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EVENTS AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL, ANY LIKENESS TO REALITY IS COINCIDENTAL.

Where was it?

- Did it fly away? - Yes.

What? When?

I know that face.

Is it tasty?

Yes!

Draw me a banana.

A banana?

- Do you know what his name is? - What?

Come here. Slowly.

IN THE MUD

LA QUEBRADA PENITENTIARY

Let's go, girls. There's nothing to see here.

No, get back. Let's go.

There's nothing to see here. Let's go.

It's María.

They killed her. They set us up. They knew everything.

Holy shit! I told you.

Where is Cachete?

That bitch betrayed us.

She's with The Galician now.

They're coming for us all.

What now, Gladys? What's next?

We need to get together.

We must be ready.

An inmate beaten to death.

Duarte hung from a hook.

I want to know what the hell is going on here!

No one's talking.

Damage control, Daniel.

I have to tell Faccia.

- I have a meeting with him tomorrow. - Okay.

- The body? - Nothing out of the ordinary.

They'll take it to the cemetery, where the family can bury it.

The pantry is now spotless. Just like nothing had happened.

- There's no autopsy. - No. Duarte had been ill for a long time.

Her latest test results are in her file.

Well, now that Duarte is dead...

Be prepared, okay?

"I confess I've stolen money,

paper, pens, fruits, and other things."

I didn't steal anything.

"It's necessary to say yes

to our parents or others."

"For having caused loss--"

What are you looking for?

Did you lose something?

No, nothing. I mean, actually, yes.

I lost Bubi.

- Your bunny rabbit? - Yes.

That dirty rag you drag around everywhere?

- Is that what you mean? - Don't call Bubi a dirty rag.

Dirty like your conscience.

- Huh? - Yeah. Why are you looking here?

Here, the corridors, the canteen, the bathrooms, the dorms. Everywhere.

- Who sent you? - No one.

Did you come to confess to the Lord?

What Lord?

This one.

Oh, no. As if I'd confess to the Lord.

- Not at all. - Tell the truth.

I am.

What do you know about what happened to María?

Everyone knows what happened to María, that...

- Tell me about that. - They killed her. Everyone knows that.

But you wander all around the prison.

You hear everything. You talk to everyone.

You wander around the prison too.

Do I have better ears than you?

You know that lying is a sin, right?

- So? - You're a liar.

- I'm not a liar. - Yes, you are a liar.

- Don't call me a liar. - You lied before, and you're lying now.

You said that you lost your rabbit,

but I'm sure you killed it like you killed your son.

- What? - Yes.

Careful what you say, old bitch. I didn't kill anyone.

- Guards! - I killed my old man.

And do you know why?

He'd touch me like you touch kids. That's why I killed him.

He was a degenerate like you. Let me go!

She's the one you should seize. Idiots!

- Degenerate bitch! - Nutcase.

I'll kill you.

- Go away, nutcase! - You'll end up in hell, fucking old bitch!

Who could've done such a thing?

- It's appalling. - Evil.

They stabbed her. I didn't see who, but I bet it was The Galician.

Don't say that. I'm scared shitless of her, I swear.

That girl has us all scared shitless.

Be careful, and watch your backs

because one of us is next.

- No! Don't say that. - Yes.

Out the way, for fuck's sake.

What's that stench in here? God!

It smells like a fishmonger's.

Is there no incense or anything?

Yeah, incense to get rid of the bad energy. It's disgusting.

Look who we have here.

The queen of erotic videos.

Hey, girl, I'm talking to you.

Give us a twirl.

- We want to take a look at you. - Fuck off.

Stupid model.

If The Galician tells you to twirl,

you twirl, fool.

Yes, get used to it. I don't like repeating myself.

From now on, I make the rules. You, you're in charge of all this.

You'll be my mouthpiece.

Are we in or not? I can't hear you. What are those faces for?

- Cheer up, for fuck's sake. - What the hell is going on here?

I just came to see how business is

and to tell you how we're going to do things from now on.

You can carry on running this whorehouse, but I get half of what you earn.

I'm so funny. I do jokes too.

- How funny. - Yeah.

Not a chance.

We had a deal.

But if you want to look after yourself, go right ahead.

Maybe you should get some rest after everything you've been through.

What I do is none of your business.

Either we're partners, or I'll fuck you up.

Let her go, bitch.

We weren't scared of María, and we're not scared of you.

Stay out of it. This is between Lalo, Lefty, and me.

Go enjoy your last days as an old woman.

What does Lalo have to do with this?

Call him. He'll tell you if he can still speak.

He's not picking up.

- What the fuck did they do? - Fucking cunt!

Don't you deserve something better?

What are you talking about?

That old guy.

Oh.

Are you jealous?

How's your little boy doing?

Listen, I have a question for you.

If I wasn't in prison,

then what?

Would things be different?

Don't play with me, Delorsi.

I thought you wanted that.

What happened?

- What did they do to you? - The Galician's henchmen paid me a visit.

They broke in at dawn while I was asleep.

They smashed everything up.

I even gave them what I had buried out back.

Were you alone? What about the dogs?

I was careless.

The dogs...

Oh, that bitch.

Sons of bitches.

We have to get rid of that bitch.

No, don't do anything.

She's more vicious than The Crow.

And the accounts?

They have everything.

They have us by the balls.

We have to do something. I can't stand this.

No, he said not to do anything.

Leave us alone.

I'm in shock.

Tell me what to do.

Do whatever she says.

I don't even know where I'm sleeping tonight.

Forgive me, Fabi.

I failed you.

I held on as long as I could, but they beat me all night long.

Forgive me.

It's over.

The business is done.

Look at me.

Lie low for a while.

Victoria and I will figure out what to do.

- No. - What did we say?

What's ours is ours, and no one touches it.

Yes or no?

You lie low. I'll call you at some point.

Okay.

That bitch.

Nobody messes with my girl. I mean it.

Tangerines in Colombia are worse.

You have them?

Yes, but not like these. They're bitter.

Of course.

- Hi. - What's up, Gla?

Make no mistake,

that bitch is up to no good.

I caught her in our block the other day looking at the babies.

Oh man.

Although, after what she did to María,

I think we should make amends with her.

I already said everyone can do whatever they want.

You included.

Okay.

Me too?

See you. Wait for me, Doc.

Let's go, everyone up. Get in line.

Let's go. Quickly! Let's go.

- Let's go. - Not you, Lefty.

Vilches, not you.

Borges, you stay.

I want to know what happened to María.

Of course, I knew you wouldn't say a word.

You have codes, and I respect them.

I know you.

But I want you to know

that La Quebrada is my house.

I won't let you ruin

everything that I've spent years building.

You have connections outside,

but so do I.

Don't you forget.

How are you coping?

Trying not to kill myself.

Why? As if you know what I've been through.

Why would I mess with that old--

María.

If only they'd killed me when they tried.

They'd have spared me all the shit I'm going through.

Leave.

No, not you, Borges. Stay.

María told me that I could trust you.

Soriano told me that the doctor gave you a checkup

and that you need a biopsy.

I want you to know that you can count on me

for anything you need.

I hope you'll do the same for me.

María really trusted you.

I hope she wasn't wrong.

No. I'm so anxious, I couldn't eat a thing.

- Did she take her for the whole weekend? - At first, they took her on Saturday.

But that wasn't enough. She wanted to go on the carousel.

Then she stayed with them for longer.

Fine, but did they ask you for permission?

Permission? All they did was let me know.

But, well, what can I say?

"Bring her back. I want her locked up in here with me."

Poor thing. Why should she have to pay for her mom's mistakes?

Look, the blonde may have all the money in the world,

be the governor's wife, however you wanna dress it up,

but you are Brisa's mom. Okay?

Anyway, what about you? When are you going to the doctor?

I have the biopsy in a few days.

Okay. You're taking care of things.

That's what you're doing.

Don't worry. Everything will be okay.

Look, there's no room for love stories in here.

Prison isn't the place for the weak or the sick. Agreed?

You have to be smart

if you don't want to end up hanging from a hook.

- Gladys. - What?

Look where we are.

Don't you think it's almost a miracle to feel something warm and fuzzy?

Let's see. What are you all going to do?

No.

My God, no.

Who's getting turned on by that?

Are you at church?

Who's getting turned on by that?

Hey, you.

Me?

Do you know what passion is?

Real passion?

Of course I know what passion is.

That's not what I'm seeing. You're faking it.

I don't want an act. I want something real.

Show me how passion is like a drug.

It ruins you, but you can't stop taking it.

You're addicted. You just can't stop.

I want to feel what I felt when I was on a heist.

Madness and danger with every breath.

The danger of knowing that any moment could be our last.

I want to see you bring back the passion I had with my man.

See if you can do something real.

Hello, Cecilia.

- How are you? - Good.

Well, this must be an urgent matter

since you're in the middle of elections.

- Come in. Sit down. - Yes.

All good at La Quebrada?

Well, yes. All good.

A long-standing inmate died.

María Duarte.

She was a powerful character, but it was a natural death.

- What a shame. - Yes.

Look, I called you about this.

- Yes? - Yes.

Take a look.

I don't know what this is.

Let me explain.

Have you been running a backdoor adoption scheme all these years

without telling me?

- I don't know what you mean. - Judge Romero is under investigation.

- And one of these reports... - Yes?

...has your name on it.

- Yes? - Yes.

There's a huge number

of adoption and child custody cases

that contain your recommendation.

And if that wasn't enough,

the judge says that you've been advising him

for 25 years.

Yes, it's true.

For about 25 years.

Well, I don't know exactly how long, but for a long time.

Well, you know that I'm always very concerned

about the children, right?

So, well, there are many mothers

who don't want their children

to spend their lives in prison, so they give them up for adoption.

In these cases, I talk to Judge Romero.

I know about your altruism and concern for the children.

- Yes. - But those papers mention bank accounts.

Now, I'm not judging you, Cecilia.

And don't go thinking I'm going to report you either.

But all of this will cost you something in return.

My wife and I want

to fully and legally adopt

Brisa Rubial.

That's going to be tricky

because I don't think the mother will want that, you understand?

There's history there.

But I'm sure

that you know how to convince her.

Please don't say anything.

- I have to. You're in labor. - No, please. They'll take it away.

- Don't tell anyone, please. - What's wrong?

Your water broke. You're going into labor.

- You're in labor. - No.

Go find Alan and Soriano.

Go on. Move it, Verónica!

Give her some space.

- Breathe. - Breathe, honey.

Breathe, dear. Come on, breathe.

Her contractions are really strong.

She's with them.

She's with them. Don't leave me with her, please.

Move! Come on.

- Relax. Come with me. - No.

Yes, take her. Go slowly.

Go straight to Soriano. Take her.

Easy, come with me.

You.

What were you whispering about?

Nothing! She said they're taking her baby away.

Weren't you scared to give birth?

She's just scared. That's all. I'm sick of you. Scram!

I don't want to see your face.

I don't want them to deliver the baby.

I know that this all seems crazy, but soon you'll be very happy.

No, you don't understand.

You don't understand. I don't want them to deliver the baby.

I'm scared. I wanted that before, but I changed my mind.

I don't want that.

I want to keep it.

They're going to take it from me.

They'll take it.

They'll take my baby away.

- All right. - Stay here.

Your contractions finally started. How are you feeling, dear?

She's very distressed.

From now on, no one's allowed in here.

Oh, your water broke already.

Listen to me.

We have to go to the other room. Come. Lean on me.

I'm going to help you. Lean on me.

Come.

Up you go.

Come.

A little more.

- A little more. Last one. Come on. - I can't!

Last one. Come on.

There we go. There.

That's it. There we go.

Oh, my baby.

Mommy's here.

Wrap him.

Give him to me, please.

My baby.

- Oh, my love. He's beautiful. - It's a boy.

- No! Give him to me! - Relax, honey. It'll be okay.

- We talked about this. - Why won't you give him to me?

- Yes, relax. - No. Don't take him away.

Nothing's going to happen. Everything will be okay.

- I'll wait for you in my office. - I'll finish up.

No. Don't take him, please.

No!

Don't take him away! No!

- No! - Relax.

No!

When he grabbed me, he bashed my head against a column.

I fell down.

He started hitting me.

Everything went black,

and... that's the last thing I remember.

Him on top of me, hitting me.

That's all I know.

Okay.

We'll need to build a more solid defense because that won't be enough.

They're accusing you. You must defend yourself.

Defend myself? You're defending me, right?

Yes, I'm defending you. I'm on your side.

But you need to understand that a judge is judging you.

Okay? There's a law that's supposed to be above all of us.

Right? Above me, you, your brother-in-law.

And the judges as well.

But, in reality, it doesn't work that way.

It's the judge who decides.

And it seems to me that the judge is leaning more

towards what Martín's family is saying.

- Hey, dear. - Hi, honey.

Hi, sweetie.

Keep your distance.

What we need to do now is get the judge

to take into account your version of the facts, okay?

Our version.

So you have to make her believe you.

And make her doubt Martín's brother's version.

It's just that what Darío said is true.

But it's just one part, not the whole picture.

You hid things, and that's just as bad as lying.

Darío testified and made you look like a liar.

In order to change that, even though it was your boyfriend who died,

we have to prove that you were the victim

throughout the relationship.

And not only do we have to prove that,

we have to reconstruct what happened that night.

How can I reconstruct a night that I don't remember?

I told you everything I remember.

That's it.

I need you to watch this.

They're the audio files and videos downloaded from Martín's cellphone.

How are you doing, honey? Made any friends yet?

Do you think that I'm on a class trip? Are you serious?

I just want to know how you're doing.

I'm just asking you to take care of the boy, okay?

Yes, we're taking good care of him.

He's going to school. He has friends. He's eating.

Right?

- He's fine. - "We're taking care of him"?

- Yes. - Who is "we," Claudia?

Are you back with Charlie?

No! That idiot.

No, that's over.

I'm with Roque now.

Oh, he must be a saint.

He is a saint.

He works from dawn to dusk.

I don't even see him.

He treats me like a queen and this one like a prince.

Look at the new sneakers I bought him.

Wow.

Listen to me. I ask you how you are because I worry.

Honey, let yourself be loved.

Don't start with that crap, okay?

Claudia, swear that, no matter what, you'll keep looking after the boy.

But I swear.

- Swear. - I swear.

I swear.

But there's something you're not telling me.

You just look after the boy and yourself, okay?

I'll be out of here as soon as I can.

He needs a haircut.

Did you get lice?

- No, I use a fine comb. - Never.

CHRIST OUR SAVIOR PROTECT ME

Go and find someone else to bother.

I'm just doing my job, Galician. Do you understand?

As far as I can tell, you work for the highest bidder.

That's not a nice accusation.

Well, a lot has changed lately.

Your business has gone south since María died.

It's true.

I can help you make some money.

Lefty has been a pain in my ass lately.

I need some peace.

I'll think about it.

What's up, Lefty?

Since when are you so jumpy?

- Here's what Lalo sent you. - Fine.

- Poor guy. They really messed up his face. - He got into a fight during a match.

A match? Is that what it was? And what about you, Lefty?

A little birdie told me that you're working for The Galician now.

Is that true?

That bitch wants to change the rules.

I won't let her mark her territory.

Don't you realize that Moranzón doesn't care about what you want?

That's why I pay you to help me.

Is that all?

That's what we agreed.

Yes, our agreement was for me to have your back and smuggle supplies.

Not to keep you from going from pimp to servant.

That's worth more, Lefty. You know it.

Use your imagination, Lefty. How can we do this?

What's in it for me?

You know what I think?

- What? - You're a low-life cop.

I'll report you for the cash we gave you. They'll lock you up.

- You bitch! - Let me go!

Fucking shit, stay still.

Let me go.

Fuck! I'll break your neck.

Quiet. Hush.

You lose. Nice and quiet.

There we go.

That's it.

For fuck's sake.

Report me, huh?

Go on, report me, you fucking slut.

Fuck you.

Is this how you make your videos, huh?

You like that, whore? Huh, bitch?

Nothing happened here, you hear me?

Look at me. Turn around, bitch.

Look at me, motherfucker.

Nothing happened here, okay?

Not a word, huh?

Filthy whore.

My son.

My son. Where's my son?

- Where's my son? - Have a sip. You're still--

- I don't want it. Where's my son? - What are you doing?

Don't get up. You'll get dizzy.

- Where's my son, asshole? - We talked about this.

You raped me. You set this up to take my son away from me.

- Relax. - Give me my son!

I won't calm down.

You won't calm down? I'll make you calm down.

Where's my son?

- Come. - No!

Why don't you girls listen to me?

I don't get it. Is it that difficult?

Well, there you go.

Are you calmer?

Even calmer?

There, goddamn it. Shit!

What is it?

Cecilia, we have a problem.

Those are Noelia's things, right?

What happened? Where is she? Did they transfer her?

How was the birth? Where is the baby?

The baby is fine.

And Noelia?

Noelia died.

What?

I don't know if she's in heaven or hell, but she's not here anymore.

No, what do you mean? No. What? How?

But what happened? She was fine.

What happened?

I don't know.

Oh no.

Noelia died.

- How? - I don't know. I don't get it.

I don't understand. She was so upset and distressed.

She asked me for help. She wouldn't let go.

She said she didn't want them to take her baby.

How could she die?

But how? She was fine.

I have no idea.

Was she the one that Moranzón took out to eat?

Yes, the skinny pregnant one.

- You remember? - Yes, I remember her.

- Oh no. - Okay, calm down.

Rubial.

Let's go. Your daughter is back.

- Just now. - Go. Come on.

Oh, look who's here.

Sweetie.

I miss you so much every time you leave.

Well, the governor and his wife

said that they had a great time.

That's great. Excuse me.

No, I wanted to talk to you quickly.

- Can we? - Right now?

Can I put her to bed first?

No. Let's talk for a minute.

Okay. Come here, sweetie.

Do me a favor.

Sit there nice and quiet while I talk to the lady.

I'll be back in a minute.

Well, okay. Let's talk.

Look, with all due respect, Warden.

I'm very uncomfortable with this whole situation.

They take her out,

but they never bring her back on time.

- I was worried sick all day. - Of course.

And, honestly, I want you to know how grateful I am

for everything you're doing for us.

But I don't want them to take her again.

The governor's wife is very kind and nice to my little girl.

I won't deny that.

And don't think I'm being ungrateful.

But I don't want her to go with them again. She stays with me.

Well, I don't know if I can promise that.

What do you mean?

Well, the thing is, the governor and his wife have offered

to formally adopt Brisa.

Adopt her?

No, ma'am. You didn't say anything about that.

Listen, you know that you can only keep Brisa here

until she's five years old.

And you also know that you have a much longer sentence.

Have you thought about when they come to take her away?

Have you thought about who you're gonna give her to?

You don't know anyone here in Argentina.

You have no relatives or friends here, no one.

It's the best option.

May I leave?

Excuse me.

Let's go, baby. Time for bed. Come.

Oh, what a tramp. That's disgusting.

Fucking tramp.

What are you doing?

- Earning my keep. What else? - Will you do me a favor?

Yes, honey. What do you need?

Plug this in, please.

- The cyber store is closed. - Come on.

I'm joking.

You have no sense of humor.

Facing this way. I don't want anyone to see.

You beat the crap out of her. She came home all black and blue.

How I fuck my girlfriend is none of your business.

She started crying, and we ended up having sex.

She told me that you two had sex. I was forced to beat her.

I made her get on her knees and apologize.

Martín, she turned up all bruised again.

Enough. This is getting out of hand. She doesn't like it anymore.

It's no fun.

Stay out of it, pussy.

Jerk-off, you have no idea. Dominatrix.

Now open this one.

Yes.

Close it. Open this one.

- This one? - Yes.

Close it. Now open this one.

Son of a bitch.

Is something wrong?

No, just making rounds.

- I just heard what happened to that girl. - Yes.

It's so sad, isn't it?

It really is.

But it's like I'm always telling you.

Their bodies are damaged.

And, well, pregnancies have their risks.

Yes.

Carry on with your rounds. I have to talk to Soriano.

These are God's commandments.

God's.

It says, "Thou shalt honor thy father and mother."

And then, what does it say?

"Thou shalt not kill."

But nowhere does it say, "Thou shalt not fuck your kids."

That's why the son of a bitch fucked me.

Because it wasn't forbidden.

I don't know how long she'll be like this.

They dosed her up to calm her down, but she's still the same.

That fucking nun did something to her.

- Definitely. - Yes.

Gladys, this cabinet was María's. I sent all her things to her sister.

Use it. It's yours.

Okay, thanks.

Either way, let's leave everything as it was.

Okay.

Take her for a walk to distract her. How about that?

- Should I take her to eat? - Yes.

Piquito, should we go eat?

Barbecue and fries?

You're not hungry?

Let's go. Come with me.

I called you over a hundred times, asshole.

Why don't you answer the phone?

Are you an idiot? Are you sleeping?

Don't say a word. Suck my dick.

Fuck you, goddamn it.

Don't hang up on me again, you fucking bitch.

Don't hang up...

No, son of a bitch.

I'll beat your ass, fucking bitch.

Son of a bitch. What is this?

Are you going to stop talking nonsense?

First, stop cursing.

And then apologize.

Okay, I'm sorry. I lost my shit.

I apologize.

I'm listening.

Sit down.

This is going to blow your mind.

Remember Moranzón and the pregnant girl?

The baby was born.

So what? Congratulations.

Listen to me.

She was going to give the baby up for adoption,

but she changed her mind at the last minute.

We just found out that she died giving birth.

Since I've been in La Quebrada, two girls have died this way.

Now, I ask you, Antín, and I ask myself,

where do those babies go?

Subtitle translation by: Fernanda Avalos B