Locked Up (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Pecados y confusiones - full transcript

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You had sex with Saray
in the elevator, didn't you?

Tell me the truth.

This doesn't make sense.

All I'm saying is that I'll fight for you
against all odds.

You hear me? I'm going to show you

that I'm the best thing
that ever happened to you.

A week ago, Amaia Jiménez
disappeared 300 meters from her home.

Two days later, it was confirmed
that she'd been kidnapped.

The poor girl was unlucky.

She came face-to-face with the Munsters.



The accomplice to the kidnapping
was admitted to Cruz del Sur this morning.

The life of that girl depends on us
getting information from her.

-In you go.
-Are you kidding?

First Bambi, and now these two half-wits.

-What the hell are you doing in here?
-I'm on a case.

So I don't need a neon sign
proclaiming I'm undercover.

It's been eight days
since the disappearance of Amaia Jiménez.

I've noticed you get along well
with Susie.

You have a daughter?

She trusts you.

And I need to know

where Susie's hiding her hostage.

Our plan is working.
She's scared of Zulema and she trusts me.

Be wary of Zulema.



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

You must convince your brother
to go looking for it.

I'll break you out.

-What did you say to Maca?
-I told her we'd escape together.

-You're joking!
-She needs something to keep her going.

A mother's bond with her child is sacred.

Where is she, Susana?

-Tell me.
-She's dead!

How can you take me to her?

You knew my plan,
and you chose the easy route:

betray me and do it without me.

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

You need to earn

-the exact location, though.
-Tell me what it is you want from me.

Lieutenant Lorenzo.

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

Everything points to the married couple...

Cesáreo and Susana Tamayo.

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

He is negotiating with the police.

He wants to pass the buck onto her?

In his meeting today,

he'll be holding his wife
solely responsible.

Now tell me, where's my money?

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

Unless everything
you promised me the other day

was just posturing.

The ball's in your court.

The only person
who has a key to this shithole...

is me.

And this key is starting to turn.

Why was there poison
in my daughter's body?

You killed her because she was like me!

-What did you do to those girls?
-Which girls?

And the other one?

You raped her in the van
while I was driving next to you.

Shut up!

Fuck!

Call security! Call security!

Take her away.

We need a surgical team.

Let go of me! No!

Bring something to cover the wound.

-Saray, the medical kit.
-No!

It's done. Restrain her.

I'll help.

-What happened?
-Come on.

-Here, take this.
-Let go of me! Please!

Enough, Susana. Enough.

Come on, fuck!
Where the hell is the doctor?

I need to talk to Cesáreo...

-What happened to that woman?
-Okay.

That's it. That's it.

-You'll make it worse.
-Cesáreo!

Motherfucker!

How could we have been so fucking stupid?

Please...

Tell him, please...

-that I won't hurt him anymore.
-It's over.

-I'm going to be good.
-It's over.

And he'll forgive me.

Yes, we'll tell him.

Stop fighting sleep.

Rest.

My lawyer has refused to represent me

because I don't currently have the money.

My family's accounts are frozen...

-Okay. Okay.
-...and at the moment...

Let's see. The thing is, Ms. Ferreiro,

for the defense of a murder case,

after having committed
premeditated murder,

and considering the judge deems
the victim to have been defenseless,

any lawyer's office
will demand a very high fee.

But don't worry, there are still
good barristers in the business.

And I won't let a cutie like yourself
wither away in prison.

If you get your high school diploma,

I'll request that you get day release
along with other benefits.

They'll grant it with no problems.
What you've got here is the syllabus.

It looks hard!

Literature,

Spanish...

-I'm good at languages.
-Estefanía, focus. Day release.

Day release! Day release! Day release!

It's hard to work out.

I think you could get
between ten and twelve years.

Twelve years?

Look,

that man

shot my dad in the head
right in front of me.

Miss, you could convince me of anything,

but with a judge it's much more difficult.

I'm telling you.

Hello, Federico.

Are you going to save a prisoner
with your legal skills

or have you just come
to touch your dick under the table

while looking at her tits?

This guy can't be your lawyer.
You need to pay for a real one.

I can't!

I can't.

My parents' bank accounts are frozen.

Okay, what about your brother?

My brother's away.

With this horny guy, you'll only
double your time behind bars.

Very well, keep me informed.

They're on their way to the forensics lab.

We must finish quickly,
the other officers are growing suspicious.

Did anyone see you bringing her?

Very good, let's start.

Can anyone explain how that lunatic
was able to kill her husband here?

I don't know.
Maybe because she's fucking crazy?

All I know is that if we had any chance
of saving that girl,

it's now gone down by 50%.

Now, only one person
knows her whereabouts.

There's no time. Cesáreo's dead.
What other leads do you have?

The phone was the fundamental lead,
but it turned out to be false.

The vet bought
aluminum paper and nitric acid,

and designed a homemade
hot-air balloon that emits gas.

That's how he flew Amaia's phone,
which landed in Hungary,

but it could've landed anywhere.

He said an Eastern mafia group
had her, right?

-Exactly.
-Do you have anything else?

Cameras, phone records, calling cards...

She didn't even take out her phone,
so there's no trail of her movements.

All we have are 3,911 pages
regarding his clients.

He treats all kinds of animals,
from bulls to horses.

We don't have time to speak to everyone,
and some have died, anyway.

In what condition
do you think the girl is now?

If she has the three bottles of water,
as displayed on the supermarket receipt,

then according to the doctors,
she has a week to live.

Okay, this is what we'll do.

First, we'll leave Helena with her
alone in the cell.

It's the only way
we'll get something out of her.

Okay, I imagine that after
the incident with her husband,

it's logical that we assign an inmate
to live with her

and Helena is the most
appropriate. Agreed.

Secondly, I'm going to interrogate
that idiot day and night

until her eyes are wide open
and she reveals Amaia's location.

I'll remind you that the Cold War

and Cambodian torture practices
are over, okay?

Don't annoy me, Nosferatu.
Don't annoy me with that.

Temper! What's wrong?
Don't you have a clear conscience?

Okay, enough!

Castillo,

if you want to torture her,
take her down to the station,

grab a phone book and make her confess
to anything you like,

but Cruz del Sur will not
implicate itself in an abuse case.

Sandoval, I want you
to assist all interrogations,

and also to ensure the physical well-being
of that inmate.

Good afternoon.

The custodian of ethics
and morality strikes again.

Bring me a clean shirt, please.

Yes, I was a slut,
if you can call it that,

because it's true that...
Well, slutty, slutty.

I sucked dick for money.

Be careful, being a whore is one thing,

but acting like a slut is very different,

something that we have
a lot of here. A lot.

Truthfully, I don't even remember it,

because I think
I was asleep half the time.

Because heroin makes you so tired.
I remember I was like,

"Fuck! Sorry."

Thing is, here, it isn't...

Being considered a slut isn't that bad.

If you weren't one on the outside,
you become one on the inside.

We're all a bit slutty here.

Look, ladies. I'm talking about
something serious.

I'm talking about doing this:
getting naked and making money.

But that's the body of a fireman,

not a group of sluts and druggies like us.

I don't know if I have the body for it.

-Yes, you do, Tere!
-Look at me, Curly.

And what would do you good now
is having some fun,

and we're going to laugh, Antonia.

How can I show my beaver,
when my man will lose it?

You don't have to open your legs,
just show a tit.

Well, if it's only that...
Here you go, Palacios!

Cover up,
or else I'll give you a write-up.

What are you doing?

I'm proposing that we do
a naked calendar shoot

to make money to get a lawyer for Maca.

Are you setting up camp?
That's nonsense, and we won't agree to it.

Come on, everyone out!

You won't agree to what?

To inmates having freedom of expression?

All day long, you sell us on
the fucking workshops,

the reintegration,
the rehabilitation courses,

but when we have an idea,
it's nonsense you won't agree to?

What's going on, Kabila?

Well, look, they're going to try Maca
for killing a terrorist.

Yes. A fucking dickhead
who sold young women

and took money from immigrants
to smuggle them in containers.

And all I want

is to make money to pay for a good lawyer
who knows the fucking legal system.

They were organizing
a naked calendar shoot.

-And Antonia had a breast out.
-Here you go, Palacios,

so you can jerk off thinking of me.

I'm not going to approve any calendar.

Any activity not approved
by management is prohibited.

Why won't you approve that,

but you'll let Reme publish
her poems while inside?

This is the same.

We want to publish our bodies,
which we've cultivated here.

If you want, you can join us.

I won't allow you to market your body,

nor those of the other inmates.

So if I catch you trying to
convince them to get naked again,

you'll go straight to solitary.

-Is that clear?
-Yes.

A reminder to inmates
Soledad Núñez and Miriam Lein,

you'll be transferred to hospital
for a heart check-up.

Why did you accuse your husband
of sexually abusing Amaia?

Why? Why?

The patient doesn't have
a hearing problem, Inspector.

Why don't you calm down and relax?

I'm quite certain
that she'll understand you very well.

Take this, Susana. Drink some water.
Relax, come on.

You'll see, it'll do you good.

You definitely spoke about
the sexual abuse for a reason, didn't you?

You don't make things up.

No.

There were traces of semen in the van.

The police told me.

The police? What police?

Lieutenant Lorenzo.

I can't remember the station.

Did someone come to question you
at the prison without my knowledge?

How did you speak to her, Susana?
With the lieutenant?

On the phone.

But you don't have a calling card,
or permission to make calls.

It was Saray's calling card.

The lieutenant is a friend of Zulema.

But that's all I know, really.
Ask my husband.

I don't know anything else.
I don't know anything else.

Ask your husband?

Why don't you ask him yourself?

Or even better, why don't you
take the pen out of his throat

and write it down on a piece of paper?

-Let's get the phone records.
-You go. I'll deal with Zulema.

What do I get out of this?

You get what I get, as always.

Up until now, I've kept you in the dark,

because I didn't want to implicate you.

Now I need to know you're with me.
I need you.

Why? Blondie's not good enough anymore?

You were such good friends.

What happened? Did she lose you money?

I'm talking about something
more important and valuable than money.

Honestly, something
that can change things.

The investigations,
the expert reports, filing lawsuits,

turning judges...

Something that you and I need.

To erase the past.

Well, since you don't have
Harry Potter's wand...

I don't think so.

Are you with Curly?

Are you with her or not?
Have they taken her from you?

Is it a yes? No, yes, no...

What I'm telling you is...

Well, if it's a no,

I'm here.

If you don't have anything better to do,
come with me.

I have to think about it.

Look, I'm not going to give in.
I'll upload a video online,

so that everyone knows.
I'll get signatures and make noise

until they're forced to allow the shoot.

I'll pay you back. You know that, right?
As soon as I can.

No one tells me when and where
to do things. Not even my dad.

Tere, should we do a striptease?

Come on, Tere. Tere.

Yes, Tere.

You have a tasty ass,
the ass of a teenager.

Do December with a Santa hat, naked.

Come on, you'll be tasty! You have to.

I'm too shy to take off my clothes.

Guys, could you help me
get over the embarrassment?

If you start doing coke
and smoking joints,

there's no way the calendar's happening.

-No.
-It's your turn.

-Go on, throw.
-What? What's up, blondie?

You should thank Curly for risking
missing out on day release for you.

She deserves to get her pussy licked.

-What?
-Yes.

My friend and I, we share
a lawyer among other things,

and he told me she's on the verge
of getting day release,

if she behaves, of course.

-Well done. It's true. So what?
-Then the calendar's over.

-Why?
-You're not going to risk that.

-Not for me, Curly. No!
-What?

-What are we going to do, then?
-I mean...

Wait until your brother
pulls you out of the fire?

-Do you want to call Spider-Man?
-There'll be no pussy licking.

What's your plan?
Wait around to get fucked over?

You're welcome to sit here
with your arms crossed,

but I'm also allowed to
try and avoid you spending 12 years here.

-Come on, don't fuck around.
-You can't talk to her like that.

-You went too far.
-I want to help her.

Listen to me,
you can't talk to her like that!

You went too far. Play.

How are you today, queen?

I feel amazing.

Today I woke up with Bizet's opera Carmen

in my head.

-Do you know it?
-Yes.

Fuck! You're a music lover.

With lots of hobbies, many friends,

even lieutenants, right?

Police lieutenants.

Who exactly did you call
with Saray's card?

I've got nothing to hide, Fabio.

The phones are on the log.

And more importantly,

you know that I love
cooperating with the police.

Call...

639-75-22-5.

Call it.

You're a dirty son of a bitch.

I don't know what you've said
to Susana Tamayo,

but you made her stab her husband
in the neck with a pen.

Who do you think I am, Hannibal Lecter?

Like I can whisper in someone's ear

and they automatically
become ruthless killers?

That poor woman should have been
admitted to a psychiatric hospital,

not to Cruz del Sur.

You should review your security protocols.

Get up!

You're going straight to solitary.

Great.

Go, Zulema!

Well done!

Fabio. What are you doing?

Asking myself why the hell
you impersonated a police lieutenant.

Fuck.

While I'm up to my neck in shit,
you're double-crossing me?

You're the instigator of a murder

and thanks to your phone number,

there's a good chance
of Castillo accusing you

of having interfered
in a kidnapping investigation,

and initiating
legal proceedings against you.

-I did it for the money.
-I don't care why you did it.

Fuck.

Look, Macarena. All I know is,
with every decision you make,

you make it all the more difficult.

Get rid of the damn phone
before they get a court order to trace it.

What are you telling me?

I remember celebrating
a birthday, more or less.

With my mom. Well, I was tied up
in the end for moving too much.

If you want, I can tell you
about my childhood.

I spent almost all my childhood
with Karim. Let's call him my uncle.

And... just as well.

Especially when my mom was around,
she's the crux of the matter.

You only get one mom.

No. Who'd come and see me?

No one has ever come to see me, nope.

My boyfriend, when he was around.

And now, nobody.

What's wrong?

Aren't you going to answer my wife's call?

No. Well, I'll call her later.

We arranged to have a drink.

In fact, we've seen each other
two or three times since.

Thing is, she was quite emotional
and needed to vent.

And why didn't you tell me?

I don't know. It didn't come up, and...

I don't really need to explain myself.

No need to be defensive.

You're getting nervous.
It's almost as if you like my ex-wife.

No.

If I do, what happens?

The only person here
who doesn't like your wife is you.

Well, if you like her,
you should tell her.

You know? There's nothing left between us.

And I'd rather
she rebuild her life with you

than any old person.

I appreciate that, but I won't go there.

Okay, I understand.

Look, do you know what you should do?

Have a few drinks with her, chat,
and then walk her to the door.

You'll see.

Castillo.

What are you doing, man?

Those wouldn't be the pills we took
to survive the night shifts?

Something that turns your pee orange
can't be good.

No.

These ones stop me from hurling myself
off the watch tower.

Well...

Lieutenant Lorenzo doesn't exist.

The number belongs to a prepaid card
bought with a fake ID.

And the signal was coming
from Cruz del Sur.

Okay, that confirms our suspicion
about Zulema, doesn't it?

It confirms that that bitch
did the Bert and Ernie to Susana,

while I was playing guessing games
with the husband.

I'm already a dead man, Fabio.

I don't think they'll let me
finish this case.

What are you saying?

If you save that girl,
the rest won't matter.

No, not anymore.

The police fuck-ups
are going to take their toll.

Internal affairs always has some bastard
who thinks that you're the delinquent.

Or do you not remember how this works?

Come on, Damián. Shit.

We're going to get the information
out of that nutjob.

Yes, if only you had
a pendulum to hypnotize her.

Come on, let's go over there.

How are you, Susana? How are things?

I'm really tired.

I don't want to talk to this man anymore.

Well, look,
since you don't want to talk to me,

here's someone
who will have a chat with you,

and someone you have a lot in common with.

She's a devastated mother, like you.

Maria, I'm the Inspector's assistant...

You know what it's like
to lose a daughter.

Well, look, speak with her
and see if you become friends.

Yes, I have the kidnapper here.

Okay, here she is,
I'll put you on speaker.

Hello, Susana.

I'm Amaia's mother.

I just wanted to ask you, please,

to help me find my daughter.

There's no doubt she must be very cold

because she never
covers herself up enough.

She told me she was going for a run
and I told her to wear a sweater,

but I started vacuuming
and I don't know if she heard me.

I didn't see her leave,
or give her a kiss goodbye.

They've asked me many times
what she was wearing.

The thing is, I don't know.

Please, tell me
where my daughter is. Please.

Susana, tell me something.

Susana, tell me something!
Tell me where my daughter is.

If she was going for a run,
she'd go without a jacket.

Please, tell me where my daughter is.

Yes, it's over. Relax.

This woman can't give any more.
She needs to rest.

-Fabio, why don't you take her back?
-She needs to rest?

And the mother, that woman
who's had two sleepless weeks

doesn't need to rest?

Not knowing whether her daughter
is dead or alive, doesn't she need rest?

-Okay, Fabio.
-"Okay," what?

There's a code of conduct
and I won't break it tonight.

Nor will I, man. I was trying to be calm,
but I'm going to fuck you up.

Or do you prefer to fall down the stairs?

Shut up, Fabio.

And take her away.

Come on. Let's go
and get some rest, Susana. Come on.

Antonio Palacios.
Everyone calls me Palacios.

I met Miranda at university
and I looked her up to work together.

I'm a firm believer in her educational
reforms regarding prisoners.

Miranda.

The governor's just gone through
a separation and Sandoval has issues...

I won't even mention.
But I can't get into all that.

I think there's something,
I'm not sure what,

but I think there's some sort of energy,
something positive,

that makes us better people.

Anything else? See you later.

Thanks.

How are you dealing
with the Fabio situation?

Well, the last time I spoke with him
he told me he'd call me,

which he'll never do.
So, fine, I guess.

-Well, you never know.
-You're wrong, I do.

I've developed other senses.

Carolina.

Do you think I'm gay?

Well, I don't know, are you?

For a while I thought I was.

I thought I was gay
because I live around women

and I didn't feel anything.

I see them change, get naked,

masturbate and...

Honestly, I don't give a shit.

This morning, Antonia, who's very funny,

took her tit out and said,

"You can jerk off thinking of me."

-That's crazy!
-Antonia... Yes.

But in the last two weeks,
I've realized that I really do like women.

Oh, yeah? Great.

Because I like you.

Fabio.

Has she said anything
about the girl's whereabouts?

Don't you feel like we're torturing her?

Fuck, she's crazy.

You think she's capable of posing a threat

to the Criminal Intelligence Unit?

Helena, are you okay?

No.

No, shit. I'm not okay,

but I keep going
because there's a teenager in trouble.

Even though that idiot knows nothing.

Don't doubt your work.
You're doing an amazing job. You hear me?

We'll see. I don't want any more stories,
so back to bed now.

Antonio?

Excuse me, I was
with a man here a moment ago.

Do you know if he's left?

Well, he left just a moment ago.

Okay. Thanks.

Hello, Antonio. It's me.

It's nothing. I just got to the bar,
but it looks like you've left.

I guess you don't feel
like answering my calls,

and I understand. I was only calling to...

to apologize for having left like that.

You kind of caught me
by surprise, you know?

And, well, I got scared.

I didn't really know what to say.

When I fell in love with Fabio,
he was eye-catching.

This is a bit unusual for me, you know?

And afterwards,
I fell in love with the rest,

his personality, his...

Anyway, what I want to tell you...

is that since I've been blind,
no one catches my eye anymore.

And now, I pick up on other things:

the voice, the smell,

listening skills.

And, on the one hand, I almost prefer it.

Carolina.

I'm here.

Yeah?

-I thought you'd already left.
-Not at all, I was getting a drink.

-Okay, I'll hang up.
-No.

Finish the call.

Well...

I just wanted to ask

that you be patient with me.

I'll hang up now because
I'm clogging up your voicemail.

Patience?

My mom makes me read
the obituaries every morning.

Compared to me,
Saint Job is a nervous guy.

Saint Job?

-A beer?
-Yes, please.

What I'd have liked is for Maca
to ask me to marry her,

in a crazy way...

from the top of the cell blocks.

Well, at first it would've shocked me.
Definitely.

But...

But then I'd have said "yes,"

of course.

I'd have started crying
like a little girl.

And we'd have gotten married
right here, in the chapel,

both dressed in white. Beautiful.

Then we'd have had a huge party.

And we'd have been very happy,
even if it was here, on the inside.

And outside...

Outside would've been amazing.

We'd have rented an apartment

near a park and with a supermarket nearby

where I could work as a cashier.

And we'd have gotten a dog,

a gigantic dog that would
cover you in hair and drool.

But one night I realized
that none of this was going to happen.

That at any moment,

she'd start drifting away
like a balloon in the sky.

But I decided that, until that day came,

I would continue holding her,

and enjoying her...

until the very last minute.

-Could that be true?
-Fuck, you scared me.

But the one who took
your breath away was me.

-Yes.
-Yes.

But the person I wanted to marry was her.
Blondie.

But the one you wanted to escape with...

was definitely me.

Anabel.

Anabel, what time would you say it is?

Anabel.

I'm Fatima.

What do I know? At least 7:00 a.m.

Perfect.

Time to eat.

Come on.

It's already been half an hour.

We're not asking for money, only support.

Signing the request online is enough
for them to let us do a charity calendar.

And also to let them know
that we won't be silenced.

They're our bodies, our decisions.

United naked.

Keep it down.

You keep it down. I'm filming
and you're fucking it up.

Curly, no one is going to pay
a fucking euro to see your pussy.

-She thinks she's Beyoncé.
-Enough.

Come on, Curly, finish up.
I need to give the phone back now.

-Okay.
-You're going to get me in shit.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing. I'm waiting to go in.

Who's in there?

Me, Curly.

-Open the door, Kabila.
-I'm shitting.

-It's going to take a while.
-Kabila, open the fucking door.

I'm taking a shit.

SEND - SENDING

Kabila, open the door or I'll come in.

I'm wiping, God damn it.

-Kabila.
-Wait, I'm wiping.

Open the fucking door.

-Give me the phone.
-No. I'll give it to you in a second.

Kabila, give me the phone.
Give me the fucking phone.

-Son of a bitch.
-Give me the phone.

No!

You motherfucker!

I need backup in the changing room!

-Come on.
-Kabila, I'll hurt you.

Can we talk?

Ferreiro, the breakfast shift
has finished, so beat it.

What are you doing?

Parreño, finish cleaning in the kitchen.

Could you tell me what you're doing?

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
about the phone.

I didn't think it was important.
But you're keeping secrets, too.

-Excuse me?
-The other day, when I called you,

you weren't in the hospital.
You were in a bar, with music,

and you were with Helena.

-So what was that about?
-I was in a waiting room.

Of course,
with jazz music and glasses clinking.

-And last night?
-What about last night?

You were in her cell, touching her hair.

Can you tell me what that was about?

-I was moving a prisoner.
-I'm not an idiot.

Acting like the Terminator
when I catch you

is something you've done many times.

Fabio, I'm not blind.
I noticed as soon as she got here.

Are you messing with me?

Are you messing with me?

Because all of this
is very important to me.

Are you fucking her?

Is there any other explanation
for why you were whispering?

Look at me, Fabio. Look at me.

Is there something you haven't told me?

Look...

It was a bit of fun, okay?
It didn't mean anything.

It's not like you and I have sworn
eternal fidelity, is it?

Okay.

You're right, I have no reason to...

demand explanations from you or...

I'm not your wife or anything.

But I got a bit excited.

And I needed you to take a chance on me.

But it doesn't matter.

Loitering in cell block access
corridors is prohibited.

Zahir, breakfast.

Palacios.

-What's wrong now?
-Palacios, call a doctor.

What the hell have you done, Zahir?

I've eaten half a kilo of clothes.

All this polyester...

It'll kill me in less than an hour.

Call a doctor... Call a doctor.

Call a doctor. Call a doctor!

Can you all hear?
I've just poisoned myself!

A doctor!

Give me that.

-What happened?
-This.

She was filming a video
and trying to post it online.

What the hell have you done?
You tasered her without my consent?

-What did you want me to do?
-I'm Head of Security!

She bit my hand, the motherfucker!

Fuck off! Get out of here!
You're going to asphyxiate her.

-Get up, Kabila. Let's go.
-Okay.

Come on.

Zulema has eaten her clothes.

-What clothes?
-Her clothes!

That lunatic has eaten her clothes.
We have to get her out of solitary.

The food's not great,
but that's going a bit far.

-She's up to something.
-She's writhing in pain.

-She needs assistance.
-She can fuck off.

-She was fine when she went in.
-Calm down.

Can't you see she's after something?

Why did she pretend to be Officer Lorenzo?

Why is she sticking her nose in this?

-She's testing you.
-Maybe, but her life's at risk.

She's the one putting her life at risk,

but we're the ones who lose.
We're the fools.

All the prisoners have heard her.
I heard it myself, for God's sake.

She may be a bitch, but I'm not.

-I won't leave her to die like a dog.
-I'd leave her writhing,

but I'm bound by the Hippocratic oath,

especially if what Palacios says is true.

She may have a severe intestinal blockage,
which could kill her.

Bring her to the infirmary.
I'll examine her.

Hippocratic oath.

No one's going to sleep

until you tell me
why you wanted the ransom money.

-What money?
-The money your husband demanded.

I don't remember any ransom.
I don't remember.

I don't remember. I don't remember.

I don't remember.

Turn down the bed and prepare a tube.

All right.

-Insert it now.
-Here it comes.

And again.

-That's right.
-Come on. Come on.

Vital signs?

If her vitals are poor, it's bad news.

She'll have to be rushed
to an operating room urgently.

Why? Hasn't she thrown it all up?

No, the stomach pump wasn't enough.

Most of the polyester
has moved down the intestinal tract.

And?

And...

And if we don't operate urgently,

all the fluids will accumulate
in the abdominal abscess,

causing peritonitis at best,
or sepsis if the colon's perforated.

Do it here,
because she's not leaving the prison.

Gandhi himself wouldn't allow that,
much less Castillo.

Perhaps you'd like to operate yourself?

Or do you not feel up to the job, like me?

Cut her intestines open in here

if you want to kill her
quickly and negligently.

There's another, slower option:

Do nothing, knowing
that we have to operate, come what may.

Something's happening to her.

I'll arrange a security convoy.

Don't take your eyes off her
for a second, okay?

Not for a second!

Let's go. Your punishment has been lifted.

-Why?
-What's wrong?

Do you want to extend your stay?

-If you want, I'll leave.
-No, I'm going.

But I don't get it. The governor
said I'd be in here for a week.

It must be the video.
You've really stirred things up.

Over 30,000 hits in under an hour.

I didn't upload the video.
I didn't have time.

I don't know, then.

Did you upload it?

Did you upload the video?

I don't know what you're talking about.
Come on, let's go.

They will not silence us.

38,000 signatures to let them
do that damn calendar?

Has the world gone crazy?

It's been picked up
on quite a few websites.

Good God.

BEHIND BARS AND NAKED

-Can you believe this, Carlos?
-Of course, why not?

Naked prisoners, titillation...
This will spread like wildfire.

-Initiating...
-About time. Yes.

I need a basic support unit for a transfer
and I need an internal specialist.

Just a moment, please.

So why are they letting me out?

Because you're going to let us
do the calendar?

If you think about it, it could be
good publicity for Cruz del Sur.

Good publicity?

To give the impression
that we let inmates do as they please,

just because some horny trolls
support them?

-That's precisely why it's good.
-Come on.

It's about the feeling of freedom,
of being progressive.

It's about friendship,
fraternity and solidarity.

All of which are positive values
that don't really exist,

but which you can champion.

I think it's quite a good idea.

Why should nudity be seen as taboo,

rather than something natural and fun?

-You think it's taboo for me?
-Come on, not at all.

I mean, it's not easy,

trying to distinguish
what's lewd and obscene,

for someone overly...

modest, shall we say?

Let's leave it at that.
I'll check on Zulema Zahir.

See you.

Is that blood?

I'm not crying blood, am I?

-No, it isn't blood.
-Our Lord Jesus wept blood.

I know because my grandma
had a picture in her living room.

He wore a thorny crown
and was crying tears of blood.

But not me.

I don't cry tears of blood.

Send someone for Susana,
so she can have a shower.

Then she can get some sleep.

We've finished here.

-Hello?
-Hello, this is Garrigues,

the investment group's administrator.
What the hell is this on TV?

What's this nonsense about naked inmates?

You must be spiking their coffee.

This won't go down well
with the committee, Ms. Aguirre.

We support any initiative
led by our inmates,

promoting values such as solidarity.

Improper? Not at all.

CRUZ DEL SUR GOVERNOR

For us, the calendar is an example,
as valid as any other, of responsibility.

Besides, nudity is something natural,

and it's a way of giving the prisoners
a sense of freedom

to do as they wish with their bodies.

All Cruz del Sur has done
is facilitate the project

with make-up, hairdressing, lingerie,

but I reiterate that the women
are the main feature.

-We're going to be a big hit.
-We're going to smash this.

Ladies, you're looking red-hot,

and this calendar
is going to be a big success.

Curly, can I be January?

Because it's my mom's birthday
in January and I think she'd like that.

-Yes, she'll be ecstatic...
-Yes.

...when it's her birthday
and she sees you with your ass in the air!

Don't say that!

-Of course you can have January.
-Cool.

Well, I want August.
And when I've finished with the razor,

I'll have a pussy like Barbie's!

You can't take your eyes off my ass,
can you.

Fuck! I can't help it.

-Really?
-I like it a lot.

Here, Antonia, try going platinum instead!

-Very nice!
-That's so hot!

Try it out.

-So, how's that?
-Perfect.

So, stand astride, hands on your face,

-and here, in a sexy way, and...
-Curly.

-Curly!
-Hello.

-Can I talk to you?
-Of course, my love.

-What month do you want?
-I don't want any month.

-Why not?
-Because I'm not doing it.

It's not me. I don't want to do it.

-We're doing this for you.
-Exactly.

I don't want you to.

I'm really grateful, but this is
a personal thing between Curly and me.

What kind of personal thing?

What's the matter?

It's just...

I don't know how to say
that I don't need anything from you.

You don't need to defend me,
do me favors, or risk your day release.

Whenever I say it's not right between us,

it just goes over your head,
you don't listen,

as if it's nothing to do with you.

But it is.

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

Do you know what I think?

That I clung to you like a life preserver,

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

I clung to you because I was lonely,

but that doesn't make a good love story.

Girls, I really do appreciate it.

And I'm very sorry.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Careful.

I tripped.

-It just needs a little wipe.
-All right.

Two, two.

What's the matter?

I've requested a card to call my brother.

Let's go and see if they've approved it.

-Did you get rid of the phone?
-Yes.

I put my arm down the toilet
up to my elbow,

and it's gone.

Look, they've approved it. Sign here.

I heard you're going to do that calendar.

What month will you be?

You're interested in which month
I'll be appearing naked?

I'm interested because that
Calendar Girls Behind Bars

will be plastered everywhere,
and it's cheap excitement.

So what?

I was saving myself for you,

but you don't seem that interested.

There's nothing in the world
I desire more than you.

I've decided to take the risk.

But how can I get you out of this prison,
this country, this continent,

if your face is all over the news,

service stations,
and every truck in Spain?

So no more phone calls,
and no more nonsense.

From now on, discretion.

Play by my rules,
and be a good girl until I say so.

Do you agree?

Fabio, the mobile ICU's about to arrive.

I'm on my way.

I'm taking my chances.

Now you have to do the same.

Two, two.

Look what I've got for you.

Don't ask where I got them from,
I can't tell you.

I know you can keep a secret.

But so can I.

And if you tell me, all this will stop.

Susana, look at me.

Tell me you don't know anything.

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

I only wanted to be a mother.

I tried everything.

That's what the ransom money was for.

For a surrogate.

I didn't want to hurt the girl.

It's not fair.

All I wanted was a child,

someone who'll love you forever,

who trusts only you,

who only has you in their life,

who doesn't see you as retarded,
because you're their mom.

It's okay, Susana. It's okay.

But Amaia has a mom, too.
And it isn't fair to her.

No.

I'm going to be sick.

Sorry.

-Okay, copy that. Sandoval.
-Yeah.

-The convoy is here.
-Good.

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

There's plenty more, so it's likely
she didn't eat as much as we thought.

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

Of course I can help her, I promise.

She's in a place that Cesáreo knows.

I'm here with you now, it's okay.

Security alert. Lock down all cells.
Find Zulema.

Zulema has disappeared from the infirmary.

Zulema is missing. Take her to solitary.

Hi, Palacios.

Why did you hit her?

For being a bitch.

She was going to save the girl.

She was going to save her.

She's all alone.

She's alone in a stable in Santa María,

in Santa María de la Alameda.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Help!

-Inside, now!
-Come on!

Fucking hell!

Help!

Son of a bitch! Bastard! Asshole!

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández