In the Mud (2025) s01e04 Episode Script

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EVENTS AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL.
ANY LIKENESS TO REALITY
IS MERE COINCIDENCE.
Sixteen, no more no less, baby.
Look at that.
I got you two of the same weight.
Dope, baby. This is fire! Fire, fire!
Fire!
Imagine if we actually ace this run, baby.
What that would mean.
-When is my brother coming?
-At six.
Mommy.
Jesus, go put her to bed.
All right, honey.
It's time for you to go to bed.
It's really late. We can play for a bit,
then you go to bed.
Let's see what you did.
Oh!
Yo, we said six.
I still gotta work on it a bit.
No, change of plans, brother.
Hurry up.
Put that shit in here.
We agreed you would come alone.
The fuck's going on, man?
Shut your mouth and put it in there.
Put it in there. Come on. Come on.
Sorry, bro.
Don't know who you messing with.
-We're not the bosses.
-Put it in there. Fucking do it.
Come on. Come on.
-I'm telling you. This is--
-Shut up and do as you're told!
-Move it!
-You stay right here, okay? Don't move.
Damn it.
Go to hell, asshole.
Stay there, my love.
I'll come back for you.
Wait. Stay there! Just stay there!
Eyes shut. You hear me?
Eyes shut! Don't open them, my love.
Eyes closed, my love.
Don't open your eyes, okay?
Don't open your eyes.
IN THE MUD
Because of that one bitch,
we almost all died.
It's a miracle we survived.
No, it wasn't a miracle. It was you.
If it weren't for you, we'd all be toast.
So if there's anyone I owe anything to,
it's just you.
No one else.
Listen, this wasn't my idea.
The order comes straight from María.
Whether we want to or not,
we have to do something.
She wants an answer.
We need to know more, but we also need
to keep everything under wraps.
Because The Galician
is guarded and monitored.
-There's no way to access her.
-Hey.
Having a plan is not important right now.
What matters is if you're in.
Well, I've never killed anyone.
Can't help you there.
You're in here
because you killed your boyfriend.
-Keep it down.
-What the hell do you know about my life?
Olga, honey, you're in here
because you offed one of your patients.
The idiot never said
she had high blood pressure.
If the dumbass didn't tell her,
that's not her problem.
-Obviously!
-Obviously.
-Us, together--
-Delorsi.
Delorsi.
C'mon, it's time.
-Off to the courthouse.
-Oh, good luck.
God bless you, darling.
I'll be lighting a candle.
They're gonna fuck.
Oh, you're so bad.
Dumb bitches.
-Those girls scare me.
-Fucking losers.
Go away.
-You two, fuck off.
-Let's chat, Borges.
-Let's go.
-Get lost.
-You guys are sweet.
-Gladys, be careful.
What's wrong, Borges?
What's with the face?
Thanks to me, you became the hero
in the legend of the river.
At some point,
you'll realize that
I'm just being painted as the villain
'cause the story's being told wrong.
The only story I know about you
wasn't just told to me.
I lived it. Hmm?
It's done, man. Come on, Borges.
What sank to the bottom of the river
stays there.
Whoever doesn't contribute
doesn't get help.
They're very green. They're here, sure,
but they're scared outta their minds.
Be an example.
I have always had a problem
with bitches who won't obey.
What's the matter, Gladys?
You were Borges's wife, no?
You about to say you're afraid too?
You almost drowned because of that girl.
I know that girl's a piece of shit.
If we don't take care of her,
in months, she'll take your place.
But I can't be the one to do it.
There are people protecting her,
and we're being watched.
So calm the fuck down.
Give me time
to think about how to do this.
Afternoon.
They said you asked for me?
Yes, yes. I wanted to speak to you.
Rosetta, leave us, please.
Everything happens for a reason.
Take these bags with you.
They're gifts for you
sent by Eugenia Faccia,
the governor's wife, yeah.
-It's for Brisa.
-God, really?
Mm-hmm.
These are for us? But why?
I don't know what you did,
but she was really moved
by her visit here.
Thank God. You have no idea.
My girl didn't have any clothes.
They took everything at the airport.
This is beautiful!
Look at that! Oh!
-Tell her, "Thank you so, so much."
-Darling, listen to me.
The governor's wife
and the governor noticing you
is like hitting the jackpot.
Give me all of your strength
to carry this child inside of me.
Give me all your strength to carry
this child inside of me and to avenge you.
Give me all your strength to carry
this child inside of me and to avenge you.
Give me all of your strength.
It's in your best interest
to make friends here.
This isn't much,
but trust me, it's better than gold.
I told you already.
I'm not planning on being here long.
My crew is definitely working
on my escape plan already.
You're the queen of escapes,
but it's an airtight fortress in here.
-Where there's a will, there's a way.
-You're better off with us.
María doesn't fuck around.
You've got a bullseye on your back
because of her niece.
So how'd you do it?
How'd you stop her from hurting you?
You a bigger bitch than her?
Bigger bitch? Sexier bitch, yeah.
Sexier bitch, huh?
How many times have you been locked up?
Twice, in Spain.
But I was in and out quickly,
and I left through the door.
And then I met Cuervo.
We fell in love.
Then ran away to Argentina.
And then we became invincible.
Until now.
You and I have a lot in common.
Was your man slaughtered like an animal
before your own eyes too?
No, no.
But I also despise
having to answer to anyone.
Luna Lunati. How are you?
Uncuff her, please.
-How's it going?
-Hello.
-It's a pleasure.
-How are you?
Coca asked me
to accompany you to the hearing.
I'm going to be your lawyer, okay?
I'm working for an organization
that focuses on
preventing abuses of justice
during sentencing.
Particularly against women.
They just gave me your file today.
And don't worry.
You're not going to testify right now.
-Just your mom.
-Oh, I'd like to speak to her.
Hmm. No, I'm sorry. You can't talk.
This is a hearing, not a visit.
A prison visit is okay.
-Mm-hmm. Okay.
-Come with me. Sit next to me.
Water?
Yes, please.
-No needles.
-I'm not using a needle.
-Stay still!
-Careful with the eyes.
Please, honey, I'm a surgeon.
Stop telling me what to do and stay still.
Come on, all you hoes.
Throw your best panties on
'cause we have an international visitor.
So… this is our kiosk.
It doesn't close on holidays or Sundays,
and it doesn't take part in union strikes.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wow, I gotta hand it to you, Zurda.
Because when there are good tits,
there's good money to be made.
Even though it's not my thing.
I think it's disgusting.
We all know that choking on dildos
isn't rocket science, but it's a job.
Because these feed my whole family.
That's how it is for everyone.
And this is Spa Zurda.
Hey, you two.
Don't be sour.
Say hi to a personal friend of mine.
Relax. It's all good.
Listen, what happened
in the river is done.
It's got nothing to do with you.
I had to get out of there.
That's just how it went.
What can we do about it?
Freedom has its price.
Honestly, I think you should be thankful
you're alive to tell the story.
Let me be clear. From now on,
The Galician is a guest in our house.
She has a free pass to do
whatever her heart desires.
Understood?
On April 7th, in the early morning hours,
the accused, Marina Delorsi,
and her partner, Martín Ponce,
were involved in an incident
in the home they shared.
Enough already! I've said no!
-I told you no.
-You fucked him!
-You fucked him!
-No! No!
You're a goddamn whore. You fucked him!
Stop calling me a whore,
you son of a bitch!
Moments later, Martín Ponce was dead.
Initially, we believed that this was
an act of domestic violence,
but the details in the report
have led us to the conclusion
that it was
a deliberate homicide, Your Honor.
My daughter has a strong temper.
She's not easily pushed around.
As a teenager,
she was a little rebellious,
which is to be expected.
But I always supported her in everything.
Mrs. Delorsi, um,
we already know
that Marina comes from a good family,
a good home, as you said,
that you were a good mother.
Mm-hmm.
But the question I asked you
has to do with the relationship
your daughter had with Martín.
As far as Martín,
I only met him a few times.
He seemed to be
a very nice man from a good family.
The truth is, I got my hopes up.
I thought, "Finally!"
"Marina's found someone who is going
to give her what she deserves."
You'll pay for what you did!
-I'm gonna fuck you up!
-Get off!
Did Marina ever imply to you
that she had been abused before by Martín?
She did once tell me
that she'd thought about leaving him.
I advised her to think about it because
opportunities
only come to you once in a lifetime.
No further questions, Your Honor.
That's Martín's brother.
Why's he taking the stand again?
The prosecution requested it.
I only just found out.
Why? Is there a problem?
Darío, you testified at the beginning
of this hearing
and you stated
that you had always maintained
a very close relationship
with your brother, Martín.
-Is that right?
-Yes, sir.
What was Martín's relationship like
with the accused?
Was there arguing? Fighting?
Yes.
And did those fights involve insults
and even physical violence,
as the accused has stated?
Yes, sir.
Is it true
that your brother accused Marina Delorsi
of cheating on him with you?
Yes, sir.
Were you and the accused
ever romantically involved?
We were lovers.
Darío,
did the accused ever express a desire
for your brother to disappear,
so that the two of you could be together?
-Yes.
-Huh? Bullshit!
You liar! You were the one who said that.
-What's wrong with you?
-Silence.
I ask this hearing be suspended
for manipulation of the facts.
By no means have
the facts been manipulated.
This witness has no--
Counsel, you may not debate this
among yourselves.
-I'm ordering the courtroom to be cleared.
-Where was he all this time?
-You're misleading--
-Jesus Christ! Dammit.
That's enough. Clear the courtroom,
and remove the accused.
Enough!
I can't believe this.
You can't believe this?
You fucking son of a bitch.
There is absolutely no reason
for him to testify again.
I said stop.
Moranzón was adamant, okay?
Fucking listen.
The entire cooperative is paid for
by our contributions.
Everybody contributes!
Oh please, you're a broken record, babe.
Please. All I'm begging for here
is a bit of balance. Come on.
All of our supplies come from the outside.
Well, Victoria's medications come from us.
Oh, fuck off.
So tell me. Your new protégé,
who's gonna contribute, you or her?
Orders were given from above.
Cut it out, María, seriously.
And stop sending
your filthy-ass errand girls,
'cause every time they come,
we've gotta disinfect the block.
Oh man! You really want me
to fuck your ass up, don't you,
you pimp-ass hoe?
Fuck her ass up! Yeah!
Punch her big mouth!
Hey! Hey!
Everybody calm down, now!
Let's calm down. Okay?
Wonderful! This is just wonderful!
I absolutely love this,
this permanent state of celebration
you're always in.
Your behavior's fantastic!
Just a bunch of ladies being respectful.
Looks like we've received
the court's authorization
for your request to get married.
-We did it.
-Cutie!
To be honest,
if the judge would have asked me first,
I would've said,
"No. You don't deserve it,"
but, well, either way,
I accepted,
and we'll keep the gathering… small, okay?
That's for sure.
No family.
-Fuck this bitch.
-It's okay, baby.
We'll get married anyway.
We're getting married, baby.
We're done here. Girls, come on.
Hey! Who's getting hitched, huh?!
I'm gonna fuck them up one day.
Life's a fucking cakewalk
for men, isn't it?
He was chasing me the whole relationship.
He knew Martín fucking hit me.
That he hit me a lot.
He goes and says that
and makes me look like an asshole.
So it's all my fault? What about him?
-We can take you to the medical ward.
-Medical ward?
What are they gonna do?
How's that helpful?
How are they gonna stop me from
being locked up my whole fucking life?
I didn't do it!
This is just how the system works.
Everyone plays their own game.
I'm not saying it's easy.
You can't do anything about it.
No, it's fucked. It's fucked up,
and it's not fair either.
I'm locked up for something I didn't do.
-No. Stop. Relax.
-I said I didn't do it 700 times!
-I didn't!
-It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
What the fuck are we doing here?
-What's going on?
-Just walk. Stop asking so many questions.
Why does my whole body itch?
Are there fleas or bedbugs, lice in here?
-Well…
-Do inmates here not scrub their pussies?
Don't they shave their bushes?
-How you doing?
-How are you?
Good.
You've got ten minutes, okay?
Why aren't you picking up my calls
if you received the phone I sent you?
Because you and I
have nothing to talk about.
-Okay? Here you go.
-Now listen to me.
No, you listen. I'm not a rat.
I wasn't born a rat, and I'm certainly not
becoming a rat for a snake like you. Okay?
Don't gimme that high and mighty shit.
"Oh, I'm not a rat. I have morals."
Shove that up your asshole.
I will only say this once.
Back the fuck off my grandson.
-Got it?
-Fine. Let me cut to the chase.
I need you
to get me information on Moranzón.
I don't understand.
So Moranzón is celebrating
because Vilches was caught.
She's on a honeymoon with Governor Faccia.
-Mm-hmm.
-Why?
Because the governor wants Moranzón
to be his next public safety commissioner.
But the thing is, I also want to be
the next public safety commissioner.
Gladys, you're young.
You're good-looking. You have nice eyes.
Do you wanna get out of prison in 30 years
when you're an old whore
nobody wants to fuck?
Or do you wanna get out
in a few days, in a few weeks,
while you're still in your prime?
Don't waste your looks, Gladys, seriously.
You're still fuckable
as far as I am concerned.
You're a dirty piece of shit,
you know that?
Proud to be a dirty piece of shit.
Hmm.
If you want my help,
on top of what you're offering,
there's something else I want.
Be nice to her.
Her hearing did not go well at all.
First time since you got here?
Yeah.
I was also hoping, years ago,
to go to court to be pardoned
and never come back.
You'll get used to it.
Every time. They always find a way
to screw us over.
That's how justice is, slow.
The slower it is, the more cash
for the lawyers, for the judges.
Here's what you earned from showing
your pussy on camera to those creeps.
Pay your lawyer. Send some to your family.
Maybe it'll give you
some piece of mind. Hmm?
Okay, thanks.
We'll look after you, right?
Of course.
That way, you can leave
that central block pigsty. Hmm?
And stay on this side.
Hey. Look who's back.
China, you're back.
You thought you had finally got rid of me.
Don't be stupid.
Damn, China. They really burned you.
You freaked out?
No, you always freaked us out.
But I'm not happy
about what happened to you.
You know, you were always
super mean to us,
but if we have to stick up for you,
we will.
Don't play Miss Goody Two-shoes.
I know you're loving all this.
Damn, listen to this one.
You haven't changed one bit, have you?
You think 'cause you're fucked up,
we are too?
You're a jealous bitch.
You don't fool me, motherfucker!
-Get off me, bitch!
-You motherfucker!
-You don't scare me! I'll fuck you up!
-For fuck's sake!
And what's your problem, huh?
And my bed?
Such a slut.
There's your stuff,
and there's room in the back.
Well, look at
all these jealous bitches, yeah?
What's the matter,
you're all backstabbers now?
And where's Zurda?
What's up, Zurda? Show your face!
Come out, bitch!
Am I not good enough anymore?
When I was number one,
you all sucked my dick all day,
so what's wrong now?
Chinita, what did they do to you?
Those motherfuckers.
How're you feeling?
-All I want is for you to be okay.
-Mm-hmm.
This why I lost my bed, huh?
And what the hell is she doing here?
You and I had a deal, Zurda.
No, I gave you an opportunity,
and it was a win-win for both of us.
-Either way, you have a bed here.
-Yes, we have a space reserved for you.
Nobody fucking asked you.
You're making me a maid.
I'm fine to keep working.
My clients support me.
I can keep doing things
without showing my face.
What they did to you was dirty,
and we'll get payback,
but this is a business.
That's just how it works.
We need to earn cash.
If you wanna stay, stay.
If not, go be free
and risk running into María's crew. Hmm?
Your choice.
You's a free woman.
What are you looking at?
-Get to work. Shut your mouth, dumbass.
-How nice.
This is so fun, isn't it?
Brisa's already going nuts
over this thing.
How'd you know what to name your daughter?
Oh, her grandmother's name was Brisa.
Have you picked a name yet?
-Do you have one you like?
-Nah.
You're being real nosy.
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Why don't you put your energy
into teaching Brisa that,
in here,
all toys belong to all the little brats?
It looks bad enough already
that she's the only one
receiving these lavish gifts, no?
Don't worry.
My daughter knows how to share.
Besides, she's just a kid.
She's still adapting.
Yeah, but let me tell you something.
Here at La Quebrada,
there isn't much… time for adaptation.
So if you don't want any problems here,
just remember that nothing is anyone's.
Everything's everyone's.
No one wears a crown.
-Sure thing.
-Hmm.
And you, stupid girl,
quit filling your little head
with dumb ideas, okay? Hmm?
Don't let her sway you.
Decide for yourself.
All right?
Come on, girl. Get in the mood!
I'm gonna be nice
and do something special.
Get you excited.
Fantasy.
When did we get these?
I'm 100% wearing them.
-No, you cannot.
-No, I wanna wear them.
Magic. Now get to work.
Afternoon. I got you the little brushes.
Grab that dick over there.
Play with it.
Next time,
you buy a whole box, yeah? Okay?
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
-Happy birthday--
-Happy birthday, Ma.
-Thank you. Let me see. Oh!
-This is from the kids.
Thanks so much, my love!
Happy birthday, Lidia!
Thank you.
How about we light these candles
so we can get out of Cecilia's way?
Oh please, I'm so happy to have you all.
-Thank you.
-Can you believe I forgot your present?
You gave me the greatest present
the day you brought Alan.
Like that, yeah, that's perfect.
Oh.
-Ready?
-Yes.
How lovely.
-Okay, three wishes. Go.
-Okay.
Come on, three wishes.
All right, let's go.
Gladys, my dear.
Remember that favor you asked for?
The package is arriving for The Galician.
There. C'mon. Line up.
Along the white line.
Distance.
I'm sending a picture
so you know who she is.
Hey, Cecilia, I'm sorry.
I was in a meeting with the campaign.
You are leading all of the polls!
Aw.
Thank you. Come sit, please.
I'm gonna tell you a joke.
-Yes?
-There's two guys.
-One eats two chickens.
-Mm-hmm.
And the other eats no chicken at all.
Do you know what the statistics say?
-Uh-huh?
-That each one of them ate one chicken.
-Oh, bullshit!
-Bullshit!
I know, but it makes sense.
Who can you trust these days?
Trust the people
and really not much else.
Anyway, I really appreciate
you coming here because, you know,
I trust you completely.
-You're very kind.
-Yeah.
In fact, I'm sure you'll be
my amazing public safety commissioner.
-Oh! Wow, please!
-Yeah, yeah.
But that's not why I asked you to come.
It's something more… personal.
Right.
-This is my wife, Eugenia.
-Yes.
Full of life. Just one year ago.
But for the past few weeks,
she can't even get up and out of bed.
She sleeps all day. She won't eat.
She only leaves the house
to go to doctor's appointments.
It's obvious that she's very depressed.
What a shame.
My goodness, he's a young woman.
Yes.
But…
The day after our visit to La Quebrada…
she programmed her alarm to wake up early.
She got up.
She got dressed. She had breakfast.
She got in the car and went out
to buy all the gifts
that we sent to that little girl, Brisa.
That makes me so happy. That's wonderful.
There's something I'd like to…
ask of you.
Yes?
-No, I know.
-His name is INRI.
Yeah, but no.
INRI? What is that?
INRI?
His name's not INRI.
His name is Jesus.
Jesus is his name.
Hey! Girls, girls, girls!
She's back! Look! China!
You, move.
Hi, China, how's it going, girl?
What, we don't say hi anymore?
I told you to move.
-Argh! Motherfucker!
-Stop!
-China! Stop!
-Oh, here comes drama.
-Damn. Lechu is getting her ass beat.
-Stay out of this, bitch! I said back off!
-Fuck you!
-Cunt!
Look in the mirror, skank.
Your face looks like a fucking hemorrhoid!
-Ugly piece of shit!
-Don't come for me.
Fuck you! Fucking bitch. That hurt.
-Piquito, go and say hi to China.
-Poor Lechu.
She must have brought you
a little gift from outside.
-You think?
-Yeah, a little surprise, maybe.
You meanie!
-What's up, China? How are you?
-She's gonna kick her ass now.
I was told you brought me a gift.
A little gift, Piquito?
You want a little gift?
-Hey. What's wrong with you?
-She's lost it.
Is your brain okay up there?
-I'm gonna burn that stupid bunny!
-I'll go make the videos you can't!
Dumbass. The fuck are you staring at?
-Wanna get your ass beat, huh? Huh?
-Oh shit.
Get your gift?
-I'll give you a gift, honey.
-It's okay, Piqui.
-Hey, Marina, hi. I wanna talk to you.
-Piqui!
Hey, I wanted to say thanks
for getting a lawyer.
Right. Look, I'm no one to judge you,
but if you ask for help, don't lie.
-You have to be honest.
-Huh?
You were fucking your boyfriend's brother,
the one you were accused of murdering.
That's no small detail.
It's not like that.
If someone's defending you,
you tell them everything. Okay?
Relax. Don't let it get to you.
Okay? We're your friends.
Besides, you know what lawyers are like.
They tell you one thing,
and then they tell you the next thing
they're gonna tell you, and then
they tell you what they're telling you.
You want some?
No.
You seem well.
You know, I… I wanted to tell you that…
um… well, they spoke wonders
about Brisa, you know?
That she's so bright and aware.
And… and that… well, that…
I dunno, that, perhaps,
in here, or rather, in a place like this,
she's not able to properly develop.
There isn't enough stimulation.
-Did someone have an issue with her?
-No!
-I'm so sorry. Oh my God.
-No. Quite the contrary.
I mean, they love her.
As a matter of fact, the governor's wife,
uh, told me last time that, well, she's…
a very, very beautiful girl,
and that, well, it made her sad
to see her grow up in a… in a place that…
Well, I mean, you know what I mean, right?
A place where you hear
awful noises and screaming,
where I even get distressed.
Imagine what Brisa goes through, right?
Being here and all.
And so she even offered bringing her out,
uh, for a…
a walk in the park or something.
Wait. What do you mean?
Um, yes.
Well, hanging out, watch a movie, or…
Is that even allowed?
Yeah, yeah, it's possible.
Uh, but, of course, there'd be a sort of
legal arrangement where you agree to that.
I don't know, I'd go so far as to say
that she'd offer to be a kind of…
a sort of… godmother,
more or less, you know?
If you accept, she'd come
to pick her up, take her out.
She'd even receive a better education.
To be honest, I think it's a…
it's a very…
difficult offer to refuse.
Why don't you make some tea?
Elba.
Get Yael for me.
Do I look like a doorman or something?
No, she's not here.
What the fuck are you doing here, witch?
Shoo. Get lost. Get out.
I was sent to get Noelia.
Fine, wait here.
Don't let her in, no matter what.
They're calling for you.
Go.
I don't know.
-Hello. Let's go, dear.
-Where's she going?
I don't know.
They don't tell me. Who knows?
Where've you been?
I waited forever in the courtyard.
Oh, no, I was just with the director.
She wanted to talk to me.
She, uh, she made me a strange offer.
She said the governor's wife
wants to be Brisa's godmother.
Yeah? Don't share this with anyone, okay?
Favoritism makes
everyone round here jealous.
Both of you need to listen
to me carefully.
Always stay on guard
for the kiddy fiddler.
-What kiddy fiddler?
-Who?
The creepy nun.
She's a perv. You didn't know?
-That little old lady?
-Yeah, the little one.
She completed her sentence,
but since the old bat has nowhere to go,
she begged Moranzón
to let her stay as her assistant.
But you gotta watch her
like a fucking hawk.
The chapel is closed now.
Go away and pray elsewhere.
Prayer won't get me anywhere.
I'm looking for Noelia.
She's not here.
That's odd,
'cause I saw you together a second ago.
You're not fucking with the pregnant girl,
are you?
Hmm?
Don't act all innocent with me,
because I know perfectly well
why you're here.
You disgusting old bitch.
The worst kind of scum.
Strange that the whole prison knows,
but somehow you're still alive.
Hmm?
If you've come to hurt me,
then you're too late.
I've paid.
Why so mysterious?
Where did you take Noelia?
If I tell everyone that you messed with
the pregnant lady and her baby,
they'll feed you to the worms.
I have nothing to do with that shit.
It's Moranzón who takes her out.
Fat bitch.
Well, well, well. That was quick.
I got something that might interest you.
Talk to me, Gladys.
The spouses are obliged to care for
and attend to their ascendants
and descendants,
as well as any other persons
dependent of their care.
Both parties must give their consent.
India, do you take Yaniela as your spouse?
Yes. I, India, uh,
take Yaniela as my spouse
and promise to be faithful,
in, uh, sickness and, like, health.
Yaniela, do you take India as your spouse?
Do you promise to be faithful
and take care of her
for richer or for poorer?
Yeah, obviously! Get over here.
I'm gonna eat your face off.
No, babe!
Baby!
Bravo!
We're married today!
Look at how she smiles at her,
how the bitch seduces her.
Do you know what you have to do
to make your hair grow back, my friend?
Every morning,
rub your head with monkey semen.
No, it's not a joke.
You can't just buy it at the pharmacy.
You have to go to a vet.
You buy a little monkey. You take it home.
Give it a nice hand job, then you rub
the jizz all over your big head.
You'll see. In a month,
you'll have a whole forest growing there.
Oh my God.
Every night when I lay in bed,
the baby kicks, you know?
Of course he does,
because… he's inside of you.
But
when he arrives…
and you're unable to feed him…
…and he cries because…
because… because he wants food…
and you won't be able to give him
a home or an education either.
You'll have to raise him in prison.
And when he arrives, of course,
no one will respect him.
So, of course, he'll leave a criminal
and end up in prison
again.
Is that what you want for your baby?
To live and die… in prison, Noelia?
Do you know what?
When Gladys called and tipped us off that…
that Moranzón was bringing
some women out of jail,
I thought, well, she either takes them out
to steal a bunch of shit or to be whores.
But for her to fall in love
with a prisoner
and take her out
for a fucking romantic dinner? I mean…
But where do you think they go after?
To go grab some ice cream
or go straight home to scissor?
Oh, straight to scissoring, of course.
A couple of cheap whiskey shots,
a quick line of coke,
and she munches on her clit till morning.
Talking about all this shit
makes me really wanna fuck.
Wanna go to the whorehouse?
Get some beautiful
and quality pussy to fuck?
Hell yeah.
Thank you for being here, motherfuckers!
-Let's slice this cake.
-Get your cake!
-Yeah!
-No!
-Go on. Do it! Do it! Do it!
-Wait!
-You gotta grab my hand. Here.
-I'll grab yours.
Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!
-Yeah!
-Oh yeah!
-Look at how good that cake looks.
-Here, have some cake.
Go on. Goddamn you! Here.
Eat something, honey.
Their family sent food.
That's a feast compared to the shit
we eat here every day.
There's stuff with vegetables, no flour.
-Just how you like it.
-I'm fine.
Come on. Lighten up, man.
-This is a special evening.
-A special evening?
That a joke? It's the fucking worst.
Like every other fucking day.
Girl, cut the shit.
It's tough out there and in here.
Don't you dig your own grave.
Eating shit is never good,
but if the shit outside is bad,
the one inside is poison.
Look, Gladys, if you wanna play mom,
find someone else. Stop busting my balls.
You're a little bit confused, aren't you?
This isn't how things work.
You don't get to take what's mine.
Yeah, okay. Fuck off.
Your clients are mine.
That cash that you're earning is mine,
so you're gonna have to give me a cut.
Go talk to Zurda.
You're beef's with her, not me.
I'll make your face look worse than mine.
-Who are you pushing, bitch?
-Stop it!
-Watch yourself!
-Push me!
-Push me again, you piece of shit snob!
-What's wrong with you?
-Come here.
-What's wrong?
What's wrong, huh? What's wrong?
-Can't handle me? Fucking cunt!
-Take her away.
Are you hurt?
No.
About yesterday,
I'm sorry.
I was… I was a little bit anxious.
It was… nothing. I had a bad day.
I didn't mean to just…
No, it's okay.
You don't have to say anything.
Thank you.
Jeez. "Thank you." "You're welcome."
[inaudible
-Hey, hey.
-Hey!
What are you doing, man?
We forgot to throw you
a bachelorette party.
-Get off. What're you doing?
-You're gonna miss out on all of this?
-Fire!
-Fire!
Help! There's a fire! Help! Fire!
Fire! There's a fire! There's a fire!
Get back! Get back!
Fire! Fire! Where's the extinguisher?
Stay there. Go! Go! Go! Go!
Get down! What are you doing?
On the floor, I said! Calm the fuck down!
Go! Put it out!
Put it out! Put it out! Put it out!
I don't know. No, I don't know.
I was laying down. I didn't feel well.
-You never know anything, you dumbass.
-I'm sorry. I don't know.
-How did you not see anything?
-Don't be disrespectful. I never am.
No, you're not disrespectful,
but you almost set us all on fire.
I'm not an idiot!
Son of a bitch, where the fuck are you?
God fucking dammit.
Get out!
-What the fuck? The fuck's her problem!
-Enough!
It's done. It's over.
Fine! Let's go!
Babe! I love you! I love you!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey, you. Hey.
-Where's Marina?
-Your friend?
The twins took her somewhere.
They moved her to Zurda's block, I think.
-Your bed.
-It's all yours.
High-end mattress.
Good stuff. So you can rest.
Little pillow, light, easy toilet access.
Enjoy it.
The fuck are you, Galician bitch?
Where the fuck did you go?
Heard some stupid dyke was looking for me?
-I'll fuck you up.
-Let's go.