Locked Up (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Episode #1.9 - full transcript

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Maca.

We don't have the money.

If the judge lowers the bail,

- and the mortgage...
- Darling,

we'll prove you're innocent.

Mum, I don't know
how the case will go,

but I could be here
for seven years.

I have to get used to it.

As you said, Dad:

no one commits fraud unwittingly.



Your brother said you were
in tears on the phone.

- Are they bullying you here?
- No.

- Don't worry.
- Zulema Zahir.

It's tough here at the start,

but I feel better now.
Honestly.

I have to tell you something.

Something wonderful.

You're going to be grandparents.

Who's the father?

Simón.

I know what you're thinking,

but it doesn't matter
that it's Simón's.

I want this child.

It's just,



I don't know how
to explain, because...

Well,

this child's in me.

It's inside my belly,

and I'm inside here.

Yet somehow
it makes it irrelevant...

that I'm in jail,

because I don't feel alone.

The child is with me.

Do you understand?

I was looking forward to meeting you,
no shit. How's it going?

I'm your daughter's friend.

- A good one.
- Go away.

We've hit a rough patch, because
I ratted her out to get third grade.

But she screwed it up for me.

I told you to leave.

To your table.

I'm going.

It was a pleasure, future in-laws.

Does that lesbian
want to be with you?

No way.
She's crazy.

She's not right in the head.
She's my cellmate.

Great at ruining things.

So are you going to
congratulate me?

Of course, my darling.

- Of course.
- Congratulations.

Wrap it up. One minute left.

The newbies are here.

La Pantoja's coming.

Darling, La Pantoja.

- What's going on?
- Nothing, an inside joke.

Someone says
La Pantoja's coming.

We're joking around.

I love you very much.

So then.

There's one coming.

Run.

We're losing her, Encarna.

We're losing our girl.

Silence.

I'm going to the toilet.
Wait for me in the car.

- What are you doing?
- I'm with the Civil Guard.

You're Zulema's lawyer.

So it's highly likely you know
where Hanbal Hamadi is hiding.

If I knew where Mr Hamadi was,

don't you think
the intelligence services would too?

In Germany, France, Spain?

No one knows where he is.
That's his trick.

Always moving.

If you don't mind.

Fabio, what did you do
with Valbuena's drugs?

- They're here.
- Jesus, Fabio.

Please. We're exposing
ourselves too much.

I should've flushed it away.

Imagine if the Governor
or Inspector Castillo found it.

- What then?
- Hello.

What's new? Seen any tits?

I'm off to do the rounds.

Hi.

Don't go near my family again.

And don't ever
talk to them. Got it?

You don't look like your mother.

The daughter turned out
better looking than the parents.

Maca.

I've screwed you over.
You've screwed me over.

We're even.

Can we call it quits, please?

This is such a pain.

Please say yes.

In a couple of months
you'll be totally unbearable.

So hormonal that no one
will put up with you and you know it.

Is that a "Yes, girl,
sit down and eat with me?"

No. It's a "Let's see
if you behave, girl."

Right.

Your dad was nice,
just like a policeman.

Get out of here.

- Go.
- OK.

Look.

Remember when Román
and Maca were babies.

I'm going to give a bag to Maca.
It'll cheer her up, you'll see.

I feel bad.

Our daughter tells us she's expecting
and we act like idiots.

What did you expect?
A banquet?

No, but we could have said
how happy we are.

Are you happy about it though?

Are you happy that Maca's
sitting in jail and pregnant...

by the same jerk
who put her in there?

At the trial, when they see

- that she's pregnant...
- Forget the trial, Encarna.

It makes no difference
what state she's in.

They won't have mercy
or give her leave. Nothing.

There's hundreds of pregnant
prisoners. Maca's just like any other.

Her child will be born in prison.

Grow up in prison.

We'll see the child, but maybe
once a week during visits.

It's going to live
behind bars for years.

Surrounded by criminals.
You know who's going to play dad?

The lesbian with the hair.

A nutcase looking after
our grandchild.

So please, let's not pretend
to be happy grandparents.

- I've got what you asked for.
- What?

The morning after pill.

I don't want it.

I've decided
to keep the baby.

Angelito.

I went out of my way to get it,
it's a prescription drug.

I hid it up my snatch,
and now you don't want it.

I did tell you.

Fine, you don't want it.

But it'll have to be used
somehow, right?

Want to know
what the instructions say?

Taking the pill
after the first seven weeks...

may seriously damage the foetus.

That's terrible.

A baby with no legs
or a beachball for a head.

Imagine taking it by accident.

You're going to pay now.
I'm sick of you.

You're staying here.

Someone will come for you.
Go wherever they say.

Remember this name.

Manuel Osorio.

The court order came
to tap the phone booths.

Where's Zulema?

On her way back from seeing
her lawyer. Back to her cell.

I'm intrigued by the Ferreiro family.

They're like something
out of a probiotic yoghurt advert.

Yet they've dived in, headfirst,

into the Egyptian thing
and the money.

Why are you so sure?

What the hell are you doing?

Cutting the barrels off a shotgun.

I can see that.
I'm asking why.

Maca said to leave things
as they are.

Dad.

Stop.

You have a new family to care for,
you should focus on them.

Dad, please listen.

This is not how to get Maca home.

You couldn't be more wrong, son.

Shit. This bullet is
from a Glock 37.

The same type that punctured my side.
Where did you find it?

In the yoghurt house.

Bullet entry and exit
holes in the sofa.

No blood traces that I could see.

The Egyptian moves around
in a campervan.

It's his way of being everywhere.
But the police don't know.

I called dozens of campsites
and found twenty campers of that type.

When we find it, we can get
the money back and get Maca out.

The way I see it, there are two ways
that bullet got into the house.

The first is,
they had the money,

and the Egyptian got in
and stole it.

The second is, they didn't have it
but they knew where it was buried,

because Macarena knew.

- I knew you wouldn't stop.
- What are you saying?

You know I'm methodical,
and I have a good memory.

I did the exams for
the property registration office.

I memorised
the campervan's number plate.

Well, there's another option.

They shared the 9 million
with the Egyptian.

No. The Egyptian
doesn't share or negotiate.

Have you forgotten about the forest?
First shoot and shoot again.

I really don't think
they have the cash.

Are they are mad enough
to go after him?

If they get near him,
they don't stand a chance.

That'd piss me off,
because Leopoldo's a nice guy.

And they're treading on the toes of
the biggest son of a bitch in Europe.

Ferreiro, come with me.

Where to?

To the visiting room.

Didn't you request a private visit
with a Mr Manuel Osorio?

Yes. Manuel.

You didn't tell me
you had a boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend.
He's a friend.

Osorio won't touch you.

He has a gift for me.
50 grams of coke.

They won't frisk you
after a private visit.

But,

please.

I hope they don't catch you,
for your own sake.

I like you.

Macarena.

Something to tell me?

Yes. I'm having a visit
to get drugs.

I don't want to do it, I swear.

But if I don't,
Anabel will kill my baby.

She's seriously crazy
and she'll do it.

So tell me, what can I do?
You tell me what to do.

Macarena.

Something to tell me?

No, nothing.

Thanks.

Macarena, be careful.

Here, they'll give you trouble first,

then it's over
and your life is ruined.

If someone's blackmailing you,
tell me. I can help.

No one's blackmailing me.
I requested a private visit.

Because it's tough being alone.

And I need affection.

Is this Manuel Osorio
your child's father?

No.

It's complicated.

What? If you don't believe me,
or you think I'm going for drugs,

or something weird, no problem.

Just wait and you can
frisk me yourself.

Open up.

I met him online.

Macarena.

Gallego.

I wanted to ask a favour.

My lad bumped
into a campervan.

He says he didn't leave
a note or anything.

If I gave you the number plate,
could you track it for me?

Yes, it's B4903LS.

Yes, a campervan.

Thanks a lot.
I owe you one.

Say hi to Mar and the girls.
Let's catch up one day.

OK, great.
Thanks again. Bye.

Can he find it?

He'll put it into
the Civil Guard search list.

- He'll call when he has news.
- Then what?

- Then what?
- Then what will we do?

I don't know.

But last time he chased us.
Now we're going after him.

Are there cameras
in all the rooms in the prison?

Except in cells and bathrooms.
It's forbidden by privacy laws.

Shit, yes.

There goes Zulema
towards the phone booths.

And what about
the phone Zulema is calling?

Has it been traced?
What's the plan?

Telecommunications have traced
the phone's latest movements

to the southern
outskirts of Madrid.

All stations in the area
are awaiting my orders.

As soon as someone answers,
we'll get the precise location.

There she is.

I hope she leads us
to her boyfriend this time.

Nicolás, activate the tap.

Pay attention.
We can't miss it.

But what's she doing?
Has she noticed something?

No. They must have
agreed to speak later.

She's killing time.

We can't miss it.

Affirmative. When the phone rings,
we can surround the location.

I'm in charge
of the body search.

Governor's orders.

Macarena.

My office.

How does it feel when you're on it?

You know... that feeling
when you're on a rollercoaster.

It certainly messes you up
if it explodes in your stomach.

Your heart rate goes up.

That's when
you start feeling good.

The inside of your body speeds up.

But at the same time it's paralysed.

Fear and guilt disappear...

...in this enormous
release of tension.

And then suddenly that's it.
It doesn't matter, you're OK.

You realise that you're dying.
Literally dying.

And then the love comes.

But you're scared.

It's so intense, I love it.

Then I wake up covered in shit.

I'm slipping.

It's not all bad here.

They get methadone, give chats.

But there's also some people

who are much more
important here. The guides.

They watch you,
stop you taking drugs.

They motivate you.

Between you and me, they're wankers
who have no idea what they're doing.

Just go along and take
some more, right?

I have to say, you had me
intrigued, Macarena.

After your boss lied to you,

and got you pregnant,

you have a conjugal visit.

Then this guy appears.
This old timer.

Where is it?

Don't waste my time.

The Governor specifically
demanded greater vigilance

with regard to inmates that traffic.
So tell me where you're hiding it.

Unless you would
prefer me to frisk you.

Very well. Look at the camera.

Say your name.

And put everything
you have on the table.

My name is Macarena Ferreiro.

That's all of it.

Good. Open it.

Macarena...
At the end of the day,

I don't care who asked you
to carry the coke or why.

Trafficking is a serious
crime, you know.

Especially if we consider
a single mother,

possibly doing seven years,
who is also a repeat drug offender.

Do you know what could happen
to the custody of your baby...

if this got as far as social services?

No. Please not my baby, no.

It's incredible how
life can change, Macarena.

Just to think, a few days ago,

you were here begging me.

Begging me
to kill your child.

Now that you want it,
we have to take it away.

- No.
- Yes.

- No, please.
- Yes.

Anyway, don't worry.
The good thing about this...

is that at least
it will have a new family.

No way.

- And a new mother.
- No.

- Yes
- No.

- Yes
- No, please.

Incredible how life can change
in a matter of seconds.

I'll do whatever it takes
so this goes no further.

- Yes.
- Please, Macarena.

Do you think I look perverted?

Do you really think I'd take
advantage of your weakness?

Macarena, please.

I don't want a relationship
based on extortion or anything.

Come on, I'm not crazy
or stupid either.

I know we won't fall in love.

But some might say
that over time...

some type of affection develops.

This is what we'll do.
Don't cry.

We'll forget about the cocaine, OK?

We'll start a relationship
from scratch.

A courtship.

As if we were a couple.
Little by little.

Starting with a kiss.

Let's see you open your mouth.

Very good.

Get out.

Communications.
Have we located the Egyptian?

We're getting close, Inspector.
Just a couple of minutes.

What the hell's going on?

Inspector, he's surrounded.

It's very close to you,
in the vicinity of Cruz del Sur.

I repeat. The signal.

One moment.

It's in Cruz del Sur.
In the car park.

- That's impossible.
- Hello?

Don't mess with me.
What's the bitch saying?

It's an odd call,

because I don't know
exactly who I'm talking to.

We have a precise location.

The mobile phone
is in the prison car park.

Deploying the team.

Although I can imagine.

Firstly, I'd like to...

publicly say how humiliating,

degrading and disgusting it is
to feel watched,

spied on and controlled,

Above all, it's illegal
without a court order.

Do you have one? No.

Castillo.

Do you recognise a blue Ford
with number plate 33221ABW?

That's my fucking car.

A phone was left
in the passenger seat.

How profoundly despicable it is
to open an inmate's post.

Abort the operation. False lead.

For fuck's sake.

He's been ahead the whole time.

Pissing himself laughing at us.

March 12th?
What happens then?

Sister, in two days my Prince Charming
is getting me out of this shithole.

Fucking rats.
Here's one from both of us.

A big kiss.

Bitch.

Sole doesn't know
what to say anymore.

Look at her. Here in prison.

I've been looking for you.
How was Osorio? Did you get it?

Yes, he gave it to me.

But now Sandoval has it.

Anabel, keep calm.

I didn't drop you in it.

Great.

And the drugs? Nothing?

Look, I just did
what you asked. That's all.

Now you have
two very nasty problems.

Sandoval and me.

And I'm far worse.

They think I have the drugs
and that I have a problem, get it?

No.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Anabel.

About the money,
we can sort it out.

I can speak to my dad
and he'll lend me it, OK?

No use being a daddy's girl with me.

If you harm my business
you endanger yourself.

I've sold it myself.
I can't deny it.

I don't want to talk about it,
it's not about being weak.

Me? No. Never.
I've never touched that shit.

I don't like junkies at all.
They can all die for all I care.

Just a line, now and again.
Once or twice.

Amphetamines.
Crystal meth.

But not heroin. No.

It's the worst, man.

Have you ever seen a junkie?
You've seen Tere?

Maybe I'm a junkie.
I don't know.

They're not people,
they're zombies. The living dead.

Anyone in here would do it.

I swear.
It's impossible.

What a shame.

Business is business.

Lollipops gross me out.

But I still had
a business selling them.

What can I say?

What do you want?

I came to see you.

They say you're losing power.

That Blondie's pushing you
around. Is that right?

I don't have to answer to you.

I pity you.

You think you're someone you're not.

Remember when you arrived?

Remember our agreement?

You're here because of me.

You traffic because I allow it.

Since you fucked things up
with my assistant,

I have to make my own bed.

- Do you want to do it for me?
- No, I don't owe you anything.

Make sure this is the last time.

Or I'll stop liking you here.

Hi.

- Has the game already started?
- Yes.

No, not yet.

Do you want a beer?

Go on, yes.

What's up, Palacete?

Here you go.

Thanks.

- Night shift, right?
- Yes, that's right.

Well.

Maybe a line or two
will do you good.

What are you doing?
Have you lost your mind or what?

Because of the coke?

It was in your locker.

- Do you want one?
- No.

So much the better.
More for us.

You know, I don't think I'm going to.

This shit makes me violent.

- All yours.
- I don't want it.

- I'm not taking it.
- No.

Let's make something clear, Valbuena.

I respect personal use.

That's something
to be respected, right?

But traffickers break my balls.

And if you're not consuming,
you're trafficking.

So you snort
that fucking line right now.

Or we report you for trafficking

and for blackmailing inmates
in exchange for coke.

All of it.

Well done. You'll be watching
those inmates like a hawk tonight.

Macarena.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Get out, Angelito.

- Open the glovebox.
- I'm coming.

No, you stay here.

Don't worry.
I've done this before.

Open the glovebox.

Give it here.

Let me go!

That crazy bitch.

We have five minutes
until they see something's up.

Let's not waste time.

I'll talk to you
like a friend, Macarena.

Tell me, how are you making
an even bigger mess of this?

It's like someone in quicksand,

sticking their arms in
to get their legs out,

and sinking to the bottom.

What do you mean?

Why are you so stubborn, Macarena?

What are you doing?

- Stay still.
- No.

I like you, Macarena.

But I can't allow
other inmates to think

they can keep my money
and not pay for drugs.

Get it?

Oh, so pretty.

And the price? The price for you,
because you have no money?

Your pretty nipples.

Imagine it all goes to plan.
You go there,

point the gun at him
and he gives you the money.

How do you know
he won't go to the house,

and kill Mum, Lucía, Lidia,
you and everyone else tomorrow?

Are you going to kill him?

- No.
- Don't worry.

They won't get infected.
It's iodine.

No, please.
I'll pay. I swear.

- Really?
- I swear, please.

Of course. How much time
do you need? A week?

Four weeks?
Or even better.

Pay me on the first Tuesday
of every month for a year.

I could give you a dinner set
when you're done.

Please.

I'm sorry, Macarena.

But your nipples will show others...

that you don't mess with me.

Get behind the wheel.
Leave the motor running.

If you see anything strange,
keep going. Don't look back.

Dad.

Sorry, Macarena. You won't
be able to feed the baby.

I'm really sorry.

Hey! Take it easy,
scissor hands.

Leave my friend alone.

She's your friend?

She's my friend, too.

But our friend owes me 3,000 euros.

As you know,
debts must be settled.

I guess you're right.
Debts must be settled.

An advance.

You'll get the rest.

You have my word.

Take it.

No one likes a bad ending.

Take it.

You're crazy, Leopoldo.
You'll ruin us all.

That bastard is capable of
coming here and doing you all in.

You'll be grandparents.

We can't leave Maca there, Dad.

We don't have the money.

Don't move.