01x06 - Episode 6

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EVENTS AND CHARACTERS

IN THIS SERIES ARE FICTIONAL.

ANY LIKENESS IS COINCIDENCE.

-Where were you?

-Want to play?

-Yes!

-What?

When? What's that face?

-Good?

-Uh-huh.

I'm gonna get ya!

Got it! I got it! I got it!

Tickle, tickle.

Draw a banana.

A banana?

Look how cute he is. Wanna know her name?

Such a sweet doggy. Ah! No!

Gentle, okay?

IN THE MUD

Come on, ladies. Get back.

Nothing to see here.

-No, no, back up. Back up.

-Back it up. Back it up.

"Back," I said. Right now.

Back off. I said there's nothing to see.

Hey! Tell us what happened, m*therf*ckers!

It's María. They k*lled her.

We were set up.

They knew all of it.

God f*cking damn it.

I told you. Where is Cachete?

That b*tch betrayed us.

She went with the Galician.

Oh, she's coming for all of us now.

What do we do? What's our next step?

We have to stick together.

We need to prepare.

I have one beaten to a pulp,

Duarte hanging from a hook.

Someone tell me

what the f*ck is happening in here!

Uh, well, no one wants to talk.

Damage control, Daniel.

I have to… I have to tell Faccia.

-I'm seeing him tomorrow.

-Okay.

-The corpse?

-Nothing unusual.

The corpse is being sent to the cemetery,

and the rest is up to the family.

The pantry looks spotless, all right?

Like nothing happened in there.

-Will there be an autopsy?

-No, there's no autopsy.

Duarte had been ill for a while.

These are the results of her last tests.

Everything's here.

Well, Duarte is dead.

Buckle up, buddy.

"They accused me of stealing money,

paper, feathers,

fruits, and other things."

I didn't steal anything.

"It is necessary to say yes

to our parents or to other people."

"For having caused loss, bereave--"

Did you lose something?

What are you looking for?

No, nothing. Actually yeah,

I lost Bubi, my rabbit.

-Your rabbit?

-Yes.

That old filthy rag you drag around

everywhere? That's what you lost?

Hey, don't call Bubi "a filthy rag."

-It's just as filthy as your conscience.

-Huh?

Why'd you come looking for him?

I've been looking for him

in the hallways, bathrooms,

the cellblocks, here, everywhere.

-Who sent you here?

-No one.

Are you here to confess

your sins to our Lord?

What Lord?

This one.

No, not at all.

I wouldn't confess to the Lord ever.

-No way.

-Tell me the truth!

Oh, yeah, that's the truth.

How much do you know

about what happened to María?

Everybody knows what happened to María.

-Tell me what you know.

-Well, I'm telling you.

-They m*rder*d her! Everybody knows!

-No, but you wander all over the prison.

You hear everything. You talk to everyone.

You wander all over the prison too.

You hear everything and talk to everyone.

Do I have better ears than you?

You know being a liar

is a mortal sin, right?

And?

-You are big fat liar.

-No, I am not.

-Yes, you're a big fat--

-Don't call me a liar.

-You are.

-Don't call me a liar!

And you're lying right now because

you say you've lost your little rabbit.

-Yes.

-I can guarantee that you m*rder*d him.

Just like you m*rder*d your son.

Come again?

-Yes.

-You watch your f*cking mouth, b*tch!

-I didn't m*rder anyone!

-Hey, guard!

-I m*rder*d my father!

-Guard!

My father, and wanna know why?

Because just like you,

he would touch children.

He would touch me. That's why.

He was a degenerate son of a b*tch,

just like you.

Let go! She's the one

you should restrain, not me!

-Stupid morons! Sick old wh*re!

-You're insane!

-f*cking pervert! I'll f*ck you up!

-Bye, crazy! Out! Out!

You disgusting b*tch!

But who could've done such a thing?

It's awful.

-It's pure evil!

-It's wild.

-Who?

-I didn't see.

From what I do know, it was the Galician.

-So evil.

-I'm scared of that b*tch. f*ck.

That is girl scaring

the f*ck out of all of us.

We gotta be careful, okay?

Eyes wide, yeah?

-Because one of us is next, for sure.

-No!

-Yeah.

-Don't say that.

Out of the way, c**ts.

This place reeks of sh*t, my God!

Air it out.

It smells like a fish market in here.

Someone light

some palo santo or incense.

Yeah, we gotta get rid of the bad energy

in here 'cause it's truly foul.

Look who we have here.

All hail the new queen of erotica.

Hey, I'm talking to you, you brat.

Give us a little twirl.

My friends and I wanna take a look at you.

How about you leave me the f*ck alone?

Girl's a little dense.

If the Galician tells you to twirl…

You twirl, honey.

Right, start getting used to it

because I don't like to repeat myself.

From now on, I make the rules.

You, you're in charge of all the sluts.

You'll be my mouthpiece here.

Everybody understand that or no?

Why the face, huh? Smile!

Come on. Don't act so excited.

The f*ck's going on?

Nothing, I just came to see

how things are going

and to tell you

how the business will be run from now on.

You can keep your whorehouse,

but you'll give me half of what you earn.

-I know. I know. I'm hilarious.

-You are hilarious.

-Yeah.

-And not a chance.

You and I made a deal, babe,

but if you wanna look after yourself,

do it, and get the f*ck out of my face.

Now, perhaps you might wanna

get a little rest

after all you've been through. Hmm?

How I handle my sh*t is

none of your business.

We're going to be partners,

or I'll f*ck you up.

Let go of her, m*therf*cker.

We weren't scared of María,

and we're sure as f*ck not scared of you.

Why don't you leave this

to Lalo and us two, Grandma?

That way you can focus

on enjoying your final days.

-Sound good?

-What about Lalo?

Why don't you call him?

He can tell you if he can still speak.

He's not answering.

-What the f*ck did they do?

-m*therf*cker!

You deserve a little better, don't you?

What'd you say?

The old f*ck.

Ah.

You jealous or something?

How's the kid? You know, your son?

So listen, I've got a question for you.

If I wasn't in prison…

What?

Would things be different?

Don't toy with me, Delorsi.

Isn't that what you want?

-What happened?

-What'd they do to you?

The Galician's people paid a visit.

They broke in at dawn

while I was sleeping.

They tore the place apart.

I even gave them

what I had buried out back.

-Were you alone?

-The dogs?

I was careless.

And both the dogs…

That crazy f*cking piece of sh*t.

Those sons of b*tches.

-We gotta get rid of that c**t.

-No, no, no.

Don't do anything.

This one is more dangerous than Crow.

And the accounts?

All of it. They got it all.

They have us by the ba*ls.

We can't just do nothing.

I'm at my wit's end.

No, he said not to do anything.

Leave us alone.

This isn't right.

Tell me what to do.

Do whatever she says.

I don't even know

where I'm gonna sleep tonight.

Forgive me, Fabi.

I failed you.

I held on as long as I could, my love,

but they beat me down all night long.

Forgive me.

It's over. It's…

That's it for our business.

Look at me.

Disappear for a while.

Victoria and I will work

something out in here.

-No.

-What did we always say?

What's ours is ours,

and no one touches it.

Right?

Now you lay low.

I will contact you soon, okay?

Fine.

m*therf*cker.

-I love them.

-They're not bad.

-And the smell.

-Tangerines in Colombia are gross.

-You have them?

-Yeah, but they're not like these.

They're, um… I dunno, um, like, bitter.

-Hiya.

-Hey, what's up?

She may not look it,

but that crazy b*tch

is really going through it.

I caught her in our block

the other day looking at the babies.

Aw, poor her.

Yeah, well, that obviously did her no good

because what she did to María…

I mean, I think

we should smooth things over with her.

Well, as I said,

everyone's free to do what they want.

You included.

Okay.

-Me too?

-Mm-hmm.

See ya. Doc, wait for me.

Up, up, up, up, up, up!

Everybody get up,

and get in a line! Come on!

Quickly! Let's go!

Not you, Lefty.

Vilches, not you.

Borges, you stay.

I want to know what happened to María.

Of course, I figured

none of you would talk

because you have codes,

and I respect that.

I know you.

But I want you to know

that this is my house,

and I won't allow any of you to ruin

everything I've spent years building.

You have contacts on the outside. I know.

But so do I. Don't you forget that.

How are you getting on?

Trying to focus on other things

other than k*lling myself.

Why would I do something like that?

Why would I waste time

with that old hag and--

María!

If only they had k*lled me

when they tried,

they would've at least spared me

all the pain I'm dealing with now.

Get outta here.

Not you, Borges. Stay.

María said I could trust you.

And Soriano told me

that you got a test done

and that you need to… to get a biopsy.

Anyway, my point is

that you can count on me for anything.

And I hope that you'll do the same for me.

María seemed to trust you very much.

I hope she wasn't wrong to.

-Mm?

-No, no, no.

With this anxiety,

I don't think I can even swallow.

So they really took her

for the whole weekend? Huh?

The first time,

they took her for a few hours.

They said she wanted to have more fun.

She wanted to ride the carousel,

so she stayed with them for longer.

Okay, but they had to ask you, right?

For permission?

Permission? More like I was informed.

But I mean, also what can I even say?

"Do me a favor and bring her back.

I want us locked in here instead."

-Mm.

-Poor child.

It's not her fault

she has a screwed-up mom.

I mean, that blonde chick may have

all the money in the world,

be the governor's wife, whatever the f*ck,

but you are Brisa's mother. Hmm?

Anyway, what about you?

When's your doctor's appointment?

In a few days,

they'll do a f*cking biopsy.

Well, instead of panicking,

it's best to stay busy,

and that's what you're doing.

Don't worry. Everything will be fine.

Listen, there's no place

for love stories in prison, hmm?

And really sick people

also don't do well in prison, okay?

You gotta stay sharp unless you wanna

end up hanging from a f*cking hook.

-Gladys?

-What?

Take a look around you.

Seriously, you don't believe

that feeling something mildly pleasant

is like a miracle?

All right,

what… what are you all gonna do?

No! No, no, no, no, no!

No, my God. Oh my God.

Who's gonna get a hard-on like that?

What are you, in church?

No one's gonna wanna f*ck you.

You. Let's see it.

-Me?

-Mm-hmm.

Do you know about passion?

I mean real passion.

Of course I know passion.

What do you mean?

Oh, it just didn't seem like it.

You're acting all fake. You're pretending.

I want to see

the real f*cking thing, babe.

Show me that passion

is like a drug that f*ck you up,

but you're so addicted you can't stop.

It's impossible to quit.

I want to feel

how I felt when I was stealing.

Lunacy, madness in every breath.

The danger of knowing

that any moment could be your last.

I want to see you bring back the passion I

had with my man, that was stolen from me.

Let's see if you can do something real.

Hello, Cecilia.

-How are ya?

-Fine, fine.

Well, I suppose this is rather urgent

with you being

in the middle of an election and all.

-Please, come in. Have a seat.

-Yes.

So everything good at La Quebrada?

Oh, yes, everything's fine. It's…

We lost an inmate of many years.

María Duarte.

She was a powerful force,

but, well, it was a natural death.

-Shame, huh?

-Yes.

Well, I wanted to talk about this.

-Yes?

-Yes.

Take a look at it.

I don't understand what this is.

I'll explain.

I've been made aware

that you've been running an adoption ring

behind the scenes now for years,

without ever getting your hands dirty.

-I dunno what you're taking about.

-They're now investigating Judge Romero.

-And your name was in one of the reports.

-Yes.

-Yes?

-Yes.

And there are a huge number

of adoption applications

and child custody processes

that contain your recommendation.

Mm-hmm.

