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These fucking olives are more and more expensive, for fuck's sake.

Breaking news.

After undergoing a treatment for his drug addiction,

the disgraced footballer Daniel "Wildman" Ortiz

will be transferred to San Onofre Prison.

San Onofre? Raise the volume.

Ortiz was arrested last summer in a chaotic incident

in which he was the central figure at a party

where one of his relatives ended up dead.

-It's all a big misunderstanding. -Any comment?

-No comment. -Have you spoken with your family?

No. This will all be sorted out in court.

He'll have to serve his sentence in San Onofre

-like a regular inmate. -Fucking awesome.

We'll have a new buddy, dude.

We'll be rolling in dough with that cokehead.

You've been dethroned, Test Tube. That guy's more famous than you.

-My case has more mystique. -Fuck off. You? Mystique?

Let's go, James. Come on.

Turn that off. We gotta fuck shit up in the yard.

-Hey, we're watching that! -Get up, Marito!

-Hold on. -Watching, my ass!

We gotta hit the yard, Mario!

We gotta fuck those slumfucks up for what they did to Booger, man!

We gotta work! Focus on this. It can't go wrong.

Are we just gonna let those fuckers get away with this?

No. We'll handle it later.

-Mario... -The kid's fucking fine!

Fuck that, Marito! It's my fault he got stabbed.

I'm not gonna let those fuckheads off the hook.

Don't be an idiot.

Don't become friendly with the kid. He's just business, idiot.

Mario, the business was taking care of him!

Taking care of him! Look how he ended up!

Sliced up!

If his dad doesn't find out about the stabbing, we're fine.

Do me a favor. Don't bust my balls for at least a week.

Hi.

Are you here?

Okay. Start unloading them.

The tits are here. Let's go.

Easy, partner.

Don't you fucking touch me. Fuck off.

Excuse me.

Okay. End of the line.

Doctor Molinari.

Hi, Daniel. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. You can call me Wildman.

Like my friends do.

She knows who you are. You're on the cover of every newspaper.

And not exactly for your football prowess.

Like that time they found you naked in the woods.

Okay, that's enough.

Go. I have to interview him.

-Thanks. -Have a seat.

-Are you okay? -No. Messed up.

Messed up but fine.

If I take an aspirin, I'll die.

That's messed up. But it's also okay, because...

I deserve it.

-You hit rock bottom. -No.

I fell through the bottom a while ago.

I'm in the earth's core.

With molten rock. Magma, as they say.

I learned that because I used to get stoned and watch documentaries.

If I get stoned now, I'll die.

Can I still watch documentaries?

Can I?

I overreact.

My throttle's fine, but my brakes are worn out.

My head's like a pack of dogs that stare at me,

panting, waiting for my next move.

What are they waiting for? I don't know.

I remember when you played football.

My dad was a fan.

He took me to the field to see you many times.

Whatever.

It's the past.

The glory days. The field was full, there were applause, photographers.

And then, everything's gone.

No more photographers, no more applause.

The field is empty.

Have you ever seen something sadder than an empty field?

I can set you up in another cellblock if you want.

So that you're more at ease and farther away from all the drug use.

No. Put me with the people.

They love me.

Move over, clown. Our beef isn't with you. It's with you!

What the fuck did you do?

We're all knee-deep in shit thanks to you, asshole!

I thought that was the plan.

Fuck the kid to fuck the Borges brothers.

You were the one who told us to go mafia on him!

Little by little, asshole!

We were gonna poison him with crack, coke. That was the plan. Not stab him!

What's done is done.

We must stick together. Watch our asses.

Lend me one of your gang to increase Marcos' protection.

Suck my cock, Bruni. Do you think we're your bodyguards, man?

You're the leader of the yard, César.

If they mess with one of us, they mess with all of us.

Leave me out of it, Bruni.

Your nephew's a grown man. He should deal with his own fuck-ups.

We're screwed thanks to you.

Asshole. Go fuck yourself!

I won't deal with other people's fuck-ups!

Hey!

Happy birthday, Pedro.

Thanks, dude.

Cumbia

So? Am I okay?

You are.

I'm not.

I feel guilty that you look like a mummy.

I just realized I could die here.

You were right. This isn't a joke.

That's the way it is, Boogie.

As Marito says, "Fuck or be fucked."

That's why I took you to the robbery and to chop that asshole's fingers off.

It's training. Understand what I mean? Karate Kid style.

