You're going to be grandparents.
I want this child.
Lidia and I wanted to tell you that we're getting married.
That's great, son!
Román, it's horrible in here. I won't survive seven years in here,
I swear I won't survive.
We can't leave Maca in there, Dad.
You have a new family to care for. You should focus on them.
This is a dangerous situation.
You've got a problem between
what you like asleep, and what you want awake.
So make up your mind because I'm getting sick of you.
Fabio, this woman has serious problems.
Why are you so sure?
She concocted a visit with a boyfriend who was actually bringing her drugs.
You are an inmate, and I am a guard who is sickened by you.
Don't ever forget that.
Zulema is going to escape.
If we can guess when, we'll get the Egyptian.
"Cleanse your soul.
Do so through prayer...
and through fire."
He was telling her to burn herself, and she has.
Okay, but why?
No. The question isn't "why," but "where to."
The ambulance will take Zulema from Cruz del Sur on this road.
The Egyptian will be waiting somewhere.
He'll have found somewhere far away where he can control everything.
Ready to go.
-What the fuck do we do with his phone? -Let me go!
-Do I throw it away or what?
Let me go!
Shut up, you prick! Shut up!
What are you doing, Dad?
-What's wrong? Watch out, Dad! Watch out! -Let me go!
Dad, what's the matter?
Is it your heart?
Get...
the pills in the glove box.
I can't find them. I can't find them!
Shut up, you son of a bitch! Shut up!
I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!
-They're not here. -Open up!
Motherfucker!
-They're not here. -Get me out!
-Okay. -Bastard!
Okay. Relax.
-Let me go! -Dad, we need to go to the ER.
No.
Let me go!
We need to go to the ER.
-Okay. -Okay, great. That's great, Dad.
-That's it. That's it, Dad. -We can't go like this.
I'm going to kill you, motherfucker!
-Bastard! Bastard! -Knock him unconscious.
Knock him out.
Motherfucker!
Let me out!
Bastard, I'll kill you!
I'll kill you! I'm going to bash your head in!
I swear, the next one is going straight in your head.
Ferreiro, letter from your lawyer.
Hi.
Airhead, want to come to the movies with me tonight?
Pretty Woman is on.
It's not one of my favorites, to be honest.
-So? All the better. -Let's go.
We'll sit in the back and make out.
Get the hell out of here.
Come on.
González Largo.
A visit has been requested for this afternoon.
What are those papers?
I'm going to file a plea. For the DNA.
Let's see that bastard deny that we had a relationship now.
You've got him by the balls with that.
And the baby...
We'll raise it together.
Tonight, the movie of the month, Pretty Woman...
-What's this? -They're showing Pretty Woman,
role model for all prostitutes. We love that movie here.
-I'm going to write this letter. -Listen.
I'm serious about the baby. We can raise it together.
Sure. You're the perfect dad.
I'm better than the real dad anyway.
True.
I know. See you at 8:00. Get dressed up.
Hey!
Cutie, come with me.
Come on.
I'll do it.
-Doctor? -She's very lucky.
There are no damaged nerve endings, and the burns didn't reach deep tissue.
-It looks bad, but it's not serious. -Okay.
So, does the inmate need to stay here or can she go back to prison?
No, she'll definitely have to stay in the burn unit for a few days yet.
We need to treat her at least three times a day to start with,
to avoid any potential infections.
-Try not to move, okay? -Yes, Doctor.
Get out.
We know you did this to try and escape.
You really think I'd do this to myself?
Yes.
Especially after we questioned María Prieto, aka Casper.
She told us you forced her to burn you.
What did you expect?
That she would confess and increase her sentence?
All these years...
and you still don't see the lies that the inmates tell you.
I am going to see to it personally
that you do every last fucking hour of time you have left.
I sense some hard feelings.
You shouldn't have gotten so close to the Chinese guy.
They're always the first to break.
Don't you watch movies?
Listen to me, you bitch.
There are two patrol cars at every single door of the hospital.
Six officers on this floor and three at your door.
Your prick of a boyfriend shouldn't try anything stupid.
Mr. Castillo.
You're even more handsome with that limp.
Are you going to stand there all day or do something useful?
Shit, Valbuena.
