Locked Up (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Pillarse los dedos - full transcript

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

You must convince your brother
to go looking for it.

I'll break you out.

What did you say to Maca?

-I told her we'd escape together.
-You're joking!

She needs something to keep her going.

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

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

The poor girl was unlucky.

She came face-to-face with the Munsters.



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

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

-In you go.
-Are you kidding?

First Bambi, and now these two half-wits.

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

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

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

The son of a bitch had dug out
a tunnel below the house.

Help!

Maybe the girl ran away from home.

It could be anything.

Don't you think it's possible that
you're wrong about us, Inspector?

I've noticed you get along well
with Susie.

You have a daughter?



She trusts you.

And I need to know

where Susie's hiding her hostage.

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

Be wary of Zulema.

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

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

I truly love you.

You don't have a clue
about loving someone.

Yes, he raped her. He did.

You're crazy.

Crazy, but crazy for you.

Because I love you.

I need you.

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

Tell me the truth.

All the mistakes I've made in my life

are because I tried to be the person
my father wanted me to be,

but I can't be her. I don't want to be.

So what are you going to do?

Every person making my life more difficult
is going to be dealt with.

She's etched my name into her forearm,
and she shows me every time I see her.

You're making a very serious allegation.

I need you to show me your forearm.

Take her to solitary.

A mother's bond with her child is sacred.

Where is she, Susana?

-Tell me.
-She's dead!

How can you take me to her?

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

betray me and do it without me.

Attention. All inmates in cell block 2,
proceed to the showers.

I repeat. All inmates in cell block 2,
proceed to the showers.

CONTEMPORARY PSYCHOLOGY
INTEGRATIVE PSYCHOLOGY

Good hygiene
and correct use of the amenities

is everyone's responsibility.

A ten-minute shower
uses 200 liters of water.

Please help to reduce water consumption.

Zulema.

Remember what I told you
when I put Marquina in your cell?

No, boss. Everyone here talks too much.

Right.

I told you that if you hurt
any of the other inmates...

I was going to shove your head
in a toilet for 15 minutes.

Stapling your cellmate's eyelids open
was exactly what I meant.

Okay, I get it.

I get it. Congratulations.

Fabio! Don't do it! Fabio, let her go!

Let her go! Please, get off her!

Fabio, you promised me the other day
you'd get me out of here.

If you kill her,
we'll never find the money.

Please. Let her go. Please.

Fabio. Fabio, you promised.

You promised we'd run away together.

Keep your word.

We need her alive.

I'm not putting my head in there again.
It's covered in shit.

Thank you.

Welcome to the club...

for those who want to escape at all costs.

Shoot!

-Yes!
-Nice!

-Come on, cards.
-It's coming, I can feel it.

Suckers.

-What do you want?
-Hey. Hey!

You know who's gonna win.
Your favorite mulatta.

-What have you ladies got?
-Here's what I have.

-What a shitty hand.
-That crap?

I bet my two cigarettes
and the tampon I'm using.

-You're disgusting!
-No!

-You think I marinate it just for flavor?
-Shameless.

-I'll see you and raise you a chocolate.
-You're disgusting.

Done.

I'll see you, plus a dose of methadone.

-No.
-You can't bet methadone.

-It's fine, I'm clean.
-You can't bet that.

-I bet my methadone.
-No, Tere.

-Fucking hurry up!
-No.

Let her bet her methadone
and let's finish the game.

All right, my dear.

Let's see your cards.

-Here's my hand. Cough it up.
-There.

My full house beats both of you.

Show me the money!

I had three aces.
Can I have a smoke?

Only because it's you.

-I trashed you.
-You get so fucking lucky.

I'm lucky with cards, but in love...

A little birdie said your man is coming
to sate his appetite and eat some pussy.

-Oh, yes!
-I'll tell you something.

If I'm too nervous or whatever to climax,
I'm going to fake it.

-No, don't!
-No.

-I am. Everyone does it.
-Honestly, don't.

That's looks terrible, don't fake it.

It'll be a letdown.

Poor thing.

That Anabel is one sneaky bitch.

-That's not news.
-Is she still in solitary?

I'm missing a card.

I've just realized
why she loves that bird so much.

It's not a pet.

It's a drug mule.
That's smart.

No packages up the ass.
A bird, unbelievable.

She's as smart as she is a bitch.

Don't even think about stealing the thing.

Anabel would cut our nipples off
and make earrings out of them.

-I'm not that stupid.
-Me neither.

She has no way of finding out.
She's in solitary, remember?

Girls, if we do this right,
Anabel will never find out.

And anyway, birds have
a lot of natural predators.

They're always on Channel 2 documentaries.

Eagles, weasels...
Lots of animals gobble them up.

-It's true.
-Tere's right.

How much could we make
from what it's carrying?

Maybe 3,000?

Maybe 4,000 if it's cut well.
We'll split it four ways.

I'm out.

I've got a deal with God, a new heart,
and I'm not going to mess it up.

Anyway, Fernando is visiting me tomorrow.

I'm not going to fuck my life up
over this shit.

-No way.
-Well, I'm in.

My kids are on the street stealing copper.
I'm in.

Fine, you're in.

Curly, you're out, too, right?

I need the money
and I need it now, so I'm in.

Okay.

And I want to get my teeth done.

Being a junkie is different
from resembling one.

-Look, she likes you, Tere.
-Bless her.

She's a beauty.

"Some people's self-esteem suffers
and their insecurity...

results in a hopeless
and unbridled dependency

on the dominant partner.

It's vital that this cycle be broken,

however brutally,

so that the individual can start afresh."

Looking for me?

"Introduction to the Psychology
of Self-Esteem and Confidence."

You're into psychology now, are you?

What?

Not exactly.

I'm interested in the same thing you are.
Getting out of here.

-This book is going to tell you how?
-No.

My cellmate Susana is going to help me.
She just doesn't know it yet.

-Do you know why she's in here?
-I've heard things.

She and her husband have been accused
of kidnapping a girl.

No! No!

What does that have to do with me?

I think she knows
where the kidnapped girl is.

If I gain her trust, and she tells me...

that's my ticket.

Ticket to what?

My ticket to freedom.

And you need my help.

This morning,

when I was snorkeling in the toilet,

I overheard...

yours and Fabio's beautiful love story.

That's none of your business.

How is he in bed?

I bet he's a stud, isn't he?

Did you ask me here
to talk about your fantasies?

And the money.

The money you need to escape with.

I can already see it.

The two of you with the wind in your hair,
moving from motel to motel. Nice.

I loved the story so much

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

I see.

But aren't you all alone?

I thought you had no one left.

You once told me the difference between us

was that you had nothing to lose.

Guess what, Zulema?

Now, we're the same.

Two million for me, one million for you.

That's my girl.

One and a half million each.

That's only fair, don't you think?

Now that we're both orphans
and both have our bodies here

and our minds elsewhere.

Where's the money?

A leap of faith. The money is in Morocco.

You can send someone to get it.

You need to earn
the exact location, though.

Tell me about this secret plan...

and what it is you want from me.

Román, I shouldn't ask,

but you're the only person I can trust.

I'm the only person you've got left,

and our lives aren't so different.

I sleep in my camper van,
always looking out of the windows,

watching, in case
a hit man comes to shoot me.

After Lucía's death, and Mom and Dad's,

I don't feel pain anymore.

All that we've been through
can't have been for nothing.

So, I have two choices.

Give up or make sure you get out of there.

I'll go to Morocco,
and I'll get you that money.

You're going to get a write-up.

Both of you are going to get
a write-up, you hear me?

A write-up for both of them.

Hello.

There's going to be a talk in the gym

because we're going to establish
a lesbian inmates' association.

I think it'll interest you
now that you're one of us, right?

I'm not part of any group.
I'm with Curly, and that's it.

I'm not interested in
any kind of association or movement.

Fine.

In a different life, I think
you and I would've gotten along.

Or we would've had sex one foolish Sunday.

You would've needed to really drug me.

I don't like big women,
hoodlums or crazy ones.

You're not gonna make me angry.
I come in peace.

Okay.

I've come to talk.

You know that...

I'm crazy about Curly.

And I couldn't love her any more
because it would hurt.

This dyke association thing
doesn't interest me.

I just want to sit with Curly
for half an hour

to make my day better.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I don't understand
why you're with her.

How far do you want to take it with Curly?

Because you aren't comfortable.

It's not in my nature.

No, you like beefcake.

What do you want?
For me to offer you Curly?

No, man. If you want, we can share her.

You can have her every other day.

If she comes to you with trembling legs,

you'll have to accept
that she was with me earlier.

Well, well. What is this?

You two talking
without hitting each other?

No razors, no pulling each other's hair?

It's this one.

We're going to have a threesome
and I'm the last to find out?

-We're having a serious conversation.
-You got us.

-Really? About what?
-Yes.

Cruz del Sur's Lesbian Association.

-What?
-Take it.

Sorry.

There's a meeting this afternoon
and everything.

Sandoval says the wounds aren't serious.

The staples only hit some muscle tissue.

In any case, he's recommending
a full checkup at the hospital.

On what grounds?

Maybe on the grounds that
your eyelids were stapled? Calm down.

I don't need your permission
to continue this operation.

You'll need it because your block
is under my supervision.

-A girl could die.
-She can't...

Both of you, calm down.

Fabio's right.

There's no time
to get anyone as close as I am.

I'm going back in.

Then Zulema goes to solitary.

She'll think I've reported her.
That's what all the inmates will think.

Then I would be in danger.

It's better for me not to report her.

She can't hurt you
while she's in solitary.

She's not that powerful anymore.

Jesus.

What am I doing talking
to a prison officer about an operation?

My God.

Castillo, Zulema caught me
going through Susana's things.

She thinks I'm up to something,
but I can get her back under control.

Bullshit.

I'm so close to gaining Susana's trust.

-Helena, we've got nothing.
-Yes, we do.

She told me about a child she lost.

A baby?

First I've heard of it.

There's no baby in the police report.

She probably never filed it
at the Registry Office.

-It was a year old.
-I'll look into it.

Come on, Castillo.

You know Zulema.
Today she's stapling eyelids,

tomorrow you might turn up
in a washing machine

or many washing machines.

First, hospital.

You can return after that.

-Got it?
-Come on, Castillo.

Got it?

Yes.

Fabio, a favor.

Take her to the hospital
as a standard assault victim transfer.

Tonight, without arousing suspicion.

When you're young, you think
that life will work out, don't you?

I was a nuisance.
I didn't want to try anything.

And then, as an adult,
I wanted to try everything.

MDMA, cocaine, joints, LSD...
I put everything in my mouth.

Now I think, "How disgusting."

What the fuck is that, Tere?

It's Afghan heroin.
It's the caviar of heroin.

-Nice and brown, like me.
-Is it worth a lot?

Wow, this stuff's uncut.

Jesus, you're like a drugs professor.

Okay, this is the plan, right?

-Quiet.
-All right.

This is the plan.
I'll give some to Reme for her people.

-There's not that many of them, Curly.
-Okay.

We'll sell as a small group
in the showers and bathroom.

-Okay?
-Sounds good.

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

The drugs just fell from the sky?

It's so risky.

We're providing a social service
in Anabel's absence.

-We're helping the people.
-Right.

Water, water.

All right, split the deck.

-Make sure it's properly shuffled.
-You'd better not win again.

Betting money is not allowed.

We're not, ma'am.
We're only betting silly little things.

-Don't look at my cards.
-She bet her van.

Okay, let's go.

Give me two.

What a shitty hand.

Please! Keep your voices down.

It's all good.

Grab that stuff.

Pipi, make sure you don't eat it.

Attention. We are closing the cells.

We are closing the cells.

Here are your clothes.

And here's Sandoval's report
to take you for a checkup at the hospital.

Who chose these clothes?
Your cousin, the ragamuffin?

Have you forgotten
how going undercover works?

You can't wear a uniform.

Okay, but first, let's go for a beer.

-Sorry?
-We can't keep having petty fights.

Now that we have to work
under the same roof,

I'm saying we need to talk.

So you won't mind

if we stop somewhere for a beer
on the way to the hospital.

Come on, let's go.

I don't usually go for drinks
with my exes.

Okay.

I'm afraid you don't have a choice.

Are you joking?

I'm sorry, but I'm not.
These are the rules for a transfer.

-Shall we go?
-Let's go.

Are you having trouble sleeping?

It's just that...

a prison officer told me

that my husband Cesáreo
is coming tomorrow.

I'm really nervous.
I'm desperate to see him.

We've never spent this much time apart.

I see.

Come on, come up here.

"A codependent person

confuses the obsession and addiction
that they feel for the other person

with an intense love that can conquer all.

A feeling that has no reason
to be reciprocated."

Better?

Are you cold?

Yes?

You remind me of myself.

When I was young.

I was born in Cairo.

I got married at 17...

to the most handsome man in the world.

I fell in love with him.

My Cesáreo is also very handsome.

And clever.

People think that just because
he raises pigs he isn't intelligent.

But he is.

Certain things...

"With constant help, the codependent
tries to make their counterpart feel

a need for their presence.

They believe
that by feeling needed in this way,

they'll never be abandoned."

He must be struggling without me
because we're very connected.

It's as if we share the same brain.

Like I did with Razi.

Until I got pregnant
and everything changed.

He left the house...

and I never saw him again.

He left me alone and penniless.

I was a minor.

And the baby?

I lost it.

Me, too.

But...

Well, the best thing
is that we're together now.

Pipi.

Sleep.

"If they don't feel loved back,

the codependent may hurt themselves
or even someone else."

Men aren't as strong as us.

I hope that Cesáreo never betrays you.

He'd never do that. He adores me.

I used to think that, too.

-When are you going to see him?
-Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I don't want you to lose sleep
because of me, but...

tomorrow, they'll turn you
against each other.

-Do you think so?
-Yes, that's what the police do.

Look for contradictions, make you fight.
They're bad people.

But I have a friend who's a policewoman.

She owes me a tip-off as a favor.

If you want, I can ask her
about the investigation of your case.

So that you can be more at ease.

Yes.

Okay. Now it's time to sleep.

Good night.

Now what? You've got me
where you wanted me.

What did you want to talk about?

Look, I know I hurt you. I know.
But the past is the past.

And we can't go on fighting
like cats and dogs.

Do you bring many inmates here?

Only the dangerous ones, and the ones
who've committed blood crimes.

-Listen...
-You're right about me.

It was in a three-pronged raid.
With UCO, Narcotics and Customs.

An informant told us where
they were keeping a stash of heroin.

Castillo assigned the operation to me.

And, well, you know what happens
when different departments collaborate.

-If you hesitate, you write the report...
-More testosterone than brain.

UCO went in first...

with smoke canisters, stun grenades...

When I got there,

it was a mess.

You couldn't see or hear shit.

Then a drug dealer, totally high,
pulled out a gun and started shooting.

And I started shooting, too.

At a shadow.

Five foot six...

athletic build...

Her name was Selena.

She was 18 years old.

She'd arrived from Paraguay with her son
a week before.

In the report, they wrote

that I acted instinctively
out of fear for my life.

So when Castillo offered me
the undercover position, I thought...

"This is a way of balancing things out."

Doing something good.

There comes a moment
when we all start balancing the scales.

But what the fuck?

Living is the accumulation of errors,
isn't it?

We're fucking monkeys.

-Why become a prison officer?
-Me?

Balancing my own scales.

According to Castillo,
and I'm quoting word for word,

I'm looking after foxes
when I'd rather be hunting them myself.

Son of a bitch.

What a sexist bastard.

But he's right.

You always did prefer the hunt.

Wait, Helena.

Are you telling me
we can't have one night?

A one-time thing, no strings attached.

Can you show me your ID?

Fabio Martínez León.

Is that you?

There's someone else.

-Hello.
-Hello.

It's Maca.

What are you doing?

Did I catch you in your striped pajamas?

Or are you having some instant soup?

-Neither.
-We should go, shouldn't we?

Is this a bad time?

I was calling...

Well, I was calling to speak
with you alone for a bit,

but I'll call you another time.

Yes, another time would be better.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Okay, so, I'll leave you to it.
Good night.

Are you going to put me in handcuffs again
to take me to the hospital?

Careful, there is a high risk
of me escaping.

-Cut.
-It's fine.

If you want to be with Saray,

-it's not something you can control.
-Honestly,

I don't want to be with Saray.
I want to be with you.

I'm yours, I already told you.
I love you.

-I fucked up. It got out of control.
-But...

Maybe it wasn't a fuckup.

Yes, it was, because I know it was.

-And that's it.
-I don't see it that way.

I get the feeling that, for you,
Saray is like the animalistic side.

-Like the irrational side.
-Man, it was a fucking mistake.

Or it wasn't a mistake. Maybe it wasn't.

-You need to be honest because...
-Fucking hell.

No, it's fine. I'm telling you the truth.

I feel like I'm the rational side.

-Like the calm girlfriend who you think...
-There's no...

...is good for you. And...

-No.
-I don't know.

You're talking crap. It's not like that.

Maybe not. Well, okay.

-I don't know...
-Babe, I love you.

Curly, I also prefer the animalistic side.

Fine.

Someone had a big weekend, huh?

-What are you talking about?
-You went out yesterday.

-I had a few beers and went home.
-Okay.

No.

No, I'm not letting you have it.

You know what? I only have one call left,
and I won't have credit until next week.

Sort it out yourself.

My calling card is being tapped, though.

I'll get you another one.
All you have to do is call.

And when they answer,
pass it to me. Here's the number.

Come and find me when you want.

Hello.

-Police station.
-Hello.

I need to speak with Lieutenant Lorenzo.

One minute, I'll put you through.

Be on the lookout.

Warn me if anyone comes,
prison officer or friend.

Lieutenant Lorenzo.

-Who's speaking?
-Zulema Zahir.

Fuck, Zulema.

I've warned you about calling me here.

I told you I would call you.

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

Wait.

Can you give me a moment
in private, please? It's a personal call.

What do you want?

I need to know how
the investigation is going.

What do you have?

Inspector Castillo is the lead
on the case, right?

It appears so.

According to Forensics,
everything points to the married couple...

Cesáreo and Susana Tamayo,
as the perpetrators.

Forensics has analyzed
the couple's van thoroughly.

The vehicle was cleaned
with chemical disinfectant

in order to erase the evidence.

However, thanks to luminol technology,
Forensics have found organic remains.

A sample of blood that matches
that of the missing girl.

Also, they've found organic remains
belonging to a male.

Traces of semen.

The strongest theory is that the husband
kidnapped the girl

in order to sexually abuse her,

in collusion with his wife.

Does that mean she knew?

Yes.

According to the husband,
she's an unstable woman,

with an IQ
that indicates mental deficiency.

Apparently...

he has complete control over her,
and he's placing all culpability on her.

The husband
is negotiating with the police.

You mean, the guy wants
to pass the buck onto her?

That appears to be his line of defense.

Actually, in his meeting today,

he'll be holding his wife
solely responsible.

Wow!

Ms. Ferreiro has just won
an Oscar for best actress.

-Bravo.
-Okay, great.

Congratulations to me.

Now tell me, where's the money?

Listen closely.

This really is bleak.

It's not a honeymoon suite
with a seafront view,

let's not kid ourselves.

Here you have some sheets, a cover,
two towels, a pack of tissues

-and two condoms.
-We don't need that.

We'll only be speaking for a short while.

I don't care.

It's mandatory
to put down the sheets when entering.

You remove them and throw them
in the bin when you leave.

-Is that clear?
-Yes, very clear.

Ignore her. The poor woman has
sour grapes for breakfast every day.

Look, this is going straight into the bin.

You don't like me much, do you?

No. No, no.

Yes. Yes, yes.

Fernando...

You're even better
than the kind of man I like.

You look so uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable? Me?
Not at all.

-Not at all.
-Throwing the sheets in the bin...

Okay, that's because
I don't want them to notice

that I'm like a bull in heat,
all turned on.

Truthfully, it's been many years
since I've been with a man.

And I don't want to scare you.

-Really?
-Honestly, I swear.

My legs are shaking.

I don't know
if it's the onset of Parkinson's

or if my horniness will fire me up
like the Challenger.

Honestly, I want to make love to you.

Thanks a lot.

You flatter me.

Well, then, let's make the bed. Come on.

And get ready,
we may have to ask the chief

to bring more condoms.

You're going to fly high
to paradise and back, girl.

-This is crushed.
-Crushed?

This is good. Come on, give me the money.

I've only got a ten. Can't you trust me?

Does it say "welfare" on the door?
Do I look like a charity worker?

Here, you trust no one
and give out nothing.

Go on, keep moving.

Be careful. Antonia.

Is that Maca? It's Maca!
Girls, relax, it's Maca!

-Are you stupid or what?
-What's up with you?

What are you doing?

Relax.
Everything's under control here, okay?

That's enough for today, Tere.
That's enough, Antonia.

What's up with you?

Anabel tried perforating my eardrum
because of a debt.

What do you think she'll do

when she discovers
you're selling her shit?

I don't care about her!

This is a free market,
and she's in the hole.

-Listen.
-What?

I forbid you to continue selling.

Sorry, you forbid me?

I know you're having a rough time,
but don't tell me what to do.

Ladies...

If you continue selling this shit,
I'll tell the chief.

Let's cool off for a bit.

You don't have the balls.

-Okay, this is over.
-Maca, chill. Come on.

If you want to keep arguing
about who has the biggest beaver,

then go to the yard, okay?

Come on, she hasn't got the balls.

Chief!

-Chief!
-Shut your mouth!

-I don't care about the drugs.
-Can't you see?

I just want to fuck over Anabel!

And for that whore
to come out of solitary with nothing.

No business, no money, no bought inmates.

Her game is up. We've won.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Curly's selling drugs.

They're in the last...
the second-to-last bathroom.

Curly, listen to me.

I don't want to find your head
in a locker because of that girl.

For fuck's sake.

Ferreiro, come here!

There's nothing here. Not behind it,
inside of it nor in the garbage.

Can anyone confirm Ferreiro's accusation?

-No.
-No, I can't.

Has anyone seen Estefanía selling drugs?

-Definitely not.
-I haven't.

Chief, I need to go to the infirmary
to take my methadone dose.

-Can I go?
-Leave.

Thanks.

It was there.

Ferreiro, you're getting a write-up.

On the third one,
you're going in the hole.

Don't go.

Even if you get rid of Anabel,
there'll just be another one.

And then another and another and another.

That's how things work here,
and you know it.

Yes, Maca, but...

What?

Nothing.

High ceilings, hot water...
It's really nice.

White and blue star-shaped mirror.
New bathroom.

-All of the highest quality.
-Okay.

I'm sure that my family will love it.

I'll rent it for a week.

Enjoy.

A peaceful house.
The lamps are from Marrakech.

Great.

Here you go.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

So, we should get naked, shouldn't we?

Yes, of course.

As a warning, I'm wearing a panty girdle.

Because if I didn't,
how would I fit this body in?

Fernando.

I want you to know
that I won't fake an orgasm.

If it happens, great.

But I won't be theatrical.

You should know
that I'm not a machine, either.

In the last 15 years of marriage,

my wife and I didn't share a bed
or touch each other.

Fifteen years?

That woman must've grown
a new hymen, right?

I think committing murder
would've worked out better.

Where's the chief taking Susana Tamayo?

To a visit with her husband.

Poor thing, Amaia. At this rate,
when they find out where she's being held,

she'll already be dead.

-Hello?
-Where would you prefer to live?

The northern hemisphere...

or the southern hemisphere?

I'll go get a coffee.

Macarena, what the hell are you doing
with a cell phone?

We're off to a bad start
if you're going to control my calls.

-Where are you?
-In the control room.

Are you alone?

Yes, I'm alone.

You haven't answered my question.

Southern hemisphere, of course.

I like the sun, ceviche,
bikinis that don't leave tan lines.

Listen to me for a minute.

Go and renew your passport
and get a vaccination for malaria

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

Unless everything
you promised me the other day,

about getting me out of here
and escaping together,

was just posturing.

Look, Macarena...

Are you playing both sides?

-With that new girl?
-Sorry?

Yesterday when I called you,
I thought I heard the voice of a woman.

And it seemed to be her. Helena.

Yes, of course.

I was taking her to the hospital

-for a check-up.
-Okay.

I was calling to...

to tell you that
we now have our retirement plans.

My brother is going to get the money.

The ball's in your court.

Listen for a second, Macarena.

We need time to plan this.

Time?

Of course.

We have plenty of time.

I won't get out of here
for another 15 years.

But fine.

I don't know.

I thought that what you told me
at the lake was true.

Sorry, it doesn't matter anymore.
I'll talk to you later.

Macarena!

Can you cover me for a minute?

Shit, it'll only be for a second.

I love you.

Can you say that again?

I love you.

No one's ever said that to me
before making love.

They told me nasty things.

They swore at me.

They drooled on me.

They humiliated me.

But no one ever spoke to me of love.

Five minutes.

What do you mean five minutes, Chief?

The train hasn't even entered the tunnel!

Didn't you say you were just gonna talk?

Yes, we talked,

but now my Fernando wants some action.

Stop talking and let's make the most
of the five minutes we have left.

I'm on my way, Chief.

Get the firemen
because Troy is gonna burn.

What?

My, my, my.

You just missed the lesbian assembly.
It was quite a sight.

There's an inmate who says
she's gonna suggest to the governor

that we celebrate Gay Pride
at Cruz del Sur.

-No way.
-Can you imagine?

If she convinces her,
I'm telling you we'll make a float.

-And both of us get on it, topless.
-The three of us.

Well, us three.

Hey.

The drug stuff is finished.

I'm out of the drug business.

I told Antonia to keep my share.
I don't want it. It's done.

-Okay?
-Great.

Are you happy? Yeah? Okay.

Now we have to talk
about sharing Curly, right?

We said you'd get her every other day.

-You need to weigh in, too.
-You're so funny.

Is it true?

Shit. First you want to put me in the hole
and now you want to share me.

Is that what the nuns taught you?

I don't know what the nuns taught me.

It was a joke.

Curly, this doesn't...

This doesn't make sense.

It doesn't.
This whole lesbian thing just isn't...

It's not in my DNA,

and I think that's why this isn't
firming up at the speed it should.

Firming up? Like we're a sponge cake?

Look, all relationships
have rough patches.

Ups and downs.
It's okay, that's how it goes.

No, you don't understand.
I've never been with a girl.

I never even kissed a girl in school,
which is the norm.

Well, it happens.
But I didn't even do that.

Right, but you checked out my hot body,
face and hair in the shower,

and you fell in love with me.

No.

No?

When I realized...

that this was going to be my world
for 12 years and...

And...

And, yes, I thought you were so pretty.

And...

And I grabbed onto you
like a float, desperately.

But...

But no, Curly.

This was your idea, wasn't it?

-It's one of your stunts.
-No.

No. This isn't going to be my fault, too.

It's not my fault she doesn't know
which team she's on.

It's not my fault.

I don't know what the fuck she told you,
but I don't give a shit.

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

And I don't care about your DNA.
You hear me?

I'm going to show you

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

I'm going to show you
that the stars aligned

when I stole that fucking car
and you scammed a guy,

and we got caught, because if they hadn't,
we'd never have met.

I don't care that you're like
a fucking concrete wall.

I don't care.

If I have to smash through it
over and over again, I will. I don't care.

But, Maca, I swear on my life...

you'll love me more than anyone else.

Fuck my life!

Curly has a way with words, doesn't she?

And she never even went to college.

-Hello.
-Hello.

The forensic report has come back.

-Do you think we'll get anything?
-I have no fucking idea.

But I'm going to play this hand.

I hid the €3 million

in the air-conditioning duct
in the house in Morocco.

You have to put your hand
right to the bottom.

-Hello.
-Román, any update on the money?

I think so. Wait.

There's something here.

Think about the best restaurant
you're gonna take me to.

The most expensive.

The bill alone will cost half the stash.

Consider it done. You deserve it.

Román.

Maca?

Help!

Help!

-Hello.
-Hello.

Hey! Let me see your eyes.

How are they?

Good. It was only a superficial injury.

-Luckily.
-Yes.

What's up with you? You look so happy.

It's okay.

Tere. Tere.

Tere, come on.

Come with me, come on.

Look at me. Are you cold? Who am I?

-Mommy.
-That's right, sweetheart.

-That's right.
-Mommy...

It's incredible.

-Definitely.
-It's incredible.

-Definitely.
-Such peace.

Such peace.

It's worth it.

It's worth... worth it.

I've gone...

22 days without heroin.

Congratulations, Tere!

One day at a time.
Let's not celebrate yet.

Little by little, okay?

Twenty-two.

How are you?
Are they treating you well in prison?

Yes, they're very nice.

-I've even made a friend.
-A friend?

Pipiolo, come in, fuck!

We need one more to play bridge.

It's been 11 days.

Where the hell is Amaia?

Zulema, I need credit.

I need to call my brother again.

He was getting the money.

What part of what we discussed
did you not understand?

The phone was for you to speak to Susana,
and pretend to be a police lieutenant.

Not for your own personal use.

I just want to make sure
everything's okay.

And then I'll give it back for good.

We're partners, and don't forget it.

You're not my boss. We're equals.

Sure, we are.

You're just like me.

Just like me when I was born.

A novice,

who hasn't had her fingers burned yet.

Help!

What are you waiting for?

Your knight in shining armor, Fabio?

Shut up, Zulema.

Once you have the money
he's gonna take you away?

-Shut up, Zulema.
-So naive.

He's got no balls, no courage.

-Shut up.
-He won't come to get you.

The only thing he'll do is take you to bed
and tell his buddies afterwards.

Shut up!

While you grasp at straws,

the doors to freedom are opening for me.

Thirty police officers have combed
the farm with ground-penetrating radar,

looking for evidence, as you know.

I hope that they'll leave the garden
as they found it.

My wife takes great care of her hydrangea.

I wouldn't worry about the garden,
nor the Vietnamese pigs.

However, I would worry
about the skeletal remains of a baby

found under the fucking hydrangea.

I'll have to speak to
the previous tenants of the property.

We bought the house 18 years ago.

Yeah, and if you like tunnels so much,
like a little mole,

how is it you never noticed
the bones lying below?

Are you accusing me of something?

Because this pleasant catch-up
that we're having

is missing someone: my lawyer.

I'm not accusing you of anything.

I'm telling you

Forensics have confirmed
that the remains belong to your baby,

your daughter.

My baby.

Neither a lawyer, nor a prison officer,

nor a guardian angel.

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

is me.

And this key is starting to turn.

Listen.

Click, click, click.

Clack.

The first lock is open.

The baby died suddenly.

We put her to bed at night,
and in the morning she was dead.

Do you corroborate this story, Susana?

If it was a natural death,

why did Forensics find
strychnine in the bones?

I regularly scatter it in the garden,
because of the rats and moles.

What is strychnine?

-Nothing, darling.
-A poison.

Why?

Click, click, click.

Why was there poison
in my daughter's body?

You told me she'd died
like a small bird, not poisoned.

-Sit down.
-You killed my baby?

You didn't let me take her
to the hospital.

You killed her because she was like me!

Click.

What did you do to those girls?

-What girls?
-And the other one?

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

-Click.
-The police told me.

-Sit down and shut up.
-It's true, you killed her.

What are you doing to her?

Click.

-You killed my baby girl.
-They're fooling you.

Tell Sandoval to bring a sedative.

-Click.
-You raped and killed my daughter!

Shut up!

Clack.

The second lock is open.

The doors are wide open.

The only person
who can get you out of here is me.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Here you go, Palacios!

You motherfucker!

Why?

Call a doctor!

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández