Locked Up (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Un cadáver en el maletero - full transcript

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Teenager. 16 years old.
Kidnapped in La Moraleja.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

-I need you on this case.
-Which case?

The one involving the teenager
who ran away from home?

That's the case you want to give me?

-Goodbye forever.
-You bastard!

Hanbal?

Tell me your lawyer is lying.

Allah protect us.

I won't ask you to avenge your nephew
because I know what you'll do.

You'll chase down and kill
whoever betrayed him.



Until they're all dead.

That much is true.

Where have you stashed
the three and a half million?

You know what women are like with money.

I get the picture. Cars, henchmen...

Let's say half a million.
That still leaves three.

We need outside help.

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

We'll make a deal.

A man called Karim is coming after you.

-He already did.
-What?

Three days ago,
he killed Castillo's partner.

-I swear to you, I didn't know anything.
-Swear? You bastard.

You need to disappear.
Get a camper van and leave.



Can you tell me what the hell
you're planning to do to Valbuena?

Kill him. He raped me.
No one will try him for all of that.

So, I'm going to do it.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

If we're going to kill that asshole,
we can't do it in the heat of the moment.

The most important thing
is not to get caught.

I don't know if I'll be able to protect
you and your family,

but I swear from this moment on,
I'll devote myself to it.

Listen, your dad and brother
were with the Egyptian when you escaped.

Castillo knows,
and he's going to arrest them shortly.

Dad, it's me.

Karim isn't the only one after you.

Román. Your father isn't coming back.

We need a car.

I've come to tell you
where the Egyptian is.

I killed him,

and I know where he's buried.

I need you to do something
that will benefit us both.

Become a sentinel.

You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not kidding.

Now that Tere's in solitary,
there's a free spot.

That idiot Valbuena has summoned
all the prisoners who want to apply.

I need you to be the next sentinel.

If you're so eager, why don't you do it?

Because they'd never pick me.

Not for that. Not even to pick up balls
and put them back.

But they might pick you.

Go on.

Why do you want me to be a sentinel?

It doesn't matter
how hard you train, Maca.

We're just waiting to die here.

Damned, just like your family.

Don't you feel
like those tragic cases on TV,

on their knees,
just waiting to have their throats cut?

Why don't they grab some dirt
and throw it in the killers' eyes?

And run like the wind? Fuck.

Maca, one in a million
is better than nothing.

-And what are our chances?
-Make a deal with Karim.

Buy our lives back.

Ferreiro, we've been walking
for more than half an hour,

and I'm getting sick and tired of this.

I hope you aren't messing with me.

I think I left the car over there.

You think?

At the station, you were very certain.

The Egyptian is buried
in the province of Ciudad Real,

on a hunting preserve.

I want the exact location.

Even if you've killed
the world's biggest son of a bitch,

you'll still serve the same sentence
as if you'd killed the king.

The coordinates match the signal
registered at the cell towers

in Los Ballesteros, Ciudad Real.

Great. How did you get there?

I entered the property...

and I drove, I don't know,
about 15 minutes down a gravel road.

PRIVATE
HUNTING PRESERVE

I think it was a hunting preserve.

I got out of the car
and I picked up a sawed-off shotgun.

I loaded two rounds.

I went to the rear side of the car,
took the Egyptian out of the trunk,

and made him walk maybe 500 feet.

I forced him to dig his own grave
and I killed him.

You're telling me
you did all that on your own?

-Who helped you?
-I've already told you, Castillo.

I killed and buried the Egyptian
without anyone's help.

I had him handcuffed
and dragged him with a rope

tied around his neck, like a dog.

You'll find all this in the grave.

Where is this grave exactly?

It's there.

That's where the Egyptian is buried.

We always say the same thing,
"Let's grab a drink with the newbie."

But then life gets in the way.
Everyone's busy, you know.

I prefer it this way. In a small group.

Around here, word is that
you're having a fling with an inmate.

Is that what they're saying?
Well, you've been misinformed.

Look, the fling lasted five seconds
and it was over.

And for five seconds, they've filed
a case against you and demoted you?

Was the inmate Ferreiro?

I heard she's innocent of the charges
filed against her. Is that right?

Yes, I think so.

Then, if they've labeled you
an inmate fucker,

filed a case against you
and you think she's innocent,

why don't you continue with the fling?
She'll be free one day.

I'll give your advice some thought.

Oh, my God, girl.

But why?

Sentences can be shortened
for good conduct.

And what's so bad about being a sentinel

and helping enforce the rules?
That's not so bad.

Enforcing the rules?
You're going to be a snitch!

You'll be Valbuena's pawn, don't you see?

Look, Macarena.
I want you to hear something.

I don't want anyone in my cell
being a sentinel.

You're going to get us in trouble.

You're keeping quiet. What do you think?

Me?

If she feels being a sentinel
is her calling, then let her.

Lights out.

But if she turns against us,

then we'll kill her.

-Kill her? I'll kill you!
-Hey, chill.

You asked, I answered.

Curly, please.

Oh, girl...

The people?

Valbuena is an idiot.

He'd probably electrocute himself
with a Taser just to see if it works.

-Miranda?
-A textbook victim.

Always waiting for the next son of a bitch
and the next problem.

And she looks like the type
who'd keep a dildo in her drawer.

Palacios?

He's batting for the other team
and he doesn't even know it.

He's probably in love with you.

-Fuck off.
-Yes. Seriously.

And Sandoval?

He's the smartest at the prison.

And the most shady.

Dangerous.

It seems you're not his biggest fan.

I don't think he'll invite me
to his next barbecue.

If you want to tell me something,
I'm trustworthy.

You're the only one
who came for beers with the newbie.

-You've won me over for life.
-There's nothing to tell.

Only that if you get the flu
and you go to his office,

staple your underwear to your ass.

I told his wife as much
when she was a few months pregnant,

and she was hospitalized
for a panic attack.

Anyway, I need to learn to count to three
before doing anything.

No.

You are who you are.
I'm the same as you.

Have you got yourself
into a lot of trouble?

Two years ago, in a demining drill,

I was pushing a type of wheelbarrow,

and the captain did the spoon to me.

The spoon?

-Do you know what that is?
-No.

Get up.

Act as if you're pushing a wheelbarrow,
like this...

That's the spoon.

I had two options.

Take him to a military court,

or crack his fucking face open
with the butt of a rifle.

And so I hit him.

There are rules that are really good,
but not all of them.

You need to know how to tell them apart.

Sometimes you've got to do
what you've got to do.

Move. I said move!

Give me that.

What the hell is this, Leopoldo?

I don't know.

What, the worms were too hungry

or did the Egyptian go for a walk
after making his bed?

Fucking hell!

You can't buy me with gifts.

What gifts?

All I'm saying is, I don't think
you being a sentinel is cool.

Everyone shut the hell up and go to sleep!

Curly, I need you to trust me.

It's a matter of life and death.

A matter of life and death?
And you didn't say?

Curly, I can't tell you.

Please, I need you to trust me.

Silence!

Yes?

-Don't get up.
-You want me to get up? Fine.

-No. I didn't say that.
-What? You told me to come up.

You've got a lot of nerve.

Girls, do you remember your dreams?

I remember only if blondie
forgets to rub me the right way.

-Is that so?
-Yes.

No dreams tonight, then.

-You don't want me to rub you?
-Stop, no. Stop.

Stop, okay?

-Sole, what do you dream about?
-This is the odd bit.

It's always the same.

I see the most beautiful
green meadow. Beautiful.

There's a gentle rain.
Ever so gentle, slow.

I don't know.

Maybe it's a childhood memory.

When it rains in my country,

the raindrops
are more like buckets of water.

No.

I've never seen rain like that.

Maybe it's from your donated heart?

-Obviously, possessing me.
-Shit, of course.

No, you've just seen
too many ghost movies.

Apart from the rain,
is there ham in your dreams, Sole?

Ham?

No. Why would there be ham?

Because I heard
they sometimes do pig transplants.

They're the closest animal to humans.

If I saw ham in my dreams,
I'd have seen you eating it.

-1-0 to Sole.
-Enough chitchat.

Soledad, I want you ready
first thing, okay?

The cardiologist is doing your checkup.

-All right.
-Palacios.

Why don't you sleep over?

Poor Sole is having nightmares,
and she needs a big bear hug.

Or a pig hug.

First-class meat
First-class meat

You've got a cheek.

Anabel is made of
First-class meat

-Shut up.
-Hey!

Go to sleep.

All right.

I want you to look for any scrap of proof.

A hair, a drop of blood, falafel crumbs
or a broken pinkie nail. Anything.

-Have you searched the area properly?
-We're on it.

HYDROCHLORIC ACID

Thank you.

Captain.

Can we get any security camera footage?

-Yes. I'll speak to my team.
-Thanks.

Castillo, you need to see this.

What the fuck is that?

Given the humidity and rugosity,
this plastic is less than 24 hours old.

Hey.

Let me help you.

It's hard with handcuffs on.

Thanks.

What happened last night?

You got up at 4:00 or 5:00 a.m.
to look under the bed.

I saw you.

A noise woke me up.
Like electrical interference.

-I think they've bugged us.
-Who?

Castillo, Karim...
What do I know? I'm going nuts.

Shit.

Fuck, Zulema. That's disgusting.

-Your teeth have gone to shit.
-No, my gums. And my arms.

-Sandoval says it's psychosomatic.
-Okay.

Why were you talking to Macarena
in the gym yesterday?

You're a pain.
I was building bridges. I need her.

-For now.
-I don't need to tell you this,

but be careful.
You can't trust her, and you know it.

-She played us. She could do it again.
-I know.

-Shit!
-Fuck!

-What's up?
-What's your problem?

Why did you give me moisturizer?

What moisturizer?

I'm just saying,
don't go talking shit out there,

-trying to split up me and Maca.
-Leave it.

-Like I sent her on the run.
-Leave it, Curly. I believe you.

No, we're going to sort this out
once and for all.

Because this crazy bitch is going to try
anything to separate us.

To fuck up what we've got.
And I can't be bothered.

-To fuck it up?
-Great, start the match.

Fuck it up for you? And I'm the crazy one?

Don't like it, do you?

Estefanía, I'm crazy for you.
Because I love you.

I might escape from this shithole,
but the only thing I'd do outside

is not stop thinking about you.

I'd come back to break you out
and take you anywhere in the world.

And this white bitch?
What's she thinking about?

Not you.

She just wants to escape
and screw us over.

She's only worried
about getting charged with murder.

That will happen.

What the hell do you know
about my thoughts?

You don't have a clue
about loving someone.

I don't know about love
and this white bitch does?

She's not even a lesbian.
She doesn't love you.

She doesn't love you.
She's with you out of circumstance.

-Because it suits her.
-What circumstance?

Shut up!

I truly love you.

And what would she do with you?
Steal cars?

Steal cars, get wasted all night,
sell underwear at the market all day?

That's a low blow
for ethnic minorities. Ugly.

Shut the hell up!

Why don't you?
And don't tell me to shut up.

Hey!

What's going on?

Nothing. Just old friends
reminiscing about a trip to Morocco.

Eat your breakfast. And do it silently.

Those who fight last the night.

I know. Let's throw him in a reservoir.

Your dad says that corpses
always end up floating.

I'll tie rocks to his neck,

but we can't leave a corpse
decomposing in the trunk of the car.

-What if we burn it?
-Where?

Where are we going to burn it, Mom?
And the teeth always remain. Shit!

Don't shout at me, Román.
Don't ever shout at me.

What if we pull his teeth out?

You don't need to worry.

The hematocrit level
and tacrolimus content are correct.

I see.

Doctor, one question.

I never used to remember my dreams,
and now I do.

It seems so strange.

Well, before your levels were minimal.

You were at 30%.

That's why you didn't
remember your dreams.

That results in extreme exhaustion.
But now, your level is at 85%.

Very good.

One moment,
I'll just get your prescription.

Excuse me.

Yes? I'm just finishing appointments
at the prison.

No, I can be there in around an hour.

Palacios, isn't the doctor pretty?

-And she's well-educated.
-Soledad, please. That's enough.

I've been telling you
I don't need a girlfriend.

I'm fine on my own.

No one likes being alone.

Whoever says they do only says so
because they're still looking.

Or worse, they haven't even looked.

Sintrom, digoxin and naproxen.

So, the green ones are for the morning...

DONOR'S RELATIVES' PHONE NUMBER

...and the white ones, twice a day.

And these, three times a day.

-These?
-Yes.

If you have any doubts,
ask at the next checkup.

I'll call you?

Yes, my number's on the report.

-Okay.
-Call me, and--

-What's your name?
-Lucía.

-Antonio.
-Okay.

-A pleasure. We weren't introduced.
-No.

We've examined about 300 cubic feet
of ground under the microscope.

We haven't found a thing.

No hair, nail, organic remains...
Everything wiped clean.

Except this.

How is it possible
that the shotgun slugs are clean?

Someone poured
five jugs of hydrochloric acid

over the crime scene.

Whoever took the Egyptian's corpse,
if it was there, they were professionals.

No plant life will grow
in that area for the next 20 years.

We have no body or proof,
or any evidence to present to the judge.

I told you that Leopoldo and I
once worked together on a couple of cases.

We were friends.

My name is Leopoldo Ferreiro,

and I confess to the murder
of Hanbal Hamadi, the Egyptian.

As I see it, it's illogical for him
to confess to a murder without a corpse.

What are your theories?

The first one is that Ferreiro wants us
to believe that the Egyptian is dead.

They both agreed to disappear,

so perhaps they fabricated
all of this to deceive us.

Even Jalapeño's death
could be a smoke screen,

to make us think
they were shooting at the Ferreiros.

It's a twisted plan,
but a plan nonetheless.

The second theory:
someone has taken the corpse,

and Leopoldo doesn't know about it.

Karim, his depressed wife,
his son the registrar, I don't know.

In all honesty, Ferreiro looked surprised
when no corpse was found.

The third theory...

Are you taking notes?

-Yes, sir.
-Well, write.

The third theory

is that I don't have a fucking clue
what the third theory is.

We're going to follow all possible leads.

We're going to expedite the 72 hours
of custody incommunicado,

and we're going to catch Ferreiro
contradicting himself. Understood?

All right, get to it then.

Is there any chance
that he survived the gunshot?

I shot him at point-blank range.
Two shots to the chest with a .12 caliber.

There is no chance
that he got out of that hole alive.

I killed him.

Here I am, my heart beating.

You see life differently, you know?

Back home, in my bed,
tucked in, with my friends...

I missed them so much.

The treatment's a bitch, what can I say?
I have to take so many pills.

If you were to shake me, I'd rattle.

Six pills in the morning, six at night.
Four at midday. It's not easy.

I have to lose weight. There's too much.

How am I going to lose that
with no effort?

They say I have to reduce my waistline.
I haven't had a waist in a long time.

I have to walk slowly on the treadmill.

If I walk slowly,
I'm not going to lose 30 kilos.

If I rush, my heart speeds up, so...

And this one,
preparing my meals, honestly...

All fresh fruits...

And I just want to eat some toast
with a ton of butter on it.

Forget that, you can't.
Give me a kiss, you're the best.

This one is so sly.
She's after something. It's obvious.

Tere's post as a sentinel is vacant.

When she leaves solitary,
we're not going to trust someone

who shits herself.

So, you're the candidates.

I've been looking at your CVs.

I have the whole package.

Whore, junkie...

thief.

Honestly, I wouldn't let any of you
walk my dog.

Contacting Karim is impossible.

He's got no phone number, no address.

An international terrorist does that
so they don't get caught.

But I still have an address
from when he was in Oman.

It was how he got in touch
with his sister.

-That's it.
-There's no other way?

Because there's no way I'll be a sentinel.

I want to be a sentinel
because I want prison benefits.

But above all, because I feel I'm ready.
I can do it properly.

-I have a degree in economics.
-Economics?

You're overqualified for the post.

You. The job's yours.

-No. Valbuena, please.
-Get lost. It's over.

Valbuena, please, I would do it well!

You have to sign this.

Maybe I'm sticking my nose in,
but the sentinel you just chose...

What?

The prisoners in block C say
she snorts everything,

even dishwasher detergent.

She'll screw it up.

In that group
none of them are squeaky clean.

Well, maybe Macarena.

Because she eats you out at night?

Does it bother you that we've got a thing?

I might as well tell you
that what I've got with her won't last.

You smell nice.

You're wearing my gift.

The moisturizer. Do you like it?

Yes.

Who knows...

maybe one day,
we'll have a conjugal visit.

Can you imagine?

Ferreiro, change of plan. You start now.

-What about me?
-Get the hell out of here.

You didn't even pass the test
for one minute.

Go on, get the hell out of here.

Are you serious? What's wrong with you?

What do you make of that?

My girlfriend cheating
right under my nose.

I'm going to speak to Carolina,
see if we can fix things.

Do you hear yourself?

Sometimes, I don't know
what the hell you're thinking.

I'm going to tell you something.

When the prisoners escaped
and left me in that hole for 11 hours,

tied up like a dog,

bleeding to death,
in and out of consciousness...

I knew I was going to die.

So...

when I got out alive,

I swore I'd be at peace with myself.

And when I saw you, my friend,

the biggest problem
wasn't that I was about to die,

but that I'd left my wife.

It's just that...

Fabio, you keep throwing me off.

I don't know what to do with you.
I don't know who you are.

One day, you beat up a colleague,

the next you're involved with a prisoner
and you don't say a word.

-I'm sorry.
-No, I don't know who you are.

For me, there are two types of friends,
you know?

Some throw their hands up in despair

if you call to say
you killed some bastard.

Others turn up with a shovel.

I'm one of the ones with a shovel.

Which are you?

All right, Mom.

We'll wait until it gets dark
and then drive up to the mountains.

Somewhere remote,
like the mountains of Toledo,

and we'll bury him.

We'll bury him. All right?

Even if we have to dig all night.

Will that make the corpse disappear?

No.

Does it stop an animal from digging it up?

No.

I wish your dad was here.

Given his ample experience
in getting rid of bodies, of course.

Whatever we do, Román,
the body has to disappear forever.

Your dad's freedom depends on it.

Let's get some more bottles of acid.
It's the only way.

Anabel, I need to talk to you.

-What, Zulema?
-Fuck.

Such manners. We're talking.

Save it for another time. Come on, out.

I need you to get me two things.

Toothpaste? Those gums are gross.

A cell phone.

And a microphone detector.

My pussy's pretty big,
but the spy shop won't fit in there, love.

So ladylike.

The microphone detector
is the size of a small flashlight.

That won't be cheap.

I escaped all the way to Morocco,
I can treat myself.

Ten for the commissary...

seven for the providers...

Tax... 22.

Some expenses...

€10,000. As soon as you pay,
you'll get it all.

Done. Expenses on my account.

Make sure you get it all.

Zulema, we're big girls now.
Don't make me explain the rules.

You come here interrupting business,

asking for stupid stuff
that you can't afford,

forcing me to look at your face
with that mouth that stinks like a drain.

Let's be honest.

We all know you've got no one.

You're alone, and out there,
they're just waiting to kill you.

You're the worst possible choice
for a loan shark.

I've got the money.
What the hell do you want in return?

I don't want anything from you.

But many girls in here do.

And their happiness...

is my happiness, too.

It's so very weird.

I feel like there's something inside me
that's foreign.

I want to know all about that person.
What was their last feeling?

Their fears... Were they happy?

Hold their hands. Give them a hug.

I wish I had the opportunity
to thank them.

I don't know, if a relative discovered

that their heart
is giving life to a criminal,

a person who has killed two human beings,

-maybe they'd spit in my face.
-Look.

-Jesus, what a shock.
-They might not like your accent.

Unless they tell you to give it back,
they can say what they want.

You deserve that heart.

-No one more deserving than you.
-Look at my girls.

So wonderful. I didn't know
they loved me so much.

Hello? Good afternoon.

Who am I speaking to?

Hello, Fernando.

Look, this call
might seem a bit strange, but...

Did you lose a family member recently?

Your wife.

I wanted to tell you
I have your wife's heart.

I mean, I'm wearing it.

So you're one of Valbuena's girls now?

You should read adventure books.
They help you to escape.

Finish up,
we're closing the library early.

We're doing inventory. Come on.

Your dad has confessed
to the Egyptian's murder.

-What?
-Keep reading.

Last night, they took him
to dig up the corpse,

but there wasn't one.

-Someone had taken it.
-What?

Keep reading.

A colleague at Homicide told me.

-Do you know who could have done it?
-No.

My mom and brother?

That's what I fear.

And aren't you going to report it?

Fuck. But what the fuck
are they going to do with a corpse?

Well, I don't know,
considering the state of decomposition.

I imagine that they'll try to avoid
dismembering it.

They are sinking little by little...

up to their necks.

They are sinking, and once they realize,
it'll be too late to get out.

They're going to end up in prison
one by one,

and I won't be able to do anything.
I won't.

They're going to get more years than me.

The funniest thing is
there was a moment when I believed...

everything was going to be resolved.

The judge was going to review my case.
I was going to walk free.

And we would go back
to being a normal family...

with normal problems.

But no.

Are you taking Moby Dick
or The Count of Monte Cristo?

Moby Dick.

Hey, I have a question.

Do you know the best way
to dispose of a corpse?

Hello.

Well, this is something, isn't it?

The woman with your wife's heart
calls you up,

and asks you here,

to a prison. Complicated, isn't it?

Well, yes. You're right.

I know that everything I did was illegal.

Looking at the medical report,
calling you...

In the hospital...

they told us the donor's identity
was kept secret.

Of course, yes. I know.

This is not easy, honestly.
This is not easy. Look.

I can't stop thinking about your wife.

A little bit of her is inside me.

That little piece is so important
that it's given me a chance to live again.

And I had to thank you. Truly.

You have given me new life.

Well, never mind.

That was all.

You can go now if you like...

and I promise I won't call again.

What would you like to know about my wife?

Everything. I want to know everything.

But first, I want to tell you
a little about me, you know?

Because, well, I'm not here
because I stole some candy.

I burnt my husband alive.

Do you understand?

But...

I think I can be a better person,
with your wife's heart.

-There's one other--
-My wife...

She was a bitch.

Sorry?

They're only giving back
what you gave to them.

It's very kind and generous of you.

So you'll be at peace with everyone.

The cuckoo sings gaily

He took away the fear

The cuckoo sings gaily

He took away the fear

Cuckoo

Come on!

Fucking pig.

Come on!

Tell me something
that doesn't make me feel stupid

every time I go to pee
and look in the mirror.

I'm sitting here telling you
that I killed a man,

and that's not enough for you.

You have shotgun slugs.
You have a confession. A hole.

-Evidence. What more do you want?
-Nothing.

Just a minor detail.
Where the hell is the body?

Fuck. It's Lidia.

-What do I do? Should I answer?
-Answer.

Hello, darling. How's France?
How's the investigation going?

I'm here. I'm at the airport.
Come and pick me up.

I can't right now, my love. I'm...

I'm taking my mom shopping.

Lidia?

The Egyptian killed
my daughter in front of you.

You were following them.

You saw it all
and didn't tell me anything.

Come right now or I'll talk to the police.

The phone.

Karim's going to call it.

What happened?

I smoothed over some issues from the past.

Who did that to you?

There'll be time to hit back.

You're on duty. Don't mess up.

It's hard to think
that there are people like that.

She made life difficult for years.
For me, for my daughters.

She destroyed the family on a whim,

she mortified us, she...

It's awful to say, but...

We almost breathed a sigh of relief
when we heard about the accident.

Is that terrible?

I'm glad...

that finally, her heart
is going to do something good.

Yes.

At least you did something good with her.

The only thing I could've done
with my husband

was donate him to a grill house.

Time's up.

At least we had time
for some good psychotherapy.

Thank you so much.

-Yes.
-Really.

I'm sorry if what I told you
about her has affected you.

No. No.

It's fine.

Look at us.

We've got a knack
for choosing a partner, haven't we?

Thank you, once again.

And goodbye.

Excuse me, one second.

Would you mind if we met again?

Are you asking for a date?

If that's okay?

That's okay.

Four, two.

Carlota.

Can I ask you a favor?

Yesterday, I had your balls in my hand.

I don't see why not.

I need you to cover my shift today.

And I need you to do so
without asking questions.

Let's see the crime reports.

Julia, the one in 220,
deals in phone cards.

-I think she steals them.
-Julia.

-Yes.
-Continue.

And in the chapel, under a bench,

there were six joints.
They were stuck on with tape.

I don't know who left them,
but I'll keep a lookout.

Very good.

Ana María sells herself in her cell.

She keeps the money in her toiletry bag.

Ana María...

Ana María.

Some prisoners aren't returning books
to the library on time.

Do you have a list of offenders?

Do you think I'm stupid?

That's why you want to be a sentinel?

Tell me about something real,

or I'll punch you as far as the infirmary,
right this second.

And it better be something
I can check out immediately.

Anabel.

Who?

Come here. What?

Anabel hides drugs
in bottles of conditioner.

-Calm down.
-Let me go.

Look at me.

Good.

Maybe we'll even come to an understanding.

I'm going to check.

It had better be true, for your sake.

Watch her.
She doesn't leave until I'm back.

We need you to be a sentinel
and get into Valbuena's office.

His computer.

How's it going, Anabel?

-All good?
-All good.

May I help you?

Well, to be honest, yes.

I've noticed there's been
a lot of static electricity here lately,

and my hair's gone frizzy.

Do you have some conditioner around here,

or a mask for my hair?

CREATE AN ACCOUNT

You just have to get online
and open a new e-mail account.

And hurry.

Because the officers' PCs lock
every five minutes.

FULL NAME
Lucía Pérez Figueroa

USERNAME - laufey90
PASSWORD

Ta-da.

DATE OF BIRTH
10/11/75

Who snitched?

My little birds.

PHONE NUMBER

You're going to the hole, for a long time.

-Let's go.
-No, wait. One second.

-A question, and I don't mean to offend.
-Go on.

What does an officer like you earn?
1,800?

2,000 a month with overtime?

-Certainly more than a prisoner.
-Well...

that depends on the prisoner.

What Karim doesn't know
is that I still have €3 million

hidden in Morocco.
That's our bargaining chip.

NEW MESSAGE
TO:

I can triple your wage...

by the end of the month.

Don't be a smartass with me, Anabel.

Come on, Valbuena.
I've got my own little birds.

I know you were getting
some extra payments

and they fucked you over.

That won't happen to you
if we do business.

Once you've made the account,
you need to write:

"Hi, Karim. It's Zulema.
I have something that may interest you."

"...interest you."

"More than our lives, perhaps.

Call this number."

SENDING...

Shit.

Today's your lucky day.

We're going to get along very well.

Now get out.

-You want me to tell you something new?
-Yes. That's right.

Because, generally,
someone who repeatedly says

that they are a murderer,
turns out not to be.

Do you want me to tell you
how someone feels

when you put a gun in their mouth
so that they confess to a crime?

So that they say they killed
and buried someone,

and dragged them along like a dog?

Are you telling me

that the Egyptian is still alive?

We're going to let Mr. Ferreiro leave
due to a lack of evidence.

Inform Judge Andrade and a relative,

and bring his personal belongings.

They killed my daughter in front of you,

in front of your dad,
and you haven't told me anything.

Karim killed a policeman in your house
while they were waiting to kill you.

Your dad has confessed
to killing and burying the Egyptian,

and you haven't told me anything.

I call you up and you tell me
that you're out shopping with your mom.

I can tell you when and why
I started lying to you.

When the people harassing my sister
threatened to kill us for €9 million.

After that, I continued lying to you.

I continued while we tried
everything we could to escape hell.

And that bastard ran over Lucía.

I lied to you, Lidia...

in order to avoid causing you more pain.

One always expects a judge
to know what to do...

to do the right thing.

But I don't know what to do with you.
I don't know what to do with all this.

Tell me something, Román.
Did you ever put my daughter in danger?

-Knowingly?
-No.

My pain will never be
as heart wrenching as yours...

but it was enough to drive me
to murder your daughter's killer.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Take me home.

-Hey, gorgeous.
-Hi.

Watch it, I'll end up totally naked.

Have you heard about Anabel?

Valbuena found her stuff.

-She's going straight down.
-How?

-Someone must have squealed.
-I wonder who.

Hey, get off.

Hey, what's wrong with you?
You've been like this for ages.

-Nothing's wrong with me.
-Yes, it is. You tell me "hands off,"

and then you discuss a conjugal visit
with Valbuena. What's going on?

Jealousy is an ugly thing, isn't it?

A conjugal visit with Valbuena?

Still on about that, girl?

Sole, it was a joke. So shut up.

-I won't.
-Yes.

No, I won't shut up.
Do you think I'm an asshole?

You're seducing him to get revenge.

-Shut up! Mind your own business!
-I said I'd take care of it.

-Shut up.
-I won't shut up.

-Listen!
-Shut up now.

-Mind your own business.
-I told you.

-I won't!
-Yes!

Do you want another 20 years
for killing a rapist?

Is that true?

Curly.

Curly. Curly.

Valbuena...

raped you?

Yes, he raped her.

He did. And he put her in solitary
so she couldn't talk.

And he hosed her down
so there wouldn't be any proof.

This needs to be reported.

Leopoldo. I've come to collect you.
Let's go.

Are you here to pick up
your father-in-law?

I'm a family friend.

Leopoldo, wait outside for a minute.

There, you have him.

Leopoldo Ferreiro,

with that harmless face, has killed a man,

tortured and buried him.

Now, I don't fully know why,
but he also dug him up.

-Yeah? Are you sure about that?
-He confessed it himself.

That's why you're letting him walk, right?

Instead of looking for the bastard
who pulled the trigger,

you're hunting the Ferreiros.
And when a Ferreiro gets killed,

you'll end up in a loony bin
for doing your job like an ass.

Like an ass? My job
is to go after murderers like Leopoldo.

And if he is? So what?

If I can kill fucking bin Laden
before he walks in and kills five people,

I'll pull the trigger.

-I'm not waiting for the order.
-Frankly, I don't understand.

If you continue hunting the Ferreiros,
you'll end up finding me.

Try putting me before a judge
and accusing me of the same thing as them.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

The fucking human shield?

Idiot!

-Castillo.
-What?

The tracking device has been activated
on Ferreiro's car.

-Anything else?
-The missing girl.

Her family has just received
a ransom demand.

-The kidnapping has been confirmed.
-For fuck's sake.

Where is the Egyptian's body?

I don't know.

I'm going to speak to the governor

and to the prison board.
This can't go unpunished.

I won't stop until that bastard's in jail.

He'll get 10, 12, 14 years for rape
and abuse of power.

We can't make decisions when we're angry.

Take her away!

I need help in the cafeteria. Send backup.

Valbuena is down.
I repeat, Valbuena is down.

Good afternoon.

You left the airport without security.

I'm sorry. It was a mistake
due to a personal matter.

It won't happen again. I'm sorry.

This is my fiancé and his mom.
Everything is fine.

Okay.

Open the door.

What was all of that?

They've provided security for the case.

As you well know,
I'm now leading the Karim investigation.

The Syrian.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Wow. You've changed.

Where did you leave your loafers?

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández