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Hey, hey, hey, hey!

We're almost there!

Come on, old fart!

Easy there...

Greetings to all of you watching!

We're going to party!

Hey, hey. No tongue, okay?

Leave them alone, man!

Watch out!

-Are you okay, kid? -Help her.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

-Call an ambulance! -Please!

Call 911!

I've searched everywhere.

-This can't be happening, for fuck's sake. -Come on, Barny, look.

Wake everyone. Make them look.

Look for him, Cramp! Get to it, dude.

He doesn't have the fucking key. Someone took him.

-Who would take him, Marito? -I don't know, but he'll fucking pay.

Rotten cunt.

-What the fuck are you doing here? -Listen.

The kid's missing. Call everyone.

-What kid? -Pardo's kid.

-You lost him? -You lost your hair, I lost the kid!

-Make the call, or his dad'll fuck us up! -Attention, inmate missing. Do you copy?

Relax, Marito. He'll turn up. Relax.

Borges. Come here.

Is this the one?

What's up, kid?

-How are you? -I found him in the showers.

He was walking in this state.

Half asleep, with his eyes closed.

Sleepwalking.

He's lucky I found him. He'd be raped by now.

Somnambulism, moron.

You're right, he's a moron.

Damn, Capece.

Your mates are dumber by the minute!

-Check everything. -No, no, go the other way!

-Focus, fat-ass! -That's what I'm doing!

Let's go.

That's fine. Just keep focused, brother.

-You're lazy, fatso. -Lazy? No, no.

Look at all this! You could grab a crate and help us out.

You wanted water?

Yeah.

Drink up.

Cum stain...

Tell me the truth.

I don't buy the sleepwalking.

What were you doing in the bathroom?

I was there.

How did you get there?

Who took you?

Nobody.

I went on my own.

I just needed water.

He's taking us for fucking idiots.

He's probably not awake.

He doesn't sleepwalk.

He's high as a kite. Somebody gave him blow.

My stash?

Mario, I had a stash here!

Of course, he probably took it.

You didn't let him do it at the party. Remember?

He partied on his own.

I feel like beating the living shit out of him.

We can't.

I know.

Before I forget that, take him away.

Get him out of here.

Let him know nobody fucks with us.

Are you awake?

-Máximo, watch. -Let's see.

Yeah, man!

Pass the joint. Awesome!

Catch this, Máximo!

Company.

What's up, Ramos?

The Borges are crawling up the walls.

-Excuse me, boys. -Go ahead.

What's up?

So far, the kid hasn't squealed.

-But... -"But" what?

-Nervous? -Who's nervous?

-You're nervous. -Not at all. Here's the deal.

The kid will talk eventually. Right?

I don't want to get burned.

Relax. Chill out. It's okay.

What makes you so sure?

The kid can't wait to hang out with us.

He won't squeal. Stop being so afraid of Borges and Antín.

Eventually, we'll be San Onofre's big honchos.

And we'll get even for their betrayal when Toad went down.

-Have a toke, man. -No, no, no.

Pussy.

Hey, ladies.

I brought a friend. Come on over, Booger!

Welcome to Einstein's lab.

Holy fuck.

Meet Test Tube.

A master in cocaine manufacturing.

This is a meth lab, right?

Yep. We also cut cocaine.

How did you know that?

The lithium from the batteries creates an acid used in meth, right?

Very good, kid. Very good.

You went to a good school, right?

Did you?

Yeah.

It's totally fucking useless here. Okay?

If you only knew what this cunt uses to cut blow,

you'd never want to taste it.

You were on the news.

My mom says he's a femicidal killer who should get the chair.

Shut the fuck up. We'll talk about that later.

Sure, it's not the best way to solve problems, Test Tube, but...

we're not gonna debate that in here.

He's a great asset for us, right?

Move it, Booger!

I will not quit.

I'm the first woman in charge of the penitentiary system,

and I take it seriously.

No more guarantees for criminals who never serve their sentence.

No more revolving doors.

I am not afraid to remove anyone

that must be removed.

I will prosecute them with the full force of the law!

You'll make me choke on my croissant, you pus-ridden whore.

-Excuse me, sir. -Wait until I say, "Come in!"

Don't knock and enter right away.

Borges is here.

He's right there. Of course I know he's here.

So?

-Good day, boss. -Good day, my ass!

You lost the fucking kid, idiot!

You lost Cristian?

I know everything.

We found him.

They could've threatened him with a shiv.

What if they fuck him in the ass?

-You're overreacting, Antín. -Overreacting, my ass!

His dad has tons of pull. If he gets pissed, we're fucking screwed!

And I also have that cunt breathing down my neck, for fuck's sake!

Tough gal?

Before she sends me to the slammer,

I'll cut your balls off with a glass shard.

Just so you know.

Dip that croissant and get out of here!

Good day, boss.

What a shitty day.

Now we'll know if the kid squealed or not.

I don't think so, César.

I hope so, Pedrito.

Otherwise, we'll have to fight. Is that clear?

Clear as day.

Okay.

Here we go. Let's see.

Finally, a new flavor!

I was tired of strawberry.

This breakfast sucks, man.

Were you expecting sushi?

Get used to it.

You'll eat this every day.

Partner.

Don't eat too much.

We'll have a menu on our trip tonight.

What trip?

An outside gig we have.

Outside? You can go outside?

-Can I join you? -Keep it down, idiot.

You want everyone to hear?

What's up, dude?

Want to fight?

I'm just looking at your hair. It looks lovely today!

Is there something in my hair?

Doctor...

here's Booger.

Some call him Cristian.

-Right. Thank you. -Sit down, Booger.

Sit.

Is there anything else?

What? No.

No, we're friends. We go everywhere together.

Any problem?

Yes. These are private interviews.

You mean you've got no time for me?

I do, but we can do it any other day.

-Yeah, but I want to stay now. -Robles!

-Please take him away. -Fine, I'll go. I'll go.

Don't fuck things up, Booger.

See you.

-I told you, you can't come in! -Don't touch me, pig! He's my friend!

Hold it. Hold it. Did we have a meeting scheduled?

No. But I need an emergency consultation. I'm unwell.

No, it doesn't work that--

Just give me a sec. You're scratching your nuts right now.

It's okay. Thanks.

How are you?

Fine.

You sure?

First days here can be a bit traumatic sometimes.

How would you know?

Were you in jail?

No.

But I talk with inmates every day.

I know it's not easy to adapt to jail codes.

Even less so for a kid like you.

It's cool.

My old man told the warden to look out for me.

Who will protect you?

She appeared in the shower and started to blow me.

And I asked her why she'd been away all this time.

She couldn't answer,

not because her mouth was full,

but because she'd turned into a dog.

Interesting, comparing Mecha with a bitch.

I said a dog, idiot.

-Are you deaf? -Certainly.

I didn't see the balls, maybe it was a bitch.

Maybe it was a bitch.

I read the letter over and over again, and...

something doesn't add up.

It doesn't, huh?

Want me to read it?

No, it's fine. You read it to me twice.

-I remember it. -I can read it to you one more time.

Okay. You say it doesn't add up.

It doesn't add up, or you don't want it to?

Maybe you're refusing to accept the...

-need to mourn, right? -What the fuck, man?

What mourning? Nobody died here.

Besides, I don't want to split.

I want to find her, look her in the eyes and know why she left.

Is that a crime?

No, of course not. It's okay.

It seems you're adapting quite well to all of this.

I gotta own it.

When things change, it's better to evolve. That's what my dad says.

From rich kid to inmate.

Yeah. Something like that.

Anyway, you're here due to sad circumstances.

Shit happens.

How do you cope with your friends' death?

It was my fault. Is that what you want to hear?

-No. -Write it down. It was me.

I want to hear what you have to say.

I think it's great that you take responsibility for your actions.

And that you pay for what you did.

But you'll have to forgive yourself.

And move forward.

I can help you if you want.

You're the first one who wants to listen to me.

My dad, the lawyers and the rest tell me what to do or say, but...

nobody cares how I feel.

Thanks.

Those Colombians are true to their word, Marito.

There's no room. I swear I don't know what to do with all those bricks.

The Frog's hideouts are like Walmart!

Shut up, babe. They'll hear you. Quiet.

-And what'll they do to you? -Listen up.

Listen. Is it well-guarded?

The kids from the hood take 100 grams off every kilo they move.

They're good people. Osvaldo's checking the whole thing.

Okay, I feel way more relaxed now.

Do you have anything to say about my brother?

No, nothing. Nothing.

It's a good thing he doesn't like water,

or he'd be hired to dredge the Amazon.

Mario, wash your fucking mouth before talking about my family!

-It's too bad he-- -What's up?

Your brother's driving me nuts.

What the fuck? Weren't you supposed to be watching the kid?

He had a doctor's appointment.

-You have to escort him, Diosito. -I did.

But she threw me out.

I was around and dropped by the shrink's office.

You should be with the kid

instead of talking to the shrink about our stuff, brother.

-I was with him. -Babe, help me out.

I'll kill this motherfucker.

Baby, are you telling that shrink things about the business?

-No. -Be careful.

Don't forget that we wash the dirty laundry at home.

I know, Gladys. I'm not talking about our shit. What's up with you?

I talked about...

Mecha and things like that.

Here we go again.

-Here we go again. -What?

She left you two years ago, and you're still moping about her, man!

You have a responsibility, a very important job to do.

Please, Diosito. Stop busting my balls with that shit.

Fuck off, Marito.

Go get fucked, man.

Fatso.

We snuffed her two years ago, and he's still a fucking idiot for her.

Unreal.

I'm not sure we did the right thing, Marito.

Excuse me. Remember how she sent us to the slammer?

I know, but your brother was crazy about her.

Listen.

I could bring a girl from the hood. Maybe that would help. I don't know.

-A hooker? -No, Mario. A good woman, like me.

There's no one like you, babe. Not anymore.

You broke the mold, babe.

We go around the corner.

We park here. Me and Diosito leave the car.

Tap, tap, tap.

You'll stay in the car and keep watch.

It's all gonna be very smooth.

-It's a quiet neighborhood. -Until we arrive, yeah.

-All set for tonight? -Yeah.

We were discussing the plan with Cramp.

Right.

We should celebrate when we come back, partner.

Don't bust my balls, Colombia. Which one do I use?

-This one. -The jack? Excuse me.

Here's Booger.

Thanks, pig.

Even the pig calls him Booger.

I gave you a great nickname.

Yeah, you have no idea.

I got a great idea.

Booger.

Want to party with us?

Where?

What are you talking about?

Antín only gave us three furloughs.

Yeah?

Then Cramp stays.

-Shit, man. I wanted to go. -Shut the fuck up.

Is that the trip you mentioned?

I'm in if it's outside.

Careful, brother.

Mario will go apeshit if he knows we took Booger with us.

Fuck Marito.

I call the shots with the kid.

Okay. I'm in, then.

Suit up, dude. We're going out.

Clubbing?

Even better.

Fucking assholes.

They thought they'd kill me.

Me, a fucking big honcho.

Honchos are immortal.

Toad.

What are you doing here?

They...

They have me as...

as...

a slave.

A slave?

They make me... fight.

And they bet.

Motherfuckers.

Pieces of shit, look how they treat you.

Like a dog.

You're no dog. You're a panther.

And panthers go out hunting at night.

Hey, hey, hey. What did we say about looking at the master's eyes?

Look down. Come on! Look down!

Why do you let that bastard treat you that way?

-Up! -Up, champ.

Come on, up.

Now!

It'd be so easy to fuck those three up.

So easy...

Come on.

Do it.

As for that skinny guy...

Take that syringe and stick it up his ass.

Deep inside his ass...

-Done? -Yeah.

All these steroids will shrink your balls, and you won't get it up.

And the traitor.

Grab a dumbbell and crush his skull.

Paint the walls with blood and brains.

Take it. Come on.

Do it. Do you want to fucking starve?

Take it.

Come here.

It seems that his brain shrank instead of his balls.

Let's go.

Well done, my son. Well done.

Patience.

We'll find the perfect opportunity.

Hello.

Ángel Machado Williams.

You're the lawyer appointed by Lunati.

He appointed me to handle your release as well as your brother's.

Right.

A national judge can't get dirty with small-time crooks like us.

Think of me as an engineer with a well-oiled machine.

I'm a justice expert. I know what buttons to push to set you free in one year.

What's the deal?

You think I don't know how things work?

Who do you think I am?

Excellent.

Then, please...

sign these papers...

and have 240,000 ready for next week.

Grand.

-I'll give you 240 kicks in the ass. -Sorry?

I arranged the money issue with Pardo. What's going on?

I'm perfectly aware of Pardo's deal. But this payout is different.

It definitely has to be next week, or we enter into the judicial recess...

and the case will get delayed for another year.

That includes my fees.

Fees. Is that so?

Thank God I don't have money issues.

Time's my problem.

My machine's oiled. And very well.

Countrywide.

I don't get paid as fast as lawyers, though.

What about overseas operations? Immediate transactions.

I can speak with some Europeans who'd be very interested in your product.

I know they're asking for large quantities.

Not a chance.

My supplier won't be interested. No.

No, doctor. We're small-time, you know?

Europe would be too much exposure. No.

Think about it, Borges.

No cash, no freedom.

Okay. Here's the deal, since you're shitting bricks.

You wait for us here.

Don't turn off the engine.

James and I go in, do our thing, and we'll be back in two shakes.

-The end. -Wait. You're leaving me here alone?

We need someone to keep watch for us in case the porkchops show up.

"Porkchops"? What's that?

The cops. The pigs.

Five-O, coppers, blueberries, swine.

Here's this...

Stocking.

Flight Nine Five, like a glow

Man, you love your blow.

-Stop snorting nose candy, man. -Shut the fuck up, Colombia!

Wait. You didn't mention we were here for this!

What if someone walks in while you're in there? Hey!

Fuck!

Hand over the purses!

Everybody freeze, motherfuckers!

Your cash or your ass.

-Easy, man! -Hurry up, you piece of shit!

Move along. You can't park here.

-Give me that. -On the ground, pieces of shit!

Watch it, Dios!

Quickly, quickly, quickly!

Playing the hero, motherfucker?

Move along. Kid!

No, man! Wait, wait!

Hey, kid! Move along, cum stain!

Please, man. Don't do it. Don't.

Bye, cocksuckers. Come on, let's go!

Pieces of shit.

The cops, Colombia!

Gonorrhea!

-Move, Booger! Move! -Son of a bitch!

-Son of a bitch. -Faggot!

Stop, stop, stop it!

The orchard's growing a lot!

They'll think we're vegetarians.

This is Halloween, man. Like the Yankees, right?

-What the fuck did you do, cokehead? -Chill out, Mario. It's okay!

Cramp had to tell me you took the kid!

Do you have a fucking bag of flour in your head, or what?

-Cramp, fucking snitch. -Why did you get dragged by this asshole?

You're the asshole, Marito!

James, show him the stash. Look what we got!

Stop busting my balls and look!

Wallets, purses,

cash, phones,

jewels, who the fuck knows what else. Look! Look!

And the kid had balls, Mario!

Drag him out of San Onofre again, and I'll kick your ass so hard,

you'll starve in midair.

Don't test me.

I can do it, Diosito.

I still can.

Okay, that's done.

It's over.

My bad. My bad.

It's forgotten. Not a word to anyone.

Not a word to your old man.

He doesn't need to know.

You did well. You were a bit scared.

It was cool, right?

Come on, Boogie. We'll wash the car later.

Leave Booger, faggot.

Did you pick anyone for the next fight?

Not yet.

They're too green to fight Pantera.

If they're soft, he'll kill them in two shakes.

I don't know. That's your problem, Bruni.

We had a deal. You gotta deliver.

Lift your arms, Marcos. Lift your arms.

They're too green for that.

You're right about that.

I don't know. Make them train twice as hard.

Some drugs.

Why don't you fight?

You're nuts. I retired. I use my head now.

Unlike the Borges, I don't want to own everything.

We had a deal. If one wins, everyone wins.

If they lose, they're the only ones to lose.

Exactly.

Get up, kid.

Kid, get up. Get up.

-Marcos, go easy on him. -What else can I do?

He's good. Why don't you use him?

-Marcos is my nephew. -So?

He'll be out soon.

You're looking out for him.

The blood.

I don't know. It's your business.

Fix it, Bruni.

You're a shitty boxer, man.

Get back to the lab, where there's money.

Marcos!

Later, Bruni!

Come on.

-What did I say? -What?

Go easy.

-He was hitting me, too. -Go easy.

Okay.

Good morning.

Can I come in?

Good morning. Hi.

-Did I take you by surprise? -No.

-Do you want me to leave? -No, please. Excuse me.

-How can I help you? -I'll steal five minutes of your time.

Well...

"Steal." Stealing isn't the word. I won't steal a thing, but...

I guess that word means nothing in this place, right?

Sadly, no.

I've been reading your reports.

Inmate reports are confidential. Antín didn't say anything.

No, he didn't tell you, because he doesn't know.

I have access to every file in San Onofre.

Even your personal record.

I know what Garófalo said before he died.

I know you reported a colleague and he supported you.

It seemed like everything would change in San Onofre.

But it all stayed the same.

Be still!

Emma...

Emma...

I know it was terrible for you.

That's why I need you to trust me.

You need a snitch.

I'm not a snitch. Never was, never will be.

Don't try to understand what I went through.

You never will.

Maybe you're right.

My duty is to eliminate corruption within this prison.

This is war.

There are two sides. I'm on one side.

They're on the other.

It's up to you.

What side are you on?

Man, did I knock that cop!

He was down with just one hit.

I saved the Colombian and this guy. I really did.

Shut the fuck up, man. Just shut the fuck up!

-Shut the fuck up! -Stop that.

Don't talk about yesterday, idiot!

Much less in front of these two.

You didn't hear anything, okay?

Get the fuck out, he's got a doctor's appointment. Get out.

Listen. Are you retarded?

Fucking asshole.

Want me to get in trouble with Marito?

Fuckhead! Is that what you want?

I'll beat your ass, you fucking idiot.

I'll leave you in the yard so they can feast on your asshole!

Just what I wanted to see.

The lovebirds drilling each other.

Want to take a look at my cock, Capece?

Relax, peroxided fuck.

Let's go, kid. Here.

Change. You've got a visitor.

Who's visiting?

What the fuck do you care? He'll go alone.

He can't go alone. Wait up, Booger!

I'm his escort. We go everywhere together.

Not today. Antín's orders.

Walk on, cum stain. Giddy up!

-Antín's orders. -Walk on!

Turn off the fucking shower next time!

Luna!

Hi.

Here. You like these.

Thanks.

Does your dad know you're here?

Not a chance.

He'd kill me if he knew.

That guy helped me, so there's no record of me being here.

Don't want to stir shit up.

It's okay. Thanks for dropping by.

You're the only one who's come.

All the others gave up on me.

Really, thanks.

You know I'll always be there.

Your dad, too.

I heard my dad talking on the phone with the warden.

Yeah.

They helped me.

I have people looking out for me here.

I'd rather not talk about it.

Is there something wrong?

You got hurt or something?

No.

I don't get it. Are you visiting me or interrogating me?

I just can't imagine what it must be like for you here.

It's better not to.

You'll never go through something like this.

Yeah.

You're different.

How's that?

I don't know. Just different.

I like it.

The king dreams he's king,

but he's been fooled.

I truly dislike watching these inmates fooling around with theater

with taxpayers' money.

That's why we need to do what I propose:

reinstate the death penalty in Argentina,

instead of spending money on these motherfucking chimps with razorblades.

-Are you out of your mind? Please! -No, I'm not.

-It's my theory. -It could happen to you.

-Not me. It couldn't happen to me. -Sure...

If all those accusations against you are true, you know where you're headed.

Or perhaps the poor dreams he's poor.

It's all slander, envy, jealousy.

You know that. Otherwise, you wouldn't visit me so often.

-You're amazing. -What?

I'm declaring war, and you're hitting on me?

All's fair in love and war.

Life is a dream.

And dreams are only dreams.

Bravo!

Excellent!

Enjoy life. You're still young.

Give me a chance.

-You never change. -Luckily.

Careful.

Everything has its limits.

Careful.

Are you sure that fag did it?

Yeah, man.

I saw him with my own two eyes. Didn't I tell you?

Motherfucker.

That cunt.

Let's get him now. Everyone's in their cells.

Yo, dude.

Say hi when you walk in.

Hi.

Still upset over today?

It was just discipline. We're cool.

Yeah, we're cool.

Who visited you? Your mom? Your aunt?

No, someone else.

Yeah, but who?

We're looking out for you.

We need to know about the people around you.

A friend.

A chick. A cute, petite chick. I saw her.

You fucked her in the visiting room?

It's probably his girlfriend.

Is she?

No. Just a friend.

A friend.

Listen up, Booger.

Here's the deal.

Friends don't come here to visit.

If she does, she wants to fuck.

And she'll return until she's tired of fucking you. Guaranteed.

Then she'll stop coming.

Sadly, that's the way it is.

Are we going or not?

-Barny. -Yeah.

-Let's hit the road. -Let's go.

-Sure. Booger's coming with us. -Where?

You'll see.

Are you sure?

Mario told us not to take him on our jobs.

I know, but he also told me to take care of him.

And that's what I'll do. He's coming. Let's go.

Okay. He'll man up a little.

Let's do this, then.

Come on, Booger!

Do you want to be a part of the gang or what?

You fucking thief, gonorrhea!

Robbing from the lab, you son of a bitch?

Here, Booger. 100% Colombian shit.

Bitch. The fucker's getting away.

We'll make him pay.

Where are you going, you piece of shit?

Thanks, man.

We're closing, Borges.

Yeah, just for a bit. Here, get yourself some coffee.

Okay. Just a bit.

What's so urgent, babe?

I was going to come over tomorrow. I've been very busy.

What's up?

-What? -No time to waste, babe. Look.

The lawyer that the judge sent came.

They want the cash ahead of time.

Tough shit. Who do they think they are?

-Listen to me and shut the fuck up. -Okay, okay.

It's too much money.

If we don't have it in time, this whole thing will crumble.

What's the plan?

I'm not sure. I called you to help me think, babe.

I don't know.

I don't know.

-You had the Colombian's payment. -No, no.

That's very dangerous. Don't even think about it.

They'd be super pissed.

I gotta risk it, babe. I don't want to be left here to die like a fucking rat.

Messing with the Colombian's payment is pretty risky. Right, Mario?

I swear I don't know what to do.

I don't.

Relax. You'll think of something.

Come, babe. Chill out.

If you're in such a hurry, don't you want to spend some time with me?

Come on.

-Babe... -What, honey?

I brought you here to think, not to fuck.

What a pussy shriveler, Mario!

You're not the only one dealing with this, you know.

Babe, this is a serious matter, and you're avoiding it.

-Unreal! -No, Mario.

Fuck off, Mario! Fuck off.

Get a nice whore.

A nice whore who'll put up with you here.

Count me out. Bye.

-I want to go home. -You don't understand.

-You don't understand me. -What?

-What is it I don't understand? -Please stay.

Stay.

Okay. I'll stay.

I have a little disco here.

-Where? -Right there.

-They play great music. -Really, the conga line?

Bitch, that head...

Oh, that head...

Motherfucker!

Gonorrhea fuckface.

Move, Booger.

Where do you think you're going?

Grab him, moron.

Where are you going, you fucking roach?

Fucking murderer.

-Let's go, Booger. Come on, let's go. -Stop!

-Go. Do it. -Hit him, man!

-Fucking asshole! -It's your turn, Booger!

You're doing it wrong, Booger!

That's how you do it!

Yeah, daddy!

Daddy!

-Yeah. -More, more, more, daddy!

Take that!

Hit him, Booger.

Sock him one.

Do it. Kick his fucking ass, Booger.

Hit him, idiot. Just do it.

Hit him, man.

This is so good!

-Slut! -Yeah!

-You fucking slut, yeah! -Fuck me harder!

Yeah, babe!

Help me, dude...

That's enough, Booger! Come here.

The best part's coming right up.

Come here. Come here.

There we go. There we go.

Now you know what it's like, you fuck!

Watch this, Booger!

James, turn this thing on.

You never steal from the Borges. You hear me?

Did you, you faggot?

-Let's mince this cunt. -Thief!

Be still, you fuck!

Come, Booger!

You'll leave with a few fingers less!

Turn it around, Booger!

Be still, faggot! Still!

Hold him, Booger!

You'll see!

You never steal from the Borges! Got it?

Bitch.

-Chop his fingers off! -No!

-Do it! -Please, I don't want to!

-Come on! -No!

-Do it, faggot! -I don't want to!

-Just do it already! -I don't want to! I don't want to!

-Do it! -I can't do it!

I'm telling you I don't want to do it.

For fuck's sake!

-Please! -This won't save you, cunt!

James, you do it.

Get the fuck out. You're wasting our time.

Stay still, shithead!

Hold him!

He's leaving with an incomplete hand today.

Now you'll see. Chop off his fucking fingers!

Chop them off.

Go! Go! Go!

Stop!

Look at those fingers!

Do it, Colombia!

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