-Do you want to know the sex? -I'd say it's a boy.
You're right, it's a boy.
You're going to be grandparents.
I want this child.
The Egyptian broke into our house.
The map, the photos. That bastard knows everything.
No! This can't be happening!
I want you to give Zulema a message.
Tahiri nafsek.
Look at me. If you're lying to me,
I'll take your baby, and flush it away.
I've been thinking about our chat in the laundry room.
If anything happens to this child,
I swear to God, you'll never leave prison.
"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.
Hanbal. Are you going to answer me or not?
Hanbal!
Watch out, Dad! Watch out!
He had a stroke.
He can't speak.
They'll have to wait 24 hours to assess the extent of the damage.
Give me your phone.
-Hanbal. Where are you? -Excuse me?
Hello, who's this?
This is Leopoldo's wife. He can't come to the phone.
Who's calling--
Mom, 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.
I think the Egyptian threatened you.
And that you won't report him,
or aid the investigation because you're scared.
If you tell me what you know, I'll guarantee your protection.
Think about it.
Where's the TV you promised us?
Is there anyone there? Where's the TV?
Leave me alone!
Take a seat.
Interrogation conducted by Inspector Damián Castillo.
March 18th, 2015.
State your name.
Are you going to keep recording once you start beating me?
Or will you turn the camera off?
The point of these recordings
is to get to the bottom of the kidnapping, and rebellion that you spearheaded.
Look at the camera and state your name.
Can I speak in Arabic? It's my mother tongue.
Stop screwing around, Zulema. Your name.
My name is Zulema Zahir.
How did the substance known as misoprostol end up inside Macarena Ferreiro's body?
-Miso... what? -Misoprostol. It's a drug.
Look... No idea.
-Why don't you sit down? -The burns hurt more when I sit.
This ibuprofen they gave me is shit.
Get something stronger.
A sedative, Valium...
I've got morphine.
But I need to be sharp, not doped up.
When everything's going wrong, you need to work out why.
So think.
-What are you looking at? -She's Anabel's now. You owed her.
And now instead of tasting just one flavor,
she has to go down on all the grannies.
You promised me my freedom.
And you'll get it.
You'll get it.
You.
-Did you send for me? -Yes, I sent for you.
I hear you've quit working in the laundry room.
You're playing basketball now.
-Yes. -Why?
Because it's the only option. I can't do it.
-I'm done. I quit. -"I'm done," she says.
No, you're not done.
Did the monkey stop rubbing his sticks when his hands started to hurt?
No. He discovered fire.
What, do you think steel is stronger than willpower?
Here.
Use your teeth to break it if you have so much willpower.
It can't be done.
God damn it.
Get out of here.
No plan A...
no plan B.
-Know what the only truth is? -Yeah.
We'll spend so much time in here, you'll end up a lesbian.
We've got no plan.
And to survive, you need a plan.
So, it's time to play some Russian roulette.
All or nothing.
Let's do it.
How are you doing?
I brought you breakfast.
I'm not hungry.
You're having a baby. He might be hungry.
Did Zulema send you again?
I don't belong to Zulema anymore.
I belong to Anabel now.
I don't know which one is better.
Why are you staring at me?
I like to.
You're beautiful.
You make me feel at peace.
Thanks.
See you later, then.
Goodbye.
-I still don't understand. -What?
How do lesbians get pleasure out of that scissor thing?
What do you mean?
No, seriously. I understand fingers because, well, they go in and out.
Hey, Joe.
-Baby! -My darling!
Careful, she's fragile. She's got two cracked ribs,
abdominal trauma and bruises all over her body.
-She needs to take it easy, okay? -Of course.
Come here.
Girls... Look after her. Don't get in any fights, please.
Of course.
-We'll take care of you. -That's so nice.
Are you okay?
-I'm a bit fucked up, but the baby's fine. -Yeah?
Sandoval says the blows didn't affect him
because the amniotic fluid acts as an airbag and protects him.
-Okay. -My God, isn't Mother Nature amazing?
-It's a miracle. -Yes.
-He's in here. -He's there.
Knock, knock. Can I come in?
Zulema, someone needs to tell you.
You smell just like my dead husband.
-Like a barbecue. -That's funny.
Can you get out? I want to speak to Maca.
