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A NETFLIX FILM

DEDICATED TO
FERNANDO ARREOLA FRANCO

Some bullets pass by.
Others shoot you down.

But they all puncture our existence.

On the way, we protect ourselves
with whatever armor we have.

I had a space suit,

full American football equipment
to soften the blows of prison

during this first expedition.

The nation's prison system
is an example to the world.

Years ago Switzerland, Sweden and
Mexico

began campaigns
to modernize incarceration.

Today, we are proud that Mexico City
prisons set an example to the world.

We've tried to change the prison
dynamic. With our American football team,
named the "Dogs,"

for the first time in 20 years in
Mexico's prisons and in police history,

a police chief is providing
all of our equipment.

That's a source of great satisfaction
for me.

November 8th, 1979.
Put the right date on your checks today.

20 years ago today,
my dad gave my mom a huge beating. She fell down the stairs, pregnant.
That's how I came into the world.

My first escape.

An expert in breakouts, I ran away
from kindergarten, school, home...

But not from juvie.
That's where I found my friends.

We always met
in front of the juvie judge.

Then from one detention center
to the next.

It was like
we had a generational agreement.

Then, while sentencing me,
one of them said,

"Don't worry, Easy Rider.
Grab your equipment.

You're off to the big house now."

Shift change!

"No friends there."

This is the prison, gentlemen.

You're in Santa Martha now.

You've got to ask for everything.

Or is there a badass among you?

Because we've got
pretty little cages for badasses.

Check your balls at the door.
Roll call three times a day.

-Answer everything with "Yes, sir!"
-Yes, sir!

Now it's time to strip, ladies.

On the count of "three." One...

Two...

And...

They were only wrong about me once,
the first time.

I was a kid, not a thief.

BASED ON A TRUE STORY

The new ones arrived without incident,
sir.

What's this?

Sir, I heard there's a team here.

Spread your cheeks.

Next.

Chief? How long have you been here?

48 years.

When I arrived, I was like you.

Counting every year, every day,
every idea to get out of here.

They call me Burrero.

But everyone knows me
for trying what no one else did.

On the afternoon of August 18th, 1971,

the prison was deserted.

Everyone was watching a movie
in the auditorium.

Except Mr. Kaplan, his friend Castro
and me.

I followed them discreetly,
like I'd been doing for years.

Suddenly, there it was.

My hope was descending slowly.

We all ran towards it.

But even hope wants to be free.

Step aside.

Hold still.

Chief?

Do me a favor.

A cup.

Dented skillet.

Water until toads
are coming out of their asses!

You're not in Santa Martha to sleep!

You're here to shape up, so get tough.

We've got a hole
for cocksuckers who get out of line.

150 tender new chickens at Santa
Martha. We'll teach them a thing or two.

Here, we respect visitors.

No bloodshed here, you sons of bitches!

Let me fuck him up.
I'm not armed, I'm clean, man.

Go for it, tough guys!

No fucking janitor touches me, faggot!

I'll show you who's tough.

Santa Martha is no cakewalk.

I would slit my wrists

And pour my blood at your feet

To show you my love
Could not be greater

And then die afterwards

Yet your blue eyes...

Listen, Combate.

To get to a different world,

you've got to think different, buddy.

Palafox, knock off the radio!

Nothing but shadows
Caressing my hands...

To get to a different world?

There!
To hell with Yankee imperialism, right?

To hell with it!

To hell with it.

"To get to a different world."

This endless drama

Nothing but shadows

Between your life and mine

Nothing but shadows

Between your love and mine

We're going to make history.

The Santa Martha Dogs are living proof

that rehabilitation is possible.

I'll now hand over to Mr. Guillermo
López,

thanking him once again

for honoring this prison
with his presence.

You're too kind, General Antolín.

Let's take advantage of the abundance

and realize projects...

-Mr. Vaca, El Negro's getting impatient.
-Stop nagging, Florecita.

Thanks to the President's generosity,
our sport is now a national project!

Mexicans, we are one nation!

As head of the National Sports
Institute...

it is my privilege to inform you

that the Mexican League
of American Football

has asked me to invite you, the Dogs,

to participate
in next season's tournament!

Now you're talking, Memo López!
Long live National Sports!

Dogs, Dogs, Dogs!

It took hard work to get here.
Now prove that you deserve it.

If you're true champions,
you have my support.

We're going to send you outside to play.

Now you're talking, boss! That's right!

Dogs, Dogs, Dogs!

I'll be glad when that dog's dead.

All you really need is a sponsor.

And your sponsor...

is me.

-Florecita was meant to be the sponsor.
-They won't be pushovers.

The League guys are pros.

That's why we'll wring their necks. Thanks to princesses like you.

-And because we're tougher.
-Think what they'll say.

"We're up against a bunch of cons."
They're gonna talk!

Listen, princess.
Here, you pay your debt to society.

You make a deal with God
for what you owe Him.

And what society owes you?

When you get out, you'll get your due.

In the meantime, you score a
touchdown.

You can't waste your life
locked up here.

Just what you have: down... Down...

Cut the crap. Get on with it.

Move it, fat mariachi!

This is the scum I'll be working with?

You can show me what you're worth.

Let's see how bad you are.

Professor Patiño is your new coach.

The Director supports you.

And I want to see results.

General Negro has been kind,

decent and sporting
to put you forward as a team.

So I want us to commit
to winning first place for him.

-Dogs?
-Yes, sir!

XHTV viewers,
Channel 4 is broadcasting live

from the majestic Palace of Fine Arts...

FOUR VILLAINS ROB TRUCK

Would you honestly change nothing?

I'd live my life over again, champ.
Exactly the same.

If I hadn't taken that bus,
I wouldn't be here.

My thing was football.

I even thought I'd be in the paper.

Don't make me cry.

I dreamed of flying.

But guess what? 845 days...

and I always wake up here.

Syringe, alcohol!

Rations!

What are you doing, asshole? Shut up!

Open up! Help!

From your uncle.

Thank him for me. How is he?

Very well.

Mom, I don't want to play anymore.

But sports are good for you.
You'll be fine.

Yeah, but I don't like football.

I'm just their punching bag.

-The doctor told us it's for the best.
-Sir?

-I'm not having fun here, Mom.
-My dear son.

The doctor said he'd see
what he can do for me.

Thanks.

Look, I pray for you every day.

-What's up?
-Hey.

-You play with the Dogs now?
-No, Doc gave it to me.

-Excuse me.
-He's been really cool to me lately.

Thanks, Doctor.

See you.

Sir?

I want to go straight.

Football will help me.

Give me a chance.

You're here for a lesson
you didn't get outside.

Rules must be followed.

Is that how you escape solitary?

First, rehabilitation.
We've got a long way to go.

-What are you in for?
-Car theft.

We're going to help you.

Oh, we had some good times back then.

-We fought a few times.
-You always beat me up.

-Your old lady made me.
-And you did as she said.

It was for your own good,
to keep you from the wrong crowd.

NO ENTRY

So?

-What's this about?
-You like to play football?

There's a kind of try-out.

Simon, what does it involve?

Take it easy, man.

-What are you in for?
-Car theft.

-Were you really good or what?
-Sweet-ass Datsuns, man.

What the hell are you looking at?
Chill out, man.

You're with me.

Now that I've got you here...

I need a favor.

I've got a date with my lady, so...

get me into this car?

It's sweet, right?

Cut the bullshit.

You'll do what you're told, right?

Open it, fucker!

Ten seconds.

Give him back his equipment.

Enrique Zambrano Reza,
but they call me "Easy Rider," captain!

You'll call me "Coach!"

And I don't give a shit
what they call you.

Move!

Let's see what this fucker's made of.

Let me know if he's any good.

Eight!

Four!

Fifteen!

Twenty-two! Two!

What is this?

Think you can hurt me? Bring it on!

So?

Still want to be a Dog?

Ten seconds is an eternity
for a player on the bench,

but not for a player
bleeding on the field.

We expect no less of you.

Give him his jersey!

He's a Dog.

Good work, Dog.

Now you're a Dog!

You're a goddamn nut. Fucking crazy!

What? Too fucked?

Let me warn you that I'm the jersey guy.

If you want yours...

you've got to race me over there.

Damn, Kaplan.

Ten seconds.

Then bye!

Ten seconds and a lot more brains.

Being free and famous? Not bad!

I just want to play.

I just want to get out.

What about you?

They call me "Quinto."

Hernandez Rojas Raul Alejandro!
You've got a visitor!

-See him?
-Uncle!

-I made this for you.
-Thank you.

