Celda 211 Page #2

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Lose the shirt!

Don't be shy!

Go on!

Cutie pie!

Gorgeous!

He's got nothing on!

Nothing?

Look at that thing!

You're gonna love it here!

Hey, Bubba!

You've got competition!

Turn around, let them see you.

Somebody's gonna get quite

a mouthful!

How many have you strangled,

Superman?

Okay, that's enough.

You've all had a little fun.

Back to your business.

Everybody out.

You'd better watch out. You could win

a beauty contest in here with that.

Who would ever undress

in front of all these fags?

Apache.

Listen up.

Have your men get rid of

the surveillance cameras.

- They've seen enough.

- Right.

- Where is my clean underwear?

- Did you check the second drawer?

I only see the ones

you gave me.

So?

I can't wear these to work.

Why not?

You said you loved them.

I do, but they're personal.

So the gentleman wants to dress fancy

for his first day of work at the prison.

Don't make fun of me.

I just think it's funny you're

worried about your underwear.

I want to make a good impression.

Then don't wear anything.

You should leave a camera.

So they can see you later on,

when you want to negotiate.

Cover it up. That way you control

what they see and what they don't.

Not bad.

You just earned yourself

some underwear.

Get this man

a clean pair of shorts. He can't go

around with his balls hanging out.

Give him yours, jerk- off.

Move!

I'd leave that one.

Which one...

Calzones?

That one.

It's Juan and he's with Malamadre.

What's he doing?

- Why's he covering the camera?

- Clever bastard!

What is it?

He's tricking them.

They think he's an inmate.

He's trying to tell us

he's fine and he's tricked them.

Okay, let's everybody

get this clear.

Nobody outside this room must know

that Juan Oliver isn't an inmate.

If word gets out and they hear

something, he's f***ed.

The SWAT team is here.

I hope this kid's a good liar.

Recognize this bastard?

Look closely.

Is he the son of a b*tch

who beat you up this morning?

No, it's not him.

How about that, Julian?

Today is your lucky day.

You were in for

some real punishment.

But I bet you remember

Mueco here.

Mueco sure remembers you

and your friends.

Went a little far, didn't you?

Look at him.

Look at his face,

he's a zombie.

He wasn't pretty before,

but now he looks like sh*t.

Wouldn't you say?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, he looks like sh*t.

See? You insult him and

he doesn't even blink.

How many of you

were in there letting him have it?

You hardly fit in there.

Then 20 days in the hole.

Okay, come on.

No hard feelings.

What's done is done.

We'll just leave you two alone

for a little while

so you can talk it over.

Talking about it always helps.

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