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No! Let me go, motherfucker!

Let me go, slumfuck!

Let me go, you piece of shit!

The Borges brothers...

You thought you'd never face the music, right?

Are you planting a tree, Bruni? I didn't know you were a gardener.

I'm burying a motherfucker.

Bruni!

Let Diosito go.

Want to join him?

We'll make a larger pit.

You think you're tough with these masked assholes?

Show your true faces! You fucking cunts!

You want me to show my true face?

Who isn't showing it? Who isn't showing it?

Who? Who?

Shoot me, asshole.

You... I'll get you...

I don't want to kill you, you cunt.

I'll give you a choice.

Who'll be buried alive? You or your brother?

Don't even think about it, you old fuck!

Don't even think about it!

You didn't give me that choice, and I asked for it.

You whacked the weakest one.

Marquitos.

Who's gonna pay for that? You or your brother?

Kill me, motherfucker.

-No, Mario! You can't, Mario! -Shut the fuck up, kid!

-No, kill me! No! Not Marito! -Leave my brother alone!

Mess with me, you fuck.

What? You want to avenge your nephew?

Start digging, fuckhead!

I changed my mind.

-Bury this guy. -No! Not Diosito!

Diosito...

Diosito, no!

You're sealing the trap? Pieces of shit!

Easy!

You lost this bout before putting the gloves on.

-I want to see you suffer. -Not Diosito!

Not Diosito!

So, your worst fear was being buried alive?

But, no...

The worst thing we could do to you is kill your brother.

Now you'll see how the person you love the most...

dies in the worst way you can imagine.

I'll fuck you up! Motherfucker!

Let's go!

-Diosito! -Let's go!

-No! -Diosito!

Not Diosito!

Not Diosito!

Let's go!

Son of a bitch!

Diosito!

Diosito!

-Diosito! -Let's go!

Brother!

Pieces of shit!

Diosito!

Marito!

Pieces of shit!

Marito, get me out of here!

Mario!

Mario!

Marito, get me out of here!

Get me out of here!

Mario!

Get me out!

Mario!

Mario!

Kill me, you cunt!

Kill me, or I'll kill you, you piece of shit!

Pantera, you motherfucker! I'm going to kill you!

Mario, get me out!

Not Diosito, piece of shit!

I'm going kill you!

-Take him to the lab. -Mario!

I want to see the famous place that made you so much money.

Cunt...

Motherfucker! You piece of shit!

Son of a bitch!

Good job, kid.

You're in charge of the courtyard.

I want you to be my right-hand man.

-What the fuck are you saying, man? -Easy, easy.

What did you say, you cunt?

We had a deal!

Didn't you need us to kill the Borges brothers?

I came up with something better.

I'll control San Onofre. Without the Borges, it's a piece of cake.

I have Cristian's money, Pantera's loyalty, all my crew.

Are you serious?

I don't need you now. It's a winning team.

Are you serious?

I've a good memory, you know?

The Sub-21 gang could've protected Marquitos, but they fucked him over.

Be grateful I'm letting you off the hook. Get out. Get out!

-Are you serious? -Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out!

-Cunt! -Rotten cunt!

Bruni, you motherfucker!

-Fucking backstabber! -Son of a bitch!

-Come on, let's go! -I'm gonna kill you, cunt!

-Bruni, son of a bitch! Backstabber! -Let's go!

-Let's go! Let's go! -Motherfucker!

-Bruni, you motherfucker! -Big man...

Take me to the lab.

Emma!

I don't have time for this, Test Tube.

-I just wanted to say-- -I told you I can't. We'll talk later.

I told you I can't right now! Didn't you hear? Don't touch me!

Fucking hell!

-You're fucking useless! -No... no...

What a dump.

You're all talk.

I thought you were a superior criminal mastermind.

But you're an amateur, Mario Borges.

And you're a piece of shit.

If these lackeys weren't here,

I'd kick your ass, you cunt.

-That so? -You know I could.

Go back to the courtyard, boys.

Have fun at the carnival.

I need to have a talk with this gentleman. I'll be right there.

Come on. Let's go.

This is for Marquitos.

You won't even last a round.

Capece.

All hell broke loose, and it's getting worse.

Send me some videos, I want to see how bad it can get.

I gotta hang up. I lost the Borges brothers.

You lost the Borges brothers? You fucking asshole!

Cristian!

What are you doing here?

Come on. It's very dangerous for you here in the courtyard!

Bruni's looking out for me.

Bruni killed your dad!

-What? -What I just said! Come with me!

-Come to my office! -No! No!

Cristian! Cristian!

Help!

Help!

Mario!

Mario, get me out of here!

Mario, get me out!

I knew you wouldn't last...

even one round.

Look what I found...

in your lousy lab.

What could this be?

Let's try it out.

An eye for an eye, motherfucker!

Stop screaming!

Emma, you left me hanging midsentence!

I just wanted to say you looked beautiful!

Let me go!

There's a native tribe that has a peculiar tradition.

Do you know what it is?

That couples that get together at carnival last forever!

Don't you think it's beautiful?

Let me go.

Tell him it's all right, that you're interviewing me,

or I'll stab you.

Are you okay, doctor?

Yes. I'm taking Juan Carlos to my office.

Get away from this dump.

Walk!

Shut up!

Interviewing that soccer player?

Do you think I'm stupid?

That I can't see you're cheating on me?

Bitch!

I told you to shut up!

Be still.

I always knew there was something very special between us.

-No! -Yes.

Something very beautiful and powerful!

Yes.

You understood me!

Until you started treating me like those cunts in my family!

You're all the same!

You were so cute!

I'll teach you.

Open that mouth of yours.

-Open it. -No!

No!

Open your mouth, or I'll gouge your throat!

There we go.

Relax. Relax.

Just how I like it!

I told you

not to give her more pills.

I told you.

It's over.

There, there. Relax. It's over.

Take it!

You'll never touch a woman again!

Sick bastard.

It's fine.

It's over.

Help!

Help!

Help!

You killed the only person I cared about.

You're the scum of San Onofre.

This is your last ride.

Are you okay?

Who? Who?

It's me!

Thanks, kid.

I didn't do it for you.

I did it for my dad.

Help me.

Help me.

Diosito... Diosito...

No, no. We gotta get the others

and take them to the courtyard with the tree.

-We can't do it alone. -Okay.

That's it.

Man, these fuckers make a whole lot of noise!

So much noise for a fucking carnival?

These fuckers would do anything to party.

-Hey, Pantera's got Diosito! -What are you doing here, Booger?

I'm telling you, man! Pantera's got Diosito!

-The Borges are walking the streets. -No!

Mario told me to find you guys! Come on, let's go!

-For fuck's sake! Come on, Cramp! -Go, go, go!

Diosito...

-Come down! Come down! -Get out!

Yes, Chango!

Diosito...

I'm coming!

Oh, shit!

There he is!

Move over!

What's up, Mario?

-You're all alone at the party? -Don't let me fall.

We'll see.

-Hold on, brother! -Let's go! Let's go!

-Get the fuck away from there! -Make me, Borges!

Be still, baldy!

-Mario! Mario! -Easy! Easy!

-Wait, Mario! -Let the boys handle it!

Get up! Get up! Come on, up!

-Easy, Mario! Up! -Fucking dig!

-Dig faster! -Shovels!

Come on, boys! Dig faster!

-Dig faster! -Get a shovel in there! A shovel!

Barny! I know where that motherfucker's going!

Bring him to me! Bring him to me!

Let's go, Morcilla!

-Here! Here! Dig here! -Give it to me.

Shovel there, Cramp!

Come on, bitch! Shovel there!

Faster!

For fuck's sake.

Help!

Help!

Help!

-What's wrong, doctor? -Test Tube did this!

And Ramos is dead!

Quickly! To the infirmary!

Get moving! Guard! Guard!

-Pry it open! -We're almost there, Diosito!

Come on!

Motherfucker!

Pry it open! Come on!

Help!

Come here, Diosito!

Leave him alone! Don't touch him!

Don't touch him!

Come back.

You can't die! Fight back!

Poor thing.

Breathe.

Come back! Come back!

Come back!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh, brother!

I love you, kid! I love you, come stain!

I love you, little brother. I love you.

I love you.

You wanted a carnival?

There's your carnival, you fucking cunt.

Go fuck yourself, hag.

Mr. Prosecutor, how are you? This is Sergio Antín.

-Excuse me. -What the fuck's going on, Capece?

-Dr. Molinari was attacked. -What?

-By whom? -There are wounded and dead inmates.

-Dead? -They found Bruni.

And they also found...

-Ramos. -No!

In the old prison. These cunts are ruthless.

It's Ludueña.

Yes, Prosecutor.

Okay.

I'll be waiting, sir.

He said he heard some rumors.

That there were riots going on.

Who the fuck gave him information?

Here! Here! Move! Move!

-Move. -Hold it, faggots! He's mine!

Freeze, motherfucker! Easy! Stay there.

Dios.

Easy.

His ass is mine.

Go, Dios! Hit him hard, partner!

Hit him hard.

Go, Dios!

Go, Dios!

Fuck him up!

You can do it!

Come on! Nice! Yeah!

Come on!

-Go! -Again!

Fuck him up! Fucking die already!

Get up! Get up, Dios!

Kill him! Kill him!

Hit him hard, partner!

-Motherfucker! -Take him down! Take him down!

Come on! You can make it!

Toad's cocksucker!

Go, Dios!

Come on!

Fuck him up! Fuck him up, Dios!

Motherfucker!

Get up, Dios!

Get up, Dios!

Dios!

Way to go, Dios!

Take that! Take that, piece of shit! Yeah!

Go, Dios! Stick it in! Stick it in! Come on!

Die, you fucking stutterer!

Stand up.

Let's go, Dios!

Motherfucker, die already!

Whack him!

Whack him, Diosito!

Go! Go!

Come on!

Motherfucker!

-Go, Dios! -Dios! Dios!

Die both of you, motherfuckers!

Well done, Diosito! Fucking fag!

Well done.

Come on.

Come on, Dios.

I love it!

Die, motherfucker! Die, faggot!

Yeah!

Yeah, Dios!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Fuck, yeah!

Yeah!

Come, Pantera. Come here.

Crawl over.

But hold your head above the shit.

Because we're above all the shit.

Carnival's over, Pantera.

Come with us.

Marginals have a heaven, too.

Not everything's suffering.

Here...

we're the heroes.

That's it, come.

Time to rest.

-Yeah, Diosito! -Go, Dios!

-The Borges, motherfuckers! -Yeah, fuckers!

-The Borges rule, fuckers! -Gonorrhea!

Yeah, motherfucker! The Borges rule!

The Borges rule, fuckers!

Hey! What are you doing here?

Who let you in? Who was it?

I gave the order.

Excuse me, sir. I was expecting you alone.

I came to order the immediate reinstatement of Antín as the warden.

I think you're making a bad decision.

But it's your call.

You made a bad decision when you suspended Antín without asking me.

The outcome was disastrous.

Riots, deaths... A guard was even killed.

Yes. Ramos' death was a hard blow.

Sorry. Excuse me.

So you regret Ramos' death?

Deeply.

Didn't I tell you this wasn't for everyone?

Sooner or later, you'll stumble.

And I'll be there to sink you for good.

How can you be so sure?

Because you're crooked.

-Fucking things up is in your nature. -Wow.

I've all the time in the world.

Since you've got time...

-Yeah? -Why don't we go and fuck each other?

Are you up for it?

I'll try.

Why don't you go fuck yourself with a beer bottle?

I don't have the time.

Make the time.

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

-Come on, man! -Get the fuck out! Out!

-Get the fuck out! -Stop, cocksucker!

-Hold it, you fuck! -Out!

-Out! -To the courtyard! Let's go!

Out!

-Get out, now! -Let's go!

-Get out! Let's go! -Out!

I'll stab you! Over there!

Out! Out! Come here!

Coming through, motherfuckers!

As always...

after a war...

there are debts to pay.

Loosen up those buttholes!

I don't know who helped Bruni and Pantera to fuck things up.

I've got my eye on certain people. Isn't that right?

On the ground! Fuckhead!

Get in there, you fucking asshole! Stay down there!

-Motherfucker! -Let me go! Let me go!

Let my brother...

Two Fingers!

Get in here, you piece of shit!

Get in here! You think I didn't see you? That I didn't see you the other day?

-On the ground! -I had nothing to do with it!

You didn't? Piece of shit!

You may wear a mask, but I can see your hand! Fuckface!

What a fucking idiot.

I'll bang you one by one.

Okay?

And you...

I'll make you drink my milkshake for breakfast every morning.

Look, Fiore. Do you like this?

Look at this one.

We can take him home.

Right?

We can put him on our night table...

Don't touch me, motherfucker!

Watch it.

Don't mess with Fiore, okay? Don't mess with Fiore!

Hey, hey, hey.

Not here.

Get up, motherfucker.

-Get up! -Get up. Let's go.

-Up! Move, you piece of shit! Move! -Walk!

Walk, shithead.

I'm going to ask... a question...

just this once.

Is there anyone else with balls big enough...

to try to fuck Mario Borges?

It's so quiet!

What are you waiting for? Want me to sing?

Okay.

We're calling a truce between us and the courtyard.

There are a few rules we have to obey.

If you don't like it...

you know what's coming, right?

Morcilla, the courtyard's yours.

Yes, sir!

Did you hear?

Who owns the courtyard?

Did you fucking hear?

From now on,

only the Borges' cellblock is allowed to sell dope in the courtyard.

Are we clear?

Are we good?

César, what the fuck, man?

Those shitheads took our buddy Fiorito, man.

You're chilling?

If they messed with one of us, didn't they mess with all of us?

No.

We're not doing anything.

We have to keep the courtyard united.

And wait for the right time.

If there is one.

Did you hear Rodríguez got transferred?

Yes.

To a maximum security prison, where he should've been sent all along.

I also heard you're leaving.

They canned me.

These people are crooks.

They hate us.

They're terrified of us.

Because we don't have a cock.

They can't measure themselves against us.

And you? Did you take care of your issues?

Yes.

You're the most valuable person here.

The rest all fucking suck.

Bye, Emma.

Take care of yourself.

Thank you.

So long.

We meet again, professor.

Gladys...

It was a misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding? How about that?

You misunderstood and took the money meant to free my husband

and my brother-in-law.

And someone ratted us out, and we had to stand a fucking raid,

and they cleared us out.

Where was he?

-We found him in a motel. -Nice. Were you getting buttfucked?

-That's not my thing. -Hey, tell me the truth.

-Gladys, no. -You know what this is for?

-For stealing from the Borges! -No, Gladys!

Gladys, let me make a phone call!

Just a phone call? Was it that easy to fix? You're a bastard.

-And this is for the raid. Is that clear? -No!

And because you took everything. There.

You cunt!

You fat cunt!

And this is for Osvaldo.

He's in jail because of you.

Take him to the cemetery, to Faustino.

Tell him to cremate him.

Want some maté? The water's probably still hot.

I've got new pants on. I don't want to stain them.

Marito couldn't believe you killed that old wino, right?

Right, Marito? Mario.

Hey, Mario.

Leave him alone. He's been like that since they fucked our escape.

-They pulled a fast one on us, you know? -Yeah, yeah.

Who'd have thought Booger, who nobody gave a shit about,

would end up saving our boss? Am I right or what?

Yeah!

Hey, man! What about me?

I fucking killed Pantera.

No one's cheering for me?

You beast!

-Get out, ass-licker. -Pardo!

Dr. Molinari wants to see you before you leave.

-I'll be right there. -Now!

You have a talk with her and then you leave.

Hey. Relax, pig. What's the rush?

-Well, Booger. You're leaving? -That's what it looks like.

-We'll miss you, dude. -Don't be a fag.

I'm getting sentimental.

Hey, Booger. You know the drill.

When you get to the other prison,

defend yourself, don't be an idiot. We already discussed this.

If there's a problem, let me know,

and the Borges will reach out from San Onofre and intimidate them all.

I'll take your word for it.

-Take some cocaine, man. It's better. -Not right now.

Mario.

Later, kid.

No hard feelings.

Yeah, sure.

-Dude! -Barny!

-Colombia! -Partner.

-Cramp. -Dude.

-See you on the other side. -Okay, okay.

See you around, Booger.

-Fuck or be fucked! -Yes, sir!

-Let's go! -Look at him. All grown up.

Bye, man.

-I love you, you know that? -Me, too.

Say hi.

Come on!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

You'll go to an open prison.

You'll be more relaxed there.

You'll have more amenities, you know?

You can even do career study if you want.

-No. Me? A career? -Yes.

Didn't you tell me you liked music?

Yeah.

Didn't you tell me you wanted to do something to make your dad feel proud?

Yeah.

Okay.

You'll be able to study there.

Wherever he is, I'm sure he'd be proud of you.

Thanks.

-Can I give you a hug? -Yes.

Go on.

Your hands.

-I hope I'll see you again. -We'll see each other again.

Bye.

Mario, you're so quiet. What's up?

I'm thinking of a way to recover the cash that fucking Lunati stole from us.

I've a solution for your problems.

I have fresh information.

Now that the kid's gone, I can tell you.

What do you mean?

What's up, Amaya?

-You cool? -I'm fine.

Say...

can you tell me who came to visit Booger? Pardo?

"Catalina Crocci." What a tasty name.

It seems a hottie came to visit Booger.

The guard told me that the chick, whenever she came,

she changed her name.

Spill it.

Judge Lunati's daughter.

I told you I'd change your mood.

I don't want you to see that boy again. I told you.

Thank goodness you were gonna help him, right?

You think I didn't?

I got him transferred to a top-notch prison.

It's like being in a club. It cost me a pretty penny.

Fantastic. Thanks for taking him to a five-star hotel.

Don't push me.

I want you to go to school.

When you come out, I want you to go to your therapist with your bodyguard

and get your head checked.

Are we clear?

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

Don't disrespect me.

Okay? Do as I say.

Dr. Lunati. How are you doing, Your Honor? How can I help?

Antín, can you tell me

why the fuck the Borges didn't leave through the side street as I asked?

It was impossible, sir. Morales had the prison under surveillance.

It was impossible for my men to comply. A thousand apologies.

My most trustworthy lawyer went missing since that operation failed.

It seems I'll never see him again. Do you understand?

What do I have to do with it, sir?

If you've a personal issue with the Borges brothers,

take it directly to them.

Are you turning down help from a federal judge?

I can reinstate you as warden.

I'd advise you to keep me as a friend.

Excuse me, sir.

I reclaimed my role as San Onofre's warden

without the help of a federal judge.

I appreciate your interest. But the less I know, the better.

Have a good day.

Eat a fucking dick.

I polished them.

Fuck, Dios. Cunt.

-How's it going? -Everything's good.

Fine, Marito. Top-notch. Check it out.

Hey, this looks really good. Really good.

Yeah, really good.

Mario. Your eye, man! You look like a fucking husky!

-Asshole. -Fucking terrifying!

-Is everything okay? -Yup.

The guns? The pieces? It's all there?

-All the pieces are there. -Great!

This is Fatso Sosa.

He got transferred a few days ago.

He's reliable. That's why I got him to work with us.

-Fatso. -What's up, Fatso?

Come here, Diosito. Come here.

Get in here, Barny. Come here.

Let's review the plan one last time.

The girl leaves her shrink at 5:00 p.m.

She'll be picked up by her driver and her bodyguard.

There's four of you. There's two of them.

That's half.

Yeah. Yeah.

Then you quash them. Simple, right?

-An easy job. -Yeah, very easy.

Okay, Diosito. Good luck. Bye.

Let's do it. Let's do it, guys.

-Come here, you fucking bitch! -Come on!

What is this place?

A five-star suite. Can't you see?

I truly hope you don't touch my daughter.

What's wrong, Lunati? Are you nervous?

Palacios, if you want to stay alive, you get into San Onofre prison,

find Borges...

-Welcome to the gang. -Thanks.

...and find out where they're holding my daughter.

-You're dead meat! -Motherfucker!

It's likely you'll have to go through some violent situations.

Please don't fight me. Please, I'm scared.

Please don't hit me. We don't want violence.

We're not here to kill people.

Who will you fuck?

How can you kidnap the daughter of a judge and lock her in my prison?

In my prison!

They want to pressure Lunati into returning some loot he stole from Borges.

It's over three million bucks.

Borges, you're a genius!

I help you, and you help me to put an end to the Borges era.

The kid's being moved.

Lunita...

Suit yourself!

I'm pregnant.

-What the fuck? Motherfucker! -Dude!

I need to get out.

Gotta kill someone?

You're dead.

Bye, Lunati.

-A war's about to start, Pastor. -So?

I want to know what side you're on.

It offends me that they're selling dope in the courtyard.

Because that's one of my businesses.

But stealing my clients in my own cellblock,

who the fuck do they think they are? What the fuck?

This is my prison, you fucking cunt!

Whoever violates my law will get his ass fucked.

Wait, man, don't do it! Don't do it!

You've 24 hours to leave the courtyard. Take that!

How about this?

I want you to find out who the fuck killed my brother.

I want you to find out and make him pay like the dog he is!

Piece of shit! You messed with my family, you cocksucker!

You know how we used to take out the trash when I was a kid?

We set it on fire.

He says this Pastor guy is a cop.

What?

-Hold it! -Shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch!

Do I have to fuck you so you'll listen to me?

Feel that?

We gotta make a huge barbecue out there in the courtyard.

We'll make a hell of a barbecue, you know?

Come on, Argentina, for fuck's sake!

I liked you.

Cook him. I don't want him to suffer.

The slum's on fire, boys!

The slum's on fire!

Close the door!

Help him! Help him!

Save him!

Save him! Save him!

I'm off the hook, right?

God will have to wait.

THREE MONTHS LATER

The defendants...

are found guilty of the following crimes:

Theft aggravated by the use of firearms.

Extortive kidnapping.

Resistance to authority and assault.

Multiple homicides.

Possession of military weapons.

Drug trafficking.

And illegal association.

The court sentences the defendants

to life imprisonment.

The defendants shall be transferred

to the Maximum Security Federal Correctional Facility No. 11,

known as the Old Bridge Prison.

Take them away.

We were kings in San Onofre.

Fucking kings!

And now we're going to that fucking jail.

We'll never get out. Maybe when fucking hell freezes over.

Take it easy, Mario.

Fucking Antín's probably on a beach somewhere with our money.

That lucky bastard. Always landing on his feet.

God, throw me a bone. Just one. I want to kill myself.

Hey, Marito. Settle down, man.

Stop tormenting yourself over fucking Antín.

We'll get that fucker.

We'll get him.

We're the Borges brothers, dude. Right?

Or did you forget what we went through?

How many times have we cheated death?

God's got a boner for us!

Right?

He's probably impatient to see our faces once and for all! Right, Marito?

No! You think he'll like us, or what?

You'll have to wait, asshole!

Keep things running up there! We'll do it down here!

I'm such a bastard.

Remember when we were kids?

Well, I was a kid.

You were always old.

And fat.

Remember when you beat up anyone who called me names?

And if anyone called you "fat-ass," I went running and got him for you?

Remember that?

We were like that, Mario.

You know? Always together.

Like Shrek and Donkey.

Together no matter what.

Like the ant and the anteater!

No, wait. Not that. They were enemies, right?

Marito, what I mean is that we're inseparable, man.

That's never going to change.

We're loyal, man!

And these faggots are too! We're the Borges gang!

We're the Borges gang, and we're ready for war!

Am I right or what, Colombia?

You're right.

-We are. -We are.

-We are. -Yeah.

We're the Borges gang, for fuck's sake.

Yeah! Yeah, Marito!

We deserve a miracles once in a while!

And one will happen.

Marito.

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Didn't that gonorrhea break out of jail?

It doesn't look like it.

But he's well-positioned here.

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