Good morning.

What's up, daughter?

Dad! How are you, chief?

Combate.

I know who you are.

Take at least three.
That's why you're so skinny.

Find your grandfather. Family is sacred here.

What did you see?

Who was it?

Tell me the truth, asshole.

If you're not a dog... you're a cat.

There's a code of honor here,
and you respect it!

LOOK AT ME.
I'M A THIEF. I STOLE EGGS.

He was filthy and on drugs.

So we gave him his medicine.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

All right, Siqueiros, but no sadism. I'm in charge of the casino.
It's going well.

Some booze debts,
but we'll shorten their leash, sir.

Right.

Back your words up with your ass.

We're on the side of truth.

Assholes, but with principles.

The payment list?

Here's mine. For yesterday's pot.

-We're quits, then.
-Correct.

See you Sunday.

See this guy?

He's a Dog now.

Right, I'll get them, then.

Sorry about yesterday.

Don't worry, be happy.

My cool little rat!

When I'm set free,
I swear I'll take you with me.

Here's Softie! Who's betting on Softie?

What do I hear? Who's betting?

She's soft, but she's nobody's fool!

Rats are pests, Burrero.

How will we solve that problem?

Just like this, see?

We don't want that filth here.

Pretty groovy, right?

Yeah, but what about my rat races?

What's up, chief?

Burrero.

Whatever.

I brought my buddy to see you.

He's looking for enlightenment.

He had a really bad day.

I'm not selling my meds today.
I need them.

But you look so healthy! Listen...

there's a new game in town.

We have to broaden our horizons.

The rat races are over, Burrero.

Here's Pánfilo. Put him to work.

He'll get you tons of stuff.

That's his dose.
Without it he'll get the shakes.

Here, the crazy go sane, Burrero.

Here's the deal.

You'll owe nothing for two weeks.
I'll pay your taxes.

Come on.

Live a bit.

In this prison,
there's a Fourth Company.

There's a code of honor.

No pills.

No weapons. No uppers.

No heroin.

No glue.

No morphine.

Here...

nobody else...

will deal drugs.

Except for us, the Management.

Whoever wants pot will get pot.

Whoever wants booze will get booze.

Whoever wants coke will get it.

But the rest of it is off-limits!

Let's clean this place up.

From now on in Santa Martha,

no drugs unless distributed
by the Management

and no crimes
unless permitted by the Management.

We're done with the strongest

and those doing most time
bullying and humiliating others!

My security corps were overwhelmed.

From today,
the First, Second and Third Companies,

my three security corps,
will keep their roles,

but they will have no authority.

Today, the Fourth Company is born.

A group of inmates to uphold the law.

A special force.
The Management's eyes and hands.

This prison's only organized
and united group.

It was a new authority
with a new code of honor.

No killing, no bloodshed,

no extortion,
no persecuting people's families,

no heroin, pills, glue,
nor any other illicit drug.

The old gangs came in,

but they backed off to survive.

Power changed hands.

The Fourth Company had arrived.

And if you don't like it...

Here, you pay for your bed.

You pay for your water.

You pay for light.

The blanket... is on the house.

Combate?

Are you asleep?

Two in front and three behind!

He who runs, dies.

Them, their family...

and the ass-wipes that let him run.

It's not just for your sake.

It's for everyone.

Then let's all go.

I said, "down the middle!"

-I got down the field!
-You were out of bounds, asshole!

14 and 34 are closing in.

Don't screw up my rhythm. Let's go!

-What's that?
-Something I do, Loco.

I call it, "Get ready, lice.
Here's the comb."

You're up, Palafox.

You've crossed the line
between good and evil.

You know the difference
between winning and losing.

You showed me again that you ask for nothing.

You just take it.
Be it dignity, justice or honor.

Doom and virtue come
from the same egg, Dogs.

I'm proud of you. Let's celebrate.

We're dogs of war here, Colonel!

FEDERAL WOMEN'S PRISON

When I get out,
I'm coming to get all of you,

so have your flip-flops ready.

We're going to Acapulco!

You'll have to wait 20 Aprils for that,
Tripas.

Nothing but Marquis, OK?

Marquis, shorty!

And watch what you do, OK? One theft,
then we see you at Cabeza de Juárez.

He who runs, dies.

Them, their family and everyone
watching.

Do as I say, faggot. Now!

Hi, I want to report a broken phone
at Luis G. Urbina and Lafontaine Street.

-Check out the gear.
-Nice!

-Know how to get to Lafontaine?
-Yep.

They reported another broken phone.

-Theft of a blue Grand Marquis, correct?
-Yes.

-I'm sorry, what model?
-1979.

-When did it take place?
-Between 3 and 4a.m.

Car 2304 reporting... 1002 here. Copy.

Good evening, young man.

Watch out for muggers.

It's dangerous around here.

They're waiting at Cabeza de Juárez.
I'll escort you.

But open the door.

We'll take the stereo
and just keep this between us.

Next time I'll report you. Get moving!

OK...

That transmission needs to be fixed.

Doors here.

He's a good Dog,
but he takes everything so seriously.

I'm more relaxed.

But if I see a chance...

I take it.

If one escapes,

why not two?

Is it a deal?

Between scumbags.

My old man says she's OK.

But he spoils her,
and Sonya's too smart for her own good.

If I were there, I'd throw her
a Sweet Sixteen, too, though.

That little girl is growing up fast.

Now she's 16, but tomorrow she'll be 20.

Throw her a party, Palafox.

Tell me if you need anything.

Thank you, Colonel, but I've saved up.

Give me two big ones. Here comes
Tripas.

Everything in order, Colonel.
We swiped 20.

And the nut? Is he your friend?

No, sir.

He's quite the crook.

I've known him since he was a kid.
So we put him to work.

All right, Tripas. That's all.

Thank you.

Friendship gets harder with age,
Palafox.

When you're a kid, everyone's your
friend.

For the party.

-Thanks, Colonel.
-Next, Combate.

Bars, mallets and irons!
Bars, mallets and irons!

Go for it, Dogs!

SANTA MARTHA DOGS
DEDICATE THIS GAME

TO GENERAL
ARTURO DURAZNO MORENO

How is my beloved traitor?

I want to switch.
I want to go with the Dogs.

That's impossible.

It's all closed.

It's my life savings, to buy my freedom.

Time out!

Time out!

Send in the special teams.

Where's the kicker?

Don't joke around. We can't risk it.

Let's go for the touchdown!

We have a game to win, gentlemen!
One, two, three, Dogs!

Go, sons of bitches!

Let's go, Dogs!

Come back!

PERROS: 18
VISITORS: 26

What part of "cover the guard"
don't you get, shithead?

I got carried away.
I play them how I feel them, sir.

-Carried away my ass.
-What a shame, Coach.

Things were going so well,
then it goes to shit.

But since you're looking for a captain,
I'm your man.

My homies
will throw you a celebration party.

If not, I hope they don't throw you
a different "party" outside.

Listen, Palafox.

I want you guys
to kick that numb-nut's ass.

If he can't do it,
there's another willing wise guy.

-He can do it, Colonel.
-I think there's another solution.

We're dealing with the championship,
not any old game.

If there's no discipline,
there's no team.

Either be disciplined,
or forget about playing for the Dogs, OK?

With all due respect, sir,
if you let me...

Sit down.

I'll pretend nothing happened...

that I can trust you,

and that everyone gets carried away.

It's obvious you want it.

If you want to keep playing,
you'll have to work harder.

And I'll need a favor in return.

PRISONER RELEASE ORDER

You lost us the game, asshole!

-You let us down, Zambrano.
-There's no justice, no punishment.

Avoid block four, there's trouble.

We agreed to back each other up,
not betray each other.

A Dog is down.
I shouldn't have to do this alone.

Let's go get the pack and pick him up.

Sure, Palafox.
But we're lost without Marrón.

We'll see about that, Siqueiros.
There's always someone else. Always.

And if Dr. Death gives him
the final treatment?

Doggy... he'll be all right.
They need him.

Marrón will give 200% to be here.

No one here quits after one setback.

Help me, please.

I have a release order.

Know what we need? Cheerleaders.

Whoa! Look whose balls are bouncing!

Why me, man?

Take it easy!

Don't mess with Florecita,
fudge-packer!

She doesn't share his toys.

See what you're going to swallow, buddy.

I said I'd give it to you
and I keep my promises.

I'm nobody's bitch, big boy.

We just want your autograph, princess.

You playing ball
or shall we fuck you up too, loser?

Clearly death by natural causes,
Dr. Carmona.

