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Motherfucker!

That girl is crispy

Come to Daddy. Come here.

That girl is crispy
And I'll eat her

I just want to be her lover
Even though this is the last time

I just want to be her lover
Even though this is the last time

Her black hair, her body like paper
I'm fascinated

Food.

Eat your food.

Eat.

Come on, eat.

Okay. Eat. There.

So?

The Borges brothers did it.

I'm sure Antín sent them.

He doesn't know anything.

He wasn't told.

But the guards...

They cleared the area.

Motherfuckers.

They fucked up...

Yessi's birthday.

I'll teach those motherfuckers.

When you grab my ass,

I go and fuck yours.

And break your face.

And your will to live.

And your mother's ass!

Let's go! To the showers!

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

You always play the same thing.
Turn it down a notch.

Come on, guys.

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

To the showers! Let's go!
Let's go! You. Come on.

Old-timer!

Do you want your breakfast, asshole?

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

Let's go! To the showers!

Come on. Get up, damn it.
Let's go! Let's go!

Come on.

Let's go! To the showers!

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.
Let's go, this place stinks. Come on.

Let's go! To the showers!

Old-timer! Old-timer!

Come on.

Do you want your breakfast, asshole?
Let's go!

Let's go! To the showers!

Okay. Stop that shit with the stick,
for fuck's sake, man.

Same shit every day.

This maté's for you.

You want some?

This isn't maté. This is bullshit.
This sucks. This is shit.

How disrespectful.

God. Come on, get up.

I told Antín, with my best poker face,

that I'd help him out with Ontiveros.

But I wanted to tell him that
the best man to help him was the cook.

But I played dumb.
I truly wanted to tell him that.

Who did you speak to?

Antín.

The important thing
is the arrangement we made.

What arrangement?

I'll tell you later.
It doesn't matter right now.

It doesn't matter?
You just said it was important.

I'll tell you in detail later.
I don't wanna tell you now

because you're like a monkey with a razor.

You're dangerous.

You trust these two more than me, Marito,
and I'm your brother.

Fuck off, Mario.

-Dick.
-Hey, dude.

What's up with you?
Who beat you up now?

Don't bust my balls.

Language! I always treat you with respect,

so why don't you show me some respect?

Yeah, but you're always
getting me in trouble, man.

I'll end up with a bullet in my head
because of you two.

Cool it, man. What's up, man?
What did we do to you?

You're pissed at me, too?

You torched the phones
of that psycho Toad.

Us?

When?

Don't be a smartass. Don't be a smartass.

All I'm saying is that Toad knows.
And he'll want revenge.

Leave me alone. Please.

No, wait up, dude. Come here. Come here.

-Hey, dude. Come here, dude. It's cool.
-Listen. Listen.

Come on, man.

It's okay, man.

And why does fucking Toad think we did it?

Go on, Diosito. Go with your buddy
and find out what the fuck happened.

Now you need me, Marito?

What am I? Your mule?

Then don't go, mule.

But go fuck yourself.

Yeah, you go, you fat fuck. Asshole.

Go fuck yourself, Marito.

How's it coming?

You can come here, boss.

Listen. Listen up, Capece.

The folks from the court
will stretch the procedure.

They won't do it until 5:00 or 6:00 p.m.

Is there enough time to tear
everything down and tidy up before then?

Reassure me.

We're on it, boss.

Okay, okay. Swing by my office.

Double check that everything's in order.

All right, okay.

Guys, hurry up
because Antín is busting my balls.

Come on.

-What's up, Rita?
-What are you doing out here?

Why don't you go in?

Is there something wrong?
Are you feeling ill?

No, I was talking...
Arguing with my idiot wife.

Problems. Conjugal shit.

Okay. Give me a ride.

Look, I'll give you the opportunity
to be seen with me

when we enter the prison.

They'll think we're fucking.

So, let's fuck.

-I'm on the bottom.
-I wouldn't advise that.

Listen...

You don't know how I feel. I'm going nuts.

I'm committing matricide any minute now.

-Why?
-Here's the latest on my mom.

She tells her nurse

that she's not my mom,
that I kidnapped her

and she wants her to call the police.

And then she hits and spits on her.

She's kidnapped you, the old hag.

Hilarious! You can shove
the old hag up your ass, idiot.

Am I interrupting, miss?

-Hi. Good morning.
-Morcilla.

Emma.

They call me Morcilla.

What can I do for you?

Okay, let's see.

We weren't introduced,
but I know a lot about you.

Just imagine.
You're the new neighbor on the block.

Okay, I hope I can help
more than just a simple neighbor. Right?

Yes.

They told me you take care of problems
that inmates have

with their families in here.

I won't be much of a hassle because
my folks kicked the bucket long ago.

And I don't see my sisters anymore.

No.

They used to visit me
during my first year here.

Pretty often.

They brought my nephews here.

And all of a sudden, they were gone.

I am what I am.

But I love those boys.

And they love me.

They're sweet kids.

That's what we're here for.
I can talk to them if you want.

They can go fuck themselves.

I don't care anymore.

I'm giving you this

for the damage they did to your car.

The girls have their character.

They can get feisty, you know?

They're rebels. They get out of control.

But what they did to your tires
is not okay.

I promise that if you don't mess
with them,

they won't fuck with you ever again.

I own a little pleasure company in here.

I help them out a little. They help me.

You see how it is?

You've probably noticed
that it's best to leave

certain things the way they are in here.

I'm not saying it's right.

But that's the way it goes.

If you file a report...

If you file an internal report,

things will go sour with your own people.

You know what I mean?

Inmates don't call the shots here.

We just make things easier. See?

Take that away.

Have a nice day, miss.

Miss Emma.

Open the gate!

...crook!

Look at the little fag.
He's shaving his chest.

Then you complain
that the pipes get clogged, dumbass.

Picachu, why don't you get
laser hair removal?

Modern chicks like it like this.
You don't know shit.

Which chick, dumbass?
We don't have chicks here.

You like the dude's cock?

You like it, don't you?

You like dicks, right?

What's up with you, dude? Are you a fag?

The hair, the earrings.

-The beard.
-You're a fag, dude! You're a fag!

-You're a fag, right, asshole?
-Your dad's the fag.

-Stop! Stop it!
-Cut it out and leave!

You're done. Leave.

Get out. Come on. Out, out, out.

Go. I'm gonna get that stick
up your ass, faggot.

-Motherfucker.
-Get out.

-Stop that, asshole.
-Cocksucker.

Quiet, sir. Stay out of it, sir.
Stay out of it.

Cocksucker!

What's up, dude? Are you okay?
Wait. Hold on.

-It's okay.
-I asked you a question. What's the rush?

Listen to me. Is it true
that they beat you up because of us?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

-It's done.
-Yeah, but hold on. Stop.

-What's the rush?
-What? What do you want?

Nothing. I just have a question to ask.

What's the problem? Wait.

Is it true that fatass Toad
knows we did that?

Yes, it's true.

So, tell me. Tell me what happened, man.

We need to know.

So we can defend ourselves.

And you, too, because if he hit you,
he thinks you're with us.

So you better tell us.

Out with it, motherfucker. Who did it?

I don't know who. I don't know.

-Do you think I'm stupid?
-I don't know.

Fuck, tell me who they were,
or I'll kill you!

I don't know. I don't know.

-I don't know
-You don't know?

-I don't know.
-You don't know? Are you sure?

I don't know. I don't know.

You're not covering
for those sons of bitches, right?

Tell me who did it!

Out with it, motherfucker.
Talk or I'll kill you.

-I don't know.
-Stop it, Toad.

I think he really knows nothing.

Talk, God damn it. Talk!

Toad. Easy there, Toad.
Toad, your daughter.

What? What is it?

It's just a prank.

Just a prank. It's over. It's over.

It's just a prank.

Okay, Cuis, sing that hit of yours.
Come on. What's the name?

-"Piñata."
-That one. "Piñata."

Play "Piñata." Come on, come on.
Come on. It's over. It's over.

Is everything okay?

You're mad at me because
I left you hanging yesterday, right?

You had pigeons in the car.

Pigeons. Yes, I had pigeons.

I have a neighbor who raises pigeons,
you know?

For competitions.
You know, like when there's horses,

horse races,
well, there's also pigeon races.

He asked me if I could bring the pigeons

to a place I go,
ten blocks from here, you know?

And I said yes. Because I'm kind.

Can you believe

that when I got there,
I rang the doorbell and nobody answered?

I had to bring them back here.

That's why I didn't take you.
Don't think otherwise.

So you did me a favor
by not doing me a favor?

That's what you mean.

Andrea.

-Andrea!
-Yes?

-Who brought this?
-I did.

Why?

Because yesterday, you told me you
only brought coffee and nothing to eat.

Did you make the coffee?

Yes, I always do.

Take it all away. I won't eat it.

I appreciate it,

-but no.
-Are you sure?

Sure. Yes, take it. Take it.

Okay.

Give it to anyone. You take it.

What did that motherfucker do to us now?

-Ontiveros.
-What's going on?

He's dead.

-No.
-Mutilated.

For fuck's sake.

"Mutilated and burned in a dump.

The victim, an officer
of San Onofre Penitentiary,

Marcelo Ontiveros, was recognized
by his clothes and his badge.

His car was abandoned near
the La Colombia Chica quarter."

What a coincidence.

"According to experts
who were present at the location,

the killers would have used some type
of surgical equipment

to dismember the body, as it displayed
perfect cuts in the arms and legs."

You have a surgeon there.

The job's finished, Don Mario.

Worthy work by a good student of
Pablito's school for hitmen.

Pablito Escobar, Mario.

Escobar? More like Barney Rubble.
The midget.

What a tough dude.

What's up with those guys?

They're Toad's seconds-in-command.

Raviolito, the twins...

and Aguaviva.

Those fuckers are nuts.

Foolish apprentices.

They're tough because
they're always together, those gonorrheas.

I found out what you asked me to, Mario.

So...

I'll tell you later.

No, tell me now.

James is a friend. We trust him.

Well, it seems the heat is on...

-Are you sure?
-Positive.

Okay.

There was trouble at Toad's party.

He had a quinceañera party
for his daughter.

His family came, even inmates.
The doctor told me he was there.

-One of the guys who showed up.
-Right. Right.

Yes, James told me that about an hour ago
because he was there.

Was he? The Cuis, too.

-The Cuis was there, too. He sang--
-Yeah, I know that.

Yes, James told me.

Yeah, right.
But I'm telling you that Cuis was there.

-Did you know that, too?
-I knew it.

-Okay. What song did he sing?
-What did he sing?

It's over, Piñata...

-Get it?
-Yeah. He sang that one. Yes.

-See?
-He sang others, too.

So, what do you want? A concert?

I'm telling you. I'm giving you
the information you wanted to know.

And you trust any foreigner
who comes and says something.

-Foreigner?
-Yeah, well. What is he?

He is a brother of the Great Homeland,
not a foreigner.

Well, come on, Mario. I'm your brother.

-Yes, I know that.
-Okay. So, Mario?

And you're busting my balls.
You, your girlfriend and your lover.

-My balls have cramps already.
-You're doing the same to me, man.

Go fuck yourself! You, too, Colombian!

-You can both suck my dick!
-Motherfucker.

-Easy, Dios.
-Yeah, Barny. You, too.

Suck my dick. Go fuck yourselves.

Be careful.

Don't isolate yourselves,
because it's worse.

Something huge and fucked up
is gonna happen.

You can smell it.

Toad wants to remind you who's the boss.

And your sister, your sister is easy prey.

Brother.

Get it? Brother.

Go, Ninja. Look out for my brother.

Morsa, what the fuck are you doing here?

You need to be in the carpentry area.

What carpentry area?
Dude, this is my crib.

-Your crib.
-Yeah, my crib.

What the fuck are you thinking?
You think this is a country club, asshole?

Let's go! What did I say?

-Let's go! Walk with me.
-Okay.

Let's go! Walk!

Shit.

Let's go! Quickly.

Everybody's scratching their balls here.

Hi, honey.

My love.

Again?

Why?

It's okay.

See? That's why
I don't want you to come here.

It pains me to see you like this.

This isn't a club.

Your lawyer keeps telling me,
"I'm getting him out.

He'll be out soon.
I'm getting him out." But...

What if that never happens?

This isn't working, Pato.
This isn't working.

There has to be a way out.

Listen to me.
What's done is done. It's over.

Leave things the way they are for now.
Okay?

If you're fine, I can hold on. I swear it.

I can.

I was at the obstetrician yesterday
and he said it was going well.

But I swear, I can't stand
one more day of this.

I can't take one more moment like this.
Please, I can't.

Look at me.

Camila, look at me.

Don't do anything stupid.

Please.

Come on. Go, champ. Go, go, go.

Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit!

Breathe. Breathe. There we go.

Come on. Again. That's it.
Go, go, go.

Hard, hard, hard.

Hard, hard, hard. That's it.

Right on, champ. Come on.

One. Two. Yeah. That's it.

Come on.

Wait. Stop, stop.

Ow, motherfucker!

What's up? Why are they fighting, dude?

No, they're not fighting.

They're practicing.

You know? Fights have a good payoff here.

Watch out for César.
He's on a hot streak.

He took down a few.

What's up with you? Wanna try?

-Yes.
-Let's go!

-Go, César!
-Come on!

Stop the show, fuckhead. Get up, let's go.

Come on.

Watch out, faggot.

-Almost.
-Hit him. Take him out, César.

Come on. Come on!

What's up?
Do you make big bucks with this?

-Sort of.
-Yeah? You'll have to split it.

Just enough to help my mom.

Take him out, César! Come on!

-Cheater!
-No cheating, asshole.

-Do you help your mom?
-Yeah.

My mom and my brothers.

-They don't deserve it, though.
-Hit him! Come on!

They're motherfuckers.

-Yeah? Mine, too.
-Yeah?

Yeah, Gladys saves his ass.

-She's like my mother. She raised me.
-Yeah?

Go, César!

Go, César!

César always does the same thing.

He bullshits and then he hits you.

Don't make it easy for him.

Oaky.

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

Come on, Oaky!

Let's go!

Oaky! Oaky! Oaky! Oaky!

Oaky! Oaky! Let's go!

This meathead is heavy.

What now?

Let the girls take care of it.

I sent for you, boys...

and asked for a meeting...

because I'm...

distressed,

troubled, torn,

by the passing of a dear friend
and colleague.

Sub-officer Marcelo Ontiveros,

who died far from San Onofre in a lot,
and during working hours.

And we must reflect upon that.

We will examine the details
of his death later on.

Because Marcelo Ontiveros...

will never be able
to serve his country again.

He will never be able to fulfill
his penitentiary vocation.

He will never kiss his children.

And the hallways of San Onofre
will lack the masculine tone of his voice.

And that's why, boys,
I invite you to reflect.

There's a custom we need to end
here in San Onofre.

That is the exchanging of credentials,

the forfeiting and collection of overtime
that isn't our own.

That is eluding
the entry and exit controls

of the staff to fuck around,
roaming where they don't belong.

Because that's what happened to...

What the fuck is going on, Capece?
I'm speaking to the boys. What's wrong?

There's a judicial committee
at reception with a search warrant.

-A search warrant? Who is it?
-Yes.

The warden is with them.

Garófalo?

At last.

Hey, trying to see you is harder
than trying to see the US president.

Thanks.

It's a very rough day, gorgeous.

Always mad?

Always picking fights with everyone?

Yes.

They won't let you be happy.

-Tell me about it.
-You know how it is.

How are you?

Fine.

With a few issues, but fine.

You're looking good.

Thanks.

Did you miss me?

No, not at all. And you?

Not a chance.

How much money do you need?

Hey, do you think
I called you over for that?

I have a fucking huge debt.

With ugly people.

With no code...

They don't know how to wait.
No, no... They don't understand me.

I'm afraid I'm going to lose my house.

And this hag who won't die.

How long does she plan to live?
How many more years?

If you want, I can send my boys.

We can make it
look like an accident and...

You haven't changed a bit.

Told you, gringa. That hag...

She'll bury us all.

-She could.
-She could.

How much?

Remember how much I asked for last time?

Add 30% to that.

Geez...

Holy shit.

Say, I wonder.
How do you plan to give it back?

Because you owe me a lot of money, gringa.

How many pigeon trips would it take?

In, out... Whoa!

It's a lot of money. Lots of it.

I'll help you out.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

I come here once a week.

We can play doctor.

You look after me, you pamper me.

-Huh? What?
-No, Toad.

You can't ask me to do that.

You owe me way too much money.

Of course I can ask for that.

Come here.

Let's see if you qualify for the credit.

No, please, don't make me fuck today.

I've had a very, very rough day, too.

All right. All right. Don't worry.

Give me a kiss.

Now kiss the Toadie.

Shut up, stay out of it.

Poor me. I want a kiss, too.

Don't be mean.

You're fucked up, Toad.

You're fucked up.

It's a lot of money, gringa.
It's a lot of money.

Come on. Come here. Let's see
if you qualify for the credit. Go on.

Give God what is God's.

And give Toadie what is Toadie's.

That fucks you up, dude.

Yeah. It's shit, man. Look at him smoke.

It's all the leftover crap
from the infirmary, you know?

-Yeah.
-They stick it in their brains.

Good one, Dios!

Who's the enabler, Toad?

Yeah, Toad is the only one who rules here.

Hey, dude.
Did you see Ninja?

Are you sure?

-And who are they?
-He's a clown.

-That's Diosito.
-Yeah?

They're the Borges brothers.

-The one you were fighting with?
-Yeah.

That old one, see? The fat guy.
That's his older brother.

Right.

And the other one, that guy,
is their bodyguard.

They're always with him and another one.

They think they're hot shit.

They just got here recently.

-Like in custody, right?
-Yeah.

Then a new guy came, Patricio.
He's a doctor.

Last time there was a problem...

A problem with the Sarandí gang, you know?

Yeah.

And Toad saved him
from getting his ass raped.

That's why he has him
as his personal doctor.

-Smart fucker, huh?
-Yeah. Smart fucker.

Hey, I didn't see the Uruguayan
when I got here. What's up?

He died.

-What do you mean he died, man?
-Yeah, he died in a fight.

-With who?
-With me.

Yeah, I went overboard, dude.

How many times did I tell you, César?
You asshole.

You never realize it. You put your body
on the line and they take the dough.

Dumbass. It's gonna be you
one of these days. Mark my words.

Excuse me, Romina,
can I ask you something?

Yeah.

There's an inmate from the yard
who got back from the hospital.

His sister petitioned for his transfer to
another penitentiary, but he won't leave.

I'm not sure if you know him.
His name is Nicolás.

-Oaky.
-Oaky?

He came to my workshop.
A sweet kid. He had a different mindset.

He finished high school in prison.
He writes poetry.

He reads philosophy books
and learns trades.

The youngest inmates
see him as a role model,

and the oldest see him as a threat.

-How did he end up like this?
-Right.

Back in December,
Toad Quiroga forced the yard inmates

to go on a hunger strike
to get more benefits.

And Oaky found out
that it was all Toad's idea,

that he wanted to keep everything.
And he spoke with the guys,

and, well, he convinced them to oppose.

They beat him up
and threw him off of the terrace.

-It was a miracle he survived.
-God.

I don't understand
why he wants to stay here.

With his behavior,
he could be transferred to any prison.

Oaky says that his friends are here.

Unbelievable.

Did you know that
when I was at the hospital,

I couldn't move? Right?
I was lying down all day.

Some guy would come in every day
to talk to me.

Every day. A crazy-ass dude.

He talked to me about life,

about the importance of having a family,

about the importance
of transcending, right?

What do I know? The guy was crazy, but...

he said a couple of things
that were right.

I don't know. Like,
he opened my mind to a lot of things.

You know?

We need to get organized, man.

We are not going to get organized.

When I could move
just a little more, right,

I went for a walk.

And the hospital was full of guys.
Full of guys.

There were a lot of us.
From other prisons. From everywhere.

We must organize something here.

We must understand

that we new guys are not here
for them to use us as mules.

Or for them to fuck, man.

Or for them to put that shit in our heads.

You're right, dude.

-So?
-So?

They fuck with one of us,
they fuck with all of us.

Did you land in San Onofre again, Oaky?

Suck my dick.

Motherfucker.

-Here comes the director, Antín.
-Good.

-Now you'll see.
-Thank you and good morning, everyone.

-How are you?
-Good morning.

Welcome to San Onofre,

a model penitentiary establishment
in Latin America.

I'm Antín, the prison director.

Javier Cabrera. I'm the one in charge.

I have here a warrant
from Judge Caravajal.

Yes, all right.
No, but I wanted to ask you...

They'll do their procedure
as officials of the Ministry of Justice,

no problem.

But I want to give you a little context.

This is a model establishment,
as I was saying.

It is absolutely crazy and unthinkable

that, in a cell block of this prison,
there could exist this kind of...

-What's it called?
-Call center.

A call center. Already set up.
A call center to make phone calls

to the outside to orchestrate
extortive kidnappings.

So, we are available,
the establishment and I,

for whatever you want.
Where do you want to begin?

-You tell me.
-We are most interested in cell block C.

Cell block C? Okay.

Capece, could you accompany
these gentlemen

-to cell block C?
-Of course.

And then, whatever else they want.

-Come in, please. Go ahead.
-Thank you.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Capece, I'll catch up with you.

Where the fuck is that old fuck Garófalo?

-No idea.
-Where is that fucking shit?

I haven't seen him.

Son of a bitch. That shit.

For any trouble, they speak
with the human rights guys,

they speak with the social worker,
they call me on...

-You're with Garófalo?
-Yes, sir.

And what are you doing standing here
if the guy is over there?

The gentleman insisted
he didn't want custody.

But I gave you the order
to take care of him.

Asshole.

-Okay.
-Tagarna!

The match is on.

Motherfucker.

On Sunday, get the ball rolling.

Mr. General Director,
don't scare me like this.

I'm begging you.

Don't leave the custody.

Because if something happens,
and you are away from the guards...

No worries. Don't you worry.

I worry because I am responsible
for your safety.

Garrafa. Violín.

And the Asian, what was it?

-Li.
-Li.

There it is. Thanks. Bye.

I need you to prepare the yard for
the San Onofre Day soccer tournament.

-I'll set up the court.
-Yes. Yes.

-Are you going to play?
-Yes. Yes. Yes.

I'll bring you the wheelchair.

Tell me, what's going on?
Why are they doing a judicial procedure?

The mafia, Garófalo. I told you.
I get involved with the mafias.

But, you know what? I don't give a shit.

I can imagine. Yes.

-Name?
-Franco, sir.

Nice to meet you.

What's up, Cánepa? How are you?

-Aren't you retiring?
-Not yet.

Hey!

-What's up with you?
-Leave me alone.

-I remember you.
-Leave me alone!

Let me look at you.

I won't do anything to you.

Don't touch me.

Easy. Trust me.
I won't do anything to you. Really.

Come here.

Do you want to come with me?

Come on.

Come on.

Slowly.

Let's go, dude. Come on. Come on.
We must give it our all.

The moment is now. We must do it.

Okay.

I don't want a little ball of nerves.
Not some nervous assholes.

Is that clear?

Go to the yard and demolish them.
Let's go!

Here.

Learn.

And kill for me.

I don't want survivors on the defense!

I want to take advantage of
the guys from court being there.

And that Antín is going through that shit.

Go. Take care of it.

-I trust you.
-I'll take care of it.

Come on.

Pantera!

Bunch of public employees,
let's see if you move your asses. Come on.

-Go!
-Go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Kill them all.

I don't wanna see survivors.
Is that clear?

But don't touch that conceited asshole.

Bring him to me.

I'll handle him.

How am I?

All right.

13/8. Normal.

Okay.

In the end, I decided to trust you.

I believe you. I believe you.
I believe you.

I'll trust that you knew nothing
about what was going on in the yard.

And that's why
I'll give you an opportunity.

What opportunity?

The opportunity to not be
in the yard right now, dumbass.

In exchange,

I'll need a...

test of loyalty.

What do I have to do?

There's a guy...

He's doing worse than me.

I need you to handle it.

Look out for him.

Now go. Go. Go.

-Yeah.
-Raviolito.

Take him to the terrace. Go.

There he is.

-What did you do to him?
-We didn't do anything.

The girls were hungry,
and this tasty worm was right here.

Ninja. Ninja, listen to me.

Easy, brother. Okay?
Relax. I'll help you.

I can't do anything here.
We need to take him to the infirmary.

No.

Toad wants you to take care of him now.

Kill him.

Why are you looking at me
like that, asshole? Come on. Kill him.

Didn't you get here for killing a man?

Come on. Smoke this piece of shit.

Come on!

Come on. Come on. I don't have all day.

Come on. Kill him, motherfucker.

Ninja.

Bye, dude.

Come on! For fuck's sake!
What's taking you so long?

Kill him already!

Please, examine everything thoroughly,
in detail.

We want to be clean.

This is a cleaning storage area
because we like...

We like to be clean
here in this penitentiary.

With a fresh coat of paint, well-kept,
regardless of the lack of resources,

which we do not receive from you.

The budget cuts
are the sole responsibility

of the general director,
who is here today, and not mine.

Okay. Considering
that everything is in order,

we will make a report that states
that everything is fine in cell block C.

I am very glad, sir.
Thank you so much.

If you want to keep inspecting,
please go ahead.

What was that?

Post 4, do you copy?

What the fuck was that explosion?

No! No!

No! My wife's car, you son of a bitch.

Could nobody do anything? Fuck. Shit.

I'm paying the installments. Shit.

For fuck's sake.
This can't be happening! Shit!

Antín. Antín!

Yes, sir?

All of this is shit.
It's all out of control.

We have a lot to talk about.

Yes, sir.

"Death moves like a lucky coin.

Every step of the way, it tells us
to roam in this fucking hellhole

without any hope.

Rotten, dark walls. Life. Death.

We are still locked in this yard,
barely alive.

I need needle and thread to sew my soul
so it doesn't run away."

Diosito.

-What?
-Come.

Have some maté with your brother.
Come here.

Leave that ball.

What do you want me to do in here, Mario?

Have some maté with me. Come on.

-Maté? In this heat?
-Come on. Have a maté.

A beer. Something cooler, man.

That would be wonderful.

I remember a hot day like today...

You had a little toad.
What was the name of that toad

that drank my beer?

What toad?

That pet you had.

-Oh, Raúl.
-Raúl!

-Yeah, you killed him.
-No.

You did. You threw a cigarette at him.

No, I dropped a cigarette
and the guy killed himself.

Yeah, he dropped a cigarette this big.

You don't throw them away
when they're that big.

Did you have to kill the poor toad?

What? Are you gonna cry
about the toad now?

No, I'm just saying, asshole.

He was a friend.

What? Are you kidding me, asshole?

No, he was a true friend.

Yeah, I talked to him.
I don't know if he listened to me or not.

Maybe he did. If he had ever replied,
we would have had to go to the shrink.

Fuck off, Mario.

I thought you were heavier, Borges.
You're made of paper.

Heavier than you?

Are you sure
you wanna start shit in the yard?

Toad!

Toad!

We're not after you.

We're after the Borgeses.

But the Borgeses live in the yard with us.

You fuck with one of us,
you fuck with all of us.

You fuck with one of us,
you fuck with all of us!

Toad!

Oaky, you're like the living dead.
Who rescued you? Super Hijitus?

Shut the fuck up, fatass.

Toad wants to have
a word with you, Borges.

-I'm coming with you.
-You're not going anywhere.

-Let me go.
-No, they wanna talk to me.

-Okay. I'll join you.
-No, you're staying.

-Let me go. They want you dead, Mario.
-They won't kill me.

I'm not gonna die.

Make some maté. Come on.

Let's go, Borges. Come here.

Do you fuck Super Hijitus
with the cape on?

-Fuck off, fatass. Go on.
-Change the diapers on that midget.

Let him go. Let him go.

Fuck off!

Come on, come on, come on.
Let's go. Let's go.

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