Locked Up (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Patrona de los desesperados - full transcript

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Every person making my life
more difficult...

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...is going to be dealt with.

She's etched my name into her forearm,

and she shows me every time I see her.

You're making a very serious allegation.

I need you to show me your forearm.

Take her to solitary.

Anabel will never find out.

How much could we make
from what it's carrying?

And when Anabel finds out,
what's the plan?



This doesn't make sense.

I realized

that this was going to be my world
for 12 years

and I grabbed onto you
like a float, desperately.

But you do the same.
I think you cling to me to avoid Saray.

I don't know how to make you leave me.

Zulema has €3 million
buried somewhere in Morocco, right?

You must convince your brother
to go looking for it.

I'll break you out.

I'm prepared to share the money
you want to steal from me.

Tell me what it is you want from me.

Lieutenant Lorenzo.

I need to know how
the missing girl investigation is going.

The husband kidnapped the girl
in order to sexually abuse her.



In his meeting today, he'll be
holding his wife solely responsible.

Now, only one person
knows her whereabouts.

She has a week to live.

In a couple of days
my brother will have the 1,5 million.

The ball's in your court.

-Helena, are you okay?
-No.

Last night you were in her cell,
touching her hair.

Are you messing with me?

Because all of this
is very important to me.

I've decided to take the risk.
Now you have to do the same.

What the hell have you done, Zahir?

I found this in solitary.
It's a piece of Zulema's clothing.

It's likely she didn't eat
as much as we thought.

Swear that you don't know
where the girl is and I'll make them stop.

If I say where the girl is,
will you help her?

Of course.

She's in a place that Cesáreo knows.

She was going to save the girl.

She's alone in a stable in Santa María.

Security alert.
Lock down all cells. Find Zulema.

Zulema has disappeared from the infirmary.

I repeat, Zulema is missing.

All activities are suspended.

All common areas are off limits.

Come on! Everyone inside! Now!

All inmates,
return to your cells immediately.

All inmates,
return to your cells immediately.

Two, two.

Cafeteria clear.
We're heading for the yard.

I want every corner
of this damn prison searched.

Attention. All inmates,
return to your cells immediately.

-Hurry!
-Leave that, for fuck's sake.

...to your cells immediately.

Attention. All inmates,
return to your cells...

-Library?
-Clear.

Gym?

Clear.

-Yard?
-Clear.

-Cafeteria?
-Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing, Fabio.
There's no sign of her anywhere.

Attention. All inmates...

-Get to your cells!
-All right!

Inside, now!

-Visitors room?
-Clear.

-Phone booths?
-Clear.

The fucking bitch!

All inmates, return to your cells...

Repeat. All inmates...

She slipped in the shower, poor thing.

She's in the bathroom.
Zulema is in the bathroom.

Attention, I need assistance to get
inmate Helena Martín to the infirmary.

She's seriously injured.

Prepare the infirmary. Inmate injured.

Repeat, prepare the infirmary.

You'd better pray
she comes out of this alive,

or you're fucked.

I'm as upset as you are.

We could have been good friends.

It's a shame she's a cop, isn't it?

Lock the cells. No inmates on the gallery.

No inmates on the gallery.

Cells one, two, three clear.
Lock the doors.

-Lock the doors.
-Fucking hell. Lock the cells!

-Gallery clear in cell block 2.
-Valbuena.

An inmate has hung herself
from the upper gallery.

Behind you, up on the gangway.

What the hell?

Help!

-Call Sandoval quickly.
-It's no use, Valbuena.

Her neck's broken. It's too late.

We have a suicide.

An inmate has hung herself
from the gallery.

It's Susana Tamayo.

Oh, dear God.

What a tragedy.

It's a good thing she told me
where the girl is before hanging herself.

Every cloud has a silver lining, jailer.

What are you doing over there?

I had a nightmare.

Tell me something.
Is there any chance for us?

Okay, you don't have to answer.

Is there another woman?

Another man?

Is this lovers' quarrel
going to go on all night?

I swear I'd pay your fares to Havana
if I thought you'd make it work.

Prison isn't the place for second chances.

I hate to see you like this.

If you like, I'll ask
to be moved to another cell.

So, it's over between us?

Yes.

All right.

All right then,
you ungrateful fucking bitch.

I want you out of my cell now.

Fucking hell!

I never want to see
your spoiled brat face again.

Got it?

Curly, please.

