In the Mud (2025) s01e05 Episode Script

1
EVENTS AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL.
ANY LIKENESS TO REALITY IS COINCIDENCE.
Of course. Look, tell the governor
that I need an answer now!
LA QUEBRADA PRISON, JULY 2020
We're all good? All right, perfect.
We finally have the remote
medical attention we so badly need!
Do understand people are dying here?
No, this is not a joke! Talk to you later.
-Hey! Wait! Come here, you bitch!
-Keep your distance!
Hey, let her go, man! Jesus!
Tell him to put that gun down
and let her go!
I told you to calm down
and put an end to the protest,
or I was gonna do things my way!
Didn't I tell you?
And this is your way?!
What are you doing? Put that thing away.
You don't even know how to use it.
-Moron! Dumbass!
-You'd better clean up!
-María! What'd we agree on?
-Tell that to your grasshopper.
Things are popping off in here,
and it's gonna get a lot worse.
You know that, right?
I told you we were going
to negotiate and sort everything out.
No, no, no, no!
You said you were gonna negotiate.
Then you said,
"I'll have the answer in two hours."
Guess what, we've heard nothing!
How about you move the sick out of here?
Like to a hospital?
Because they're gonna make us sick
if they stay here!
Anyone who's infected stays put.
Everyone stays here.
No one will be transferred.
That is unacceptable. No!
-But how--
-That's unacceptable! You understand?
-Everyone's gonna get sick!
-They're gonna make us sick!
Speaking of, why aren't
either of you wearing masks.
Please! Wearing a mask won't do shit!
-"Put on a mask."
-We're like sardines.
-That's total bull!
-Like sardines!
I mean, are you serious?
Gimme a fucking break!
You know what it's like
in hospitals right now, do you?
You know how many people
are dying in hospitals right now?
-All crammed in next to each other.
-Exactly!
-No idea!
-We don't know what it's like!
We know nothing about the outside!
We're in the same boat!
-This affects all of us!
-Please, just please.
Visitors won't be allowed.
-But I have something for you.
-What?
Consider it a gift, assholes!
Yeah?
I got you cell phones.
Those who have relatives with phones
can get one from them.
So you, hand out the ones
you confiscated already.
There won't be a cell phone
for everyone though.
Just the ones
that we can get from your families
and the phones that Rubén returns to you.
You got that, Rubén?
Now, I'm asking you to please get rid
of the people you had sent here
to watch this shit show unfold,
the TV reporters, the media, all of it.
Okay.
And can you please do me a favor
and clean up this mess a little?
Let's go and get the cell phones. Come on.
Listen, you're gonna manage
the phones they give us
'cause obviously there won't be enough
of them for every girl in here.
-Sure.
-Well, let her go, Rubén.
Moron. Dumbass.
Let's go. Come on.
Come on. Let's go. Get up.
Let's go. Come on. Let's go. Come on.
IN THE MUD
LA QUEBRADA PRISON, TODAY
What a shock. This doesn't usually happen.
This girl tried to escape
by going through the roof apparently.
And she fell.
Or she jumped.
What a mess.
Slow down, slowly.
Slowly.
Now relax your jaw.
Let's see it with sound.
-The hell?!
-You should've already taken care of this!
My girls were there,
the ones that protect me.
So you must've seen them.
My people pay your husband very well,
and the deal did not involve me having
to fight off some bitch
that was trying to take me out.
I wanna know who gave the order.
Or is that too difficult
for you idiots to find out?
Is it? You're both so incompetent.
-I dunno!
-It's amazing you've made it this far.
Enough.
You got that? Who knows?
Maybe it came from outside.
You wanna know whose fault this is?
Yours! Not mine! Got that?
-Stop.
-You and your husband like money?
-I bet it was you!
-Yeah, but you don't, right?
You sold me out.
Let's take it down a notch, okay?
Why don't we all just relax? Take it easy.
You don't know Lefty like we do.
Lefty is not a traitor.
Yeah? Well, prove it.
I'm going to figure out how this happened.
Is that clear?
Whoever fucked you over will pay.
You go with her.
That Galician can go to hell.
Fuck that bitch.
Relax, would you?
It was María. I swear. It's María.
-She's responsible for all this bullshit!
-All right. Enough. Just calm down.
Here's what I think.
I think it was that nun that took Bubi
because she's not satisfied
just touching children.
So now she wants
to touch my rabbit as well.
I think she took him because I left him
right there on the bed, you know?
He was in bed, all tucked in.
And you know what worries me most?
What if she isn't feeding him?
-Do you know about a rabbit's digestion?
-Hey there.
-Hello. Rabbits have something…
-Can I sit?
It's called direct digestion.
-It's just the way it works with rabbits.
-Mm-hmm.
-They eat and poop.
-Sure.
They eat and poop.
So they need to be eating all the time.
So he can't just sit there
for ages like this.
Who knows if they are feeding him,
know what I mean? It's awful!
-Right…
-But I know it's that fucking nun.
I'm sure she took him. It was her.
Hey, can I take some of that
for my little girl?
-Sure.
-Okay, okay.
Don't worry. I won't spiral
out of control, but I'm worried.
I'm not gonna let them just come and
take the rabbit away from me like that.
I have my suspicions. I won't say more,
just in case, but I have my suspicions.
Thanks.
The bread fills me up.
Not me. This is nowhere near enough food.
'Sup?
Oh!
-Why is she leaving?
-What's got her all pissed off?
She doesn't want
to sit with traitors like her.
That's why she is switching tables.
-What's going on? Traitor?
-Enough.
Hold on. I went,
did what I was told to do,
and if it didn't go well after that,
that's not my problem anymore.
No. We all did what we had to,
but I'm not getting involved with this.
-She is messing with the wrong bitch.
-I'll go and talk to her.
-Don't say anything.
-All right.
She thinks it was me.
-That I went and told Lefty.
-Why?
I mean I didn't, obviously.
But she's so wrapped up
in her own bullshit, and she won't listen.
-What a shit show.
-Well…
Hello there, witches.
The silence is deafening.
At least try and hide your jealousy.
When your ass looks that good on video,
you get privileges.
Enjoy your meal.
Listen to me.
Are you sure you didn't let something slip
when you were talking with Lefty?
Are you joking?
-No, I'm really asking you.
-And I'm telling you, no.
Let's not start pointing fingers
at each other.
-I'm not accusing her.
-Stop it.
I'm just asking.
Someone had to. Someone did.
All right.
It's my fucking sciatica.
You know full well
why you're here, don't you?
-Correct.
-Well…
The girl that killed herself.
That's what this is about.
How awful…
It reminded me of my niece.
But there was never an investigation
for her though.
Not that I know of.
Do you have something
to do with her death or no?
Moranzón, do you remember when
you and I used to help each other out?
What happened to that?
'Cause now you're using this place
as a springboard
for all kinds of other things.
I'm the one asking questions.
Well, I have some more questions
for you now too.
Tell me about Patricia.
You know, the pregnant girl.
She had a botched birth, so they say.
You wouldn't know
anything about that, huh?
Seems like I'm not the only one
with secrets, am I now?
Daniel.
Take her away.
Come on. Let's go.
Bad boy.
Are you still angry?
Not with you.
As for the others, I don't know.
I don't trust any of them.
-Oh no, don't say that.
-Mm…
You've already done so much for us.
We're all grateful.
You really think we're going to betray you
after all we've been through?
No, come on. Don't be like that.
You're the only one
I can really talk to around here. Mm.
They offered me this, uh… Oh, what was it?
"An arrangement,"
outings so Brisa can go outside.
-What?
-Yeah, the director offered it.
Basically, so she can get out
for a few hours and see the world.
She doesn't have to be trapped in here.
Who takes her?
The governor's wife, Eugenia.
-I think I told you about her.
-Yeah?
I told you that.
But hold on.
What do you mean she'll take her out?
Doesn't that seem strange to you?
-Hmm?
-I mean, I dunno.
They're politicians,
so they're up to something.
I don't doubt that at all.
But it'll be good for her.
Hmm.
Moranzón is so generous
with your little girl,
with all the pregnant girls actually.
What's the name of the girl they took out?
Remember? She was dressed all nice.
Noelia. She's having
a really bad time with it.
She says she's gonna
give up the child for adoption.
Do you think that the director
is screwing her? Hmm?
Screwing her? What? How?
No!
You really think so? Oh God… No way.
I don't know, but it's weird
to go after someone in here.
No, well, maybe it's like what they say…
Everything is so different in here that
you might have a change of heart.
Who knows?
Careful, girl!
I told you not to stick your finger
in the machine like that.
All right. Try this.
I didn't do it on purpose.
It's okay. It's okay. Hold on.
Want me to suck your finger?
Babe, can you stop being such a slut
in front of everyone?
Come on! I'm right here!
Baby, no. No, I just meant as in,
you know, like in… in solidarity.
Babe, shut your mouth, okay?
Are you fucking kidding?
What is this?
What is this?
What, you trying to poison me now?
No, it's, um… well,
it's a little overcooked, but it's good.
"A bit overcooked," she says?
Yeah, but don't worry.
You can eat it. It's totally safe.
And Lefty gave me strict orders
to keep watch while they were cooking it.
That's even more risky.
Well, well, if it's that tasty,
you have some.
-Huh?
-Have a bite if you think it's that tasty.
-Take a bite, fatty.
-No?
Let's go. If it's so tasty,
don't act all skinny all of a sudden.
-Take a fucking bite, why don't you?
-Okay.
At least we'll have some fun, right?
Look at her, stiff as a rail.
Come on!
My word.
-It's not that bad.
-No, it's not that bad.
It looks like you're eating
the sole of a fucking boot.
The meat that they send to this prison,
it's the worst.
From old cows.
And the only one who eats
good, quality meat in here is,
well, María,
She picks it herself.
-So what are you saying?
-The truck arrives with meat.
And every time,
she goes through all of it,
and she takes the best cuts for herself.
That's the good stuff?
Okay, let's go.
-Everyone get out. Come on. Out.
-Dry off, ladies. Come on.
Let's go,
the Galician needs to shower, okay?
Go take your filth somewhere else.
And you? Did you hear?
No, no, leave her. Let her stay.
Can I borrow those?
-Both?
-Yes.
Thank you.
Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine
I'd be surrounded by so many delinquents.
Disgusting. So disgusting.
You all right?
I heard you made an agreement with Lefty.
I've been called everything,
so being called a whore
was a compliment at this point.
Murderer, crazy killer, whore, oof.
I don't know what nicknames
I've been given.
Sometimes in life,
people want to test you.
To find out whose side you're on.
So whose side are you on?
No one's.
Not yours, not anyone's.
Right.
You're on a team of one.
Yeah, exactly.
Okay.
So he's visited you twice
this year already, is that right?
Yes.
The, uh… first time he brought my son.
I got to see him.
But the last time, he came alone.
And when I asked him why,
he just gave me these lame excuses.
He said that he left the kid
with his grandmother,
that they went to go see his relatives.
I dunno. The worst thing is that
he's using the boy to get money out of me.
She's scared that he's taken her son
to Paraguay because he has family there.
Yeah, so I've been calling him
every single day for a week now,
but he won't answer. He's disappeared.
Okay. Well, the first thing I'd do is…
I'd run a search for him
in the system, in Immigration,
and if that fails, I'd put a trace on him.
I'll die if he takes him away.
All the cash I make goes to him.
He manages my account. He has everything.
Okay. That's all right.
We won't stop
until we find him, all right?
Yes. Thank you.
Everything will be fine, really.
-How are you?
-Oh, hi. All good?
I'm fine.
Thank you so much for what you did
for me at the hearing the other day.
Of course. That's my job.
And here, this is for you.
No, no, no. What're you doing?
Not here. Hide that.
Give it to me later, okay?
Uh… it's just for expenses.
It costs a lot to… go to court.
What's wrong?
She didn't take the money, eh?
I already told you
she won't take your money.
Not from you or from me.
So you two have known each other a while?
Uh, yeah… ever since I began studying
to be a lawyer.
Luna would stop by
and take the exams, and well, we bonded.
Right, um,
let's review your case, all right?
Tell me what happened.
-Uh…
-Well, you know pretty much everything.
The relationship I had with Martín
was extremely toxic.
He was violent with me.
He hit me, and sometimes, I hit him too.
At the beginning,
I guess it was kind of fun.
It was so… passionate because,
obviously, after all the fights,
we would--
You would screw each other's
brains out afterwards?
Well, I mean, it's like you said,
all of that is on file already.
So what we need to do now
is look at everything that isn't on file.
Uh, for example,
the relationship you had with…
with his brother.
Martín was very jealous.
Not just with me.
He was jealous of his brother too.
They had this really… weird bond.
It was very toxic, but…
But something happened
because he testified against you.
I didn't try to start anything with him.
It's just, they shared everything.
They were brothers, so…
Help me understand.
They shared everything?
Did they share you too?
Did he know
that you were sleeping with his brother?
Yes.
Marina, I know it's difficult,
but you have to tell us everything.
What can I do for you girls?
Nothing. I mean,
I was just passing through.
Mm.
These two are with me.
I hadn't seen this area at all.
Well, yeah.
I can tell you don't have kids.
No, I don't.
Thing is with kids,
they feel everything all at once.
They laugh. They cry.
They make noise. That's what they do.
But they're all locked in here.
Don't they ever get to leave?
All these kids know is here.
They're here until they're five,
and then leave,
while their moms complete their sentences.
How awful.
Yeah.
No, uh, well,
either way life goes on.
Hmm.
-Anything else?
-No.
Okay, carry on.
Morons.
That's perfect. Yeah, you love it.
Have a seat.
The girl needs some new thongs.
Victoria will get you some nice things.
You'll see.
Uh-huh, just like the underwear
I would've bought you.
We've been through a lot of shit too, so…
Like when I first met Lalo,
I was a real firecracker.
But I was completely consumed
by a drug addiction.
But then they saved me.
You have a prospective client.
He wants a private visit with you.
You mean…
In person.
Huh? Seriously? He wants to visit here?
Mm-hmm.
No way.
No way I'm fucking
one of these jerk-offs. No.
These girls are so uptight these days.
China refused to do it at first,
just like you.
Look, these jerk-offs pay
for everything you see here.
It's only fucking, nothing more.
Now, wash your pussy
'cause you have a visitor.
No, I already told you.
I'll do whatever you want on camera.
I'm not fucking anyone.
How about you do
what you have to do to survive?
I'm here to get what was agreed on
at the last cooperative meeting.
Come with me.
Stop.
Borges's widow,
I've heard so much about you.
Like how you're
María's right-hand man now.
Your husband must be turning in his grave.
Be careful with María.
She'll blow smoke up your ass one minute,
but she'll drop you
in a heartbeat the next.
I'm curious. Aren't you afraid
now that the Galician is in here with us?
Well, you're good with her
because she lives here.
But some of us
dealt with her firsthand, all right?
Well, as long as she's locked up with us,
she has my protection.
You mess with her, you mess with me.
See, this one here…
Hey, fix your face.
Let me check the sleeve.
Perfect.
I need the infirmary.
For what?
So I can see you.
-That's risky for both of us.
-The other day meant something to me.
And I think it did for you too.
Now's not the right time.
-Oh, be gentle!
-Your neck is just so stiff.
Yeah, well…
Have no fear
because Rocky has got the magic hands.
Yeah. I'll marry you if you want, Rocky.
There could be a contracture
at the back of your neck,
but Rocky's hands will heal you.
Hey! We have a visitor!
Sit down. Sit down.
What's new?
You're well looked after.
-Well, the years take their toll.
-Mm.
So now, I indulge myself.
'Cause this here's gold.
Do you know why they're in here now?
No idea.
You tell her. Tell her.
I killed my husband.
I saw him raping my daughter.
I killed him with my bare hands.
-And I would do it again.
-That's right.
Now you, tell her.
Burned my grandpa's house down.
He was a rapist.
Neither of them should be in here.
They served justice.
But I wanna know,
did you teach those girls a lesson?
They swear they didn't say a word.
Keeping them at a distance
won't do us any favors. Hmm?
And I can see better up close.
We need to stay alert.
They will come for us eventually,
and we need to be ready.
Which is why I'm here with you.
Yeah.
Please find something sharp
that we can give our friend here.
Of course. Right.
You want some?
-No, but thank you.
-Okay. Whatever.
On the other side, right there.
No, the other side.
There.
Here we go.
Look at this treasure.
-Mm.
-Which one do you fancy?
I like the red one.
-This one?
-Uh-huh.
This one is too long for you.
You'll cut your pussy open.
Wait, this one.
Here you go.
-You like?
-Mm.
Don't have too much fun with that.
Same to you. Thank you.
You gave her one?
I'm curious who it's for.
Why'd you leave me?
Son of a bitch,
don't leave me like that again.
Relax, my love.
I'm not gonna leave you
ever again, all right?
Hmm?
I wanted to tell you,
but you got away from me.
You don't have to explain a thing.
-I'm scared.
-I know. It's okay.
-I'm really scared!
-It's okay.
I can't raise a child
in here all by myself.
-I won't survive without you.
-Hey! I know you will.
You okay?
Yes.
Please forgive me for what I've done.
You mean like…? What is this?
What is this?!
No, no, no, no! No, no, no, no, no!
No, no! No!
No! No!
It hurts really bad! Make it stop, please!
-Keep calm. Try not to speak.
-It hurts!
Try not to speak, okay?
You lost the baby last night.
-What?
-I had to admit you urgently.
No, but… no.
-Mm-hmm.
-What?
What the hell did you do to me?
No, no. Stay calm. Stay calm. Don't move.
-Don't move.
-No!
-Do as I say. Trust me.
-What?
You had a miscarriage, I'm afraid.
-There was nothing we could do.
-No! No!
-But it will be okay. Sh!
-No, not a miscarriage. What?
-No!
-I'm very experienced in this.
-No!
-Believe me, it's better this way.
It hurts! No!
We'll give you something
to make you feel better.
-Where is he? Where is he?
-Yeah.
No, no, no, no, no! It hurts!
You sons of bitches! Sons of bitches.
Tell me where he is!
-Calm down.
-Where's my child?
You took him from me, didn't you?
-Just relax. You're going to be okay.
-No! No, don't touch me!
Try and relax. I'm going to give you
a sedative so you'll feel better, okay?
Right now, you need to rest.
You need to rest.
Stay still.
Now this will help you rest, okay?
Relax. It's okay.
It's okay.
Relax.
Right, I packed this for you,
in case she makes a mess.
-I packed some extra clothes for her.
-Oh.
I already bought some extra clothes
for her to wear.
-She's a size four, isn't she?
-Uh-huh.
-Hmm?
-Yes.
Brisa, do you feel like going for a walk?
Hmm? We'll go the mall today!
We'll get ice cream too!
-Can we go to the zoo?
-You want to go to the zoo?
Yes?
She is very well-behaved.
She… she… uh, uh, she's, um…
she's a little restless, but, um…
-Don't worry. She'll do as you say.
-Ah!
Be on your best behavior. Can you do that?
I'll be here waiting for you
when you get back.
-Bye.
-I'll have her back at five.
At five. Yes. At five.
-Bye, my love.
-Off you go now. Bye.
-All right.
-Have fun!
-Goodbye.
-The baby?
And if you need anything at all,
just call me.
I'll be right here ready to answer.
Let's go in here.
Look, do you see this car?
-Do you like it?
-The baby?
Sorry.
I… I wanted to see you. I really did.
But this place…
-Disgusting.
-Yes, this is where I live every day, Mom.
Yes, that's what worries me,
the thought of you living here.
Tell me how this happened.
What did you get yourself into?
I wanna know.
And what have you done to your hair?
You're really worried about my hair?
I heard some very heavy things
at the hearing the other day. Very heavy.
I already told you everything.
You knew everything that was happening.
Why didn't you say something?
What don't you understand?
I wanted something different for you.
I mean, I'm really disappointed.
Disappointed?
You're disappointed?
Didn't you want me to be famous?
Well, I did it. Look!
-Please, don't start.
-Don't start what?
It was me, right?
I left school and got a job
when dad abandoned us
and we were almost on the street,
remember?
I stood up to anyone who came after us.
You weren't so disappointed
when I was paying the bills, were you?
Why do you always talk to me like that?
I'm here for you!
You're so stubborn.
-You don't want to listen. You never do!
-No.
I don't want to fight either.
The only thing I want is to get out,
and in order to do that,
I need money, plain and simple.
I called because
you have access to my savings account.
When all this happened,
the agency still owed me money.
So can you just please call Carolina?
-Tell her that--
-There's nothing left of the money.
Wait, you spent all of the money?
What did you do with it, Mother?
Tell me.
Wait, you're with that drug addict again,
aren't you, Mom?
You realize you're funding his addiction
with my money. What the fuck?!
What is wrong with you? Open your eyes!
Where do you think we are right now?
I'm in prison. This is my life.
I'm paying for something that I didn't do.
My God, I didn't do it!
And you know perfectly well
that I am innocent!
Incredible.
I'll manage by myself
like I've done my whole life.
-Thanks.
-Marina…
So you were pregnant.
And you didn't say anything.
And what would you have done?
You would've done nothing.
That's not true.
We would've done
the medical checkup that we do
for anyone who comes
to La Quebrada pregnant.
-The same checkup.
-Mm-hmm.
Anyway, good news is
the doctor says you're fine
and that you can return to your block
if you want, all right?
I don't give a fuck where you put me now.
Do you understand?
-This was all I had left of him.
-You're a strong woman, aren't you?
-Come on.
-No.
No, I have nothing.
All alone.
I mean how much longer are they gonna
make us wait here, seriously?
"Early initiation of sexual intercourse."
-Thanks.
-Please read this leaflet.
It contains information
about breast cancer.
-Next.
-You don't have to read it.
-It doesn't matter. It'll be fine.
-Really?
"What is cervical cancer?"
It says, "Cervical cancer,
in general, is a… disease in which
cervical cells form a growth in the…"
What're you laughing at?
You want a beating?
No, go on. Keep practicing. You'll get it.
I hope that you get cervical cancer
in here, you moron.
Move it!
Okay, time to be silent.
Pay attention.
We haven't got all day. Doctor.
Right, in a few minutes,
we're going to perform
some gynecological exams,
which will include mammograms.
The purpose of these tests
is to detect and prevent diseases. Hmm?
-We're ready.
-Of course.
Let's start with this section.
We'll go in line by line.
Come over here. One at a time, please.
This isn't… this isn't right.
I don't wanna do this.
Let's go.
-Come on.
-All right, here we go.
Okay…
You're next.
-All right…
-This is gonna be fun. I can't wait.
Oh, look, the happy couple. Come.
Let's go.
No cigarettes.
Put it out. Come.
All right. Whatever.
-Do you have children?
-No.
When was your last mammogram before this?
Oh, I don't know. I can't remember.
If I told you I knew, l'd be lying.
Uh.
Is there something wrong?
The doctor will talk to you
once she receives the reports.
Look who it is, María.
Oh, here she comes.
So you're the one in charge, huh?
Listen you old hag,
I wiped the floor with that bald bitch
you sent after me the other day.
-You have two days left.
-So you're the asshole…
You're the girl that killed my niece?
Well, fuck you, bitch!
I'm so glad we got a chance to talk.
And my condolences
for that fetus you shit out.
I'm gonna kill you!
Just wait. Your days are numbered!
You're going down! Let go!
-Get out!
-Get a good look!
-It's the last face you'll ever see!
-Yeah?
-You'll see it looking at you! This face!
-Let's go.
-Get your hands off me! Let go of me.
-Easy.
Come on. Fucking bitch.
Christ!
I have good news for you.
You're our top priority going forward.
And I will personally make sure of that.
But no, I can't have a baby in here.
I'm not ready to raise a child.
No, no. Relax. Relax.
It's important that you don't tell anyone
else about how your pregnancy came about.
Promise me that,
and I assure you
that this baby will have a good life,
and your financial situation will
also be better when you get out.
Hmm?
Take care.
Let's see. Gladys Guerra.
Over here, please.
All right, the results
of the mammogram indicate
you have something in your right breast.
-Did you feel any pain or discomfort?
-Do I have a tumor?
No. I'll need further tests.
It could be a sign of breast cancer.
However, it could also be a benign nodule.
No, no, no, no. Tell me…
tell me the full truth.
Don't downplay it, okay?
Just tell me what's really going on.
-Come on, Doctor!
-Okay. Okay, okay.
But first, try to relax, hmm?
All right, so… I will issue a request
for a biopsy to be taken at a hospital.
Fuck.
You're gonna get a biopsy.
Did you have it yet?
Mm-hmm. I got the asshole doctor.
Lookee here. When should we… meet up?
Let's meet later.
-Will you have time?
-I'm on the night shift.
Alan, come in.
Your wife called.
She's at the emergency department
at the hospital.
-Wait, what happened?
-A wife, huh?
Relax. Your youngest son
hurt his hand playing soccer.
Go. I already got your shift covered.
That's too bad you gotta go.
Many kisses to your family.
Let's do it.
Oh, that's great.
Come.
You're gonna be great.
Here are your vitamins.
Perfect.
You're not hungry?
Here are your test results.
Everything's fine.
Thank you.
Hey.
Hey.
I'm being serious.
No one here gives a shit about you.
But if you don't eat or drink,
you're going to get sick.
Why don't you go
to one of the support groups?
They have them for everything,
and it really helps the girls here.
You're not the only one
that bad things have happened to.
If you don't wanna get up
in front of everyone to talk,
what about a psychologist, huh?
They come every week, seriously.
Take care.
Give me a joint.
Hey, Galician.
I got you what you wanted.
Oh, really?
I don't want any mistakes, okay?
No, of course not. She'll help us.
No, no. Wait. Wait.
Don't touch him anymore.
He already fell asleep. Don't wake him up,
or he's gonna be screwed. Go on.
What time is it?
Colombia,
why're you being like this today?
You asked me two minutes ago.
Look, it was 6:15, and now, it's 6:17.
They told me five o'clock,
and look what time it is.
I'm going to ask you a question.
Did you sign anything?
Oh, well, I mean, if you were to
hand over your little girl to someone like
she's a puppy someone can take for a walk…
What do you mean like a dog?
Of course not.
-Oh no?
-No, it wasn't like that at all.
-Fine.
-They were gonna take her out for a walk.
If I were you, I'd speak to the director.
So she can clear
this whole thing up for you.
And then you can relax.
Gorgeous.
Gimme.
-All right, come on.
-One sec.
Stop busting my balls.
Hello!
Let's have a look at today's haul.
Hey, I'm always available
if you ever need a heifer.
I'm gonna take a look.
Where's her medicine?
I left them at the nurse's.
Fucking hell! I forgot. That's my bad.
María! Hey, are you gonna need
your medication?
Yes, I need the little guys.
I can't sleep without my pills.
Come on now.
What now?
You go. I'll stay here with her.
Cachete will go get them.
I'll stay with you.
-What is this now?
-Cachete is going.
What a pain in the ass you are.
So you are gonna go
because you're the one
that know the pills I need.
Come on. All right. Let's go.
-I want to talk to the director.
-And I want to win the lottery.
Please! They said they'd have my daughter
back here by five, and they're late!
May I go in? Please!
What if something happened to her?
-I'm begging you! Let me talk to her.
-I'm sorry, but I can't.
If you're anxious, go to the nurse
to get a sleeping pill
or something like that.
Okay. That's fine, I'll go,
but can you please…
can you just do me a favor?
-Would you ask her what happened?
-The director is very busy.
Leave.
Now! Move it!
Rocío, let her in.
Copy that. Rubial.
-What?
-They're here.
-She's here?
-Yes.
Oh, thank God.
There you are!
Sh, sh, sh. She's sleeping still.
-Give her to me. Come here.
-Careful.
Sorry for being late.
She was just having so much fun
in the ball pit.
She wouldn't get out.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
-Well…
-Brisa.
Give me a kiss. Hmm?
-Let's go.
-Right.
-Bye.
-Thank you.
There you are.
How awful.
The inspection, everything.
Hmm?
-They think we're together, don't they?
-I don't know. We don't have much time.
Suck me off.
-No, wait, wait, wait, wait. Let me.
-Come on.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll be back.
Of course you will.
This one.
This one is perfect.
Come help with this.
Help me get this one down.
What's wrong? Come.
Is something wrong?
-Ah.
-Go on. Say goodbye if you want.
Ah.
Time to pay for your sins,
you piece of shit.
You wanna do this?
-Come on!
-Take that!
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Fuck you, you fucking bitch!
Fuck you, bitch!
What a pity!
You motherfucker!
The results of the mammogram indicate
you have something in your right breast.
Did you feel any pain or discomfort?
I will issue a request for a biopsy
to be taken at a hospital.
What's wrong?
Hey, why are you crying?
I'm scared.
Of what?
-That Spanish girl?
-Oh, come on.
No, that's not what I'm afraid of.
What scares me is
what's out of my control.
What is it that you can't control?
They found something in the ultrasound.
They want me to get more tests.
I have to get a biopsy.
I can handle most things, but this is
too much for me to deal with. I can't…
It's okay. Believe me.
-What?
-You're not going anywhere.
'Cause you are one tough motherfucker.
First they have to… detect it, right?
They have to confirm that it's there.
And if it is there,
then they'll take it out.
I have a cousin
who recovered from it. It's just fine.
-Don't worry.
-Oh man…
Look, my life's a mess,
but it's the only one I've got, so…
-I don't want to get cancer and die here.
-No…
I wanna be there for my grandson.
Don't go there.
Who told you that you were gonna die, huh?
I'll be here to support you
whenever you need,
whenever you feel scared. No matter what.
You really fooled us.
We thought you had nerves of steel.
And if you fall apart, well, then
I'll help you pick up the pieces. Okay?
You're not alone, dear.
You're never gonna be alone. Not ever.
I just had a realization.
This is the first time anyone's hugged me…
since my husband Gordo passed away.
You're gonna be okay.
I promise you. Everything will be okay.
Don't cry.
What's up, Cachete?
I got the medication.
Is she done?
What is it?
What're you making that face for?
Come on. Where is María?
-Where's María?
-Don't go in.
-Where's María?
-Don't worry!
What did you do to María,
you fucking bitch?
-Go back to your cell!
-No! What did you do?
-What the fuck?
-No!
-Where is she?
-Go away! Hey, fuck you!