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He can't win!

Stop it now!

When are you going to transfer him out of this hole?

You gotta fight, Marquitos.

Like in the ring.

You can win with a knockout.

Or by points.

Don't give up.

Marquitos.

Kid.

Listen to me.

Like a title bout.

You gotta punch everything in front of you.

Over and over.

It's you.

And nobody else.

Like the champion used to say,

"They take the stool away...

and now you're there, alone."

Don't drop your guard.

I'll be here.

Waiting for you.

Like a title bout.

Booger.

Excuse me.

Help yourself.

Look, Marito.

I know you didn't tell me about Mecha to protect me.

Well, yeah.

We didn't want you to suffer, but...

We messed up.

Our bad.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, I thought about it and realized that I need justice.

So I want you to help me find the guy who killed Mecha.

Why?

To get revenge.

You're nuts.

I'm asking you nicely, Marito.

Do you know what these numbers are?

Lottery?

They're from the kiosk those Spanish guys opened in Europe.

You see that date?

What does it mean? What is that date?

Independence Day?

Gladys' birthday, Diosito.

Oh, yeah. That, too.

Well, if we keep this up, I'll bring home her gift in person.

We will take the gift home.

Okay? With AC, drinks, food, anything you want.

But please stop coming up with crazy ideas.

-"Crazy ideas"? -Yes.

You seriously think so?

Listen. I'm going to explain things to you, Marito.

Someone killed Mecha, and he has to pay for it. That's it.

I'm not moving a finger so that a dumb fuck like you can mess up

and ruin everything I've worked for.

-I see. I'm a dumb fuck, am I? -Yeah.

I see.

I'd like to see how you'd react if the situation was reversed.

-What? -If, instead of Mecha,

they killed Gladys, what would you do?

You can't compare Gladys with that idiot girl, Diosito.

Don't say stupid things.

Go fuck yourself, Mario!

-Eat a fucking dick! -No, you go fuck yourself!

Keep screwing up, and you'll be here all your life, you dumb fuck!

-Motherfucker! Son of a bitch! -Fuck off, you moron!

Fat fuck!

Bleached asshole!

Fuck you!

Test Tube, you have to be more careful.

You can't bring this here. Especially if I don't ask for it.

You could get me in trouble.

I just wanted to give you something.

Well, tell me how you feel.

Truth is, I feel fine.

One day, I woke up and suddenly realized, you know?

That everything I had to...

I had to go through...

was necessary.

Because, thanks to it, I'm here right now. Right?

In this place.

Where I like to be, here.

It's strange. You seem happy.

I am, Emma.

Very happy.

I had no friends outside. I had nothing.

Here, on the other hand, I belong.

I'm part of a gang.

I feel useful.

I feel important.

People appreciate me.

Not only here, but outside as well. They write letters to me.

Is there something else you want to tell me?

Yes.

Emma.

Don't you see?

Don't you see?

You are the reason I feel so great here.

Emma.

You lighten up the hole I'm in every day.

Thanks to you, I could overcome my prejudice against women. Well...

mostly.

Test Tube...

you realize you're an inmate, right?

And you're in here for a triple femicide?

And I'm a professional working here at San Onofre. Okay?

Yes.

Look at you now, a teacher.

Let's see if I can get a job in a school.

-I don't know. -But darling, you're...

-Morning. -...adorable.

-Girls, look who's here. -Hello, mustache.

You must have seen what we did to Diosito and the kid

-and you want the same look, huh? -No, not a chance.

No, yellow's not for me.

No, I came to... to get my mustache trimmed, can I?

-Yeah, sure. -Of course. Everything's allowed here.

Ginna, you've got a customer!

-I'm coming. -Luly, let's get new water for the maté.

-You coming, big momma? -Don't call me "big."

Told you that lilac made you look short.

Bye, mustache.

Bye.

-Hi. -How are you, handsome?

Already starting with that? Shut up.

Come, come, meanie.

Sit down.

I love you when you come to say hi in the mornings.

Love it.

Why so much sweet talk this early?

You think I'm dumb? I know you come to see me.

Right, darling?

What's this?

I got my degree.

I'm an art history teacher.

-How's that? -Wow...

-That's great! -I graduated!

Well, congratulations.

Thank you. I'm very happy.

And what can you do with this piece of paper?

It's not just paper, moron. What the fuck?

Well, you know...

Look for a decent job. What other purpose would it have?

I can teach.

You know what I'd like to do?

-Teach the kids in the slum. -Sure. Right.

Those kids don't even know basic math, and you're going to teach them art?

Hey.

Don't talk to me like that.

I worked hard to get this. And you know it.

Okay. I was joking. Don't be mad.

I'm sure you're going to be a great teacher.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm offended now. A lot.

But you know what?

When I travel to Europe, visit museums and all of that...

you'll call me, saying, "Ginna, come back, please."

Listen to me.

-I won't even look at you, you asshole. -I'm joking. I mean it.

Where are you going to get the money to go there? Tell me...

I'm going to save.

When I leave this place, I'll have a decent life, Borges.

You'll see.

Hey, want to play a tournament?

Hey, Diosito.

-Hey, I'm talking to you. -Don't touch me!

Hey, it's me.

I'm sorry, Booger.

Sorry.

I was lost in my thoughts.

Why? Because of your brother?

Yeah, don't even mention that asshole.

And I feel like I've got to get revenge for Mecha, you know?

There's a fucker out there who... who killed her.

And I'm in here. And he's on the out there, calm as can be.

But thinking about it all day won't help you.

What's up with you?

Are you like Marito? A fucking pussy?

No, but the truth is, you can't do much locked up in here.

Yeah, I know. That's why I have to get out.

I have to come up with a plan...

A jailbreak. You know? To go find that motherfucker.

But, well... Mario was the one who did that, you know?

The one who thought everything up. I'm much more...

of a man of action. You know?

I don't know. I'll help you make a plan if you want.

Thanks, Booger.

I thought you were worthless when you arrived.

But look at you now.

Turns out you have a bigger dick than anyone else in here.

No. I don't have a big dick.

But I use my head.

Yeah.

-Your head. -Give that a break.

The head up top, because the other one...

for now, it's just for pissing out of.

Just joking, dude.

My father says that taking a step back from stuff is useful.

To clear your mind, your ideas...

You really know what to say, kid, huh?

Just to make me get you a woman to fuck.

That's not it, dude. You're a good dude, and I want to help you.

Yeah, I know.

Excuse me.

-May I, doctor? -Sure.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Yeah...

I'm... I'm a little...

confused by your visit.

I don't know what your brother told you, but...

he hasn't been here for some time now.

I'm not here for Diosito.

Well, truth is...

Truth is...

This is private, right?

Well, this is what's happening.

A guy from the cellblock, a friend of mine,

has a... a...

A relationship with... with...

with a tranny.

But... but he has a wife on the outside. In his house. I mean, in...

Yeah. And what is worrying this friend of yours?

He's fucking someone who pees standing up in the morning.

And he doesn't know if... if he's...

if he is...

Well. I mean, he likes women.

I'm dead sure of it. He still likes women.

But, well, this relationship... makes him...

Yes. It confuses him.

Horny.

"Horny."

-It makes him horny. -Yes.

Well, this is interesting...

this topic you bring up.

Because, in order to see if

the behavior of this guy is...

is or isn't...

homosexual,

we would have to know how he sees his partner.

What do you mean?

I mean, if he sees this transvestite as a woman, well, his behavior would be...

heterosexual.

-Now, if he-- -Normal.

A normal person, right?

Yes, heterosexual, sure.

Because he's connecting with the feminine side.

But, if your friend, the one we're talking about...

-likes being with other men... -No, no.

No, he sees her as a woman.

She has an ass that makes you go wild, he told me.

That she does.

Well, good.

Then I'd tell your friend...

to relax and enjoy.

This happens to everyone.

-Tell him to go ahead, you know? -You think so?

Yes.

Okay. Okay. Well, good.

I'll tell him. I'll do it. He'll be happy to know he's not a faggot...

Right. Don't worry.

Why are you fucking around with the shrink?

Party's over.

Go to Antín's office now. Go.

Tell him I'm coming.

I'll wait outside, and we'll go together.

Okay.

Good. After all, you really know what to say, huh?

Well, you know you're always welcome, and your friend, too.

I'm going to tell him. Before going to Antín's office.

I'll go and tell him. Thank you.

Thanks. Goodbye.

Let's go, fucking pain in the ass!

Excuse me, chief.

Don't ever open the door unless I say, "Come in!"

-I told him. -God damn it.

-Do you know where he was? -Where?

Getting his head shrunk.

See? You're a fucking snitch.

Yeah, he's a snitch and you're an inmate. Who the fuck cares?

And I'm the man.

Leave, Capece.

I'll never see you working, huh?

Don't!

Don't touch that, or I'll cut off your fingers like that kid from the courtyard!

Aren't you too old for this stupid shit?

It's not stupid shit.

It's a game that entertains you, challenges your mind

and, basically, it prevents the disease.

-What disease? -Your anal sex addiction.

Alzheimer's, moron! That disease!

My mother had Alzheimer's. It's hereditary.

Your prevention's a little late from what I can see.

Shut up, you fucker.

You know why I called you?

No, I don't have the slightest idea.

You're going to shit your pants.

Come.

What's that?

-That's the isolation cell. -That's the isolation cell.

-And the door? -Open.

Open. And the camera's destroyed.

-And where's Pantera? -That's my question.

-Where is Pantera? -I don't know.

I thought you granted him pardon and didn't tell me.

Why would I pardon that motherfucker, Antín?

Well, you'll have to watch your back now.

Why are you waiting to send your people after this fucker?

I can't do that, because if he's not in the new prison,

he's in the old one.

If he's in the old prison, I'll have to send many guards

and Estela will be suspicious.

You can't leave me alone. My people are in danger!

I'm not leaving you alone!

I'm calling you to inform you that Pantera is free!

-That's all you're going to do? -Okay, calm down, Mario.

All right?

-God fucking damn it, man! -Okay. Okay, watch it.

-I just wanted to tell you. Bye. -Fuck me.

Asshole. Do I work for you?

Well, show me your cards, dude.

Shit, look at those. For fuck's sake.

Yeah!

Don't be like that.

You played well today, huh?

Picachu.

-Morcilla. -What's up?

Fiorella.

What do you know about Pantera?

Pantera?

He likes punching shit. He was Toad's bitch.

Don't play dumb.

-About what? -Where is he, fucker? Come on.

-I don't know. -Come on. Where is he?

You got him locked in the isolation cell, confined...

-You know where he is. Tell us. -No, I don't... Do you know?

We don't know, Morcilla.

Hey, hey, hey!

Where's Pantera, huh?

Talk.

Where? You think I'm stupid?

Hey, Morcilla!

It's easy to mess with the young ones, isn't it, Morcilla?

The coward's way.

Look who's talking, Bruni.

You call me a coward? You're a failure!

You're still knocked down on the canvas.

Okay!

Didn't we come in peace?

Why don't we consider this a business meeting?

No, no, man. Business meeting my ass.

It seems Pantera escaped from his cell,

and these fuckers think we know where he is or that we're hiding him here.

It was them, Mario.

I'm sure.

Shut your fucking traps. I'm talking with Bruni.

Do you think if I knew where the guy who fucked up my nephew was,

I wouldn't be getting him?

Look for him, Bruni.

Antín believes he's at the old prison.

Then you'll never find him.

The old prison is like the jungle.

The courtyard's quiet, Borges.

Don't get us in trouble.

Let it be known that there's a reward for anyone who has information.

If someone helps him, we'll kill him.

You're in trouble.

You've been warned, okay?

I prepared a fucking VIP room for you, Booger!

Not like those shitty pubs you go to.

Here. Smoke it good.

And Romi...

she's a beauty. Be prepared.

You'll see.

Hi, babe!

Hi, handsome!

How are you, sweetie? Come. Come in, Booger.

There's only one?

Listen, dude. Friends share everything.

Don't hit me!

-Hey! Hey! -Don't.

Kid's a rebel, huh?

What's up, cutie?

-How are you? -All good?

-I missed you. -I missed you, too, girl.

-I have a surprise for you. -Oh, yeah?

A friend.

Booger. Say hi, Booger.

-Hi. -Say hi to Romi.

Hi, handsome!

Do it right. Give her a kiss or something.

There you go. Break the ice.

Booger.

That's good. Right, Romi?

Happy you came, babe.

Hey, Booger!

You know what? As slutty as she is now, I took my first communion with Romi.

True.

What an ass you had, babe!

-I still do. -You do. It's true. You still do.

You're shy, aren't you?

Why don't you relax a little?

Dance for him like you did for Pablo at that carnival!

Unforgettable. He was crazy! Stiff as fuck!

He has such a virgin's face...

-And his balls? -Entirely virgin. Untouched.

This brave kid puts his tongue in my mouth.

I'm putting my tongue in, too, Romi. But in your ass.

What are you waiting for?

If you say it like that,

I'll have to have a go. Right, Booger?

How's Romi?

I'm taking off this skirt.

Do whatever you want to her, Booger.

Listen. I'll take care of him.

-Okay? -You sure?

-Can you do it alone? -Yes.

Good.

Come with me.

Like that, hon.

-Are you relaxed? -A little.

-Huh? -Yeah, Booger. Harder.

Cheers, Booger.

Cheers, Booger! Booger!

You must be feeling good, Booger. Right?

Shut up.

You know what? I feel like she's blowing me.

-Don't know why. -Please, shut the fuck up.

-Let go! -No!

Hi, Sofi. It's Emma.

At home.

Okay, quickly.

Are you ready? Yeah?

Yes!

Come on!

Like that, Booger. Like that. Drain your balls.

-Drain your balls, Booger. -Yes!

Don't you want me to take you to a hospital?

No.

You have to see a doctor.

I'm okay now.

Thanks for coming. Really.

You called me.

But I came as soon as possible.

I was worried.

At least tell me what's happening.

I'm not doing well. That's all.

Thanks. Really.

You know you can count on me.

Well done, Booger.

First time, check.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Nice. I jacked off while you were at it.

You horny fucker.

We came together, Booger. That's not easy.

Listen.

Always remember this moment.

Remember it, dude.

Don't forget about it. And don't forget I helped you, okay?

Is it your turn, or what?

No.

Hold on, Romi.

I have to talk to my friend for a minute about his first time. It's very important.

No.

-Well, babe. It is what it is. Excuse me. -Just a minute.

Yeah, I mean...

just to check that everything went all right.

-Good, Booger. -I'll just give you some kisses.

Well, do whatever you want. Have fun.

Nice, Booger. To see you enjoying this.

You know what? I'm very happy for you, dude.

'Cause we're here, locked up.

What can we do? Huh?

If you can't relax a bit...

Look, I'm enjoying this blowjob now.

You've just fucked her.

That's life, man. That's life.

Romi. God damn it.

Marito always says,

"You can eat,

drink, get high.

But nothing will make you feel better than a woman."

Romi. Damn.

I don't understand. He says that, but he fucks Ginna.

Weird.

What are you talking about?

Why do you say that?

I didn't say anything.

-Marito is 100% faithful to Gladys. -Yes.

Then what are you talking about? You said he fucks Ginna.

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

Come on, Booger. Talk, man. I'm all ears.

-I didn't say anything. -Yeah, you did! Hold on. Hold on a minute.

I heard you! Come on, say it again! I heard you!

I'm drunk and all that, but I'm not stupid.

Where did you get that?

I'll have a cup of tea.

-Do you want something? -No, I don't.

A shitty morning again?

Are you nervous?

I told you I don't like us meeting in this place.

It's like an extension of San Onofre, you see?

Well, darling, I can't be bothered to go to many places.

Listen, they fucked up and it's me who has to hide?

They should fear me.

Yes, yes. But you're the boss.

Nobody's going to do anything to you, but I'm just a lousy guard.

If Antín hears about our meetings, I'm dead.

Fine, fine. Come on, talk.

Any news?

Here you are.

Thank you.

There's an inmate on the loose.

Did he escape?

No. I mean, yes. But inside the prison.

I don't get it.

If he's in prison, he didn't escape. I mean, he's in prison.

He escaped from the isolation cell.

He was the inmates' prisoner.

He had reportedly died during the Dove's Riot.

But he wasn't dead. They had him in chains.

-Motherfuckers. -Yeah.

Tell me. Does Antín know about this?

He's a bastard.

-Excuse me, ma'am. -Goodbye.

-Move it, guys. Time's up. -What?

-Come on... -Move it! Go, go, go!

They kick us out like we were pieces of shit.

Come.

Five minutes, Borges, yeah?

Five minutes? I can't even wash my dick in five minutes. That's bullshit.

Motherfucker!

Why the fuck are you there? Piece of shit!

Son of a boatload of fucking bitches!

You think you can scare me, motherfucker?

You fucking piece of shit! Nobody scares Borges!

You goddamn motherfucker!

What's the matter, Borges? Is everything okay?

What the fuck do you want?

Fuck you, too, you fucking asshole!

Gentlemen.

This is something quite serious.

Inmates holding other ones prisoners!

What does that mean?

That there are inmates who think they run San Onofre!

You have a crucial role.

You need to have balls.

You must be able to control these fuckers!

Don't hesitate to use force!

It's the only way to keep order here!

-Estela-- -To make them learn!

Estela, I assure you I'll make them comply with everything you're asking for.

Me, too!

I am going out right now to perform a search in each and every cellblock!

Nobody rests until we find that inmate!

That's final.

Gentlemen...

-Order and courage! -To defend the Nation!

You may leave.

Listen to me.

If I'm not looking, you don't do shit?

Estela, please, I just found out.

Who told you?

I know everything.

Your guards are shit.

You know what?

I'll bring you some female guards.

They're much braver than you men.

Much more.

Fucking great, dude!

I think about it and I get hard again!

When is she coming back?

-I don't know. -Where are you going?

-None of your business, Booger. -Come on, dude. Tell me!

Listen. That party yesterday was excellent.

The girl came, you fucked for the first time,

we partied, that's great.

Your old man's advice, whatever. But that's it. It's over.

I can't stay here doing nothing any longer. You understand?

But how are you gonna leave if your brother doesn't let you?

Why would I care about my brother?

That fat fuck? A faggot who fucks trannies.

I'll leave anyways.

They say there's a hole in the old prison. I don't know.

Maybe I can leave. Or it may be a myth. I don't know.

But if there's a hole, wouldn't everyone have escaped?

I don't know, Booger.

I'm saying I have to check. I have to do everything I can.

For Mecha, dude. She deserves it.

What if you come across Pantera?

All the better.

I have unfinished business with him.

-Well, let's go. -Where are you going? The fuck?

Are you nuts?

You stay here. You want your old man to kill me?

Please, man. You care for me like a brother.

You got me my first woman. It's the least I can do for you.

Booger, you're staying. I have to go alone.

It's a matter of honor. You get that?

I have to go by myself.

-You stay here. -Come on, let me come!

-Where are you going, man? -Move. Get out of my way.

What the fuck's your nanny doing?

Talk, pussy Booger.

Look, if he screws up, Mario will be angry with you.

Tell us, now.

Pass it, dude! Come on!

-Come on, Máximo! -Search!

Go, go, go! Move!

On the ground! On the ground!

On the ground! Hey!

-On the ground! Go! -Go!

Come on! Go, go, go, go!

On the ground! Hey! Go, go, go!

Hey! Here!

Hey! On the ground! Hey! On the ground!

-On the ground! -On the ground! Hey!

No, on the ground. Here! Hey!

Outside, on the ground!

Listen up, slumfucks!

Where the fuck is Pantera?

Talk!

Don't play dumb. You know where he is.

Come on, talk.

We already told Borges, he's not here.

Didn't your boss tell you?

What did you say?

Well, your boss, girlfriend, whatever the fuck he is.

You enjoy crossing the line, huh, motherfucker?

We said we don't know anything, Capece.

Go look for him somewhere else.

Bruni, you're still covering for Pantera?

Even after what he did to your nephew?

He's a vegetable.

Poor boy.

He can't even eat through his mouth. They have to feed him through his ass.

Well, maybe he likes that.

Wash your stinking mouth before talking about Marquitos,

you piece of shit.

Don't mess with me.

Capece.

Capece, nobody's here. He's not here.

I told you, Capece.

You like doing extra work.

This is not work for me, slumfuck.

I enjoy destroying your shacks.

My balls fill with cum.

Let's go!

Fuck you, you bald fucker.

Piece of shit.

Are you okay?

All good?

Come on, let's continue! Give me the ball!

There! Go!

Go get it, faggot.

Why the fuck did you talk?

A hello, maybe?

"Darling"? "I miss you"? Anything. I don't know. You're in a great mood.

What do you expect?

Why the fuck would you tell him the girl died?

-What the fuck's wrong with you? -I know. I didn't want to, Mario.

But Diosito was desperate. It was like he already knew.

And it was a burden, a very heavy one, that kind of secret.

It's better this way.

Yeah, well, you don't have to deal with him. He's impossible.

And if he finds out the truth... Please, babe.

Yeah, I know. I know.

-"I know," my ass. Promise me. -I promise, Mario.

No, no. Promise me on your brother's life.

-I promise on Osvaldo's life, okay? -Well, good.

Why is that tranny staring at me like that?

-I don't know. -Do you owe him anything?

What... What the fuck would I owe? What?

-Tell me, what? -I don't like him.

Why are you looking at me, tranny?

-Stop. -Is something wrong with you, boy?

-What? -Stop, babe. Don't make a mess.

You are a pain in the ass, babe.

God damn it! You're trouble on legs!

Gladys...

-What? -We got a problem.

-What's wrong? -Diosito got into the old prison.

I think he believed he could escape.

-Motherfucker. -He left that way.

This is all on you.

Stupid bitch.

Go get him before Pantera does.

-You sure? -Yes.

-The fuck are you going? -What? I want to help.

-Don't say stupid shit. Sit down. -Come on, Mario.

No. Stay here. Sit down.

You keep me company until my wife's visit is over.

-Cristian Pardo. -Lady Borges.

It's a pleasure.

You may think I'm crazy, right?

But I see myself as wine.

And the devil is drinking me in a glass,

with short sips.

He takes a sip, one arm.

Another one, a leg.

Eventually, he will drink it all in one sip, right?

Unless I do something good and... I don't know.

It would be a miracle.

That I'd turn into sacramental wine.

Then he wouldn't be able to drink me. But in that case...

he'd throw me up.

I'm boring, right?

I'm sorry. Tell me about you.

Tell me something. Are you okay?

Yes. Yeah, yes. I just had a bad night, that's all.

Sure, yeah.

I see.

You threw away that shit I gave you, right?

You didn't.

Right.

Now I see. I recognized that void in your eyes, you know? In your gaze.

You have the void that is caused by the desperation of a sleepless night.

Your eyes are here, but not your gaze.

Your gaze is fixed on yourself.

Judging you harshly.

-An addict can recognize another one fast. -I'm not an addict.

You'll be the last one to find out.

The limit's very fuzzy...

You never know. Well, whatever.

If you want something extreme,

go with your mother on vacation,

get inside the lion's cage, which is more or less the same.

Don't consume the shit these fuckers take.

Your body is a temple. Don't defile it.

I sound like a religious man when I speak, right?

I'm not well. I'm not well.

Yeah, you're right. I've learned my lesson.

Yes.

A bad trip.

Welcome to my kingdom.

I should go. I'll leave you alone.

-Go on. -I'm going.

Thanks.

The night's great.

The perfect wind to drink maté.

With your feet in water.

Like back at the apartment. Remember?

You were little.

You asked for a maté full of sugar.

Disgusting.

But you drank a lot of it.

Remember?

Is it true that you can hear me?

I believe it.

And if you believe it, it's true.

Like inside your dreams.

While you're dreaming, it's all true.

This is more or less the same.

You can go anywhere you want to.

Imagine yourself fighting for the championship belt in Las Vegas.

The stadium brimming with people.

The cameras, the lights.

And me, giving you directions from the corner.

Jab, jab, jab.

Don't drop your guard.

Third round.

You win by a knockout.

The crowd's cheering.

And you are given...

the championship belt.

You're walk around the ring,

showing off to the audience.

People cheer.

They take pictures. They film you.

They want to touch you, hug you. You did it.

You're the new champion.

You made history, Marquitos!

We hug.

In the middle of the ring.

Crying tears of joy like two idiots.

Can you imagine?

Now, that's a good dream.

Who's there?

Is that you, Pantera?

I'm not afraid of you, fucker!

Why don't you come out so we can talk?

Come on, bitch!

Finally, you come, pussy.

Mother...

-Motherfucker! -Fucking burn him, Barny!

Are you okay, man?

Why did you step in, dude?

I had him.

Test Tube.

Test Tube!

Mario.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

If we keep up this pace, we'll be on schedule.

Good. If you see something weird, anything, tell me.

Because Pantera escaped from his cell.

Nobody knows where he is, and I feel like he's right behind me.

Take it easy, Mario. Here. Take one every eight hours--

No, no, I don't want your shit.

I don't want it. I have to be cautious.

So you better keep your eyes open.

You, too.

Be careful. If you see anything, you tell me.

Yes, Mario. Don't worry.

-Yes, Mr. Mario Borges. -Yes, chief.

-Yes, Mr. Mario Borges! -Yes, Mr. Mario Borges.

Motherfucker!

What's wrong?

How's Marquitos?

It's done.

Now I'll focus on one thing for the rest of my life.

Destroying the Borges.

That's very difficult.

You have to help me.

Once we deal with them,

you can do whatever you fucking want with the prison.

I'm not interested in power.

But I do have one condition.

Borges is mine.

Deal.

From now on,

the courtyard's neither yours nor mine.

We're a team.

Okay?

Come on! Come on, you fucker!

Come here, fucking bitch!

Come here!

Come on, motherfucker!

No, please!

No, please!

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