In the Mud (En el barro)

EVENTS AND CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL,

ANY LIKENESS TO REALITY IS COINCIDENCE.

You like that?

-Oh, goddammit. -Come here. Come here.

Come back.

What is it?

I'm late for my flight.

You'll have free passage at Ezeiza.

Hop off the plane in Panama. Alberto will be waiting to swap suitcases.

Okay? Don't call him. Wait for his call.

Why are you treating me like I've never done this before?

This is yours.

What do you mean mine?

I'll be carrying, like, a million, and this is what I get?

Well, I dunno. I'm just a secretary. An employee.

Your attention, please.

-Nicole García! -Yes?

Come with us, please.

I'm gonna be late for my flight.

I understand, but that suitcase didn't go through the scanner, did it?

-Let's go. Come. -This way, please.

I'm going, okay?

IN THE MUD

ROCKY

I just wanna say a few words to honor her memory.

'Cause we all know if you didn't have beef with Rocky,

you weren't in La Quebrada.

She was a piece of work.

But she was really proud to be here, you know?

She got locked up for killing the piece of shit who abused her daughter.

-Motherfucker deserved it. -To Rocky!

To Rocky!

Hey, girls. Do you know where Gladys is? Is she still in the hole?

-Yeah, it's bullshit. -Why? What happened? What did she do?

Beef with Gringa or the director or whatever.

I have no idea.

-Weren't they working together? -No idea. How would I know?

Show some respect. This is a funeral.

-Come on. -You rude bitch. Kiss my ass.

From now on, this man's your responsibility.

You understand?

Make sure he doesn't go without food or water.

You keep him safe or else you won't be.

Mm-hmm.

And clean this place up a little.

You can smell the piss from Casa Rosada.

Let's go, sweetheart. Come on.

I'm gonna put some pants on you. Okay? Give me your foot.

Oh man, what happened to Antín? Too scared to show his face?

Take it down a notch, Borges.

Go ahead.

You throw that and you'll be stuck in here for a month.

That clear?

Look, I know this is a shitty place with a real shitty atmosphere

and shitty vibes, and I know I'm no saint,

but I still think you should be kissing the ground I walk on.

If I turn you in, you'll never see the sun again, okay?

I don't care about that at all.

All I want is to save my grandson.

Don't play the victim, Borges.

You snuck a man into prison.

You got Antín into a hell of a mess, and me…

Antín doesn't care about anything.

Not about you or my grandson or, well, me, of course.

Make sure she eats, stays hydrated, and sees no one.

We'll see how things go.

Here. Have some water. Come on.

The fuck's wrong with you?

You need to drink water or you'll get dehydrated.

If you don't cooperate, I can't help you.

How much do they want for me? How much?

Tell me. I can give you double, triple.

Shut up already. Just shut up. You're gonna get me in trouble.

Eat.

You don't wanna be here, clearly.

Are you a hostage, like me?

Do they force you to do what you do? To hook up with guys?

-You don't know shit about me. -Or you about me.

I know you don't have a girlfriend.

I know you really love women.

I know your dad pressures you to work with him

and to be the best at everything.

And that pisses you off.

That's plenty, right?

I remember you so clearly from that night.

I can help you leave this life behind. You understand?

Hmm. What the fuck makes you think you can trust someone like me?

I have no choice.

It's okay. Go ahead.

Wait here.

Come on.

Hey, Bizca, what the fuck is that?

It's a mental exercise thing. Supposed to help with anxiety.

Works both side of the brain, you know.

Gonna take more than that to fix your brain.

Dammit, lost it again. For fuck's sake.

Oh boy! Look who's back again, huh?

I'm just here to get my things. That's it.

Come on. Get out. Come here, baby. Have a seat. Let's talk a little.

-I don't wanna sit down. -Nieves, have a seat.

Come on, please. I'm sorry. I'm not gonna hit you.

I'm so sorry. I mean, I dunno, I…

Well, I just snapped. You know me.

I… I've got a short fuse, right?

But you know everything I do for you.

Everything I did to bring you here so we could be together. Right?

Come on.

You should've thought of that before you killed Ciro.

Hey, I got rid of that stupid fucking guy because he was taking advantage of you.

-Don't touch me. -Understand?

It's his fault you're even in here.

No, I'm here because of you.

You're a Casares. You know it.

You'll always be. Go ahead and get used to it.

Nothing you can do about it.

I am a Casares.

Yeah.

And to me, being a Casares is worse than being dead.

-Watch out. -Look who finally decided to show.

Hey.

Whoa, what's the matter?

What's your problem?

What, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?

My problem is, if I can't go out, I can't work.

And if I don't work, my kid doesn't eat. That's the problem.

Plus, I have a hearing today.

Hmm.

Money, money, money, money, money.

Money, money, money, money.

Money, money, money, money.

I really need it.

So come and get it.

Yeah.

-No. No. I can't. I'm sorry. -Don't say that. Keep going, papi.

-Keep going. Give it to me. -No, baby.

-Come on. Keep going. Look at me. -No, I can't. I can't.

-Please keep going. Look at this. -Sorry, baby.

Look at my tits. Suck on them. Come on. Suck on them.

-Here. Hey! -I gotta stop. I can't…

No, what's wrong? Don't say that! Come on!

-Dammit, what is it? -Oh.

Hey, what is it? Did you get yourself a slut out there?

Are you kidding me? What slut? Seriously?

I've got a lot on my mind.

You know, I am out there struggling to make ends meet.

I asked you to behave in here, and all you do is fuck things up!

Go fuck yourself. Go to hell. Get outta here.

I'm the one who's stuck in here, who has to deal with all this bullshit.

You're living it up for all I know with some chick you just met.

-You've turned into a coward, Fabiana. -Don't give me that shit.

You're trying to make me feel guilty.

Gringa fucked me over,

and the fucking annoying bitch of a director too.

You don't know what I'm dealing with.

You're lashing out at me now?

You really wanna take it out on me?

You don't wanna try again?

No.

Oh, this trembling's driving me fucking crazy!

Jesus Christ.

Yeah, well, sounds about right.

That's because of all that shit you've been taking.

Hey, at least you're alive, right? You should be grateful for that.

Yeah, sure. My ass is like a sieve with all these injections they give me.

I'm so anxious, I could jump outta my skin. Yay, life.

Come on, a little optimism wouldn't hurt.

You gotta look past all that stuff. Think about the future.

Think about your daughter.

Focus on the good stuff.

She already has a mom, and I'm not it.

-Hey, girls. I have some amazing news. -What?

My lawyer got me conditional release for tomorrow.

-That's great! -Congrats, honey!

-Yeah, we gotta celebrate, right? -Let's do that!

Check over there. I think I've got a little something.

-Let's do this! -Amazing, amazing, honey.

-Congratulations! -Ay, ay.

-Get all the good stuff out. -Let's set up over here.

-So? You got my stuff? -It's all I got.

Price is going up after this. This stuff's hard to come by.

Hey, don't be a buzzkill, honey.

All right, let's toast.

-Let's go! -Cheers, come on!

Cups up. Cups up. Come on, babes. Cheers!

-Bottoms up! -Yeah! I'm out of here tomorrow, girls!

-Yeah! -Awesome, babes!

Come on. Come on. Make some noise.

AQUINO SON STILL MISSING

I spent 20 years as a criminal lawyer.

Nearly half my fucking life dealing with criminals.

Do you really think it's normal to keep a kid as a hostage in here?

Tell me.

I'm hearing the words you're saying, and I don't know who's talking right now.

Is it the same woman who was with the architects yesterday?

The one who was hammered, drunk out of her mind,

and getting tongue-tied and stumbling around?

Wait, you're not drunk now, right?

-Let me smell your breath. -Cut that out.

I told you something was up with my food. I was poisoned. I don't know.

I felt like shit. I'm looking into it. Don't change the subject.