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How do you know this will work?

Trust me.

It's not the first time we've done it.

Remember us when you're outside.

Send us some smokes.

Tell your son that Fiorella got you out of here.

Toad doesn't do this for just anyone.

It seems he likes you.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Answer me, Borges.

What the fuck are you doing here?

In my cell.

Morcilla called me for a truce, so I came.

Truce.

What truce?

Toad, it's just that...

The guys started a riot in the yard and...

I wanted to sort some things out,

so you could find calmer waters when you returned, you know?

The boys are pissed, and rightfully so.

You attacked us with Molotov cocktails.

That's not okay.

It doesn't follow the code.

And this girl, the professional, what's her name? Molinari.

Poor thing, she got hurt.

And what the fuck do I have to do with it?

I know nothing.

Maybe it was you, you fucking homo.

No, Toad. How can you say that?

No. I didn't... I have no clue...

I wanted to ask Borges to see if he knew anything.

Borges, Borges.

Borges, Borges, Borges.

Borges, get the fuck out.

You get me?

I don't wanna see you in my cell block.

And forget what you talked about with this fag.

It's over.

There's no truce.

I couldn't hear you. Could you repeat that?

Go fuck yourself.

I won't shoot you in the head.

Bye, Toad.

Bye, Borges. Bye.

Fiorella!

Go get Cuis. I need some music.

This is the best medicine, man.

I don't know how you, being a doctor, are such a junkie.

Every doctor's a junkie.

-Since college. -Oh, yeah?

We're all junkies.

I see.

Did you cut anyone open? Did you take their guts out?

I'm an anesthesiologist.

So you're one of those that dopes the patient.

That puts him to sleep.

More than putting him to sleep, I'm the one who wakes him up.

Anyone can put a guy to sleep.

The trick is waking him up, you know what I mean?

You shouldn't be in here.

You should be out there, doing what you do.

We're all fucked. We don't know how to do anything else, so...

Makes no difference if we're here or there.

Tell me about it.

When my kid's born, both his parents will be in jail.

And who knows until when.

It's a nightmare.

Come on, dude. Relax.

It'll all work out. The little fucker will understand.

What's important is that you love him.

What the fuck happened to you?

Nothing. This scratch?

That fucking Colombian. Your watchdog.

It's just a superficial wound.

His wound wasn't superficial.

What the fuck's wrong with you? How can you mess with the Colombian?

-He's our friend. -Friend?

You wanna get yourself killed? My wife will chop off my balls.

What's the matter with you?

That's bullshit.

If something happens to me, there's a friend who'll save me,

heal me.

You don't know what happened.

No, what would you know? You don't have friends.

You have all those idiots who do what the mighty Mario Borges thinks and says.

You were giving it a trial run?

No, no, no, no, Toad.

No, no. What are you talking about? Please.

Tell me. You like the chair.

You like the chair.

If you want to sit on the chair, you'll have to shoot me.

With your own hands.

What are you talking about, Toad?

I'd never do such a thing.

I'm a loyal guy, through and through.

Okay.

Fine, then.

Where's Pantera?

In the bunker, with the twins.

Fuck.

How is it possible that the only worthy person

in this fucking prison

is in the bunker?

Yes, Quiroga. How are you?

What can I say? Things are bad here.

Everything's gone to shit.

I arrived from the hospital and my cell was wrecked.

Fucked up.

And my best people, locked in the bunker.

The bunker, again? Antín is crazy.

You better come here and fix this, because the guys are getting impatient.

And I don't know if I'll be able to stop them.

I know what everyone knows.

An inmate comes from the provinces,

with his girlfriend really fucking far away,

and they call from the prison with some bullshit about

inmates 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.

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.

The gig is handled by someone inside.

If you file a report...

If you file an internal report,

things will go sour with your own people.

You know what I mean?

They took our documents, locked us in a room.

Now everyone's fucking her.

-She's your sister? -Yeah, she's my sister.

What sort of relationship do you have with Laura?

She's my cousin. She came from Chaco.

And I haven't seen my nephew in ages.

It pisses me off.

Did your sister tell you who's running things here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She told me.

You can trust me. Tell me.

Is it a woman?

Yeah.

They call her "the Chief."

What's her name?

Mom, stop talking nonsense.

She didn't rob you. She changed your diaper. Mom...

No, she's not a thief. She's a good woman. An honest woman.

She ate three cookies because she was hungry.

Don't you get it? What would she steal from you? Three cookies?

You'll sit tight in front of the TV, very still, watching TV until I get there.

And don't call me every 15 minutes,

because the more you call, the later I'll come back home.

Are we clear?

She left. She left before I could get a substitute.

How rude. How irresponsible.

With all the people looking for jobs, right?

Yeah, I don't know where to find those people.

I truly don't know where they are.

I can't find them. I'm not sure if it's the family allowance program, or...

Or everybody knows that my mom's a pain in the ass.

God.

Okay, kid.

I think it's clear, right?

That your grandma has to answer for your behavior?

That everything you do or say compromises her.

Relax, Rita. She didn't say anything. I trust her completely.

No, she didn't say anything. She said everything,

except she didn't squeal on me.

She said everything else.

I have a godson. I still remember his baptism like it was yesterday.

The priest told me, "Rita,

are you willing to lead a life consistent

with the responsibility you are about to assume?

To lead by example, to guide this son of God

towards the path of faith?"

I assumed it.

Today, Carlitos is 38 years old.

He's a fatass idiot.

But I'm there for him. I guide him. I give him advice.

I guess that a grandmother's commitment is much higher.

But she failed you!

My grandma has nothing to do with it.

That's perfectly clear, kid. Perfectly clear.

I warn you that the next time you speak to someone,

guess who'll have to pay for it?

Your grandma. And your brother.

My brother already paid.

You said you'd take care of him, and he spent four months in the hospital.

-Shut the fuck up! -Don't yell at me, you fucking brat!

Don't yell at me! Fuck.

If your brother gets into trouble, I can't help him.

I'm not his babysitter.

Carlita's willing to start working whenever you say.

Right now, if you want.

Here.

I might get a temporary release in a few months.

Really?

What a lucky dude.

You were in the infirmary for half a year, you get out and now you leave?

How much longer do you have?

I don't know, six or seven years. I think I'll die here.

How about you?

I wouldn't know what to tell you, bro.

How can you not know?

Do you wanna know? Ask my lawyer, bro.

Pedrito. Well said, dude. Nice.

Careful, Pedrito. Maybe you served your time

and they forgot about you.

-What do you know, Picachu? Maybe. -Maybe.

Okay. Well, this is done. Do you like it?

-It's great, man. -See?

-I like it. -How's that coming up, Pica?

Good. It's done, too. I don't know. Check it out. If you like it...

Let's see.

Sub-21.

That's it, man. We're the craziest fuckers in the county, bro.

There it is. Look.

-Awesome, dude. -It's great.

Let me try.

Let me try.

No, I can't.

-Leave it. -Leave it. Just leave it.

Party's over.

Sub-21, Borges.

Remember it.

Would you mind telling me what the fuck you're doing standing there?

You want us to worship you, like Gauchito Gil?

Come here, you. Come here.

You have a hole there.

I was close this time.

Very close. Shit.

From the looks of it, you didn't have such a good time, right?

It's nothing.

I like the bunker.

God, have mercy.

Here we are.

The two of us.

Still standing.

Nobody's gonna stick their finger up our asses if we're together.

And if they do,

they'll take it out with tons of shit.

And Mecha?

No, she didn't want to come, but she gave me a letter for you.

Here. Here it is.

-A letter? -Yes.

-What does it say? -Are you nuts? Why would I read it?

For real, Diosito, I always dug you.

From the very first time I saw you.

You know where.

But, you know...

I didn't agree with you messing with your brother's business.

We had other plans, and I can't stand that you're in jail.

I can't stand visiting you in jail. I'm selfish. I know.

And you deserve a better woman than me.

So this is a goodbye letter.

I'm sorry, my love.

Goodbye. Bye-bye.

Don't call me or look me up.

Let's not make this harder than it is.

Besides, I'm moving far away, to another country.

So I can forget you fast,

because the thing is that everything here reminds me of you.

What's up, brother?

What does the letter say?

Maybe this girl got out of hand?

What's important is not fucking up his self-esteem.

Sorry for not accepting you as you are.

I know that being a crook is a job like any other.

But it's not for me.

I loved you. Mecha.

Everyone bails on me, man.

Now Mecha broke up with me.

Honey, what a shame.

You.

You don't have anything to say?

It's your fault, Mario.

That's why these things happen to me, man.

That's why this happens, Gladys, because I'm in here.

Because I risked everything to save your ass, Mario.

I save you and you pay me like this?

Like this how?

What do I have to do with it? Mecha dumps you and you blame me?

What do I have to do with it?

Well, brother, you could treat me better in here.

Like a brother.

Like a true brother.

You bail on me in here, man. You turn your back on me.

You leave me for that fucking Colombian, man.

Yeah, Gladys, that's the way it is. You don't know because you're not in here.

What do you think? That I'm an idiot? That I don't realize it?

Relax, Diosito. Come on, your brother loves you.

He loves you like a son.

Mario. Marito, say something.

I can't see you like this, dumbass.

I really love you, man.

I...

Bullshit!

-Bullshit? -Liar.

You say that now.

He says that because you're here, Gladys. Later, when we're alone, it's different.

I'm all alone here, Mario.

I'm here. Alone? Are you nuts? What are you saying?

-Dumbass. -I'm more and more alone.

I adore you, idiot.

A round of applause for the doc, people.

The man that saved Toad's life with a tiny pen.

I'm glad you're okay.

Thanks. Thank you so much.

Have a seat, Doc.

Did you know you're a dilemma?

A big dilemma.

Because on the one hand,

you saved my life.

I'm eternally grateful for that.

On the other hand, you started a shitstorm for me.

Did you know that the guy you killed up on the terrace was my cousin?

It was an accident.

An accident.

That's what I'll say to his family. It was an accident.

What are we gonna do?

-I get it. -No.

You don't get it.

You don't get it, son.

It's a hell of a dilemma for me.

Do you know what it's like to have the family up here all the time?

Messing with your head.

"Justice! Justice!

Kill him! Tear him apart!

Make him disappear!"

On the other hand, me, telling myself,

"Stop, fatass. Stop.

He saved your life."

What kind of person are you?

Where's morality in this life, for fuck's sake? Where is it?

You know what?

You're an outsider and you're having a kid.

His mom's in jail, you're in jail. Who'll take care of him?

That's why Toad will grant you two things.

One...

life.

You'll keep walking.

And the other thing...

I'll make you a free man.

Good hand.

What does that mean?

That you're leaving.

To freedom.

That does not surprise me at all. You did a great job, Molinari.

And you did well in speaking to me first rather than Antín.

Do you think Antín might be involved?

At least, turning a blind eye to it, right?

How was it that prostitutes...

That these girls entered?

Allegedly, they're in a pottery workshop.

They're imaginative. Fuckers.

Look, things are about to change in San Onofre.

And the truth is I need people like you,

who are willing to stand up for what's right.

With honesty and respect.

You'll surely hear a lot of criticism for my way of bonding with the inmates.

There are also people who support it. True, they're just a few.

Yes, they're just a few.

But it's also true that those who leave this prison

leave worse than when they entered. And that's what we need to change.

Do you think that's possible?

It's our obligation to try, right?

Let's keep the communication going.

Let's keep in permanent contact.

No, no, no. I'm not asking you to...

To become my snitch in the penitentiary.

No.

But I want you to work with the certainty that you will be heard.

Thank you so much.

You're the daughter of "the Goat" Molinari, right?

Yeah.

I was here when your old man was imprisoned.

I sometimes seem to remember a little girl who came to visit him.

I didn't know him that well.

When I started visiting him, he didn't want to see me anymore.

But your old man was a great man.

Very respected by the rest. Essentially, a man...

A kindhearted man.

Sometimes, I think that because of people like him

we must do what needs to be done.

Friends,

you're probably wondering

what happened to me during the last few days.

I want to tell you

that I was up against a scalpel.

But I won.

This proves that only the good die young.

Though some of you were already trying on my clothes.

Facing the Grim Reaper

made me reflect.

And I came to a very important conclusion for all of us.

We need someone to replace me when I'm gone.

And so,

I chose a partner.

Take a stand,

Pantera.

We called you up

because Toad is organizing a strike.

We're starting a riot?

It's a strike.

Toad.

The jail is yours.

Are you okay?

Better than ever.

I can imagine.

Well, that's why I wanted to show you this, for your peace of mind.

This is the Rivera prison.

Here's your girlfriend, Camila.

She's with inmates who are in a similar situation.

They're pregnant or have small children.

Look. The cells are like houses. See?

There's plenty of amenities. She's fine.

You can relax.

Are you sure you're okay? Are you on drugs?

Yeah.

I'm on drugs.

I don't give a flying fuck about anything you say.

-Is that so? -Yeah.

The only thing I know is that in a while, in here, a riot will take place.

The lights will go out.

I'll take advantage of that, go to the terrace,

and climb down with a rope.

I'll be a free man.

That's it.

I'm out.

Since I'm leaving,

I thought it would be nice to say goodbye. Right?

Are you sure you're okay? Are you on drugs?

Yeah.

Just a bit, yeah.

It's the only way to survive in here.

I truly disagree.

Still, thank you for what you told me about Camila.

It's good for me.

I'll give you her information in case you want to write or call her.

Sure.

Thanks.

San Onofre is a backwards place, Antín! You are backwards!

-Sure. -This looks like the Middle Ages.

-What Middle Ages? -Yes.

Why don't you read the statistics?

Why don't you read the reports, the percentages?

You'll see that in the last five years,

on average, from this year's first quarter, murder dropped by 17%,

and 18% fewer people injured in violent events.

Violent events dropped by 15%, easily.

And another thing, reports of guard abuse towards inmates dropped, too.

Okay, just a bit. Only 3%. But it dropped! It dropped 3%!

We signed agreements with universities.

I'm refurbishing the main hall. We have an acting course.

We have many inmates--

Since you like reports and data, I'll use them to support my case.

In the workshop, you had a full dining room set made, with chairs.

-Who, me? -Yes, you.

A small wine rack, a shoe organizer.

You get your car washed by inmates every other day.

-But that's small-time stuff. -Yes, small-time.

-You had seven televisions fixed. -It's not corruption.

Two washers, three audio systems.

Without taking into account the bribes you collected through the call center.

Do you have an army of informants?

-I have an army of informants. -A spy network.

You're a criminal, Antín!

Why don't you repeat that and I'll smash your face in, motherfucker?

I dare you.

Come here. Come in. Come in. Sit down.

Sit down. Sit down. I need to talk to you.

There's a...

a very serious complaint against you.

What?

Stop it, Mom. Stop it.

I don't know where they are. I didn't put them away.

Mom. Mom.

Listen to me. I'm not sure you'll understand what I'm about to tell you.

And if you do, I don't think you'll care.

But I just lost my job and I'm very distressed.

Could you at least look at me, kid?

I know you reported me.

I figured it out by myself.

From the very first time you came here, pissed off about the whores,

I knew you weren't going to stop screwing things up.

And I don't blame you.

If I were in your shoes, 20 years ago, I might have done the same thing.

No. Bullshit.

I would've fucked things up, like I usually do.

Because I'm a fucking idiot.

And that's why I have this shitty life.

Yeah, you're right.

Yeah, you're right.

What's going on, Mom?

You'll no longer be in San Onofre.

I'm letting you go.

You're letting me go?

Is this official?

Yes, it's official.

Is this your decision?

Yes. Your superior.

Yes, I know the hierarchy.

But just so you see there's nothing personal about this,

I'll offer you a deal.

I'm all ears.

Retire.

Leave with dignity.

Don't wait for a summary trial. I'd have to fire you.

Fine by me.

What's fine? Getting fired or retiring?

I think it's fine to leave on my own.

Quietly.

I'll be waiting to hear from you.

I wanted to tell you something, guys.

-It's important. -Shut up, faggots!

-Quiet! -People! Dude!

-Girls, hush. -Shut up!

Today is a very important day for the yard.

Because we united.

And so, we can do something.

It's important because we're all together, here, having a toast, like a big family.

I wanted to thank you for your sacrifice, your drive,

and for how ballsy you were.

And I want to make clear that this barbecue

is a token of appreciation that Borges feels for you.

Really.

And I want that kite to be the Sub-21 flag that flies forever

in this fucking yard.

And I promise you that at our next barbecue,

we'll clean the grill with Toad Quiroga's guts.

To good things to come.

Come on! Come on!

I am what I am Though they put me down

And they call me El Marginal

I risk my life But life leaves me high and dry

Always play to win Like a crazy goon

Walking down the halls A pickpocket till the day I die

I bet on my saint All in on this tomb

I fought for everything I was ever denied

I will never give up When I'm caught in their traps

Like a street dog Wandering outside

I earned what was mine Never begged for scraps

The piece flashes And they fall to the ground

I'm the punk That nobody wants around

Jacking off already?

And? So what? Come on. Fuck off, Morcilla.

-What? What's up? -These chicks are a mess, man.

Calambre, you're a pain in the ass, dude. Because...

Listen up. They say the same thing about you.

And yet, they do you the favor, so pay up.

Or else, go to the tent and jack off to a picture of Pedrito.

Let's go. Pay up.

Jackoff.

Okay, let's see. How much do you have?

Very good.

Didn't you hear that this gig is over? Cut it out.

You're messing with Toad Quiroga.

-I don't give a fuck about Toad Quiroga. -You don't have a clue.

Easy. Easy.

Give the money back. Where's Carla?

-What Carla? -Don't be a smartass.

-Carla! -What Carla?

Carla! Where are you? Carla?

What's going on here?

What's going on?

-Is Carla with you? -Yeah. What's the problem?

Is she registered as your partner?

No, what partner? She's here because I paid. Because she's here.

Okay, Morcilla. How does the thing we arranged work?

It's all right.

Let's go. Conjugal visits aren't for paid sex.

-Let me in. -I don't care.

-I already paid. -Put your clothes on.

-Put your clothes on. -What's the matter with you? Get out.

Put your clothes on. Shut your trap. Can't you see she's a minor?

You're a pervert.

What pervert? She told me she was an adult.

-Yeah? -Carla, tell her. Come on.

Were you so in love you're now fucking a kid?

We'll have a chat. We'll talk later.

Fucking bitch.

Morcilla, you owe me a whore.

Relax, Diosito. We'll settle this.

You don't know who you're messing with.

Right this way.

No. No. You're in deep shit. No, no, no.

You have no fucking clue who you're messing with.

Get off me, motherfucker! Oh, it's you.

What's up? What's your problem?

It's okay. That fucking shrink. I couldn't bust a nut. Motherfucker.

It's okay, man. Are you okay?

Yeah, all good. All good.

I'm running an errand for Toad.

They got me by the balls.

Toad and these fucking toadies.

-Let's go. -I'm going.

Are you staying with your friend or are you leaving?

Go on. I'll catch up with you.

Wait, dude. What's up?

Are you okay?

That girl is crispy

And I'll eat her

What a privilege.

My own radio.

And I operate him with volume.

Look.

One bell, volume up.

Her black hair, her body like paper

I'm fascinated I can't believe it

Her doll face...

Two bells, volume down.

I become a bandit That does not abide by any law

It's not funny, Quiroga. You can't treat a person like this.

-You know how it is in here. -No, I don't.

Kid, go to your cell.

I can't allow you to treat inmates like this.

Stay there.

Garófalo, I didn't call you so you could preach at me.

What did you call me for?

-The Borgeses. -What about the Borgeses?

They wanna measure cocks. Those faggots are getting bigger.

What does that mean?

It means war. And you don't like that.

I want you to get them off my back, to make them disappear

or take them to another prison, to your house or your grandma's house,

to the middle of fucking nowhere... But I want them gone.

But you don't decide who leaves and who stays.

I can't run this prison at your whims.

-Whims? -Yes. You're fickle.

I'm fickle? Look at that.

I'm asking you nicely.

-You're not asking me nicely. -Yes.

Whenever you want, I can come back and we can discuss this nicely.

Not like this.

-Garófalo. -What?

Every time Toad wants to give someone a present,

we bring the guy up here.

How about you?

We're here to make sure you go free.

Once you're down, we'll be waiting here.

Then we'll pull up the equipment.

Trust me.

It's not fair. You were nice to me. You took care of me.

Don't worry, Carla. It's all right.

-I wanna be clear that I didn't rob you. -I know that.

I'm here to help you.

I told you I'd help you and that's why I'm here.

No, Emma, you don't understand. Nobody can help me.

They'll beat me up again.

Carla, I filed a report. It's over.

Motherfuckers! Put the music back on, man.

Wait, wait, wait. Quiet, quiet.

Girls.

Girls, girls. Girls, everything went to shit.

The jail's ours.

Sweetheart, from now on, you'll work for free. You got that?

And you, let's see...

I'll come up with something.

Toad, don't do shit you'll regret later.

Shit.

You took a shit on me. They wanted to kill me.

According to the doctor, my food was laced with rat poison.

My food! But I pulled through.

I pulled through because I'm immortal, fuck!

I'm immortal!

And you know who the motherfucker was who wanted to poison me?

What's up, Toad?

It wasn't me, Toad.

"It wasn't me, Toad."

What every inmate says, right? "It wasn't me."

Please.

Toad, you know... You know I have the dough,

I have the awards, Toad. I'll give you everything.

It was you, you piece of shit?

-No! -Stop! Stop it, for fuck's sake!

No!

No!

-Easy. You're hurting me. -Ease up, Oso.

Please! Please!

No! No, no! No! No! No!

You'll stay here.

You'll stay with me, Garófalo.

Toad!

You'll keep me company until I regain power in this jail.

Up.

Don't do this, Toad. Don't be an idiot.

Sing "Piñata."

The weekend is coming

You're my bad habit, my sin

Toad! Toad! Stop!

Sing, God damn it.

I can't find you

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