I got stabbed, but I understand.

-You'll be swimming in pussy now. -Fuck, dude.

Stop whining. The wound's on the other side.

-It still hurts. -Cover that up. It creeps me out.

Stop groping that, jerk-off. We need it for something else.

I'm not groping it, Mario. I'm weighing it.

Don't worry. They're good.

They can take blows and punctures. They're high-quality implants.

That's better. They weren't cheap.

How much time do you need to fill them up?

-A couple of days. -No.

No. Less.

We need to work extra hours, then.

Okay. Colombia!

Colombia!

Colombia!

What?

Put everybody on double shifts.

If anyone gets tired, replace him with someone who doesn't do blow.

And you watch those tits like they were your wife's.

No, not your wife's. I'll run out of tits.

Let's go, let's go. Let's go, Colombia!

Chicks get really horny over scars. Did you know that?

-Really? -Yeah, dude. They do.

The other day, one of the hood's bitches came to visit me. Kari.

She wanted me to show her the scars, the cuts, the whole deal.

And I showed her.

Excuse me. Can I sit here? Is this guy fine?

-Sure, don't worry. He has a hangover. -Excuse me.

Kari, you know, she came to see me.

I fucked her, and she wanted me to show her the scars and the cuts.

She got hornier, and we kept fucking.

And we checked out the scars, all that.

Kari.

Good girl.

She's special. She's not Mecha, but...

Who's Mecha?

Mecha's a chick...

It's a long story. I'll tell it to you later.

Okay.

I don't know if the girl I like is into scars, though.

-She doesn't seem that way. -How do you know?

Have you fucked her?

No. Nobody else, either.

Nobody?

You're a virgin?

You've never fucked?

Did you hear that, wino?

You've never fucked, Booger?

Come on, dude. I mean it.

Dude, if they ever find out, they'll never leave you alone.

You keep quiet.

I'll bring a girl over.

-So you can pop your cherry. -No, it's okay.

I want to pop my cherry with Luna.

What? Luna's the chick you like?

Are you nuts?

You always do dumb shit the first few times.

If you really like the girl, you can't look bad.

You gotta start with some random chick.

Then you can go for the one you like.

Pardo, you've got visitors.

Who's here?

I'm not your secretary, Pardo.

You've got visitors. Let's go.

Wait. Who's visiting? Not everyone can see him like this.

Booger, if your dad sees you like this, we're fucked.

Who's visiting, man? I'm asking you. Who came to see him, fuckhead?

It's been half an hour, and my son's not here.

-Have a seat... -No. What's taking so long, Antín?

Where is he?

-Your son's in San Onofre. -What's taking so long?

-Right now. -Are you hiding something?

I'm not hiding anything.

-I'm the warden. -Where is he?

-Your son's here and fine. -Get him here. I want him here.

If something happens to him and you don't tell me...

-There he is. -...you're fucking gone.

Hi, Dad.

-How are you? -I'm fine.

-Really? Are you okay? -Yeah.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

Nice to see you, Eduardo.

This is Juan Pablo, my brother.

He handles your kid's security.

Second-in-command of security.

Second-in-command of the kid's safety.

Nice to meet you.

We treat him like a king here.

Right, Booger?

-Yeah. -"Booger"?

Did you just call him Booger?

That's his nickname here.

-His name's Cristian. -Yeah.

-Cristian. -Yeah.

Say it. Call him Cristian.

-His name's Cristian. -Cristian.

No, it's true.

The Borges take good care of me.

They never leave my side.

We're joined at the ass, sort of.

They teach me carpentry.

And the food, I don't know...

-It's okay. -Yeah. It's not sushi, but it's okay.

The beds, too.

They're not the best, but you can rest well.

Pardo, do you understand why I tell you that San Onofre is a model establishment?

Look at the Borges. They're a prime example of resocialization,

helping an inmate in need.

We comply with the constitutional mandate that prisons should be healthy and clean.

Nobody will touch your kid. Relax.

Really, Dad.

It's fine.

You say it's fine, but you don't look fine.

He's skinny.

-Panic. -Anybody looks skinny next to Marito.

He doesn't go to the yard.

We don't let him since it's the most dangerous area.

There are no dangerous parts of San Onofre.

It's a bit riskier.

We don't want him sunbathing there.

My son better be fine.

If anything happens to him, every contact I'm using to get you out will be used...

to make you rot in here.

Are we clear?

Chiqui.

A croissant and a smoke.

Two croissants.

I'll pay you tomorrow.

You better pay tomorrow. You're running up a huge tab.

Okay, I'll pay you tomorrow!

Rough night, Ramos?

Rough morning.

I have no problems at night.

Come here.

I don't like having breakfast by myself.

Tea, please.

What can I say?

I'm having a shitty morning, too.

You know, every time I have to come to San Onofre...

Do you smell alcohol?

When I came in,

I smelled an awful stench of alcohol...

As much as you try to disguise it

with coffee or those awful cigarettes you smoke,

you can't hide the stench of alcohol.

It's not what you think.

Look. I'm not fucking around.

-Do you want to lose your job? -No, no, no.

I need a favor.

Tell me everything you know about Antín.

You're almost out, kid.

You can't fuck with your release with stupid shit like this.

You've got to take care of yourself in here and out there.

I won't be there to save you every time you throw a tantrum.

-I know. -I know, my ass. Look at me.

I promised your mom I'd look out for you.

Be smart.

Use your head. You're not dumb. Are you?

Now he's in a cage

Like a dog on a leash

Without his love Without his freedom

Hey, look.

Isn't that Wildman Ortiz?

Looks like him. Right?

He was the best.

Not like today's players. They all look like models.

He's like every athlete. They all turn into old farts.

-What the fuck? -You damned brat.

Learn to respect experience.

-Hey, Rama. -Yeah?

-Hard, man. -Okay.

Press harder.

It feels like you're petting a cat.

Do your best, Sandrito.

Leave him super sexy.

Don't worry. He'll look beautiful.

Doesn't this burn your hair?

No. We use great products here. What do you think we use?

You look handsome, Booger.

Looks like you're enjoying the spa day.

He admires me.

He wants to look as sexy as me, but...

not many can rock this hairdo.

What a Leo. Always shining.

You figured me out, cunt.

Fabiola's a true expert.

She draws my cards and always gets it right.

-Yeah? -It's a gift.

Kid,

want me to draw your cards

and tell you how much pussy you'll get with that new look?

No, thanks. I don't believe in those things.

Come on, Booger. Don't play the college card here.

Who do you think you are?

I said harder, Rama!

Get rid of my stress!

Do like those thingies that pull it all back.

Is it true that cards can tell everything?

Like an ex that left me...

-Will the cards show if she'll return? -Of course.

The tarot shows everything.

-Come, pumpkin. Let's head to my office. -Okay.

We'll finish this later, Ginna.

Look at this rocking ass!

Vulgar like his brother, but with a heart of gold.

Like his brother.

Don't tell me you're fucking one of the Borges brothers.

-Diosito? -God, no.

-Mario? -Be quiet.

I mean it.

Mario will kill me if he finds out.

Yeah, yeah. I'm not telling. I'm not telling.

Mario Borges.

Yeah, Gladys. As we arranged.

I'll let you know.

Sure. I'm okay, babe. I'm okay.

Good night, babe.

Yeah, kisses.

Okay.

We'll start delivering to the Spanish folks tomorrow.

Going international!

Is everything okay, Test Tube? All set?

Yes, yes. It's cool.

The implants are perfect.

Okay. All we need to do is get the tits inside the coffins in the workshop,

and off we go.

-You made tits of every size. We're fine. -I did my best, Mario.

Wait. Do we have that many coffins, Mario?

I don't care. We'll get to sawing, Colombia.

Antín's boss doubled the security around the prison.

There's no other way. Understood?

Gladys and her brother will deal with this operation abroad.

Done.

If Gladys were born a man,

she'd have been bigger than Pablo Escobar. Am I wrong or what?

What's that fucking music?

They're the Sub-21 gang.

Look. The guy in the front with the cap, that's César.

He's the leader.

He's the head honcho in the yard.

Those kids are always with him.

They're good kids.

Not bad at all.

It's the birthday of the guy they just tossed. Pedro Pedraza.

The last purebred kid.

Yeah, Pedrito!

Happy birthday!

Who's the old man?

Bruni.

He was a boxer or something, but he never won anything.

Unlike you, huh?

-You really made it. You won a lot, right? -Of what?

Of money.

I can't remember. I snorted it all.

I snorted apartments, bikes, cars...

Okay, man. I've shown you around.

-What'll it be? Want a tattoo? -No.

The first one's free. On the house, a welcome gift.

What do you say?

