Locked Up (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - Plátano y limón - full transcript

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

This doesn't make sense.

And I grabbed onto you
like a float, desperately.

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

So, it's over between us?

Yes.

I love you.

Can you say that again?

I love you.



Why should nudity be seen as taboo?

-You think it's taboo for me?
-Not at all.

I mean, it's not easy,

trying to distinguish
what's lewd and obscene,

for someone overly modest.

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.

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?

Anabel gets out of solitary today.

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.

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

When your daughter is safe, I'll call you.
You'll keep your side of the deal?

Of course. You have my word.

Come back with a written pardon
from the judge,

and then I'll tell you where the girl is.

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 fucking bitch!

You...

Let go of me!

What the hell is that?

It's the money that Zulema hid in Morocco.

This will help clean up your record.

12 HOURS EARLIER

One second.

No, you've already had plenty of time.

You could have made it
a bit longer, Chief.

My man deserves ten more minutes.

No, there's no need to get dressed.

Get up.

Macarena wants to see you.

How was your visit?
Did you have fun?

Honestly, I did.
Thanks for asking.

One orgasm can make up
for a whole week of shit.

We're going to frisk you.
Up against the wall.

Now you owe me €46,000.

I suggest you stop this nonsense.

Because sooner or later,

the balance will shift,
and you'll have to pay.

I'm not going to let you make any headway.

You're not going to bring in goods

so that, over time,
you become the prison's drug lord again.

I don't have anything.
They frisked me on my way out.

Yes, but I'm not that trusting.

Could you close your fist?
It doesn't matter if you hurt me.

She doesn't have anything.

I told you I was clean.

Do you really think I'm that stupid?

Down on your knees.

We'll see if you're telling the truth
and you're clean.

Open your mouth, bitch.

Open it.

The fairy tale's new evil stepmother.

No, thank you.
I don't want to be you.

I understand.
I don't want to be me, either.

Open up!

But people change, Maca.

Look at yourself.

-You little... bitch.
-Open your mouth, slut.

Forcing a funnel down her throat,
like Joe Pesci.

And I'm becoming a role model. Perfect.

In a few hours,
Castillo will be here with the judge

to look over my case...

in return for my information
about where the girl is.

And tomorrow...

Tomorrow, I'll be out.

Free.

About to start a new life.

Does that piss you off?

Given that all my pending cases
are your fault...

yes, it pisses me off.

But not as much as you'd like.

Drop the hard feelings.

An army of orangutans
isn't going to get you out of here.

And what will you do once you're out?

Serve drinks?

Fold shirts?

I'd love to see you at an interview
for a job where you'd earn €800 a month.

My brother has your money.

He got it.

Román, my fucking hero.

He's my fucking hero.

I should have made better use
of my visit with him.

Don't you worry about the money.

I don't give a shit
about the three million.

It's from another life.

I have much more humble plans now.
And so should you.

She had 12 balls of heroin in her stomach.

Flush them down the toilet.

Listen.

Remember one thing.

I stole your money.

Any reprisal against Sole
will hit you a thousand times harder.

-Got it?
-Yes.

Break her ankles.

-Like she did to Curly.
-No!

No, wait, please!

Give me another chance, Maca.

To show you that I can be your friend.

A good friend.

One chance.

Just one chance.

How are you?

-How are you?
-Good, really good.

This is inhuman.

Having to talk with this glass between us,
like chimpanzees at the zoo.

Well, you know, because we're not related,

they only give us
one conjugal visit a month.

Look on the bright side,

with this much security,

you don't need to worry
that I'm cheating on you.

No, you hear all sorts of things.

There must be all sorts of things going on
in the cells at night...

You have no idea.

Macarena will spend the night in solitary.

They broke Curly's ankles
so she's sleeping in the infirmary,

and I have to sleep with crazy Anabel,
who just had €46,000 stolen from her,

which I was hiding.

Who knows what will happen
between us tonight.

But not that.
Definitely not that.

You can't stay in there.

-I spoke to a criminal lawyer.
-A lawyer?

-What for?
-To appeal your case.

He says we can request
a review of your sentence.

Fernando, I'm going to recite
paragraph four of my sentence to you.

"Soledad Núñez Hurtado
is convicted of homicide

by pouring gasoline over her husband
and burning him alive

after finding him in bed
with another woman."

I don't want it revised.

I don't want compassion.

If you want some excitement in life,
buy some fortune cookies.

But don't even think about
stirring up my case

or giving me false hope.

Sole, wait!

-Where are you going?
-Four, two.

Sole!

Navicular and cuboid bones broken,
ankle bone fractured.

And the heel's also broken.

The good thing is, the ligaments
and tendons are undamaged.

It'll take up to two months

before you can put any weight
on your ankles.

Fuck.

Then we'll start rehabilitation,
ultrasound therapy...

You'll have to use a wheelchair.

And obviously,
you'll sleep here in the infirmary.

Excuse me.

If it's any consolation,
I had a similar injury some years back.

In my case, while playing soccer.

-I imagine that doesn't apply to you?
-No, I fell in the bathroom.

Look, Kabila,
I don't want to hear any more nonsense.

Tell me who did this to you.

-Was it Anabel?
-It was the bathroom floor.

When they mop it,
it's like a skating rink.

Why don't you want to help?
We've gone over the security footage,

and we saw Anabel come out
a few seconds before you

with all her minions in tow,
and no one else was there.

No, I'm not a fucking snitch.

I'm not going to say anything
or point the finger at anyone.

-Things don't work like that here.
-How do they work?

I know. An eye for an eye,
an ankle for an ankle.

The law of retaliation reigns in here.

Don't you see
that this violence doesn't help anyone?

However, we want to help you.

Really? You want to help me?

Fine. Get me out of here so I can study.

There's a high school
diploma exam tomorrow

and I need to pass it to get day release.

MADRID BUS LINES

Afternoon, Commissioner.

I've been calling you all day.

Could you tell me
why you haven't answered?

Sorry, it was off.
I needed to concentrate.

The government delegation called me,

and the head of security.

Amaia's kidnapping
has become public knowledge.

-They are very nervous.
-What exactly has emerged?

Well, some details,

such as the death
of the kidnappers we had imprisoned.

Don't come to me with half measures.
Why are you here?

To relieve you of the case.

The intelligence service called me, too.

They're investigating you.

...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...

I don't know
if that girl is dead or alive.

But I'll find her, today or tomorrow.

And if she's dead,
you're going to need a scapegoat.

So fire me then, because if you do it now,

it'll be you that has to resign.

We're seeing the judge in half an hour.

He won't negotiate with Zulema.
No judge will believe she's cooperating

-or that she's doing it in good faith.
-She will.

Because I'm going to corroborate
Zulema's statement

with irrefutable proof
to show she's cooperating.

She handed in the money
that the Egyptian took from the Ferreiros.

Did she?

Hell, no. I found it in Morocco.

Are you sure that Zulema knows
where Amaia is?

Yes.

And we're going to let that murderer
walk free?

Would you prefer to punish the scumbag
and let a teenager die?

One the same age as your daughter Tatiana?

Do it.

-How gross.
-Don't say that.

The food is disgusting.

And the tomato is so soft...

I need to talk to you.
It's important.

Make a complaint about the food.

That's fine, because the food is shit.

Louder.

Seriously, this fucking bread
is as hard as stone.

The bread is fucking frozen!

What is it, Ferreiro?

I'm really sick of eating frozen bread
and expired yogurt, that's what's wrong.

This yogurt expires today,
so technically, it's fine.

-Eat it.
-Yeah?

Why don't you eat it?

Ferreiro, that's another warning.

Why? Because I don't want to
eat this shit?

-Another one!
-Shut up, for fuck's sake!

-Silence!
-We're fed up!

Sit down. Be quiet!

Ferreiro, you're heading to solitary.
Turn around.

For telling the truth?
The food is shit!

I told you to complain about the food,
not start a riot.

Did I go a bit too far?

There's a brawl in the cafeteria,
I need backup.

That's it!

Back up! Back up!

Silence! Sit down!

Sit the fuck down!

Do it! Sit down right now!

You did the right thing
by not reporting Anabel.

Because in the showers tonight...

-No. No.
-...I'm going to beat her...

I don't want revenge.
What I want is to get out of here now.

I'll get out if I pass my exam,
and you'll get out if you behave.

Promise me you won't mess everything up,

that the two of us
can get out of here together.

Promise me, Gypsy.

The two of us? Together?

Yes.

-Together-together?
-Yes, together.

They'll have me
running Sunday school then.

If that's the reason I get out,

they'll send me to the Vatican
to make me a saint,

and I'll eat whatever it is
that Adela spits into the soup.

I'd die for you, my love.

I would.

Tomorrow you have to go to court
for the hearing on Karim's death.

I know.

But I don't know if I can
since I'll be locked in here.

I misbehaved, so you put me in here.

Don't smile,
the security cameras are recording.

Go in.

What's so important
that you have to tell me?

Your brother gave me the €3 million euros.

Really?

That's great news.

Fabio, we need to celebrate that.

I think our first fuck
is going to be in solitary.

What's wrong?

I gave it to Inspector Castillo.

What?

I'm not going to help
break you out, Macarena.

The governor told me
to take you to the library.

To study for tomorrow's exam.

-Okay.
-Vargas.

Go to Kabila's cell
and bring her some socks.

Of course, sir, Mr. Head of Security.

Right now. Whatever you want,
I'm here to serve you.

I'll get them now.

It's easiest if I pick you up
and place you in the chair.

-If you don't mind.
-Okay.

Good.

Careful.

Sorry.

Is that all right? Okay.

What's wrong with you?

Are you waiting for violins to play
before you put me down? Come on.

I came in here knowing I was guilty.
22 years, not a minute more or less.

And the only way I've kept my spirits up

is by not wasting my time
thinking that I'm going to get out early,

because that doesn't happen.
No white knight is coming to get me,

no helicopter.

Well, the helicopter,
that did happen to me.

Twenty-two years.

And I'm not going to let anyone
get my hopes up,

or get the idea into my head
that I'll be leaving early,

because you can't. That's a lie.

Look at the weather, all cloudy.

Zulema Zahir,
sentenced to 11 years imprisonment

for kidnapping, extortion,
possession of arms and robbery,

pending judgment for her attempted escape

and involvement in the death
of María Prieto, aka Casper.

Your Honor, in the case of María Prieto,

Forensics could not confirm
it was a suicide.

The victim fell in the shower,

the water wiped any trace
of gunpowder from her hands.

There are two witnesses
confirming the suicide theory,

and a psychiatric report that confirms
Prieto was emotionally unstable.

And the escape?

The accused was kidnapped
and forced to escape.

Is that what she says
or do you know for sure?

Another inmate was also kidnapped,
so it would not surprise me...

Your testimony indicates
that you're defending Zulema Zahir

as innocent of the charges made.

Yes, Your Honor.

Also, there's no conclusive proof.

And in your memo, you suggest
holding a discussion with the accused

to request cooperation
in the case of Amaia Jiménez.

Your Honor, my client, Zulema Zahir,

has information
about the location of Amaia Jiménez,

and she is willing to cooperate.

In exchange, she requests
the dismissal of the pending cases,

given the lack of proof,

and that she is granted day release
for health reasons.

-What is she afflicted by?
-Severe depression and chronic pain

due to second-degree burns on her abdomen.

These are the reports.

Let me remind you,
the girl has been missing for 19 days.

Bastard!

-Son of a bitch!
-Listen to me!

That's what you are!

Macarena, I told you about the escape

because I saw you were struggling,
without any hope,

and that you desperately needed a plan
to cling to.

You misled me. You misled me!

I didn't. When I told you,
I thought it was true.

It's absurd, think about it.

What were we going to do?
Get a car and run?

Where would we go

if we can't stay anywhere
for two consecutive days?

We can't leave the country
without being deported.

I don't care! I don't care!

Macarena, what I'm offering you
is a viable plan.

Don't tell me about your fucking plan!

My brother almost lost a hand
because of you!

I'm really sorry.

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

Castillo is going to say
it's thanks to you that he caught Zulema,

and got the stolen money back.

And tomorrow, in the preliminary hearing
for Karim's murder,

we're going to say
you shot him in self-defense.

Fuck, any psychologist will agree
you were experiencing traumatic shock.

Any jury will show compassion.

The only way to start from scratch

is to put up with three years here,
three and a half...

And then you'll be able to live your life
without fear, in freedom.

I know you hate me right now
and want to kill me,

but think about it.

I'm doing it for you.

Well, no.

I'm doing it for both of us.

Ms. Zahir, since you're asking,

why haven't you requested a pardon
instead of day release?

Firstly, thank you for looking at my case.

I'm not asking for a pardon
because it would be impossible.

And I don't deserve it.
I did terrible things in the past,

which I regret.
And I will never do them again.

I have changed,

but prison is a bad place to be good.

That's why I need day release.

Your Honor, I assure you
I am acting in good faith.

As a gesture of goodwill,
and through cooperation,

Ms. Zahir and another inmate
have informed the police

of the whereabouts
of a sum of stolen money,

which we have spent years looking for.

Yes, I already said
I want to reintegrate into society.

Why is it you still haven't informed
the inspector of Amaia's location,

knowing her life is in danger?

I do not want that girl to die,
Your Honor.

As soon as you sign my request,
I won't hesitate to tell you.

If you're acting in good faith,
the life of that poor girl

would be more important than yours,

but what I see here is an attempt
to blackmail the judicial system,

and I won't consent to it.

I'm prepared to accept the risk

of releasing a person
based on their record,

but I won't be subjected to blackmail.

I will not dismiss any of the cases,
nor the day release proceedings

until I receive your confession
regarding the location of the girl.

And I urge you to hurry.
Time is running out.

For Amaia

and for you.

This unit is not suitable
for disabled people.

There are no ramps,
the bathrooms haven't been converted.

What? Disabled people don't rob banks?

Or are there prisons just for them?

What I'm trying to say is...

if you need me to lift you into bed,
or to go to the bathroom

or push you around outside,
just tell me, okay?

Okay. And when I need a shower,
are you going to soap up my back?

It wouldn't be the first time
you gave me a shower.

Look.

Why haven't you told the governor
who broke your ankles?

Why are dinosaurs extinct?
Why did the Backstreet Boys split up?

Questions with no answer.

I get that you don't want to say anything
to Miranda

because you're scared of retaliation.

But you can tell me.

Was it Anabel?

It was Anabel.

And what are you going to do?

-Get revenge for me?
-Protect you.

-I don't want you getting hurt.
-Valbuena, boss.

The socks, sir.

Put them on.
And take her to the library, okay?

-May I?
-Yes, come in.

I'm here as a patient.

After what's happened
these last few weeks,

my defenses are down.
Give me an antibiotic or something.

-May I examine you?
-Yes, of course.

Hop up there.
I'll just get the phonendoscope.

You didn't need to take off your clothes.

-I'm going to listen to your back.
-Okay.

Good.

Let's see.

Breathe in through your mouth
and breathe out.

Again.

Your lungs are a bit blocked up.

I've spent the whole week
thinking about what you told me,

about the girls' calendar.

What did I say?

Something about me being a prude or...

That I was awkward
about naked bodies and...

I don't know, like I'm going through life
with the handbrake on,

that's how I understood it.

Yes.

Do you really think that?

Yes.

Because I got the impression
that it was you

who was shocked to see me in my underwear.

Seriously?

Shocked?

Well, a little.

It shocks me.

Seeing such a woman...

in her underwear...

Of course it shocks me, it shakes me.

I think I was honest with you
a while back.

I told you.

I don't know why.

But...

when I'm with you,
I feel like the weaker sex.

And you...

You're an impossible dream.

Open your mouth.

Governor. The investors just called,
they're coming tomorrow. It's urgent.

Good.

"The rocks that make up
the topography of Spain are..."

The rocks that came out
of my cousin's kidney!

You should have heard the guy scream
every time he pissed!

Can you stop messing around?
Can't you see Curly wants to study?

-So study.
-Let her.

It's going to open a lot of doors for her.

Now, my dear Teresa,
what opens more doors?

Studying or giving head?

I've done both,
but giving head, definitely.

Can you stop pissing me off?
My exam is tomorrow. Fuck!

-Shit, is it tomorrow, Curly?
-Yes, it is.

Come on, you can't learn in one night

what you didn't pick up
during the whole year.

It's not learning, it's revising.

Because it's an exam on general knowledge,
and I know it.

And if I get you something to help,

and you spend the night awake
studying like an owl?

-Have you got cash?
-Stop bugging her.

She wants to study,
not be a junkie like you.

I'm so fed up of this woman. Come on.

-Come on!
-They're like vitamins.

Get back to your hut. I don't know
how you got through preschool.

I'm going!

-Fuck, that's better.
-So annoying.

-She was getting on my nerves.
-Come on, I'll help you review.

Okay, come on.
This is the exam from last year.

-Okay.
-Come on, go.

"What is synonymy?"

Synonymy is that thing with the synonyms?

It's the science of studying synonyms.

"Rocks that make up
the topography of Spain."

I know that one. That's...

Siliceous rock.

Limestone.

Volcanic. And one more.

Siliceous... No, don't tell me.

Siliceous, limestone, volcanic...

Fuck.

-Next.
-Okay.

-"Capital of Switzerland."
-Bern.

-Yes.
-Yes!

-"What's an algorithm?"
-Algorithm...

Algorithm... Algorithm...

Something with rhythm?

An African dance.

No. An instrument.

Is it one word or two?

-No, you can't look.
-Let me.

-You can't look.
-Why not?

-What are you doing?
-Every question you get wrong,

you pay a forfeit.

-Come on. Come on.
-Come on.

"Who was Unamuno?"

Unamuno?

A photographer.

No.

-No?
-No.

What a shame.

Come on, more.

"What is E = mc with a little 2 above?"

-What?
-That.

I don't know, honestly.

Curly, I don't know
if you have no fucking clue

about any of the questions,
or if you want me for something else.

I really feel like
putting your socks on properly.

Yes, come on.

Put my socks on properly, please.

-I'll fix them for you.
-Come on.

Wait. Okay.

Are you asleep, darling?

-What's wrong, sweetie?
-My stomach hurts.

That's no good.

Maybe if I give you a kiss,
it'll get better.

Let's see.

-Mom, I don't want to go to school.
-Why not, darling?

Some girls...

They don't let me skip rope with them
and they push me.

Well, you know what?

At school, one day can feel
like the end of the world.

But then summer arrives,
the school year is over,

and you totally forget that day,
don't you?

And do you know what you have to do
to make it go faster?

You have to go to school
and go out in the yard,

and be brave, sweetie.

Go and skip rope with them.

Don't give up, okay?

Come here.

That's it.

I told them you were indisposed
and that's why I was allowed back.

Why did you run away?

That's the last time you talk to me
about reviews and lawyers.

-Is that clear?
-Okay.

All forgotten.

I'll explain what awaits us.

Eleven years of seeing each other
once a week.

And most of the time,
separated by this window.

And sex?

Don't even think about it.

Because with just one conjugal visit
a month,

we don't even make
half the Durex survey average.

I think you should think it over.

There's an easier way.

There is? What are you going to do?
Abduct me?

Maybe you could get a sex change operation
and spend my sentence with me.

I'd have to turn lesbian, of course,

because if they give you
a slit down there, there's no going back.

Four, two.

Coffee?

Two sugars, right?

I don't know what to tell the investors.

My achievements in recent weeks
while running this place

are an inmates' riot, murders, suicides,
broken ankles...

They're going to fire me.

Firstly...

I think your management is excellent,

bearing in mind the budgets and resources
you've been given.

When are you going to stop
beating yourself up?

Seriously, face them. Be brave.

Don't let them knock you down.

And secondly,
if you don't mind me saying...

do you have any idea...

how beautiful you are in that dress?

I like it when you say that.

Why don't you take the next step?

Because I'm not sure it would end well.

You see me in my white coat,
impeccable, pure...

with my stethoscope dangling, thinking...

"He's a trustworthy guy, a professional."

I'm not a nice guy.

In my relationships...

Well...

I don't ask for walks in the park
or candlelit dinners.

I want fantasy.

Sex, vigor.

So?

Do you think I'm a nun?

No.

But I'm not sure
you'd like the same games as me.

That's why it wouldn't work.

Try.

Take off your panties
and put them on the table.

Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I tried to change my shift, so that
another guard would take you to court,

and I could make
my own statement, but I couldn't.

I'm fine.

Although I'm not joking when I say

it wasn't very elegant of you
to leave me in solitary

after telling me you'd lied to me.

But...

you're right.

Although, with all the damp and despair,

I've come undone a bit.

And I won't forgive you for that.

I'll bring you some banana
and lemon later.

But now we have to go to your hearing.

I was forced to take drastic measures.

I banned free movement,
established rigid control

with sentinels and punishment.

I treated them like scum.

And gentlemen, the results are appalling.

More suicides, more beatings,

more violence.

So from now on, I'm going to act
in a way I deem appropriate,

based more on reintegration,
and less on punishment.

And if you don't agree with my management,

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

I look forward to hearing from you.

Forgive her.

She didn't understand what you wanted,
and won't be able to.

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

And no hesitation.

She's a housewife.

Castillo, the IA staff will have to wait
to put someone else in your seat.

Zulema missed her chance.

We'll talk later.

Don't turn them over
until they've all been handed out.

It's forbidden to talk, leave the room

or take your eyes off the exam.

Good.

You can turn the exams over.

You have 45 minutes.

Sole, are you okay?

Fernando asked me to marry him.

Oh, wow!

This woman is really lucky, you know?

You almost kick the bucket...
They give you a heart.

You set fire to your husband...
You get another one.

Well, I don't see it as luck,
getting married without a honeymoon,

only seeing your husband once a month.

I can't sleep by his side every night.
I don't see the luck.

But when you get out,
you'll have a home to go to...

-True.
-You'll have a family.

On top of that, he has daughters.

What will they say about him marrying
a criminal who roasted her husband?

What will they say?

"Don't bring her to the barbecue
on Sundays."

-Come on.
-Listen. You love him, don't you?

-I think I do.
-Well, then.

I spend all day thinking about him.

I think so, too. This is love.

-Good love.
-Of course.

I don't want to spend my life
wondering when he'll come,

if I can even get another conjugal visit.

I don't want to spend every day and night
thinking more about the outside.

Shit, 11 years of my life like that.

I don't want hope.

Well, if you don't want hope,

they shouldn't have
given you a heart transplant.

No, you should have stayed here
in the cell, really peacefully,

because you had a life expectancy
of a few days.

Why don't you return it?

Because they could really use it
in the transplant unit.

Don't you want to?

Fine, keep it.
But make good use of it.

God, check out the junkie!

She learned so much at university
and yet she ended up using heroin.

What a talent!

I think it's a sweet idea.

Really romantic.

It could be like a television program.

What You Need is Love from the olden days.

The problem is that this is a prison,
not a movie set,

so I don't think it's possible.

Why is it impossible?

May I?

We have breaking news just coming in.

Amaia Jiménez has been freed.
The teen, kidnapped 19 days ago,

has been found alive in a rural area
between the cities of Ávila and Madrid.

How is the girl?

Her parents left their home 45 minutes ago

and headed to the local hospital,

where it seems the girl has been taken
in critical condition.

She was freed this morning
by members of UPA and the Civil Guard,

based on police inquiries
and information provided by a bus driver.

The sadness causes me pain.

Physically.

When you've been out, felt the wind,
and seen yourself free,

suddenly your cards flip and you lose.

Sadness hurts, melancholy hurts.

Life fucking hurts.

I played my hand...

at poker.

I lost. Now, here I am.

My God!

Eating board game pieces
as if they were LSD tablets.

I got you!

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
up the bum, no harm done!

It can't be!

Starting from scratch all over again
was just unbearable.

Your lawyer is waiting.

No more escaping,
no more millions of euros...

and no more false hopes.

You're right, the only way
to get out of here is by being good.

But you know what?

I never imagined that good girls
would be your style.

Well, everyone has something
hidden in the closet.

Macarena, if we want this to be serious,
it has to be like this.

Okay.

I'll declare before the judge

that I had a psychotic episode
when I shot Karim.

I'll cross my fingers
that Castillo doesn't let me down.

-He won't.
-Okay.

And I'll let you stand as a witness
for me in the trial

for the escape with hostages. Okay?

How does that sound?

I like good girls, but not boring girls,

so it sounds great.

What's wrong? Do you feel unwell?

I told you. The cold made me sick.

We don't have long to go.
Can you wait?

Yes, I think so.

Oh, God, no.

No, we need to stop.

Shit, Macarena.

We need to stop.

The inmate needs to
go to the bathroom urgently.

Your time is up.
Please hand in your exams.

Miss, you need to hand it in as it is.

I didn't have time to finish.

I was beaten up two days ago.

They broke my ankles and hurt my wrists.

I can barely write.

Could I...

Could I do the exam orally?

Go ahead.

Sole.

Soledad Núñez.

Oh, gosh!

Not long ago, I asked you to marry me.

-You ran away and I understand that.
-Ask me, I'm of age!

Shit! You've got balls, Mr. Clean.

Our marriages have failed.

You were mistreated.

I was with a horrible person.

But why shouldn't it work this time?

So I'll ask you again. Sole...

Will you marry me?

Sole heard you,
but she's taking a shit in the bathroom.

Sole! He's up there waiting for you.

I told him you're shitting
and you'll come straightaway.

How could you say that?
I'm going to kill you!

So he stays calm.
Should I tell him you said yes?

You're not saying anything to him.
Tell him I'm coming now.

Sole is constipated, Mr. Fernando.

Don't be so rude!

You're crazy.

Yes, I'll marry you. Yes!

But it needs to be tomorrow.
There's no time like the present.

I want to. I can't take it anymore!

Come here. Come with me.

I gave the ring to an officer
to pass to you, okay?

He has money and everything!

I love you.

I love you.

Celebrate, celebrate

Let's all celebrate

Lift the bride up
Lift her up

Who is brave enough to lift her?

This is beautiful!

We'll be back in a minute.

Good morning.

Go ahead.

-Hey!
-Shit, that's right.

-I can't go like this.
-Okay.

-There you go.
-Thank you.

-Fabio.
-What?

Can you turn on the tap
and let the water run?

I'll get embarrassed if you hear.

Of course.

This is so awkward.

How embarrassing.

Macarena, we've got just enough time
to get to court.

Macarena?

Macarena?

You've got to be kidding me!

Pelinchón, 30%.

García, 5%. You studied a lot.

Grijalbo, 20%.
Another one heading to NASA!

-Kabila. Congratulations, 70%.
-70%?

-Shit!
-Fuck, yes!

Gypsy! Gypsy, give me a beat.
Sing something for me.

I'll be able to choose a university
and even get a scholarship.

I'm all brains!

You got lucky.
Yesterday, you didn't have a clue.

But I understood the basic concepts.

I just needed to review it a little
and pass it.

Come on, sing something.
Sing something, I'm getting out!

Did you give the examiner a blow job?

What do you mean?

We're getting out of here.

Me for passing the exam
and you for good behavior.

It's what we talked about.

But the plan wasn't to give anyone
a blow job or fuck them.

Did you fuck him?

You can't fuck in a wheelchair.
Did you fuck him?

What if I did?

I might even ask for a reevaluation
and get a better grade

since I'm annoyed I only got 70%.

So, when things don't go your way,
you start whoring.

Who are you to ask for explanations?

I'm fed up of
this whole jealous lesbian thing.

I said I'd pass, and I passed.

-At what price?
-At the necessary price.

Everyone has their own price.

-I earned my 70%.
-Yeah.

Do you think I can't see
what you're doing?

The shit about leaving here,
the rush you're in,

the damn exam, how desperate you are.

"We're going together, Saray.
We'll go together."

Do you think I haven't realized
that this is all because Maca left you

and you can't stand being in here
and seeing her face?

Is that right or not?

It is. It is.

It is.

Bitch!

Shit! Son of a bitch!

Bitch, whore, idiot! What are you doing?

Escaping!

I'm not waiting three years.
I'll go with or without your help.

Fucking bastard! Let go of me!

You're fucking crazy!

Were you pretending when you
made me think you were falling for me?

-Was that a lie, too?
-I never said I was falling for you.

But I'm almost there.

Almost where? What does that mean?

Stay still! Shit! It means we can try.

Try and have a relationship
like most people.

You're a piece of shit.

If you expect to have
a relationship in that fucking place,

you're an idiot. You're such an asshole.

Everything you touch turns ugly and bad.

What do you want?
Do you know anything about me?

Do I have siblings? Do I have a mother?

You don't know me,
and you want us to run away?

Are you really in love with me?
Am I in love with you?

Or are we both lonely and desperate?

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

and we'll never be anything more.

Very well. Very well.

Now I'm going to do my job
and take you to the fucking court.

No!

Give me your hands.

Don't make this harder.
Give me your hands.

Forget about any agreement with the judge,

but we still have one possibility.

What?

Pretend that we accept
the conditions the judge imposes

and that we're prepared to abide by them,
but we'd need money.

-Money for what?
-To write up a statement

where you would specify
where the kidnapped girl was.

I have a contact in the court

who would record
the time and date as this morning.

Your willingness to collaborate
would be clear.

The girl has appeared, but we'll
have held up our end of the deal.

That's why I need money
for the collaborator.

And for myself,

I won't deny that.

If they find out,
they'll disbar me for life.

For the judge, it would be obvious
that the confession in the court

was legally valid.

But right now I could get...

€45,000, no more.

All right.

Now I need you to write the statement,

the more detailed the better,

about what Susana told you,
the exact location of the girl,

the day and time
you were given the information.

Everything. Addressed to the judge.

You have to twist it.

Sorry.

Okay. She's feeling much better. Let's go.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

Castillo, the bastard.

You almost got me.

Shit.

I thought I'd lost the war
but I've only lost a battle.

Do you like chess, Inspector?

This is a brilliant match,

like the legend of
whoever it was against Spassky.

Remember, nobody dies in chess.

Take that into account next time
you create a mess like this.

-She won again.
-Shut up, idiot.

Commissioner.

Zulema caught us.

We need to release her
to find out where the girl is.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

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