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Come on.

ONE YEAR EARLIER...

I don't wanna be here anymore, man!

Be patient, brother. It won't be long.

What a shitty place, seriously.

When I'm gone, cremate me.

Being buried alive scares me shitless.

Don't fuck with that shit, Mario.

It's showtime, gentlemen.

-They're almost here.
-Cool, huh?

-Let's go.
-This dude takes his time.

He's not an idiot.

He needs to be alert
so they don't catch him.

Watch your tongue.

Malcolm is a true visajoso son of a bitch.

What did he say?

He's visajoso.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, James, does he know who we are?

That the Borges are the biggest honchos
in San Onofre?

Speak of the devil...

-Cousin.
-What's up?

-Good evening, gentlemen. Sorry I'm late.
-It's okay.

-Shall we discuss business?
-That's why we're here.

I want you to know that I'm here
because James spoke highly of you.

You have my endless thanks.

James told us you're a true drug lord.

A true visajoso.

Excuse my brother.
He speaks without thinking.

My cousin told me what you did
in San Onofre.

I liked the method.

Can you do that in other prisons?

We have contacts in many prisons.
Friends in high places.

We just gotta do what we did in San Onofre
in the rest of the country.

The network is prepared and it works well.

I wanna focus everything
on a single buyer.

You only have priority because my cousin
is part of your gang.

James is like a brother to me.

Shit.

Leaving already?

Hey, dude!

He didn't do shit.

See you, man!

Your cousin's pretty rude, James.

-He left without saying goodbye--
-The cops! The cops!

Let's get the fuck outta here!

Motherfuckers! Go, go, go!

Shoot him!

On the ground, now!

Let's go, Marito!

Son of a bitch.

-Get out.
-Let's go, man!

Take him away!

He knows what he's doing!

Move, Mario, move.

Get me outta here, please!

-Dios, where are you?
-James, get me outta here!

-Easy!
-Get me out!

-Relax, Juan Pablo!
-Mario, Marito.

Get me outta here, Mario!

Almost there!

SAN ONOFRE PRISON

Move slower, you fucking idiot!

-I'll wait!
-We had some issues losing the coppers.

What took you so long?

I just told you! You want us to bring
the cops here as an offering to you?

Fine. Furloughs are now
banned indefinitely!

-Are we clear?
-You gotta take risks, Antín.

If you can't stand the heat,
stay outta the kitchen.

Don't give me life advice,
you deadbeat piece of shit.

Take a shower and go to my office.
There's people waiting.

A quick shower and we'll be there.

Not you, shitstain. Your brother.

You change your diapers.

He can say what he wants. I don't care.

Stop that, man!

Whoop-whoop!

Take that!

Where's the cockroach?

These fuckers come to the courtyard
like it's theirs.

-Go, Colombia!
-I've had enough of these faggots.

Wanna beat them up?

Yeah, César, let's slash their faces
and poke that fucking ball!

-What do you say?
-They're sitting ducks.

Come on, you fag!

Get it.

Here, man.

Hand it over, dude.

This?

The basketball. Your balls are useless.

-Take that!
-You cunt!

-Slumfuck!
-Son of a bitch!

-Cocksucker, homo!
-Cunt!

-What the fuck's wrong with you?
-We're just teasing, Capece.

Is that so?

My granny used to say,
"Teasing leads to fucking."

-Your granny's right.
-Son of a bitch!

Shut your cornhole, slumfuck.

And you, painthead,

stop fucking around or the courtyard
is off-limits, got it?

-Get out.
-Baldie just saved your ass!

All of you fuckheads are next!

Fuck off, you backstabbing cunt!

Please shut the fuck up.

The courtyard's ours, fuckers!

It's ours!

Come on in, Mario.

It is my honor to present to you...

Mario Borges, an intern that's an example
of reincorporation into society.

As San Onofre's warden,
I'm very proud of him.

Mario, this is Eduardo Pardo,

a very important businessman in the city,

and Dr. Cayetano Lunati, Federal Judge.

Take a seat, Mario.

Antín told me you were an excellent
and honorable man.

It's the only way to survive in here.

You know the drill.

Cristian, Eduardo's youngest son,
arrives tomorrow.

A great boy who's an excellent friend
of Luna, my daughter.

He's not accustomed to this environment.

Since he's so good, what did he do wrong?

He fucked up.

An idiot.

He was drunk at the wheel and crashed.
This is him.

Two of his friends and two girls died.

Minors.

A huge fuckup.

-Pass the booze, come on.
-Come on, hand it over.

Pass the booze!

Greetings to all of you watching!
We're going to party!

Look out!

Sadly, the video went viral.

The media made it impossible
to minimize Cristian's responsibility.

You mean he couldn't escape this.

Right.

I'll keep your boy safe.
He'll feel like he's in a nun's school.

What do I get in return?

Antín, could we have a moment alone
with Borges?

I'll gladly leave.

I will mind my own business.
Please excuse me.

Eduardo is willing to pay you
a fair and reasonable amount.

Right. A fair and reasonable amount.

Excellent. But...

I want something else besides money.

We're buddies now,
and you're a man of the law.

A man of political influence.
That's not lost on me.

What do you want, Borges?

My freedom.

And my brother's freedom.

It's one thing what the media says,
or what my wife's family says.

But I feel there are many
who sympathize with me.

I get many letters of support.

Many from women who

want to be my girlfriend.

Really?

Honest to God.

Do you ever regret what you did?

The thing is, you never met them.

They were three damned cunts.

My wife...

most of all, my mother-in-law
and my sister-in-law--

That's no reason to kill them.
You could've moved.

Sure.

But they made my life a living hell.

Do you know what it's like
to live with people like that?

People who belittle you constantly?

Let her go!

They mocked me
because I'm a man of habit.

They called me a "fucking fairy."

"Cockatoo."

"Faggy pants."

The irony of all this
is that everyone respects me here.

They respect me
for what my family mocked me for.

I understand.

Recognition is a big deal.

So is regretting your past actions.

I regret it, of course I do.

I should've moved away like you said.

But what's done is done.

Now I must serve my sentence here.

You know something?

I'd rather spend the rest of my life
locked in this shithole

than spend one more minute
with those soul-shattering cunts.

I think we're done for today.

Thank you.

Remember what I asked?

Yes.

Sorry, I have a lot on my mind...

-Absolutely not. It's on the house.
-Please take it.

I insist.

One hand washes the other.

The pills are the usual, downers.

These capsules are uppers.

Go easy with that. It's speed.

Enjoy.

Focus. Don't lose the rhythm.

This is useless.

Legs are just as important as the arms.

You need stamina and quick reflexes.

Hit the bag for a while.

Hips, Pasco.

Make him lift his hands, Bruni.

Hands up. Move your hands up, come on.

Your head, Trincheta.

What's going on, Bruni?

Tonight's the match.

Tonight?

The kid ain't ready.

What the fuck do I care?

Tonight's the night.

Why are you doing this?

What's the problem, Bruni?

Your job's to train him,
not to think. Okay?

These are fucking amateurs.
What do you care if they're ready?

This isn't right.

What we do isn't right?

Who does things the right way here?

If you have a problem,
talk it out with Borges.

Okay?

Come on, people, let's go!

Stop drinking.
You're like a fucking sponge!

Stop busting my balls.

This is the real stuff,
not that cat piss you always give me.

You gotta behave.

Take care of the kid. Don't fail me.

When is he getting in?

Tomorrow.

Protect him with your life.

His dad has a lot of pull.

Keep him near. Make a nice room for him.

He's handsome, so protect him
from getting assfucked.

Don't bust my balls.
I'll treat him as my own son.

How much did you get?

How much are your bodyguard fees?

What's important is not how much I got,
but what I got.

-What I got.
-And what is that?

The judge promised
to free me and my brother.

To free you? What are you rambling about?

Take a picture of this pretty face,
'cause I'll be gone soon.

Are you nuts? Freedom?
Are you leaving an empty cell?

I'm old, Antín.

You gotta be inside.
You'll fuck things up from the outside.

I control you from in here.

You have your businesses here,
and your cut.

-What about my cut?
-Nobody touches that.

Then you can go fuck yourself
with a beer bottle.

Here's to that.

It's time.

On your knees.

On your knees!

This fucker truly reeks of shit.

I still don't understand
how he's still alive.

Is our guy ready?

-As always, Chief.
-Great.

Here. Antín bets 300 on the usual guy.

What a cheap fuck.

-Let's go, fuckers!
-Here's 100. Remember me!

Hey, this is the Borges' spot, man!

Go, get the money away from here.

ONLY ROUND

-We got everything?
-Yeah.

This is gonna be good.

Shall we begin, Mario?

Ladies and gentlemen...
and those faggots over there!

Come on, Morcilla, I'm anxious!

Straight outta skid row!

He grew up fighting for his life!

I give you...

the Beast!

And now, tonight's special...

Locked in the darkest depths
of the bunker...

lives and breathes...

for our amusement...

the great undisputed champion,

courtesy of Mario and Diosito Borges...

Here he is...

Pantera!

Easy, folks.

You'll start right away.
Go ahead, get ready.

Come. Get out.

Why don't you bite this, you faggot?

Bring her over here.

No, no, no!

No! Please!

Leave me alone.

No, no, no!

Why the long face? Did someone die?

Right. Your fighter lost.

What happened, you eat a clown?

You watched it from your chief's office?

-My chief?
-Yeah.

Antín can go fuck himself.

I've been asking for a raise for a year,
and the cunt won't give it to me.

So what? Go to a shrink's office.

-I think you're too ambitious.
-And you have no ambitions at all?

Just killing the Borges brothers.

But that'll never happen.

You're too young to lose faith.

Never say never.

César, come here.

Come on, man.

What's up?

We have a fresh one coming in tomorrow.

He's the son of a big fish. Lots of cash.

Antín and Borges settled
for a lot of money to protect him.

Do you know what that means?

If anything happens to that kid...

the Borges are in deep shit?

And fucking Antín, too.

This fucking stream looks like
a midget is pissing on me.

Listen up, idiot.

Some cumstain's coming in today.
Eduardo Pardo's boy.

Who the fuck's Eduardo Pardo?

Eduardo Pardo's a businessman,
some big kahuna.

His kid fucked up and got sent here.
We have to keep him safe.

He's our key to freedom.

All I can think about is the Colombian's
cousin's business right now...

What do I do?

You take care of that kid's safety.
It's very important.

Got it?

Finally.

-Finally what?
-You recognize my potential.

-That's why you're Diosito.
-Of course.

Okay, boys, let's unload the truck
as fast as possible.

Move your asses, boys!

'Sup, Chicho?

Here's the thing.
These crates are special.

Some go to the front, some to the back.

Start looking. Ready, boys?

Fiorito!

What's up, idiot? Don't you know
what goes in the back and in the front?

-Hey, I got mixed up.
-Don't talk to me like that, fairy.

Get over there.

Move your ass!

Business is booming.
Time to increase production.

-It's not that easy.
-Playing humble now?

You're a fucking awesome chef!

This is chemistry, Mario.

If I fuck things up,
the prison's going up in flames.

You're an expert.

You burned down your wife, your in-law...
Your neighbor escaped by an inch.

I didn't burn anyone.

The news spreads bullshit.

Anyway, increase the production.
End of story.

You're a firefighter now?
You were born an arsonist.

What's up with that, faggot?

Let's go, James.

What is it, youngling?

Are you entranced?

You feel like God from up here, right?

This is from your dad. It's for you.

There's clothes in there.

Toiletries... Use that soap to wash.

Don't use the prison's soap

because your balls will be as red
as a baboon's ass from the rash.

What do you have in there?

-Gummy teeth.
-What?

He also left you some cash.

Leave that to me.
If you need anything, let me know.

You're gonna get robbed here.
It's the same deal with the phone cards.

But if you wanna use the phone,
just crash on the couch and talk away.

Agreed? Capece!

Yes, Chief.

Take the kid to the Borges' cell block.

Give him special treatment,
will you, please?

Of course. Like every prisoner.

Don't be a smartass.
Not like every prisoner.

Special treatment. Nice, loving and sweet.

-Go.
-Let's go, kid.

Come with me.

-What are your cards, Juan Pablo?
-Seven of spades.

What the fuck's up with that?
I'm not playing with you!

Drop that for a bit.

What cards do you have?

My brother won.

Listen up!

A kid's coming to this cell block.

We don't know for how long,
but he's our guest. Be nice.

-Are we clear? No funny stuff.
-Yes, sir.

Borges.

Here's Antín's package.

Thanks, Capece. He's in good hands.

-If you say so...
-Yeah, go to the hair salon. Go on.

Here's the guy I was talking about.

Be hospitable.
Don't send him to the hospital.

Don't be idiots. Okay?

-She's a little princess.
-What the fuck's wrong with you?

My name's Diosito.

This is my brother.
He'll always save your ass.

You'll be living in this palace,
God knows for how long...

Anyhow, you'll have an escort
for the showers.

Same thing for the canteen.

You won't set foot in the courtyard.

If you wanna sunbathe,
we'll take you to the terrace.

And smile.

The first time in the joint is hard,
but you'll get used to it.

-I've had a joint many times.
-Right.

Nah, dude. "In the joint," imprisoned.

The first time in the joint.

What's your name?

Cristian.

-Huh?
-Cristian.

And what's your booger's name?

From now on, your name is Booger.

Come, let's find a spot for you.

This is my bed.

This could be yours so we're together.
We drop this shit.

Hey, that's my stuff!

Shut the fuck up, fag!
These magazines are disgusting.

So what?

Stop. I can sleep anywhere.

Or I'll ask my dad for a sleeping bag.

Better ask for a body bag!

Stop that, dude!

Take the kid sightseeing, Diosito.

Let's go, Booger. Leave your stuff here.

Listen up, Calambre.

Next time you play rebel,
I'll rip your balls off with pliers.

Are we clear?

Fuckhead.

What's so funny? I had 30, asshole.

Why did you end up here?

You never ask that.

It's the law.

I risked it for my brother.

That's why.

Gate!

And you?

You never ask that.

You're fast, Booger.

I killed my friends.

That's why I'm here.

It was an accident.

Gate!

-Good morning, girls! How are you?
-Hey!

Let's light some candles, huh?

Who's the pudding pie?

My great friend, Booger.

Divine!

-Hey, what about your brother?
-He ain't here.

Okay.

Let's pray to the dead, as always.

Your friend's gorgeous!

With that face,
you can get a condo in no time.

The girls are the bomb, Booger!

They used to hang out
with those Sub-21 fucks.

We took over a few years ago
and we got them here.

Let me know when you wanna fuck her.

You get a discount. Right, girls?

Certainly! Yes!

But I ain't gay.

I like women.

-You'll last 2 days.
-How sassy!

Booger, they're girls, not dudes.

Don't be prejudiced.

-Please educate him.
-Sure.

Sorry, girls.
He has a few things to learn.

-Let's go, Booger. We'll be back later.
-We'll be here!

How sassy!

-Antín!
-What's up?

-It's the boss.
-On the phone?

-She's on the stairwell.
-That cunt!

She told me she'd come in two hours.

She wants to catch me by surprise.
I know that fucking...

Estela Morales!

National Director of
the Federal Penitentiary Service.

Sergio Antín. How do you do?

-Good day.
-What a sight for sore eyes!

Capece, let's increase security
in cell block C.

Get cameras pointing at the entrance.

Thank you.

Bitch!

Estelita, what a delight.
You're looking great.

I was very pleased
when you were appointed.

Arriaga was useless, really.

Arriaga and Garófalo were
two pieces of shit

whom the Lord must always keep.

And never return. Fucking liberals!

Arriaga thought he'd become friends
with these criminal pieces of fuck.

Garófalo and Arriaga
were two liberal scumbags

who lacked correctional calling,
which we have in spades.

I enjoy having a fucking criminal
in a hole, paying for his fuckups.

Testify!

This is the workshop.

That's San Onofre's main income.

Many people die in here?
What's this used for?

Yep. We call it "the Tomb" for a reason.

I'm kidding, Booger. Don't be scared.

I'm not sure what's with the coffins.

Antín probably signed something
with the morgue.

They also make toys for kiddies.

-Careful, man.
-What are you touching?

-I'll pick it up.
-What's up, cocksucker?

Marcos!

You pick it up.

We cool?

We cool.

Ask us anything, Booger!

Make yourself at home.

How much do you make?

Well, here...

around 30 bucks an hour.

For real.

For real what?

Who's willing to work for that?

Let's bail, Booger.

Always stirring shit up. Let's go.

I can't punch every cunt
who wants a piece of you.

Or maybe I can.

It's better if we can avoid it.

Let's pop a game and see
if you're as cool as you say.

Listen, I'll be back in a bit. Stay put.

-Where are you going?
-The courtyard.

-Can I come?
-No, stay here. The courtyard's dangerous.

Watch the kid, nobody touches him.
I'll be right back.

Okay, I'm not a snitch
I'm hangin' with my homies

I ain't one of your cronies

Wanna get the fuck out
Take a motherfuckin' walk

I'm locked in, clock ain't tickin'

It's a menace, I wanna head back home

And take a walk around the hood

I'll head to the corner with my boys

Hangin' with boys and babes
Drinkin' wine

Waiting for somethin' to happen

We should make craft beer.

I like your entrepreneurial spirit.

What's up?

Sorry if I cut you off.

What's up, Diosito?

I'm here for the cut.

Hey! Why the rush? Tell me.

I don't trust your bookkeeping, Morcilla.

-Since I was in the hood...
-How you can say something like that?

After all this time
we've known each other?

Burning papers and shells

Even their ideals

-Look, Pedrito.
-What?

A puppy, the son of a businessman.

Go and get some info outta him.

Get information?

-'Sup?
-Smooth, my man.

We're smoking a little something,
you know. Doing some wine and shit.

Come on over, man.

I can't. I'm with Diosito.

Don't wanna be the Borges' cub?

No.

I'll be keeping count. I have the machine.

That's such a disgusting laugh.

Take those.

I'll deduct them
from next week's sale. Okay?

Deduct this one, too.

Bye, fatass.

Don't trust most of the things
they tell you.

One day, you're pampered and shit.
The next, you're a goner.

-Be careful!
-What's up?

-Is this guy bothering you?
-We cool.

Yeah, we cool. We cool...

Come on, man! Open the gate!

-Everything's fine here?
-Move along, man.

-I'm going. I'm going.
-Get out.

I'm off.

Hey, copper. I told you,
nobody gets near the kid, man!

Come on. Yeah, I know.

I also thought he was a kid
the first time. But he's a man.

He looks innocent, but he's a leech
that'll drain your balls.

Stay away.

Doctor, how nice to see you!
You look splendid, radiant.

It is my honor to introduce you
to the prefect Estela Morales,

National Director
of the Federal Penitentiary Service.

-How are you? Emma, right?
-Yes, nice to meet you.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yes, just a bit tired.
Some days tend to be a bit long.

I can imagine.

We'll let you get back to work.

Let's have a look
at San Onofre's achievements.

-So long.
-See you, Emma.

-They're here.
-Beer!

Sit over here. Tell me...

Where did this asshole take you?

What do you care, Marito?
It's our business.

Let the kid speak. He knows how to talk.
He's an adult.

We went everywhere. The workshop...

The kitchen...

-We saw the shemales.
-Yeah, the shemales...

Ginna asked me about you.

Are you fucking her?

Don't be such a clown
or I'll slap your head off.

Don't fuck with the kid's head,
or you'll be sleeping in the courtyard.

Got it?

Can I go with him?

I can handle filth.

What did you say? What's that?

I can handle filth.

How do you know the courtyard's filthy?

This asshole took you.

-No, Mario.
-Are you a fucking idiot?

Nothing happened!

I told you he's to stay out
of the courtyard!

You had one task
and you couldn't handle it!

I didn't take him! I had an errand to run.

He stayed indoors. I didn't take him.

-Am I wrong, Booger? Explain!
-There's nothing to explain!

This fucking asshole's responsible.

There are many big things at stake,
you fucking idiot!

For fuck's sake, Mario!
He didn't go to the courtyard!

Don't bust my balls, man!

Booger, tell him how it went down!

-I stayed inside. I didn't go out there.
-See, fuckface?

You go apeshit over nothing!

Fuck! If you tell me to take care of him,
let me do it without busting my balls.

Let's go, Booger. Move!

One other thing, man...

If you're fucking Ginna, be my guest.

We don't care if you turn
into a flaming faggot.

Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch!

Fucking asshole!

Cunt, the next time you ask someone
about me, you're dead. Are we clear?

-Mario, you're hurting me!
-I'm not a fag!

-What happened before was a mistake.
-Let go of me.

Don't ask about me.

Forget my name. Are we clear?

You fucking slut!

Hear me out!

Pedrito, you'll go
to the Borges' cell block door.

-Right.
-A guard will be waiting.

The coast is clear.

You'll walk quietly
so nobody hears you. Okay?

-Okay.
-You'll go there and walk quietly

until you get to where the Borges sleep.

You'll head straight to Cristian's bed.

Don't let them hear you.

He'll be very quiet.

Tell him there's a Sub-21 party
in the courtyard.

-Okay.
-We're waiting for him.

I trust you.

Let's go, boys!

Let's go, fuckers!

Man, what a horrible joint.

César, here's what you asked for.

Let's see.

Have I ever let you down?

You finally scored something good!

From the other side of the court!

I'm not afraid of him.

I thought he was a kindergarten kid
the first time I saw him in the courtyard.

I wanted to take him to his mom
and all that.

But no, he's not a kid.

He almost stabbed me.

I was scared shitless.

Booger, what the fuck? I'm losing 3-0!

Maybe a button's busted.

There, it's the joystick.

Maybe that was it. I'll catch up.

Fatso, your phone's ringing!

Are you deaf? Pick up the phone!

Just a minute, Booger.

Are you deaf? It's Gladys.
Are you answering or what?

Hey, Gladys.

No, it's Diosito.

Yeah, he's here.

Fatso.

-Hello?
-Mario!

What's with that voice, baby?

-Is there something wrong?
-No.

No, what's going on?

Listen...

The Colombians came, just like you said.

-There's something for you.
-Ain't that nice.

A little, a lot? What?

Plenty.

I'm weighing it.

Remember how much my Aunt Chola
used to weigh?

Around 90 kilos.

What do you mean with the Chola thing?

Like Chola when she dropped
the diet, baby!

Oh, baby. Fantastic news.

We gotta celebrate.

-Colombia!
-Colombia!

Let's celebrate, Booger!

I don't know why we're laughing, but...

Let's go!

Faggots, celebrate with your girlfriend!
We're moving up!

How much, Marito? 90 kilos?

How many of these bags is that?

Go, Diosito, go!

Party, you faggots! Cheers!

-Can I have a toke?
-Cheers, Booger!

-Cheers. Can I have a toke, please?
-Yeah, party on, Booger!

Not a fucking chance, no.

Your father and I agreed that you have
to leave as clean as you entered.

Have a beer, jerk off with your ears,
but not this.

-Let's go!
-Yeah!

Cheers, you fucking fags!

This is the best part, dude!

Yeah, man, just a whiff!

He's back!

This is the Sub-21 gang, motherfucker!

Wake up, man!
What the fuck happened with the party?

Don't be a bore!

Wake up, asshole!

There's no girls so you go to sleep, huh?

I'll fuck you one by one!

-Don't be a dick, Barny!
-Fuck off, man.

-Turn off the light. I wanna sleep.
-This is a disgrace, Mario!

-Fuck!
-Be careful with that faggot, man.

Assholes! You talk about partying,
then what?

I do coke, drink beer,
and then you want me to go to bed?

-Let's drink some guaros.
-Nah, some shots.

Don't be a dick, Booger!
Stop listening to that fucking shit.

Let's go!

Holy water... next time I'll piss on you!

That does it.

I'll lie down and look at the ceiling.

Sleep, I'll take care of you.

Marito!

Let me sleep, for the love of fuck.

Fuck off!

Gay tub of lard!

Open up, you pig son of a bitch!

Thank you, slave!

Easy, dude.

Let's go to the courtyard.

There's a party with hookers,
the whole deal.

You wanted freedom? Here it is, dog.

Follow me, bro.

Come. We have everything
you can imagine, bro! Come on!

In the slums, everybody knows that
I'm the craziest motherfucker around, man!

Move along, move along!

Hey, there.

After you, bro.

César, I got the kid, my man.
Go on in.

Come in, bro. I'm César, what's your name?

Cristian.

Come in, bro. Make yourself at home.

Welcome him, you idiot.

We're the Sub-21 gang, bro.

I'm gonna teach you something.

If a guy treats you like shit,
don't treat him like a king.

Let him come in.

Bring him in.

That's it, bro. Don't be afraid.

That's it, man!

I like him. Let's give him
a round of applause, man!

Cool, man.

You're cool, man.

We'll take good care of you.

Come on, man! Let's keep partying!

You'll always have a great time here.

Youth, organization, you know?

Come anytime, man. Absolutely.

Sub-21. You know what I mean?

It's on the house, man!

There you go!

Treat him nicely. He's just a puppy!

The kid! The kid!

Where the fuck's the kid?

I told you to take care of him,
for fuck's sake!

Here, have a smoke.

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