-No need for an autopsy.
-No.

He'd been released.

Right, son?

Combate?

It was my fault. Sorry.

In prison, no one's guilty.

Just ask around.

Hello?

It's me.

Put Dad on the phone.

Oh, that's terrible, ma'am!

It's just his son wants to speak to him.

Here he is.

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

What did you bet?

A ton of money.

I was saving up to get out.

Gertrudis doesn't know
what it's like in jail.

She has her burrow.

She enters and exits.
It's all the same to her.

But I'm leaving on my own two feet.

You've given up on the helicopter,
chief?

Listen, son.

There are two ways to leave this place.

One is walking
and the other is feet first.

I've walked in this jail for 48 years.

Let's see how long you walk.

You don't even care, Zambrano!

We're fucked and you're snoring.

Move your ass!

No one's here to hang out.

Get up!

COME ON, DOGS!

Try it.

If the pick gets stuck,
you have to start over.

To be honest,
I check first to see if it's unlocked.

This is a team sport.

What do you know about strategy?

The pick!

Clearly we've got to stick together.

There must be loyalty
between each of you.

-Life threw us together.
-Explode!

If one fails, we all fail.

LOVE OF AND DEVOTION TO SPORT

Here's your new captain.

HUMAN BEINGS DEPRIVED
OF THEIR FREEDOM

At ease!

GENERAL DURAZO AGREES
TO SUPPORT THEM

Someone goes for the goods,
someone guards, someone's in front.

Someone rushes, someone pulls a fake,

and someone intimidates.

FOOTBALL BRINGS BENEFITS
TO SANTA MARTHA PRISON

Don't forget who's in charge.
You're the boss, man!

-Cough it up now!
-Wait, wait...

SPORT CHANNELS AGGRESION

Rub it in a bit.

SPORT RAISES DISCIPLINE
TO ACHIEVE OBJECTIVES

-And if not, try heavy petting.
-Cut it out!

SECOND CONSECUTIVE WIN:
DOGS BEAT TLALNEPANTLA 12-3

FOURTH CONSECUTIVE WIN
DOGS UNDEFEATED

"TOSCO" THE TEAM MASCOT

They call him The Mask.
His guys do hold-ups.

His gang is still out there,
but they don't wear masks anymore.

He's a member of Los Travoltas.
They do nothing but banks.

He's a big deal in Tepito neighborhood.

Hands up and drop your dough!

Powder to the nose guard,
ball to number two.

Dogs!

SANTA MARTHA DOGS UNDEFEATED
IN THEIR LEAGUE

I HOPE WE'RE AIDING
THEIR REHABILITATION

MR. PATIÑO,
SANTA MARTHA COACH

DOGS WIN ALL AWAY GAMES
AUTHORITIES ARE HAPPY

ON THE GROUND
KEEPING HOLD OF THE LEATHER PRIZE

I know, that's why I'm telling you.
I'm very busy, I can't make it.

Entry and exit routes.

If you shadow someone,
pay them and add it to the budget.

-Handguns or long guns?
-Depends how you shoot.

Or how they shoot you.

What's your problem, asshole?
Stupid fuck. Let him have it.

TOUCHDOWN OPENS THE SCORE
CHAOS ON THE SIDELINES

When you know the place
like the back of your hand, you go.

DIRECTOR: SANTA MARTHA
IS ALMOST LIKE A KINDERGARTEN

RESOUNDING VICTORY
FOR SANTA MARTHA DOGS

DURAZO AND ANTOLÍN SHOULD BE PROUD

HERE ARE THE "GOOD GUYS"

AND HERE ARE THE "BAD GUYS"

OFFENSIVE SPARK IN SHOWDOWN

"MEAN MACHINE" STILL UNDEFEATED

-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

I have a gift for the manager,
Mr. Arreola.

In the back,
upstairs on the first floor.

Hands up, sons of bitches!

This is a revolutionary expropriation!

Hands up, asses to the wall!

Nobody tries anything
and nobody gets hurt!

If you want to see how little I care,
I'll show you!

Hands up! Get back! Get back!

Hands on your head, asshole!
Hands open!

On the ground! Who's got the key?

To the corner!

What are you looking at?

Shut up!

Move it! Hurry up, hurry up!

NO HARD FEELINGS. IT'S JUST
MONEY, COMRADES, NOT BLOOD.