So...

have your breakfast at the first seating,

avoid going out to the yard,
and don't cross my path in the showers,

because ungrateful cows like you
make me sick.

When I get back, I don't want to see you
in my fucking cell.

But...

She'll get over this, right?

Of course.

Like you get over menopause.

What's this saint card doing here?

Curly has one, too.

What the hell does this mean?

I don't have one.

Who the hell put these here?

SAINT RITA

It says here that Saint Rita
is the patron saint of impossible

and lost causes.

What makes us lost causes?

They have all the signs
of being death cards.

Someone has marked you, girls.

It's what they do in Colombia
when the don wants someone sentenced.

This is how they warn you
that you're going to die.

Would you cut it out, you witch?

You can keep your evil spells to yourself.

No one else has them, right? Only us.

Maybe the chaplain left them for us.

Maybe he thinks we need to be saved.

The chaplain? What are you on?
The chaplain, my foot!

-It must have been the Mexican.
-It can't be the chaplain.

It's Anabel.

You stole her drugs...

and sold them.

Bambi betrayed her,
and I got her sent to solitary.

It's her.

She wants revenge.

I wouldn't put any
twisted punishment past her.

-That damn bird. Seriously.
-Antonia, stop.

-That stupid bird!
-Curly.

Curly! Come here, please.

Did someone call me?

Curly, stop fooling around and come here.

Tell her I don't want to speak to her.
I'm taking these books.

I need to study and get out of this dump.

This is serious.

Anabel has threatened us
and we have to do something.

If Anabel comes anywhere near me,
I'll take her on and knock her out.

Curly, please listen to me.

-Christ.
-Maca, what are we going to do?

Protect each other and stick together.

Shit. Maca, that's what you said
about the calendar,

and then you let us down.

This is different. It's important.

Things are only important
when they happen to you.

So, come on!

What are you saying, Antonia?
This affects all of us.

This is something Sole cooked up
to scare us.

Right, Sole?

Or maybe Anabel warns before she strikes?

No, she doesn't.

She's got another week in solitary.

Let's calm down a bit, okay, girls?

I'm going to take something.

I'm feeling sick after all this shit.

Wait!

Inspector,

forgive me if I don't get up
to give you a hug,

but you can see my position.

They're afraid I'm gonna bite myself.

I've changed.

Since Susana's death,

I want to embrace goodness.

I don't even know
what to charge you with anymore.

Is talking to a lunatic a crime?

Because that's all I've done.

It's okay.

I've got something to tell you.

They found the girl.

She's dead.

I tried to get her
to distrust her husband.

Then I tried to give her some peace.

What did Susana say?

That she needed peace.

I've never seen anyone so upset,
in so much pain.

They'll put you in a mental hospital.
You'll never get out.

I can't help you now.

You said you know where the girl is.

-That's right.
-Where?

Do you think...

this is any way to have a conversation?

Chained up like an animal?

I'm not unchaining you.

I'm not even giving you water.

So, either you tell me where Amaia is,

or I'll gag you and you can sit there
staring at the ceiling.

Do you think losing your temper
will help Amaia?

Wouldn't you prefer a relaxed chat?

You injured a police officer.

And you can thank God Helena's okay,

or they'd be putting you back together
with superglue right now.

Where is the girl?

I'm not sure you're the person
I should be opening up to.

Fucking hell, you fucking bitch!

Calm down!

-She has no idea where the girl is.
-You don't know that.

You don't know where she is.
You have no other suspects,

no leads to follow.

Inspector.

Inspector.

I know plenty of things.

I know that good old Cesáreo
dug a 600-meter tunnel

to dodge you when he left the house.

Big deal, I knew that.

What you don't know is what he did next.

You must have been combing the area,
digging like fools, eh?

Following the trail of a van
that was always parked in its place,

never thinking that Cesáreo

emerged from the tunnel,

crossed the forest,

walked across town,

and caught a bus.

And now,

riddle me this.

Where did that bus go?

Well, we've got something.

The driver recognized the Tamayos

and said they were traveling
with shopping bags.

But he doesn't recall when or where
they got off the bus.

The bus makes 23 stops

across nine towns.

And they could have caught another bus
in any of those towns.

It's like looking for a needle
in a haystack.

She knows, doesn't she?

Yes.

Zulema knows where the girl is.

And she's sent us here to prove her point.

Now the game begins.

You have to make a deal with her.

We have no choice.

By the way, I won't be pressing
assault charges against her.

She's won.

-I'm sorry.
-Hey.

She won a couple of battles
and you got a bump on the head,

but she hasn't won the war, okay?

Okay.

Macarena.

Ready?

Macarena Ferreiro, cell 234.

I request a transfer,
and you put me with Zulema?

Helena Martín was moved to another prison.

This is the only free bunk,
along with Susana Tamayo's.

And there's nothing you can do?

Valbuena does the allocations,
so speak to him. Now go inside.

But don't worry, Zahir and Vargas
will be in solitary for a while yet.

Welcome.

Shouldn't you be in the workshop?

Get going.

I heard Helena was working undercover.

That's right.

That's why I couldn't say anything.
I didn't want to put her at risk.

I'm sorry for having put you through that.

Well, a bit of jealousy isn't a bad thing.

But I'm glad you've told me because...

I was going crazy thinking about
what you two might be doing.

And I don't want you to be jealous either.

That's thoughtful of you.

Curly and I are over.

We have to think about our plan.

When are we going?

Macarena, it's not like we're planning
a day out at an amusement park.

Listen.

We need time.

We need...

We need a strategy, right?

First, your brother has to get back
from his trip.

-Have you heard anything?
-No, not yet.

All right. When he contacts you,
tell him not to call me.

He should come and see me,
but he mustn't call.

Do you understand?

He mustn't call.

And in the meantime,
I want you to stay calm.

I don't know if I can do calm.

Because all I want
is to get you in a corner and...

So don't ask me to stay calm.

Don't get into trouble
or draw attention to yourself, okay?

I can't wait for our time to come.

What the hell do you want?

Firstly, I want to thank you
for negotiating with me.

I think it's the right thing to do.

Secondly, get my Gypsy out of solitary.

She did it because I threatened her.

Saray Vargas.

Inmate 02587.

Your stint in solitary is over.

How's your dick?

-Is it okay?
-Fine.

In perfect order.

But I'm coming under pressure
to press charges against you for assault.

What do you think?

You could do that.

But then I'd have to say in court

that there was a rape.

And they'd investigate,
and you'd have to explain.

Saray is out.

Now tell me where that girl is.

I have some demands first.

For example, chocolate.

Christmas came and went,
then Valentine's Day,

and I didn't get one box of chocolate.

Be careful how you play your cards,
and don't try to be too smart,

or you may find things backfire on you.

You should play yours carefully.
I'm very clear about mine.

Go ahead.

My freedom in exchange for the girl's.

That's impossible.

You're serving sentences for the escape,
kidnapping, extortion, assault.

You're already serving two sentences,
with a case pending for violent crimes.

I won't deny
that I've made mistakes in the past.

No judge would sweep two sentences
under the carpet.

Of course not. I wouldn't expect them to.

But I've been here long enough
for my good behavior

to bump me up to day release.

In the trial for Casper's murder,

everything went in our favor.

She shot herself in the head.

She should have had
gunpowder on her hands,

but as you know, she fell in the shower

and it was washed away.

The escape.

I was kidnapped and forced to run,
just like Macarena.

The extortion.

Hanbal Hamadi wanted
a million-euro payoff,

and he used me inside jail to get it.

Do you expect me to lie for you?

To convince the judges to release you,
so you can hurt someone else?

I sense your contempt,
and I'm getting tired of it.

If you keep this up,

I'll demand to speak to another officer.

IA must be hoping for that.

Are you threatening me?

No.

I'm saying that...

your grudge against me is stronger
than your wish to save the girl.

If that girl dies, it won't be my fault.

They only had candy bars.

Thank you. I love chocolate.
It's good for the memory, isn't it?

And I need to take care of mine.

Because if you take your time
sorting out my future,

I might forget where little Amaia is.

I'm doing this for my mother.

If they find me, I want to look okay.

To save her any more pain.

Catching a few rays, are we?

You look bored.

I heard you broke up with Curly.
That's a shame.

What the fuck do you care?

I heard they commuted Anabel's sentence
because of her depression.

She gets out of solitary this afternoon.

So don't worry,
you'll have plenty to keep you busy.

-Pass the ball.
-Hey, what are you doing?

Curly.

-Let go of the ball. Let it go.
-No.

Listen to me!
Anabel gets out of solitary today.

-I don't give a shit.
-Yes, you do.

-Give me the fucking ball!
-Listen to me!

She's threatened us. She's after us.

-I'm not listening. Fuck off.
-Don't be a fool.

-Christ!
-Curly, this affects you, too.

Look, I don't care
if you screw in elevators,

or if you're not a lesbian.

I can't help it if you fell for a bastard,

just like I can't help it that I fell
for a spoiled brat like you.

All I can do is screw myself up.

-Leave me in peace.
-Fine.

There's fuck all I can do
if you won't listen.

Christ, Curly.

-Whore!
-That's enough. Calm down.

-You think that's enough?
-Stop!

What are you doing?

Stop it!

Fucking stop!

-You got a saint card, too.
-I don't give a shit!

What the hell's going on?

-Fuck you!
-Christ!

Don't let me see you in another brawl,

or I'll put you in solitary
in the fucking dark.

-You'd be doing me a favor.
-What was that?

-Say it again.
-Nothing.

-Are you okay?
-I'm fine.

Did you have fun?

All right, fuck off.

COMMITTED SUICIDE

ODDS OF RESCUING AMAIA JIMÉNEZ
GETTING SLIMMER

Inspector, there's a call for you.

If it's IA, tell them I'm taking a dump.

It's a man who says he has information
about the kidnapping.

Put him through.

Putting you through.

Inspector Castillo. Who am I speaking to?

Good morning, Inspector.
I'm calling from Frecuencia Radio

about the kidnapping of Amaia Jiménez.

How did you respond to the deaths
of the only two people

-who knew the girl's whereabouts?
-With great sadness.

Is it true that Cesáreo Tamayo
was killed in front of you?

I'm not authorized to say.

You're not authorized to say, I see.

And what about the death of his wife?

Is it true you wouldn't admit her
to a psychiatric ward,

and that she committed suicide in prison

-after 48 hours of interrogation?
-Will that be all?

Or have you not finished pissing me off?

You should know that
this conversation is being recorded.

Really? That's good,
so you'll be able to replay me

morning, noon and night.

You can fuck right off!

You're scum!

You have no respect for
the feelings and dignity of others!

Son of a bitch! Bastard! Asshole!

-How's it going, my friend?
-Fucking great.

Maybe I'll go down to Marbella,
and hang out with the IA guys.

What? It helps me think.

Remember when we were on patrol together?

We'd pick up some lowlife and give him
the good cop, bad cop routine.

I realize now that I was the bad cop.

The numskull, you might say.
And you were the good cop.

What the hell? Did you call me over here
to wipe your nose?

No, I called to ask if you'd come back
into the police force with me.

The two of us.

Like before.

What do you say?

I say, why the hell are you drinking
at this time of day?

I haven't slept in two days.
I don't even know what time it is.

Fuck, Damián.

Give Zulema what she wants.

Amend the reports if necessary,
make a deal with Judge Andrade,

and you'll resolve this fucking case.

If you fail now, you're fucked.

And let that bitch walk free?

It wouldn't be the first time.

I won't even have time for that.

They're about to take me off the case.

Christ, you're a real crybaby today.

I failed with Karim.

I failed with Hanbal.

I failed with the fucking escape,

and it took you to tell me
they were in Morocco.

I've needed more patching up
than a porcupine's inflatable doll.

Inspector. We've had a call
from Cruz del Sur.

Amaia's parents are there.

They want to see Zulema Zahir.

Apparently, she called them.

But she's in solitary.

How the hell did she call them?

Anabel will be out of solitary
this afternoon.

That woman is a psychopath,
in the scientific sense of the word.

She's incapable of
feeling empathy or affection for anyone.

She only cares about making deals.

And revenge is part of making deals.

Give it a rest.
We know she's coming after us.

The question is, what do we do?

What do we do? What the hell can we do?

Get the most dangerous gang in the prison.

The biggest.

We have to stand up to her and end her.

How will we do that?

The same way she does.

By buying gang members.

With her money.

We just need to get her money,
and she'll be easy game.

-That's crazy.
-Why?

For Christ's sake, Sole.

Do you want us to be her maids
for the next 15 years?

No, Anabel won't want me as a maid.
She says I'm a slob.

Listen, how will you get her money?
You don't know where she keeps it.

I think the carrier pigeons
are moving it for her.

Shut your face, you stupid junkie!

She must give it to that guy

who gives her a little loving
every Thursday.

That has to be it.

It can't be in the cell. No way.

Would she really give it to the guy
she pays to screw her?

She doesn't even trust her mother.

I'm sure the money's here somewhere.

Are you? All right, then.

Start looking.

There's only 25,000 meters
of reinforced concrete

between you and your treasure.

What are you waiting for?

You guys need a reality check.

You've pissed her off enough
over the drugs.

Now you want to get ahold of her money?

What do you think she's gonna do
if you steal her money?

Cry in her cell?

Anabel is evil.

And this will be much worse.

So, what do we do? Let her finish us off?

Hey, Macarena! Macarena.

My lovely Macarena!

I've been so hard on you,
and now I could just eat you up.

-What do you want?
-What do I want?

To tell you I love you.

I should worship you at the altar
of the sisterhood of lesbians.

-Thank you.
-What for?

You and Curly broke up, didn't you?

That makes us sisters.

Macarena and I are sisters now!

If anyone takes her on,
they're taking me on.

Attention Macarena Ferreiro.

-Go to the visiting room.
-Fuck.

I repeat, Macarena Ferreiro
to the visiting room.

See that?

What's up with you?

-Sure I can't get you anything?
-No, thank you.

Inspector, these are the girl's parents.

Cruz del Sur's governor is away,

so I've asked the Inspector

to authorize your visit with Zulema Zahir.

You need to know
that she's a very dangerous prisoner.

Why do you want to see her?

She told me on the phone that...

the woman told her
where my daughter was before she died.

And that you wouldn't negotiate with her.

Is that true?

There's a procedure
for negotiating with a prisoner.

A procedure? And how long does that take?

How long?

Because the police medical advisors say

that my daughter could be dead
in two days.

So, if that prisoner knows something,
you can't stop me from asking her.

We can do this,

but we're gonna do it my way.

The conversation will be in the yard,
in the open air, under surveillance.

Zulema has made it clear
that if a guard comes near her,

she won't say anything.

Very well. In that case,
her hands and feet will be tied,

and she'll be in the cage.

-How was your trip?
-Very good. Very good.

If it wasn't for you,
I'd never have gone to Morocco.

-You prefer La Manga.
-Sort of.

And the money? Do you have it?

Yes, I do.

Okay.

Now find Fabio and give it to him.

-But don't call him.
-All right.

I have a crazy woman after me.

She mutilates people, beats them.

I testified against her,
and now she's after me.

I have to get out of here
as soon as possible.

If Dad were here
he'd know how to get you out.

I can't stop thinking about him,

and Mom.

From the minute I wake up.

I haven't felt the grief
I expected to feel.

It's so strange.

Days go by and I think about everything

as if it was all just a dream.

As if it were a movie or something.

I don't know if...

prison dulls your emotions, because...

I've done things...

I've done things that...

I'm turning into an animal.

-No.
-Yes.

Like the women I was afraid of
when I came in here.

Maybe when I go see them at the cemetery,

then it'll hit me
like a punch in the face,

and I'll crumble.

But right now, I can't.

-I just can't.
-I know.

I'm proud of you, sis.

-No.
-Yes. Yes.

Because of your strength.

Because of our strength.

Look. Listen to me.

When you get out of here,
you're going to the Caribbean,

and you're going to forget all this.

-I mean it.
-Yes.

-And you'll take me with you, I hope?
-Of course.

All right.

-We'll start over.
-The two of us.

And Fabio.

Yes, of course.

And Fabio.

I won't forget that.

Come here.

Hey, keep away from the hand.

-What happened to you?
-Nothing.

-What the hell happened, Román?
-It's nothing, Maca.

Román.

Zulema's money, as usual,
came with strings attached.

It was hidden behind a bear trap,

-and I put my hand inside.
-Fuck.

I was trapped for 13 hours.

At first, I couldn't bear the pain,

but gradually you get used to it.

I suppose that's what happens...

when the nerve endings
are completely severed.

It bled for at least two hours
and then it stopped.

Then...

it started to turn purple.

I was about to cut off my own hand.

Come here.

Over here.

Come on.

Grab the screwdriver from the floor
and stand on a chair.

They finally got me out of there.

I spent three days
in the hospital in Asilah.

I don't know if I'll regain
the use of my hand,

but I have the money, Maca.

Maca, I have the money.

-I'm sorry.
-It's going to be okay.

Look at me. Look at me.

Mess with one Ferreiro,

and you mess with all the Ferreiros.

Mess with one Ferreiro,
and you mess with all the Ferreiros.

The parents are coming out.

Units in the yard,
watch every movement Zulema Zahir makes.

The parents are outside.
I repeat, the parents are outside.

Backup Unit 3,
position yourself to the south.

Unit 3 in position.

My condolences
for what you're going through.

I'm sorry I can't shake your hands.
I'm not allowed to approach you.

It's a pleasure to meet you nonetheless.

I have to ask you a favor.
Would you take off your clothes?

I know the police will have
put mics on you,

but for both your daughter's
and my protection,

our conversation mustn't be recorded.

Fuck. Zulema's making them strip.

-Watch for any suspicious movements.
-Roger.

Keep a visual on the target.
I repeat, keep a visual on Zulema.

Take off the mic.

Take off everything,
including your underwear, please.

Move them 30 meters away.

-It's okay, I've got her.
-Awaiting orders.

-What are they doing?
-Moving the clothes and mics.

Awaiting orders.

-That bitch.
-Fuck.

When you speak,
put your hands over your mouths.

Christ almighty!
She's ten steps ahead of us.

How much can you give me
for your daughter's freedom?

An amount that seems fair,
that won't ruin you.

I trust you.

-I don't know...
-Your hand.

Sorry.

-We'll need a bit of time.
-Half a million will do.

I promise you, I'll do what I can
to get your daughter back.

I know this situation is very complicated,

but I'll tell you one thing...

-Careful.
-The mother's approaching Zulema.

Awaiting orders.

She's crying. What did she say to them?

-Get them out of there.
-Get them out.

-I'm on my way.
-Get them out now.

They're about to be removed.

-When your daughter is safe...
-Yes.

...I'll call you.

-You'll keep your side of the deal?
-Yes. Yes, of course.

You have my word.

It must be hidden somewhere.

Cut it open and look inside.

-Open it.
-Nothing.

A thousand times I must have seen her
receive money and put it in her bra.

The question is,
what does she do with it then?

It must be a clever place,
one that no one else can get to.

Maybe she uses her pussy as a piggy bank.

Go and smoke a joint and sleep it off.
She gets on my goddamn nerves!

Maybe she gives it to a guard
for safekeeping.

Valbuena, maybe.

She gets out of solitary this afternoon.

Your stint in solitary is over.

No, that's impossible.

Anabel wouldn't trust anyone.

Much less an officer who'd spend the money
while she's rotting in here.

No way.

Let's think about this.

-What's a typical day for Anabel?
-The same as the rest of us.

Eating, shitting, pissing.
There's not much choice in here.

She goes to the cafeteria,
but not the kitchen or the gym.

They turned the laundry room
inside out after the escape.

My God, let's think.

Maca, it's not in her clothes.

It has to be somewhere
she can access easily

that the rest of us can't.

Christ! What else does she do?

Nothing!

She spends all day in here
reading magazines.

That's all she does.

She has no friends and no vices.

She just requests books from the library,

then sits here all day...

reading magazines.

Damn.

Get out of here.

What's the matter? What's up?

Get a move on!

-What the fuck!
-I'm sorry.

What the fuck is your problem?
Ever heard of knocking?

Look, it's the most sought-after brunette
in the kingdom.

Do you like my drugs?

-Getting a good price for them, are you?
-Yes.

It's an outstanding...

Afghan heroin.

Yes, it is.

Shut the door now,
I'm trying to pee. Go!

-See you later?
-Yes, just shut the fucking door.

I'm trying to have a pee!

Fucking pain in the ass!

We spoke to the judge.

In less than 24 hours,
your sentence will be revoked,

and the parole judge
will grant you day release

and you'll get your freedom.

A wise man.

We'll have a police officer with us,
so be very careful.

They know the territory very well.

Now keep your side of the deal
and take us to Amaia.

I'm a woman of my word.

Anabel...

requests books from the library.

That's true,
but then she doesn't read them.

Why does she request books,

if she spends all day reading magazines?

I know what she's doing.

Help.

Help.

Help!

Help me!

Move! Move! Move!

-What happened?
-Curly!

Curly, what happened?

Curly. Shit!

Fuck!

What did they do to you?

You were right. They broke my ankles.

Anabel!

I'm going to kill you, you fucking bitch!

You'd better hide
because I'm going to destroy you!

Fucking bitch!

What the hell happened?
What is it? Dear God!

Damn it. Shit.

Put that money back.

It's not yours.

It isn't yours, either.

You hide money for a dealer.

For a pimp,

a killer.

You're her treasurer,

her accomplice.

I'm not hurting anyone.

I just collect the money
she leaves in the books I lend her,

and then I keep it here for her.

I'm Switzerland.

Switzerland isn't responsible

for the Jews who were burned
in the concentration camps.

Switzerland holds the money of thieves,

and that allows them to go on stealing,
killing and fucking people over.

This is a prison.

In here, we all survive as best we can.

Even Switzerland

can be robbed
of their untouchable fortune.

Maca.

If you take that money, they'll kill me.

I'm sorry, Sole.

I'm doing the same as you.

Surviving.

-We're following the M-538 route.
-Roger.

Where do we exit?

It's straight ahead.

Airborne unit.
No towns visible for 30 miles.

This is fun. We're like Bonnie and Clyde.

I'm Bonnie,

well, sort of,

and you're Clyde, only lame and bald.

We make a nice couple.

We should run away together,
don't you think?

Which way now?

Take a right,

towards the setting sun.

You're turning onto a dirt road.

Repeat, you're turning onto a dirt road.
You're not heading for Soria.

The road leads to wasteland.
There's nothing else.

-Where the hell are you going?
-Awaiting orders.

It's not so hard to change sides,
is it, Inspector?

We all do it from time to time.

Depending on what's at stake.

The line gets blurred,

and you get confused
about what's right and wrong.

We're going straight ahead.

There are no adjacent roads
or forks in the road.

-Roger.
-Don't you agree, Inspector?

You must have done a couple of bad things.

We all make mistakes

and have to start over.

I know all about that.

Here we are. Stop there.

Coming to a halt.

All units on standby, coming to a halt.

It looks like...

you have a nice little gang there.

The Saint Card gang,

one might say.

If war is what you want,

war is what you'll get.

Do we still make a pretty picture?

Well, well.

I see you've made some new friends
while I've been away.

No.

I bought them, just like you do.

And I bought them with your money.

Almost €46,000. Wow.

Not bad.

But you'll have to find another
hidey-hole now, sweetie.

You fucking bitch. You fucking bitch!

Let go of me!

You bitch! You...

Let go of me!

You have nothing now.

You have no money.

Actually, come to think of it,

you do have a lot of debt.

And in here,

lots of enemies,
and plenty of people who hate you.

But I can help you,

if you'll be my maid.

Stop!

Okay, show's over! Move it!

Get out of here!

-Zulema's getting out of the car.
-Where the hell are we?

All units, take your positions
and await orders.

-Roger.
-Roger.

Roger.

Prepare the medical team.

We don't know what condition
Amaia will be found in.

Roger. Medical team ready.

Airborne unit here.
We're combing the area.

Copy.
Look for any small shelter or building.

Anything that could be a hiding place.

They're approaching the bench.

-It's here.
-What? There's nothing here.

Here?

I don't even see a shepherd's hut.

But look at that sunset.

It's magnificent.

What the hell's going on here, Zulema?

I used to come here with Hanbal
to watch the sunset.

I wanted to see it one last time.

Sit down, please.

Police units...

Castillo's walkie-talkie is off.
What the hell are they doing?

Give them time. Don't intervene.

I repeat. Hold your positions.
Don't intervene.

They say you reach a point
when you realize...

that all the good things
in your life are behind you.

What little good is left for me,
I'll owe to you.

So speak to the judge.

And stop trying to trick me.

I know you're an intelligent man.

Think about it.

If you do nothing,
I'll be in the same place as I am now.

But you'll lose out,
the girl's parents will lose out,

the poor girl will lose out.
Everyone will lose out, except me.

Come back with a written pardon
from the judge...

and some new shoes for me...

and I'll tell you where the girl is.

What the hell is the inspector playing at?

I don't know. He's just sitting there.

Airborne unit combing the area.

There's no sign of any huts or shelters.

Precisely, Your Honor. We'd have to speak
with the public prosecutor.

We have enough proof that Zulema Zahir
was not the ringleader of the escape.

That's right.

We also have new information
about Hanbal Hamadi, the Egyptian.

Under these conditions,

her lawyer could make a request
for her to be put...

on a semi-open regime.

That's right.

Okay.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Put that down. You won't need it now.

What the hell is that?

I gotta wash your dirty underwear, too?

It's the money that Zulema hid in Morocco.

This will help clean up your record.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Bastard!

Open your mouth.