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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

You can have all the money.

And all the power.

But life...

Life's so fragile... Yeah, just like that.

It fades in a blink.

Just look at my son's predicament.

I sent him to the best college.

I gave him everything. Everything.

Even knowing full well how he is. He was always a drag, just like his mother.

Both drags.

I was about to give him a job at my firm.

Something symbolic. Of course. I know he's useless.

Right there.

Excuse me, Eduardo. I need more oil.

Go on, honey. Go on.

As I was saying, beyond my son's fuckup,

I'm very angry, very disappointed, with the system we live in.

You can't condemn a good family for a random car accident.

Laws should punish criminals, social scum.

The useless, the marginal.

Not good families like ours.

Oh, yeah. Right there, baby. Yeah. Yeah.

I can't wait for this nightmare of having my kid locked up to be over.

I swear, it's a living nightmare, knowing that your son's locked up in jail

with those pieces of shit.

You must be wondering, "Who's this broad?"

I'm Estela Morales.

San Onofre's new inspector.

I'm in charge of the prison's management.

I'm here to enforce a new order.

To restore order in this establishment.

We'll perform searches.

Every single day.

And we'll reduce the visiting schedule.

As well as the schedule for conjugal visits.

Only well-behaved inmates will have access.

The workshop's schedule will be strictly observed.

Parties will be suspended.

Birthdays.

Inmate wakes.

And the joyous carnivals!

Wait up!

Not the carnivals!

You're here to serve a sentence.

Not to fuck around!

Understood?

Let's go, Capece.

Make way, gentlemen.

Boring cunt!

Perform a thorough search.

How was I, Capece?

-Fantastic, ma'am. -Great. Thank you.

Tell Ramos to meet me. It's urgent.

I haven't seen Ramos.

Cut that shit out! Fuck!

I'll wait for him in the office. Go get him!

He's not here... Where the fuck is he?

Show me your buttholes, motherfuckers! Show your ass to daddy!

Search!

Everybody out!

Wreck their shacks! Fuck everything up!

I want to see you all lined up!

-Line up! -Come on!

You, too! Who the fuck do you think you are?

You seem too loose, Gabi. Get to work, fatso. Come on.

Let's go, boys. Let's dismantle this mess.

Let's get to it. Come on.

Tonight, I'll pay for pizzas, ice-cold beers...

And since I'm being nice, if you behave,

you'll each get a line.

Hey, Mario. What happened with my cousin?

We gotta finish with this business first.

I don't want the new chief to notice.

Now that we have the money to leave with my brother,

I don't want to fuck that up.

That asshole doesn't look like he's leaving.

He looks like he's serving a life sentence.

Am I wrong or what?

Do you know when you're leaving?

No, not yet. But soon.

I hope you don't forget about us once you're out.

Never.

Whatever you want, Mario. I'm your man.

-You can always count on me. Always. -Same here, boss.

I know, gonorrhea!

What the fuck are you laughing at, cocksuckers?

Are you talking about me, man?

If you got something to say, say it to my face! Fuckheads!

Nobody's talking about you, dude.

Colombian backstabber. Shut the fuck up.

What are you talking about, asshole?

-What the fuck, man? -What is it?

Quit it, hothead!

Who do you think you are? San Onofre's head honcho?

Stop doing blow!

-Stop it. It makes you paranoid! -Yeah, blow. Blow me, Marito!

You son of a bitch!

Stop mocking me, man!

You think I'm an idiot? That I never noticed it?

That you're all talking about me? You're all laughing at me!

Fuckheads! Fuck off!

Wow.

Put some effort into it, you cunt.

Put some effort into it.

I'll take it from here. Go on. Shut the door, thanks.

-I thought our session was tomorrow. -Sit down.

I called you because there's something I need to tell you.

What?

Your father passed away.

We don't know the details yet.

We know he's been murdered.

And there's an ongoing investigation.

Why?

They snuffed Pardo? What are you talking about, dude?

That's all I know for now. That's why I wondered if you knew anything else.

Maybe you ordered the hit to people on the outside...

The hit? Me?

Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs? Are you nuts?

-Maybe because he's useless to you now. -But I didn't do it.

-I swear I didn't do it. -Whatever.

The payment's been made.

We're waiting for the judge's order

to authorize your release as well as your brother's.

Possibly tomorrow.

So Pardo's death doesn't change our agreement?

Eduardo had already made the payment.

The remainder was paid off with the silicones.

The court system's very pleased with you.

Mainly Lunati. You know?

Nobody thought you'd make it. And here we are.

What about that inspector broad?

The inspector has no choice.

She has to obey a judge's order.

You sure about that?

Borges, you'll be a free man tomorrow.

With rights and duties.

Rights...

How about that?

You came here for a dick-measuring contest.

And now you come through with this, like a gentleman.

I've a confession to make.

My cock, pardon my French, isn't that big.

But it isn't that clean either.

That's why I'm one of the top lawyers in the country.

Thanks.

Thanks, man.

-It's been a pleasure. -Likewise.

The next time I screw up, I'll give you a call. No middlemen.

-You plan to screw up a lot? -I get bored easily.

I don't know what to say.

Maybe talking will be good for you.

I don't know.

I don't understand anything.

Not who killed him or why they killed him.

We had a very bad argument the last time he came to see me.

I'll talk to my dad, and he'll keep helping you, for real.

It'll be fine.

-Everything's going to be all right. -No.

-Yes, it will. -No.

I don't deserve your help.

Why do you say that?

Because I'm a piece of shit! Get it?

No, you're not. You know that you're not.

-You're a good guy. -No.

-You have your mom. -She's never come to see me.

You have me.

For how long, Luna?

Look at this shithole. You don't deserve having to come here.

It's not the best place on earth...

but at least we can be alone.

I think it's great that you're working.

Doing something for our country.

Honest people work to pay their taxes.

We support you with those taxes, you leeches.

What's wrong? And this guy? What's wrong with him?

He had a shiv, some crack and a cell phone.

Dealers and dopeheads go straight to the isolation cell!

-Ma'am, there's not much room left. -Do as I say!

We'll create more cells if there's no room!

Do it, man!

Come on, dude! Hit it, Pedro!

Máximo! Máximo! Put it in!

Goal!

Let's go, defense! Defense!

Out! Out!

Goal!

Come on, dude!

Máximo!

-Máximo! -Over here! Over here!

-Hey! What the fuck? -Hold it, dude!

-What's up, bro? -Didn't you hear the chief?

No more fun and games.

Fucking pig, wrecking our shack wasn't enough?

Shut the fuck up, or you'll go to the isolation cell.

We do what the warden says.

Oh, the warden!

You come-guzzler.

Say that again! Say that again, you slumfuck son of a whore!

-Take that shit away. -Hey, wait! He's taking the pool!

Not the pool!

Hey, not the pool!

You know this heat's unbearable!

Try an ice enema.

I'm being nice.

What's the point of breeding hatred?

Look. When you least expect it,

things can change.

Things are already changing, Bruni. Get out.

Be helpful. Let's go.

Come on! Come on! Everybody, let's go!

Motherfuckers!

-Fucking bitches! -Let's go, motherfuckers! Let's go!

Come on, man! Let's go! Let's go!

Let's make some fucking noise, fuckers! Come on!

These slumfuck assholes...

For fuck's sake.

You better unplug his vacuum, or we'll be having another wake soon.

Yeah. For real, man. Stop snorting that shit.

-Come here. Let's toast with the boys. -Suck my ass.

Grab a bite! To good things!

-To good things! -To good things!

-Cheers! -That was a good one, Mario.

Come here, Boogie.

Come here. Sit here with me. Come, don't sit with that riffraff.

Look. I made a few lines for you.

Go on. Have a snort.

What the fuck? You clean now?

They killed my dad.

They killed your dad, Booger? What are you talking about?

Hey, man, what do you mean? Who killed your dad?

I don't know.

-Who told you? -Emma.

Motherfuckers. Pieces of shit.

Easy, Booger. Easy.

Easy.

Everything's going to be fine.

Chill.

Easy, Booger.

You have our condolences, kid.

What a fucking waste.

Who could've done it, Mario?

Now that your dad's a goner,

who'll pay the gang to keep protecting you?

What the fuck, Mario? That doesn't matter now.

It does matter. It does.

If the bank shuts down, there's no money.

But my dad already paid you.

Your old man paid me and my brother to take care of you until we got out.

The arrangement was that he would keep paying the gang, your caretakers.

Where will you get the money for Barny,

the Colombian, Morcilla and Cramp?

What do you expect? Free day care?

You better warm up your butthole for me.

Shut the fuck up, you fat faggot. Shut up.

I don't know. I can call my family to get some cash.

Truth is, I can't think about it right now.

No, relax. You better chill. Chill out, Booger.

Well, don't think about it.

Okay. Let's do this. Let's break the contract, that's it. Okay?

Let's break in an ass while we're at it, Mario.

That's another possibility, but...

You guys laugh,

but when a business goes wrong, what can you do?

-If it goes wrong, it goes wrong. -What the fuck, man? What are you saying?

What the fuck are you saying? What's the matter with you, man?

When Marito and I leave, you still gotta take care of Booger. He's my friend.

You left the gang. You don't want to be with the riffraff.

I don't give a flying fuck about what you have to say.

You know what, Borges? You're a rotten cunt.

I made you rich, and now what? You're just going to leave me here?

Listen to me, you prick. Do you know who you're talking to?

I was like your father in here, and you never thanked me.

Go fuck your mother.

-My mom's sacred. -Mine, too.

We're from the same cellblock!

What's it to you, Colombian? He's my friend.

Booger's my friend. Nobody touches him!

You too, man.

You'll have to decide if you want to stick with this backstabber or with me.

You'll all have to decide. You too, Barny.

-Suck my dick. -You suck my dick, fucker. Backstabber.

You're right, you know?

Want to stick up for this piece of shit?

I think that's fantastic. Grab your stuff and go to the courtyard

so we can have more room here and be more comfortable.

You know you're a fat fuck, right?

You know what? I'll go to the courtyard.

With my friend. He's the only one worth a shit here.

You're nothing but snakes. You're all snakes.

Fucking snakes. Let's go, Booger. Come on.

Let me go, Mario! Let me go!

-Get over here. -Hey, Diosito! Hey!

-Hey! Diosito, please! -Easy there. Easy.

-Please! -Easy.

-Easy. -Come here, you idiot.

You can't go to the courtyard.

We've already paid, Diosito.

We're expecting the call. We pack our bags, and we're out.

Come here. I'll explain a few things.

Come with me. I'll explain some basics to you.

Keep still. Easy.

Fucking slumfucks. How about that?

You take away their fun, put them to work, and they riot.

Pieces of shit!

You call the shots, ma'am.

We need a crackdown! And a major one!

Mafias need to be eliminated in here.

Did you know Pardo got killed? The businessman?

-He got killed? -He got killed!

And the order came from here. That's what these fucks do.

They pressure the family members.

Get the courtyard under control.

Sure thing.

Capece!

Where's Ramos?

I haven't seen him.

We don't need Pardo or the kid anymore.

Listen to me.

Do you know what these numbers are?

Do you know what this means?

All this dough is waiting for us outside.

It's over three million.

Yeah.

Son of a bitch.

And it's all ours.

Yours and mine.

It's so much money, we can just sit around and scratch our nuts until they bleed.

Hey!

-Hush now. Hush. -Hey! Let go of me!

-Let me go! -Chill out. Chill out.

We can build a company.

Something we don't have to show up to.

I don't get it, Marito.

When did we make all this money?

It all started when we killed Toad Quiroga.

Calm down! Calm down!

Calm down, prick. Calm down.

No! No!

-Hey! Diosito! -The lab...

The European business with the tits.

That went way better than we expected.

I know things are sour between us.

But we're millionaires, dude.

Hey.

Leave the fucking kid.

Come on, bro.

Millionaires.

Hey, Diosito!

Hey, Diosito!

Hey!

-Hey! -Let's go! Stop! Stop!

Stop. Easy. Easy. Let's go.

Sit down, bro.

Here, so you can relax.

Top-notch.

Come on, Booger. Let's go.

-All this trouble for this fucking kid? -Stop! Come on, Morci, please.

-You gotta go. Come on. -Deal with it.

I'm following orders.

-Go on. -Get the fuck out.

What are you waiting for?

Come here, you piece of shit!

What the fuck is going on, slumfucks?

What's up, you shits?

Come here!

-Get back to your fucking shacks! -I smell pigs!

Let's go! Let's go!

-Motherfuckers! -Slumfucks! Shits!

We'll get you, motherfucker!

Piece of shit!

Cunts!

Door!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Let's go, fuckers! Let's go!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

THE MURDER OF EDUARDO PARDO

-Excuse me. Do you mind? -Come on in.

I fought with my brother again. It's all gone to shit again.

Kalina's coming over later if you want to talk to him.

No. I don't want to talk to Kalina. I need something else.

Maybe you can help me out.

Maybe you still keep some of those...

pills you gave me. Remember?

I told you. That was an exception. I can't give you anything.

That was an emergency. This is also an emergency.

-You won't help me? -Yes.

-I can help. We can talk if you want. -I don't want to talk, bitch!

I'm telling you I want those pills!

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Don't talk to me like that, you fucking cunt.

Come on, where are those pills? They're probably in here.

-Where are they? -Don't touch my things!

-Tell me, or I'll take them from you! -Calm down!

-Where are those pills? Tell me! -What are you doing? Calm down!

Tell me where they are! Don't touch me!

-Stop! Calm down! -Let her go! Don't touch the doctor!

I'm through with inmates threatening employees!

I wasn't threatening her.

I was asking her for some pills that she takes sometimes.

If I ever see you attacking one of my employees,

I'll send you to the isolation cell, buck naked!

Get the fuck out!

Go.

What happened? Are you hurt?

-No, I'm fine. -Emma...

I can't have a junkie in my ranks.

I understand that, but he's lying.

Look. The first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you had a problem.

Maybe Antín didn't give a shit, but I do.

If you're not qualified to treat the inmates,

get out of my sight. I don't want you here.

JUDGE LUNATI

Your Honor, how are you?

How are you, Dr. Lunati?

Antín, I need you to do me a favor tomorrow.

I need you to get the Borges brothers out through the side street of San Onofre.

That'll be a bit difficult.

Dr. Estela Morales relieved me of my duties.

The prison's been seized.

What a surprise. I'm aware, Antín.

-But I'm asking for a special favor. -Excuse me.

How do you expect me to do what you're asking

if I'm no longer the warden?

You should ask Estela Morales about that.

Look. The less she knows, the better.

Anyway, I should clarify that the release was never signed.

I can't speak with this woman because it hasn't been signed by a judge.

Why do want them out, then?

I've a little operation in motion

with some officers tomorrow.

When those shits leave through the side gate,

they'll be shot down for attempting to escape.

I need you and a trusted guard, which you surely have,

to let the brothers out quietly.

Understood?

You'll kill them?

You want to snuff them so there's no loose ends?

Do this for me, and a federal judge will owe you

and will surely fix the problem you have with the inspector.

I'm your man, Your Honor. I'm your man.

Motherfuckers! Motherfuckers! Motherfuckers!

They threw everything at us. Stones this big.

We had to back down.

The guards don't want to end up in the hospital.

We have a shitty health plan.

You're all a bunch of pussies.

What will the higher-ups think? That I crapped out? Find another way!

What's all this?

If we don't put out this fire, it could get ugly.

I know what I'm talking about.

-I'm getting the fuck out. -Where are you going?

I'm leaving! I need some fresh air!

What? You're jumping ship?

How could I jump ship? You fucking asshole!

Sergio Antín.

-Morales! -The last person I expected to see.

Likewise. Have a seat.

What are you doing here?

You're suspended, remember?

Yes, suspended in jail.

Can you get me some water? Thank you.

I woke up early. I felt alone.

I thought I'd drop by the prison and see if I'd find a familiar face.

Because you miss the prison, you know?

You get used to interacting with the inmates.

I woke up and thought I'd go to the prison, go for a stroll,

and see if I could help out, if you needed anything.

All I'm asking, Morales,

is that you don't burn me if you give comments to the media or on TV.

My wife doesn't know anything. She'd kill me.

-She'll kill me if she finds out. -Relax.

I don't plan on giving comments.

This is all under control.

-I'm not so sure about that. -Why? You have informants?

Informants? You can hear the ruckus from the bar.

Yes, there's a few people who disagree with my requests.

Yes. They miss the Antín period.

No. That's not it.

You went overboard with the crackdown.

You beat them up too much. They can't take that, you know.

What would you do in my place?

With prison policy in general?

You studied the same thing I did, so I'll spare you general concepts.

Now, if we're dealing with something specific...

Carnival's coming up.

Will you authorize it? Will you ban it?

Will you authorize it with limitations? Inmates like to celebrate it.

Because people on the outside celebrate it.

If they celebrate it, they feel free like everybody else.

That's why they paint themselves, sing, dance, get wasted,

get high, pop pills...

Well, it's a cultural thing; it happens.

I'm leaving.

-Thanks for the company. -No, thank you.

-So long. -Antín's paying.

-Capece. -Yes, chief.

Look. I had a talk with Estela Morales just now.

I talked her into a carnival celebration. If she listens to me, we've done it.

What do you need?

I want you to open the gates to the courtyard

so inmates can walk freely through the prison.

That'll be total chaos, chief.

That's what I want. Chaos.

So? What'll you do? Will you obey me?

Or will you listen to that old cuntface?

As a gesture of goodwill,

I've decided to authorize the carnival celebrations

for the next 12 hours.

I know it's important to you.

But watch it. Don't fuck it up.

Don't get wild.

Don't worry. There won't be any problems.

I hope so. Okay, party on!

Go! Go! Dismantle that! Let's go!

Dismantle that! Come on!

Everyone, go to your shacks! Let's go!

-Go to your shacks, man! Let's go! -Go to your shacks!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Give me a light.

Rough day?

Did you hear about Eduardo Pardo?

-Eduardo Pardo? -Yes.

-Eduardo Pardo-- -Cristian's father. The young inmate.

Oh, yeah. He died.

-Yeah. -That upsets me.

Well, "died." It seems someone helped him. That's the rumor in the courtyard.

What else do they say?

It seems they called the hit from San Onofre.

But... I don't know. Gossip.

They say so many things.

Everybody tells tales to see who has the longest one.

Truth is, I don't know.

Can you help me find out what happened?

I may be crazy, but I'm not an idiot.

You know snitches aren't popular.

No. I'm not asking you to snitch on anyone.

Just to help me find out more about this. That's all.

This kid's messed up. They killed his dad. He deserves to know what happened.

I promise it will stay between us. No one will find out.

Please, help me.

Look.

What the fuck are you doing here, you piece of shit?

You're not welcome here.

Why? I didn't do anything.

Why don't you go and suck Diosito and Marito Borges' cocks?

I need something to smoke.

Smoke this, faggot. Light it up!

I have money.

He's got money, guys.

Okay. Let's see. Give it here.

Hand it over, you fuck.

-Okay, thanks. Now piss off. -No, but I--

Hey, come stain, shut the fuck up!

Piss off!

Stop it, guys. I've got nothing to do with the Borges anymore. They're dead to me.

You've got nothing to do with them?

What about what they did to my fingers?

Want to end up like this? Want me to fuck you?

Want me to fuck you, little slut?

The Colombian did it. Don't be mad at me.

-Motherfucker! -Hit the road.

Please, Deto. Get him out of here, man. I can't stand him. Get out.

Hit the road. Go on.

Hit the motherfucking road.

-Piss off! Piss off! -Okay.

Fucking backstabber!

Get the fuck out of here!

What do you want?

I won't last very long like this.

I need your help, Bruni.

Me?

Why would I help you?

Because I have money.

They killed my dad. I'll get an inheritance.

But I need protection to get it.

So your dad got killed.

That's what you get for mixing with the Borges.

It's like falling in the gutter.

You'll never come out clean.

I bet my balls... I bet my balls that they did it.

I don't know who did it.

But I can't do anything about it if I get killed or raped here.

What do you think, boys?

What should we do with the kid who buried Marquitos?

He spit on him after Pantera beat the shit outta him.

I didn't do anything to your nephew. He stabbed me.

I don't know why. He had it in for me.

Stop trembling.

Stay with us. You'll be fine.

Let's make Marquitos' death mean something.

With his money and my brains, we'll own San Onofre.

Big man, smarten him up.

Let's go, kid.

Carnival's here.

No meat.

The preparation before the Resurrection.

Don't feed the body. No...

you should feed your spirit.

Those drums are for you, little panther.

Do you hear that?

It's like your heartbeat.

Faster and faster.

That means you're getting close to the end.

The question is...

are you ready?

You're a sneaky bastard.

What... what do you want?

I bet you're tired of munching rats.

Come with me. I set you up a shack in the courtyard.

In the... In the courtyard?

Want to return to the right hand of the Lord?

I'm about to become the Lord and master of San Onofre.

It's time to settle the score.

Hi.

Hi.

-So? Got any details? -A few.

Well, just courtyard gossip.

So, do you know who killed him?

Bruni. That's what they say.

-Bruni? -Yeah.

I don't understand. Bruni put the hit on him?

Well, since he can't leave here, most likely, yes.

He sent someone to take care of business.

-But why? I don't understand. -I don't know.

Okay. No more questions. Enough.

That's it. Leave it.

Let them work it out. They're like animals. Let them do it.

Stay out of it.

Be careful. Will you do that?

Yes, I'll be careful. I promise. Thanks.

Ortiz?

Yeah?

You don't know me, but I know you.

Not exactly because of soccer, which I think is a shitty sport.

Twenty-two assholes running after a ball to push it around with their feet

and stick it in a net being held by three posts. Can you explain it?

I'm not sure, but it's been a hit for quite a while.

I don't get it, either.

-Anything else? -Yeah.

My name is Juan Carlos Rodríguez.

I want you to stay away from Emma Molinari. Are we clear?

-Why? -Just because.

Because I've been interested in her for a long time.

Long before you entered this prison.

Test Tube, right? You're Test Tube?

The one who feeds the doctor pills.

What's it to you?

If I ever find out that you've given her another pill,

I'll push in those mole eyes with these two thumbs.

Into your throat.

And I'll rip them out of your mouth. Or your ears.

I'm not sure which holes to pick.

But I look at you, and my fingers tingle with anticipation.

By the way, they call me Wild Man Ortiz.

Nice to meet you.

Am I gorgeous yet?

Look, I want to go out for a meal with my sweetie. With Gladys.

I can't look like an old fart.

Done, Borges. You look good.

Listen. Come.

Come. Come here.

What happened in the cellblock was a fuckup.

A huge fuckup.

I was very fond...

Very fond of Ginna. What am I saying? You know that.

-Yeah. Yeah. -Okay.

Tell Fabiola and the girls not to be mad at my boys. We're all friends.

And tell your crew to look after us.

Don't worry about that.

They'll take good care of you.

And I'll miss you.

Me, too.

-Give the girls a kiss from me. -Okay.

Thanks.

Well?

How do I look?

You look just like a teenager.

Lying sacks of shit! And I'm supposed to trust you.

For fuck's sake. Come here. Come here.

Get over here!

These phone cards are for the girls in the cellblock.

-Here. Here. -Thanks.

We'll stay in touch.

Colombia.

You'll get my clothes. They're too small for this guy.

All right?

Okay.

You know where the straps are.

The peashooters?

I'll miss you, you fucking Colombian.

Me, too.

-I'm very happy for you, you know? -I know.

I know.

Yeah.

Of course!

-Okay. -Take care.

We'll get to celebrate on the outside.

You're running the business now.

Morcilla handles the courtyard.

Keep an eye out for that fat-ass. You know he's a fickle fuck.

I promise you, I'll take care of your freedom when I'm out.

With patience and saliva. You know how it is.

-Yeah. -Thanks, Mario.

Okay. Let's go, Borges.

You're not saying goodbye, fuckface?

These snakes?

Fuck that. I'll never see them again.

Thankfully.

-Asshole. -Come on, let's go. Move your ass.

Chill out, man.

-Bye, douches. See you in Cancún. -Bye, Cramp.

Give me a little kiss, you faggot!

He took the fucking sheets.

-You're coming home, I guess. -Not a fucking chance.

I'll stay at a friend's place in the hood.

Don't be a douche.

Gladys is making all the preparations. Are you going to belittle her like that?

-She's waiting for us at the door. -Well, I'm sorry for Gladys.

But I don't want to have anything to do with you.

Just give me my cut, and we're done.

What cut?

My piece of the action. The money we made together.

-Together? -Yeah.

I planned the whole thing.

All you did was fuck things up over and over.

Besides, some of that money is for the gang.

No. Plus, from what I've heard, you wanted out.

-Don't fuck me over, Marito. Okay? -Or what?

Stop fucking around, or I'll take you to the isolation cell.

Get moving!

Hi, Osvaldito.

Are you okay?

Yeah. It's all good. Where are you?

Sorry I couldn't help out with the mess, baby.

I went to get the kids from kindergarten, you know?

Forget about it. I've everything under control.

Hurry up and get home. There's a hell of a party waiting.

Okay. Tell Borges to leave some whiskey for me.

-I will. -Police!

Sis, it's the cops!

That asshole judge fucked us over!

This is the police! On the ground, now!

I'm placing you under arrest for drug smuggling,

under Act 23.737.

Cuff him.

Let's clean this shit out. We can use it for the case.

You bad-luck son of a bitch!

Yeah, bad luck. Very bad luck. Especially for you.

You're really fucked, just like your in-laws.

Take this cocksucker away.

Clean this shit out.

Don't rush. Don't worry, we don't want to leave.

What's wrong?

You're pissing from the excitement?

The excitement of never seeing your cue-ball head again, ass-licker.

Hold it. Antín's calling. Yeah.

-Where are you? -We're at the gate, about to head out.

No, no! Tell Capece to shut the door! Don't leave!

What the fuck's going on?

I don't know. Listen up. Don't leave.

INCOMING CALL GLADYS

Pick up, Mario!

-Are you shitting me? -No, idiot! I'm telling you the truth!

I don't know what the fuck's going on, but Lunati's deal's off!

Stop busting my balls. I'm almost out.

-What's going on, Marito? -Hear me out.

If you leave, they'll blast a hole through your head.

Don't be an idiot. Don't walk out.

You knew this all along?

Why didn't you say anything?

It doesn't matter. I'm saving your ass, man.

I'm risking mine by giving you a heads-up.

But I want you alive rather than dead.

-Mario, what's going on? -Trouble.

-With who, Marito? -Hold on.

-Yeah. -Mario, listen. They fucked us over.

Lunati busted the funeral home with the cops. They took Osvaldo.

They want to fuck us over, too.

-Leave, babe. Leave. -But, Mario--

But nothing. No buts. Get going. Now.

Go, go, go.

FUNERAL PARLOR

Fuck them up, guys.

-Open the door, Capece. -What's up?

Open it. Rotten cunt.

Marito, can you tell me what the fuck's going on, or what?

-Mario! -It's a setup.

There's a car with guys armed to the teeth right across the street.

Yeah? Let's see. Open up, Capece.

Son of a bitch!

Get in here.

Get in here.

-I'm getting the fuck out of here. -You want to get shot, asshole?

-Get in! -Don't touch me!

Backstabber.

I'm not staying here, man.

Okay, go. Go, go, go.

Get out! Do it, asshole! Go.

I'll stay here and watch you get capped! Fuckhead!

Come on, idiot. Get in here.

Close the door!

-Fuck! -You son of a bitch!

So, any news about Cristian?

It seems he was sent to the courtyard.

-The courtyard? -Yeah.

-Let's go. -Where?

Door.

Door.

Lunati, you son of a truck full of whores!

That bastard fucked us over.

He'll pay for this. I swear he'll pay.

And with interest. That son of a bitch.

And now we gotta deal with these slumfucks and those shitty masks.

Fucking carnival!

-Take a deep breath, fat fuck! -Let my brother go!

Go fuck yourself!

Let me go, son of a bitch!

Cunts!

Welcome to the courtyard, Borges.

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