No. Macarena isn't taking visitors right now.
It'll only be a moment. I'll take care of the patient.
Come on, Curly.
I'll be back here in ten minutes.
I'm concerned.
We've got a problem regarding your family. They've gone too far.
Can I have your father's number?
What for?
To send him a photo.
-A photo of what? -Of you.
Stay still!
I'm not an invalid.
I know, Dad. But Dr. López recommends it for the first few days.
Sit down, please.
Take me to the Egyptian.
Stress is the last thing you need, okay?
What am I supposed to do?
Sit on the sofa watching the NBA with a kidnapped murderer in the garage?
Of course not, Dad.
I was thinking when you were in the hospital.
We could take the Egyptian somewhere, tie him to a tree,
and make an anonymous call to the police.
-He'd get at least 30 years. -And your sister?
What do you think they'll do to her in prison
-if the police get him? -Dad.
Castillo came by while you were in hospital.
Castillo?
What did he want?
He knows nearly everything.
About the forest, the money. The Egyptian coming after us.
That we left the station before reporting him.
He's even got the Egyptian's bullet from the house.
We're lucky to be alive, Dad.
We're going to end up in prison, or dead.
Stop fucking struggling.
Come on!
Mr. Ferreiro.
Are you back home?
A cousin of mine had a stroke, and he had to eat through a straw.
-What do you want? -What do I want?
I think that's obvious.
You've got my man, I've got your daughter.
It would suit us both to find a solution.
Let me speak to him.
No. First, let me speak to Macarena.
Macarena...
If you want me to kill her soon, you're going about it the right way.
Dad! Dad! Dad!
Wait, wait, wait!
Here he is.
Speak in Spanish so that I can understand.
Or your boyfriend will be crippled for the rest of his days.
No funny business, Zulema, or it's over. I'm not messing around.
He's listening.
Hanbal.
My love.
Don't tell them about the money. That's what they want.
That's all you care about?
Of course not.
Why do you think I've taken Macarena hostage?
To make sure nothing happens to you. If they hurt you, she's dead.
Fine. My turn. Let me speak to her.
Tere González overdosed.
We've treated the hypoventilation she had, and put her under observation.
We had Macarena Ferreiro in the ward for four days,
and now she's been discharged.
She's much better, alive by some miracle. She was given a savage beating.
We must be firm.
Any inmate involved in fighting goes straight into solitary. Clear?
I want our rehabilitation initiatives in the press.
Pass these around, please.
Not news of violent deaths and beatings.
And to conclude, you must read this document.
"Junkie, druggie,
Blackfoot, fatty, spic,
balls, fucking bitch, fucking cow, muff diver..."
"Muff diver!"
We need to eradicate this kind of speech from the cell block.
Our vocabulary should be exemplary.
Miranda, excuse me.
I understand, but I'm a doctor,
and I use those kinds of words myself from time to time.
These are recommendations from the European Board,
and I could not agree more.
Come on. This isn't a school.
There's no break time, snacks or school kids...
Miranda, most of them down there are utter bitches.
-Are they? -Yes.
-And what are you doing to fix that? -Me?
Yes, you. Apart from insulting and humiliating them. Well?
Come on. Again with the bickering?
It seems to me, we could spend our time more wisely.
-Sorry. -All right.
Dad.
I'm sorry.
Listen. All of this is my fault. I'm sorry, Dad.
-Maca, you've done nothing wrong. -I'm sorry.
Darling, nothing is going to happen to you.
I'll cut a deal with Zulema.
No, Dad.
Don't make a deal with her.
If you free the Egyptian, we're dead!
Follow these instructions.
Give Hanbal the keys to your car and a cell phone, and release him.
When he calls me from safety, I'll free your daughter.
Zulema! What the fuck are you doing with a phone?
In 40 minutes, the police will come,
-and bring you to Cruz del Sur. -Why? What's going on?
What's going on? You'll see.
So be careful, and don't let the police find my man.
What are you thinking? Give me the phone now.
Curly, what's up? Listen--
Give me the phone, and come with me to the governor's office.
If Hanbal doesn't call, your daughter goes in a body bag.
What's happening? Let me speak to my daughter!
I need you to distract the officers for five minutes.
Okay.
-I'm talking to you. -Move!
