Locked Up (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Hogar dulce hogar - full transcript

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Macarena, you're going to be late.

Shit. I've stained your shirt.

Concrete. Those bitches.

They started planning the escape
11 months ago.

Zulema chose three inmates.

She promised them a share of the money.

A civil engineer
couldn't have done a better job,

from a technical perspective.

Don't worry, Mom.
No one will look for that bastard.

Thank you, God.



Your daughter has escaped from prison
with four other inmates.

During the escape, Macarena had a fight
with one of the inmates.

And she killed her.

Let's go!

We've been a step behind
the fugitives the whole time.

They've changed cars at least four times.

The Egyptian doesn't seem to be with them.

Why didn't Karim the Syrian
show up either?

-More importantly...
-Hanbal?

...where the hell is he now?

Cruz del Sur Prison. How can I help you?

They've found the convoy that was
supposed to pick you up in the desert.

Their left hands had been cut off.

Do you know who it could have been?



These women have to understand
the seriousness of an escape or a fight.

We can pick those inmates
who are natural leaders.

We can call them sentinels.

I'd pick those who are mostly ignored
to be sentinels.

We need a head of security.

You need someone who executes,
who doesn't think.

I'm the new head of security
of Cruz del Sur.

The most effective way to instill fear
is to give a monkey two guns.

Whose phone is this?

You don't know who he's going to shoot.

And do you know why?
Because it's a monkey.

A monkey doesn't think.

Fear is the only form of control, Miranda.

The only form of control.

Neigh!

I don't know if I should
make a run for it.

I could take a chance
while they're asleep.

You can do better than that.
Turn Zulema in.

That phone you stole?
We need Zulema to find that phone.

So she understands
why the police showed up.

Zulema, I swear I didn't know
the phone was there.

You have five seconds. We're leaving.

Good morning.

Up there and turn around.

Who the fuck was Casper going to call?

It was you.

It's the chief jailer's job
to maintain strict order,

preventing drugs and contraband,
searching inmates, exercising discipline.

-Understood?
-Affirmative.

We're going through a critical time
at present.

After the escape,
we need to rule with an iron fist.

Just tell me how far to go.

I'll do whatever you want.
I've been in the military.

Two years in Bosnia
and another two in Iraq.

This doesn't scare me.

-Why did you leave the military?
-A disagreement.

It can't be easy
being a woman in the army.

I punched a captain.
I was demoted and then dismissed.

-I understand.
-The van's about to arrive.

Miranda, what do you plan to do
about the barbecue?

I wasn't sure if you'd be coming or not.

Did you mention it to Fabio?
Are we going as a team?

It's hard for me, too. To forget
everything and start from scratch.

We all have to make an effort.
That includes you.

You're right.

Home sweet home.

Don't you have a hug
for your prodigal daughters?

Cruz del Sur has pressed charges
against all three of you,

for attempted assault, murder,
failure to assist, and vandalism,

which will be added to the escape case.

If you weren't already
feeling at home here,

you'd better start getting used to it.

Let's go.

Everything. Including your underwear.

Feet on the yellow line.
Hands on the wall. Legs open.

You three, get undressed.

Check the blonde one well.
She hides phones in any gap.

That phone wasn't mine.

They've seen my pussy in customs,
in Morocco, in the court cells.

My pussy's like the entrance
to the subway.

When can I see my family, ma'am?

Why are you calling me "ma'am"?

-I don't know your name.
-That's because I haven't told you.

Because I'm not interested
in your name, 599.

Do you know why?

Because I don't want to be your friend
or your confidante.

I am the chief jailer.

I'll be making sure rules are followed,

timetables are adhered to
and inventories are carried out.

From now on, there are new rules.

There's no more free movement
between cells.

No more bathroom trips
in the middle of the night.

You'll have a toilet in every cell,

and you'll learn respect and discipline.

And of course...

there will be no more holes in walls.

Yes, Chief.

You've been assigned new duties.
Separated and monitored.

Zulema Zahir, cleaning.

-Macarena Ferreiro, cooking.
-Nice.

Saray Vargas, infirmary.

What do you mean, "infirmary"?
I'm not even a nurse.

You don't need to be.

You only have to clean up
the feces of the disabled inmates.

And their vomit.

Feet on the yellow line.

Hands on the wall.

And relax.

-What's that?
-It was just delivered.

It's for Zulema Zahir.

What's in there? It stinks.

Let's see.

Thank you.

You have your beer.
Now tell me why you called.

-Your daughter's back in prison.
-Thank God.

-Where was she?
-In Morocco.

They're going to charge her
with several serious crimes.

I'll try to prove

that the murder she'll be charged with
was in self-defense.

Thanks for letting me know.

-And for being a friend.
-As your friend,

I'm warning you
that I'm coming under pressure.

They want results.

And there is more evidence
linking you to the investigation.

Do what you have to do.

There's my badge.

I'm talking to you
as a friend now, not a cop.

Whatever you say won't go any further.

Leopoldo.

Where is the Egyptian?

There's no sign of his involvement
in the escape.

I don't know.

I think he's dead.

If only.

If you fear for your life
or for your loved ones, tell me now,

so I can request a new security protocol.

If I ever had that money...

I no longer have it.

That's why we're safe.

I could be a millionaire now, you know.

How so?

Zulema offered me a couple of million
to let her escape.

That would have helped the pension fund.

Yes, it would have. It's a shame.

You know how this works.

Soon, I'll receive the order
from the instructing judge

to initiate the usual protocol.

To track your calls,
search your house, question your family.

Believe me, this is a load of shit for me.

I know.

A barbecue at Sandoval's place?

Whose brilliant idea was it to invite me?

Miranda asked that you be invited.

-She's keen to do some team building.
-How nice.

If you don't go, there'll be questions
about what's going on between you.

-Do you want to talk about that? Two, two.
-What for? You can tell her.

If you need to save your ass,
you can throw me to the lions again.

I've said I'm sorry.
Can't you put yourself in my shoes?

That would mean shitting myself,
and I can't do that.

Two, one.

We've missed you.

-Sorry about that bump on your head.
-Three veterans and a newbie.

Don't worry about it.
I have some 30 years to get you back.

Two, one.

Let's go.

Normally, you'd go straight to solitary,

but the governor insisted
that you resume the normal regime.

Right. Why the act of charity?

Two, two.

She wants you to feel
the love of the other inmates.

Thanks to you,
their lives have become much worse.

Bastards!

Bitches!

See how they're looking at you?

-How are they looking at me?
-You screwed us over!

With hatred and fear. Look.

You'd better watch your backs.

You're no longer the girl whose boss
tricked her over the company accounts.

Your uniform says you're dangerous.

-You're a murderer.
-Bitch!

You're now one of the inmates
to be approached with caution.

I bet that turns you on, doesn't it?

Vargas, Zahir, Palacios.
The others with me.

Did you have fun on your little walk?

Welcome back, bitches!

Where's Curly? She wasn't in Admissions.

The new rules mean

no information can be given
to one inmate about another.

Cell 225. Ferreiro, you know
which is your bunk.

Cristina Marquina.

You take the bottom bunk.

How come? That's Sole's bunk.

-Where's Sole?
-Soledad is in the hospital.

In that case, the cell is full.
You can't put anyone else in here.

When Soledad returns,
she'll get another cell.

-Shelf your belongings.
-Wait. Fabio, you can't do this.

Sole will be back in a few days
and this is her home,

so, please, take the new girl
to another cell.

-Go inside.
-Stay where you are.

This is all I'm asking of you.

My people, in my cell.

Cells closing in two minutes.

A toilet!

A fucking toilet!

So I can shit on everyone's graves! Great!

Now we can all take a shit here,
in full view.

Cell 234.

Inmate Cristina Marquina.
Take the bottom bunk.

Are you kidding? No way.

You can take Bambi here to another cell.

In you go.

Stay where you are, Bambi.

You heard Saray.

Find another hole for the newbie.
It'll be healthier.

Listen, open your fucking mouth once more,
and you'll get a month in solitary. Okay?

If anything happens to the newbie,
I swear on my mother's life,

your head will be in that toilet
for ten minutes.

Was there anything else?

Come on, get inside.

Make up the bunk
and put your stuff on that shelf.

Can I go to the bathroom, please?
I don't feel well.

Use this one.
There's no time to go outside now.

Don't even think about shitting.

Cells closing.

I'm not proud of what I did.

But I won't let you fuck things up for me.

Do you want to go back to the cell block?

I can reduce the six days you have left.

But first, I have to wash you.

All over.

Get undressed.

Please.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but you can't go to the infirmary
with my DNA between your legs.

Hi, Mom.

They've made me group leader.

My mother and I don't speak,

but if we did,
she'd be really proud of this.

And I've been...

clean for 22 days.

-That's right, Tere!
-That's our Tere!

It's too soon to celebrate.
One step at a time. Twenty-two days.

It's no fun being a sentinel.
It's dangerous.

Everyone's got something stashed away

in their cell,
and they've got us sniffing around,

like hunting dogs.

If they want to know what's going on,
why give us armbands?

No one will do anything in front of us.

What's the point?
It's just a stick to beat us with.

They've taken us for fools.
It makes no sense.

Do you really think
that everything that's happening

is entirely the responsibility
of the prison officers?

That it has nothing to do
with a group of inmates, friends...

deciding to disregard, disrespect, abuse

the trust placed in them,
by making a hole in the wall,

assaulting a guard and escaping?
That doesn't matter?

Zulema and her fucking tricks.

Anyhow, I think
the situation can be reversed.

As long as they show

a degree of remorse.
At least a hint of remorse.

And they tell us what happened.

No?

I never wanted to escape.

So, I regret it.

Of course, I regret it.

And I'm sorry
if I caused problems for the others.

I'm sorry.

Saray?

Do you have anything to say?

If anyone has been fucked over
because of me,

then I'm sorry
that I took off for some sunbathing!

That was a joke.

And I am sorry.

Fuck.

Of course I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I got caught.

I'm sorry I didn't get into a shootout.

I'm sorry I didn't shoot the right person.

Because the day
I don't want to get out of this hole,

I'll be food for the worms.

If any of my companions
have been wronged because of my escape,

they can go fuck themselves.

González, what's happening?

No groups.

Is there any news about my case?
Did you talk to the judge?

Marquina, leave the chairs here,
pick up these weights, put them away.

And sweep the floor, please.

I've made a deal with Castillo.
He's told the judge

that your cooperation
was required to capture the fugitives.

And what now?
Do I get a round of applause?

Fabio, Zulema's out to get me.
She said earlier in therapy

that she got it wrong
when she killed Casper. Fuck.

-Did she say that?
-Not in so many words,

but when they call us to testify,

and she hears that it's thanks to my call
we got caught...

-I'm dead.
-Listen to me.

You'll testify secretly
in summary proceedings.

She won't know.
Besides, Castillo will say in his report

that you killed that girl in self-defense.

We have his word,
and that of the judge. Don't worry.

All right.

Thank you.

And...

what can we do
if I need to speak with you?

Make a complaint,
about the work or the food.

Do it in front of me,
and I'll take you somewhere to talk.

-All right.
-Okay.

But the food is shit.

Don't go thinking I'll be asking
to see you every five minutes.

Those in charge of this prison

have placed their trust in you
to be sentinels for your fellow inmates.

It's a responsibility and an honor.

So I want you to step up to the plate.

The three rules
for being a good sentinel are:

seeing, hearing

and telling me everything.

-Something wrong, Tere?
-No, nothing. Sorry.

The thing is, Valbuena,
you're asking us to be snitches.

This could be a bummer for us.
Am I right?

-Yes.
-Yeah.

Do you think it's a bummer to be honest?

With truth on your side,
telling things as they are?

The truth is the truth, Teresa,
whether we like it or not.

Am I not a bastard when I want to be?

Am I or not?

Come on, speak up.

I want you to speak honestly about me.

Come on.

Well, the inmates
do call you Little Willy.

Little Willy.

It's just a nickname. That's okay.

That you come in high on Fridays.

With your pupils as big as a cat's.

So, I go out on Thursdays,
what's the problem?

That you roam around the showers
to get a glimpse of tits or pussy.

That you suck up to the governor.

That you get off on shaming us
because you've got a complex.

That's what they say.

-A complex about his dick.
-Enough, for fuck's sake!

The next one to speak will get it.

We're not here to give opinions,
or to be honest.

We're here to keep fucking order!

So right now, we're going to have a drill
for searching the cells.

Let's go.

-Little Willy.
-What an asshole.

I don't know if he's on steroids,

or he's always uptight.

He should get laid
or smoke a spliff, so he'll relax.

I like to look my best on camera.

Escape, extortion,

murder, failure to assist,

kidnapping, attempted murder.

Your CV's very comprehensive.

If you'd accepted the bribe,
we'd be having this conversation

in the Dominican Republic.

This Mexican would have accepted, right?

Where I come from,
I'd have taken a few shots at you...

buried you,

and shared the profits with my colleagues.

So, you're in the Disney version
of this story.

Consider yourself fortunate.

And speaking of money...

where have you stashed
the three and a half million?

Yes, I know I only have myself to blame.

When you gave me that bag,
you said there was six and a half million.

Of course, I wasn't about to count it
there and then on the beach.

It turns out there was only three.

-Where's the other three and a half?
-I spent it.

I spent it. You know
what women are like with money.

Yes, I get the picture.

Cars, henchmen, transport, passports...

Let's say half a million.

That still leaves three.

Yesterday, a package arrived
at Cruz del Sur addressed to you.

This is what was inside.

Three left hands.

Any idea who they belonged to?

Clearly, it was...

someone who got carried away
doing manicures.

According to the preliminary autopsy,

they were amputated five days ago.

And under the nails,
they found grains of red sand.

Characteristic of the desert areas
of northern Algeria.

Your friends will have to use
their right hands to wipe their asses.

Something that is frowned upon in Islam.

-Should I be impressed by that?
-Impressed? No.

Frightened. And I'll tell you why.

Those hands belong to the people
who were meant to pick you up in Asilah,

and never showed up.

Their hands were cut off for betrayal...

in accordance with Sunni law.

Which makes you a traitor, as well.

I think that this time,

you've pissed off someone
with a very sharp sword.

Zulema, watch your step.

-Long time no see, blondie.
-Yes, long time.

What's so funny?

You're an amateur, and it shows.

Here. Trunk straight, legs apart.

More than that. Take a step back.

And now--

Punch. Very good. Shit.

Where have you been?

The same place as always. Solitary.

And what did you do
to get put in solitary?

The same as usual.

I stole a phone, misbehaved...

I was beginning to think
you were avoiding me, actually.

-Why would I avoid you?
-I don't know.

You tell me.

Maybe because you stained my shirt
on purpose?

I don't know. Could it be that?

You knew it all. Everything.

You knew about the escape and you knew
Zulema was going to involve me.

And it was perfect for you, wasn't it?

It was the perfect way
to get me back in prison.

-So here I am.
-Of course.

How the fuck did you work out
my super plan?

It was years in the making,
with the help of Forrest Gump.

You said it yourself,

that if I got out,
I wouldn't be with you anymore.

Well, here I am, all yours.
Are you happy now?

You must be really pleased.

You fucking crazy bitch.

Tell me one thing.
Have you been talking to Saray?

What's it got to do with Saray?

She got into your head.

Do you realize
how ridiculous all this sounds?

It pisses me off
that you'd think that about me.

That means you have no idea
how much I love you, or why.

And if you believe all that garbage,
it's best that we're not together.

-Very well. Bye.
-Bye, then.

Run faster, or you'll be last!

See how the kids are having fun?

It's the same for the grown-ups.
Let's mingle a bit.

You go ahead.

Let's make a toast
since he's got a drink in his hand.

Well, I want to propose
a very special toast.

I don't go for melancholy,
and much less for romance,

but I want to toast
the two most important women in my life.

Miranda, who takes care of my days.

-"Takes care..."
-What a task.

And my sweetie,
who takes care of my nights.

Listen to that. Who takes care of you?

-What's up?
-We need the second clue.

-The what?
-The third.

You haven't answered the first one yet.

Watch out, he's been drinking the wine.
We're still on the first.

I'm going to give you one clue.
Right now, this thing is very cold,

freezing cold.

These ones are fast.

Look, I don't want to give the game away,
but I think it's over there.

I could eat them, they're so adorable.

Palacete, believe me,
this is the true religion of Argentina.

It's not Maradona, or the Pope,
or Mafalda or anyone else.

The asado is the true religion
of Argentina.

-But especially for the women.
-Why do you say that?

Because they don't do anything.
They're like queens.

What nonsense.
There's the salad, the potatoes...

I get this at least once a month.

Yes, once a month.

-Do you like soccer?
-Love it.

There's plenty of meat for everyone.
It's ready.

Hi. How are you?

-It's Fabio, isn't it?
-Yes.

Thanks so much for coming.
I'm delighted you could make it.

-It's good to get together.
-Sure.

I love to meet my husband's colleagues

and put faces to names.
Then, we can chat about them.

Really, Carlos has spoken
very highly of you.

-Really?
-Yes.

Well, I don't know why.
I laid into him a few weeks ago.

You're joking, aren't you?

Not in the slightest.

Come on.

We're going to 222.

Come on.

Move it.

Inside.

Okay.

We've chosen a random cell
to simulate a search.

From now on,
you have the right and the duty

to search your friends' cells.

I'm training you just like hounds,
so you'll sniff out the foxes.

There's nothing in there.

What's so funny, junkie?

Sorry, Valbuena,

but inmates haven't hidden stuff
in mattresses for 20 years.

I'm sorry.

So, since you have a PhD in methadone,

-where would you search?
-I'm just saying, we're not stupid.

We wouldn't keep stuff in places
where the officers would search,

in the bed, or with clothes or books.

I said, "Where would you search?"
Not where wouldn't you search.

I don't know.

In the seal of the toilet,

in a loose brick,

in chair legs,
since they're usually hollow,

in the laundry carts.

We should put that back,
because this is just a drill.

What are you talking about?

I suppose he told you
he fell down the stairs.

But the truth is, he threw himself
down the stairs as a cover-up.

Do you know why he didn't report me?

Because I knew his secret.

Your husband had a losing hand.

He'd have gotten
around 11, maybe 15 years behind bars.

What secret?

Abusing inmates in his room.

Your husband is the most depraved
sexual pervert I've ever seen.

-He's a fucking psychopath.
-Could I have your attention, everyone?

Gather round, please.

First of all, thank you for coming by.
It's a huge pleasure.

Let's raise our glasses
for a very special toast.

Some of you already know,
but I want to make it public, so to speak.

So let's raise our glasses,
isn't that right, my love?

I want to announce

that my wife and I
are expecting our third child.

-We're creating quite a brood.
-Bravo!

-Congratulations!
-Congratulations!

Where is he?

I don't know.

You're Zulema's lawyer. Where is he?

I swear, I don't know.
I don't know.

Where is he?

599, go to number three.

Bambi.

I need you to call this number.

-I can't call now.
-I can't.

I have €5 left to call my mother.

Make the call now,

unless you want to drink your own urine
every morning.

When they pick up, just signal like this.
It'll take you five seconds. Go on.

Now do you know?

Were you expecting an important call?

No.

No one's going to call you now.

I'll ask you for the last time.

Where is Hanbal?

Ferreiro.

Ask Leopoldo Ferreiro.

Zulema handed the Egyptian over to him,

for six and a half million.

Hold on.

-Where is he?
-I don't know. I don't know.

No, please. I don't know.

Yes?

I need to see you.
There are some problems.

Zulema, I need to believe you.

Karim.

Tell me your lawyer is lying.

Say it, because I want to believe you.

Karim, Allah is great...

but he sometimes puts stones
in our path which we can't avoid.

Hanbal's mother still recalls
the months you spent in Abu Mingar.

What do I tell her now?

Tell her I'm sorry.

Say that I'm sorry.

I took you in when you were a child.

I gave you the family you didn't have.

I taught you everything you know.

You taught me to survive,
and that's what I do.

Survive.

Every day, Hanbal's body will become
more decomposed and disfigured.

I don't intend to bring my brother
a son he can't even recognize.

You can understand that, can't you?

But I don't know where he is.

I don't know where he is, Karim.

Zulema.

Zulema, I'm very sad...

because you're like a daughter to me.

But I have to avenge Hanbal.

And so be it.

If you'd wanted to kill me,

you'd have followed
the convoy and killed me then.

But you followed your heart...

and you killed them.

Allah protect us.

Allah protect us.

What do you think you're doing?

It's her mother,
she won't stop crying. Here.

Get out.

I said get out.

Mom...

Karim Al Said.

The fucking master of human trafficking.

According to the latest
estimates from Interpol,

he's moved over 50,000 immigrants
in the past year.

Mainly from Libya, Syria and Algeria.

He's abandoned other business interests,

such as express kidnapping
and hashish trafficking.

The business model is simple.
Karim buys an old fishing boat

and fills it with 270 refugees
who pay €2,000 for the passage.

That's half a million in profit
when you deduct fuel costs.

Not even cocaine, weapons

and human trafficking combined
generate as much profit.

Interpol have detected
Karim's presence in Spain,

and have applied to the courts,

so that he can be investigated
by a Spanish judge

separately from the Egyptian.

A female judge. Judge Lidia Osborne.

Lidia. I got here as quickly as I could.

-Is something wrong?
-No.

I have to go to France right away.

Why?

It's for work.

-Yes, but--
-It'll be good for me.

I have to coordinate the case
of an international criminal.

But why so suddenly?

There's an interlocutory hearing
at the high court.

I wanted to speak with you before leaving.

Of course.

Of course.

What is it?

Román.

There have only ever been two things
in my life that really mattered.

My daughter...

and you.

We will get the warrant to search
the Ferreiro home this afternoon.

Very good. Tell me, Jalapeño.

Who did you fuck to get into the police?

Spanish women don't like to fuck Mexicans.

We're seen as lowlifes, so it's not easy.

I'm not racist or anything, but...

you're a Latino
in the organized crime unit, nice work.

I take it your papers are in order?

When I got to Spain, the first thing I did
was sign up with the army.

It was the easiest way to get citizenship.

Then I did a degree in Criminology.

So you're a graduate?

Fuck me.

Our own Jalapeño, a graduate. Genius!

Jalapeño's a fucking genius!

You bitches will be shitting yourselves.

What the fuck? A towel covered in shit.

It's fucking disgusting!
Who did this? Who did this?

Show your face!

Fucking disgusting.

Fuck.

Disgusting.

Zule.

When you shot Casper--

I didn't shoot her, she committed suicide.

Well, when she committed suicide...

what if I'd been the one in the bathroom?

You don't betray family.

What are you doing?

You're getting it
on your finger, silly. Here.

Let me.

What do you think about Bambi?

They put her in Macarena's cell first,
then brought her here to us.

It's very strange.

Can't you keep still?
Are you cold or what?

It's the color.
I don't think it's for me.

I don't know what I would do
when I get out.

I don't know where I would go
the first day.

Or the second or third. I don't know...

I'm clean now, you know.

If I got high, I'd know where to go.
Otherwise, I don't know.

I've been in here a very long time.

There are people I would like to see,

but I fucked up too many times. I mean...

Too many. I couldn't call anyone.

What's up?

I'm sorry.

I've been an idiot.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me, I'm having a bad day.

I'm not playing hard to get.
It's just that I'm having a bad day.

All right, it's not a problem.

I killed a woman.

An inmate who was escaping with us.

González.

I headbutted her and...

I killed her.

So if I doubted you,
maybe we can blame it on...

some kind of temporary

mental derangement

or something like that.

Can't we?

Well, I'll have to kill someone now, too.

So we can be together.

Zulema, I was looking for you.

I have a phone card,
so you can call whenever you like.

I've also got tobacco, in case you smoke.

Do you want some?

I don't want any problems,
I just want to get along with you.

That's great. Here.
Tell me what you're doing here.

What are you in for?

I stole a car and it all went wrong.

I got nine years.

You got nine years for stealing a car?

Fuck, did it ever go wrong for you.

Why are you hanging around me?
Who sent you?

Karim?

-Did Karim send you to kill me?
-No. I haven't done anything.

What a load of shit!

Valbuena told me
you helped in finding these pills.

I actually didn't do much.

You helped, that's what matters.

-Right.
-And it's not the first time.

It was also you who reported Curly.

While the rest of the inmates
look the other way,

you help us.

I just do what I'm told.

I want to reward your loyalty, Tere.

I'm going to grant you a benefit.

A privilege inside the prison.

What would you like?

Excuse me, Governor.

I think a pat on the back
would more than suffice.

No.

Tere is a role model
for her fellow inmates.

I want all of them to know

that being on the side of the law
has its advantages.

And that whoever doesn't cooperate
will have a hard time.

Okay.

What would you like, Tere?

Like, anything I want?

-Are you okay?
-Go away, please.

I spend many days crying.

I know exactly how you feel.

This is horrible.

We get punched and kicked.

Like animals.

That's why we must stick together.

Otherwise, people like Zulema
will make our lives impossible.

-I didn't do anything to her.
-Of course you didn't.

I was just being nice, and she started
strangling me and shouting.

It's okay, love.

From now on, we stick together.

You and I are going to be good friends.

Here. Take this phone card
and call your mom.

She'll be pleased to hear from you.

That one costs €100.

Thank you, but I don't have the money.

Don't worry, pay me another time.

And I spoke to my lawyer.
He's agreed to defend you.

He thinks there's a good chance
you'll win the appeal.

Even though your crime was ugly.

Very ugly.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Wow, man!

Hey! You have 30 minutes.

Just a little, I don't drink.

-You have to drink a little.
-Come on, join us.

Girls, I owed you this.

Especially you, Curly.
They put you in the hole because of me.

-I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?
-Stop it. It wasn't your fault.

-Do you forgive me?
-You just take orders.

This ham is worth it.

Report me, too, Tere.

-Thank you.
-You like it?

-Hey, Tere.
-It's good.

What? Take more.

The governor said
you could ask for anything?

Whatever the hell you wanted?

-That's what she said.
-So you could have asked

for a car ride downtown?

Yeah, in a limo. Or on a Harley-Davidson.

You should've asked for a private visit
with Antonio Banderas.

Antonio Banderas was too busy.

Besides, I just don't feel
like having sex.

-What?
-Appetite comes with eating, girl.

So you asked for ham and wine.

-Yes. I asked for cured ham, good wine...
-It's not bad.

...and a nice place outside
to drink it with my friends.

-By "nice" I had something else in mind--
-Not nice.

-It's definitely not nice.
-Look.

God bless your pussy.
Even though it's cheap wine.

Listen. Let's raise our glasses to Sole.

-Yeah.
-To Sole.

-Come back soon.
-My girl.

-Come back to us, mami.
-She'll be all skinny.

-We need you.
-Right, she probably looks skinny.

She'll get all the conjugal visits.

I'm going to hit on her. Just saying...

-Have some more.
-I can't drink.

Come in.

If the vomiting continues,
come and see me.

We'll see if we can find a solution.

Blondie, I've had a setback
and I need your help.

You're kidding, right?

I wish.

My boyfriend's family
is trying to kill me,

after they cut off my left hand.

Congratulations. You earned it.

You're right, I had it coming.

I sold my boyfriend for €6 million.
The problem is who I sold him to.

Who did you sell him to?

To your father and brother.

And I'm told that...

they killed him and buried him.

It wasn't my intention for your wife
to end up in hospital,

but I'm not going to ask forgiveness.

It wasn't your intention?

What was your intention?
To break up my marriage?

My wife has refused to see me,

and right now, I don't even know
if she's lost the baby. Poor thing.

What do we do?

Treat the fetus as collateral damage
and make up?

I repeat, I didn't know
your wife was pregnant.

You could have reported me,

but you decided to sort things out
by punching me.

I invite you to my home,
and you turn up there like a bastard...

and destroy my family.

You're in the lead
when it comes to being a bastard.

Raping inmates under the cover
of your medical profession is unbeatable.

Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone, my friend.

That's a lie.

My father and brother
would never hurt anyone.

Now, Karim, Hanbal's uncle, is after them.

And he'll be after me next.

On March 28th at 11:00 a.m.,
your father and my lawyer met in a car.

The transaction only took two minutes.

That same morning...

they kidnapped him and killed him.

Yes, they did.

And now, your father's blissfully unaware

that there's a killer about to get him.

And let's not fool ourselves, Maca.

Killing me would be hard work,
as you well know,

but killing your family is much simpler.

Do you know what I think, Fabio?
You made a mistake with me.

If you thought that I was harmless,
you're very much mistaken.

So why don't we leave
our little differences aside?

Listen to me.

We'll make a deal.

What deal?

For every blow you give me,
I'll give you four.

Blows that really hurt.

The ones that hit the mark
and go straight to what you love.

We need outside help.

Your dad and brother
must find Karim and kill him,

before he finds them.

What I love the most?

What you don't know is
there's very little that I love right now.

Are you sure?

Did you think you could fuck with us
and get away with it?

One thing I can say for certain is...

that my blows
will be much harder than yours.

-Wait a minute.
-What's wrong?

-Are we waiting for the warrant?
-I don't give a shit about the warrant.

-What is it, Castillo?
-The armistice is over.

I'm at your home with a search warrant.

But there's no one here.

The garage door is always unlocked.

Yes, but I don't like to rummage around
in a friend's underwear drawer.

I can wait for you
and we can go in together.

No, you can go in. I have nothing to hide.

Thanks for calling.

Give me the phones.

-What's wrong?
-There's a warrant.

We can't use these numbers anymore.

Let's go.

Encarna, go and see your sister.

Make any excuse and tell her to buy
three prepaid phones with her ID.

Román, buy a file and scrub out
the serial number of the shotgun.

-Then throw it in the reservoir.
-No.

We'll bury it in the forest.
Who knows if we'll need it again.

The garage is unlocked.
I'm going to take a look.

Perfect.

They can't beat us.

Camilo!

For fuck's sake.

For fuck's sake!

Fuck!

Delta 4H50, send an ambulance urgently.

We have two officers wounded.
I repeat, two officers.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Listen.

Thanks for taking care of her.

Thank you.

You swear? You motherfucker!

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández