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Come on, motherfucker. You wanna fight?

Step to me, bitch!

Hey.

You're short 2,000.

No, that was the deal.

So what now, man?

I like this guy.

Here.

Three? I wanted four.

Yours still needs some work.

The photo you sent won't work. Your honker's too big.

Wait out there.

Come to Papa.

Fantastic.

Here.

All good?

You didn't fix my nose.

The car ain't brand new, but

at least it wasn't a cab or a cruiser.

Come on.

Bye, handsome.

All right, get in.

Get lost.

You're here.

Yeah.

It's all good.

I love you.

Get the passports ready.

Okay.

Turn off the engine.

Good morning.

License and registration, please.

Yes.

Are these kids yours?

Yes.

My husband doesn't speak Spanish.

We're coming back from vacation.

-Aren't they taking a while? -No, it's normal.

-What are you doing? -Nothing. It's fine, relax.

Wait a sec.

Enjoy your stay?

We really did.

Have a nice trip.

What's wrong?

Lucas, wake up. Come on.

Stop, Miguel.

Stop!

Take him. Come on.

This way.

Sweetheart.

Come here, big guy.

Go. Get in the truck.

-Get in! -No! I don't want to!

Think for a second. If they catch us together, you're an accomplice.

They'll take the kids. Do you want that?

No! Please, don't go!

Fuck off! Gimme your bike!

Hands in the air!

-Don't move! -All right!

Hands up!

TRANSFER UNIT

Keep it movin'!

Let's go. Face the fence. Come on.

Keep it movin'. Against the fence. Go.

Backs to me.

Move. Backs to me.

Turn around.

Whose First Communion is it?

My dear friends,

I am Father Ramón.

And I'd like to welcome you to Puente Viejo.

I know it may sound odd to welcome you to a place like this,

which is the end of the road for many of you.

Yet I have some good news for you.

God did not abandon you.

-God never abandons us. -Do you believe in God?

In God, yes. In these middlemen, no.

It's like buying weed when you can grow your own.

All right. Thank you, Father.

Once you're inside, you'll really get to know Father Ramón.

He's in charge of your souls,

and I'm in charge of what's left of you.

His job is to find the good

in you.

But we both know

there isn't any.

First time?

Sorry for being nosy. I need to talk. If I don't, I think too much.

Who the fuck said you could talk?

Fresh meat.

This guy's getting ass fucked by tomorrow morning.

I'm tellin' you.

Open up.

Get a move on!

Miguel Palacios.

Quite the celebrity.

One of ours,

until he decided to kill a police commissioner.

Not one of yours.

You open and close doors. You're a CO. I was a pig.

The ones that flew the coop

get a special welcome.

Fuck you!

-Beat his ass! -Fuck you!

Harder, man! Kick him harder!

Yeah! That's right!

You thought San Onofre was bad?

Hit him, big guy!

-Fuck you! -Hit him.

-Take his shirt off. -Stop.

Stop, man.

You piece of shit!

Get up, motherfucker.

Come on, get up.

I said, get up!

Stop.

Stop…

I'm just a CO, right?

Stop.

You're scum.

Stop.

No!

Stop!

Hey, sweetie!

Bravo!

Look at her little behind.

Bravo!

Yeah, Mommy!

Go on, dumbass. Play.

Suck it.

How about a spanking?

Damn, bro. He's looking rough.

Nice ass, Daddy.

Go let 'em know.

Let's have a look. Damn!

You don't wanna be naked here, man.

Go on.

It's a gift.

What will I owe you?

Look who it is, man!

What a surprise!

It's on the house.

What's up, César?

Carlos.

I'm Joker. This thug is Mouth.

He's Stallone.

-And this dickface is Dengue. -Dickface?

What about you?

What do we call you?

Pastor, was it?

No! That's right. Turns out your name is Palacios, isn't it?

And you're a pig.

A pig that beats up other pigs.

Isn't that strange? It's like a movie.

I didn't lie to you, man.

When I met you, I wasn't a pig anymore.

Wow, he wasn't a pig anymore.

You're like us.

We give you clothes and seem nice.

But we aren't nice.

Go on, get lost!

Is this him?

-Yup. -That's him.

Look at that piece of shit over there.

Man, I'd love to crucify him.

We gotta see a higher power first.

Come on, altar boy.

Come on. Coco wants to see you.

Move it!

Coco!

Here's your altar boy.

We ran into Aquino but couldn't enact divine retribution

'cause we also ran into this piece of shit and brought him to you.

Okay.

From Fuzz to Fugitive.

Isn't that the name of your movie, Palacios?

Isn't it?

Inside, my name is Pastor.

That past man is history.

A poet!

I think that past man is present and he's a cop.

And we really don't like cops here.

You, on the other hand,

don't know who we are, who my family is.

You know what we did? We jacked armored cars.

And we made a fortune. We were living the high life.

We had a deal with a commissioner.

Until he went nuts one day,

got ambitious.

And he took everything from us. Know what he did to the family?

He buried us here!

You see?

It turns out that commissioner

is the commissioner you killed.

Remember?

Yeah.

And that's why

you got locked up.

Look how the Lord reveals himself!

He made you into the instrument of my vengeance.

Miguel, Pastor, Palacios, whatever the fuck your name is,

I'm grateful.

Get up.

I give you my blessing.

In the name of the Father,

the Son…

and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Here, nobody

will fuck with you 'cause you were a cop.

You have my blessing.

Go.

Alelí, give me the bag I gave you earlier.

Alelí.

Sweetheart.

Here.

They took this from you. A gesture of goodwill.

Brian.

Pastor.

Nice to meet you, Pastor.

Shuffle or deal?

Girl, you call that grating?

Look. Gimme that.

-I'll bet. -Like this.

Harder. Like it's a stiff cock.

You're nasty.

You not getting enough love at home?

-What's the problem? -Well, did you hear her?

Go on. The word is "genitals."

Hey, jerk-off.

-Shall we cut it off? -Cut off your own.

They told us.

Okay.

Pussy-whipped.

What's up, Dad?

Let us give thanks.

Lord, we thank you for this food we're about to receive.

And for watching over us every night.

If death

should take us in slumber, let our stomachs be full

and our hearts at peace.

Amen.

Stop. Really?

Do you have to do that at the table?

I gotta stay on top of all these bets.

Never mind.

How do people gamble but can't afford it?

My dad taught me

that gambling is the god of the weak.

And that it's up to us,

the strong, to take…

what those people have.

Why?

Why?

Faith!

Man is limitless!

Man can do whatever he wants. He's immortal!

Man can rule the world through faith.

Won't we need more than just faith?

I mean, I'm a man of faith.

To be a man of faith, you gotta be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.

Fine, faith moves mountains.

I'm fine with that. Really.

But what if the mountain won't budge?

I'll go over it. Got it? I'll go through it.

Pal.

Are you done?

Listen up, kids.

Coming here was like

being thrown into a black well full of shit.

We chose not to cry

because we have faith in each other.

What did we choose? Work.

We sacked up.

We believed in ourselves.

And now?

Nobody fucks with us!

Sure, look at all of this…

We gotta strong-arm more.

I would've strong-armed Aquino to make an example out of him.

Same goes for that fucking pig today.

I would've fucked him up. I don't agree with you.

Violence and faith.

Listen here.

Why are you contradicting me today?

I won't kill you because you're the father of my grandchild.

-I'm sorry. -What?

I'm sorry!

Look.

Look at me.

It's me.

It's me.

-Take it, dummy. -Let's play Kemps!

-I don't wanna. -Come on.

Kemps!

I'll end you, pussy!

Shut up or I'll end you right now.

Shut your mouth, you little bitch.

Come on!

I'll fuck you up.

Shut your mouth!

Stop squirming, asshole.

Stay there! You don't wanna?

-Shut your mouth! -Help!

Shut your mouth. No one's gonna help you.

Spread those leggies.

-Stand still! -No!

-Yeah. That's right, baby. -No!

What's with them?

You pussy!

Can it, you pricks!

Can it! Take him away.

Open up.

Man, I wish we'd met under different circumstances.

You're quite the celebrity.

The whole police force after you.

Your face in the papers.

On TV.

Now I get why.

You're tough!

When I was made director,

everyone said that atrium was dangerous.

It would tempt inmates

to practice their jackknife.

But I assured them that, as long as

I was in charge of Puente Viejo,

that would never happen.

They were going to rape a guy.

Can that happen?

That's not my problem.

You killed one of my inmates.

And that will cost you.

My arthritis is killing me.

It's bad for me…

to come down here.

It's damp.

One more reason to punish you.

I'm gonna take you down a peg.

If you think you've got nothing to lose because of your life sentence,

you should know there are worse nightmares

than being locked up for life.

This isn't San Onofre, Palacios.

The rules are clear in Puente Viejo.

And they must be followed.

He'll be here a month.

-Take it off. -Stop, man.

He's not here?

They took him to court.

-No, they said that yesterday. -I told you what I know.

-Ma'am, people are waiting. -I'm not leaving.

Call your supervisor.

No can do!

I was in corrections longer than you, so watch your tone.

-Get me Director Galván. -File a request.

When it's approved, you get a date.

Next, please.

Motherfucker!

-Hi. -Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Something to drink?

Can't. I have to head right back.

How's it going?

My daughter started first grade.

Your daughter? You got married?

Surprised?

No.

What's up? What do you need?

They haven't let me see my partner since he got here.

Your partner?

-Yes. -You hooked up with an inmate. Who?

Miguel Palacios.

The ex-cop.

Yes. No one will talk to me.

I don't know anyone here. I don't know what to do.

Tell me the truth.

Is he in the hole?

He fought with an inmate.

The other guy ended up dead.

You didn't hear about it

because, here, things don't get out.

But the punishments are the same.

In theory, there is no hole.

But they still use it.

I need your help.

-I can't. They run a tight ship. -Look.

Just this.

Give him this letter.

It has some cash.

Give it to him or use it.

Whatever you need.

Please, I'm begging you. I'm desperate.

Please.

No…

They got you good!

Don't.

Calm down.

-Calm down. -No.

This is from your wife.

But you're not in any shape to be reading.

I'm gonna help you.

I need some water.

This will help.

I'm dying of thirst, man.

No…

No. Come on, man.

No.

No!

Sweetheart,

Without news from you, the days have been longer and harder.

Despite your imprisonment,

I hope this piece of paper can make us feel a little bit closer.

I know you're going through hell.

But I'm asking you to hold on.

I'm still willing to give up my name, my life, everything for you.

I'll always wait for you.

No matter what.

No matter how long it takes.

I love you.

Emma.

HE SEEKETH LIBERTY, WHICH IS SO DEAR, AS KNOWETH HE WHO LIFE FOR HER REFUSES

"He seeketh Liberty, which is so dear,

as knoweth he who life for her refuses."

Who's the asshole that invented the necktie?

It's impractical. It doesn't do shit.

Doesn't fucking keep you warm.

And it suffocates you.

Like the reality of this country.

While you work and try to fulfill your dreams,

there's a group of fucking jackasses in government that can't win re-election.

Calm down, Antín. You had your moment in the sun.

But, baldy, I'm not done tanning!

I don't want to sit in the shade and watch everyone else soak it in.

Didn't you like this life?

A fancy suit, cash in your pocket, a stocked fridge, a nice car…

You have great sex, baldy!

Well, I do what I can.

This country's a joke.

But we're no longer in on it. Goddamn it.

He knows my days at the ministry are numbered

and wants to fuck me over.

-He's that much of a prick? -Galván?

He's a huge prick. That fucking piece of shit.

He's old-school corrections.

He's prehistoric.

Why are we visiting him?

We gotta set this Methuselah straight.

Why is Puente Viejo

the only prison that won't tithe to the ministry?

We'll fuck him hard.

No lube.

A month in the hole, Palacios.

Congratulations.

Now,

I'm gonna make you presentable

for your return to gen pop.

Don't be afraid. Calm down.

Calm down.

Come on, move it.

OPPOSITION GAINING GROUND WITH 47.1% IN PRIMARIES

Benito Galván!

The greatest prison director

in the history of mankind.

"Galván, Galván, you take it in the can!"

Remember when they'd mess with you?

How's it going, Benito?

Fine, as you can see.

Life is good, Minister.

Not "minister."

Forget about our posts.

Call me "Sergio" or "Antín."

Posts we have today,

but, tomorrow, who's to say.

That reminds me of that Luis Alberto Spinetta song.

You know which one?

Do you like Spinetta? You don't know him? Come on!

What brings you here, Sergio?

Let's cut to the chase.

It's an accounting issue.

Economics, cash.

Since I've been in charge of the Ministry of National Security,

I've noticed Puente Viejo is never listed

as having contributed.

-Antín, with all due respect… -Yes.

…I've never skimmed off the top.

What do you mean, "never skimmed off the top"?

That's impossible.

-Believe it or not. -I don't.

Nope, I don't believe it.

You mean you kept all the earnings?

Sorry, I misspoke.

Why?

We don't skim off the top in Puente Viejo

because there are no blind spots.

-No blind spots? -No.

The inmates at Puente Viejo carry out mandatory labor.

There is order.

We don't promote vices.

In other words,

there's nowhere to skim from.

Seriously?

My wife receives her pension.

I have my government salary.

We have a little apartment in Miramar. When we're not there with family,

we rent it out during the high season.

What more could we want?

At my age, I won't sacrifice my beliefs

for immoral dealings.

Hey, no judgment.

Going to hell is a choice.

But in my prison,

we do things my way.

Take your time.

You'll feel better once you no longer stink of death.

Well, it doesn't look infected.

But there's a little inflammation.

I'd rather shoot myself than get an infection.

You do know that colostomies are temporary, right?

They can close it up again.

-Really? -Yeah.

Send a letter to the director's office. They'll put you on a list.

It takes time, but they'll do it.

You don't say.

We're done.

-We're done? -Yup.

I'll remember that.

Thanks.

All good, sweetie?

Yeah. All good.

No bakery this morning?

I had breakfast at home.

Alone?

Yes.

Are you done? I'll take this one.

Yes, I'm done.

"This one" has a name, y'know.

You don't get it, do you?

Wanna go to your cellblock?

Or to the fucking hole?

I live in a fucking hole every day. Fine by me.

At least this chick talks to me.

Shut your mouth, you piece of shit.

I'll take care of you some other time.

Look who it is.

Thanks so much for what you did, man.

I don't know how to thank you.

Brian, stop being a crybaby.

And you, Pastor,

it was nice of you to help him.

Why don't you all go fuck yourselves?

What's your problem? That was a compliment, asshole.

"Mess with one, mess with all of us." Right?

They took him, and you guys pretended to sleep.

Good thing you stood up for him. I defend myself too.

But standing up's hard.

They're good guys, I swear.

When they took you,

these guys took good care of me.

Real good, seriously.

Shut your hole and thank him.

Because he's right.

This happens when dipshits can't take care of themselves.

Listen to me.

Here, if they mess with one, they mess with all of us. Got it?

And in case anybody forgot,

we were playing cards in the cafeteria when they came for Brian. Got it?

I tried to see you a thousand times, I swear.

How are the kids? Are you managing with the baby?

Look at me.

I know what happened to you here.

There's nothing to hide.

I love you.

I didn't want to drag you into all this.

I thought it would work,

that we could

start something together.

How's Luqui? What's he up to? Does he ask about me?

All the time.

-He wanted to come, but I said no. -I don't want you to bring him.

Well, think about it.

I grew up without my dad. It's tough.

I don't want you to come here, Emma.

I don't want to ruin your life anymore.

That's not up to you.

You're my family, Miguel.

I'll never leave you.

30 DAYS LATER…

Last time I saw you, I sent you over to the other side.

Your name may mean "God," but even Heaven rejects you.

Welcome to Puente Viejo.

Welcome to hell.

Borges brothers!

The director wants to see you.

Come on, you clowns! Move it!

Line up there.

That piece of shit!

What's your problem?

No way! What's that fucker doing here?

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Shut your mouth, dumbass.

Pastor didn't only screw your life up. He ruined all of ours.

Really? Why'd you just stand there, then?

We just got here.

We're in the spotlight.

Oh, fuck off.

Shut up. We're not alone.

Please, Borges!

Don't be shy.

Get out.

Pleasure to meet you, Galván.

I've heard a lot about you…

great things.

Cut the nice-guy routine, Mario.

I got your number.

Jesus Christ!

Has this kid ever been to the orthodontist?

What can I say? He's afraid of dentists.

If you don't catch them early, they become twisted.

I'm warning you,

this is not San Onofre.

No, definitely not.

That was left in shambles.

And we all know whose fault that was.

But that won't happen here.

I am not feeble like Antín.

I don't let inmates run my prison.

However, a little birdie told me

some guy named Coco calls the shots here, boss.

Don't talk back to me. You're a bit old for that.

Coco is an inmate

who's been here a while.

He understands the need for order in prison life.

There are two predominant laws here.

Mine

and God's.

You're here to finish out your sentences.

And, God willing,

rid yourselves of your sins.

It is my duty

to make sure you do that correctly.

For the sake of the prison system

and for Christ.

Believe me, Galván.

I want to spend the rest of my time in peace.

Believe you me, I find that hard to believe.

I will be watching you, personally,

to set you back on the right path as soon as you stray.

Hey, Marito.

This place is a dump.

It's as good a place as any to start out.

Don't do anything stupid, or they'll fuck us all.

Oh, it'll be my fault?

Fuck off, Mario.

This really is a dump.

It smells like shit.

-And feet! -Goddamn it.

Let's set up here. It's empty.

-Here? -Yeah, sure.

It's taken, daddy-o.

-Really, son? -Yup.

It looks free to me.

How about we talk like civilized people?

We'll buy the mattresses once we get some dough…

Look somewhere else. Fuck off.

There's space over there.

Come on, Marito. We'll sort it out later.

-Okay. -See you, man.

Son of a bitch…

That was our welcome.

I told you, Mario.

Didn't I tell you?

-What? -This place is a dump.

We gotta deal with it until our luck changes.

What if it doesn't?

I'm telling you, Colombia. Mario's something else.

He's something else.

One time, he swallowed an ant and shat it out alive 30 minutes later.

-Get the fuck out of here! -I swear to God!

It was alive! I saw it!

It was alive when he ate it.

It's not like it rose from the dead inside that fat fuck. Anyway,

half an hour!

It was in Mario's feces.

It was swimming in shit!

Unbelievable!

By the way…

why don't you bust out the snow you got hidden in there? I saw it.

You son of a bitch!

Your schnoz can sniff out blow faster than a drug dog.

Who can help this toucan? You can.

-Come on. -Mary is protecting it.

Bring Mary over here. Give me a bump.

The three of us, over here. How'd you get some so fast?

Connections, bro!

Fellow countrymen.

Colombians?

Yeah, dude.

From the Virgin to Diosito.

Everybody out.

It was cut with laxatives. I'm already shitting myself.

-Move it. -Out!

Go on.

It's all set.

Coco takes a shower alone. Then he has dessert in the cafeteria.

That's the only time his kids aren't protecting him.

I spoke to the pig. He'll clear the place out.

The three of us will grab him and tenderize him. Got it?

Okay, let's go.

Like we're playing house.

Where are those idiots?

You must know where, don't you?

Pastón!

-What's up? -What's up, Borges?

How's it going?

-Fine, you? -Fine.

You been here long?

Yeah, it's been a while now.

All good?

I mean, between us.

Yeah, all good.

I'll catch you later.

Okay.

You're back. You took your time!

-We cleaned the bachelor pad. -Marito. Barny.

We were in the laundry room, doing our laundry.

With plenty of powdered detergent.

-No? -Yeah.

Yes… fabric softener, the works.

Go on.

Go on, tell them.

What?

Have a seat, Marito.

-What is it? -Listen, Mario.

Should I tell 'em?

We were doing laundry,

and then these guys came in.

They were talking all quiet, but we…

we hid in the back and heard the whole thing.

They started

planning a…

like a…

-Ambush. -Yeah.

They're gonna get Coco, Marito.

They're gonna surprise him in the shower--

No, you heard wrong!

In the cafeteria, dummy.

The cafeteria?

Yeah, 'cause apparently

they leave him alone in the cafeteria at night.

Well, well.

That bald bastard, Galván's mercenary.

Good work, kid.

Great job.

I mean, both of you!

-We were both there. -Don't get jealous.

-Team effort. -Yeah.

Pardon me. May I continue sweeping?

Or are you both gonna sit there and suck my cock?

No, that's awful! Disgusting.

Keep cleaning.

They're too shocked to laugh!

You had it coming, asshole!

That's right! Bleed, bitch!

Don't move.

Come here.

You're such a tough guy!

Are you okay?

Who the fuck are you guys?

Mario Borges.

Give me that.

Give it here.

Give it to me.

Step aside. You too.

Now what? How's that feel, motherfucker?

Follow me.

Come on!

How'd you know?

It all started with me and Colombia over there.

Say hi.

I was telling him about the time Mario shat out a live ant. Remember?

Christmas at Gladys'.

-Enough. -In the bathroom…

Enough!

My brother and the Colombian were in the laundry room.

Some assholes came in,

and these two heard their plan to kill you.

They came and told me.

We planned our defense

and went to find you.

Defense? Get the fuck out of here.

The whole thing was a setup, right?

A setup? He says we saw them.

We heard them.

My apologies, Coco.

May I call you "Coco"?

My boys and I stuck our necks out to rescue you.

If it weren't for us, you'd be in the morgue.

Understand?

Something doesn't make sense.

If you knew, why didn't you warn me?

-You know who I am. -Exactly.

That's exactly why we rolled up our sleeves

and saved you. We wanted to make it clear that we're on your side.

If we had time,

we would've told you. For what? "Thanks" and "see you around"?

Come on, Coco!

What's the deal?

You're opportunists.

That's your take on it.

But what's the big deal?

Who doesn't like praise for doing the right thing?

That's right.

Now we gotta figure out what to do with those stiffs.

-My guys are on it. -Okay.

We're good.

As a thank you,

what do you want?

Ideally, a place to hang our hats

and keep our stuff.

Take care of it.

Move aside!

Move, Beardy. Get out of the way.

All right! Beat it!

Get lost. This belongs to the Borges.

-Why? -'Cause I said so, bitch!

Fuck off!

Go on, move it!

Fuck you!

We gotta keep them on a short leash, or they'll cause trouble.

I agree.

-They're feisty. -Yup.

Drop your bags. This is all yours. Holler if…

Thanks, man.

You guys can stay. There's plenty of room.

We did good.

-Yeah. -We did good!

Now we gotta hold our ground, defend what's ours.

-So look alive. -Yeah.

And, as always,

who's the one that saved our asses?

Sure, "as always." What about me?

I helped too!

-I don't remember that. -These clowns, all high and mighty.

-So what? -Grow up already!

We're a team.

This is pitiful.

-Where's the beer? -Borges!

-Yes. -You've got a visitor.

-What? -You've got a visitor.

Visitation's over for the day.

Who's here this late?

That's confidential. Shut up and come on.

Don't go, Marito.

This smells fishy.

Worse than our new digs.

No, it's probably the lawyer that Gladys sent.

-You sure? -Yes.

I'll come too, Mario.

No, get set up.

Get some grub. I'll see you later.

-Don't fuck around. -No!

Why me? What did I do?

-Keep us posted, Mario. -Yeah…

-You son of a… -Shut up.

Or I'll shut you up, asshole.

Calm down, you mule.

You're the host. I came to visit you at your new home.

You owe me. You fucked me over big-time, asshole.

You're pissed. You think I ripped you off.

I'm livid 'cause I know you ripped me off.

You're living the high life, Antín.

Now that you're minister of whatever-the-fuck.

I am the minister of national security.

I have a direct line to the president, 24/7.

Listen, you son of a bitch.

You told me the ransom for Lunati's daughter

was three million bucks.

I was promised 300 grand.

Wasn't I?

When I opened the briefcase and counted,

there were 186,000 dollars.

Where the hell are the other 114,000?

Don't bust my balls, Antín.

Are you really squeezing an inmate, with all your side hustles?

-Go fuck yourself. -Listen to me, asshole.

The country's in crisis. We lost the elections.

Know what happened to the dollar?

-What? -It went down the fucking drain!

And you're not some two-bit inmate.

You're a colossal prick that has way too much on me.

So come up with the cash,

or I'll end your bitch of a wife and bucktoothed brother,

and I'll cut off your nuts with broken glass. Got it?

Do not fuck with me.

Come on, Capece.

No, I don't want soup, Mommy!

Thanks for the orange.

The tangerine.

The native tangerine.

What brings you guys here?

Listen up, everybody!

Don't be rude. Stop eating. I'm talking.

Take a good look at these guys over here. You see 'em?

Do you see them?

Coco gave these people his blessing.

So this is your only warning. Next time, you'll pay for it.

Understood?

-Do you understand? -Yes.

Holler if you need anything.

Thanks, man. See you around.

Hear that, Pastor?

Did you hear that?

We're in with the heavy hitters.

I'm talking to you. Don't be rude.

What are you, deaf?

Oh, that's right! He's not Pastor.

No, he's not. He's Miguel.

This guy's got two names. Now you know.

Come on, new guy.

Friends with the girls?

They won't save your ass.

Give me a tray, my friend.

No sauce. It gives me indigestion.

Man, I want to bust his head in.

He's so close.

Leave it, bro. Mario told us to stay chill.

No, it's fine.

Did you tell everybody the truth? Did you?

Playing dumb? Don't you guys know?

Listen up, you starving jackasses!

Did you know he's Five-0?

A cop?

A pig?

The fuzz, Johnny Law?

His face screams "police officer."

They already know.

So what? You piece of shit.

Wow, he's settled in.

-He's got his goon squad. -Eat.

-How's that possible, Barny? -Sit.

-Sit down. Eat. -I'm sittin'.

-Eat. -I can't believe it.

Wait. Let me say somethin'. Hold on.

One more thing.

Just one more thing, and then I'm done.

Be careful with this guy!

He fucked our lives up in San Onofre.

Everybody's in San Onofre.

-He's a traitor. Isn't that right? -Yeah!

Obviously. Everyone hates him.

Everybody.

Even that bitch Molinari must hate him.

Come on, you son--

Eat shit, you son of a bitch!

-Stop squirming! -Just you wait.

This was your fault, Miguel.

When this is over, I'll be waiting.

Shut up, you fucking idiot.

Fuck you.

Juan Pablo Borges.

I warned you, personally.

This prick started it.

And you,

Palacios.

I thought you'd learned from your time in the hole.

What's going on?

You made me do this.

But

you have to understand somehow.

To rid you of your sins, I could use methods that are more

sophisticated.

But that'd be a waste of time and money.

Luckily, I have highly qualified staff.

Specialized

in handling these cases.

Because with people like you,

the only thing that works is the most primitive brutality.

The alpha male

that dominates his minions

through the use of his most basic instrument.

Now, here's the dilemma.

Which one of you

do we make an example out of,

so the other one

understands?

I could flip a coin, but

that's a waste of time.

So,

heads or tails?

Heads or tails?

With that pretty face, you'll always go first.

What are you gonna do to me, asshole?

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

Come on, let me go.

Let me out.

Let me go. Fuck off, asshole.

It's true.

The younger you are…

Let me go!

…the better the lessons stick

in your mind and body.

Let me go.

Let me go!