My boyfriend has been released from prison and he's coming to see me today.
I don't know if he's clean.
Isn't that nice?
It's almost like a fucking Christmas movie.
Go brush your teeth. Go on.
Can you describe the symptoms?
His left side hurts,
and he's talking strangely, like he can't think straight.
-We're going to take him in. -He has heart disease.
He had a bypass.
Relax, Dad. Relax. Everything's going to be fine.
Get him out of here, to the garage.
Let's go.
Román, honey, this is the fourth time I've called with no answer.
Call me back as soon as you can. I'm worried sick.
Anabel Vila Roig Garcés, 37 years old.
Procuring and coercion. Selling drugs.
I had absolutely nothing to do with Zulema Zahir's alleged escape.
I've never had a run-in with Zulema.
She lives her life, and I live mine.
You need to have your back covered, but...
I have my friends.
I'm not the leader of a crew.
I didn't hurt Zulema.
If I had been involved, she would've been burned from head to toe.
Yes, that's a joke. Of course.
Sit down.
So Zulema took care of Macarena's debt because she was going to escape.
She's a clever bitch, isn't she?
Well, until she pays me what she owes, you're going to be mine.
No, I'm not Zulema's anymore. I'm free now.
Sure.
You're going to be mine.
And do you know why?
Because it's better to be with me...
than with St. Peter up there.
Isn't that right, cutie?
Okay, let's see what I can do with you.
Look at me. Open your mouth.
More.
Squeeze.
Fantastic.
You see?
Now everyone knows you're Anabel's.
You're safe again, sweetie.
I'll come and find you if I need anything.
"Your Honor,
I'm writing to you to request that you allow me to have...
a fetal DNA test,
as required for my defense."
Blondie, it's movie night tonight!
The movie is about Anabel's life. I saw that one before Bambi.
Pretty Woman is good, isn't it?
-Yes. A fairy tale. -That's the one.
If all curb crawlers were like Richard Gere,
housewives wouldn't exist.
Or even female ministers. They'd all be whores.
-We can make another row behind. -But here,
the average Spanish curb crawler would be...
The ones who pay for a fuck are usually the ugly ones.
That's why it's the oldest trade in the world.
There have always been ugly ones.
You know what, Anabel? I don't care about who your clients were.
So, help your fellow inmates and shut up.
You're angry because you know I'm right, aren't you?
That's enough. You're coming with me.
I'm giving you a warning for being disrespectful.
That makes eight. Ten, and you go to solitary.
-But why? -Shut up, Antonia!
Whore!
I thought you were straight.
You and Curly are just friends, but you couldn't help yourself.
-Saray, please calm down. -I realized in the infirmary
-that you've fucked her. -I haven't.
Don't yell at me, Saray.
I'll make you eat this chair, bitch!
Flying chairs.
A broken 56-inch television.
Who started it and why?
Who do you think we are?
Goddamn snitches?
Also, I've been asking about Zulema all afternoon, and nobody's answering me.
She is in the hospital. That's all we can tell you.
Macarena, what happened?
We were working out some personal problems,
which we don't need to bring up.
The problem is you're a whore.
Can you stop being disrespectful?
She's disrespecting me. She's hitting on my girlfriend.
Shut up! Have some respect, and learn to have a conversation.
Hasn't your husband gone for a long walk?
Let's see how well you talk
when you meet the whore he's gone off with.
Could you stand up, Vargas? Please.
Did you know that by August 16th, 2015, you'll have served 50% of your sentence?
That day, we'll be meeting with the parole board
to evaluate you and decide whether or not to grant you day release.
I want you to know that, as of today,
my report will not be in your favor.
You will spend three more months with your sentence unchanged.
What do you think of that?
Do you have anything to add?
Good, sit down.
All right. You will both do community work.
You start today, painting the signage in cell block 2.
-The signage? -The yellow lines.
Please talk it through, and resolve your differences.
Because the slightest bit of confrontation will lead to solitary.
Not for three, but for ten days. Understood?
Get out.
Governor, my friends want to watch Pretty Woman.
It's important to them. Will they be replacing the TV today?
The budget has been exhausted.
So, movies are suspended until further notice.
-No, please. -It wasn't me who threw the chair.
You should know better.
Come on.