-Until we're ready in here. -Okay.
-Thanks. -Leopoldo.
-Fucking move! -Leopoldo, you still there?
Yes.
Have you heard of misoprostol?
-Is she bothering you? -What the fuck are you doing, bitch?
Misoprostol is a little white pill.
Your daughter took one with breakfast before she left the infirmary.
Well, not one, a few.
She didn't notice.
You'd better pray nothing happens to her.
It won't hurt her. The baby, however...
THE ABORTION HAS BEGUN
It will make sure that little Ferreiro doesn't find his way into this world.
Final warning.
Release Hanbal, give him the keys to your car and a cell phone.
Otherwise, in less than an hour,
your daughter will suffer a very sad and painful abortion.
There's still time.
Tell me, Grandpa
What are you going to do?
Keep chasing the money Or save the little one's life?
-Where do you think you're going? -We're talking to you.
Same thing happens in soccer nowadays. Things are so strict on the field--
I'm only asking for a little bit of common sense.
Valbuena, what do you call Estefanía Kabila?
Well... Blackie, darky, niglet, cocoa, Curly...
-A few different things. -But that's discriminatory.
What about this? "I'm going to eat all the black,
and there will only be eyes and teeth left."
An inmate said that to Kabila.
These women provoke me all fucking day, Miranda.
-What do they say, Valbuena? -It's how they say it.
"Valbuena, fancy a blowjob?" "A quick suck?"
Valbuena's right. You should spend the day in my office.
Some of the things you hear are unbelievable.
You've brought along the Mother Teresa's guidebook,
but it doesn't really suit this environment.
Hello, citizens! Listen carefully!
I'm going to play you some music!
What's that?
Oh, my. We must get to the PA system room. A woman is trying to cause some mischief.
Darn it, how naughty.
Governor.
Governor...
Governor.
Governor...
-Governor. -Governor.
Whenever you're ready, Miranda.
Cruz del Sur is an ambitious, experimental reintegration program.
-We've had excellent results. -Sure, it's pretty much Disneyland.
Cut the crap, Miranda, I'm too old for this.
There have been murders, riots and escapes.
I bet you didn't put that in your perfect prison brochure, did you?
These recent events shouldn't tarnish the work
that a whole team have been doing for so long.
Sure.
What exactly is it you want from me?
Explain to me how Zulema got her hands on a Walther P22.
I don't know.
I don't know how she managed to get one.
Governor...
Governor.
Zulema, you know they'll get in here, don't you?
They're going to break through the door and kill you both.
Saray, it's true.
Shut up! They won't get in.
They won't get through because we've got fatso here,
and a gun.
-They won't dare. -Zulema.
It's amazing what money buys you in prison, isn't it?
Zulema, talk to me.
What are you doing?
How did you get that walkie-talkie?
Governor, today is going to drag on.
So, I'd recommend you take off your heels and grab some Xanax.
What are you up to?
Palacios, can you hear me?
Are you in cell block 2? We've got a problem. Palacios?
-Kabila, you can't be in here. -Miranda, listen to her.
Zulema has locked Palacios and Macarena in cell 225.
Get me the governor. I don't give a fuck if she's busy!
An inmate has poisoned my daughter!
Hello? Are you there?
I can't believe it. They've put me on hold.
Keys. We have to get to Cruz del Sur and tell them.
Leopoldo, you'll be too late.
Macarena will have already lost her child.
It's far.
-Too far away, my friend. -Fucking bastard!
After Macarena returned,
Zulema and Saray came in. They threw us both out.
Palacios arrived, and they locked him inside.
They hit him over the head and he fell.
Palacios isn't answering.
I want a live feed from the security cameras in here.
I need to know what's happening in that cell.
Get us a monitor from the control room. Quick.
You win.
Get her to a doctor and have her stomach pumped,
and I'll release him.
No deal, asshole.
Free Hanbal.
Give him a car and a cell phone, otherwise you know what will happen.
The next call I get better be from my boyfriend in the car.
Do what Zulema told you.
Free me...
or Maca loses her kid...
and then she'll be killed.
You can count on it.
-Go and see your mother. -What are you planning?
Nothing he wasn't going to do to us.
Meaning...
Zulema doesn't care about this idiot. She's just using him.
She only cares about the nine million.
If we've got the money, we can negotiate.
I'll never tell you where the money is.
Go.
You think you can scare me? Fool.
It's often said, a father would die for his children.
They never mention...
that he'd also kill for them.
It's going to be all right.
It'll work.
If you kill me, your daughter's life will be worthless.
Answer it.
Hanbal?
I swore to uphold the law, but you've forced my hand.
No!
I'm going to kill your daughter, you son of a bitch.
So much as a scratch, and you'll never see your boyfriend again.
He hung up.
Miranda.
The headcount proves Kabila right. Three of them are missing.
Zulema Zahir, Saray Vargas and Macarena Ferreiro.
They're holed up in 225. There's no word from Palacios.
We need to be discreet. Kabila stays here.
The other inmates can't know what's happening.
Lock the cells.
Attention.
All inmates, return to your cells immediately.
I repeat, all inmates, return to your cells immediately.
Don't touch me! Leave me alone!
What the hell are you doing?
Get off me!
Don't push me!
Miranda, they've got Palacios in there.
Never trust an inmate.
Then why is the mattress against the door?
So that we can't see what they're doing.
They've got Palacios' walkie-talkie, and he's nowhere to be found.
-Miranda, you have to call the police. -No, no.
We're not going to call the police. We don't even know what they want.
We've got everything we need to handle this.
-Seriously? -The last thing we need
is Zulema feeling like the star of the show.
Are you not listening?
That psycho has Palacios. Do you want him to die?
If they'd wanted to hurt him, he'd have died hours ago.
He's there to stop us from storming the cell!
He could be injured. What if they're bleeding him dry?
We don't know if anyone's hurt or if they have weapons.
We've got no fucking idea what's going on!
-I make the decisions! -Come on.
Please, let's calm down. Please.
Nobody is putting Palacios' life in danger.
You already have.
State your full name for the record.
Saray Vargas de Jesús.
How did you hit Palacios?
With two bars of soap.
What the fuck do you mean, "two bars of soap"?
I mean, two bars of soap, a sock, put them inside...
Bam.
I see.
What about this little toy?
No. I had nothing to do with any gun.
Nothing at all. I swear.
Sure, I believe you.
Vargas, do you realize the trouble you're in?
You're an accomplice to what happened in cell 225.
You'd better cooperate.
Are you that scared of Zulema?
I didn't know what would happen in there.
I'm not a murderer.
Sorry, I didn't hear you. Say that again.
Zulema went too far.
Palacios, it's okay.
Palacios.
-Are you all right? -Yes, and you?
-What did they use? -A bar of soap.
For fuck's sake. I've told them before we should use liquid soap.
Saray, loosen the knot around my throat.
I'm suffocating. And I have claustrophobia. Please.
-Not happening. -Please.
Zulema.
Zulema, it's time to stop all this, and save yourself a world of trouble.
Zulema, I forgive you, I swear. It's okay. It's okay.
Zulema.
Zulema, it's Miranda. The governor.
Tell me what you want, and why you did this.
You see...
the days in here are long and boring, so I had to do something.
Listen closely. I want to speak to Palacios.
Miranda.
-Miranda. -Antonio, are you okay? Are you injured?
Yes, I'm okay.
They hit me over the head, but I'm okay.
Stay calm.
We'll get you out of there unscathed. I promise.
I want to ask you...
Don't tell my mother I'm in here.
-Please, I don't want to worry her. -Jesus Christ.
Happy?
Okay, now my turn.
Put the "Radetzky March" on through the prison speakers.
-What? -The "Radetzky March."
I love it.
Then I'll tell you the rest of my demands.
Understood?
Bye.
Go. Don't take any unnecessary risks.
Before going in, I want all inmates out of the line of fire.
All of them. Use gas, tranquilizer darts, whatever.
Palacios' safety is our priority, understood?
What about Macarena and the baby?
Shut up, Curly.
You bitch! You only care about your officer!
You don't give a shit about Macarena, right?
He's worth something, and we're just dirt?
-Get off me! -Shut up!
Put on the "Radetzky March." I want to hear it on the speakers now!
Listen.
I've got an amazing audience. Do you like Christmas?
Judging by your face, you probably don't.
It doesn't exist in my culture, but I still love it.
They are at the gate. Three of them.
We should never...
Do you hear me? Never stop believing in the Three Wise Men.
On my count of three, open 225.
Don't you think?
One...
Saray, move.
Governor, enjoy the music. Christmas came early this year.
Two...
Bitch!
Fucking bitch!
Attention. The inmates are armed.
The inmates are armed. Valbuena's been shot.
Come here!
Let go! Let it go!
Here's your fucking gun!
-Stop! -Governor.
Thank you so much for the "Radetzky March."
It got me going.
-How did Zulema get a gun? -Hello.
A fine mess you're overseeing here, Governor.
It must be more spectacular in Mexican prisons, right, Jalapeño?
They prefer to set guards on fire.
Turn that fucking Christmas music off.
Zulema is armed.
And we all know how dangerous she is.
This is attrition warfare, and we can't make any mistakes.
Especially because there's an officer in there.
Tell me about the inmates in that cell.
Background, behavior, habits, if their shit is hard or soft.
Someone phone their families, it could prove useful.
Send a patrol car to Leopoldo Ferreiro's house.
I want him here. Use force if necessary.
-He's got answers. -The assault team is en route.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a hostage situation.
A hostage situation that will require us to be at our best.
The use of force isn't an option,
so we're going to wait and negotiate.
Let's get to work!
Fuck this.
Mr. Valbuena, what do you believe Zulema wanted to achieve?
Do you know how much a Cruz del Sur prison officer gets paid?
€1,500.
For that amount, I spend my days next to scumbags.
Forcing psychopaths to respect me. Grabbing murderers by the arm.
Murderers who spit on me. I put up with all their shit.
Please answer the question.
What do you believe Zulema wanted to achieve?
I have no fucking clue, Inspector. I don't know.
What I do know is I'm never risking my life again
when one of these crazy bitches decides to take another hostage.
That's your job, isn't it?
Then fucking do it.
Where do you think Zulema got that gun?
Sorry, I don't want to sound rude, but I'll be clear.
She probably got it from her cunt.
Well, not hers, but from someone's cunt.
Could you elaborate on that so the central office will understand?
Look, all sorts of things get smuggled in here.
Cocaine, heroin, hashish, cameras, nail polish...
You know what the Gypsies say? The Gypsies in here?
"If an eight-pound baby comes out of there, it can also go in."
Anything else you'd like to know or is that all?
What the hell is this?
What the fuck do you want from me? I really don't understand this shit.
Where the fuck were you? I was in there alone.
Do you think it's worth the money?
Fucking hell.
Now the other ankle.
Dad.
The police are at the door. What should I say?
They can't know we've got the Egyptian here.
Compose yourself and see what they want.
Are you going to tell me where the money is?
Hello, how can I help?
The joints of one ankle are already smashed,
which is a shame, because once they break, they don't heal.
Now I'm going to do the other ankle, and after that, the knees.
It's up to you when we stop.
Shout, and I'll kill you right here and now.
The money...
The money is...
The money...
If you're lying, I'll come back and kill you.
It won't be for my daughter, it'll be for me.
They're gone.
They know Zulema kidnapped Maca.
Castillo wants you to go to Cruz del Sur.
He told me where the money is. I'm calling Zulema to negotiate.
We've still got time to save the baby.
It's okay. Everything's going to be all right.
Stay here. I need you to watch him.
Macarena. Are you okay?
Saray, please, take this thing off my neck.
I can't breathe. I'm having an anxiety attack.
Please.
Please, Zulema.
Shut up. I'm not going to untie you.
Zulema, can you hear me? It's Castillo.
From now on you'll be speaking to me.
What the fuck do you want?
-Castillo, what a surprise. -What are you up to, Zulema?
What am I up to?
I want a helicopter on the roof.
No shit.
I want two 20-year-old Caribbean girls in tight little bikinis.
We both know you're not after a helicopter because you know you've got no chance.
So I'll tell you what's going to happen.
We're not going to burst in because you've got Palacios and a gun.
And soon, you'll get tired, thirsty and hungry. But we won't.
And although we can't see inside,
there are men with heat sensors who'll tell us if you're
sleeping, awake or on your period.
In a nutshell, you come out voluntarily or I'll force you out.
-Is that clear? -Noted.
