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So, you're a fucking lawyer, huh?

-Hey… -What are you doing?

-Nothing. -Nothing?

Don't you fucking play dumb, because I heard you.

Stand still.

-Still, you little bitch. Huh? -Let go of me!

I caught you, fucker. I'm gonna read you your rights now with--

Get off me, asshole!

So you're a lawyer, are you?

PRISON CELL 211

FALSE JUDAS

-Careful! -Careful!

Turn around!

-Hey, hey, hey! -Come on!

Come on, get out!

Move!

-Get out! -All units present.

Seal off the area immediately.

All units, do you copy?

Oh shit!

Authorities are struggling to deal with the multiple narco blockades

that have rocked the city of Juárez this afternoon.

So far, no injuries have been reported,

and it is not known if the blockades…

…are related to the riot currently taking place inside El Cereso.

We'll continue to keep you informed.

Uh, we know that the hostages are okay.

Yes, but Juárez is currently burning.

We're doing all we can to solve the situation.

Do you know how I became governor?

-Listen, ma'am, in my experience… -By promising a heavy hand

against organized crime when no one else dared to.

That's why we're going in at the earliest opportunity,

and you are going to stop this riot by using force here.

Understood?

If you want us to, we'll do it.

We can go in, Governor.

Even if it jeopardizes the extradition?

Lawyer?

Mr. Olvera, are you okay? Olvera, can you hear me?

Change your mind yet, accountant?

I'm fine.

What?

Aren't you mad that you're locked up in here

and they're living like kings out there?

Nothing's forever, is it?

And you think that 25 is gonna let you live after all this?

Just because you have those briefcase codes in your head?

I'm not the one betraying him.

Oh, you are smart.

They're using you, you know that.

With all the information you have in that briefcase,

we could throw them all in jail.

Just like they did to us.

Couldn't we?

Aren't you fed up of us being the only idiots who have to pay the price?

We're here because they offered us the right price.

No.

We're here because we're disposable, asshole!

When I was younger, I believed everything they said.

Because…

accepting the truth,

it was tough, cabrón.

Tsk. What kind of truth?

That this shit is worthless.

In this work,

besides the money…

nothing's worth anything.

Calm down, José Alfredo.

Why don't you have a drink?

Get going, already!

You got one hour till I start cutting off your fingers.

Think it over.

Son of a bitch.

EXCHANGE THE PAWNS

We need to know if our families are okay!

Open up, my son is in there!

Tell us what's going on!

I want to see my son!

What's going on in there?

-Excuse me. -Let us in! Open up, already!

-What have the authorities said? -Nothing.

They won't open up. And my son's in there.

We only know what's coming out on the news.

Open up! Talk to us!

We need information about our families!

Tensions are rising here as an increasing number of people

are anxiously waiting for the authorities to clarify the situation,

and for information about their loved ones.

In other news, three people near El Cereso

have been reported injured with second-degree burns,

resulting from fires ignited in streets controlled by narco blockades.

We are still waiting for an official statement from the authorities.

How are you, gentlemen? Commander, we finally get to talk.

I'm listening.

Governor, if you'll permit me,

I would like to emphasize the high cost, politically,

that an intervention from the National Guard

would have on the streets at this current moment right now.

This is an extremely important matter

for security both local and national, Commander.

I'll remind you we're talking about human lives at risk.

Look, Governor,

the Secretary of Defense denied you federal support.

He insists that you deploy your own police forces

before declaring a full-out war.

Carajo was in charge of that. We have to be better organized.

We have to hang in there.

Where the fuck did Carajo go?

Hey, Juan.

Come here.

I have no idea. I came from there. Where would he be?

Have you seen Carajo?

-Who? -Carajo.

No, why?

He goes in there to jerk off.

Well, I was alone.

Go find Carajo.

-Bring the Doc. -Okay, man. Let's go.

Hey.

I'll sort it out.

They say that in this hole…

we're all nothing but rats.

However, there's always some trying to get ahead of the pack.

Picuino.

You're just talking shit, aren't you, man?

Did you find out or not about what I asked you, man?

I think you'll want to hear what I've got to say.

There you go, man.

He's locked in cell 211.

You're the best.

Yeah.

We don't have any information to give you.

-Calm down. We have backup on standby. -Excuse me, sir. I need to talk to you.

-We'll figure this out. Quiet! -My husband's a lawyer.

He's with the International Commission on Human Rights.

He went in this morning but never left.

All right, let her through. Come over here.

Ridiculous. We're standing out here.

Just let us in.

-What's your husband's name? -Juan Olvera.

And how are you sure that he's in there?

Look, don't treat me like an idiot. We've all seen him on the news.

I'm not authorized to give out any information.

I recommend that you go home now.

Listen to me.

You have two options.

Find me someone with actual authority to talk to,

or I'll talk to the press and get those authorities myself. What'll it be?

Okay, wait here.

Let me check.

Somebody just do their job, how about?

Hurry up, man!

The workshop's a no-go.

But I saw them moving Baldor through the upstairs corridor.

-Where does it lead to? -A storage room up there.

They're going to get us out of here.

They will.

The press is gonna have a field day with her.

And she was very clear about it. She'll be a problem.

We gotta stop this before it blows up on us.

Tell her to go home.

-Go on, get her out of here. -Okay.

-Hey. -Yeah?

Did Yori say anything?

Nah.

Look, I talked to them.

They said your husband's in a secure location.

-So don't worry, everything's fine. -Huh.

How come he's still inside? Hmm?

Why doesn't he answer his phone?

Those are security protocols.

Listen, your husband is helping us negotiate with the rioters on the inside.

It's gonna take a while.

-You should go home and rest. -You think I'm that gullible?

Huh?

You're shameless.

Look in here.

Go ask those guys.

Quick, go look under the beds, assholes.

Hey, man. Have you seen Carajo?

I'm talking, man! For fuck's sake!

Keep looking. Move. What'd you find out, man?

Nothing?

He can't just disappear like that.

-We gotta find him. Search every inch. -Yes.

Look down there.

I need you all to find me Carajo now!

What is it, Yori?

Did you lose something?

Nah.

I'm looking for Carajo.

Hmm.

Why? What's up?

Give me your phone.

Phone?

Tsk. Here it is, man.

Fucking Yori.

You fucked up, kid.

Chivo.

We're gonna get those motherfuckers.

You gotta do it faster.

This makes no sense, I'm telling you.

Rat!

You fucking rat.

What the hell, motherfucker?

Enough!

Shut the fuck up.

You said it yourself.

I'm like your son. I'm your soldier, Calancho.

I would never betray you, sir.

I swear.

Out of the way, assholes!

-Oh, my God. -No fucking way.

They got him.

Man, that's fucking Carajo.

No way.

Oh, shit. Calancho…

Shut up.

We'll cry for you, Carajo.

A good friend is gone.

Hey, the new guy? What about him?

I think that little bitch killed him.

Hmm? What the fuck?

You're the one fucking us over.

Yeah, sure I am. Fuck you, asshole!

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

You are looking very somber, Juan.

When a man takes a life…

it will forever alter that man's semblance.

I didn't do anything.

I'm not a snitch.

And what's that?

Huh?

Isn't that blood?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, bitch. It was you, man.

Traitor!

Whose blood is that, Juan?

Confess, asshole!

It's from a Mostro.

Spill the beans!

Speak up!

-Don't just stand there. -What are you gonna do?

We have to find out

who here,

is the actual traitor.

Judas!

Yori, the traitor.

He swears that he wasn't the one who killed Carajo.

And Juan also says he had nothing to do with it.

Who is telling the truth?

The dagger will decide once and for all.

The dagger!

Take the hostages.

Move! Quickly! Get in!

Give me that shit. Wrap it well, Roque.

I didn't kill him.

For you, my Carajo.

Two go in, only one comes out. Understand?

Throw the other rooster in the ring.

Come on!

You got this.

Show us what you're made of, pussy!

Until one of you confesses

or ends up face down on the floor.

Hell yeah!

Ten-ten. We've got a ten-ten.

Hyah!

Oh, damn it, it's fucking Yori.

Fight to the death! Come on, asshole, get him!

What are you waiting for?

Come on, man!

Finish him!

Finish him. Come on, you son of a bitch. Do it!

Do it already! Come on!

Do it!

Do it!

Do it! Come on!

He killed our mole.

Only Judas

would attack a man from behind.

-Fuck yeah. -That's right. That's fucked.

He deserved it.

Fuck that guy.

The dagger never lies.

Ready with the switch?

Come on, we gotta regain control.

Watch out! Watch out! Water!

Don't split up!

Sons of bitches!

Don't give them an inch! It's the Mostros!

-Stand your ground! -Move, move, move!

Enough, we have to put an end to this.

Gas them now.

Chief?

Do it.

-Move it. -Quickly.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Even as the temperature rises today…

We just heard something from inside the prison.

We still don't know what's going on or what might be happening in there.

What's happening?

There's no information, and people-- People are losing control.

Open up now! What?

Give us an explanation!

The families are eager to know what's happening,

but authorities haven't given them any information.

Where's the storage room?

-That way! -Come on, come on!

Go on!

Come on!

Quickly! Move!

Commander Bucio?

Listen to me. Confirm that the American is still alive.

Look, Warden, neither Baldor nor the hostages

can stay in there a second longer.

Do whatever it takes to get them out.

I know my husband's in there.

The guards won't give us any information, and now we're hearing gunshots.

And what's your husband's name?

His name is Juan Olvera.

He's a lawyer.

I don't know how he got trapped inside, but I know he's in danger in the prison.

All of our family members are in danger in there.

We demand that the authorities take immediate control

and put an end to this situation.

There. That one.

-What? -That's the lawyer.

-Where? There? -There!

He's with Castro and Carrizales.

I'm gonna get them.

-They're looking for an exit! -On my way!

-Come on! -Where do you think you're going?

Come on, get moving!

In there!

Careful, through here.

We're almost there.

Come on, come on.

Castro!

This way! Come on!

-Keep going. -Move!

-Keep moving. -Let's go.

-That's all of them. -Quickly. Keep moving.

-Come, this way. -Let's go. Go with him.

-Let's go, let's go. -Okay, there. Go that way.

-Stay back. -Hey, hey! I'm not an inmate, man!

I know exactly who you are. Stay there.

-Don't move. -Let me out, man!

Hey, what the fuck?!

-Hey! Hey! -Where do they have Baldor?

I don't know where Baldor is, asshole.

Where is he being held?

I don't know!

Look, I need you to find him. You're one of them now.

I shouldn't be in here!

I need you to find him and help us get him out.

You give me that information and I'll let you out.

You're not understanding the gravity of the situation.

This place burns if we lose Baldor.

I don't care if it burns! That's not my problem, asshole!

It is your problem.

Wasn't your face on the news?

Huh? There's already a price on your head.

And believe me, the cartel will retaliate, Juan.

They'll come after you and your pregnant wife.

-Helena? -Yes.

-Where's Helena? -Right outside.

Causing a big shitstorm out there with the reporters.

You don't have a choice.

Hey, wait a minute! Listen to me!

I'm not a fucking prisoner, you bastard! Let me out!

You have one hour.

Hey, wait! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Listen to me! Get me out of here! Come on!

I don't have anything to do with this!