Let me go! Let me go, son of a bitch!
Shut up!
If you keep shouting, I swear I'll shoot you.
I need to stop the bleeding.
I'm going to kill you.
I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill your mother,
I'm going to kill your father, I'm going to kill your girlfriend,
I'm going to kill your daughter...
-Román? -Mom?
What's going on? Why were you shouting?
Mom, listen to me. I need to tell you something.
Dad has had a heart attack.
What the hell was that? Paint the signage?
Is it a school punishment?
If you think a heavy hand is a better means of rehabilitation,
enforce it when you're governor.
But for now, show some respect.
The same respect they show you?
Come in.
Governor, the radio station called. The interview is at 7:30.
What interview?
It's for the Julia Otero show.
They want to know the advantages of the private model.
There are a lot of advantages. Did you know, Palacios,
that after having a fight, you don't get recess or dessert? Wow.
Look.
Fabio, I'm the one who enforces punishments,
and I think about every inmate.
Saray is the troublesome one.
I'd rather she spent more time with Macarena instead of Zulema.
-It might rub off on her. -That girl is disturbed.
Do you know what she'll learn?
How to lie and manipulate, that's what Ferreiro will show her.
Do you have a problem with Ferreiro?
Not at all.
-Painting things is cool. -With Saray?
She'll be starting a fight any second.
What you need to do is learn to fight back. Okay?
-You get scared and don't react. -What do you want me to do?
The first one to mess with you, just hit her. Real hard.
I've been trying to avoid that all my life. I won't start doing it now.
Look, this isn't high school. You're in prison.
Five years and two months.
Fucking bastards.
But you had your sentence already.
Four years for procuring and coercion, and two years for drug peddling.
And now, human trafficking.
Suck it up.
Let me see.
I gave them €4,000 in advance, so they would fly in from Bulgaria.
And now that they're here, they act all smart.
"We didn't know," those fucking bitches said.
Said I didn't explain.
So I sold them.
Who did you sell them to?
To some dude from Saudi Arabia.
Yo, do you have methadone or something similar?
Smoky is coming to see me today, and I want to look good.
That's great news!
You need a makeover, baby, you look... You need to look pretty.
-So you got any? I really need it. -Of course, hon.
-Great. -Wouldn't you prefer some horse, though?
I just got in a great batch of heroin.
The purest you've ever had.
I can't. I want to get clean.
Are you sure?
Hey. What are you, deaf?
Didn't you hear her say she doesn't want any?
You are one evil bitch.
It's so good to hear you're going to get clean.
Yeah.
Did Smoky get locked up before you?
Both at the same time, remember?
Smoky and I do everything together. Got sent to prison together,
we shot up together,
-we only fucked each other. -Right.
Are you okay? It's all right.
Tere, are you okay?
-Tere. -She's not okay.
-Need water? -No, I'm all right.
Here you go. €80.
For three?
Shit. Here you go.
Looks like you made the ladies happy.
Hey, hey, hey!
-What? -Don't drink from my bottle, junkie.
That's enough!
Touch her again, and I'll beat the shit out of you.
Watch your temper...
or you'll be sorry.
GUNSHOT WOUND
"A bullet lodged in the body
can cause dehydration, internal hemorrhaging
and serious infections.
It's essential to stop the hemorrhage and remove the bullet.
If it's lodged in the bone,
after five hours, it's prone to infection, causing gangrene."
"In many cases, the hemorrhaging is the cause of death.
Over 40% blood loss can trigger an irreversible situation."
How are you, honey?
We've been waiting for hours and there's no news.
I know.
I told them I'm a nurse, but they won't let me through.
Family of Leopoldo Ferreiro?
Yes, that's us.
-Come on. -Go on, Mom. I'll be right there.
I won't be long.
HOW MUCH BLOOD DOES THE HUMAN BODY HOLD?
"The approximate amount for a person of average build
is 1.5 gallons of blood."
Román.
He didn't have a heart attack.
He had a stroke.
He can't speak.
It's okay, Mom.
They won't know how well he will recover for another few hours.
I'll go home for his pajamas and toiletries.
What do you mean, son?
I'm telling you that your dad has a clot in his brain.
-They don't know what will happen. -I heard you, Mom.
