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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

The teenager you see singing a duet with Quique "The Cuis"

is the daughter of a San Onofre inmate

who was celebrating her quinceañera in the penitentiary.

Shameful, isn't it?

Indeed, Roberto. We know the video was very controversial.

Above all, it created many uncertainties

about the present life of Quique "The Cuis" in jail,

because it's said that he could be working as a mule

for one of the penitentiary's big bosses.

Look how they got Cuis working for the Toad.

Cocksucker!

What's up, Cuis? You're on camera now?

Let's remember he's imprisoned for poisoning his manager.

SCANDAL AT SAN ONOFRE SHOWING A VIDEO OF A PARTY IN THE PRISON

You're an ace at work, man.

You're even a dancer.

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

Stop! Don't be mad, asshole!

What are you doing? Stop it.

Stop it, you son of a bitch.

-What are you doing, asshole? -Clean it off a bit.

What are you doing, asshole?

Dude, I'm a true artist. What's your fucking problem, douchebag?

You're a dog.

You're a monkey who'll end up fucking dying here.

What's your problem? Piece of shit.

Motherfucker.

What's up, man?

Why don't you go fuck yourself, too, you fucking asshole?

Fuck off, asshole. Get out.

-You're the asshole! -What's your problem, faggot?

Open the door! Get out! Motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

Damned work.

You can't be dumber, Colombia.

What's wrong with you, fatso? What's wrong, son of a bitch?

What's up, Colombia? What's up?

Stop. Stop. What's your problem? Stop. Easy.

-Sensitive faggot. -Ugly faggot. Asshole.

What's the matter, fags? You outnumbered me, motherfuckers.

You can't fuck with me on your own.

We'll be standing in line to fuck you up, fuckhead.

Come alone, you fat faggot. I'll be waiting.

Job's done, fellas. It's done.

See you.

It seems there are many people here who don't like you.

Garófalo, you think this is a Boy Scout camp,

but it's a reservoir of fucking killers.

Look what those animals did to my car.

The car's not important. Someone could've died.

Don't strain. Easy there.

Ninja, I need you to just breathe.

Easy, easy, easy. Breathe.

I'll get you out of here.

Easy, easy, easy.

There you go. The missing dead guy.

Toad Quiroga's cousin.

Now what do we do?

What's so damn interesting?

Great crib.

Wanna move in?

Yeah, but I'd make some changes.

Change the colors.

Hang a chandelier.

-What would you add? A divan? A divan. -A rug.

The only furniture you'll put here is your casket.

-So, what's your problem with me? -My problem?

What the fuck is the matter with you?

Me? What's the matter with me? What's the matter?

Something's wrong? Something happened?

I have just one problem with you. Just one!

The only guy here that makes arrangements with Antín...

c'est moi.

Raincoat.

Listen up.

Do you think I'm a fucking idiot? That I didn't realize

that you made arrangements with Antín to fuck up my call center?

Look, I don't know who's filling your head with crap.

But you're getting paranoid, man. Go see a shrink.

-What did you say? -You're paranoid. Go see a shrink.

Come here, come here.

-Paranoid, old man. Go to a shrink. -Is that right?

Besides fat, you think I'm an idiot?

Yessica.

You know her?

What do you mean?

If something happens to me, you won't see her dance anymore.

What's up? You like it?

You do it well.

Did you take a good look?

This is happening right now.

I have people just feet away from your daughter.

If I don't make a call now, buy a smaller casket.

Call Yessica.

Hi, Yessi. Yes, it's Daddy, honey.

Tell me, where are you? Yes.

Listen to me, baby.

Take your girlfriends and go home right now.

And stay there.

Because Dad says so.

Yes, honey. I love you, too.

Not with family, Borges.

Not with family.

Get out.

Your decision seems rushed and reckless.

We have a lot of resources to help Patricio.

I don't care. Use those resources to help me.

If you have a new recourse on behalf of Salgado,

you are wasting your time.

The detainee remains in preventive detention.

We are not here to present a recourse.

I'm here to confess.

