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-I can't concentrate when I'm hungry. -Whose turn is it?

-Okay. The loser does the dishes. -No, no, no. Fuckhead does the dishes.

-Yeah! -As usual.

So? Where's the food?

-Did you get the bread? -No.

What are you doing standing there?

-Go get the bread, please. -With that itty-bitty apron.

-Fancy Pants has his little apron on. -You look annoyed. What's the matter?

That victim face he does makes me miserable. I can't stand him anymore.

-Fucking turd! -Can you believe it?

Hurry up! Fuck! Shit!

You're fucking useless!

Hurry up, piece of shit!

Where are you going, fuckhead?

I'm going to lie down. I'm not feeling well.

-"I'm gonna lie down. I don't feel good." -He's sick.

Poor thing.

Bring the food! You can sleep after.

-Get the food first. -Come on, go. Go.

Stop looking at my mom like that and go make dinner!

Okay, let's go eat.

Hurry up, piece of shit!

I hate you! Why don't you die already?

Take a good shower, Booger. You peed all over yourself last night.

I don't want to! I don't want to!

I don't want to, please!

-Chop his fingers off, Booger! -No!

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

Booger. I'm talking to you.

Booger! I'm talking to you!

Leave the guy alone.

He was shitting himself last night.

He's lighter.

Tell your yard buddies that if they steal from Borges,

they'll get their fingers chopped off.

Fingers chopped off... chopped off...

Booger!

He makes me laugh. Look at him.

Come on, man. What are you thinking about?

The kid's traumatized. Stop fucking with him.

Okay, Marito.

You asked me to take him for a walk on the wild side.

Now you deal with it.

Hey. Hurry up, kid. We can't leave you here on your own.

Let's go. Look alive.

Come on, Booger!

Borges, piece of fucking shit!

We gotta fuck them up right now.

We should set them on fire. Look.

It could happen to any of us, man.

Who are you gonna fuck up, man?

They have Antín and the cops in their pockets.

Look what they did to me.

Did you squeal?

Nah, bro. I'm a thief, dude.

I'm not a snitch.

Okay.

They messed with one of the gang.

They'll pay.

-Right? -Right on, bro.

Sure, man.

Borges, you fucking asshole.

The fish is too small.

And there's too many mouths to feed.

Money's too tight?

I'm in deep shit.

Too many obligations.

The lawyer...

the judge, the prosecutor.

The Colombian's cousin.

And the dough this fucking Antín gets.

-What about fleeing? -Pipe down.

We use some coffins, and we don't have to pay toll.

-I think it's stupid. -Why?

If we didn't flee when we went to the cemetery, you think we'll escape now?

Are you an idiot?

Besides, I'm not getting in there. Not even with Sophia Loren.

Again with that nightmare?

It's not a nightmare, idiot. It's called phobia,

and it's more common than you think.

Do you know how many people fear being buried alive?

Don't I know it.

I was scared shitless when I fell into that tomb.

I told you, like, 20 times we shouldn't be living here.

I want to retire, Diosito.

You think I want to play fugitive for the rest of my life?

I know, Mario. I get it. Don't be so fucking negative, man.

Stop busting my balls.

Hand that over, man.

Hand it over.

This is meant for a kid, right?

Small. Poor thing.

With a false-bottom coffin, we could smuggle tons of blow.

See, fucker? You liked my idea.

See?

I don't know what I'm doing locked up in here.

I should be running a company with all the ideas I come up with.

Why don't you take care of the kid?

Look at that long face.

The last thing we need is this douche hanging himself with his shoelaces.

Mario, don't give him any ideas.

Autograph.

What a pain in the ass. Roll call, like in school?

Hey, Booger.

What's up, man? We only make coffins here. Nobody died.

Change that sexless nun face. Come on.

Here.

You sign, fat-ass. You know the drill.

I know what's wrong. You're still scared over last night.

Relax. You'll be fine.

Your dad pays us to take care of you.

Enough with that frown, man. Let's have some fun.

Let's play a videogame and have a drink. Come on.

I don't feel like it.

Booger, that's such a shitty attitude.

If it weren't for us, you'd be getting fucked in the ass in no time.

You'd be San Onofre's Cinderella.

Why don't you go fuck yourself, asshole?

You don't curse me, fucking idiot!

You don't curse me. Want another one?

Want me to fuck you up, fucking asshole?

I'm your friend here.

I'm looking out for you. Don't fucking curse me.

There's another one!

Now you'll stay grounded in our ward until I feel like letting you out!

You don't curse me. Get out.

Yeah, shove that up your ass. Shove it up your tush.

Fucking feisty kid.

Are you falling for me?

You come more than my wife when she wants money.

Your wife won't get you out of here.

Did you get the amount we agreed on?

I see. You came here to pressure me.

Judicial recess is starting. We'll have to recalculate interests.

Hey, what's the rush? Are your yachts getting impounded or what?

Borges, I have to settle things with plenty of people.

If you don't have the money, this thing can go up in smoke.

Right...

If this operation fails,

I can make someone fall by the wayside.

Is that a threat?

No. I thought you came for a dick-measuring contest.

The cock. Sorry, the johnson.

What we agreed on is not some game.

We're not talking about organs.

We're talking about your freedom.

If you don't have the cash to meet the costs,

we'll have to postpone the operation.

Can I borrow your phone? Mine's dead.

Want to get paid?

-Who's this? -It's me, babe.

Change of plans.

The lawyer's getting James' cousin's money.

Are you nuts? Do you want to get us both killed?

Do as I say. I'll deal with the Colombian myself.

One of his goons is coming to collect his share.

-What do I tell him? -Apple of my eye...

tell him to come talk to Mario Borges.

I'll send you the lawyer now.

I'll handle the rest.

Later, babe.

How about some scotch?

Thank you, I don't drink.

You don't? How about nose candy?

We have some.

-You're Ramos, right? -Maybe.

-I'm Cristian. -I know who you are. What is it?

I need to ask you a favor.

Look, I can't let you out.

I was given strict orders by Antín and Borges.

Okay? So fuck off.

I don't want to get out.

I want you to get those rocks the Sub-21 dudes gave me.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

You think I'm a dealer?

That's very hard to get, kid.

Very hard.

Come on. Everyone's high here.

I'm sure you can get me something.

Why don't you ask your ward buddies?

Ask that babysitter who's always with you.

They want me clean.

But they won't find out.

Besides, I can pay.

I have money.

You're bold, kid.

"Money, money. I have money."

You rich folks think money solves everything, don't you?

Come on, Ramos. What else do you want?

Look at you. What's going on?

-Do you want a glass of water? -Do you have anything stronger?

No, just water.

This is a private space. You can talk here.

It has to do with my family.

My sister, really.

What about her?

She's fucking someone in this prison.

And what's the problem?

She's not doing it 'cause she wants to.

My sister's being forced.

They're blackmailing her.

They tell her they'll kill me if she doesn't listen.

You know how it is in here.

Kids in the yard ain't worth shit.

-Who's forcing your sister? -I can't say it.

-Trust me. -I can't.

I can't help you if you don't tell me.

Who is it?

Great maté.

Hot like a chili fart.

We got the best yerba for the boss.

It seems the boss likes being pampered.

Wait, dude. Do you have three hands?

-You know it. Do you like it? -Come here.

I like women. Understood?

Yeah.

-Real women. -Okay, okay, okay.

All men say the same thing. Once we show them our tits,

they turn into orangutans in heat.

-Don't I know it. -And with those tits, girl...

Those two balloons are mine. I made the contact for Ginna.

You know what, Borges?

I arranged silicone tits for 90% of the girls in the slums.

It's true, sugar, look at mine.

Want to see what they look like?

-No, put them back. -Sure? They're hard.

Yeah, yeah. No, I didn't know.

-Nice commission! -Don't be so evil-minded.

It's a benefit for the community. Cheap and high-quality tits.

And I help out. That's why I make good money, okay?

Not like those shitheads who inject them with anything. Even jet oil.

It's true. They do anything they want with us. It's our body, not theirs.

-Dyeing your hair, Borges? -No.

No, just a touch-up. And socializing.

You like to socialize here?

Get moving, you have to socialize with the judge in court.

Just in time.

But that's next week.

I don't know. He probably misses you.

The limo's waiting for you.

-Bye, girls. Did you get the shampoo out? -You're all set.

-We'll be waiting. -Sure. Later. I'll come back another day.

That mustache gets me so hot.

I smell a rat, man.

Your case and mine are handled by different judges.

What are the odds of being taken to court together?

True. But it's fine. It's just paranoia, Mario.

It's not paranoia.

Mark my words.

I don't like this, not one bit.

-Bring Morcilla here. -Sure.

All excess is bad. Be careful with this.

It'll fuck your brain up. Go easy with this, chill.

Stop pissing there, fuckhead. Get the fuck out! Let's go!

-Don't overdo it. -Morci, the doctor wants to see you.

Walk on, shithead.

Wait. What's the matter with you, you bald fuck?

Have some respect. Who do you think you are?

Doctor...

it's been a long time. What's going on?

Still scared to walk in the yard?

I just wanted to know how you were doing.

It's been a long time since you've been to my office.

Me? I'm great.

-Anything else? -Yeah.

Stop fucking with the families of the inmates.

Doctor, it seems you're still living in the past.

I don't force people to do things for money.

I'm a new man. Can't you see that?

Right. You paid them to turn tricks. Now you blackmail them. Am I wrong?

If I had my way, I'd pay them.

Thing is, I'm short-staffed since you wrecked my business.

I'm not asking you nicely.

-I'm telling you to stop-- -Or what? Or what?

You don't warn me. I warn you.

Stop messing in other people's business, or I swear I'll mess with you, cunt.

Got it? I have info on you. I know you're seeing Test Tube quite a lot.

I don't know what you mean.

You're either fucking him

or you suddenly love magic powder.

As a matter of fact,

I don't think that fuckhead can get it up at this point in his life.

I have no idea what you mean.

The respectable doctor!

You ended up being a huge dope fiend.

Candy?

Look, doctor. Let's be very clear here.

Don't mess with my whorehouse.

Understood?

-I'm not afraid of you, Morcilla. -You're not?

Then you will be.

If this information gets out, your career's over, cunt.

Chill, or I'll send some buddies to your house

so that you shut your fucking trap once and for all.

Maybe they'll do you a favor and you'll like it.

Come here. Give me a kiss!

What are you looking at, copper?

Bald cocksucker!

Want to know why they call me "Blood Sauage"? Come closer.

Okay, fellas. There's only one left!

Stop drinking that shit. It'll wreck your brain.

The beer's 50 bucks.

If you're short on cash, you can give me your ass and I'll give you a crate.

Welcome, Borges.

-What's up, partner? -Nothing, partner.

Go ahead.

Move it.

Let's go!

Let's go.

Your Honor.

Borges, my friend.

I didn't think I'd have to welcome you like this.

Not so soon, at least.

I got delayed with a payment. I'll fix that in a few days.

Be serious, man.

It's a Borges promise.

That gonorrhea swore on his name, and he fucked up.

But we're family. If he's my brother, we're family. Right?

Cousin, if Borges says he'll come through, he will.

Shut up, cousin. I'm not talking to you.

For Christ's sake, Borges.

I made a deal with you, thinking you'd be different.

People are assholes.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey! -Get your hands off me, you fuck!

Tell me where my money's at.

I'll have it here in a few days. You'll get interest, Colombian.

I'm not asking you again.

I spent it. I spent it.

I spent it on my freedom, but I'll fix it in a few hours.

Malcolm, wait. Think for a minute.

If you kill him, there's no money. Who the fuck's gonna pay you?

Listen to him. He's right.

You kill me, okay. I'm gone. Who'll pay you?

What are you gonna collect? Where's the money?

The money's in...

The tits. It's inside women's tits. It's inside.

-What are you talking about? -I've got a big business.

Smuggling all the blow to Europe. That's it.

I've a silicone provider. The women's tits...

It goes in the silicone. It's not bullshit.

Please tell him it's not bullshit, please!

Listen up, partner.

It's a huge business.

-Get these fucking guns down now! -Shut up!

Why didn't you mention this earlier? You wanted me out of it?

Why would I want you out? You're family.

But I'm not an idiot. I had to gather my thoughts before telling you.

There. I said it.

Just tell me one thing...

How do you plan to smuggle the coke in the silicone without the cops finding out?

I've never done such a thing, Mario.

There's a first time for everything, man.

You're not asking me to bake a cake, okay?

You're crapping out now?

-Right now? -No. But cooking some meth is one thing.

We're talking about dissolving cocaine,

injecting it into a breast implant, and then, through some chemical process,

as yet unexplained,

-precipitating it back to a solid state. -Listen, Test Tube.

I'm not asking if you want to do it or if you've time to do it.

I'm telling you to look for a way to do this. Understood?

-Okay. Understood. -Fine.

But there's several things to take into account.

What is it?

Firstly, I need supplies, Mario.

I'll handle it.

Secondly, if this goes wrong,

the product could lose some properties in the chemical process.

It can't go wrong.

It can't go wrong. Okay.

Thirdly.

Working conditions. This is inappropriate.

This is dangerous. If something combusts, we'll be flying through the air.

-We can't work like this. -Fourthly.

Don't bust my balls! You snuffed half a family tree,

and now you're concerned with pan fires!

-It's not a pan. -I had a shitty day, don't make me angry.

Write down the list, and let's get this shit over with!

Okay. I'll do the list, you bring me the supplies,

and then I'll take five days off to study the process.

Am I speaking Chinese?

Are you deaf?

You've got 48 hours to bring me the first sample.

-Forty-eight? -Don't interrupt me!

You've got 48 hours to bring me the sample.

Understood?

Put these two assholes to work! Trial and error!

For fuck's sake!

-As you wish, boss. -Shut up. I don't like ass-lickers.

This has to turn out well.

It's a big job.

NATIONAL PENITENTIARY

Did you bring rubbers?

No, I didn't think we were gonna fuck.

You thought you came here for tea?

Always bring rubbers to a conjugal visit.

You don't fuck on the first date?

Come on! You have a history with Diosito, right?

Sure, but I haven't seen him in ages.

I wanted to chat and then go from there.

I don't know. He completely ignored me when he met Mecha.

And you were hung up on him. I've heard that story a million times!

This is your chance, baby.

-Yeah, I know. -Listen.

Don't mention Mecha.

He doesn't know she's dead. Okay?

-He doesn't know? -No. You want to fuck his head up?

Not a chance.

Okay.

If it'd fuck his head up it is because he still thinks about that bitch.

Oh, dear! Do you even listen?

Why the fuck do you think I brought you here?

Okay. I get it, Gladys.

-He won't hear it from me. -From you or anyone else. Understood?

I mean it.

You can have a very bad time with us.

Understood?

Yeah.

Get out of the car, sugar.

-What the fuck, man? -Don't get mad, dude.

Look at the homos playing bridge!

Get out of here, fatso.

We gotta fuck that fat-ass now, man!

Easy, man. Chill.

Let me handle him. He won't last as long as a banana.

Relax, Máximo! Keep playing, dude. Come on.

I've got that motherfucker right here in my sight.

Why, bro? What's up?

He's fucking my sister.

He's fucking Popi?

You know what, bro? I'd fuck her, too. She's ultra hot.

-Stop that. It's his sister, man. -Are you an idiot?

-Are you an asshole? Don't be a dick. -Sit down, man.

What's wrong with you?

Sorry, bro.

She's not fucking him because she wants to, man.

He's threatening her.

He told her if she doesn't fuck him...

he'll kill me and my entire family.

That fuckhead can't kill anybody.

Stop it, Máximo. Don't send him over the edge.

I don't know what to do, César.

We gotta fuck that fathead dealer.

Please, let me rough him up.

Hey, stop it, boys.

We need to reassure our friend here.

He says he knows where we live.

Popi has no choice, man.

-She has to fuck that fat-ass scum. -Let me kick his ass.

Máximo, relax. This isn't the right time. Hold on.

I can kill him if you want.

Who the fuck are you? Who sent you?

Yeah, man. Who asked you?

Look, it's not your sister. So stay out of it.

-Get out. Go on, man. Fly away. -Get out.

Out of here.

I need pipes, crack, anything you have for Borges' kid.

What? Don't give anything to that fuckface.

That's the one that hurt Fiorito.

He's right, dude.

Are you a bunch of idiots?

Who the fuck are you?

Can't you see the plan's in motion?

It'll be easier for you to hook him in if Borges wants him clean.

Exactly.

Exactly.

Dude.

The plan's in motion, boys.

Is that clear?

-What are you doing here? -"Hi, Gladys! Hi, Kari!"

Don't be so rude.

Kari came to visit you. Don't treat her like that.

Hi, Diosito.

Why don't you take a seat?

Hi, Kari.

You really came to see me?

Yeah. I wanted to see you before, but I couldn't do it.

Is that wrong?

She's gorgeous, right? Isn't she beautiful?

No, it's okay. We're cool.

It's just that you did surprise me.

You'll be surprised now. Give him the gift.

For me?

Wow.

Pie! Capece kept the other half, that fuckhead.

-Quince. -Of course.

Sweet potato's for assholes.

-Thanks. -Why don't you go to the room?

You can eat it and catch up. You haven't seen each other in a while.

Okay? Go on.

Yeah, let's go. Yeah.

Take them to have some fun.

-Come, Kari. -It's my first time here.

-No touching. -Okay, dude.

What's all this?

The supplies Test Tube needs

to turn coke from solid into liquid and vice versa.

You think I'm the errand boy? You think I'll buy all this?

I can go to the supermarket with a cart if you want. No sweat.

Grant me a furlough, and I can ask them to deliver it here. No problem.

I give you my card,

-you buy imported scotch. -Not a bad idea.

Don't be an asshole.

How the fuck do you plan to get this in secretly?

You'll think of something.

The sooner we get this, the sooner we'll get the coke in the rubber tits.

And the sooner we'll get paid.

Get out. Rubber tits, go on.

Smile. You'll be able to build a terrace on your house.

Get out. Rubber tits, get out.

I'll suck on a rubber tit.

You look nice, dude.

Sort of.

For real.

I thought you'd be ripped and fucked up.

But you're clean-cut.

You look pretty.

It's been a while.

Yeah, since you ignored me.

Yeah, but I wasn't being an asshole.

Mecha became my girlfriend.

I don't like playing the field.

I've heard you're no longer together.

No, it's been a while.

She dumped me by letter. Can you believe that?

She never wrote me a fucking letter before.

I didn't know she could write.

I've got to overcome loss and all that.

I'll help you get over her, Diosito.

Mecha's gone.

Stop.

What's wrong? You don't like me?

No, it's not that.

No, Kari. You're super hot. It's just that...

you caught me off-guard.

I didn't think we'd fuck.

That's all.

Okay. We can talk for a bit if that's what you want.

Sure.

Sure, we can talk. I can suck on your tits if you want. We'll take it slow.

Okay. We'll take it slow.

Did you like the pie I brought you?

It was great.

I made it.

I'm selling them in the hood.

You always made good pies.

I can bring you more some other day.

How are you doing?

What?

Here in San Onofre.

What's wrong? You don't want to talk?

I'm not having a good day.

Why? What happened?

Anything you want to tell me?

No.

Then why is this a bad day?

I don't know.

Cristian, these interviews are meant to be an outlet.

It's impossible for me to help if you're like this.

Yeah, it's impossible.

Okay.

Anything else you want to tell me?

Sorry, doctor. I have to take Pardo with me.

Take him.

-See you next week. -Okay.

Excuse me.

Doctor, I need to talk to you. It's urgent.

I can't take it.

I can't sleep.

You can't sleep?

I've been sleeping one hour a day for the last three days. I'm going insane.

-Okay. Are you taking anything? -No, no, but I can't sleep.

And why do you think you can't sleep?

Yeah, I sleep like a baby.

Get out. Please.

Marito.

-What's up? -I'm fine.

Gladys told me you were with that chick, what's her name...

-Karina. -Yeah, Kari.

Yeah, I had a conjugal visit.

It was awesome.

At first I was a bit soft. God's honest truth.

But she was really cool.

She waited and waited until my dick was like a bull's.

-Cool. Tell me more later. -Sure.

Wait. What did the judge tell you?

I'll tell you later.

What's the hurry, man?

Do you have the runs?

What's up? The Colombian's acting the same as you.

What the fuck did you two get into?

I have stuff to do, Diosito.

You're not gonna tell me?

Not now.

Come in.

Excuse me. Antín, the inmate you wanted to see is here.

-Morcilla? -Yes, Morcilla.

-Let him in. -Mr. Morcilla, come in.

Come on in, Shoshidge!

-What's going on, Shoshidge? -How do you do, chief?

I'm okay. How are you?

Fine. Doing well.

First time in my office if I'm not mistaken, right?

-Yes, first time. -If I remember correctly.

Take a seat.

Can I get you anything to drink?

Anything you want.

No, anything you want. Do you want coffee?

-Or a scotch? -That's easier.

Scotch.

National or imported? What do you like?

Imported, if that's okay.

-Look at that. -Yeah.

Johnny Globetrotter.

"Globetrotter."

-Here you go. -Thank you very much.

I'm glad things are going well. Cheers.

This is top-notch!

-Grade A. -Yeah!

You can taste it.

Hey, since we're having such a pleasant moment,

I want to take this time to ask you something

-and hear your honest answer. -Sure thing.

-Can you be honest? -I certainly can!

Honesty is my middle name.

Let's see if you honor it.

Watch.

What's that?

That's you. And that's Emma.

Remember this?

We were chatting.

It doesn't look like you're just chatting.

It looks like you're pressuring her.

No, but really, to be honest...

I had to straighten her out.

She looks like a darling little angel, but she's a hell of a tweaker.

-Emma? A tweaker? -She buys pills from Test Tube.

She's also a fucking snitch.

Even if she's a snitch, why are you pressuring her?

I was simply suggesting that she stay out of my business.

Listen up, cunt! Motherfucker!

Don't you ever put a fucking finger on my fucking staff!

-You hear me, motherfucker? -Yeah! Yeah!

-Answer me! Answer me! -Yeah! Yeah!

Felix!

Take this motherfucker away.

Up! Get the fuck out of here!

Move, you piece of shit!

Take this.

Here's what you wanted.

Great. What do I owe you?

Nothing.

It's a gift from your Sub-21 pals.

Thief! Thief!

Leave them alone, man!

Watch out!

Hey, help!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Help me, dude...

-There we go. There we go. -Asshole.

-Chop his fingers off, Booger! -No!

Do it!

Please, I don't want to!

I'm telling you I don't want to!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please!

This won't save you, cunt!

You're not getting out of this!

Stop!

Deto and I just saw Fiorito.

The pills are wearing off. He's worse than ever.

Fucked up.

Whatever it takes, we need to get even with those motherfuckers. Are we clear?

Right on. We gotta fuck them up.

Relax, you'll be out soon.

We gotta do something.

Fiorito took it today.

But tomorrow, it'll be Arnold's head or anyone else's.

How long can we last?

Marquitos is right.

I want to fuck shit up, too, boys.

But I'm with Bruni on this one. We gotta think.

We need to be smart and find the right moment.

If we rush, we're screwed, man.

Doctor Molinari, I wanted to have a word.

Is there a problem?

Everybody says the same thing.

I tell them I want to have a word. "Good morning. Is there a problem?"

Maybe because there's always a problem here.

Yes, sure, but we fix those problems.

By the way, I have a solution, not a problem.

I don't understand.

For the problem you had with Morcilla.

I talked to him and explained. He understood.

What problem?

What problem? He was pressuring you.

I saw it on a surveillance video in my office.

And I also know about the rumors that you take drugs.

Don't mess with our people.

Not with our people, Morcilla.

I don't believe those rumors.

And I can protect you from Morcilla.

But if those rumors get back to Estela Morales,

things could get complicated.

She's a very demanding and ruthless woman.

I suggest forming a united front. Do you understand?

-Yes, I do. -Don't worry.

Morcilla's issue has been dealt with.

Call me if you need anything.

Do it, Colombia!

Do it again, Colombia!

Do it!

This is Eduardo Pardo.

I'm unable to take your call. Please leave a message.

Dad, it's me. These Borges guys who are taking care of me

are completely nuts.

-What the fuck did you do, cokehead? -Relax, Mario!

First, they took me to rob a restaurant.

Next, they forced me to chop an inmate's fingers off.

And, finally, they've locked me up in a horrible ward that reeks of shit.

My bodyguard keeps slapping me.

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

I don't know what to do. Help me out, Dad.

I'm your son. At least pick up the phone. Do something.

Your message has been recorded.

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Dad, it's me.

I need you to get me out of here.

These Borges guys who are taking care of me

are completely nuts.

First--

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-Hello? -Hi, Luna.

It's Cristian.

Hi. It's great to get a call from you.

-I wanted to hear your voice. -Are you okay?

I'm fine. What about you? What are you up to?

Just left therapy.

It was great. A very fun experience.

And now I'm going to study. Lame and boring as hell.

I'd love to get bored with you for a while.

Yeah, me too.

I miss you.

When are you coming to visit again?

I'm out of gummies.

-How much does it weigh, Knife? -Fifteen grams.

Okay. We'll dissolve it once it's crushed.

-What do we use to dissolve it, Rambo? -Water, of course.

Now we'll enter the decantation process.

Ammonium hydroxide.

No, wait! What the fuck are you using, idiot?

This is silver nitrate, moron!

Why are you rushing?

Do as I say, not what looks best to you. You don't understand shit!

Okay. We'll do the precipitation now.

Use a dropper of ammonium hydroxide.

What's wrong? I don't get it.

No, wait. Wait up. Hold on.

-Fuck. -Look what those fuckers did to you.

I know it hurts.

But I gotta disinfect the injuries. Baby, that smooth skin.

What happened?

Nothing. It doesn't matter.

Nothing? Tell me what happened. Come on.

Dumb shit. Accounts to settle.

Look at me.

No secrets in here.

I fucked Arnold's sister, and I got in trouble.

What?

What? You fucked Arnold's sister?

-Chill. -Since when are you into girls?

-Easy, Fiorella. -Easy my ass!

-Are you nuts? -You cheated on me with a pussy?

You know what? You're a homo in denial. That's what you are.

You don't call me a homo.

You're the homo here.

Are we clear?

See?

You're the biggest homo in denial.

You think this is easy for me?

I thought I'd be set by this point in my life.

Not San Onofre's biggest honcho.

And everyone treats me like an asshole.

Relax. It's over.

Forgive me.

Give me...

Give me your hand.

Get out.

-Get out. -That's where it hurts?

Don't touch me.

I know how to get rid of this pain.

Pure cocaine.

Liquid cocaine.

-That's cocaine? -Exactly.

And this is cocaine returned to its natural state.

-Ready for consumption? -Exactly.

We can lose between 5% to 7% in the conversion.

Can't we lose less?

-I told you he was a wizard. -This isn't magic, Mario. It's chemistry.

Then we use the salting out effect to precipitate--

-The what effect? -Salting out.

It's using ammonium hydroxide to recover--

Stop fucking with the encyclopedia. I'm not gonna learn shit.

Stop. The man's a genius.

He'll have to keep making it. I'm not doing this.

-Don't bust my balls. -Well, congratulations.

-Thank you. -We're done.

-You can leave. -Okay, excuse me.

Chinao! No, no, no, no. Leave that here so we--

-We gotta analyze it. -Quality control.

Chinao! Go on.

I told you it was a great business,

doing the liquid cocaine in the rubber tits thing.

-That's a great combination! -What?

Tits and cocaine.

Snort a line off a nipple.

What a bastard.

What a rotten bastard.

-So? -It's good.

Hey, got any gravy for this? It's drier than the Sahara.

I really like Marquitos' improvement.

He should put his hands up more.

-See? I told you, like, 300 times. -I'm listening.

-Hey, dude. Got tangerines? -No, we're out.

-Hey, Picachu. -What?

-Give me your tangerine! -What? Get out! Fuck off!

What's wrong, asshole? What's your fucking problem?

Stop! I didn't do anything, man!

-Let's go! -Faggot! Faggot!

-What's wrong with him? -You're always causing trouble! Let's go!

That's how I'll hit your fucking sister. She doesn't fuck with Morci.

If she visits you again, I'll kill you both.

-Who are you killing, motherfucker? -I'll fuck you up!

-Who are you gonna fuck up? -Cunt.

Listen up. It's dangerous. Stay here.

-Is it any good? -No coke jaw, fantastic.

I told you this business was a good idea.

I have two words to say.

Fucking A.

Booger! Booger!

Booger! James, get Booger!

-Here's to your ideas. -Yeah.

It's cat piss.

What the fuck?

For fuck's sake.

The kid.

Booger, are you okay? What happened? Booger!

Relax, Booger. Nurse!

Nurse!

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