This is all about Macarena. Otherwise they would not be in there.
I think so, too.
Zule, we have to give ourselves up.
We have to give ourselves up.
No.
-Before it's too late. -It's already too late.
Hanbal.
Zulema?
This isn't the call I was expecting.
Your daughter is writhing in pain on the floor.
Hanbal told me where the money is.
I don't believe you.
In the 4x4. It didn't take too long to get it out of him.
Two bones and a joint.
He decided it wasn't worth the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Not even for €9 million.
Listen, butcher.
I hope it was worth never seeing your grandson,
because you just killed him.
I know the child can't be saved.
But I can assure you I'll be the death of you.
You're used to everyone being scared of you.
Now you're going to know what that feels like
because you'll be scared of me.
What did he say?
I don't want files, Doctor. I want to know who's in there,
-and how I can get to them. -Okay.
Saray Vargas.
She's Zulema's cellmate and accomplice.
The bitch has friends?
She's the closest thing Zulema has to a friend.
-They're always together and united. -Cute.
The Gypsy and the Arab. It's like a fucking Benetton ad.
Saray is very visceral, racial.
She's got no violent crimes to her name.
She lives purely on instinct and impulse.
However, she attends therapy, participates and is receptive to treatment.
I'd even say that, deep down, she's not a bad girl.
Would she kill an officer if Zulema told her to?
In a situation like this, it's unpredictable.
Zulema. I'm afraid we all know who she is.
I must say, her life story is fascinating.
She has an overinflated opinion of herself.
Her nature, her coldheartedness and her narcissism
guide her criminal mind, that's for sure.
The only thing she cares about is herself.
That's it. She's a person with no morals.
Very confident, very intelligent, calculating, vengeful.
Her only goal in life at the moment is to get back her freedom.
Let's not forget, she's hurt herself to escape,
and is ready to kill at a moment's notice.
Zulema, you bitch. Hurt Maca and you die!
-Your girlfriend. -I'll cut your head off
-and dismember you. -Who let this Negress in here? Shit.
-Get her out! -Get off me!
-If you don't do something, I'll kill her! -Get out!
Get off me!
Castillo, man, don't say "Negress." It's "Afro-American."
Afro-American.
Saray.
When it was me Curly cared about, everything was better.
And lastly...
Macarena Ferreiro.
She's in there, too, but we don't have much of a file on her.
She's a typical case of personality disorder.
She's not the most violent, aggressive or dangerous person,
but her instability can make her do anything.
Castillo.
-Macarena's father is here. -Bring him in. Let's gauge his reaction.
Free her! Saray, can't you see she's dying?
Please, get a doctor!
Zulema. You've got me, what more do you want? Zulema--
-Zulema, please! -Shut up.
Blondie, you want some morphine?
It helps me with the burn pains.
I need a doctor.
My baby...
-Something's wrong. -Everything's going wrong.
Everything's going wrong.
I'll tell you something else, the breakfast in prisons are deadly.
What the fuck's happening to her?
-Shall I continue? -Yes.
In this case, I think prison
has strengthened Macarena's manipulative character,
and worsened her psychological disorders.
I've requested and am waiting to give a detailed psychological analysis.
What I can add for now is, following my analyses and what I've seen,
she has clear tendencies towards bipolarity and a lack of morality.
That's my daughter.
You should know that, since arriving in prison,
she's been continuously harassed by inmates and officers.
She's no saint.
But I assure you, you've got her wrong.
I didn't mean to offend, especially considering the situation.
I apologize for being so tactless.
Where did you get the gun you used to shoot Valbuena?
The gun?
Right, the gun.
Did someone give it to you during a visit?
Shit.
What do you do with your gun when you get home, Inspector?
Do you just put it in the drawer?
No, I stick it up my ass.
Some cops...
use their standard-issue gun at home with their wives.
Are you one of those?
I'm sure you are.
I can see it.
During breakfast, "Orange jam, strawberry jam...
This bitch can't remember which jam I like.
I'm going to lose it." And then you start thinking...
"I'm going to put this gun in her fucking mouth,
and I'm going to shoot. Who would care?"
Answer the question. Who gave you the gun?
Let's make a deal.
I tell you who gave me the gun...
and you tell me if you hit your wife.
Go fuck yourself.
Wait. You should pay for sex more often.
Men who use the services of prostitutes are less likely to hit their wives.
You should do something about that hate you feel towards men.
Or it will ruin your beautiful love story with the Egyptian.
Long-distance story, that is.
That's a good one.
Put her back in the hole.
Easy, easy, I'm going.
Just end it. Kill me.
Your father is vicious and sadistic.
It's all over.
We have the money.
It's not over. It will never be over.
What have you done?
Dad tortured him.
They've kidnapped Macarena.
They've locked her in one of the cells.
They're forcing an abortion on her.
What?
With an abortive drug, but she doesn't know.
Dad's already there.
Mom.
We had to get the location of the money from this bastard to save the child.
And we've got it.
Castillo, may I have a word with you, please?
Why haven't you gone into the cell yet? Get her out of there!
We can't, you know that. It'd be messy.
They've also taken a prison officer hostage. It's too risky.
So why don't you tell me what's going on?
It's no coincidence your daughter is a hostage.
Answer it.
INCOMING CALL
It's Zulema, right?
Yes.
She's negotiating with me, not you.
They've poisoned my daughter to abort the baby.
My baby...
If you don't get in there, the baby will die.
Give me the phone. Don't make me take it from you.
Leopoldo, my friend, I've got to sort this out.
What's Zulema after?
The Egyptian's freedom.
Where do you have him?
When Maca is out of that cell, I'll tell you where the Egyptian is.
All I care about is my daughter.
Don't make me take it, come on.
Let me call my wife first.
Macarena, are you okay?
I'm calling him.
Say something.
Macarena, are you okay?
Shit.
Get a doctor! Get a doctor!
She's bleeding! Saray, do something, please!
Please! Get a doctor, for the love of God!
Get a doctor!
Once the bleeding starts...
-the abortion is irreversible. -Abortion?
-What do you mean, "abortion"? -What do I mean?
Blondie...
I kept my word.
The child is dead.
But this could have been avoided.
Gentlemen, I need everyone out for a minute.
Come on.
No, you stay.
-I'm sorry, Miranda. It's necessary. -It's all right.
Fabio, you, too.
No.
I'm not leaving.
I know what you're thinking, and it's too dangerous.
Palacios is in there. I'm not leaving, Castillo.
As soon as Zulema finds out what you're planning,
she'll kill them all. You know that.
-Get off me! -Shut up! The inspector is in charge.
Leopoldo?
They're not entering the cell. They're going to wait.
And the baby?
Encarna, it looks like she's already lost the baby.
I told Castillo about the Egyptian.
Leave the house and go to a hotel.
I'll take responsibility for what's happened.
It's only fair.
I love you.
-Come on, Mom. You heard him. -Yes.
I need to grab a few things. Go and get me a suitcase, please.
Okay.
The unit is ready.
An abortion?
You poisoned her?
Answer it.
Without telling me?
That's not right.
Keep her on the phone as long as you can.
-Leopoldo? Leopoldo. -That's not right.
Are you there?
Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?
There were police officers.
I see. Are you alone?
Or with Castillo?
Keep her talking.
Listen carefully.
Use every last euro to disappear.
Because when I get to you,
and rest assured I will...
I'm going to kill you very slowly...
until you've lost all dignity.
It's unpleasant.
I know what I'm talking about.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, butcher.
I only care about my daughter.
You've won, Zulema.
I'll free him.
It's done. Let's go!
Let's go!
-Come on! -Careful. I've got this one.
-Palacios, can you hear me? -Is he conscious?
-Quick, Doctor. -I'm untying you.
I got this one. Take care of her.
-Okay. -Come on.
-Check her pulse. -Are you okay?
What did they do to you?
Call an ambulance.
Get an ambulance.
Quiet!
My baby... My baby...
The baby has no heartbeat.
We need to get her to a hospital or we'll lose her, too. Let's go!
Hurry up!
Mom, what are you doing?
We need to go.
Come on, let's go.
I can't leave your father.
I've killed that man.
ON THE NEXT EPISODE
Anything else?
Well, just out of curiosity...
who's got the money?
You've forced his hand! You're an idiot!
For fuck's sake, Dad! What else can he do now?
I'm not crazy!
I'm going to kill you!
What the fuck have you done?
You bitch!
Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández