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This one suits me. This wooden coffin.

It's sad, isn't it?

You work your ass off, pay taxes, put up with shitty politicians,

buy a house, a car...

only to end up buried in a cheap wooden coffin.

Whether cheap or luxurious, we end up being worm food.

You know what?

Fuck the worms.

I want to be cremated.

And my ashes scattered over San Onofre's yard

while the inmates sing the national anthem.

Why fuck them up like that? You're gonna poison them.

You know what? I have a fantasy.

To be cremated and have my ashes mixed with coke and champagne,

taken to the top of the Eiffel Tower

and scattered over Paris.

Montparnasse, Montmartre, Sacré-Coeur, Notre-Dame.

Saint-Denis, the hookers' street. Have you been to Paris?

I only used to buy baguettes.

Do you smell dope?

I only smell burnt sawdust.

No. I do smell dope.

What a shitty maté!

You're gonna miss it when I'm gone, you know that?

About that. How are the exports going?

Excellent.

I have two shipments left

to get the money for the kid's old man so he can get us the fuck out.

Money-wise.

How much for your freedom?

Why the fuck do you care? Or are you planning to get arrested?

I do care, because I introduced you to Pardo. I set up the deal.

I gave you this chance.

I earned a bonus.

I'll get you a bonus all right.

-Really? -Yeah, a humongous jigsaw.

-So you won't miss me while I'm... -Deal.

While I'm on that street... What's its name?

Sold!

-The hookers' street. Which one is it? -Saint-Denis.

Saint-Denis. I'll be there.

And you, here with the jigsaw...

What?

Pantera fucked the lab up.

I have to go.

-The boys need me. -I'll leave, too.

Look at this mess! Motherfucker!

Knife, fix this.

Unreal. I can't believe this motherfucker can mess shit up so much.

I told you to be careful, too, you stupid fucks!

It's your fault, you fucking brat.

That's bullshit! You asshole!

Why the fuck were you at the old prison?

Were you breaking out?

Yeah, I was, Marito! To get Mecha's killer!

I would've caught him if these fuckers hadn't stopped me.

You'd be dead, you dumb fuck.

Pantera almost killed you.

-As if he could. -You want to leave?

Then work!

Help me! Fix this mess!

We need to stay calm! And not fuck shit up!

Use your fucking brain for once!

You know what?

I'll help you with these! Motherfucker!

Stick them up your ass!

Cocksucker!

Go fuck yourself, Mario! Come, Booger. Let's go.

Did I offend you?

-You stupid fuck! -Fuck you!

He's a fucking brat. A piece of shit.

And Test Tube can't work. We can't finish this shit.

Fuck me!

Pantera, you motherfucker!

What do we do, Mario?

Nothing.

Nothing.

I'll have to talk to your cousin

to explain the situation and ask for an extension.

He won't like that.

I told you he has a short temper.

Well...

he'll have to deal with it.

Borges.

Yeah.

To...

tell you we had a situation.

We'll have to... to... delay the shipment. You know?

Doesn't Mario Borges always meet the expectations?

Well do it, fuck!

Yeah, I mean... I know. I know. Things went okay, but we ran into trouble.

Then you solve it.

I want those tits on time, or there will be harsh retaliation.

Okay?

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Sorry. I'm a little late.

It's okay.

How are you?

Living.

Good or bad?

I don't know. It was easier outside.

That's why I messed up all the time.

It's different here.

I'm always focused on what I have to do to not get killed

or have my head messed with.

Who's messing with it?

My thoughts.

Things in my head.

I try to close my eyes and let time pass by, but...

I see worse things when my eyes are closed than when they're open.

I like the way you talk, like an artist.

I'm not.

I mean, I play the guitar, and the drums a little. But an artist?

I didn't know that.

I just remembered something.

An inmate gave it to me.

Before he left.

But he didn't know I can't play music at all.

It might help pass the time.

I don't think so, but whatever.

Thank you.

If you want change, you have to try something new.

I'm awful. If I wasn't, I'd try.

It's good.

I was sure I was dead.

But the scariest thing was thinking

that in hell I'd meet my wife, her mother and her sister.

Waiting to piss me off for all eternity.

Just thinking about it makes me shiver. Look.

Your employee had it worse.

Yeah. Poor Rambo.

He was a good boy. A hard worker.

Truth is, I can't complain. I'm alive, and I'm well taken care of here.

Good. Happy to hear that.

But we need you in the lab.

Can you continue with that?

Mario.

I want to, Mario. But I can't move.

I have a fractured rib, four broken fingers,

a dislocated shoulder.

You want me to cook with my teeth?

They want to run some studies on me in another prison.

Another prison? No. No, no.

No, don't say that. Please don't.

What if I do it?

Say the word, and I'll do it, Mario.

But did you go to school?

Do you know about chemistry? I mean.

A little bit, yeah.

And with Test Tube's help,

I can do it.

-No. -No risk, no reward.

As they say in my land.

What do you think?

Give me the notebook under the pillow.

Be careful, mother...

Page nine.

There's the whole process.

If you do exactly what's written

or what I tell you, it may work.

Keep a fire extinguisher close, just in case.

Don't lose it. It's the Bible.

-Thank you, Test Tube. -Motherfucker...

Your hands. Higher. Higher.

That's it. Move. Go. Move.

Bruni.

You have a minute? I have important news.

We'll continue later, fellas.

What?

Pedrito heard Borges talking with Antín.

They'll be released before they serve their time.

Him and Diosito.

What?

You heard me.

He has a deal with Booger's old man.

They'll release him sooner.

Are you sure?

Sure as fuck.

That's why they look after the kid all the time.

Those fuckers have a deal to get out.

That piece of shit can't leave.

He'll pay for what he did to my nephew. With blood.

Well...

it seems they're getting away anyway.

Unless we do something.

We were thinking about killing the kid.

We'll get him. But not yet.

We'll have to have the father killed.

That way the deal will be off.

The father dead,

the kid in here with no money...

He'll become a burden for the Borges,

a cause of internal conflict.

And they'll never figure out that their downfall was planned inside.

In the courtyard.

Wow, you're smart.

We can't let those motherfuckers leave San Onofre.

We must move now!

Now!

No, Pantera, please! Please, don't kill me, Pantera!

No, no, no! Don't kill me, Pantera! Please!

No!

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

Are you okay?

Yes.

García, bring backup to the infirmary.

Now.

Come on, guys.

Be careful. Good job, man.

Take it easy. Move that.

Careful, those are worth a lot.

I learned a lot!

There. Like that, well done. Harder.

Do it right. Done.

Very well, guys. Very well.

Let's go guys. This is going well.

Nice pace.

Motherfucker!

I said be careful, dumb shit!

You want us to blow up? Or what?

Concentrate, Pancho!

What happened?

What happened? What is this? And this smoke?

Nothing, a minor mistake.

-Nothing serious. -A minor mistake? Nothing serious?

My ass! Wake the fuck up!

We need to finish this, fuckers!

Fill those tits like those of a diva.

Go, go, go!

Go, you too, move! Move your ass!

Listen, Colombia. Tell me we can make it.

My brain's going to implode.

-We're giving it our all, Mario. -Then do more than that.

If not, your cousin's going to kill me.

Complete the shipment as soon as possible. Doesn't matter how.

Again with the license plates, dude?

-Well, yeah. -But you shouldn't. You have to learn.

-Well, they got me. -How are you, Ortiz? Want to play?

No, I don't.

-Look at it. Don't be a pussy. -Why don't you play, dude? Let him play.

We don't play with anyone.

-Do you play? -You want to get down?

Fuck. Position?

-Forward. And you? -Defender.

-Will you play? We're short a player. -Yeah.

-Let's go. -Come on.

Let's go.

Champagne soccer!

Go, go, go, go!

Come on, dude. Move!

Go, go, go!

Goal!

-These fuckers are awful. -No, no. They're okay.

Goal!

I imagine it's hard for you to watch them players like this.

No.

It'd be like if Baryshnikov came to see me dancing.

No.

Really, I mean it. I want to tell you I admire you a lot.

Thank you for everything. I mean as a player.

-Really, I admire you. You're great, man. -Thanks.

-Thank you. -You're a football genius.

-Well. Not really. -You are, but people don't appreciate it.

Nobody ever gave you the recognition you deserved.

Right.

If they want to be assholes, they're really gonna be assholes.

Sure.

-They're stubborn. They judge you. -Yeah.

Like they did to you, with your coke issue.

Then, bang.

I mean, shit. They stigmatize you.

Don't they?

Goal!

Oh, well. Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone.

That's it. Fuck everything.

And it's not a matter of education or social status, you know.

We're all fucked.

-Right? -Goal!

Think about it. You have all these courtyard slumfucks on one hand.

And the social worker on the other. They're the same shit, all junkies.

-You mean Emma? No. -Of course.

Even with that angel face, she's a fucking junkie, that whore.

No. I don't believe it.

-She takes a crap-ton of pills. -You sure?

Why wouldn't I be? She's a terrible pill-popper.

You know who her dealer is? Test Tube.

A genius who's cooking up meth for us.

The druggist and the druggie.

-That's life. -It is. It is.

You can't escape your destiny, you know.

Born a junkie, die a junkie, like that.

-It's not like that. -Yeah, it is.

Then if you're born a dumb fuck, you die one.

That's how it is.

-Don't worry, you can still recover. -That's how it is.

Hey, pass by the shack whenever you want to snort some.

-I have plenty, you know. -Don't need much for my big nose.

-Hey, I'm playing! -There he goes!

-Come on! -Go!

Run, you fucking office workers!

There! Come on!

Hit it, fucker!

There's the goal! There's the fucking goal!

-Are you okay? What happened? -Yeah.

Nothing. I'm okay.

Thanks for coming.

I'm happy you called me. I wanted to see you, too.

We always have a good time together, don't we?

Listen, Kari.

You're a good girl.

And...

I don't want to lie to you, you know. No...

I don't want to give you any hopes.

What's wrong?

I didn't call you...

for the reason you imagine.

I called you 'cause I want you to tell me everything you know about Mecha's death.

I don't know anything, man.

Come on. Don't lie to me.

Tell me, or there'll be trouble! Out with it! Come on!

-Is that a threat? -No, it's not, but tell me.

You are threatening me! What's fucking wrong with you, dude?

You weren't like this.

You were always a scoundrel. But threatening a girl? Really?

Prison turned you into an asshole.

Okay, okay. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but I don't know what else to do.

You know what's like to be in here?

Everyone lying to you?

Nobody telling you the truth?

Come on, Kari. Tell me the truth. Come on.

Really. I don't know anything, Diosito.

You should know more than me at least. Come on, tell me. Think.

There are rumors in the hood.

People say things, nothing more.

What? What are they saying?

That Mecha's death wasn't just a robbery.

They say the big bosses wanted her dead.

Don't know why.

But it's just stupid gossip. Don't listen to it.

Tell me the truth.

Was my brother involved?

I've never been with a teacher.

An art teacher.

Well...

it's your first time in every way.

What?

-You bragging already? You dummy. -No.

-You're bragging, silly. -I'm not.

Well. If I don't do it, I'm not enough for you.

You? Not enough?

As if that were possible. Look at you.

Baby girl.

Baby girl.

Have you ever been with

a man like me?

One who is... I don't know...

Well-endowed. Well-endowed. Well-endowed.

-Well-endowed. -Well-endowed?

-Yeah. What? I'm not? -You think you're smart?

Smart?

-Well-endowed, you say? -Yeah, yeah. And?

No.

I've never been with a man, so...

So manly.

So well-endowed.

-And with such a big cock. -Such a vulgar girl.

-Mario Borges. -Vulgar.

Damn you. You make me so horny.

Hey, you. Listen. Where's Mario?

-I don't know. -You don't?

No, I don't know.

You don't know where Mario is? Don't lie. Don't lie.

Like hell you don't know, you fucking fruit.

-But if you don't... -Where is he?

-Where? You motherfucker! -I don't know! I don't!

I know where those fuckers are. Those assholes. Now I know.

Door. The door!

-Open the fucking door! -I can't do that.

-Borges' orders. Nobody's allowed in. -I'm a Borges, too. Open the door.

You explain it to him.

You make me go crazy. Turn around. Turn around, babe.

Turn around. Turn around.

-Let's see. -Mario.

Why are you here, idiot?

-Did you kill her? -Motherfucker!

-What are you talking about? -Mecha, son of a bitch. Did you kill her?

Did you, fucking traitor? Fucking traitor!

Did you kill her? Tell me if you did!

Let go! Let go!

Hey! Hey! Why so much noise?

Ginna.

Ginna! Ginna!

What did you do to her?

Ginna.

Ginna.

Ginna.

Yeah? Is there really a guard out there?

Yes.

Yeah, Malla's there. What's wrong? Are you afraid?

I'd like to be braver.

Or be able to defend myself...

but I was always better at using my head.

It's better to use your head than force. Right?

Do you really think so?

Yes.

Would you like to tell me what happened? Who did this to you?

It doesn't matter who.

Truth is things always get out of control in here, you know?

It's the confinement.

It can make anyone go mad.

Anyway, I don't care anymore.

You know? Because thanks to the beating I got, you came here to see me.

I'm really glad you came.

If I don't see you, even for a day, I miss you.

I have a gift for you, you know? A surprise.

Careful.

Down there.

There's a napkin.

-This? -Yes. Open it.

-But I'm not using anymore. -Huh?

-I threw away everything I had. Thanks. -Well, I mean... even better.

Even better. Keep them. I know about this stuff.

You can't stop from one day to the next.

I'm sure you'll come to me in a few days to ask me for more.

Fine. But it's the last time.

Okay, it's your decision.

We were very drunk.

And Ginna pretended to be a model.

She wore the high heels, pretending she was on a catwalk.

She tripped and hit her head against the bed.

Something smells fishy here.

Nobody pushed her?

No. No, no.

-All by herself? -I tried to grab her, but I couldn't.

I'm asking if someone touched her, pushed her.

No, nobody.

What were you two doing here, Mario?

I came to have my moustache trimmed.

You asked her to do that?

Yeah, every now and then.

She was drunk, and you asked her to trim your moustache?

No, no. I didn't know she was drunk. When I arrived...

No, I didn't know.

And you?

Diosito?

What happened, Diosito?

He's fucking brain-dead.

Well, it's pretty clear to me.

This is a suspicious death.

-Isn't it, Ramito? -Yeah, yeah.

Capece?

Yeah, it seems like it, chief.

We'll have to open up a case...

and entrust the proceedings to the corresponding court.

And, for the record, let it be known

that the Borgeses tried to revive her. They performed resuscitation.

Right?

Yeah. Yes.

Let's go, Capece. Take care of it, Ramito.

God damn it!

I'll have a cup of tea.

I just received a call...

from the trans ward to tell me there was an accident.

That there's a dead girl.

Thank you.

-Are you listening to me? -That was anything but an accident.

What happened exactly?

I don't know.

But it wasn't an accident. The Borges are involved.

-Antín's covering up for them. -Fuck me.

San Onofre...

is already a no-man's-land. You see that?

Capece. We'll talk later.

Morning, Ms. Morales.

-How are you, Capece? -Ramos, try not to be late today, huh?

Chiqui, I'll pay for the coffee tomorrow.

-And yesterday's? -The day after tomorrow.

I remember that night we did the show in the courtyard.

We danced like crazy.

Suddenly, the stage collapsed and we fell down to the floor.

You stood up and kept on dancing.

That was you.

Strong, no matter what.

I'll miss you, my friend.

I hope...

wherever you are...

you find peace...

and look after us...

and that you receive the care you deserve.

Farewell, darling.

Darling.

Sweetie.

My Ginna.

Dearie.

I love you, Ginna.

Keep looking at me like that, and I'll kill you, whore.

How is the most beautiful superintendent in the world?

Are you fucking kidding? This is hell!

An intern died.

-A girl from the trans ward. -Yeah, I know. I know.

Do you know the trouble this is going to means for us?

Don't say that!

Of course I do. I'm the warden here!

It implicates me the most.

But let me ask you...

What do I have to do with a tranny, or transvestite, whatever they're called,

that gets drunk, gets high, fucks,

walks on top of the beds, falls down and dies?

Look, Antín. I wake up every day and put on makeup because I like it,

not because I'm stupid!

-Calm down. -There's an inmate at the infirmary

with his fingers destroyed,

and another one got beaten.

-He got killed. -Okay. Okay, but I'm not God.

I don't direct the life of each and every inmate.

You are responsible for these accidents.

-There are too many. -No. Statistics. It's seasonality.

Some periods have more incidents than others.

-It's systemic. -Wait a minute.

-What's wrong? -Is that the dead girl?

Are they performing a funeral?

-Yes, they are. -What kind of joke is this? For real?

No, it isn't a joke, Estela. It's an inmate wake.

It's very important for them.

This happened even before I arrived here.

You see? When somebody important to them dies,

somebody they care for, they ask to hold a wake in the courtyard.

To show their appreciation before the body is taken to the morgue.

An inmate wake.

Your inmate wake is in violation of more than 50 protocols.

And you know it.

If this reaches the human resources division,

we'll be held liable for covering up the possible homicide of a trans woman.

-You moron! -No, no.

This is it!

-Okay? It's over! -What's over?

-What? -You having the title of warden!

Over!

Are you firing me?

-Morales, it's me! -Yeah, yeah.

You're making a mistake.

You know about my dedication, my ability, my determination. I'm incorruptible.

Don't get fired up. If you have nothing to hide, calm down.

I'm calm. I'm not nervous.

-But you know what? I'm offended. -Oh, really?

And I can only think that this is your personal retaliation

for something that didn't happen between us.

-What? -Because I didn't fuck you.

Motherfucker!

Are you going to tell me why Ginna's death has got you so down or not?

I cared for her.

She was a good girl.

Intelligent. Nice.

Nice.

So nice that you'd risk Pantera getting you here in the courtyard?

The world needs more girls like her, Colombia.

And we need you to be more careful.

We're cannon fodder here.

Sub-21.

Bruni's people.

-That fucker, Pantera, running free. -For Ginna!

Cheers.

I'm more concerned about the traitors on our side than about our enemies.

Do you think her death was an accident?

Then what the fuck happened, Mario?

Diosito tried to choke me.

And she died because she tried to help me.

I'm never forgiving my brother for this one.

Never.

Hey, you still angry?

Hey!

What do you want?

You finishing that alone?

No. Here. Come, have some.

Are you okay, or are you still angry?

No, I'm not okay.

I killed someone.

But I didn't want to this time.

Well, there were other times like that.

But this one, I didn't even realize.

Ginna didn't deserve that.

I killed her.

All of this is Marito's fault.

It's on that cocksucker!

For not telling me the truth about Mecha, get it?

I had to press him, and this is what happens.

That's why.

How many times did I ask, and he played dumb?

But he's a lying rat and thinks we're all like that!

You understand?

No.

You're still angry with your brother.

What brother?

I don't have a brother anymore, Booger.

I'm done. It's over.

I'm going my way now.

And you'll have to choose, Booger.

You'll have to choose. Marito or me.

"Deputy Officers of the Federal Police Forces,

with respect and appreciation to Sergio Antín."

Why do I keep shit from those fuckers?

Yeah, come in.

Excuse me.

Come in. Come in, Capece. Come in.

What's going on? Are you moving, chief?

No, I'm being forced out.

Estela Morales is taking over the prison.

She suspended me, and she's forcing me out.

-Is this a joke? -Does it seem like one?

She'll probably be coming here in a few hours to announce it.

I called you here so I could warn you.

She'll subject you to a thorough interrogation.

You don't have to worry about me. I know what to say and what not to say.

I know, but she's a cunning one,

that bitch.

Prepare what you have to say.

Be careful. Are we clear?

A hundred percent, chief.

But we may have to make sure Ramos knows which side he's on.

What's wrong with him?

This morning, I saw him at the bar across the street,

talking to Morales.

When they saw me, they played dumb. But this never fails me.

Ramos.

What a son of a bitch.

He couldn't be a bigger motherfucker.

Of course, he was at the "crime" scene.

I don't want to make it harder on him,

but I always knew he was a damn backstabber.

Like all of his kind. All of them.

Come here, Capece.

I want to tell you something from the bottom of my heart.

I admire and appreciate you for your work and dedication.

I want you to know I'm suspended, not fired.

I'll be back.

I take a step back to gain momentum, because I come back like the phoenix.

I want you to make sure all my subordinates

know how I deal with snitches in San Onofre.

-Understood? -Loud and clear, chief.

Good luck.

You always do the same.

Try this one. I think it has 40 bucks.

Great.

Hi, Vasco.

It's me, César.

Huh? No, no. I wish.

I'll be here for a few more years still.

How's the family?

Good. Great. Listen. I don't have enough time.

I'm calling for... for a job.

I didn't know. Okay.

Yeah, great. Hand it over.

Hello?

What's up?

César here. Nothing, just a job. Are you up for it?

I just told your father.

Great, good.

Great.

I'll pass on the details to you later.

Thanks.

-So? What did he say? -He won't do it. He retired.

-His daughter is going to do it. -The girl?

Yeah.

That one's a real threat, huh?

You can't stop from one day to the next.

I'm sure you'll come to me in a few days to ask me for more.

-Hi. -Hi.

Thanks for calling.

I missed you.

I'm running into...

into a little trouble.

Things at home are getting worse by the day.

Now she wants to get couples' counselling. I flat out refused.

As soon as I can, I'll get my things and leave.

Don't bring that up again, please.

Hey.

Look at me.

I know it's hard for you.

But imagine how hard it is for me.

My children are in the middle of this.

I don't know why you're telling me this.

Hey. I want you to feel better.

Would you tell your wife you don't want to be with her anymore?

No.

The answer's no.

Don't say that.

Yes, of course I would.

Yes.

I just need time.

Hey.

Hey.

Time.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Did you read the economics book that I gave you?

No, Dad. There's no time for reading here.

Why is there no time? What is there to do in here all day?

You're in prison. What is there to do?

It's not like in the movies. It's very hairy, you know?

"Very hairy"?

I'm not familiar with the term. What does "hairy" mean?

Hairy, dicey, dangerous.

That's how we talk.

You can't be distracted, not even for a moment.

-Never mind read. -Did something bad happen to you?

Did they do something to you? Do they treat you well?

-Yeah, Dad. -Really?

Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

Indeed. I'm even learning a lot of things.

I'm thinking I want to be your right-hand man when I'm released.

Yes, yes. I see you are learning many things.

You learned how to ruin your head. Why did you dye your hair that color?

Do you want to look like that guy?

That friend of yours, the younger Borges? That thug?

No.

Why do you speak like that?

Are you pretending to be a criminal?

One of those slum dwellers?

What's wrong with you? Does it make you feel braver?

Imitating them will not make you tough.

Why don't you have some faith in me?

You don't know how hard is to be in here.

Why don't you come and walk in my shoes?

With the Borges and everyone staring at you for being a spoiled shit.

It's not so easy.

Do you know why I'm not in prison? Because it wasn't me that fucked up.

That's why I don't know what it's like.

The only thing I know is that I have to pay for your protection each month.

And now,

I only hope you don't end up being a burden to me until the day I die.

Okay. You know what? Stop paying.

Forget it.

So you won't have to take care of your child anymore.

I wish it were that easy.

Someday, you'll learn the importance of family.

And that you never abandon family.

By the way, your mother sends her regards.

She still can't get herself to come due to the shame she feels.

Say hi to her, too.

What's up, dude?

Did you do it?

Everything's arranged. They'll do it tomorrow.

-Tell me, are they trustworthy? -Yeah.

I haven't seen them fail once in eight years, so don't worry.

Anyone can be accurate, you dumb fuck.

Winning by a knockout is a different story.

Yeah, but they killed important people.

As important as Eduardo Pardo?

Take it easy. Okay?

Everything's going to be fine.

He'll be dead soon.

Trust me.

Let's go, guys.

Don't you understand the meaning of urgent?

You were most likely fucking around on your phone with your wife.

I'm not married.

Oh, you're not?

I see.

I just thought you were because you're always on your phone,

texting.

I have a girlfriend.

But the damn woman is pregnant now.

Oh, well.

Congratulations.

You must be happy that you're going to be a father.

Now that you mention it...

I was thinking about leaving her.

You're going to leave her on her own with the kid?

What else do you want? I didn't want it.

I told her to be careful. She did what she wanted.

Hey, do you have any family?

Parents, siblings, that sort of thing?

What's this? Are you interrogating me?

We just never have time to talk as friends.

But if you don't want to answer, don't tell me shit, and that's it.

My mother died recently.

I never met my father.

I'm an only child.

Then nobody's going to miss you.

This is what happens to snitches in San Onofre.

This is for the warden, Antín.

And this is for leaving your girlfriend alone with the child.

Rot alone in hell, you motherfucker.

Oh, sweet kisses and languorous caresses

While trembling I stripped

The beautiful form

Of its veils!

Forever, my dream of love has vanished

That moment has fled

And I die in desperation!

And I never before

Loved life so much!

Loved life so much!

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