But you know how Dad is.
We should try and make everything a bit easier, okay?
Excuse me. We're taking him to intensive care.
-You can go and see him. -Thank you.
Come.
I'll be back later, Mom.
I swear I'll be back later.
Sorry... slut.
What's your problem?
I can't stand girls like you.
Are you laughing at me?
What's so fucking funny?
Curly didn't leave you for me. It's because she doesn't love you.
She stopped loving me when you arrived.
Really? She was with you when I arrived?
Saray, look for someone who makes you happy.
If you have a problem, it's with yourself.
Tonight's movie viewing has been canceled.
I repeat, the movie viewing has been canceled.
Hey, bitch. It's all your fault. You know that, right?
What happens now? You can't leave us without a TV.
Antonia, it was an accident.
Do you know how long we waited for that movie?
Yes, I know, and I'm sorry.
So?
-Will you get us a TV? -It's not a big deal.
It's blondie!
You want to watch the movie?
I'll get a TV, so you can watch your stupid movie.
Don't you ever fucking touch me!
What are you doing, Ferreiro?
Shut up!
You'd better do it.
Shut the hell up!
What happened? Are you okay?
Do you care?
Not really.
Then get off me.
Fabio.
Come on, Fabio.
Why were you whispering?
That girl is so stupid. She bugs me.
Bugs you? I saw you, Fabio.
You were going to fuck her the other day in the chapel.
Look, you're lucky it was me there, or you would be out of a job.
-Or in prison. -I know.
Things have changed a lot.
-What? How have they changed? -Okay.
Are you a couple now? Have you had an argument?
Just amazing.
Antonio, that girl is disturbed. You hear me?
-She's a lying slut. -Of course.
I don't want anything to do with her.
For someone who doesn't care, you seem pretty upset.
Leave me alone, man.
-Hit him, Palacios. -I'll put you in solitary.
María Prieto Téllez, 25 years old.
I knew nothing about Zulema's plan to escape from prison.
I needed Zulema, and sometimes she needed me.
Everybody needs protection in here.
When I'm told to do something, I don't ask questions.
She asked me to do it, so I did as I was told.
-Hello. -Hi.
She'll need to take her clothes off. Do you mind waiting outside?
-It will take five minutes. -Make it three.
-Have you been able to rest? -No.
All right. I'm going to treat you, okay? Careful.
Easy does it.
That's it, careful.
Now back again, slowly.
Let's take a look at these blisters.
Let's see.
-I'm going to do it slowly. -Okay.
Tell me if I hurt you.
-Is that okay? -Fine.
Okay. Tell me if anything.
Give me your phone.
Dr. Arriaga Sanchís.
Now!
-Hanbal. Where are you? -Excuse me?
Hello, who's this?
This is Leopoldo's wife. He can't come to the phone.
It's urgent. When can I speak to him?
Look, miss, Leopoldo is in hospital.
I'm sorry, but that's all I can tell you.
I see. Which hospital?
The one in Torrejón. Who's calling--
Delete the call.
Now.
These wounds...
They hurt so much. I did them to myself.
Imagine what I could do to you and your family.
You'll do them a favor by not talking.
I won't say anything.
If you do, I'll find you.
I'll rip out so many organs that even though you're a doctor,
you won't know which one's which.
The pain...
Continue treating me...
Dr. Sanchís.
Are you stupid?
-I never realized. -What's so funny?
A real Power Ranger.
Power Ranger? Get up. On your feet.
But, Valbuena, I'm fine.
You clown, what are you talking about?
Clean it up right now with your hair.
Are you joking?
Does it look like I'm joking?
-Son of a bitch. -If I wanted, you'd clean my penis.
Let me go!
-She didn't mean it. -Yeah?
I saw. Let her go.
Who is going to believe you?
Nobody will.
But there are three cameras here.
You're clever, Ferreiro.
But don't forget, there aren't cameras everywhere.
Shit. We went to Morocco.
It's actually the only trip we've ever been on.
We look good, don't we?
Fucking hell, that was only four years ago,
and look at me now.
Hey, if you saw me before I came in here,
you'd be asking yourself, "Which fatty ate her?"
-Tere, he's going to love it, you know. -Okay.
You're going to look hot.
-No, smoking hot. -On fire.
He'll get a hard-on as soon as he sees you.
-Cool. He'll take an eye out. -Two eyes.
-Both of them. -He's going to blind you.
Who knows what state he's in.
At the Topas prison, he took anything he could get.
Then in Alcalá Meco, he was really bad. Now, I just don't know.
You're going to look amazing, and that's going to help him get out.
Yes, that's what I want. To show him we can still get out.
Okay. Now, where do I start with this face?
How about your unibrow?
Fuck, if your eyebrows are like that, what's it like downstairs?
-Fucking hell, Tere. -It's a little mountain.
It's not ready for a bikini, I can tell you that.
Don't worry, it's not a conjugal visit. We'll sort it out next time.
This way, hon. I can't see anything.
-Look for the brown eye shadow. -It's not here.
Listen.
I don't want to owe you...
so I'll just warn you.
If you don't get the TV, they'll come after you.
But it's just a stupid TV.
You still don't understand how things work in prison.
First, it's always something stupid.
A pack of tobacco that doesn't get returned,
a tray gets knocked over,
a broken TV on movie night.
Then, that stupid thing annoys someone.
And so it begins.
They turn people against you, they lie...
put ideas in people's heads.
Do you know the telephone game?
Well, it's like that, but with bitches.
Ultimately...
in here, people are bored.
And they influence others.
In the end, they'll just want to break your legs.
It doesn't matter why. They won't remember.
What should I do? How can I get a television?
I don't know. You've got a mother...
with money, right?
-A donation. -Of course.
Thank you.
No. What do you mean "thank you"? We're even.
We're not friends. Not now, not ever.
If you tell me who I can or can't love, I'll take your soul.
Honestly!
I'll love whoever I want to love.
Inspector.
I'm preparing Zulema Zahir's release.
-I need your authorization. -You're letting her go?
Yes. The burns aren't as serious as we thought,
so could you sign, please?
Hang on, Doctor.
You insisted that Zulema needed to stay here for a few days.
Now there isn't any reason for her to be here.
Wasn't that what you wanted, to take her back?
What's the problem?
I think something happened that you're not telling me.
No, you're wrong. Nothing has happened.
Your diagnosis changed after treating her?
What's that on your neck?
-What happened in there? -I told you, nothing happened.
Okay, if you can't tell me here, you'll have to do it in the office.
She threatened me. I had to give her my phone.
-Give me your phone. -She made me delete the call.
We'll track the number, don't worry. Write your number down, please.
What do you remember? Did they say anything?
She spoke in Arabic, then in Spanish.
Someone was in the hospital. It was really brief.
Jalapeño, call the station.
They must trace the call,
and locate the nearest hospital to the signal where the call was received.
I'm on it.
In 30 minutes, we'll talk to our next guest,
Miranda Aguirre Senén, governor of Cruz del Sur penitentiary...
Sole! Guess who's going to be on the radio.
-The governor. -Look.
Damn, girl!
-You look beautiful, Tere. -You see?
You should always look like that.
You look so pretty, Smoky is going to ask you to marry him.
-Perfect boobs. -Beautiful.
Smile. Your lips look great.
Really.
Girls...
Shit, shit, shit.
Fuck.
Shit, I feel terrible.
Don't worry, baby. We'll redo the makeup, no big deal.
Of course. Five minutes, and you'll look as pretty as before.
The phone is owned by a Mohamed Outhmani.
It's a false identity.
Probably one of many used by the Egyptian.
Where was the phone when Zulema called?
The call signal corresponds to the Torrejón Hospital.
I need a list of hospital staff, doctors and patients.
-I can get one. -Perfect.
Make sure they close all access, and seal off the Torrejón Hospital.
Here's a list of patients. I'll get a list of staff now.
LEOPOLDO FERREIRO LOBO - STROKE
I don't believe it.
Leopoldo Ferreiro was urgently admitted after suffering a stroke.
To the hospital Zulema called.
What the hell is going on?
Hi, it's Román. Leave a message.
Román, it's me, Maca.
I haven't gone crazy,
but I need the television from home for the prison.
Today, it's urgent.
They are showing Pretty Woman tonight.
Please call me as soon as you can.
