02x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

EVENTS AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL,

ANY LIKENESS TO REALITY IS COINCIDENTAL.

[suspenseful rhythmic music playing]

[distant siren wailing]

[woman 1] No souvenirs.
Everything in the bag. Don't be stupid.

[exhales sharply]

[breathes deeply]

[suspenseful rhythmic music continues]

Really? That's my mother's birthday.

Yeah.

[woman 1] Hand it over.

[suspenseful rhythmic music continues]

-[laughter]
-[indistinct chattering]

Well, hello there.

-[man] Good evening.
-[chuckles]

-Champagne, huh?
-You want one?

[woman 2] Mm-hmm.

[champagne pouring]

Salud.

-Santé.
-Santé.

-Ah!
-Oh sh*t!

Uh, server, please. Another bottle.

Yeah, the same. Uh, the same brand.

[electronic music playing]

[chuckles]

-Suck me off.
-No, no, no. You do me.

[laughing]

-[woman 2] Hey!
-[laughing]

-Drink, drink, drink.
-[cork pops]

[laughs]

Let's go.

-[moaning]
-[rhythmic electronic music playing]

[moans]

-Watch your step.
-Oh!

[both laugh]

Oh, yes, yes!

[moan echoes]

[moaning echoes]

[electronic music turns suspenseful]

[phone camera clicks]

[music fades]

Hey, man, what's up?

Sure.

[lively reggaeton music playing]

Hey, let's go, let's go!
Move it! Come on, hurry!

We should've left hours ago!
You skanks fall in love in there or what?

Move it!

Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Hurry up, dumbass. Move it!

-[Solita] She talking to me?
-[woman 1] Yes. Let's go!

[lively reggaeton music continues]

[door motor whirring]

[gate closes]

[cell door closes]

[lively music playing over speakers]

Your pay for last week.

What the hell? Why is it short?

I had to dock you for f*ck' up
the pallets of maté you broke, didn't I?

Is that a f*cking joke?
They came broken on the truck.

You're the person who signed for it.
Who else would I f*cking dock it from?

-You f*cking son of a--
-What? What am I a son of?

You should be grateful
to even have this job at all!

Because a convict like you
can either do this job

or you can go work as a maid
scrubbing sh*t out of public toilets!

[mutters]

[man] Did you take any of
the training courses I told you about?

[Gladys] Yeah.

Classical ballet was my favorite.

-I'll be on pointe at Teatro Colón.
-You've been out for a year and a half.

You should be taking a course
every six months.

I work 12-hour shifts. Hmm?

I'm working my a*s off,
and I'm still broke.

When do you expect me
to take these precious courses exactly?

-Your grandson?
-He's good.

Is he going to school every single day?

Yeah, I'd cut off my hand
before I let him quit school.

Juan Pablo is fine.

Kids aren't stupid.

They can tell what's going on with us
better than we can.

Mm, just like dogs.

Okay, can I go now?

I dunno. This place reminds me of prison.

This place is here to help.

The sooner you accept that,
the faster your reintegration will be.

"Reintegration"?

I'm a big girl.

I'm a grandma, not a first-time mom.

This "reintegration" of yours isn't real.

Hmm?

I've been marked.

By my life and by prison.

Nothing is gonna change that now, okay?

Look, I agree with you.

The job you have to work is sh*t.

The whole system is sh*t.
I'm not disputing that.

I'm only saying that
the point of this is not to f*ck it up.

Of all the people here,
half of them go back inside.

And then most of them stay there forever.

Got it?

[uneasy music playing]

[door opens]

[bell ringing]

[woman] Gladys.

This is great.
You were finally able to make it here.

Hi.

There's something
I wanted to mention to you.

And, well, I didn't wanna have to put it
on his school record.

Is there a problem with Juan Pablo?

Well, lately,
he's been a little aggressive

in the way he expresses himself.

Today, he had a fight at recess.

Now, all of this is just
a cry for attention if you ask me.

But is he the only one fighting?

All kids go around fighting. Don't they?

Yes, they do, absolutely.

It's more the threatening expressions
that he's been using.

He told one of his classmates
that he was a Borges.

And whenever a Borges wants,
they can have you k*lled.

[intriguing music playing]

[video game sounds]

[Gladys] Let's move this pillow.
You'll sleep better that way.

Okay, buddy. Come on, give me the phone.

Tomorrow, you have school,
so you have to rest.

That's it for the phone.

When will I get my own? You promised me.

[Gladys] Well, it depends.
It depends on your grades.

Okay, darling. [kisses]

Get some rest. See you tomorrow.

Off with the lights. Off with the lights.

[Gladys] "Off with the lights.
Off with the lights."

-Just give it a f*cking rest, Claudia.
-Well…

-I'm sick of your "off with the lights."
-We have to watch everything.

The b*stards won't stop raising the rates.

Then unplug the fridge. It's empty, right?

Don't be stupid.
I'm not saying it in a bad way.

But you've seen
the price of things lately.

No, Claudia, you're obsessed.
You have to stop. It's insane.

We have to do something
because, yesterday,

the prick who owns this dump
says to me, "Hey, Claudia,

if you don't pay rent in a week,
I'll throw you out on your f*cking a*s."

-Sh!
-Seriously!

He knows we have a kid here.
He knows. He's not stupid.

That's right, Claudia. He's not stupid.

Think like Mario. "You don't have a dime,
you don't have a f*cking future."

Oh, Saint Mario, you as*h*le,
throw us a bone.

I don't have time to wait for a miracle.

We need money now.
I'm getting the boys together.

[suspenseful music playing]

You did tell this guy
seven at night, yeah?

No, 7:00 a.m. We're all here
just to get to know each other.

What are you, stupid?

-[man 1] There he is.
-[man 2] There's Reinaldo.

[man 3] Jesus, finally.

Good evening.

You're half an hour late.

Such an attitude.

How I miss that husband of yours.

At least he had a little more patience.

Patience is for people
who can sit around scratching their ba*ls.

We don't have that luxury anymore.

Well, come on.

Aquino trusts you because of
the relationship I had with your husband.

[man 4] That sh*t's fresh.

This is the first shipment.
We've got a lot more.

But first, we wanna know
how you'll manage with this.

[man 3] Let's see.

[snorting]

[sniffs]

It's good. It's good.

You're not gonna find
anything better around here.

-He's got the best.
-And what's the split?

I'm sticking my neck out for you.
I'm giving you this with no insurance.

So why don't we do this?

I say we split it up 70-30
and leave it at that.

sh*t sells f*cking fast.

Forty or I'm not taking it.

I'm the insurance.

[distant siren wailing]

[distant dog barking]

[Gladys] The plan is simple.

We deliver the merchandise,
take the money,

set aside 55% for Reinaldo,
and we're done.

[intriguing music playing]

[indistinct shouting]

[man 3] Evening.

-[Gladys] What's up, Esqueleto?
-What's up, Gladys?

Hey, slow down. Come here.

Open it.

[tense music playing]

-What's wrong? You nervous?
-Do I look nervous?

Calambre.

[snorts]

Go ahead.

-Go on, dumbass.
-[Esqueleto] Go on, fatty.

I'm sorry, Gladys.

-[officer] Come out with your hands up!
-[Esqueleto] Dammit!

-Let's go! Let's get out of here!
-[Gladys] That fat f*ck sold us out!

[siren wailing]

[g*nshots]

[indistinct shouting]

[Gladys] Go to f*cking hell!

Get me out of here, g*dd*mn it!

-Get me out of here!
-[man 5] Stop, stop, stop! Get off!

[man 3] Come on, dude!

Let's go, let's go!

Go, go, go, go!

[g*nshots continue]

[Calambre] Come on, you son of a b*tch!

f*ck you!

[g*nshots continue]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[g*nshots continue]

-Goddammit, the door's locked!
-Oh f*ck!

[g*nshots continue]

[man 3] I'll see you in hell!

Go, go, go! Run! Run, Gladys, run!

[man 5] Go, go, go!

No!

[Gladys] God f*cking damn it!

[man 3] Hide, hide, hide!
Get behind the metal sheets!

Keep going, Gladys. Go, get out!

Think of your kid, dammit! Go!
I'll cover you! I'll cover you!

Take that, m*therf*cker!

-[g*nsh*t]
-[tires squealing]

[music intensifies]

[sirens wailing]

Freeze! Drop the g*n.
Don't f*cking move, you fat b*tch.

[helicopter whirring]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[siren wailing]

[helicopter whirring]

IN THE MUD

[snoring]

[cumbia music playing over speakers]

[distant whistling]

[snoring continues]

[exclaims in annoyance]

Here's the last two pieces.
Eat them quick or we'll be late.

[phone ringing]

Mm.

Hello?

-Put him on.
-Of course.

Gaspi, it's your mommy.

Hi, Mom.

Are you working at the beach again today?

Hey, my love.

Yeah.

Mommy works a lot.

But I'm always gonna call, okay?

Every day, before you go to school.

You have a big quiz today, right?

Yes. And then I have Joaco's birthday.

It's my birthday soon.

Will you be able to come?

I'm gonna try, my love.

It's just that I work a lot, and I…

I'm gonna do everything I can, okay?

-I love you so much.
-Bye.

Put Grandma on now.

You finish up. Then we'll go.

So? Were you able to find out
if everything went okay?

Did the money come in?

It's all good. I miss you.

-I really miss you too.
-Bye, my love.

Oh, you're quite the liar,
aren't you, little wh*re?

I'm gonna have to be careful with you.

Ugh, this mattress is sh*t, huh?
I'll have to ask for another.

Come here.

Come here, pussycat.

What's going on with your mom?

Nothing. Trouble with the bills.
Same as always.

I've been working a ton.
I think I deserve a raise.

What's with that face, huh?

Come here.

Come here, pussycat.

Come here. Come here.
Come here, my little pussycat.

[moaning]

That's right, pussycat.
This a*s is worth its weight in gold.

-Hey, be gentle, be gentle.
-Yes, I'll be gentle.

Don't bite me hard.

-You know I don't like that.
-No.

I like to bite you hard.

[woman 2] Be gentle.

Fine, sis. I'll get up.

[woman 2] That's it. Just like that.

Like that, Mommy.
I did what you're supposed to do.

Wait, I'll get the strap-on.

-Give me that as*h*le.
-[woman 4] Oh, yes.

[woman 2] Give me that a*s.
Like that, like that.

[woman 4 moans]

-[woman 2] Harder?
-[woman 4] Oh, yes.

[woman 2] Oh, like that.

[woman 4] Oh, come here, come here.
You want some?

[woman 2] Yes, but don't do me
with the strap-on. Just go slow.

[woman 4] You like it like that? Huh?

[woman 2] Slower, slower.

Slower. Like that.

[inmate 1] Oh yeah, you got it, dumbass.

[Selva] Oh, good.

And what's in this box here?
Toys, clothes, anything else?

-Some fortified milk as well.
-[Selva] Oh.

Good. Take everything out
and put it there.

Dump it on the table.

There we go. That's it. Good.

Hang on. Leave it like that.

Someone from the block
will come get it. Don't worry about it.

What's up, guys?

-Let's see.
-This just arrived.

Check it out.

[Yael] Oh, great, they sent everything.

-[Selva] Yes.
-We needed it, especially the clothes.

-Perfect.
-Okay. So, uh, I'll take this back.

And did the milk arrive as well?

It has, but it has to go through
the scanner first.

You can come back for the milk later.

Will it be long?
The kids are having breakfast now.

No.

Take this for now.

Okay, well, tell your bosses thank you,
that this is all very much needed here.

-Bye now.
-[Selva] Here you go.

[bell ringing]

[cumbia music playing over speakers]

[sniffs]

Ah, just get a whiff of that
sweet smell of plenty.

Those documents are ready. Take them up.

You got that?
What are you looking at that for?

You can't see a f*cking thing.

-Take it.
-Give me it.

-[Zurda] Evening. We're here for payday.
-[woman 1] Hey!

-[Victoria] Evening.
-Evening.

Well, it looks like a bonus is in order.
The girls told me there was a good night.

Necklaces, chains, watches, perfume. Wow!

[woman 1] We got your bonus.
We got your vacation.

We even got your weekend with the family.

It's all here.

That's for this week.

No.

-I'm not doing this to get sh*t on.
-[Victoria] Nor are the girls.

They put their asses on the line
every time they go out.

Oh, I heard an echo.

-Get f*cked.
-You get f*cked.

I don't have all day.
Just give me what I'm f*cking owed.

You have it. It's right there.

No. I'm the one who built this business.

My girls are poetry in motion.
I taught them everything they know.

[woman 4] Whoa! Whoa!

-What's going on in here?
-[woman 1] Nothing, nothing.

Just the leader of the p*ssy union
rising up against me.

What's wrong, Zurdita?

Are you ovulating? Huh?

You're very whiny today.

The girls want more money,
and you know they deserve it, Gringa. Mm.

Does this lady know she works for me?

You remember what it's like.

If you don't like it,

cram your a*s in a thong,
and go twirl your p*ssy around.

Unless you don't wanna risk your own skin?

I guess your butthole
is all worn out by now.

Look, if any girl doesn't wanna go out,
b*tch can come tell me to my face.

[Victoria] Stop.

Let's go.

How's that sh*t taste, Ma?

[woman 1 laughs]

[Yael] Hey! Come on, girls.

This place is a mess.
Do me a favor and pick this up.

[Elba] You get the milk?

[Yael] Don't be so impatient, honey.
They brought it.

They're screening it,
putting it through the scanner.

You're the impatient one.

Right. Don't let the kids come back here.
You know the drill.

Another job for me? That's just great.

[cumbia music continues over speakers]

[children chattering indistinctly]

[woman 1] What's up?

Hey, cutie. How are ya? What's good?

Oh, hi, mama.

-Look what came in for us today.
-Ooh, let me see.

You'll like this. See?
The toys have arrived.

-Check it out, girl!
-The kiddos will love this, huh?

Hey.

Uh, hey. Wait, wait a minute.
Let me try to see how it is.

I wanna see
if we maybe need to cut it more.

Taste it.

I think we can get away with
cutting this sh*t a bit more.

-It's nice.
-You're nice.

[laughs]

-Am I?
-Yeah.

[woman 1] I'm the boss today.

[mysterious music sting]

[bell ringing]

[stirring music playing]

[Rocío] A couple scores
you forget to settle, Borges?

Well, I couldn't make my rent,
and I wanted to see if you got uglier.

I'm gonna make you swallow that tongue.

-She's ready.
-Open up.

[cumbia music playing]

[guard] Leave your bags on the bench
and strip down.

Borges, open your mouth.

Take off your bra for me, please.

Lift your arms.

Head to the nurse afterwards.

Open your mouth.

-[softly] What are you doing here?
-I missed you.

[guard] Sh!

[woman] Was everything okay
with today's arrivals?

There's a change in the air.

[door buzzer]

I sense something.

[Selva] You sense right.

Every time new people arrive,

let's say things can get
a bit tense in here.

Here are today's new arrivals.

And the files.

[Selva] I think some feathers
may be ruffled in the henhouse.

It's because of a returning prisoner.

Gladys Guerra.

[Beatriz] Yes, Borges.

I've heard of her. Her and her husband.

He gave Antín hell.

Does she have unfinished business here?

Well, yes.
She has quite a history in this place.

And lots of inmates who support her.

-Should we isolate her for a few days?
-No. That'll be worse.

Let her settle in.

In any case, if she causes trouble later,
we'll move her.

It's in God's hands.

[Olga] So I'm watching
the new group of prisoners.

-And I see Gladys.
-No, you're sh1tting me.

[Olga] I… I know. I was speechless!
I said, "What are you doing here, Gla?"

-She told me the story.
-[Yaniela] What happened?

[Olga] She'll tell you.
No, she'll tell you. I can't.

[inmate ] Mami!

[inmate 2] Hi, you old bag.
Take a nap, mami.

[inmate 3] Looks like Medicare arrived.

Gla! No, Gla! I can't believe it.

-Oh, I missed you so much, really.
-[chuckles] What's up?

Did you miss me?

-[Gladys] A bit.
-Yeah, you'd better. How are you?

-[Olga] She'll tell it better than I can.
-[Gladys] Good.

-Look who I found.
-[Yaniela] What's up?

-[Solita] I found her on my walk.
-[Yaniela] What's up? It's been so long.

-All good?
-[India] You look gorgeous.

-[Olga] She missed us.
-Hey.

-[Coca] How are you, darling?
-Hi, girls. Hey!

She missed us. That's what happened.

-[Solita] That's right.
-Welcome.

Gla, if I'd known you were coming,
we'd have thrown you a party or something.

Are you stupid?
Why would she celebrate coming back?

-But it's true, girl. We missed you.
-Yes.

Finally, a familiar face.

This place was filling up with
venomous snakes and dumbass skanks.

-Yeah. My God.
-[laughs] Yeah.

[Solita] Hey, Gla, why'd you come back?
What happened?

By the way,
Yael doesn't run with us anymore.

-She's solo.
-[Yaniela] No.

And trouble is always finding her.
I'm telling you she's not in a good place.

Hang on.

-[India] She'll get through to her.
-[Olga] She'll get through to her.

[sniffs]

[Gladys] Hey, Yael. Hey.

Psst. Yael.

[Yael] Okay, wow.

The last thing I expected
was seeing you back here,

the way you went out.

-How you been?
-I get by.

Mm. And Brisa?

-Hmm?
-[Gladys] Know anything?

She's fine. Better than here.

Honestly, I don't really get
this sudden interest of yours.

You didn't seem to give a damn
the whole time you were outside.

No, that's not true.

I had to deal with
my own stuff outside, hmm?

[Yael] Mm.

[unsettling music playing]

[music fades]

[cumbia music playing over speakers]

They just brought Borges in.

Who?

Borges. She's got history in La Quebrada.

She got out, but they caught her with coke
and sent her back inside.

Next time you leave, don't come back.
You're like bad luck.

-Will she be trouble?
-I don't know.

You don't have to worry.
She might have to.

There was a little something
with the Colombian.

Mm-hmm.

What are you talking about,
you f*cking toad?

-Go back to the swamp you crawled out of.
-Hey! I know what I heard.

And I heard
they used to f*ck an awful lot.

Until Gladys got out,
and then the Colombian got all sad.

-Shut your trap, ET. That's bullshit.
-It's true.

Oh, someone's jealous, eh?

Borges ate your little girlfriend's p*ssy
with a little bit of salt, some pepper?

Keep talking, you piece of sh*t.
I'll break your teeth in.

-[woman 3] Chill, b*tch.
-Guys.

-[woman 1] Keep talking.
-Guys.

Stick your nose where it doesn't belong,
see what happens.

-It was nothing!
-Why are you talking?

Why do you say this sh*t?
You know it bugs me. Why do you say it?

My baby girl. Come here. Everyone, get up.

Come here. Come here, sweetie.

Why the long face?

Nothing. My head hurts.

Come. Just rest your head here.

You want me to tell ET
to make us something good?

No.

I'll make her cook something yummy
for the girls.

I'm not hungry.

Should we order sushi?
Call a guy to bring us some sushi?

No, I'm fine.
Must be a stomach bug, is all.

This isn't about that f*cking as*h*le
you were seeing outside, is it?

No.

Well, that f*cking as*h*le

is the whole reason you were put in here.

The best thing that could happen to you

is to never see him again
in your f*cking life.

You hear me?

Do you have any idea how much I had to pay

so the judge would put you
in here with me?

-Huh?
-Mm-hmm.

Good, come here.

-This might look good on you.
-That?

I can't wear it.

No, not that one.

-Why not?
-[Anabella] It looks like sh*t.

It's like the bath mat from your house.

That skirt's too tight.
You look like a street corner wh*re.

Do it like her.

-I can wear what I want.
-'Cause you don't have t*ts.

[laughs]

[reggaeton playing over speakers]

What happened?

Was the food so expensive outside,
you had to come back?

I trusted someone I shouldn't have.

Ah. You and half the unfortunate souls
in this place.

-Mm.
-[Zurda] Come here.

This is different, huh?

Yeah. They cut off the Internet
and took our phones,

and the business dried up.

[Victoria] Now Casares is
the biggest d*ck in here.

Oh, yes, Casares. I hear that name a lot.

Yes. Sit down.

-Smoke?
-Sure.

Gringa was transferred here a year ago
after another prison.

She and her crew came in hot.

When she arrived,
they were breathing down my neck

over the whole Rubén thing.

[Gladys] Right.
He'll never use his pecker again.

Since then, she runs everything.

The commissary, the pills, the drugs.

We had to settle.

How's that going?

[Zurda] Our girls go out to work at night.

[Victoria] There are
a lot of stupid tourists, you know?

They pick them up and take everything.

-Nothing left behind, like piranhas.
-[Gladys] Uh-huh.

[Zurda] They take their money, passports,

laptops, nice clothes, whatever.

They go out two, three times a week.

-They come and go.
-[Zurda] Yes, they come and go.

But if something happens to them,
that's it.

They're left to fend for themselves now.

[Gladys] Have you still got
the same girls?

[Zurda] Some of them.
I lost Cleo after the fight with China.

They transferred her.

They carted off Piquito
when she k*lled the nun.

Say goodbye to the world, Rosetta.

-Take my secret to the grave.
-[sinister organ music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[Piquito] Hell yeah, I've got troubles.
I'm leaving my home.

You know what it's like
to leave it all behind?

My entire life was here.

[guard] You ever shut up?

[Piquito] Don't shove me.
What's wrong with you?

-Don't take me from here. Leave me alone.
-[guard] My partner too scary?

[Piquito] Don't shove me.
I've been in here seven years.

You know what that means?
I have an education.

Something you don't have and never will.

You wouldn't even know how to treat a cow.

Have you ever had a cow, son?

And you, stop crying already.

[Zurda] And the Galician's
not here either.

After the beating you gave her,
they took her to the hospital,

and she didn't come back.

Allow me to introduce an old friend.

Old, your a*s.

Ah, wow.

Now I understand these guys.

I'd get robbed for a shot at one of 'em.

What's up? The girls told me about you.

I'm Gladys. How's it going?

I told her you were a great friend
who'd helped me out a bunch of times.

-[Gladys] Oh yeah?
-A friend of hers is a friend of mine.

[Anabella] I can't say
I'm glad they brought you back,

but I'd rather you than someone else.

They only ever bring trash here
these days.

Why do you say that? Because of me?

I want out as much as anybody.

Jeez, don't be so sensitive, girl.

That golden p*ssy belongs to Gringa.

Anyone else touches her,
she'll lose her sh*t.

They transferred in
all these stupid young girls.

It's impossible
to get along with any of them.

They're dirty, looking to stir sh*t up.

That's why, if you want,
there's a spot for you here with us. Hmm?

It ain't what it was,
but still, there's a spot.

[Victoria] Mm-hmm.

And who can say, as time goes on,

maybe we can get Gringa
out of our way, okay?

-[Victoria] Mm-hmm.
-I just got here, hmm?

I need to give it some thought.

You know where to find your friends.

Welcome, Borges.

To those who've gone.

And to those who come back.

To good things.

[in Spanish] ♪ I don't even take the tip
Of that f*cking d*ck ♪

♪ He doesn't even have enough
To start with ♪

♪ I will never fight him ♪

♪ He barks, but doesn't bite… ♪

CONGRATULATIONS ATTORNEY COCA

[in English] You're the first lawyer
I'll be able to get along with.

-Congratulations, really.
-[Coca] You're my good luck charm.

Yesterday, I passed my last exam,

so you'll be
my very first official client.

[all] Hey!

That's our girl.

Gladys, I wanna introduce you to someone.

-[Gladys] Mm.
-No, come. It's important.

-Stop. Don't pull on my cup.
-It's important. Follow me.

[in Spanish]
♪ I don't wanna take the bad stuff ♪

♪ He's clueless and asks for trouble ♪

♪ For those who have nothing ♪

♪ That b*tch has no street smarts ♪

♪ Isn't that something? ♪

[in English] This is my teacher.
Hey, Teach, this is Gladys.

Chill with that.

Seems like none of us are safe out there.

Even teachers end up in jail. [chuckles]

Well, I try to use what I know
and teach some of the girls here to read.

-I'm Helena.
-You'll need a miracle for this one.

-I've been learning.
-We're doing well?

-Yeah, yeah.
-Good.

[Rocky] That dirty b*tch Sabina
is with Yael.

All day, she makes Yael cut cocaine.

Okay, listen. We're gonna practice math.

-[Rocky] Right.
-Let's count.

Thirteen plus two?
Keep the bigger number in your head.

Thirteen in your head.

[Rocky] Three plus… three plus two.
Okay. Three… four…

-[Gladys] Keep going.
-Four, five!

-Good, well done, well done. Now add--
-[Gringa] Borges!

I'm Gringa Casares.

I've heard of you.
I know how it works here, more or less.

-I don't want trouble.
-Good.

You can work for me if you want.
You'd be welcome.

I know you have a history here,

but you know,
the first night can be rough, so…

-A little welcome gift.
-Thank you.

Ruda macho. Like me.

[laughs]

An herb to scare away the bad spirits.

You can put it under your pillow
or up your f*cking a*s.

[Rocío] Borges! Come with me.

This way.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Solita] Hey, kitten,
I was getting worried.

God, you're gorgeous.

[all cheering]

Yeah, that's my babe!

[all chanting] Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey!

-Where's my girl at?
-Huh?

-My girl. Nicole.
-Nicole? Uh…

-Listen.
-What?

-We have to be quick.
-You're gonna be quick?

-I don't think so.
-[laughs]

Where are you, Nicole?

[all chanting] Encore! Encore! Encore!

Nicole!

Nicole!

-Encore!
-Nicole!

[cumbia music playing]

Yeah.

You like that? Just for you.

[moans]

Come here.

Right here, baby.

[moans]

Oh, that kills me.

[moaning]

Oh, take it all off.

[moaning]

Oh, like that.

[moaning intensifies]

-You like that?
-Oh, yes, yes, yes.

-[music fades]
-[moans echo]

[knocking at door]

It's unlocked.

[door opens]

[Rocío] I've brought the inmate.

Come in, Borges.

Beatriz Lanteri, director of La Quebrada.

I've heard a lot about you.

Seems you have some influence here.
Some clout with the inmates.

I can smell when a prison's vibe shifts
from a mile away.

Call it my perception.

Today, I perceived hope on people's faces,

and I'm afraid
I might have to be worried about that.

Don't let prejudice blind you.
People can always change.

Generally, it's for the worse.

I see you were welcomed. I'm glad.

Let's keep that fraternity going.
I like a well-tuned violin.

You're just another member
of the chorus here. Got it?

I don't want people stealing the show.

I'm not much of a singer.

All right.
That's the end of the introductory chat.

[phone ringing]

[Beatriz tsking]

[phone ringing]

Answer it.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Hey.
-[Antín] Hey, fatty.

Aren't you the screwup lately?
It's sh*t after sh*t with you, isn't it?

What the hell do you want, Antín?

Can't you toe the line
for one g*dd*mn minute?

I heard how you ran into their trap
like a f*cking amateur, you dumb f*ck.

Is that how you repay people
who help you out?

By making them look f*cking stupid?

Did you just call to bust my ba*ls?

Have you met Beatriz?

Yeah, just now.

Poor thing. When she found out
you were landing in La Quebrada,

her hormones got all messed up.

She's a good girl.
It's why I put her in charge.

She's devoted. Loyal.

She asked me to soften you up,
so don't make trouble.

You hear me?

-We done here?
-Hold your horses, lady. Wait a second.

Tell me what you're planning.

Are you gonna spend your 30-year sentence
nice and quiet like a good girl?

Or do you wanna live a little?
Maybe cut a deal, start a venture.

What do you think?

Remember, I'm always watching you, girl.

-I'm hungry.
-Yeah, try not to swallow your tongue.

I better let you go.
We don't want your champagne getting warm.

Your c**t is getting warm, a*s--

[disconnect tone]

[Beatriz tsking]

Leave the phone.

Did you get the message?

Mm.

Tomorrow, I have to watch soccer
or I'll blow my brains out.

You handle the dipshits.

But we're meeting with the investors
for the new prison expansion.

They want a video from you,
and they'll want to ask you questions.

No, no, no, people don't ask me questions.

They only come to answer my questions.

And my only questions for them
is how much money,

and into what accounts
will they be depositing it?

So pull up your pants
and bring me the liver, kidneys, gizzards

of those sons of b*tches.

Go on, move your d*ck.

I told you not to take your eyes off her.

Why can't you do what I say?

Lazy f*cking c**ts!

Twats!

She's a slippery piece of a*s, huh?

She got you hypnotized.
I don't know why you--

-[mocking]
-Gringa, Gringa, Gringa!

-She pisses me off!
-But chill.

-What's going on?
-Where were you?

-In the yard, smoking. What's wrong?
-You weren't in the yard, no.

I was there, Gringa. They didn't see me.
I was in the yard, smoking.

-You were smoking?
-Uh-huh.

[intriguing music playing]

[sniffs]

You don't smell like cigarettes.

-You smell like cheap perfume.
-No.

No? What are you covering up?

Son of a b*tch!

Son of a f*cking b*tch!

You have a hickey, lying b*tch!
You're cheating on me with someone!

-Enough, Gringa! Stop it!
-What do you mean "enough, Gringa"?

Enough, Gringa? Enough?
You think I'm an idiot?

-It hurts! Stop!
-You think I'm…

Yes, I'm doing it so it hurts, you b*tch.

[Nicole] No, Gringa.

-No, no, no, no, no. Please, no, no!
-Look what you make me do, you b*tch!

-[sobs] No, no! It hurts, Gringa!
-Look what you make me do!

-[Gringa] Nobody touches what's mine!
-Please, Gringa!

Nobody! You b*tch!

-[sobs] Oh, please stop it.
-Nobody cheats on me!

-No! Ow, it hurts!
-Nobody touches my things!

Nobody touches my woman!

-It hurts!
-I'll k*ll whoever touches her!

I'll k*ll her! I'll k*ll you, you b*tch!

[sobs] You're hurting me.

[sobs] I'll k*ll you, you b*tch!
I'll k*ll you, you b*tch! I'll k*ll you!

Look what you made me do!
Look what you made me do!

[Nicole] You hurt me!

-Oh God, why?
-[Nicole sobs]

[soothing music playing]

[Rocío] Hey, Borges. Hey. Come on, get up.

-Time for school.
-School?

I just love reminding you
you're in La Quebrada, Borges.

Come on. You have a visitor.

Get dressed. Hurry up.

I don't got all day.

-You sure about that?
-Yes.

-What are you doing here?
-What?

Let's go, you two! Move it!

They're always busting your ba*ls.
Can't I just wake up in peace?

Keep walking.
Keep your trap shut, slowpoke.

[Yaniela] Who are you calling slowpoke,
you ugly f*ck?

[cumbia music playing]

Oh, hey, Claudita. I'm so glad you came.

How are you? And the boy? Hmm?

[cumbia music fades]

[unsettling music playing]

Hey, look at me.

Don't tell me
you're f*cking that b*stard again.

-Claudia! We talked about this.
-No. No, nothing to do with him.

It wasn't him. It was the guys
who delivered the coke to Reinaldo.

-What?
-They…

They grabbed me when I was taking
Juan Pablito to school one morning.

Is he all right?

Talk to me, goddammit.

[sobs]

[Gladys] Is he okay? Tell me!

They sent me a video
so you could see for yourself.

Okay, hold on.

[unsettling music continues]

-[Reinaldo] Hi, Gladys. Look who I've got.
-Oh, Juan Pablo.

You thought you'd get to leave the party
just like that?

-You were the guarantee.
-f*cking damn it!

Now the guarantee is your grandson.

Aquino wants it all
or you'll never see the boy again.

You got that? Is that clear, fatso?

Son of a b*tch.

[music swells to crescendo]

[music fades]

[theme music playing]

[music fades]