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I prefer the pain.

Because of the voices.

It keeps them away.

You didn't do it.

So why are you cleaning up?

You said you had to study.

What would we do in New York?

I don't know a word of English.

You'll have to help me.

I can't even go to the toilet

without you...

How do you say

Twins in English?

There it is.

Quiet!

Just a bit more!

Please!

Just a little bit more!

Hold on a little! Hold on!

Here we go!

I got it!

A little bit more!

Look.

What did I tell you?

Stay put. When the worst comes,

I'll tell you.

Try to sleep now,

you need it.

Try to sleep.

Competent as a doctor, too...

It was nothing.

Just a patch. He's O.K. now.

What are you two,

husband and wife?

Are we famous yet?

Yes, in bold print.

''Two officers killed

in the line of duty.

Aldo Racco and Sebastian Ponce.

Sleazy trio...

chaos, destruction and death.''

They were expecting us.

As I got to the van

they were pointing at me.

If it wasn't for Angel...

It's pretty obvious.

They kill us, let Cuervo go,

and say he split with the money.

Who wouldn't believe it?

They wanted to screw us.

That simple.

Nando is coming. Let him in.

I like that.

The name of the trio:

Chaos, Destruction and Death.

I'm Chaos.

Nene was there, staring.

Just now?

At me?

I told you he was a fag.

You think

all good-looking guys are fags.

Wait a minute.

Don't underestimate me.

I have a good ass too,

remember that.

Go on, call him.

You'd like a threesome,

you little slut.

Yes, yes...

Easy, easy.

Did I say something?

You want to know the latest?

We're terrorists.

Says who?

Chancho Aguirre,

on the radio.

This gang acts

like a secret

organization,

my dear journalist.

Everyone is interviewing him!

Commissioner this,

Commissioner that...

Nene says they were set up,

that they nearly got killed.

He's covering up.

We'll have trouble

because of him, he knows it.

He's screwed it,

he's scared of us.

- He should pay.

- You suggest we turn them in?

We can also kill them.

Who's going to kill them? You?

It's no good.

It's out of Aguirre's hands.

He'll have to kill us.

All of us.

He has a lot more to lose

than his share of the money.

If they find he was in,

he'll kill us all.

And that includes you, Nando.

We're lepers,

police murderers.

To Uruguay. As soon as possible,

with all the money.

For the Police, the robbery

turned into an obsession.

The death of the officers

was a red ember in their hands.

Any croissants, Elsa?

There aren't any left.

It's been busy today.

They moved fast,

with all their might.

The usual suspects

were the first ones down.

They wanted results.

No, not now.

Pressed by the situation,

the corrupt officers

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