Locked Up (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 13 - Líquido - full transcript

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Soledad Núñez. Will you marry me?

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Yes!

Tomorrow, you have a conjugal visit
with your husband.

If need be, he'll come every day
until you get pregnant.

Agreed?

I'm not a nice guy.

In my relationships, I want fantasy.

Sex.

If you don't agree with my management,

fire me, and that's the end of it.



Here, you don't need a heavy hand,
you need an iron fist.

She's a housewife.

Anabel will be out of solitary
this afternoon.

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

Get the most dangerous gang in the prison.

How will we do that?

By buying gang members. With her money.

-Do you like my drugs?
-Shut the door now.

I'm sure the money's here somewhere.

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

I'm sorry, Sole.
I'm doing the same as you.

Surviving.

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

I bought them with your money.



You fucking bitch!

You bitch! You...
Let go of me!

Where is the girl?

My freedom in exchange for the girl's.

Do you expect me to lie for you?

Release you, so you can hurt someone else?

Give Zulema what she wants
and you'll resolve this fucking case.

And let that bitch walk free?

Come back with a written pardon
from the judge,

and I'll tell you where the girl is.

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 have the money.
-Now find Fabio and give it to him.

What happened to you?

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

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

What the hell is that?

It's the money that Zulema hid in Morocco.

This will help clean up your record.

I'm really sorry.

But returning that money
was vital to getting Castillo on our side.

I'm an inmate
and you're a fucking prison guard,

and we'll never be anything more.

Dad's will was read yesterday.

Did he leave us anything?

Not much, really.

It's not like he had property
in Monte-Carlo or any Swiss bank accounts.

And I guess no bastard children
have suddenly appeared either?

Not that I know of.

So we're alone in this world, sister.

The only strange thing is...

do you know what he left Castillo?

Do you remember the Sherlock Holmes book,

the first edition that Dad had?

He left him that.

I don't know.

How did the inquiry into Karim's death go?

How do you think?

I emptied a cartridge into a man's head

and kept shooting
until I ran out of bullets.

I kept pulling the trigger.

The prosecutor wasn't very moved
by my pain.

Right.

Fuck them.

Has Fabio told you the escape plan yet?

When do we start?

What is it?

What?

There is no plan, Román.

No, there isn't anything.

Fabio lied to us.

The money you gave up your hand for,

he says the police have it.

It seems like there isn't
a single man in this world

who isn't tempted to cheat and lie to me.

The difference being,
I'm going to kill this one.

Román.

Your time is up.

Four, three. Come on.

Oh, my.

What is this?

Oh, no, girls! No! You're really going
all out for my bachelorette.

No, no, no!

Remember I'm a transplant recipient,
menopausal, and a Christian!

Where did you get the uniform?

What do you mean my uniform
isn't here, fucking junkie?

I left it here on Friday,
so move your ass and look for it.

It's not on the list, Valbuena.

Look, Méndez, Martínez, Palacios...
It's not here.

Go on, girl!

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Tomorrow I want my uniform spotless
and the pants ironed.

Or you'll spend a week
in solitary, understand?

Understood. Understood, Valbuena.

I'll look around.
Maybe it needed some sewing.

You wouldn't have torn a cuff
or lost a button, would you?

Go ask your mom if I lost a button, bitch.

Girls, girls, girls.

What's wrong?

Oh, goodness.

My heart's beating really fast.

You've suffered an arrhythmia, Sole.

For a transplant recipient,
this is very serious.

Well, girls, my bachelorette
has come to an end.

Your chances of developing
a dilated cardiomyopathy are very high.

From now on, you need to avoid
any stressful situations.

My recommendation is that
you postpone the wedding.

Doctor.

Tell me to cut out salt,
cold cuts, saturated fat,

but don't tell me I can't get married,
because that will kill me.

I'm going to give you a monitor,
so I can check on you.

It's a device that continuously
measures your heart rate.

It will alert us to any abnormalities,
and if it does,

it's all over.

-Understood?
-Crystal clear, Doctor.

Relax and take it easy.

Sole, make sure that...

tomorrow is the happiest day
of your life, but not the last.

Yes.

Why are they taking so long?

Because breaking the law, as you'd expect,

takes time.

Time is a luxury
a dying girl cannot afford.

Can I make a call?

It's personal.

Castillo, no.

I'd like to make a reservation.
Yes, for tonight.

At 9:30.

The name is Zulema Zahir.

Zahir, with an "H."

Yes, just one person. Thank you.

I've spent years dreaming of wild turbot.

Kabila.

The semi-finals of the interprison
boxing tournament starts...

They've granted you day release.

I repeat, it starts at 11:00 a.m.
in the gym.

And when can I leave?

Right away. It's Friday, your weekend.

Now? It's Sole's wedding day.

I wanted to catch the bouquet.

If you want to stay, I can take you later.

No, thank you. I'll call my sister.

Whatever you want.

I'm not usually one
to give prisoners a lift,

but given the state you're in,
with broken ankles, well...

Do you remember the abortion pill
my sister gave you?

It was strychnine.

I put it in your coffee to kill you.

The only reason you're alive
is because Sole put a stop to it,

but personally, I don't give a shit
whether you live or die.

Acting as a taxi
or giving me fucking chocolates...

won't make me forget.

No.

Son of a bitch.

What's up, Romay? I'm skidding.

I'm skidding. Can you lift me up?

But for Sole's wedding,
we're going to bust a move.

...at 11:00 a.m. in the gym.

I repeat, it starts at 11:00 a.m.
in the gym.

They're going to release Zulema.

Bravo.

It hasn't happened yet,
but it won't be long.

The public pressure is unbearable.

Your dad left me
a Sherlock Holmes first edition.

Why?

So you don't torture yourself
for killing my mother.

There's no way to apologize
for killing someone's mother.

There are no words.

They don't teach you that at the academy.

I think about you all the time.

And I know you're
the most innocent in all of this.

Sure,

and yet Zulema is the one being set free.

Well...

she's not out yet.

We're out of options.

I'm not out of options.

I have plenty of options.

I can do the dirty work.

If I beat up Zulema,
I need something from you.

Whatever you want.

My freedom.

I get out once the girl is safe

and I never return to Cruz del Sur.

I give you my word.

So, you wanted to see me?

I left my knee pads in my cell.

I have some test results.

Guess what.

What?

You're pregnant. 20 days.

I can't be,

not 20 days,

because my husband only visited me
15 days ago.

Don't inject me!

Well, 20, 15...

There is always margin for error, Saray.

The important thing is
that you're having a baby.

We need to do an ultrasound,
then we can see the fetus.

Sole, here's the dress they've authorized
for the ceremony.

Thank you.

Wow, look at that!

What a dress!

They may have authorized that,
but the tarot and Sandoval say otherwise.

Look, Sole.

You're marrying the husband of a woman
whose heart you now have.

The tarot won't understand that.

It looks like the groom's daughters
won't either.

What's wrong?

The embryo still isn't visible,
but the gestational sac is.

Let's see where it is.

There it is! Look.

There we go.

I want an abortion.

I thought it was planned.

No way. My husband has no idea.

You and I both know
this is no place to raise a child.

You don't need to decide right now.

I've already decided.

I don't want to bring a child
into this world, end of story.

Look, Saray,

bringing a child into this world
will make it a better place.

Also, you don't know it yet,
but you'll really want this.

Thirdly and finally,

a child always helps you
through the bad times.

I know. Now you go home,
knock your wife up,

and go for a walk in the country.

Look, a few days ago, my wife
lost the baby we were expecting,

and then she left me.

I would love to go home,

knock my wife up
and go for a walk in the country,

but I can't.

I'm sorry,

but I'm not going to have a baby
just because you can't.

As your doctor,
I will support you in your decision

after you've thought it over.

Do you know what we should do?

You should go to your cell
and sleep on it.

Let me know tomorrow, okay?

No low punches
or anything below the waist.

I want a clean fight.

Touch gloves.

To your corners.

Fight!

All right.

Maca!

Come on, Maca!

Come on, you can do better than that.

You need to work harder.

Break it up. Shit! Break it up.

Fight!

Ferreiro! Hey!

No!

Do you want some ice to numb the pain?

I don't mind the pain.

Ready.

Good.

Last one.

I want a phone.

You can pay your debt with my silence.

And with my backside.

Go get ready.

You'll have your freedom in an hour.

Good.

Justice is served.

Hey.

Miranda.

Leave here and turn left.

They're releasing Zulema.

But do you know what I think?

She's doing us a favor.

And saving an innocent girl's life
at the same time, right?

Do you know what I think?

In life, you need to
get rid of anything toxic.

Toxic relationships, toxic bosses.

Even toxic inmates.

You know what I like most about you?

Your honesty.

That's what I need in a man right now.

I've already told you.
I'm not who you think I am.

And what did I do?

Did I get scared?

Did I run away and ask for help?

Maybe you thought this was a game,
but it's not for me.

Are you sure?

I'm not looking for a rebound affair.
I'm monogamous.

-And monogamists don't play?
-No.

We can play.

But I'll have to punish you.

A bad girl...

who came to school without clothes.

And without me asking.

Punish me.

Bambi, my things.

From now on, they'll have to
call you Chucky. Remember that.

You're here.

I'm having déjà vu.

Well...

-I almost left without saying goodbye.
-Yeah, I noticed.

You're going, I'm staying.

I never imagined
this is how it would turn out.

Well, whatever.

We both did all we could
to get out of here.

You betting on a guard,
and me with the kidnapped girl.

Things went badly for me,
just like you said they would.

I need to accept it.

There's no other way.

Zulema, a hug?

And a punch.

With the dumb blonde look
and the old man by your side,

I almost liked you.

It seems unfair to me
that you won't go to your dad's wedding.

We've come to ask you not to marry him.

Great. You've come to tell two adults

to not do
what they've freely chosen to do.

Yes. Two adults that got to know
each other through glass.

Not just through glass.

Your dad and I have experienced love.

You got to know him
by stealing confidential documents.

And with a sentence of 22 years.

What kind of love story is that?

It's a shitty story.

What do you want from my dad?

I only have 11 more years.

You're a murderer who killed her husband
and set him on fire.

Did you expect us to celebrate that?

-Of course not. No.
-No.

But you could respect your dad more.

If you don't want to celebrate
his happiness, that's your problem.

Let me tell you something.

Doctors have tried to stop this wedding,
so has the tarot,

and now you two.

Pay attention to this.

Love can be felt through this glass.

Love can be felt through iron bars.

And you can feel that outside,
someone, somewhere,

is thinking about you.

Your dad chose me out of 100,000
other women, free women.

And that is really brave.

So, from the bottom of my heart,
I'm very sorry, but I'm getting married.

Come on.

I don't have much time.
I won't beat around the bush.

Where is the girl?

Oh, God.

I burned my stomach with an iron.

I gave myself a mouth infection
with bacteria from the toilet.

I ate my own tracksuit.

Do you think you can torture me?

I'll be honest. I'm not a torturer.

I...

I'm...

I'm an accountant.

When I don't know something,
I search for it online.

Want to make an atomic bomb? Internet.

You want to kill someone? Internet.

I get it.

What are you going to do? Tell me.

Force me to swallow detergent?

I've already had my stomach pumped.

No, much simpler.

A syringe...

and air.

There we go.

Where is the girl?

I won't take long.

Where's the money?

I gave it to the police.

Right.

I'll be back.

You fooled everyone, Fabio.

First I thought you were helping my dad,

then I thought you were helping my sister.

There was even a nice love story
between the two of you.

And now...

Now, it seems it was all

to get to the money that cost me my hand.

Look at it.

No!

Four, three.

Come in.

-Mom, what are you doing here?
-Saray!

I'm so happy. You're finally pregnant.

My darling.

Please separate yourselves.

You can't imagine how I felt
when I found out.

I had to sit down in the kitchen
or I would have fallen.

Your husband started crying.
They say that men don't cry...

Of course they do, but for good things.

Saray,

-aren't you going to say anything?
-No.

You're not scared, are you?

Honey, this is so wonderful.

A baby, Saray,
only brings beautiful things.

Your dad is so proud of you.

My darling.

You look very pretty, Saray.
That means it'll be a boy.

Mothers know these things.

We can put him in little Juan's clothes.
I've got everything stored.

Saray, I'm just so happy.

My daughter is going to be a mother.

My sincerest congratulations, Grandma.

I don't want to bother you.

I'm Carlos Sandoval, Saray's doctor.

-You can't imagine how happy we are.
-I can imagine.

Saray's health is our main concern.
I'll take care of it personally.

-Thank you.
-Of course.

Maca, do me a favor.

Don't fill me with air.
I ordered fish for dinner.

I don't want to have to cancel
because I'm gassy.

No, don't worry.
The air goes straight to the carotid.

-It's an artery.
-Stop fucking around.

-Do you want to know what'll happen?
-Enlighten me.

Bambi, the phone.

Come on.

Read this aloud.

So we can all hear. Please.

Make sure these 15 seconds of power
don't go to your head.

I don't want to read.

Bambi, read it.

"Puncturing air into an artery

creates bubbles that move
through the circulatory system.

From 50 cubic centimeters,

it could cause a circulatory collapse
in the central nervous system, hemiplegia,

or in the heart, infarction.

Both could be fatal

and carry a risk that goes up
the more air is introduced."

Shit, how painful.

Chucky,

you're better at killing babies.

Go on the lookout. Run.

It's pretty ugly, isn't it?
It's pretty ugly.

It's like Russian roulette.

It's undetectable in an autopsy,
and it's very clean.

So...

-What do you want?
-To know where the girl is

and to get out of here.

Just kill me then,
so you don't waste your time.

You're such a pig.

You know what?
You can still get out of this alive.

-Fuck.
-It gets even uglier with the third dose.

Forty cubic centimeters of air
having a party in your veins,

making their way to your heart.

If you notice a pinch
in your arm, let me know.

It's angina.

Zulema, I'll ask you one last time.

Where is the girl?

Last question and that's it, I swear.

Will you have time for a quickie after?

I don't know, Tere.

I don't know if I need
permission from Sandoval,

Fernando's daughters,
their deceased mother... Who knows?

Well, be careful in case
the machine starts beeping

to a samba rhythm with each thrust.

What do I do if it beeps?

I'll need to stop in the middle
of the man's hot moment.

-No.
-Yes, my love. I need to breathe.

You need to give him
a blow job or a hand job.

It's like junkie romanticism.

-I'm sticking to what I said.
-Don't move,

-or you'll look like a panda.
-Shit. Honey, why...

Congratulations, Sole.

-Thank you.
-A wedding day is unforgettable.

I hope so.

Make sure my eyeliner is nice.

Any news?

We're still waiting.

Castillo?

-Yes?
-The helicopter is here.

I was bluffing.

They didn't tell me anything,
and you're messing it all up.

Bambi, she says she's bluffing.

Do you believe her?

Because I don't.

Tell me where the money is,

or from now on, you'll be able to get
the mail from the box without opening it.

Nothing.

Let's find out.

We're going for 50 cubic centimeters.

Let's go.

I see you understand
the concept of justice well.

One can tell you're about
to marry a judge.

I'm not marrying Lidia. She left me.

After cutting up a body
and putting it in her freezer,

it's the least she could do.

Son of a bitch.

It was your idea. You did it.

-To steal from us!
-Wait, Román. Shit!

-Bitch!
-Maca. Maca.

You're bleeding.

Keep a lookout! Run!

You're such a bitch.

This is for my brother.
He's all I have left.

Is that what you think?
You think I stole it?

Did you really think that walking around
with a sawed-off shotgun like Bruce Willis

wouldn't have consequences?

Kidnapping, shooting, stealing...

You think that's all on me?

You're giving me a heart attack,
you bitch.

That's the least that'll happen
because that was 50 cubic centimeters.

You're living on borrowed time.

Want to go for another?

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

I live like a dog in this camper van,

with my gangrenous hand,
my sister in prison,

and my parents dead.

You've stolen my only hope.

The girl is in an abandoned stable
in Cañada de Ávila.

Go on.

Run and pray I don't find you.

Hide in a hole.

Hide yourself.

So if this money doesn't appear,

you won't appear either.

She tricked us.

"Run and hide in a hole."

That's not like Zulema.

Want another one?

-It took you long enough.
-Yes.

I'm sorry, Zulema.

At least save the girl.

She's in Santa María de la Alameda...

in an abandoned stable.

You better pray...

that my heart bursts.

Because I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

Run, bitch.

Run.

Run.

Untie her.

Hello, Mom.

How are you?

Well, I've had a few bad days.

I've had some business problems,

and the girls have all turned against me.

Well, anyway...

I need to borrow some money.

€18,000.

Can't you move it?

Mom, I need you to help me, please.

I'm asking you, please.

Yes, this is Carlos Sandoval.
Who's speaking?

Good afternoon.

This is the investment administrator
for Cruz del Sur.

We're going to fire the current governor.

And we wanted to ask you confidentially

whether you would accept an offer
to become the new governor.

What are you talking about?

Look...

Logically, I can't say no to this.

Of course, you can count on me.

Consider it a done deal.

I have a very steady hand. Always.

Okay?

Thank you.

Goodbye.

I order and you obey.

Stay still.

-"Punish me." Say it. Say it.
-Punish me.

Stay there! That's right.

Punish me. Punish me.

Ferreiro! I'm sorry.
She insisted on speaking to you.

-I know where the girl is.
-Macarena, what happened?

-I got information from Zulema.
-Where is she?

In a stable in Santa María de la Alameda.
I know where.

To the helicopter. You're coming with me.

No! She can't go without
the order of a judge.

-What are you talking about?
-I won't allow it.

She got information that no judge
nor any of the police could get.

She's coming with me.

Castillo.

I'll take full responsibility.

Let's go.

Carlota, find Zulema.

Zahir, come with me.

Zulema.

Are you okay?

Zulema, you're bleeding. What happened?

Zulema.

I didn't get my turbot dinner.

Come here. Sit down.

I'm scared of getting old.

Getting old in here.

It's too damp here for an old lady.

But not death.

Zulema.

Zulema, can you hear me?

Death doesn't scare me.

I just hate that I'm not living
like I know I could be.

Zulema!

Zulema, can you hear me?

Of course, there is something after death.

There will still be
Christmases and summers.

There will still be birthdays.

And elections.

Only you're not here.

I think...

that I'm dying.

Valbuena, help me! Zulema's in bad shape!

Tell Sandoval an inmate needs help.

Only those who are forgotten die.

I think I will be remembered.

Like Billy the Kid.

We're looking for a game reserve
with a stable, cattle, a farm...

That's all we know. Probably abandoned.

Inspector.

-How far is Santa María de la Alameda?
-Approximately 14 minutes.

Commencing takeoff.

Sandoval! Zulema doesn't have a pulse.

-Sandoval!
-She's on a stretcher.

Shit! Sandoval, Sandoval, Sandoval!

Come on, get up!

Zulema is unconscious.
She's unconscious, do you hear?

-Sandoval!
-Defibrillator.

Zulema! Zulema!

-What happened?
-A heart attack. Scissors.

-Cut it.
-We need to revive her. Come on!

One, two, three, four...

-Seven, eight, nine...
-Harder, we're losing her!

...14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19...

Charge.

Clear.

-Charge!
-No pulse.

Charge!

Give it more power.

Clear.

What are you doing, you animal?
You're gonna kill her!

-Move!
-Don't give it more power!

-No, you're gonna kill her!
-Move.

She's dead, idiot! You've killed her!

-Charge!
-He wants to kill her!

He wants to kill her!

She's back.

But she's in a coma.

Before you decide to shoot
the guy who's been helping you,

you should be sure, don't you think?

Answer me, you bastard.

Yes,

you should be sure.

Yes, you should be sure.

We're going to call the police.

Hello, I'm looking for the Colombian.

No, this is Anabel. You don't know me.

I'm calling on behalf of Papi Sánchez.

Perfect.

Look, you're forced
to trust someone in prison.

One, maybe two people.

But...

how do you choose someone to trust...

in this human dump?

If they betray you,
you need to hit back really hard.

As hard as you can.

And nobody will ever forget
that they can't mess with you.

It's better to live ten years as a queen
than one as scum, right?

There you go.

Like a fucking queen.

We have a range of
about 15 to 20 kilometers.

We're searching for
an abandoned and isolated stable.

Copy.

-Fabio, where are you?
-I went home.

Castillo, a question.
Where is the three million from Morocco?

How should I know?
Probably with the judicial authority.

-Yes, but what did you do exactly?
-Shit, well, what you told me.

Yes, but what did I say?

To say that Macarena Ferreiro
had helped recover the money,

to show extenuating circumstances.

What's this about?

Thank you, Castillo. I'll call you later.

Hey, remember to
throw the bouquet after, okay?

I want to get married, but in white.

-Even if I am a slut.
-Of course, honey.

Even junkie hookers should get married
once in this life.

It must be great to be floating all day

without having taken anything.
Right, Tere?

-Stop it.
-Am I right?

What's wrong?

Are you okay?

-I'm just really happy.
-Yes?

More than I thought I would be.
I'm really happy.

My goodness! I'm getting emotional.

I'm gonna look like a panda.

We can't see anything
that matches the description.

We can't see any stables.

CLIENTS
HORSE BREEDING

DECEASED

-Helena.
-Yes, Castillo.

Find out if Cesáreo had any clients
in Santa María de la Alameda.

-Quickly!
-I'm on it.

I've got it.

I'm looking for the file.

Here it is.
There was a client in that area.

They died a few months ago.

The address is towards the north...

Near Las Herreras.
I'll send you the coordinates.

This is it!

Go towards Las Herreras. To Las Herreras!

You may kiss the bride.

Keep the ring safe.
I can't have it in here.

They'd cut my finger off.

-We need to ask for a conjugal visit.
-I already did.

Don't worry. You don't need to carry me.

Girls, get ready.
I'm going to throw the bouquet.

-Governor, come on.
-No, Sole. No, thank you.

One, two,

and three!

No, no...

Do you see that farm
with the stable in the middle?

We're going there. Descend.

Descend!

Come on! Do I have to open it myself?

Prepare first aid.

Amaia,

can you hear me?

Amaia!

Get her out immediately.

Get her out now. Come on.

Local emergency and rescue service.
We've found Amaia.

How long until you arrive? Over.

-Ten minutes. Is she stable?
-Barely.

She has a weak pulse.
We're giving her first aid.

We have her!

She's alive!

Yes! Yes!

We're arriving at the scene.

Get her ready.

Slowly. That's it.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Thanks to her, we found you.

Save the horse.

What?

Save the horse.

Come on. Let's go.

We need to get going.

Amaia!

-Long live the bride.
-Pretty.

Beautiful.

Are you Fernando?

Avoid train stations and airports.

Don't contact any friends or relatives.

Leave the country via a small port,
preferably by a pleasure boat.

Then look for a man...

or a woman.

Fall in love, buy a dog,

and don't ever come back.

Take my phone.
Call your brother. Get him to pick you up.

I'll be unconscious for 45 minutes.
You have time.

You need to injure me.

Wait, wait, wait!

Somewhere I don't have hair.

If I need stitches,
I don't want them to shave me first.

Run?

Where?

And what for?

To keep running without a destination,

without anyone to hug?

Adding years to my sentence.

We talk about resentment,

when really, there's
only one thing to learn.

The next name on a gravestone
could be yours.

Castillo.

Hello.

Macarena, where are you?

Escaping.

-But how...
-But you know what?

Maybe your plan wasn't that bad

and mine was a bit crazy.

I wasn't going anywhere.

So...

I think I'm going back.

I'm going back, Fabio.

Castillo.

Are you okay?

A liquid is a state of a material
without a particular form.

It changes with ease
and molds to its container.

The human body is 70% water.