Patricio is innocent.

I killed my husband.

Who did this to you?

One of the inmates?

This is a nice place.

You like it?

I don't have friends.

No?

Why not?

I don't like that. I was never good at friendships.

Your grandma hit you?

You can tell me anything.

I won't do anything you don't want me to. I promise.

What? Do you wanna be my friend?

I told you I don't like having friends.

You're right.

I should stay out of your life.

Are you hungry?

Do you want me to make you something to eat?

Yes.

Okay. Let's see what we have.

Unbelievable. We were doing a flawless job.

The incident rate was going down.

Now, all of a sudden, everything explodes. Fuck.

Whiskey?

Can the people below see me here?

Not during the day, no.

But if it's dark out, and you turn on the lights here, they can see you.

You feel powerful, right, Antín?

How?

Like you're the biggest motherfucker, right?

-Yes, I am. A true motherfucker. -Okay.

Thing is, you're not here for a cock-measuring contest with the inmates.

You have another duty.

Start thinking about moving this office to the ground floor.

The warden's office, ever since San Onofre was built,

has been in this very room.

I just redecorated it.

Okay. If it was always like this, now it will change.

You're not in a good position.

Okay, don't be mad at me.

If I have problems, it means I work well.

I have mafias that face me because I mess with them.

And those mafias have always existed, for decades. They're not new.

With all due respect, they exist due to the measures you take. They thrive on it.

-You think so? -Yes.

And I don't think so. I know it to be true.

Just take a look at Toad Quiroga.

He spends more time on the phone with you than with his wife.

And that bothers you?

I talk with all the inmates, Antín.

Toad Quiroga is an icon to them.

Yes, he's an icon. A nice icon.

-He's an icon. -Yes, an interesting icon.

Go ahead. Come in.

-Excuse me, sir. -What is it, Godoy?

What's up?

Speak your mind. We're all trustworthy here in San Onofre.

So say whatever you want.

Okay. We went to inspect the terrace the dead body was thrown from.

And what did you discover?

-Another body. -Another body.

Another body. Are you shitting me?

This dude really loves coke.

He can take it anytime.

What a horrible day to make war, right?

And to die here, but that's another story.

You think this dude's brother got killed?

I don't know.

I think it was fucking worthless that we stood up for him.

No. No, it wasn't.

They must understand that this yard is ours.

Doc. Doctor. Dude.

Hey, I'm talking to you. Why don't you pay attention?

What's wrong with you, asshole?

Hey, I'm talking to you, asshole.

Where's my brother, man? Dude, answer me, for fuck's sake.

What do you want? Dope? Here. Don't bust my balls.

I don't want dope. What are you doing? Motherfucker!

You were in Toad's cell block when my brother was taken.

What happened to him?

Hey, I'm talking to you, asshole. Answer me.

-The terrace. -What about it?

Ninja.

What are you talking about? I mean Marito, not Ninja, man.

Wake up, man!

-He died. -Who died?

Who fucking died? Who died?

-I killed him. -Who?

-Who did you kill? -Ninja.

-You killed Ninja? -It was an accident.

You killed Ninja? You're confusing me. And Marito? Where's Marito?

What happened to my brother, man?

I also killed one of the Toad's guys.

What the fuck are you talking about, for fuck's sake?

Raviolito. Some guy called Raviolito.

Mario, you son of a bitch. Marito, you motherfucker.

For fuck's sake, Mario. You're all right, man.

I thought you got killed.

Mario, I told you I had to come with you, man.

Stop. Nothing... Don't be such a pussy. It's over.

-Are you okay? -Yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine.

-You're gonna give me a heart attack. -Don't be such a pussy.

Welcome back, Mario.

-Thanks. -Borges!

-What's up? What happened in there? -Nothing.

Nothing.

We made a temporary nonaggression pact.

So we'll celebrate.

With lots of booze, a big barbecue.

On Borges.

Thanks for the support.

-Thanks. -Let's go.

You two...

Three.

We'll have a conversation later.

Spill it, Marito. What happened with that fat faggot?

I thought I was done.

I think I saw the bright light at the end of the tunnel.

What tunnel, Mario? What? Are there tunnels here?

Sometimes it's so hard.

So hard.

What are you talking about? Is there a tunnel or not?

It's a manner of saying that I almost got killed. That...

That's what I meant.

Figuratively?

Well, yeah, dude.

And God, the Almighty,

he has...

a guardian angel for me, born in Colombia.

He's in a gilded cage now

Just a tethered dog now

Without love, without liberty

So, Mario.

Everything's different here.

Nice stash.

Allow me, please. I'll pour one for you.

Colombia, I have a very complicated favor to ask.

If we made empanadas with Ontiveros, then this is a walk in the park.

I'm all ears.

When Toad finds out,

and he will, that we wrecked his call center,

he'll want to rip me apart.

So I need insurance.

I need your people outside

to follow his daughter and wife.

At close range. You know what I mean?

You want to grab him by the balls. Am I right?

-You wanna fuck him up pretty good. -Exactly.

If this goes well...

we both have a nice future ahead.

Count on it, Mario.

Good things.

To life.

-Thanks, Diosito. -You're welcome.

What's up?

Speak!

They killed Raviolito.

What?

They shot him

and threw him to the sidewalk.

One of the Borges crew is dead, too.

It was probably that motherfucking doctor.

That ungrateful backstabber.

I want him now. Bring him in. Here. Bring him to me.

Stop it, Toad.

If he's back in the yard, it's gonna be very hard to get him out,

because they doubled the guards to keep us away. See?

The doc's leaving the yard.

Can this be happening?

Stop it, Toad. Toad, not Fiorella. Toad. Toad.

Why the fuck don't I get any fucking respect?

Toad, not Fiorella. Please, stop. Stop. Stop.

You can cut off all the supplies to the yard.

Cut off their dope, their booze, their food. You can do all that.

Easy there, Toad. Stop.

You're right. You're right.

Handle it, Morcilla.

And take your girlfriend to the infirmary.

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Inspection!

Since when do you do an inspection in this cell block without letting me know?

Who ordered it?

Antín's orders. Since when?

Since you fucked it up and broke the code.

You blew up the warden's car, Toad.

I'll get you for this, Capece. You know I will.

Yeah? Maybe. But now, you and your people

are gonna stand against the wall, drop your pants,

and show your little tushes to everybody. Come on! Against the wall!

Everyone, asses out! Come on!

You, too, Toad.

As soon as you know anything, call me, and just me.

And make sure they send this to his family.

This is not a coincidence.

These are the mafias that want to overthrow me.

The only mafia here is you, Antín.

You're fucking useless. San Onofre is no-man's land.

You either change or retire.

I want a report on my desk first thing in the morning.

Hello. Yes.

Wait a minute.

Hey! Thief.

Did you know that 50% of pizza gets eaten before it's put in the oven?

It's the tastiest. Try it.

Do you want to call anyone to let them know you're sleeping over?

No.

When I was your age and I wanted to go out, do you know what I did?

I changed the time on all the clocks at home.

When my mom woke up, she wouldn't know what time I arrived.

-Really? -Yeah.

And your old man?

He wasn't around.

Right, he was in jail.

You're worse than my grandma, then.

They never said anything about it?

-Where? -Where you work.

No, it's something I don't talk about.

It's on my chart, but I'd rather not talk about it.

Are you ashamed?

No.

No, it's not embarrassing, but it's something delicate.

It's all very divided in there.

There are those on the inmates' side and those on the guards' side.

And I just want to focus on my work.

You have asshole guards and cool guards.

Like Godoy, right?

There are asshole inmates and cool inmates, too.

Cool inmates?

Cool guards?

My brother's in jail in San Onofre.

Yeah?

What's his name?

Nicolás. Nicolás Olmos. Oaky.

We were both raised by our grandma.

He was smarter than me.

He wanted to be in jail so he didn't have to see her.

You don't know what a cunt my grandma is.

It was probably her who sent someone to beat me up.

Why would she do that?

Because I told her I didn't want to work in jails anymore.

I'd rather work in some apartment, like other girls, who run ads.

I get it.

My grandma's gig isn't fucking inmates.

She handles chicks that are hookers out of obligation.

Relatives of the inmates. I don't dig that.

If you're a hooker, then be so on your own terms.

Sure.

So, what now?

The gig is handled by someone inside.

You'd have to ask my brother. I'm sure he knows.

My bet.

I want 28.

I want 32.

You're loaded, dude. Come on.

Here.

Speaking of loaded, when was your last fuck?

Hi.

Excuse me.

They bought a nice tree. Expensive, huh?

Hear me out. This rosary...

is blessed by the pope.

Not the Nazi one, the Polish one. John Paul II.

It's from my wife, who gave it to me for protection.

I want you to have it.

Why me?

Because I saw how you handled the gang yesterday.

I'm not an idiot. I can recognize leadership.

Here.

Come on.

Take it. Come on.

And this...

is for you.

I know you like reading. You're one of my guys.

I always say you can get anything in life with a gun. Anything.

But only once or twice. Three times, maybe.

But a book gives you something forever.

So, here. Enjoy.

To what do we owe this?

Appreciation. Gratitude.

Something huge happened yesterday, man.

The big motherfucker here, from San Onofre,

had to eat his words because the bases united.

Something happened. There was a fight. Something.

The ground shook.

Opportunities are like this, like a train. You either get on it or you miss it.

Okay, cut the crap.

You want us to get together to take down the Toad.

The idea did occur to me.

Right.

But we can't speak for the others.

Okay. You need to consult with the guys.

It's okay. I've been putting some people together. Plenty.

What's in it for us?

Because we don't want any trouble. We don't care about the guy on top.

Fine by me.

No, these kids are persistent. They're tougher than a mammoth's ass.

They're thinking about making a gang that unites them,

instead of thinking about taking down the Toad.

Don't sweat it. That's not the issue. The yard's the issue. Who runs the yard?

The yard's the heart of this prison. The heart of San Onofre.

-If we don't have the yard, we're fucked. -But I already know that, Antín.

-Put the squeeze on them. -But I need time to--

No! Don't ask me for time.

Don't ask me for that,

because this motherfucker has me up against the ropes.

There's no time. You know what I mean?

Use your brains. Use the talents you have.

Use them and think about what we can do. Then tell me what you come up with.

If I come up with anything, I'll let you know.

Come on. Go on.

Oh, God.

Let's go, Borges. Let's go, Borges.

Show some balls.

Borges.

-Can I bother you for a minute? -Yes. What happened?

I have a plan.

An idea.

To murder Toad Quiroga.

And why do you come to me with that plan?

Everyone knows you started a war.

I wanna be on your side.

Tell me about the plan.

Toad uses me as his personal radio.

I spend hours singing sometimes.

I'm in his cell block all day long.

When he's tired of my voice, he makes me brew some maté,

massage him, anything that pops into his head.

I'm like his mule.

This Toad is a piece of shit.

And with your career... What a piece of shit.

I can poison him.

You did it.

-What? -You did it.

-What do you mean? -You did it.

-You killed your manager. -No. What are you talking about?

-I said no. -You did it.

I was set up. You don't know anything about that fucking business.

-Yeah. Yes, yes, sure. -It wasn't me. But you know what?

I could do it now.

I hate Toad.

I really hate him.

Look, man. I'm thankful for your plan.

I'll keep it in mind. I promise.

I advise you to stay out of deep shit. Stay out of it.

Don't you think I'm already in deep shit? Pretty deep.

If they find out, you're dead.

I don't want to carry the responsibility of a famous corpse. You know what I mean?

-I see you don't take me seriously. -Of course I do.

Man, how could I not take you seriously?

We don't have to rush it.

Fuckers like Toad need to go down slowly.

Get it?

Thanks.

Yes, madam. Ask for Emma. I'll answer the phone myself.

I'm really sorry. I truly am.

What a fucking mess.

Two stiffs in a single day. I can't believe it.

And during Garófalo's visit, nonetheless.

I called the family. It's done.

Thanks, honey. Thanks. I owe you.

Making that call is very difficult.

I should've paid attention to what you told me about that girl,

the prostitute.

Why? What happened?

I just bumped into her grandma at the door.

She told me the girl's gone. She can't find her anywhere.

She went to every police station, she phoned every hospital,

and she's gone. Poor woman.

I stumbled upon her outside the prison.

She was beaten up. She's fine now.

What did you do? Where did you take her?

I have no idea where she is.

What I can say is that her grandma's story isn't what you think.

And what I thought, that she extorted the girls

to become prostitutes in here, was true.

Extorted?

And how did she extort them, detective?

I don't know yet.

But what I do know is that they're relatives of the inmates

that come from the provinces.

If things are the way you say, it's very serious.

We have to do something.

We have to file a police report, take the girl to file it.

Where is she?

I told you. I don't know.

You didn't ask her for a phone number, an address, anything?

I guess she's at a friend's house. I don't know.

-Barny. -Yeah, man.

Do you have the water ready to rinse this?

-Yeah. It's here. -I'm all dyed up, man.

-Let's go. -Here it comes.

-Let's rinse it. -Waterfall!

Thanks, dude.

Hey, dude.

You plan to stay hidden there forever without showing your face?

You need to face problems.

Hey man, got any deodorant? I'm seeing my girl today.

No, I don't.

You're seeing your girl?

Watch your mouth. Tell her anything about the inside,

but keep your mouth shut when it comes to outside business.

-What are you talking about, Mario? -Nothing.

You know why we got busted, Colombia?

Because mister, here, started dating a girl that likes to talk.

Watch your ass before talking about Mecha. She didn't squeal on you, motherfucker.

When you meet her,

ask her what she was doing in Avellaneda, at 800 Belgrano Avenue,

around 3:30 p.m. with a cop.

Are you having her followed?

Come on, James. Come, Barny. Let's go. Come on.

I need to tell you something we gotta do.

How do you know that, Mario?

Come on. Speak, for fuck's sake, if you're gonna speak.

-Asshole. -Shut it.

Now you.

Do you wanna cum on my tits?

No, wait. It's done. Get off.

What's your problem?

-Stop. What's your problem? -Get out. Get out.

What's up with you?

What were you doing in Avellaneda last Friday?

Around 3:30 p.m., near Belgrano. You were there with a pig?

You're fucking a cop, whore?

Fucking asshole. What's your problem?

-What's up, asshole? -What's up with you?

I was with my cousin Luis. You know my cousin Luis is a cop, you idiot.

You mocked me for that our entire relationship.

-And what were you doing? -Are you nuts?

I went to visit my aunt. She had a gallbladder operation, asshole.

You're fucking nuts. Out of your fucking mind.

-Which aunt? Aunt Carmen? -Go fuck yourself.

What happened to Aunt Carmen? Tell me.

What happened with Aunt Carmen? Is she okay?

No. No. No. Get off. Get off.

-Now you don't trust me? -I'm just asking!

You weren't asking. You were doubting me.

You sent one of your brother's lackeys to follow me around?

-No! I didn't send anyone. -You're sending people to follow me?

-I didn't! -You dare to have me followed?

They wanna know who you are because I showed a picture of you

and he recognized you because a friend of his thinks he saw you. I don't know...

I don't know how it went.

You know what, Diosito? You're a terrible liar.

I'm not lying. Come here!

Mecha!

Mecha! Come on! Come here. Come on!

Come on! I'll cum on your tits! Come on!

Good Lord, I didn't remember what it was like making love to you.

It's so good! My God.

What's going on? Didn't you like it?

Of course I did, dummy.

Sure, but you didn't cum.

You're dying for that.

Look, just give me two minutes.

I'll rest for a bit, and we can have a rematch.

-Why the long face? -What long face?

You're worried about something.

Come on. Spit it out. Don't make me get angry for nothing.

No, it's nothing.

Tell me. Don't make me mad. Something's up.

It'll be worse if I tell you.

On Yessi.

Tell me. Tell me. You didn't like fucking me?

It's not that. It's not that, Toad.

What is it, then?

It's just that... How do I put this?

There's some incompatibility.

Come here. Come here. Come here.

Incompatibility? Come here.

Explain it to me, because I don't get it.

No, it's an issue that... It's me.

Mine's a little expanded.

When I compare mine, proportionally, with yours--

You're telling me I have a small dick?

No. No. Well, see?

See why I didn't want to tell you? You always twist things.

Twist? You're telling me I have a small dick.

Yours is big, mine's small. It's clear.

No. No, no, no. Don't... It's not you.

I am... I'm the problem.

-It's my problem because-- -Yeah?

Yeah, because I'm a big person

and everything's big in me. And sometimes...

I don't feel it.

You don't feel my dick because it's small.

-Toadie. -What?

Toadie.

Size doesn't matter.

What did you do, you son of a bitch?

What did you do, you son of a bitch?

Motherfucker.

I don't have a small dick.

Oh, mama!

Girls, how I missed these pampering sessions.

Back at the hospital, we had a nurse who was a sergeant. Unbelievable.

I called her Capece.

She didn't fucking understand, anyway.

Baby, you scared the shit out of us.

-Yeah. -When they tossed you from the terrace...

I thought you were dead, poor thing. It's a good thing nothing happened.

Easy, girls. Easy. I'm fine.

Look at César's fucking face.

Come here, little faggot. Join us.

What do you think? That we're infectious?

I came to join Oaky. Just that.

If we had a faggometer here...

César is the gayest in the house.

So funny. But I have a girlfriend, dude.

I'm having a déjà vu. I remember when Fabiola

was standing right there with a fucking long face, and she said...

"Don't fuck with me. I'm César. You know I have a girlfriend."

They told me you're looking for trouble again.

Be careful. Please.

No, I'm not doing anything.

I'm trying to get us organized, so they leave us alone.

That's impossible. Everyone here tries to save their own ass.

-You know that. -You'll see.

When all the guys from Ezeiza, Devoto,

the guys here, Sierra Grande, and everyone in the Sub-21 get organized.

Sub-21? And us girls? Where do we fit in?

César, got a smoke?

No, I don't. Go buy some.

You know what? Grab the smoke and shove it up your ass, idiot.

Do you need help, pumpkin?

Is this the Tupperware party?

Hey, dipshit, you have an interview with Miss Molinari.

I didn't ask for one.

Don't fuck with me, or I'll take you by the hair.

Stop it, Capece.

She's a new girl, she's hot, so for once in your fucking life,

do as I tell you.

Right now, Capece? I'm getting pampered.

Why don't you let me relax for a while?

Why the fuck didn't your head explode like a watermelon

when you fell?

Capece, it's been a while since I've seen your beautiful bald head.

Why are you here? You're getting a perm done?

Did you miss my kisses? Kisses on your bald head?

Come here. Come here.

Okay, I'll wait. I'll wait for a bit.

Hi, it's Emma. Leave your message after the tone. Thanks.

Hi, Carla. It's Emma.

I wanted to check on you. How's everything around the house?

Okay. When you can, please call me at the phone number I wrote down, okay?

See you tonight. Kisses.

Hello.

What's going on, Mom?

What's the problem with her using the toilet?

You don't use it.

Mom. Stop. Mom.

Mom, please. Mom, please don't insult her. Mom!

Mom, don't insult her. Please, don't insult her!

Mom, you know what?

Go fuck yourself! I hope you drop dead!

Just fucking die already! And leave me the fuck alone!

Go. Go on.

Go, baby.

What are we gonna do?

Fly away.

Fly.

Here's the skydiver. He's all yours.

Motherfucker.

-Hi. -Hi.

How are you? I'm Emma.

Sit down.

Look, I know why you called me.

My sister Carla probably asked for my unit transfer.

I have to stay here with my people. In the yard.

Besides, I know my rights very well and I know that--

That's not the reason I called. Sit down.

Your sister's in trouble.

-Carla? -Yes, Carla.

She was attacked outside the prison.

She doesn't want to come back.

She told me there's a prostitution ring of family members here

and that you know who runs it.

No.

I know what everyone knows.

Look. An inmate comes from the provinces,

with his girlfriend really fucking far away,

and they call from the prison with some bullshit about

inmate's uprooting and all that. They offer her a great job,

and a home close to the prison so she can visit.

Then they come here, and they have nothing.

Do you know how many girls I know that sold everything to come?

Who runs all that?

Someone from the correctional service?

Let's say that I do know.

Why should I tell you?

Because you'd be helping your sister.

Do you know how many times I've heard this story?

Pretty, well-spoken professionals like you.

They talk to you two or three times to get you in.

And then they're gone.

And they never set foot in the fucking yard.

Well, not me.

Not you?

Do you walk around the yard?

-Of course I do. -Yeah?

Let's go now, since it's nice outside. My treat.

If I go now, will you tell me what you know?

Salgado!

Come with me.

No, I won't leave the fucking yard.

The warden wants to have a word with you.

-What does he want? -They're taking you to court.

It seems there's news about your case.

Let's go, man. It's for the best.

Come on.

Open the gate!

Come on. Hey, hey, hey!

What are you doing?

The doctor is coming with me.

Yeah?

Okay, take him.

Fuck.

Capece, do you read me? We're in trouble.

Look at me. Look at me, Toad. Easy.

Easy. Easy. Easy.

Harder. Harder, fellas.

Toad!

Look at me. Toad!

Easy.

Harder, fellas. Harder. Harder. Harder. Come on!

Breathe. Here.

There he is. Come on. Hurry. Come on. Get on it. Get on it.

-Why are you shoving me? -Get on it. He's a goner.

-There he is. There. -He's a goner. Come on.

What happened?

I don't know. He was fine, and then he was like this.

Okay. Let's see.

Hold that pen tube. When I ask for it, give it to me.

Give me the shiv.

-Give me the shiv. Come on. -Careful there. If Toad dies...

you die.

Wanna keep chatting or you want him to live?

What's it gonna be?

You know how to do this?

Here.

Give me the tube.

Okay.

Welcome to the courtyard.

As you can see, this is it.

You wanted to have a look? Here, I'll show you.

Do you see why nobody wants to come here?

Would you live here?

Even for two days of your life?

Come.

These are the younger ones. The ones from the first tents.

Starting early?

-Jorge lives here. Jorge! -I'm busy, dude.

Okay. He's busy.

-Too much free time and no TV. -Yes.

These are some of the other guys.

Living in filth, with dirty mattresses.

Hey, could you get dressed? There's a lady here, man!

Sorry.

That's just how it is. That's why I go and tell you what's going on,

because no one else is listening.

Things need to change around here. We can't live like this.

Come on, man.

More tents over here.

Show some respect, guys. You never saw a woman?

Come in. Don't be rude, man.

You're a peach, Doctor.

Some of them need a reality check.

Those are my friends, my family.

Good morning, Doctor.

-Miss! -Hi.

What an honor to see you here.

-How are you? -I'm fine.

Now that I see you, I'm even better.

I should've dressed a bit fancier.

You look pretty nice anyway.

Thank you so much. That's very kind.

Miss, would you come in?

Yeah, sure.

Make yourself at home. Come in. Look around.

-Excuse me. -Enjoy.

I'll sit for a bit.

-How are you? -Fine.

-Sort of. -What happened?

I wanted to have a word with you because...

You probably know about women because...

Well, because you are a woman.

My girlfriend dumped me and I'm sad.

If you want, I can help you locate her.

And see if she wants to come and talk to you. Would you like that?

Toad!

-Go. You have to leave. -Let's go! Come on! Let's go!

Oaky, come here. Let's go. Take her to the infirmary.

Pedro, get water. Bring water. Get water over there.

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