It sounds stupid, but it's not. It's important.
Please, call as soon as you can. It's urgent.
Kisses.
Four, one.
Palacios.
-Is everything okay, Ferreiro? -Yes.
Well, no. I want to get the television from the staff room.
Just to watch a movie.
-For two hours. -No. Go away.
I'm not talking to you. Let me talk to Palacios alone, please.
-No. -Why not?
Is soccer on?
-No, it's not possible. -Please.
They're so looking forward to the movie. I promised that I'd get the TV back.
Please, Palacios.
Please! Stop and listen to me.
If I don't get the TV back, they will beat me.
No, no and no. Is that clear?
You broke the television in a fight. Are you stupid?
Let's go.
I need to remove the bullet. If I don't, you'll die.
I need to get you out of there.
Blondie!
Come to the yard. The governor is on the radio.
Why?
I don't know.
To say what a great place this is, I suppose.
On the outside, they murder, they steal, they deal,
but as soon as they get here, they're all better.
Come on.
Can you get a phone?
From where?
From the personal boxes in Admissions. You have a shift today.
Look, there are cameras on me all the time.
If you want to flash them to distract them, I'll help you.
I'm really sorry.
I've spent lots of time in solitary.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry.
How is he?
He's improving with the medication,
but it'll be 24 hours before we can assess his recovery.
Excuse me, Doctor. Is he alone? Does his family know?
They've been here all afternoon, but they left a while ago without a word.
Thank you.
Don't leave his side. Let me know if anything changes.
And you, don't move from there.
This is a private prison.
It's forbidden to take personal belongings in
or use clothes that aren't from the center.
Jewelry, keys,
purse, phone.
Everything in the tray, please.
Great.
Excuse me.
I forgot to turn my phone off.
This is for you.
I forgot to turn my phone off.
Is something wrong?
-How long have you got? -Three years. Why?
Three years? Don't worry, your phone will be off in three years.
-Here, this is for you. -Next.
You need to drink something.
Hello, darling. Sorry I didn't call you back. I've been really busy.
-What's up? -Hello, Román.
Hello, sweetheart.
I got my grades from school today. Want me to read them to you?
Of course. How could I not want to know?
I got a 7.5 in Art.
Very good. That's great. Congratulations.
An eight in Design Technology.
That's almost perfect.
-Fantastic, great. -Yes!
But a five in Gym.
The main thing is you passed. Don't worry, Lucía.
You just need to improve a little.
This summer, we can practice on the beach.
Cool!
Lucía, my boss is calling me. Tell Mom I'll call later.
-Goodbye. -Okay.
-I love you, Román. -I love you both. Bye.
Román.
Are you home?
Be right there, Mom. I'm coming.
-Román? -Just a minute, Mom.
Coming!
What are you doing here?
Is Dad okay?
Sit down.
I'd ask your dad...
but he can't speak.
I'm sure you'll know the answer anyway.
What is this, Román?
Look at me, Román. Why does your dad have two phones?
I don't know.
Why did you leave in such a hurry?
I didn't leave in a hurry.
I went to get Dad's things.
You're going to tell me what's happening in this house,
where the family's money is, the bullets, the shotgun, everything.
Or I will call the police.
-Police. -Mom, please.
We're in trouble, but it's to help Maca.
I'll tell you everything, because I don't know what to do.
It's Inspector Castillo. Open up, please.
-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.
I'm a friend of Leopoldo's. I need to speak to you.
You wanted it, you got it.
Thank you.
Where's my reward?
-What reward? -I don't know.
A screw?
Curly, I'm not going to screw you just because you did me a favor, okay?
-I'm only joking. -Very funny.
Here.
You're such a tease. Give me the phone.
Can I have it? Can I have it?
I'm feeling nice, so I'll exchange it for a kiss.
You can shove the phone up your ass.
If I give you a kiss, it's because I want to.
Is that clear?
Okay, don't get all haughty.
-I had to try. -Fine.
You wouldn't dare.
Here, take the stupid phone.
Thank you.
Gate four, two.
Go ahead, pretty woman. Go on.
What? Did you get all dressed up for your boyfriend?
Leave me alone, Valbuena. I'm in a good mood.
I've told you, I wouldn't do you even if I was high as a kite.
Sit down. Sit.
How's it going, Tere?
You're gorgeous.
-Have you had your teeth done? -Yes.
Right after I left prison.
I'm living in an apartment with a social worker.
And I'm doing my exams.
-Yeah? -Just like you wanted.
I'm so happy you're doing amazing.
We'll see.
So anyway, nothing's like it was before.
Same. Look at my nails.
Not a fucking thing.
When I get to day release,
I'll fix my teeth, too, and we'll go to the opera.
If you don't want to go to the opera, we'll go to a rock concert.
What's wrong, sweetheart?
Have you turned gay?
The social worker says...
if I want to stay clean, I have to let go
of everything from my old life.
I have to make a fresh start.
Well, then...
no worries. We'll make a fresh start. Together.
What are you into now?
Pop...
No, Tere. We won't make a fresh start.
I will.
Me. Alone.
Smoky, please.
Alfonso. My name is Alfonso.
Okay.
Alfonso.
Alfonso, listen to me.
I'm clean now, too.
Okay? We can make a fresh start. Together.
What is it? Have you got a thing with the social worker or what?
It's not that, Tere. Don't fuck with me.
Okay, well, listen to me.
Look, one thing... Just wait a second.
I've got six months left at the most.
I've got, like, four gigs lined up, you know.
We'll get out, we'll start afresh. We'll talk, we'll see what happens.
Alfonso, honestly...
-I'm really sorry. -No, don't say sorry.
-Nothing's wrong. -I'm sorry.
Sweetheart, wait.
Let's go.
Antonio, listen to me. Listen to me, damn it!
Don't you dare go in there. Do you hear me?
You can't ask the governor to put the television back.
I'm going to tell her that I'll bring one from my house.
Are you going to stop that, too?
The inmates need punishment, not reward.
The inmates or Macarena?
It seems all you want lately is to screw Macarena over.
Leave Macarena out of it. What's your deal with her?
-What's your deal? -Me? What's your deal?
You're holding a grudge, and you're being unfair.
-Do you know why? -I don't know and I don't care.
-Because she rejected you in the chapel. -Really?
-Yes, and you know what? -What?
That's not just going against the norm, it's disgusting.
I can't stop thinking about Carolina,
and that my best friend is one of those assholes
who takes his pants off for the first girl that comes along.
Do you know the worst thing?
She would still give you another chance.
To you, the most undesirable man in the whole world.
What are you doing?
I'm in the middle of a radio interview.
Get in my office.
Yes, indeed it's a pioneering model in Spain.
I was hoping you'd be at the hospital with Leopoldo.
I needed to get some things from home.
We were there,
but we just have to wait to find out the extent of the stroke.
How did it happen? Was he alone?
We were in the car, and suddenly he didn't feel well.
Where were you going?
To buy compost and things for the garden.
A bit far, wasn't it?
Can't you get compost any closer?
I came here the other day, and I found this bullet.
A bullet that had been shot in this house.
In this room.
-A shooting here? -Yes.
Here. Against that sofa.
-Here? -Lift up the blanket, please.
It hit that wall.
We've done a ballistics test.
The bullet came from the same weapon that killed Paloma Garrido,
a prison officer at Cruz del Sur,
and a police officer.
It belongs to Hanbal Hamadi, also known as the Egyptian,
an international murderer wanted by Interpol.
But why would we be shooting in this house?
You tell me.
You'd prefer I do it.
Please.
It's possible the Egyptian came here looking for something that you have.
A clue to the €9 million.
Or maybe money that had been dug up. Something startled him.
A noise, or something, and he took a shot.
Is that correct?
I honestly don't know what to say, Inspector.
Fine.
I want you to hand in all your weapons.
According to Leopoldo's license, he owns a .38 revolver and a shotgun.
Yes, the revolver is upstairs.
I think it's in the garage. I'll go, don't worry.
No, no.
Let your mom go. I want to speak to you alone.
There it is.
What's the difference between a private and a public prison?
I can assure you that our retraining and rehabilitation measures
are a real success.
Excuse me, Miranda. Someone wants to give their opinion.
Of course.
[Macarena] I'm Macarena Ferreiro, an inmate at Cruz del Sur.
Well, this is a surprise.
Maca? My God, it's Maca.
What do you want to say?
This morning, I threw a chair, and broke a television in a fight.
Yes, indeed. Macarena is a good example because now she's doing community service,
instead of going to solitary.
I accept the punishment, but it's not fair
that everyone else has to pay for my mistake.
That's the manipulative bitch I told you about.
Find her and shut her up.
Why is this television so important?
Because tonight, they're showing Pretty Woman. And...
it's very popular.
Personally, I've never really liked the movie, but...
today I realized
it doesn't matter if you're a whore...
-No running, boss. -Shut up.
...a dealer,
a fraudster or a junkie.
Where is she?
We all need to believe that someone will come,
and lift us out of the mud...
and give us a chance.
It's not fair that everyone else is paying for my mistake.
Governor, what about the greater good?
Where is the goodwill you're always talking about?
Or are you going to feed me to the lions?
No!
It's over, pretty woman.
Face of an angel, soul of a devil.
Are you taking me to solitary?
Look, Julia, I'm in charge here...
but rules are rules.
No. I don't think so. Wanna know why?
Because deep down, something's telling you you're wrong.
Macarena's right.
Everything's exaggerated here. The good and the bad.
That's why the rules are necessary,
they provide a benchmark.
One day, you'll apologize for treating me unfairly.
Shut up! Move it.
Because of the rules,
it's impossible for me to give them a television tonight.
My car?
I left it parked downtown,
and for various reasons, I couldn't go and pick it up.
Where did you park it?
I don't know the exact street, but downtown.
How long ago?
About one or two... Two or three days ago.
I think it was longer than that.
It was found in a vacant lot.
Help!
It sure looks like it was stolen, doesn't it?
Why didn't you report it?
Because I didn't know.
Why did you cancel your phone?
I lost it. Look, I've got a new one.
It's here.
-Where did you lose it? -I don't know.
If I knew, it wouldn't have been lost.
It was found in the vacant lot where the car was.
Okay.
Then I suppose I left it in the car.
Right, and the thief lost it.
Or got rid of it as it didn't have any credit.
If you weren't going to report the car or the phone,
what were you doing at the station
giving this statement that you never signed?
Inspector.
Here is the gun.
Put it on the table, please.
I don't know where the shotgun is.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
No.
Coffee, Inspector?
No, thank you. I need to go.
Okay.
I'll ask again.
-Do you have anything to tell me? -No. Do we?
I don't know what you want us to say.
Fine, I'll tell you what I think.
I think the Egyptian threatened you.
I think he shot inside your house and that you won't report him,
or aid the investigation because you're scared.
You don't have any weapons. Only I can protect you.
If you tell me what you know, I'll guarantee your protection.
Your testimony could help everyone.
You most of all.
-Think about it. -Thank you.
Call me.
Mom, I need your help.
I know.
Sit down, please.
Thank you, Governor, but I'll stand.
If I'm being punished for the radio, I'll remind you
that in this country, we have freedom of speech.
Everything I said was true.
-No, it's not that. -What is it, the phone?
I don't care if you take me to solitary.
Macarena, we've all had a hard day,
but I just need you to sit down. Just for one minute.
You don't understand what's happening.
-You have no idea. -Inspector Castillo called.
Your dad had a stroke.
He can't speak, but they'll have to wait 24 hours
to assess the extent of the damage.
The doctors are hopeful he'll respond well to treatment.
I left a message for your parents to call you as soon as possible.
Macarena, if there's anything we can do for you...
Can I go to the hospital?
No.
Can I stop painting?
Of course.
Hey, you, airhead. Where's the TV?
-Goodbye, Antonia. -Bye.
Are you deaf?
Where's the TV you promised us?
Is there anyone there? Where's the TV?
Leave me alone!
Now what, whore?
Inspector Castillo.
We are starting the transfer.
Okay.
CIVIL GUARD
ON THE NEXT EPISODE
Governor, Christmas came early this year.
You son of a bitch!
We've got no fucking idea what's going on!
I make the decisions!
Tell me, Grandpa
What are you going to do?
Keep chasing the money Or save the little one's life?
This is a fine mess you're overseeing here, Governor.
If you free the Egyptian, we're dead!
Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández