In the Mud (En el barro)

THE EVENTS AND/OR CHARACTERS IN THIS SERIES ARE FICTIONAL,

ANY LIKENESS TO REALITY IS PURE COINCIDENCE.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

What are you doing?

Where am I?

Okay, so you're gonna walk straight

until I tell you to stop,

that clear?

Goddammit. Don't kill me.

All set, sir.

He's taken care of.

Amazing, my man, well done.

Make sure his old man hears about it right away.

Okay sir.

-Yes. Hello. -Boss,

we've got some bad news.

IN THE MUD

The ones who act loud and tough,

who come in screaming and smashing stuff,

acting like big shots,

don't last long.

You're gonna die, you fucking bitch.

It's all about patience.

Making every move count.

Waiting for the right moment to strike.

Gringa's been keeping us under her boot.

Abusing her power, treating us with cruelty.

But all it's done is bring us together and make us stronger.

I'm not gonna let that slide.

C'mon, it's time.

Let's do this.

Hey, what are we eating today?

"Give us today our daily--"

"And forgive us, as we forgive those who

trespass against us."

ET?

You're dead.

"Go, go, go!"

-Motherfuckers! -You fucking piece of shit! Take that!

Get off me!

Take that, you fucking bitch!

Weird bitch, fucking bitch!

Look at you, crawling around with your ass out.

-What's the matter? -"Come on, let's go." Huh?

What's wrong, you want more?

-"Let's get out of here!" -Come on, let's get out of

here! Let's go! Go, go, go!

A little gift from Zurda.

-Get over here, you fucking bitch. -"Let's get that fucking bitch."

Motherfucker.

It's the end of the line, Borges!

Gringa!

Piece of shit.

Goddammit.

Gringa!

-Goddammit, Zurda. -Asshole!

-You piece of shit! -Motherfucker!

You scared? Look at that fat fucking bitch.

Fuck you, Zurda!

You're a real piece of shit, you know that?

Girls!

Over here!

-Fuck Gringa. -Girls!

Hey, twins.

You might wanna think this through.

Zurda's got a long reach, you have no idea.

Shut up, you mummy!

Show loyalty again,

and your situation'll change for the better.

Fuck you, Gringa!

Alright.

That's it!

Cowards!

Cowards!

You're fucked!

I can take every last one of you!

-"Get fucked, you piece of shit!!" -Motherfuckers!

Bastard!

Let's fuck her up!

"Give up, jackass. It's the end of the line."

-"Get her! Let's fucking get her!" -"Shut up! Fuck you, Gringa!"

"Asshole!"

"Bastard!'

"We've had it with you bossing us around, bitch!"

"You jackass!"

I can take every last one of you!

-Come on! -Motherfucker!

Who wants to be carved up first?

Come on!

Who volunteers?

It's over. You're done. C'mon, you can't take all of us.

Just give up.

-Surrender. -Nieves!

What did you do to her?

Let her go!

Let her go!

I said let her go!

-Mom… -Look.

Let her go!

Let her go!

No!

No!

Oh my god! No! Baby! No, no!

Sweetheart! No, no, no!

No, my love!

My love! Sweetheart!

No! No, no!

-No, my love! -Mom…

-Mom… -No, baby! Look at me!

Look at me!

No, honey!

No! No, no!

Fucking bitch.

Mom…

My girl…

Mom…

-My girl… -Mom…

My girl…

My girl…

Come on.

My baby.

My baby.

THREE DAYS LATER

Keys.

Aight, get up.

Smokes for you.

So?

I'm surprised.

First time I get a warm welcome coming out of the hole.

You got me gifts,

didn't ask for money or try to fuck me over.

Don't worry, we'll get to that.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

I've been looking over, the uh--

the report on the collective murder of Misses Casares

and her daughter.

Her entire gang was wiped out.

Not all of them.

There's something about that block, right?

Anyone who goes in there

-ends up in trouble. -I wouldn't get cocky.

I'd wait a bit if I were you.

Because if, for example,

I ask them to dig deeper

into the investigation,

your name might also come up.

And if your name comes up and you get

tangled up, let's say,

in a case of this magnitude,

you could get another thirty years in this place.

Come on, we had a deal.

Gringa and the Warden

-don't have… -The warden isn't here.

You get it mama?

She's out of the picture.

She disappeared, y'know, she did

a Houdini, she's not here.

I'm the warden now.

I

call the shots in this prison.

I decide what deals are valid and which ones aren't.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Good. So tell me,

how do I keep you from busting my balls in here?

What--

What's it going to take

to keep you from stirring up goddamn trouble

in here,

in La Quebrada?

I want my outings.

What outings? With the girls?

I'm a fan of the outings with the girls.

Big fan of that, I wanna be part of that business.

But we're gonna have to make a few changes.

What do you mean?

You can talk about that with Capece.

You answer to him now.

And I'm the one that gives him orders,

which means I outrank the hell out of you both.

Enough chit-chat.

Take her, Marcela.

Easy there, you're nearly strangling your dick.

Mm. I don't know.

Maybe Gringa wasn't our biggest problem after all.

Sure, it's calmer around here now, and all that, but,

I don't know…

Aquino's gonna wanna get even for Meteoro.

They killed his son.

None of us wanted that,

but we're responsible.

Come on, ease up a little, uh--

on the guilt, Nicole.

His dad started this whole mess.

Then that moron Antín fucked everything up for good.

Well,

-as far as he's concerned, we did it. -Relax. He'll come after me, not you.

Excuse me.

Gladys. Hm?

-What? -Uh…