it
lies within the kids growing up.

Those you see as kids today,
are the men of tomorrow.

Your babies will
soon grow to be men.

And their values must
be shaped at home.

Take care of your children.

Avoid this pain.
Avoid this suffering.

- Let us pray.
- Amen!

Dear Lord, despite what we're

going through,
despite this pain,

I have not denied your
name. because you said to me:

"I know that you
have little strength,

yet you have kept my word
and have not denied my name."

You know we tried to do
everything in our power.

Help us!

Blessed be Thy Name, my God.

Blessed be Thy Name, Lord.

That's the one. Right there.

That window there! The
one in the middle. See it?

There you go! That's it.

This feels like that movie,
"Medal of Honor."

This is what the guards
are shooting at us.

This has caused many
deaths inside this prison.

Here's evidence.

Get on the floor!

- That's a gunman, that one!
- That's a gunman!

Look at him.

When are you leaving?

Not sure, in a couple of days.

Are you scared?
Because of what's coming?

We aren't sure. We're scared
because of what might happen.

The guards are
planning to come in.

And I'm almost out,
I did my time man.

But the judges
are barely working.

The courts are only
opening two hours a day.

I'm practically a free man,
but anything can happen now.

It's fucked up, bro!

What if something happens here?

Do you think it's a time bomb?

It's a time bomb and I don't

want to be here
when it explodes.

It's going to be very tragic.

After what happened in
other prisons, countless dead,

mothers still
searching for their

sons,
hoping they've been transferred

to another prison,
but they are actually

buried in a mass
grave somewhere.

It's happened in many prisons.

Imagine the final showdown,
here in the PGV.

I don't want to be
here when it explodes.

The red light
means it's recording!

Turn it off, Ray!

Seriously, I'm interviewing you.

Stop Ray!

All in all,
what do you think of me

as a person? Am
I worth anything?

- I don't know.
- Am I a letdown?

You're giving yourself
all the answers.

No, because if I did that,
I'd say I'm a great guy

who's grown a lot as a person.
I used to be a piece of shit,

like everyone, but I'm
improving. What do you think?

Stop it!

Just tell me what you think,
am I getting better?

Do I deserve forgiveness?

For what? All the bad
things you've done?

Yes.

It's basically a human rights
standard throughout the world

that prisoners
should have access

to healthcare, culture, sports.

But in our society,
our poor communities

don't have access to culture,

to healthcare, or to sports, and

therein lies our
first imprisonment.

The city is decaying.
It's open sewers,

it's stench, the slums; all
that creates a prison within.

I made many mistakes.
I committed crimes.

But what matters now is
that no one repeats them.

I want to prevent crime. That's
what brought me to politics.

I want to help make laws

that are realistic, feasible.

What are you gonna play?

- Some reggaeton.
- Put the taxi song.

The taxi?

- This one?
- No, the other one.

This one is great, you'll see.

You are one in a million

No comparison

This one is dope!

Let's go Venezuela! Caracas!

They are with me,
they're reporters.

Hey, how are you?

How's it going? I met
your brother once, right?

- Yes.
- Good. Are you a Christian?

- Yes, glory be to God.
- Okay...

He told me you saw my testimony.

Yes,
I watched an interview on TV.

- Was it a long time ago?
- Yes, a while back.

I'm also a Christian,
but I've been a bit distanced.

- Yes, I can tell.
- Yeah, I've been a bit apart.

I think that beyond
any prayer or anything,

I've come here mainly
to bring you God's word.

- Amen.
- I'm not coming to you for help

what I am here for,
is to deliver the message,

I came here on behalf of God
to remind you He is with you.

Remember the
Parable of the Lost Son.

If you forgot it,
I'm reminding you.

Remember that it was God
that gave you this strength.

- Yes.
- I'm here to tell you that.

Don't forget where God
saved you from, Gilber.

When the police came
looking for a family member

everyone pointed at me,
"That's his dad, let him in."

I didn't want to
see him like that.

Shit... there lay my son,
full of bullets and faceless.

Shot 70 times.

And it wasn't just that,
after I buried him,

when I went back to the slum,

the boys who'd killed my
son came looking for me.

They were crying,
begging for my forgiveness.

My old friends
were also calling me.

The ones who remained criminals
and don't believe in God,

they wanted to avenge my son.

But I told them God
had changed me.

They said, "Fuck that,
let's get those boys."

But thank God I forgave those
boys the very moment I saw them.

Why?

Because God forgave me.

Because I was also involved in
homicides, I did bad things too.

And God forgave me.

So I understood what
it meant to forgive.

Thank you God! Thank you!

Finally!

Andrés, get over here!

The first one.

Thank you Lord, thank you!

Thank you God!

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