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Doctor.

How long ago did it happen?

So we aren't brothers?

You son of a bitch!

My whole life's a lie.

I'll kill you.

You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!

All right!

You had it coming!

Diosito!

Dios.

Dios.

-What? -Get out of there, dude.

-I was watching him. -Get out.

Think about your plan.

I found you so you could take care of your son.

I can't anymore.

What, do you want me to take him?

I'm a fugitive. They're looking everywhere.

I don't know. Your family always has an excuse.

Ask Gladys for help. She's been avoiding me for a while now.

Gladys? She knew about this?

Obviously. Who do you think sent me money?

She said you'd turn up since you were out.

And Juan Pablo has no idea that his father's a murderer,

thief,

inmate…

So think about what you're gonna do.

But I'm done being the fool that runs errands for the Borges family.

They go around dick-swinging but need some chick to save their asses?

I don't know what you should do, but the kid's yours.

Make sure they don't catch you, Diosito.

If Juan Pablo has to go to prison to see you,

that'd be a damn shame.

Hurry up. I gotta take him to school.

Go.

Can I take him?

After you.

No, wait. Hold my hand. We'll go together.

God bless you, Gladys. Give Mario my best. Take care.

Let's tell everybody the situation.

Chacal, go get Patón.

They say Mario's okay.

I just spoke to Gladys.

That's some serious luck. They really beat him up.

No, he wasn't that lucky.

He's going blind.

Well, game over for us.

He'll get eaten alive in here.

He won't get eaten alive, asshole.

We won't let that happen.

We're gonna fuck up the Sub-21.

We gotta send them a very clear message.

I appreciate everything Mario's done, but he's on his own.

What?

It all started with the mess you guys made

and ended with that kid's death.

That's the truth. And you're the one that got Mario all wound up.

-Me? -Yeah.

You're in no position to question anybody.

Shut your hole or I will.

Plus, Borges had nothing to do with that brat's death.

Hey, you crossed the line!

You son of a bitch!

They ever teach you to respect women?

Get off your high horse, or I'll knock you off.

Don't threaten me.

If you insult Mario, you insult me.

Cool it. Mario's not here, so don't pretend you're the boss.

-But I am here, bitch. -Enough.

Come on.

Let's go.

I respect you, Patón.

Enough.

Holy shit…

I'm useless.

A vegetable.

I can't see, babe.

I can't talk either.

Those sons of bitches did this.

They let me have it.

They gutted poor Gucci, those sons of bitches.

Who cares about that animal now?

Come on, Mario. All that matters is you're alive.

I'm gonna kill those fucking pricks.

You're here now. You need to get better.

Why?

I'm useless.

Don't talk like that.

I can't…

I can't even pour myself some water.

God damn it.

I understand you were close friends

with the inmate Brian Godoy.

So much so that you planned

on him helping you on the outside with your son, Lucas.

You're clearly up to speed.

Describe your relationship with Brian Godoy.

We were in the same block, and we were friends.

Yeah? I read that you were part of the same group,

"the 21," "the Minors,"

whatever you're called.

The Sub-21.

What is it?

A gang, group of hooligans?

No, we made it because you need protection in here.

You know.

I assume you have no information about Brian Godoy's death either.

No.

I was with my friends, the trans girls.

Those girls cut my hair, rub cream on my body…

I'm a dandy, you see?

I see that.

Who would have wanted to kill him?

I couldn't say.

However, I can tell you who didn't care about Brian until he died.

It looks like the courts only care about their reputation.

Your people's indifference is what kills. The bullet's just a piece of the puzzle.

There's another item on your rap sheet.

The guard Luciani's death.

I was accused but wasn't involved.

Sure, I have the whole case file,

and, in fact, there's a nurse that vouches for you.

She accused a different inmate, who's currently on the run.

Juan Pablo Borges.

I have absolutely no idea.

You miraculously survived the massacre that happened here three years ago.

Almost all of Coco's gang died.

Son of a bitch!

Yeah, Coco was my father-in-law.

May he rest in peace.

I thought that, given how fond you were of him,

you could tell me everything that I know you know.

But clearly you're just like everyone else in here,

respecting your prison code.

We learn to handle things the best we can.

Since no one outside listens, we have to make our own rules.

Isn't it interesting

that you survived and that since then

neither your wife nor your children have come to visit you?

Must be sad to see they don't love you.

All I can say is Brian didn't deserve to die like that.

That's what happens here. People who don't deserve it end up dead.

But everything comes with a price.

Now it's your job to ensure there are no more Brians… if that's what you want.

Giménez!

Excuse me.

Listen.

It's time to finish this.

With that fat fuck out of commission, we gotta go after the Colombian.

Then the cult.

Sure, but not now. We gotta wait until the dust settles.

-I win. -Whoa!

-You got fucked! -I win!

The judge is out for blood.

-Whoever makes a move now is toast. -Are you serious?

Wait for what? Now's the time!

Even Antín asked us to hold off.

I don't care about Antín. He can suck it. Who cares about him?

I'm not waiting for them to recover.

I'm finishing this, and you said you'd help me.

Yeah, but I want to do it right.

What's your problem? Suddenly you have a conscience?

I wanna do things right too. That's why now's the time.

We finish this now.

But if you're not down, leave. It's fine.

If you don't want to help, go.

'Cause I am gonna finish this.

I am.

The war starts now.

So decide what you're gonna do.

Either stay out of it or move into our cellblock.

Good morning.

Good morning, Your Honor. Clocking out for the day?

And you're just clocking in?

No, I got up to milk the cows at 2:00 a.m. I've been working since then.

No, any prison director worth his salt

that wants inmates to reenter society

must have a life beyond these walls.

Speaking of "beyond these walls," I have a question.

I just requested an interview with Mario Borges,

and they said you authorized him to be taken to the hospital yesterday.

No, they misinformed you.

Mario Borges, the fat guy! Sorry. Yes, you're right.

He fell quite ill,

and I felt it necessary to authorize

his hospitalization because…

Right when

Borges's statement would be key to shedding light on Godoy's death.

I would hate to think that, in the prison, you're trying to stall the investigation.

Please do not offend me.

We are officers of the court.

I'm a dog at your feet. I'm at your disposal.

But you're not doing me a favor.

That's your job.

Of course.

Stop fucking with me, Antín.

Have a nice day, Your Honor. You massive fucking cunt…

Sup, Mopey? You only drink maté?

No churros, fried biscuits, none of that? You're so cheap, man.

Where were you?

Keeping tabs on me, asshole?

No, someone's been waiting for hours to see you.

Who? No one knows I'm here.

It's me, papi.

-Are you stupid? -Stop!

Stop!

-Stop! -I don't want to talk to you!

-I just want to chat for a second! -I said no!

Just give me a second! Mario's in the hospital!

They tuned him up in prison.

He looks like shit. He's suffering.

What do you want me to do? Why should I care?

-Fuck him! -But it's Marito!

Marito can go suck a dick!

I'm done with him.

I got bigger things to deal with.

What matters more than the man that raised you?

Why don't you tell me?

Why not? You've hidden everything from me my whole life!

Damn it.

Listen, papito.

I know how you found out was horrible.

Not that, Gladys. I'm talking about Juan Pablo!

Juan Pablo! When the fuck were you gonna tell me?

When?

Yeah, I have a son now, Mopey. His name's Juan Pablo, just like me.

What'd you want me to do?

I couldn't find you. What do you want from me?

I did what I could for him!

How, Gladys? How the fuck did you help?

Get real, you fucking bitch!

How'd you help? You gave him money!

You always talk about family, but that's all you gave him!

Instead of actually being his grandma.

I've always said you have a big heart, papi.

You're gonna be a great dad.

I'm sorry…

Wait, Gladys.

Tell me something.

We aren't brothers.

I'm your dad.

You ruined my life, you son of a bitch!

I'll kill you!

-Calm down. -Don't touch me!

-He wants to kill me! -No, take it easy.

WITH GENUINE AFFECTION AND UNDYING LOYALTY TO YOU, YOUR HONOR, THE GREAT JUDGE LUNATI

Hello?

This is she.

Exactly, to interview Lucas Palacios.

What time?

Fantastic. Okay, perfect.

Talk soon.

Hello!

The old folks are here!

Hey, watch it! We'd take you down in two minutes.

This area's for you guys.

Good, the VIP section.

Yup.

Get set up there, chief.

Put those there.

No, leave that in the box.

What's up, bitches?

Just where we wanted you!

Come on, motherfucker!

Game over for you, asshole!

You hear me?

Let's get the fuck out of here! You motherfuckers are finished!

You bunch of bitches!

Let's go!

Fuck you.

"Palacios file, 5866."

"Request for verdict review, denied."

"Request for audience, denied."

"Sentence reduction, denied."

"National Corrections Department."

"Transfer order. The transfer of inmate Palacios, Miguel to a new location,

corrections facility three, San Onofre, is hereby authorized."

"Deposit of $475,000 at Panama Exchange and Trust Bank…"

"$70,000… $524,000…"

"$185,000. Receipt confirmed. March, April, and May, total of $490,000."

"There are suspicions the judge negotiated Palacios's freedom

in exchange for his daughter's release. Evidence has been found, which reveals

her father, Judge Lunati, was connected to the gang known as 'the Borgeses.'"

"The judge and Palacios's lawyer drafted terms to which Palacios agreed,

presumably under duress."

"That would have led to his admission into San Onofre,

with a false identity,

without authorization from the courts or the state."

"Essentially a private agreement."

Mario Borges.

Correct?

May I ask who you are?

Judge María Virginia Piñeiro. Sound familiar?

Yes, it does.

As familiar as your scent. Is it as foreign as your car?

I bought my perfume in the 11th Ward,

and I've been driving the same car for ten years.

The people's judge.

Do you know why I'm here?

Definitely not out of kindness.

I am investigating the death of the inmate Godoy,

who was murdered just outside Puente Viejo.

One of the things I found most interesting is

that you had been attacked by the gang he belonged to.

Karmic retribution isn't always an exact science, as they say.

This was exact, Borges. And it wasn't karma.

With all due respect, ma'am,

you think you're talking to

the guy that owns this circus,

but I'm the guy that gets slapped around. That's all.

What circus are you talking about?

And who'd be the owner? Antín?

Could you explain your friendship with the director of the prison?

Did he have you hospitalized to get rid of you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I had nothing to do

with that kid's death.

So why did they beat the shit out of me

and leave me blind?

Now,

if you

want to do something

about what they did to me,

if you want to help me,

I would be eternally grateful.

Well…

I imagine your momentary hospitalization will soon come to an end,

and you'll have to return to prison, in a debilitated state.

Your people must be thinking about what to do with you.

I don't think you have many people left that would help you.

Speaking of which, when's the last time you saw Juan Pablo?

According to the doctors,

I won't ever see him again.

You know what I mean, Borges.

Yes.

He's a Borges.

He's probably shitfaced on some beach in the Caribbean.

As any Borges is wont to do.

ANA IMPARATORE 1965-1989

Yes.

Get everything ready. I'll tell you when we're leaving.

-Excuse me, ma'am. How are you? -Hello.

I need your signature.

Of course.

I won't be here tomorrow morning. I'll come in at noon. Is that okay?

Sure, fine. But what's the reason for your absence?

I found a way for Palacios's son to visit him in Puente Viejo.

Didn't I tell you to forget about Palacios?

His son's just visiting, that's all. It'll be good for the kid.

-Fine, but don't overextend yourself. -Okay, thank you.

Hello?

So the group's ready now? Tell them to surveil the hospital.

Okay.

Would you look at that!

Do the whores and their madam eat with us now?

What's wrong,

James?

Capece asked us to serve them.

What's up, you faggot? Don't you know how things work around here?

Go ahead, laugh.

We'll straighten this out in a bit, Fabiolita.

Bitch.

What's up, you fuckin' stooges?

Wait your turn. Wait right there.

Shut your hole.

You owe me one, pal.

I don't owe you shit. Fuck off.

You got butt-fucked!

You still mad about the little princess?

Are you?

-The fuck is wrong with you? -Back off…

She mention our great times in San Onofre?

Capece, trouble in the cafeteria.

What the fuck happened?

You can't ever take your eye off these animals.

Go. We don't need another corpse.

Did you control the situation, Capece?

Yes!

It's under control.

I'm gonna shove all these fuckers in the hole.

No, not the hole!

The judge could show up, you idiot. Send them to their cellblocks.

Copy that!

You bald, useless son of a bitch.

Let's have a nice big hand for Pastor. He acted like a champ. Yeah!

Dude, did you see when he grabbed him and…

He got him good!

You really got your bell rung!

How about that Superman punch?

Smashing his head against the table, damn!

Panda with the seated commentary!

You did good, man.

Are you okay?

Good stuff, man.

You made us look good.

Let's really hear it. Come on!

Keep it going!

Now it's time for Pastor's prize, courtesy of Panda…

Yes, sweetie. I'm on my way home. Don't give me shit. It's been a rough day.

No, not sushi. I can already feel the diarrhea--

No, for the love of God… Yes?

-You have a visit-- -No… Something else.

I gotta go. Someone's here.

Capece's here with an inmate.

Let Capece in.

The inmate too.

Come in!

Thank you.

What is it, Capece?

Forgive me for showing up like this.

What's he play, fifth or sixth fiddle?

He'll fiddle with it, suck it, whatever you want.

He sometimes gives me info on inmates.

You'll find him useful.

Okay, bye.

Okay, excuse me.

I've seen you with the Borges crew.

Now that Mario's away, the mice will play.

-You must have a proposal. -Something like that.

What do they call you?

-Bardo. -"Bardo." Have a seat, Bardo.

Thank you.

Sit down, Bardo, and make your proposal brief and clear

because my wife is waiting.

-And she drives me nuts. -Perfect.

Essentially, Borges's gang is done.

Over.

Borges is all busted up, lying in pieces in a hospital bed.

If he comes back, those punks will just finish the job.

But, according to my knowledge, the hierarchy is Mario,

and then the Colombian.

Not you.

Yeah, but he's not cut out for the big leagues.

If you want, I can help you straighten out the mess in here.

And if you approve, I can get rid of the dead weight.

Yeah?

-Hi. -Hello.

So, you need to fill out this form with your information,

and then we're good.

That's it.

Just that.

Didn't think I'd see you again.

I'm here for Lucas.

Luna, I told you from the start that I didn't want you to get involved.

Sorry about everything.

I don't want to talk about that now. I know exactly who my dad was.

Please, let's focus on this.

It's fine if you want to quit.

You don't have to keep going.

I'll help you, Miguel.

Let's stick to Lucas. Come on, fill this out.

I'll eventually figure out why I'm helping you.

Who's there?

Who is it?

Who's there?

It's me.

Dios!

No! What are you doing here?

Are you still mad, dummy?

Get over here, you dope.

Come here.

Come here…

Trying to touch my teeth, asshole?

No, stupid.

I'm just touching you.

You still clench your jaw.

Not anymore.

Not as much.

Dios.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, Dios.

Damn it, I should've told you the truth a long time ago.

Enough with that.

I came here

to tell you something.

What?

I'm a dad now too.

All right!

You made me a grandpa, you damn hoodlum.

Yeah.

It looks like during one of the conjugal visits,

Kari got pregnant, and…

Don't play dumb.

You already knew.

I found out you and Gladys were sending her money.

But it's fine. I'm not mad.

I'm just here to tell you that I found out. That's all.

I'm a mess, Dios.

But I swear, I've done my best.

Plus, how the hell was I gonna know how to find you?

I didn't want you to come back.

I wanted you to stay free. Far from all this shit.

I also wanna give you something, Marito.

What?

Here.

What?

No…

No!

No, Diosito.

No, you gotta keep it. This was your mom's.

She'd always put it on you because she said

it'd make you stop crying.

And she was so right.

Your mom was so right that day.

I shouldn't have insisted on going that day.

I'm such an idiot!

But I thought…

nothing bad would ever happen to us.

I really messed up!

I really messed up!

And then I really messed up

by asking your grandma to tell you…

that I was your brother.

But knowing you were happy out here…

made it easier for me to be locked up.

But when I got out, it was too late.

I really screwed up with you.

It's too late to fix things!

You were so right

to tell me to go to hell!

But I had no choice.

That was my only option, Diosito.

Because I thought…

if I couldn't be the best father to you…

I could be

the best brother.

You were, Marito. You were the best.

The only good thing in my life.

Seriously.

But…

in all this time I've been out…

and we've been apart…

I realized I can't live with the idea of you being locked up.

Especially if you're like this. Get it?

You're my dad,

my brother, whatever.

You're the same fat son of a bitch no matter what.

And I won't leave you like this, Marito.

I'm gonna help you.

-I've got it figured out. -No.

-I've got a plan. -No.

-Seriously. -No, listen to me.

Please, listen to me.

Listen, I'm useless like this.

I can't do anything.

You need to enjoy your life, Diosito.

Do all the things you used to talk about.

All I did was fuck things up. You don't…

you don't need to do this.

Listen to me.

Go.

Leave for good.

Go before someone comes in and sees you.

Keep it, Marito.

Keep it.

I'll be fine, kiddo.

Gladys will help you.

I'll be fine.

Go.

Live.

Go.

Go, kiddo.

Ciao, Mario.

Ciao,

Jabberjaw.

Freeze! Police, stop right there! Stop!

Freeze, police!

Get down on the ground! Don't move!

I told you he would show up.