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A NETFLIX SERIES

DECEMBER 1989

During another tumultuous day in our country, there was

looting in Rosario, Córdoba, and Greater Buenos Aires.

According to presidential sources,

a state of emergency could be declared later today.

So we'll just wait, Mario. That's all.

We'll hit the spot before the armored car arrives.

They're flush, more from lottery tickets than Christmas sweets.

Given the shitty situation, everybody wants to hit it big.

The crowds outside of stores demand

food and better social programs,

while authorities respond with tear gas…

This is why we should wait. All this tension gives me a bad feeling.

What bad feeling, babe?

Are you okay, in pain?

I'm not in pain. But I can't sleep and the baby's anxious.

The baby's anxious 'cause they threw water on him.

When the priest grabbed his head, the poor kid started crying.

-I wanted to strangle that asshole. -Don't be stupid. The priest blessed him.

You're just a non-believer.

Listen to me, babe.

Come on.

Don't be that way. We've already done this 20 times, in and out in five minutes.

Now's the time. The cops are busy.

We need the cash.

He can't breastfeed his whole life.

I don't care what he eats.

I care that you're here. Not in jail for nothing.

Look at me.

Look at me, babe.

It'll be fine, sweetheart.

Don't worry. Mario Borges won't get caught today. Okay?

Promise me this is the last time. For real.

You're so pretty.

Come on. There's my mom.

-Got it? -Yeah.

-Hi, Nelly. -How are you, Mom?

Hello!

Hi, little guy! Hi, sweetie.

-Everything good? -Great to see you!

Come in. I'll make some fried dough.

Wait, Mom. We have to run an errand.

Are you nuts?

Have you seen what's going on out there?

I agree, but he won't listen.

It's right nearby, Mom.

Just the two of you!

-Leave the chubster with me. -Okay.

"Ciao, Mommy!"

Ciao.

Ciao!

It'll be fine, babe.

Let's go.

Good morning. This is a stickup.

If you all cooperate, this'll be quick.

Get on the floor, go on. On the floor!

You too, asshole!

Where are you going?

Don't look at me, you son of a bitch!

Hurry up, motherfucker!

-Here's all of it. -Move!

Hey, cutie.

-How are you? -That's all you have?

-Got a light? -No.

-Can I have your number? -Can't help you. Beat it.

-What's this? -That's all there is!

What, one of those days?

-Go fuck yourself! -All right!

Let's hit it, babe!

Let's go.

Drive, babe.

You fucking son of a bitch!

Go to hell, you filthy criminal!

Babe! Step on it!

Baby!

No! Baby!

Call an ambulance!

Babe…

Babe.

Please, babe!

It's okay.

-Hon. -Take care of him.

Take care of him.

Take care of my Diosito.

No, babe! No!

We'll take care of him together!

No, babe!

Call an ambulance, you sons of bitches!

Babe. No, honey. Please!

Please, babe. No!

No!

-Baby! Please, no. -Don't move!

Please, no!

Let me go!

Let me go, asshole.

-Shut up. -Baby!

-Get in and shut up. -Motherfuckers!

Baby!

Out of the way!

The capital of Switzerland?

Berlin.

Here.

No, let him do it.

-He'll do it. -You must really trust me.

Oh, you have no idea.

Diosito! Come, sit.

Come on. Get over here.

I'm having some wine to start my day off right.

I'd like to make something clear since the books are pretty much in order.

-Yes, sir. -Our business with Coco.

It started off fine but then crashed. We had trouble…

But then we revived it with hard work

and lots of sacrifice. Didn't we?

My family got out of Colombia, Mario.

They're grateful.

Don't mention it.

Good stuff, James. All right.

The business works.

But the problem is the pie isn't big enough.

And the slices are shitty.

You know what?

Pastor's getting part of our slice.

I asked that bald fuck to not work with Pastor,

but he ignored me.

Now that Pastor's running sales,

we can't grow.

However, we're the ones providing

materials, ingredients,

labor…

And when the big money comes in,

they split it without us.

That asshole's gonna get what's coming to him.

All in due time, strategically.

We gotta set our sights

on Coco and all his goons.

-Is that clear? -Yes.

What'd I tell you when we first got to San Onofre?

I said,

"This looks like a shantytown."

And you said,

"It is a shantytown."

What else?

The dwarf wasn't a little boy. He was actually a man.

What's so funny?

Did I say anything else, dummy?

Oh, yeah. You said

that… you fuck or get fucked.

-Exactly. -There it is.

That's right. Okay, guys.

Today, we're gonna get some. We're gonna fuck 'em big-time.

-Yeah. -Raw-dog or wrapped up?

Bareback!

That sounds great. But how?

'Cause they're stacked. At least three times bigger than us.

And fucking Galván protects them.

Yeah, but we have info that's worth more than water in a desert.

It'll make the hair on his ass stand on end.

It will shake all of Puente Viejo.

The whole place.

We ask that you promptly respond regarding our order

since the inmates' food supply helps to ensure order within our institution.

You type fast.

Where'd you come from?

That head of yours…

My mom deserves all the credit.

She made me read and forced me to finish high school.

Only time I ever listened to her.

Reading is so important.

Come here.

When I was made director,

the library was the first thing I created.

We're proud of it.

But I have the best books.

For every week that you clean, I'll give you a book. What do you say?

Cat got your tongue?

Aren't you interested?

Yes, thank you. Yeah.

Hi, sweetie.

How are the boys?

Of course I miss my grandkids!

Put 'em on.

How's my little treasure?

That's great!

One of his wounds is infected. No surprise with how dirty it is here.

Now what?

If his fever doesn't break, he'll have to go to the hospital.

Will you watch him tonight?

Yeah. No problem.

You'll need a pass.

Give him one every four hours.

Apply cold washcloths to his head.

And if his temperature really goes up, tell the guards to call an ambulance.

I gotta go.

Okay.

Good luck and have a good night.

Thanks.

What's up, man?

Don't worry.

Come on, Lore! He's your son too.

So what if he's 12-years-old?

He was just jerking off, cranking one out!

Why don't you handle it?

Do that instead of sleeping around!

Advice? "Stop beating your meat."

"Don't forget your fruits and veggies."

Don't hang up! Don't--

Unbelievable. You fucking bitch!

Here you go, asshole. There's enough for your call.

Sup, Tutuca?

All good, homie?

Can I bum a cig?

I'll get you back in two or three years.

When I get out of here.

So? Find anything?

Nothing.

Photos,

more photos,

and letters that don't say anything at all.

Without those papers, I'll never be able to sell the apartment.

There's no death certificate,

nothing that says they never found Dad.

We don't have anything.

We can ask them to review the case file.

Think we'll find something?

After all this time?

Can't we at least try?

Sure. But I don't think it'll help much.

This'll bring it down. Open your mouth.

Here.

Easy. Rest.

What are we gonna do about Diosito?

I'll handle it.

Don't worry.

Show me.

That old bastard has framed blueprints of the prison.

I got a good look at them while cleaning.

The underground part.

This is the laundry room. We went in here.

All the way to here.

And we get to the stream through here.

Doesn't look far.

Give me some time, and I'll flesh it out.

I had to hurry out of there.

Know what happens if we keep going?

Hell yeah, man.

We'll be on the outside, having some beers,

smoking a joint…

We'll be able to stargaze, no problem.

No, that's not it.

If we're lucky enough to make it out of this cave alive,

we'll become escapees.

Know what that is?

Fugitives.

Got it?

-Sure. -No, you have no idea.

Once they see we're missing from the headcount,

they'll call the prosecutor's office.

In two minutes, they'll call it in. The whole police force will be after us.

You won't be able to see your mom, siblings, friends. Nobody.

That's where they'll look first.

You'll have your freedom, but you won't be free.

Understand that.

If you slip up, you're right back here.

And it'll be way worse.

You really know your stuff.

And you need to.

I don't want surprises.

My dad wants you.

Hello there!

Welcome home. To your home.

Get comfortable.

-Sit. Want a drink? -Whatever you're having.

Get my friend Pastor a beer.

Boys.

Just so you know, I wanna tear the roof off this place.

To celebrate.

Because the business is working!

Understand?

I mean, are we stupid?

No!

We can't go around doing stupid shit, pissing each other off. Why would we?

Why, to waste time?

We work well together! What's the problem, you fools?

What the fuck is our problem?

Get it through your heads. Business is booming!

It's time to celebrate!

The Lord wants us to celebrate!

Let's celebrate!

Come on!

All right! Let's party, Marito! Come on!

Hey, party.

Come on.

Yeah, I'm partying…

Can I have some?

-Want some help? -Sure.

Thanks, sweetie.

Isn't he sweet?

Bring Mario a beer. He's thirsty.

Here we are, partying again.

No, thanks.

There's nothing in it. Relax, have some.

Can I trust you?

Yeah, man! I'm telling you, it's alcohol.

Just beer.

I'm talking about the laundry room.

Come on, up.

Let's dance. Come on.

Always the same with you.

You never change.

Secrets over here, secrets over there.

What's with him?

You asked me to keep a secret, and I did. Didn't I?

Another bump for Diosito?

Yeah, Marito!

"Sweetheart, I hope you're doing well."

"I miss you all so much."

"All I have in here is time."

"I can either use it or wait for death."

"I've decided to use it to turn my dreams of hugging you and the girls forever

into at least one real embrace."

"If you live in hell but have a chance, you have to try."

"And I'm going to try."

"All I do, I do for all of you."

"I know eventually I'll spend dawn and dusk by your side."

"And we'll forget all of this."

"Thank you for taking care of the girls and sticking with me."

"I love you."

Silvia.

Hey, what's up?

How are you, babe?

Good, you?

-Good. -How are things, Richard?

-It's been ages. -Ages! Everything good?

You look spectacular.

-No… -You're beautiful.

-I swear. -Well, thanks.

I'd buy you a drink, but it looks like you have other plans.

No, I'm good with this.

How are you?

Married?

No…

Working?

Same answer.

I got clean.

A while ago.

-Sort of. -This is harder to quit.

I was a mess.

I was in really bad shape. Now I have my life together.

I dreamed about you last month.

Oh yeah?

What a coincidence.

I dreamed that you

and I…

Was I in that gray thong?

Just for a bit.

That asshole!

"We don't talk to each other."

"We know too much."

"We're silent together."

"That's the rule."

How's Arnold?

We gotta wait till his fever breaks.

What are you two up to?

"You two"?

Don't play dumb, Pastor.

You and Brian.

You're both acting mysterious.

The kid comes to class and falls asleep. Why?

Must be tired.

Don't bullshit me. I know you. You fooled me once. Won't happen twice.

Two things make you tired here.

One, you're planning something at night.

Two, you're sick.

And the kid ain't sick.

So come on.

Spill.

No wonder you were so mysterious, you son of a bitch.

This leads to the stream.

If there's any way out of Puente Viejo, this is it.

Clearly.

You're like a pig in shit.

I don't know whether to admire or hate you, asshole.

Tonight, we're gonna explore more.

Well?

What do you say?

You're nuts.

No.

No.

No.

You think I'll tag along?

We tried once, and it didn't work. Remember?

Pipita died, remember?

This is different, man.

We got the blueprints from Galván's office.

And I've been saving the cash from Coco's business for this.

We can use that outside.

No.

I don't want any trouble.

I don't want trouble or to die in that shitty tunnel.

You would rather some shithead kill you here? Coco, Borges?

No.

So?

I'm studying.

Looking for something else in life.

No.

These?

No…

Do you like these?

They're my favorite.

Great. So…

Snack time, check.

Can you buy me these?

Let's see.

They're expensive.

I don't have the money.

Sorry, I just have enough for snacks.

No worries, I understand.

Hi, how are you?

Give me the toy.

-I don't have any toys. Shall I pay? -Yes.

You have a toy. I saw on the camera.

No, I don't. Want me to pay?

-You. Camera. You put the toy in your bag. -I'm not coming back here.

-No. -Let go of me!

Give me the toy or I'll call the cops.

Call the cops.

You thief!

-Mario! -Over here.

Where are you guys?

Over here.

The time is now.

You know what to do, Diosito.

About what?

I'm just kidding.

Relax, big guy.

Leave it to me.

I'll handle it.

Come on, James.

James!

Turn it all off. Clean up.

Clean everything up. We gotta do it now.

Going somewhere?

In case he needed help.

Excuse me.

Stop right there.

-Chill, bro. -It's fine.

Good morning, Don Coco.

I came to tell you Marito wants to see you.

I'm eating.

Oh, right.

But the thing is, he said

it was an emergency, like now.

Tell him to come here.

Sure, that was an option too.

But, well, that's the way it is Don Coco.

Marito wanted to see you and for you to go to him.

I'm just the messenger.

As they say in the movies, "Don't shoot the messenger."

Don't call me "Don."

Okay.

I am

Coco.

Coco.

What?

Coco.

"Coco."

Coco!

Coco!

Coco!

Coco!

Why are you here?

Oh, Marito wanted to see you.

Who?

Coco!

Let's go.

Adolfito.

Coco.

Open up, Adolfito.

Not Coco.

Coco!

Showtime.

I could only eat half my appetizer.

I was about to eat my flank steak.

What do you want?

I want to show you something.

And I'd want you to do the same if this was happening in my family.

-Understand? -No.

Well, will you come with me, then?

Let's go.

Come on.

Yes, baby!

Bardo!

Your in-law.

Oh shit! We're totally fucked.

Run, get out of here.

What about you?

I'll handle it.

What are you gonna do? Goddamn it.

Faggot!

Where are you, fag?

You son of a bitch!

Bardo, you piece of shit!

Where are you?

Come on, pussy! Where are you?

You fucking fag!

I'll find you either way, asshole! You won't get away!

I'm gonna cut you for this!

If you can see me, I'm gonna cut you with this.

Go up there.

Bardito!

Where are you?

Brother-In-Law!

Where are you?

You son of a bitch!

You piece of shit!

Bardo!

Bardo! Come out, you son of a bitch!

You faggot!

Come here!

Pig fucker!

Face the music, asshole!

-Oh, pig fucker! -We're gonna find you!

This is for you!

Bardito!

You son of a bitch!

Where are you?

-You little fucking bitch! -Come on, you fag!

Get over here!

Where are you?

Doesn't matter. I'll find you!

-You fucking fag! -Pussy!

-Face the music! -Bardo!

You piece of shit.

Faggot.

Go fuck yourself, Coco.

Know how many fascists like you have chased me, including Galván?

I may be a fag,

but I'm a guard in the corrections system.

I demand respect!

If you touch me, your life will be hell.

Faggot!

Faggot!

Like it when they stick it in you, fag?

Come on! Walk, you piece of shit!

You fucking faggot.

You were fucking my daughter's husband!

You faggot!

Bardo!

Bardo!

Answer me, you son of a bitch!

Where are you?

You pussy!

You scum!

What a mess.

Bardo!

You piece of shit! Are you hiding, you son of a bitch?

Fuck you, pussy!

Where are you, scumbag?

Come out. Come out!

Face the music. Come get your girlfriend!

You fucking asshole!

The big fish took the bait.

Lock them all up.

Get in your cell, asshole!

Hit 'em hard.

I wanna join in.

Let him in.

You completely lost your mind.

I had to do it.

So what? He's a scumbag anyway.

In front of the whole prison.

Yes. To let everyone know

if you mess with my family, you mess with me!

This is what happens if you mess with my family!

You crossed the line.

I don't think I can save you.

Well,

they're in trouble.

I'll leave that to you.

You know how to subdue these fucking animals.

Hands off me, asshole.

-What are you doing? -Hands off!

Let go, asshole!

Don't touch me, motherfucker!

Fuck you!

Let go, asshole!

Get your hands off me!

Let go, asshole!

Open up!

Let go of me!

Marito, to the mess you made!

Quiet down.

Coco!

Guards!

Let them go. Come here, guys.

Pastor, César. Please, come here.

Help me take him down, please.

Lift him up, guys.

Easy, man.

Easy.

What now, Father?

Pick him up and take him to the infirmary. Please be careful.

Let's pick him up.

Come on.

Let me go, motherfucker!

After everything we've done for you assholes!

We did you so many… Dad!

-Calm down. -Dad!

Calm down, motherfucker.

-You'll pay for this! -Stop resisting!

Fuck you!

You'll pay. Watch your back.

Watch your back!

Go on, get in there.

Fuck you, asshole!

Dad!

What's going on?

What's up, you little pussy?

-Want me to suck your tits? -Yeah, come here.

That's what you want?

Get up, motherfucker!

Bring it on, faggot.

So you want the knife?

I'm gonna pop those balloons you got there.

Bring it.

Made in Bogota.

What? Do you want some cock, baby?

You're gonna die.

I didn't die in the hood in Bogota.

So a fag like you isn't gonna kill me.

You son of a bitch!

Motherfucker!

You fucking faggot.

Aren't you brave?

Are you out of juice?

Want me to suck your tits?

Is that why you're here?

Let's see.

But I already told you I like

women.

Keep hitting it. It's working.

Come on.

Flashlight.

Well?

I can't see shit.

Come on.

We'll need another set of hands. This'll take too long otherwise.

We'll get caught before we finish and can get to the rest.

-Hi. -Hi.

How's it going?

What's wrong?

Go wait with Mabi by the door.

Ciao, sweetie!

So what happened?

That was it. I should've told you.

We were at the store,

and Lucas wanted this toy.

I didn't have enough money--

So you stole in front of Lucas.

Listen, I am completely broke. No job. Nothing.

I get a government subsidy that doesn't cover shit.

So that makes it okay?

No, it doesn't. I'm just answering your question.

I think you need a group that can help you.

I don't need help.

I think you do.

Please don't psychoanalyze me.

That's the last thing I need. And I don't care.

I'm not telling you anything new.

I'm saying look for help if you're afraid of relapsing.

-Who said I was? -Call if you need help.

I will not! You're nothing to me or to Lucas.

Beat it, lady.

Lucas is very important to me. So get used to seeing my face.

I'm sorry I had to come under these circumstances.

Me too.

What happened, Galván?

If you're here,

then you already know.

I know the same as everyone else.

They killed Osmar.

He had a bright future,

and now he's gone.

I have it under control.

Too late.

Osmar's body is cooling in the morgue.

And unfortunately, I'll have to monitor everything that happens in Puente Viejo.

That's extra work for me, and we both know

that in our line of work, we don't get paid for that.

What's this?

A letter notifying you I've been made the investigating authority

by the judge in charge of the case.

You have to sign.

Go to hell, you vile fucking piece of shit!

I won't make this easy for you.

I'm going to add that insult to the file.

Sign.

I can already see the journalists waiting at the door.

"A Massacre

and Prison Mismanagement."

Human rights groups will come to your house

and drag you through the mud.

Sign.

Sign it, Galván.

It's better this way.

What a mess, right?

Ciao, Galván.

What's up?

I'm just here… trying to disappear for a bit.

We'll save this for later.

What are you doing? Give me the stuff. It's mine.

We need to talk.

About what? Gimme that! I paid for it.

About what you saw the other night.

We're planning to bust out of this shithole.

The kid won't cut it. I need more help.

You know you're confusing, right?

I don't know if you're a backstabber or the cool guy I thought you were.

I need to know if I can trust you,

if you have the balls to live free out there

and stop being an errand boy.

You don't owe shit to anyone here. You know that, right?

You can live your life. And this isn't San Onofre. The game's different here.

I'll never forget what Galván did to you.

It can be different this time.

You know everything, don't you?

You're so smart.

Know what I think?

This is the same as last time.

The same. We were gonna escape, all good. Piece of cake.

But you lied to me.

You fucked me. And it all went to shit.

But you're right about one thing.

It's different this time.

You're gonna have to trust me this time.

You.

Why are you here, Antín?

Not that I don't love your outfit,

but I've got a lot to do right now.

And I had nothing to do with the guard.

It was that bald fuck that strung him up like a piece of meat.

Can you believe that son of a bitch?

Killing someone for being gay in this day and age…

He's so close-minded!

Be careful.

Are you calling me gay?

You, who fucked all the trannies in San Onofre?

I know you had nothing to do with the CO.

No need to clarify.

I'm here for something else.

This is a photocopy of your case file.

A summary.

I studied it closely

and found something

I need you to confirm

or deny.

I'm all ears, Antín.

What I found

is that Diosito

isn't your brother.

He's your son.

You are Diosito's father.

Mom.

Hi, Son. How are you?

"Hi, Son."

Good.

Good, Mom.

He's so big.

-Yeah. -Tall, big feet too.

He eats a ton.

Even more than you.

He's like a termite.

Mom…

don't bring him.

This is no place for him.

For anyone.

But definitely not a kid.

His dad is here.

I'm not his dad anymore.

I fucked his life up enough with his mom's death.

Goddamn it.

But that… wasn't your fault.

Yes, it was, Mom!

She didn't want to do the job. I convinced her.

That's over now.

You're paying the price in prison.

Please,

you need to look to the future.

Mom!

I'm gonna be here for years.

Should he have that life? A dead mother and a father in prison?

But you love him, Mario.

And he'll always be happy as long as he has his dad.

Promise me you won't tell him anything.

No matter what,

he can't ever know his mother's death was my fault.

What do you want me to tell him, Mario?

You've confirmed it.