What's up, champ?

It's my birthday.

Man, you're kidding!

Now we'll really have to play
some Javier Solís.

Three cheers for Palafox.

One, two, chiquitibum a la bim bom ba!

Chiquitiboom a la bim bom ba!
Palafox! The birthday boy!

Thank you, Dogs!

You shouldn't have.

You're getting old, rock star.

I got old here.

But here you became a Dog.
You'll be out in no time.

Now a moral revolution is coming,
some day you may get your wish.

I don't know.

If that congressman gets his way,
he can lock me up for six more years.

You're making me cry.
I've got twice as long left here.

But Sonya's growing up.
I haven't been there for her.

Hear that, Loco?

Palafox says that,
if no one cares about you,

you can take your vacation right here.
Forever, if you like.

I didn't say that.

Plus...

I did nothing.

No, of course.

You're just like Marrón,
who couldn't even hurt a fly.

And is scared to death
if the lights go out.

If you mean dirty work...

that's out of the question,
right, cop killer?

And common thieves? Zambrano and
me.

What are you talking about?

My mom put me in my first jailhouse
bunk in a correction center.

She called me "incorrigible."

Well, now I'm corrected!

Fucking trees don't go crooked
on their own.

The league has no room
for a prison team. So they told me.

We got to the finals,
but we are and will remain a guest team.

But wait, Dogs. Don't worry.

This administration is ending.

We won't abandon you.

As of now, the whole team
is being recommended for release.

You'll all be on parole.

-You're getting out!
-You're the man, Colonel! We want you to go free.
And we want the championship!

-All together, Dogs!
-Bars, mallets and irons!

Bars, mallets and irons!
Fight, win, the Dogs!

They're going to kill us, right?

Comrades, today I speak freely.

I know the risks,
but our struggle is worth it.

In my seven years, nine months
and four days here,

I've coordinated undercover
political and military activities.

More undercover than most.

As a convict with special privileges
and dedication to football,

during this time,
I perfected a fundraising system.

I plant footballs full of money...

in the city's payphones.

I notify the Brigade
and they pick them up unnoticed.

These days, everything is for sale.

Today my death approaches.

All that I know and all that I have,
I give to support the Movement.

The method will be the same,
but on an unprecedented scale.

Dreams come true
for those who stay united

and live to fight another day.

We're all locked in here, Palafox.

I live here too,
and I don't go around doing stupid shit.

You know what they say.

Behind every great man

there's a great shadow, Colonel.

Stop it.

Antolín is conspicuous by his absence.

The doctor only thinks of his fags.

No one maintains order here,
goddamn it.

What are you doing there?

Why are you crying?

If you want to cry, go ahead.

Wash your hands, then go out and play.
C'mon, kid!

The man pulled down my underwear.

I asked him not to,
but he didn't listen.

My mom's going to kill me.

Understand? I don't want any trouble.

Visits are sacred here, ass-wipe.

Bark up another tree, doggy.

Let him have it!

Gentlemen, forgive the disturbance.

This degenerate wanted
to bang a little boy,

so we'll give him his medicine.

This prison has a Fourth Company.

There's a code of honor here,
and we respect it.

Throw him into the dead zone.

The current time is 7:26.

The Dungeon or The Pipe?

It smells like death.

The current time is 7:27.

This is the end of the line.

The slag heap.

Hey there, champ!

Hey! Quintiliano!

Quinto!

Come back, asshole!

-Quinto, no way!
-Come back!

Over there, asshole! Over there! Grab
him!

Forty eyes...

twenty faces...

and no one knows who dropped the ball.

Very well.

Who will own up?

I don't care who takes the rap.

What I want to know is what's
going on with the Fourth Company.

General, if the Fourth isn't in charge,
there's always a Fifth.

There's always someone.

And no whining!

Do you like it?

It's a very special symbol.

It can decorate a jail cell,
or it can quickly wilt...

on a coffin.

It's for you.

PRISONER RELEASE ORDER

Hey, come here, Loco. Come here!

Look.

See my shadow?

Watch me take it into my hands.

I'm also my shadow.

Did I ever tell you
how this ballsy son of a bitch

stopped them from kidnapping
the President's sister?

I've no idea why the President didn't
make you Director of Santa Martha.

Yes, General, you told me once.

They don't make 'em
like this asshole anymore!

But Colonel,
now I need to ask you a favor.

They brought me the reports
and the books don't balance.

Don't want me to look stupid, do you?

-But... General, please.
-There must be a mistake.

The numbers are even up from last
month.

I don't give a fuck
if you brought 30 cars yesterday.

I want you to bring me 50, now.

I don't give a shit
about your increases.

If I say 50, bring me 100 more.

Just let me know whatever you need, sir.

Guards, motorcycle units,
special forces...

Then we'll look at the costs.

-Get the best one we've got.
-Yes, sir.

-I see you're an ambitious doggy.
-Sir...

I'm just following orders.

With your talent, I wouldn't be surprised
if you're soon released.

Sport creates great men.

There are many great men in my corps.

Through sport,

being on the team,
lots of positive things,

we really do get rehabilitated.

Any thoughts about tomorrow's game
against the police team?

It sure won't be easy, you know?

No opponent is easy.

But we're sure we'll win.

We're on an eight-game winning streak...

and we're still to play the police.

Bars, mallets and irons!

Fight, win, the Dogs!

Who gave such decisive support
to this team?

General Durazo was our sponsor.

There's nothing more to say, Palafox.

The safe is the least of it.

I'm sorry for your daughter,
but that's life.

No one's good.

And forget about "friends."

Police agents have so far
detained this gang of seven,

four men and three women.

There was a shoot-out,

and one activist was killed.

These individuals,
with several others who fled

and whose whereabouts
authorities are trying to ascertain,

committed subversive acts
and armed assaults on banks

and also kidnapped wealthy victims

to raise funds
for their militant organization.

What's your name?

Nazario Hernández Ramiro.

Why did you take up arms
to commit the assaults and other acts?

Well, sir, I wasn't directly involved.

You were all armed.
Where did you get the guns?

See, Loco? I told you.
El Quinto turned up.

Penniless and fucked, in Querétaro,
but he turned up.

I bet his family misses him a lot,
don't they?

Take care of it.

Champ, cover for me, OK?

Can you do the collection?

Pay up, big guy.

What's this?
Everything ready, the whole nine yards.

You owe 500
for what you guzzled at the casino.

OK, assholes. Do it!

Don't be so difficult.
Pay 500 and be done with it.

You pay. You're loaded, right?

Quit fucking around.

You quit fucking around.

Raising funds so your rebel pals
can start a revolution, asshole?

No bloodshed here, you sons of bitches!

Take him down, Dogs! Let's go!

You know them?

Listen, Combate,
I want you to get two things straight.

One: Don't make me look like an idiot.

Two: You're not going down with them
because tomorrow you have to play ball.

Who the fuck knows
what's going on in that head of yours!

TALKING OF SPORT: FOOTBALL
MILLIONAIRES!

What the fuck did you do?

Guys, they let Palafox have it!

Help me, man! Palafox is dying.

-They gave it to Palafox.
-Don't make a move, pal!

-Get your shit together.
-Take it easy, bro.

He's done for.

Dogs! Dogs! Dogs!

AMFA extends a warm welcome to you
for this championship final.

There were many,
but now it's down to the two finalists.

Today the Police Panthers
face off against the Santa Martha Dogs.

Damn, Negro.
The end of the administration.

Everyone wants what's theirs.

Let's have a round of applause

for this afternoon's first prize.

With the lovely Olga!

A barking dog doesn't bite.

Tell him that it does, Combate.
It bites and kills!

He's mine!

Get him! Get him!

What happened?

This isn't a walk in the park, assholes.
You'd better win!

Or you can shove your paroles
up your asses.

-Let's go!
-Goddamn freedom!

He says he'll make an effort.
But he's sad.

Dirty pig!

Strategy!

DOGS 00 PANTHERS 21

-I'm here, coach.
-No!

Give me a chance.

Why would you do that, coach?
This loser never commits.

Tell me something, buddy.

Was it you?

Right, man. Me?

Palafox is up in heaven.

Right?

Ask Combate.

Little brother...

-You're up, Combate!
-Can I be substituted?

Don't come asking for favors.
Play for yourself.

Dogs!

Right on!

PANTHERS 28

-Hey, motherfucker.
-General.

What the fuck's going on here?

Your train wreck no longer amuses me.

Go out and stop that bunch of assholes.

-Wait a minute, it's a game.
-Game my motherfucking ass!

No one is doing a victory dance
in front of my corps.

No one is going to debase
the dignity of my institutions.

And I know no one
who would dare to kick me in the balls.

So put those scumbags in their place!

Bars, mallets and irons!

It's over. We'll do a 360-degree turn.
You're in charge.

We're going to throw it.

What?

Coach, we've still got a chance.

That's an order.
Shut up and do what you're told.

You're the captain here.

Now lead!

They told me to throw it.

Zambrano...

are you in?

Help us win.

-I can't do it alone.
-We're all in.

They'll kill us. What about our guys?

Who? Them?

-Everyone?
-And the fallen Dogs?

We'll get even for them, right?

How are you?

Locked in here, what else?

-Are we all in?
-Yeah!

So let's go, everyone!

Let's go, jailbirds!

We're in the home stretch

of this extraordinary classic of classics.

The Police Panthers are ahead
with a score of 31.

But the Santa Martha Dogs
are coming from behind with 19 points.

What's this? They're offering the ball
to those on the sidelines.

Tripas, what are you doing?

They don't know what's going on.
Wait! A fake!

Tripas, no!

He breaks out and moves down the field,
surprising everyone.

Incredible, an official touchdown!

The Panthers are appealing
to the referee, but the move was legal.

And the Dogs go wild!

This is the most important thing
you've ever done.

The past doesn't matter.
You're creating the future.

We either came to teach
or we're going to learn.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the game isn't over!

One more and we're out of here!

It's a touchdown!

Referee!

The game is a tie.

It all comes down to the extra point.

And careful, police prestige is at stake
with this decisive play.

Here's Siqueiros for the extra point.

Simple as that!

Siqueiros!

And it's good!

Victory for Santa Martha's Dogs!

Whether you like it or not!

Today the Santa Martha Dogs
are champions.

A few weeks ago we reported that
they had been put on a parole program.

Now there will be administrative
measures and various reviews

to determine when they will be released.

You're a dead man.

This is your irrevocable
letter of resignation.

I want it signed
by the President's inauguration.

You have 24 hours
to get this shithole in order.

-I expect the handover to be smooth.
-But El Negro said...

Those are your instructions!
You had six fat years to govern.

Now it's time for reform.
We're in a hurry.

Forget about El Negro and Mr. Vaca.

They have enough to deal with.

Director, I'm sorry to intrude like this.

But they're giving me the run-around.

No one seems to know anything
about my son.

He's probably out on a spree.

He was released several days ago.

But he hasn't visited or called us.

Miss...

we're just trying to do our jobs.

PRISONER RELEASE ORDER

Do you like it? It's for you.

UNCROWNED CHAMPION

-Name?
-Enrique Zambrano Reza.

-Age?
-23.

-Crime?
-Car theft.

-Circumstances of release?
-Parole.

Hand me the gift.

Combate!

-Good luck, buddy.
-You, too.

General, this has been
a tremendous effort.

Again, this is the first time
a police chief has helped us,

and the first time
a prison team has succeeded

in winning an intermediate league.

As you know, this was thanks to
Arturo Durazo Moreno,

who was once a great football player
and is now an exemplary police chief.

As a police officer,
I'm proud to follow in your footsteps.

And for the opportunity to show society
we must have faith in man.

If we do, we can get these results.

Thank you. I'm grateful to all of you.
I sincerely congratulate you.

Your mentality has changed drastically.

One, two, three! Bars, mallets,
and irons! Fight, win! Durazo!

Thank you, thank you.

This team disbanded in 1982.

The name was later reused
and "the Dogs" still exist today.

Nine months
after being released on parole,

it was revoked when he failed to report
to the prison each month.

He received another 5 prison sentences
for common crimes.

Since 2009, he has been listed as missing.

Despite numerous public accusations,
he was never tried.

The Prison Warden and former officer of
the Federal Security Directorate,

was infamous for excesses
committed during his management

and implicated
in the Río Tula massacre.

In 1984 he was arrested
by the FBI in Puerto Rico.

Extradited to Mexico,
he was tried and sentenced

to 12 years for minor crimes.

He only spent eight years in prison.

He died in Acapulco in 2000.

Mexico still has one of the worst
Correctional systems in the world.

According to the Rule of Law Index

published by
The World Justice Project 2016.

Topo Chico Prison, Nuevo Leon.
February 2016.

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