-No, I'll have something done. -Come on. Look at this.

-My original designs. -No, no. Not that.

Huh?

No, I want something that makes sense. A chick?

It symbolizes a naked chick. You'll never see another one again.

I want something done on my arm.

Something that makes sense.

Wildman Ortiz.

I can't believe it, man. Wildman Ortiz, dude!

-What's up? How do you do? -Welcome.

To be honest, I never watched you playing,

but I know you from TV, Wildman.

-Too young. -The Wildman.

-Have a drink, Wildman. Here. -No, thanks. I'm good. I'll pass.

A joint?

No, I'm done. I smoked everything. The filter's clogged.

-No, I can't. I can't. -That's a shame.

We're partying because it's one of our friends' birthday.

Nice.

-That's a shame. -Let's party.

Can you do some football tricks for Pedrito?

No, not even football.

-Come on! -No, I can't. I'm done with football, too.

-I can't even move. -What's the deal with you, Wildman?

You don't play football, you don't smoke, you don't drink.

You're all talk, right?

Listen to this song, man. Listen.

-It's Cuis! -Listen.

Really, listen!

Rest in peace, man. What a guy!

-Do you know Cuis? -I listened to him once or twice.

The guy was like you, Wildman. Famous. They asked him for pictures and stuff.

-But he got killed here, you know? -Don't compare me to that jackass.

What jackass, man?

What jackass, man? How can you say that about Cuis?

My idol.

-Easy, Máximo! -Yeah, Máximo.

You're lucky he's not kicking your ass.

Take care of him, dude. Welcome, Wildman.

-Thanks. -Come over to the birthday party.

-Sure thing. -Thanks.

Come on! Let's celebrate Pedrito's birthday!

These fuckers will pay.

Fucking assholes!

What's up, son?

What's up? Can't sleep?

It seems like every ghost of the past showed up tonight, right?

Look what I brought you.

Look.

Scum.

Scum!

See how you've left me?

What did I ever do to you?

What the fuck did I do?

Quiet.

Don't spook Pantera. He needs to rest.

I don't give a fuck about Pantera!

You two can't touch me anymore.

You can't hurt me.

I'm dead!

And you.

You'll die here. You'll see.

You'll rot in here.

Motherfucker.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

Hold your head up. Come on, up.

He doesn't exist. You don't exist.

Shut the fuck up.

You thought you were famous?

Now you're famous.

So thank me.

They light candles for you outside.

They'll light candles on your cock.

You're famous. Celebrities don't cry, Cuis.

They don't cry.

Listen.

Listen!

Hey.

I can't find you

I'm getting desperate

You're truly wild

Booze is making me dizzy and...

-The party... -Is over!

-The night... -Is over!

Piñata It broke and it's over

-And the party... -Is over!

-The night... -Is over!

Piñata It broke and it's over

Party on!

The weekend's here

You're my sin and my vice

Even if you run away

I'll look for you everywhere

I hate those cocksucking motherfuckers, for fuck's sake.

Relax. We're almost there.

-Put me down. -Really?

Yeah.

What did you do with the kid's head?

What a trip, Marito!

Don't we look like twins?

Sure. Like two drops of piss.

Don't be so mad.

That's envy.

Right, he's almost bald.

Don't bust my balls, Diosito.

I'm in a sour mood with these motherfuckers

who won't let me sleep, man.

Yeah. The slumfucks are celebrating.

They must be celebrating 'cause you got hit, dude.

Marito.

Are you gonna let them party after stabbing Booger?

I don't know what bothers me more, those monkeys or you.

Those bastards are laughing in our faces.

And you're just sitting back? They're provoking you.

You're gonna stand there like a beached whale?

Let's go.

That's Marito, man!

-Now you'll see Mario's real side. -Let's go, midget.

-Wake up. Come on. -Let's go, Colombia!

Get the fuck up! Let's go!

Wake up, Colombia!

-Let's go, Colombia! Let's go! -Let's go. Get the shivs.

Get the shivs. Giddyap!

Look at that ass!

Come on, Pedrito. Let's go, birthday boy.

Just come already. Let's go.

This is the last time I pull your pants up, man.

Thanks.

Let's go, buddy!

Yeah, Pedrito! What a fucking birthday.

-He's dry! -Faggot!

Forget about it, dog.

-Close your eyes, man. There's a surprise. -I'll close them. I'll close them.

-Hurry up, dude! -Hey, fucker!

Okay. One,

two, and...

You'll cycle around San Onofre with this!

Close your eyes. There's more. Come on, man!

Fire it up, bro. Fire it up.

Open them, Pedrito!

Happy birthday to you

In this reality

May you get all your wishes

Of being set free!

Happy birthday to you

Even if you're locked up

Because you're the craziest

Motherfucker around!

Yo, dude. Happy birthday, man. I love you.

Thanks, dudes. Thanks, man.

Thanks, man. Thanks.

Happy birthday, dude.

Here. Open it, man.

Open it.

Slowly.

Sub-21, man.

Here, César.

Sub-21.

-Do you like it or what? -It's awesome, bro.

Want cake? Let's cut the cake, man.

Thanks, bro. Happy birthday.

Don't stop the party! Come on!

Come on! Let's keep partying, fuckers!

Pantera.

You work the night shift.

Let's go, partner.

Fifty bucks if you blow him right here.

Fuck off.

Those fucks look Siamese, guys!

Did you take Goldilocks for a walk?

We'll wreck your ass up, slumfuck.

What's up?

We can't sleep with that fucking music you have going.

Try counting sheep, man.

We'll do something better.

Somebody must pay for what they did to the kid.

-You won't touch Marcos. -No. Shut up, Bruni.

No.

-Boys, he has problems. -What the fuck? What?

Get out. Don't touch him!

Easy there, easy.

-You come here! -Easy, easy!

Okay. We're having a pugilistic evening in San Onofre.

I want to see it!

Don't make him fight, Borges. Leave Marcos out of it.

No, sir.

If Marquitos did it,

Marquitos has to pay.

-Hands! -Get up, asshole!

-Go, Marquitos! -Move!

Don't get cornered! Move, move, move!

Don't get cornered, Marcos! You can do it!

Come on!

Come on!

Go, Marcos!

-Hands up, hands up! -Hit him, Marquitos!

Move!

Don't get cornered, Marcos! You can do it!

Go, Pantera. Go, go!

Don't get cornered! Move, move!

Nice, nice, nice!

-Great one! -Get him, Marcos. You can do it!

-Hands up! -Get up, Marcos!

-Go, Marcos! -Hands up!

Move!

Go, Marcos!

Motherfucker!

Get out! Get out!

Go, Marquitos! Get up, Marquitos!

Hit him!

He can't win!

Stop it now!

Stop! Wrap it up.

Hey!

Stop!

Stop.

Bye.

My sister just called.

Marquitos is really messed up.

How?

If he wakes up, he'll never move again.

He won't walk; he won't be able to...

do anything.

He had a lot of energy.

Those fuckers left him like a vegetable.

He was this close to getting out of this tomb.

Who fought him?

You really don't know?

You better not be playing stupid.

No.

I don't know. I just got here.

I know there was a fight last night, but I don't know who it involved.

So tell me.

The less you know, the better off you are.

I'll handle this personally.

Hey, bitch. You're going to tear my cock off.

I've been blowing you for half an hour.

-Come on, dude. It's only half stiff. -My head's elsewhere. What do you want?

Yeah. Both heads are like that.

Still thinking about the wake?

-What wake? -What your shrink was talking about.

No, bitch. No. It's not a wake. It's mourning.

I'll get you off.

-How about some cowgirl? -Stop, Kari. Stop, stop.

-Stop for a minute, Kari. Stop! -What the fuck? What?

-Stop. -What's wrong?

I don't turn you on?

-You don't like my tits? -It's not that.

You're fucking someone here, aren't you?

That's it! You're a homo, Diosito!

No, bitch. For fuck's sake! Stop it! Get out.

What are you talking about? Don't say dumb shit.

You're messing with my head.

I won't get it up if you keep busting my balls.

You used the same excuse when you started dating Mecha.

You didn't have the balls to leave us both satisfied, jerk!

Shut the fuck up, slut!

What are you talking about? You don't even know.

You probably have that bitch on your mind.

Yeah!

Yeah, she's on my mind!

What the fuck do you want me to do?

I try to get her off my mind, but I can't!

Forget about her, man.

Get out, Kari. Get out.

She's screwing up your life! Don't you realize that, idiot?

Get out. You don't know how it is. You don't know shit.

-Yes, I do! -No, no. You don't.

You don't know. You don't.

Shut up. Don't speak, you don't know.

I had a tarot reading yesterday.

I don't know if I believe in that shit, but a card was drawn that said...

that I still have something with Mecha. Our story isn't closed.

So?

So... I've been thinking, and...

we can't go on like this.

What the fuck, dude?

You're pretty unbearable, but you're good deep down. You know?

I don't want to fuck things up for you.

-And... what if Mecha comes back? -No, Mecha's not coming back! Okay?

She can't! Get it in your head!

How do you know?

How do you know she's not coming back?

Where'd you get that from?

-Where did you hear that? -I don't know. I don't know anything.

How do you know that? Why'd you say that?

-I don't know, man! -How do you know she's not coming back?

-What the fuck? You're hurting me! -Tell me, you dirty slut!

-I don't know! -Let go!

-Let me go, motherfucker! -Stop it, man!

Let me go, motherfucker! Let me go!

Tell me, Kari! Let me go, man!

Fuck.

Are you okay, doctor?

Yes. My blood pressure's a bit low.

-Can I get you anything? -No.

Should we go to the infirmary?

I need you to call an inmate. Juan Carlos.

Who's that?

-Test Tube. -Just a minute.

Doctor. Got a minute?

What do you want?

I wanted to apologize.

I wanted to apologize for...

the other day, you know?

I was wrong, doctor.

I messed up. Please forgive me.

I'm not that way, doctor. I'm a gentleman.

It's just that this place...

it ends up fucking with our minds, you know?

Well, you probably know that better than any of us.

Please forgive me.

I need to know that you forgive me.

I need to know. I mean it.

Here's Test Tube, doctor.

You don't know how happy you make me every time you call.

-Not even my wife called me this much. -I'm fresh out. Got any?

-You already took them all? -Got any or what?

-Anything for you, Emma. -Go get it.

-What are you looking at? Go get it. -Coming right up.

Doctor.

Emma. Little Emma!

Meet Osvaldo.

My brother. The Spaniards.

Couldn't you find a livelier place for the operation?

This is a safe place. It belongs to friends.

Nobody's gonna bother us.

Besides, there aren't many places you can store coffins.

Right, Machado? We want to lay low.

Don't be an idiot, okay?

It's perfect, Ángel.

My boss and I don't like to switch locations too often.

Keep this place while you can. It's better that way.

As you can see, the merchandise is here.

I don't see the cash.

First things first, Gladys.

The gentlemen want to test the product.

-It's top-notch. -Fine.

Do what you gotta do.

It's pure.

-Okay, everything's cool here. -Well done.

Tell the boys they can start loading the trucks, okay?

-Give my regards to Mario Borges. -Sure thing.

For every wad that leaves that briefcase, your family spends one more month in jail.

I have expenses. It's petty cash.

Here, Machado. The first installment.

Listen.

How long till we can pick up the cars from the agency?

As long as it takes you to collect the money you need.

We'll stay in touch.

Hey, Barny. Get someone who can really play, man.

Cramp sucks.

Hey, what's up, Booger?

What's up with you, man? You're fucking awful.

You know, Fiorito would beat his ass with only two fingers.

I'll beat your ass, you...

fucking asshole.

Goal!

Good one, Booger!

Stop the fucking racket over that game!

It's not a real match. For fuck's sake!

That was a great goal, Mario!

Mario.

Dude. You're not invisible. Move.

Shut the fuck up.

What happened?

I need to talk to you about something that's been on my mind.

It's about Mecha.

What? You're joking, right?

No. Why?

We're about to make a delivery, and you're thinking about Mecha?

Are you an idiot?

No, Mario. I just want to know what you think about...

what happened to her.

-You know what happened? -What?

She hooked a douche like you, fucked him and ran away.

-That's what happened. -Come on, man. I'm being serious, Mario.

I don't know, brother. I don't know what happened to her.

If I knew, I'd have told you. I don't know.

But it's clear that the shrink's messing with your head.

What shrink? What are you talking about? I'm not coming from the shrink.

-Then where are you coming from? -What do you care?

Why do you want to know?

You don't give a flying fuck, Mario.

You only care about your business, your deals. Everybody else can suck it.

Am I wrong? You're an asshole, Mario.

You always were.

Hey, want to play a match?

Hey!

Hey!

Are you sure about this? You really want a worm tattoo?

Yeah, a worm.

What do the Japanese say?

"Be flexible."

What's more flexible than a worm?

Everyone says the worm turns into a butterfly.

Nobody mentions that the butterfly only lives for a day.

