01x07 - The Beast

[bunniefuu]

I'm begging you,
let me out of here, please!

Let me out of here.
Let me go.

Why are you doing this to me?

When they come for you...

k*ll yourselves!

Or you'll end up like them.

The girl...

what will they do to her?

She's the key to everything.

They searched for her all over,
until they found her.

What the hell
is he talking about?

Something's going on
under the ground.

No, no, no!

Rojas?

Rojas!

Rojas...

Rojas!

Rojas!

Don't wear yourself out.

Save your energy.

They're going to shove
all this bullshit,

all this stupid f*cking circus,
right up your a*s.

They'll come for you,
they'll haul you away,

and you'll rot in jail
for the rest of your life,

yet, still jerking off
to the memories

of these people bowing to you,

of these poor b*stards
kneeling before you.

Who are "the poor" ones?

These guys?

No!

I'm the one bowing to them.

I'm the one working for them!

Those who'd rather die
than give up...

will come out on top
in this w*r.

Winning battles
is not the thing here.

You'll find no generals,
no leaders,

no strategic movement
of any sort here.

Endurance, determination,
that's what you'll see.

Flesh... versus... steel.

Throwing flesh at the mincer
seems cruel to most.

Yet, all changes in this world
have just been attained...

by pitting flesh against steel.

There's no other way.

Only flesh will make steel bend.

What are you doing here?

What brought you
all this way out here?

I'm here to k*ll you,
you crazy b*stard.

You think you're fighting
the bad guy?

You think you're up against
the criminal, the monsters?

Each new celebration,

each new medal,

makes you feel
like more of a hero?

What a load of crap!

You're nothing but a knife,
cutting off rotting flesh.

You k*ll to suppress...

to hush up those memories
of death that haunt you...

to gag the ghosts crying at you.

You're an empty shell of a man.

You can feel that rage in you
that won't go away...

that hatred, which builds up
the flame guiding you.

And even if you try to quell
that howling with excuses...

or you sit and wait
for that rage to lift away...

the beast...

will still be...

in here!

Us, K*llers, we're all the same.

It's coming!

No.

No!

No!

No, no, no!

No, no.

No, no.

No!

Easy, Pardita, easy.

They won't be coming.

Please, forgive me.

I'm truly sorry,
but I can't take you with me.

Forgive me, Pardita.

No!

No!

Eh?

Hey?

Rojas!

Rojas?

Rojas!

Rojas!

Rojas!

Rojas!

You b*stards!

I'll get you out of here.

Hey...

Hey?

Hey...

Rojas...

It's so great to see you, bro.

Please, forgive me.

Where's Flor?

Where is she?

I don't know.

- When did I get here?
- Two days ago.

I was all by myself?

Rojas, where are the others?

Castillo was still alive
when I last saw him.

But Doc and Pardo
stayed back in the swamp.

That's all I know.
What about you? What happened?

I...

I lost my way
in the middle of the jungle.

I kept moving West,
trying to hit the border,

but I never made it.

It was like going round
in circles,

always winding up
at the same starting point.

I was exhausted.
I collapsed.

Next morning, I woke up in here.

They get the sick
out of the jungle.

Who?

The nuns.

Take a look around.

These guys are all sick as hell.

Their eyes are all red,
just like Pardo's.

So, how are you doing?

Any vomiting, any dizzy spells?

Are you sure?

Are you absolutely sure, Rojas?

Look at me, come on!

Come with me, Rojas.

- No!
- Come on! Come on!

You'd better lie down.

- Cool it.
- No!

Calm down. Breathe.
Rojas, breathe, bro, breathe.

- Calm down! Easy!
- It hurts!

Easy, easy, easy!

Calm down!

There. It's okay. It's okay.

No, don't! Calm down!
It's me, Díaz!

Calm down, Rojas!
Calm down!