And if that wasn't enough,

the judge says

that you have been advising him

for 25 years.

Well, yes, that is true.

For 25 years, I mean,

I don't know, I don't know exactly,

but for a very long time.

Because, you know that, well, I… I'm…

I'm always very, very worried

about the children, right? Uh…

And… and, so I, uh…

Well, there are many mothers…

who don't want to have

the kids stay with them in prison, and…

and they would rather

put them up for adoption.

-So I talk to judge Romero.

-Oh, I'm aware of your…

altruism and concern for the children.

Yes.

But these papers mention bank accounts.

Now, I'm not judging you, Cecilia,

and don't think I would ever

report you or anything like that,

but everything that you've done

is going to cost you something.

My wife and I want to officially petition

the legal adoption of Brisa Rubial.

Hmm. That'll be a little difficult

because, well,

I don't think the mother will agree

to that because there's a story here.

But I am certain

that you will know

exactly how to convince her.

What's wrong?

-Don't tell anyone.

-No.

My love, we have to tell someone.

You're going into labor.

No, please don't. They'll take

my baby away. They'll take him.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

What's wrong? What's going on?

Oh, my darling. Okay. Okay, listen.

Your water broke,

so the baby's coming. It's coming.

-No, no, no!

-Okay, uh, go find Alan and Soriano.

Go on. Go on! Move it, Verónica!

Give her some space.

-Breathe.

-Just breathe, my love.

-Just breathe. Come on.

-Just breathe.

Yeah, she's having

very strong contractions.

She's with them. She's with them.

She's with them. She's with them.

Don't leave me with her. I'm begging you.

-Don't leave me.

-Take her. Quick!

-It's okay.

-No.

-Come with me. Come on.

-Just go slow.

-Everything's gonna be fine.

-Take her to Soriano. Take her.

Just breathe. You're okay.

-You. Yeah, yeah.

-Ow.

-What were you two hissing to each other?

-We weren't hissing!

She told me they're gonna take her baby.

Weren't you afraid when you gave birth,

huh? Well, that's it. She's scared.

Look, I'm done with you!

Get out! I don't want to see your face!

I don't want them to take the baby.

-I know this might all feel impossible.

-No.

-But you'll be so happy soon.

-No.

You don't understand.

You don't understand.

I don't want them to take the baby.

I'm scared.

I wanted that at first but not anymore.

I don't want that.

I don't… I don't want that.

They will take it away.

They'll take my baby away from me.

They'll take him away from me.

-Hello, hello.

-Stay.

Finally having some contractions, huh?

How are we feeling? How are you, my love?

-Hmm?

-She's really upset.

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

Hmm?

Ah, your water broke already.

Listen to me. We have to go next door.

Come on. Lean back, okay? Lean on me.

I'm gonna help you. Lean on me.

Come here.

That's it. Up you go. Come on.

A little more. A little more.

-A little more, last one.

-Please.

Last push, last push.

That's it! There it is! That's it!

That's it.

That's it. Okay.

Here is your mommy.

-Right there, yeah.

-Let me hold him, please.

My baby.

-It's a boy. It's a boy.

-Oh, my love.

No, no, no!

-Relax. Relax, my love. Relax.

-No! You give him back!

Everything'll be fine.

It'll be fine. We talked about this.

-Yes, yes, relax.

-I wanna hold him!

-Relax.

-No, don't take him.

-Everything will be fine.

-No, don't take him away.

-I'll wait for you in my office.

-I'll finish up and go.

No, no, no, no, no!

No, don't take my baby!

-No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

-All right.

No! Don't take my baby! No!

Calm down. Calm down.

No, no, no! No!

There. There you go.

He grabbed my head,

and he started bashing it

super hard against a pillar.

That's when I fell down.

He continued to hit me,

and then I blacked out all of a sudden.

That's the last memory I have.

He was on top of me,

punching me, looking at me.

That's it.

Hmm.

Okay.

We're going to have to build

a more solid defense

because that won't be enough.

They're accusing you,

and you gotta defend yourself.

Wait, I gotta defend myself?

You're defending me. I don't understand.

Yes. I'm defending you,

and I'm on your side,

but you have to understand

that you have to convince a judge.

Okay? There is a law that is supposed

to be above all of us, all right?

Above you, above me,

above your brother-in-law,

and the judge as well.

But in reality, that's not how it works.

It's the judge who decides.

And it seems to me that for now,

the judge is leaning a little more towards

what, well, Martín's family's saying.

-Hey, girl.

-Hi, baby.

Hi, my darling boy.

Hey. Distance.

Jesus.

What we have to do now

is get the judge to take into account

your version of the facts. Yes?

Our version.

Get her to believe your side.

And make her question

Martín's brother's side.

The thing is, what Darío said is true.

But it's just one part. It's not all.

Right, but you hid things,

which is the same as lying.

Darío spoke and made it seem like

you were a liar.

In order to change that, even though

it was your boyfriend who died,

we have to demonstrate

that you were the victim

throughout the entire relationship.

Do you understand?

And not only do we have to prove that,

we have to try and reconstruct

what happened that night.

I don't know how to reconstruct

a night I don't remember.

I remember nothing. I told you all of it.

I swear. That's all. I swear to God.

I need you to watch this.

It's the audio and video files

recovered from Martín's phone.

How are you, baby?

Have you made any friends yet?

What do you think,

I'm on a f*cking field trip or something?

No. I wanna know how you've been.

Listen, all I'm asking

is that you continue to take care of him.

Yeah, we're taking great care of him.

He goes to school. He has friends.

He eats well. Right?

-Everything's fine.

-"We are taking care of him"?

-Yes.

-And who exactly is "we," Claudia?

-Are you back with Charlie?

-No!

Dumbass? No, no, no.

That's over. I'm with Roque now.

Oh wow, name of a saint.

He is a saint. I'm telling ya. He works.

Works from dusk to dawn.

I don't even see him.

He treats me like a queen

and this one like a spoiled prince.

Look at the new sneakers I got him.

Oh my.

-Yeah!

-Hmm.

Listen to me. I ask you how you are

because I'm worried about you.

Let others take care of you.

Don't give me that bullshit,

for f*ck's sake.

Listen to me, Claudia.

Swear to me that no matter what,

you will always take care of him.

Jesus, I swear!

-Swear to me.

-I swear to you.

I swear to God, but there's something

you're not telling me.

You focus on taking care

of the boy and yourself.

I'm leaving here as soon as I can.

He really needs a haircut.

Did you get lice?

-No, I use a fine comb.

-No. Never.

Why don't you go

somewhere else and jerk off, huh?

I'm just working, Galician.

That hard to understand?

As far as know,

you only work for the highest bidder.

Not a nice thing to say.

It's true though,

and there's been

a lot of changes recently.

Mm-hmm.

María's death really f*cked up

your little side hustle, huh?

That's true.

Maybe I have a way

you can earn some more money.

That b*tch Lefty has been

a huge pain in my a*s lately.

She needs to settle down.

I'll think about it.

What's wrong, Lefty?

Why you so nervous, huh?

-That's what Lalo sent you.

-All right.

Poor guy got beat up good, didn't he?

-They really f*cked his face up.

-He was in a bar fight.

Huh? A bar fight, that right?

And what about you, Lefty?

A little birdie told me

that you're working for the Galician now?

Is that true?

That b*tch wants to come

and change the rules.

I'm not gonna let her

piss all over what's mine.

Haven't you realized by now

that Moranzón doesn't give a sh*t

about what you want?

Which is precisely why

I pay you to help me.

Ooh, is that it?

It's what was agreed.

Yeah, what we agreed for me covering

your a*s and getting your supplies.

Not to make sure you didn't go

from leader to f*cking sl*ve.

That's costs more, Lefty. You know that.

Use your imagination a bit, Lefty.

What do we do to fix this?

What are you gonna give me?

You know what I'm thinking?

-What?

-You're a low-life piece of sh*t.

I'll report you for the money you took.

-Then you'll be the one locked up.

-f*ck you!

-Let go of me! Let go of me!

-Come here, you stupid wh*re.

-Stay still, b*tch.

-m*therf*cker!

-Let me--

-Shut your mouth, or I'll break your neck.

Nice and quiet. Sh! Nice and quiet.

You lost.

Nice and quiet, nice and quiet.

Yeah, that's it.

You stupid wh*re.

You wanna report me?

Why don't you report this, dirty sl*t?

Huh? m*therf*cker.

This how you make your videos? Huh?

You like that, b*tch? You like that, huh?

Sh. Nothing happened here, you hear me?

Look at me.

Turn around and face me, wh*re.

Look at me. Look at me, you dirty f*ck!

Nothing happened here, okay?

You stay nice and quiet, yeah?

Yeah?

Dirty a*s wh*re.

My son.

My son, where is my son?

-I want you to drink this.

-Where is he?

-Drink. You're still--

-No.

I don't want anything. Where is he?

What're you doing?

-I don't want to.

-Don't get up!

-You might get dizzy.

-Where is he, m*therf*cker?

-We talked about this. Relax.

-You r*ped me! You planned this!

-You could take him!

-Calm.

-Hey, relax. Relax.

-Give me my son!

-Now.

-I'm not gonna calm down!

You won't calm down? I'll calm you down!

-That's it!

-Where is my son?

-Come here!

-No!

This what you want?

Why don't you women understand anything?

Is it really that hard? There.

That's it! Are you calmer now?

Huh? You calm now?

f*cking hell! f*ck this sh*t!

What do you want?

Cecilia, we have a problem.

Isn't that Noelia's stuff?

What happened? Where is she?

Did they end up transferring her?

How was the birth? Where is the baby?

The baby's fine.

And Noelia?

Noelia died.

What?!

I don't know

if she went to hell or heaven,

but she's not here anymore.

No. no, wait a minute.

What… what… what do you mean?

But… but what happened? She was fine.

-What happened?

-I don't know.

Oh no.

Noelia is dead.

-Whoa, what?

-I don't know.

I don't understand anything.

I don't understand.

She was very distressed, very upset.

She kept asking me for help,

and she wouldn't let go of me.

She said they were gonna

take her child away.

She didn't want to give it away.

How could that girl have died?

But how? She was just fine.

I have absolutely no idea!

Is that the one Moranzón took out?

Yes! The skinny one.

-The young pregnant one with the curls.

-Yes, I remember her well. Oh.

Oh no. No.

Oh, honey. It's all right. It's all right.

Rubial?

-Yeah?

-Come on.

-What?

-Your daughter's here.

-Oh. Okay.

-Go, go, go.

Come on.

Hi. Look who's here, my love.

Oh, I miss you so much

every time you leave.

Well, the governor and his wife said that…

that it was a joy having her,

and they've had a wonderful time.

-Right?

-That's wonderful.

Well, excuse me, ma'am.

No, wait. Actually, I wanted to speak

to you, um, just real quick. May I?

Does it have to be right now?

Can I just put her to bed first, please?

Uh, well, I mean,

how about we talk for a minute?

All right. Come here, my love.

Do me a favor. Sit there with the lady,

nice and quiet, while I talk to Moranzón.

I'll be right back.

Well, okay then, let's chat for sec.

Look, I…. with all due respect,

Director Moranzón,

I… I really am very uncomfortable

with this whole situation.

They take my girl,

and they've never actually brought

her back when they say they will.

-My heart was in my throat the entire day.

-Right.

And… and look to be honest,

I… I do want you to know I'm very grateful

for everything you're doing for us.

But I don't know

if I want them to take her again.

And the governor's wife may be very kind,

very warm, very loving with my daughter,

I won't deny that, so please

don't think I'm being ungrateful.

But I don't want any more visits.

I want her with me. Period.

Well, I don't know

if that's something I can promise.

What do you mean?

Uh, well, um, the thing is…

the governor and his wife have offered

to formally adopt Brisa.

I'm sorry. Adopt her, what?

No, no, no, no, no!

You never mentioned any of that!

Listen to me, you know perfectly well

that Brisa can only be here

until she's five years old.

And you also know

that your sentence is much more than that.

Have you thought about what will happen

when they come and take her?

Have you thought about that?

Who will take care of her?

You don't know anyone here in Argentina.

You have no relatives

or friends here, no one.

It's your best option.

May I go now?

Excuse me.

Come on, baby. Let's go to bed. Come on.

Ugh, b*tch, that's gross.

-Dirty m*therf*cker.

-What are you doing?

-Just working babe, what else?

-Hey, listen, can you do me a favor?

Yes, my love, what do you need?

Go ahead and plug this in.

-The cyber store's closed.

-Come on.

I'm kidding.

Lighten up, honey.

Wait, put it like this.

I don't want anyone to see.

You beat the crap out of her.

She was all bruised up when she came home.

How I f*ck my girlfriend

is none of your business.

She was crying when she got here.

We ended up f*cking.

She confessed that

you two f*cked, so I had to beat her a*s.

I made her get on her knees and say sorry.

She turned up all bruised again.

Turn it down a notch, man.

It's outta hand.

She doesn't like it anymore.

This isn't fun.

Why don't you back off?

You f*cking loser,

you don't get it, you stupid sh*t.

Open that one now.

Yeah. Yeah.

All right. Open this one now.

-This one?

-Yeah.

Close it. Open this one.

Those sick m*therf*ckers.

Something wrong?

No, just making rounds.

I just heard about the girl.

-The one with the baby.

-Yeah.

Incredibly sad.

You know?

But it's like

I'm always telling you, right?

Their bodies aren't the healthiest,

and, well, all pregnancies are very risky.

Right.

Why don't you keep doing your rounds?

I have to speak to Soriano.

These are the commandments of God.

And God,

He says, "Honor thy father and mother."

And then it says, "Thou shalt not k*ll."

But nowhere does it say,

"Thou shalt not f*ck your kids."

That's why the son of a b*tch f*cked me.

Because it wasn't prohibited.

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

They gave her pills to calm down,

but she's still going.

That m*therf*cking nun

did a number on her.

-Probably.

-Yeah.

-Gladys, this dresser was María's.

-Hmm.

I'll send her things to her sister.

Use it. It's yours.

Fine. Thank you.

Let's not move anything yet.

Leave everything as it was, yes?

Okay.

Listen, why don't you take her for a walk.

Distract her. How about that?

-Take her to eat?

-Sure.

Piquito, let's grab something to eat.

Beef with fries?

Aren't you hungry?

Come on. Come with me.

I don't understand this Bible.

INRI. What even is that?

Died for our sins? How?

I called you 140 times, you c**t.

Why don't you answer the phone?

You napping or what? What the f*ck, huh?

You know what?

Don't say a word. Suck my d*ck.

Son of b*tch, this m*therf*cker.

Don't hang up on me again,

you f*cking smart-a*s b*tch.

Don't hang--

No, f*ck my life. This f*cking b*tch.

I'll beat your stupid a*s. m*therf*cker.

m*therf*cker, what the f*ck is this?

Are you ready to quit being rude? Hmm?

First of all, enough with the cursing.

And second, you're going to apologize.

Okay, okay, fine. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I went too far. Forgive me.

Go ahead.

Are you sitting down?

Because this is gonna knock you

off your f*cking feet.

You remember Moranzón

and the pregnant girl?

She gave birth.

Yeah, so what? Should I congratulate her?

Listen. She was giving her baby up for

adoption but changed her mind last minute.

And now, I've just found out,

she died giving birth.

That's the second girl that's died during

childbirth since I got to La Quebrada.

So now, I'm asking you, Antín,

and I'm asking myself as well,

who gets those babies?