The next day, it's on the ground. And who eats it?

Worms. Worms will eat you.

Worms will eat me. These dudes... Worms already ate them.

Cumbia is a worm.

I hate it.

It's a worm that creeps into their minds and fucks with their heads.

Don't cheat, dude.

-No, it won't fit. -That's the design.

Hold up. Hold up.

You're a friend of that guard, Ramos.

He can take me to the solitary cell.

What will you do there?

Fight Pantera?

It doesn't matter to you.

I told you I can't get in there.

Pantera's a puppet.

If you want payback, you gotta fight Borges.

He gave the order to kill your nephew.

You better help me, César.

Is that a threat?

I don't owe you anything.

You do fucking owe me. You didn't defend Marcos.

Your nephew chose to do what he did.

Nobody sent him to stab that fucking kid.

So don't bust my balls, Bruni.

You decide. The yard stays together...

or it's torn apart right now.

What happened?

You had me worried.

Is Mario okay?

-Hey. -Yeah, fatso's fine.

That's not why I called you.

I called you because...

I want to know the truth about Mecha.

I know you know something.

Mecha never wrote me a letter.

She was a bitch and all that,

but if she had something to say, she said to my face.

Diosito, these things happen, baby. You know?

Couples fight, things happen, plus you're in here...

It's not easy. I don't know.

It's like when Marito got sick and you didn't know why. Remember?

He was going apeshit.

Some clogged vein... I can't remember.

Then, when he found out what it was, he relaxed. Remember?

Yes, I do.

It's the same thing. I'm going nuts in here.

I can't do anything in here, Gladys.

You know?

I know that you know more.

I can tell because...

I can sense it.

Diosito.

Mecha...

She was killed, baby.

During a robbery. You know?

In the hood.

Who killed her?

We don't know.

It was random. These things happen. Fucking lack of security, you know...

In the hood. You know how it is.

Weren't you gonna tell me, Gladys?

I wanted to protect you. Really.

I didn't want to tell you.

Look at you.

So sensitive. I know you. You're like a child.

You're like a child.

Diosito, listen. Look at me.

Look at me.

You'll be fine. You'll be fine.

You need to move on, okay?

Move forward.

Fuck!

You're worse than Cramp, Mario.

My wrist's rusty.

You wank 20 times a night.

It's well-oiled.

At least I wank.

You're sassy, kid. I'll bust your head, motherfucker.

Can't you take your blow someplace else?

You're dying to snort a little, aren't you?

Just to see how it feels.

Right.

Just one. A small line.

Then I can win, because you'll be completely stoned.

Did you hear? Small. Tiny.

-Just for today. We're celebrating. -Okay.

If your old man finds out, I'll smash your balls like raisins.

Got it?

-Yeah. -Good.

Snow. A small line. He's still green.

Snow. Yummy.

Bottoms up.

Give me a beer.

Try it here.

-Let's celebrate. -Yes, sir.

-Cheers, boys. -Cheers.

Fucking Booger. You should be resting. Your wound's still fresh, man.

No, no, no. This blow is magical.

It heals you. You know? It heals you.

You lied to me, fuckhead!

You lied to me, Mario!

-Get out! -Hey...

You lied to me. You're through!

-What are you talking about? -Let me go! Mecha's dead!

Who told you?

Who told me? You're asking the questions? Fat fuck!

-Calm down. -You're asking the questions?

I'm asking you. Why is Mecha dead?

-Calm-- -Why the fuck is she dead?

-Calm down. -How could you lie to me, Mario?

Piece of shit!

Backstabber.

-Easy, man. -Tell me the truth, Mario!

Tell me who did it. I'll kill him!

Who did it?

Who did it? You gotta know.

Tell me who did it!

Mario, tell me! You have to know!

It was in the hood, you have to know who did it!

I don't know. I don't know!

And I didn't tell you because you're a wuss.

Look at you. A fucking idiot.

That's why I leave you out of everything.

You're a drug addict and a hothead.

Busting my balls over that fucking bitch.

Now you know.

What good did it do?

Tell me. What good did it do?

You should thank me for keeping you from so much pain.

You should apologize, you fucking asshole.

And don't bust my balls over this again.

Is this fucking possible? We were having such a good time!

There's always something rotting in this fucking place!

God damn it!

Borges is the enemy.

Yours and mine.

I have no beef with you.

Leave.

Let's fuck him up.

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