Fabio, this woman has serious problems.
She concocted a visit with a boyfriend who was actually bringing her drugs.
You are a prisoner, and I am a guard who is sickened by you.
Don't ever forget that.
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.
Hanbal. Are you going to answer me or not?
Hanbal!
Have you heard of misoprostol?
It will make sure that little Ferreiro...
THE ABORTION HAS BEGUN
...doesn't find his way into this world.
Give Hanbal the keys to your car and a cell phone, and release him.
Otherwise, in less than an hour,
your daughter will suffer a very sad and painful abortion.
Zulema doesn't care about this idiot.
She only cares about the nine million.
If we've got the money, we can negotiate.
Send a patrol car to Leopoldo Ferreiro's house.
I want him here.
The money...
Macarena.
Macarena, are you okay?
Shit.
Get a doctor! Get a doctor!
The child is dead.
It looks like she's already lost the baby.
I told Castillo about the Egyptian.
I'll take responsibility for what's happened.
It's only fair.
An abortion?
You poisoned her?
It's done. Let's go!
We need to get her to a hospital or we'll lose her, too. Let's go!
I've killed that man.
May I?
I thought you quit after the bypass.
That's why I want one.
First, I want to tell you how sorry I am
that we couldn't do more for your daughter.
How is she?
I don't know.
I've been in here for over 24 hours.
You know how this works, Leopoldo.
-Are you recording? -Yes.
The judge imposed a gag order,
which means that neither you nor your family
can make any kind of statement or reveal any information
related to Hanbal Hamadi or Zulema Zahir.
I know exactly how all this works.
Until we've questioned the rest of your family,
you and your wife will remain in the State Security Office--
To stop us from agreeing on common alibis and witness statements.
Can we get on with it, please?
I'd like to get out of here as soon as possible.
Very well.
The day your daughter was kidnapped, you told me you had the Egyptian.
When Maca is out of that cell, I'll tell you where the Egyptian is.
My daughter had been kidnapped and was bleeding to death.
-I'd have confessed to anything. -Okay.
That's why Forensics went to your house, and turned it upside down.
Did they find what they were looking for?
No. They didn't find anything.
Unfortunately, there had been a fire.
They're still investigating whether or not it was deliberate.
Yes, I know.
Clearly, no burnt corpse was found,
and we couldn't get a valid DNA sample after the fire.
That's why when the judge asked me what you could be charged with,
I told him I didn't know.
Maybe kidnapping with grievous bodily harm...
maybe murder...
maybe misappropriation of €9 million.
But all I have is that on February 20th,
you received three multimedia files from a prison officer's stolen phone.
Palacios.
And that the antenna source for that phone is in Cruz del Sur.
So, why not tell me what happened from the beginning?
-How are you today? -Better.
I saw a cat this morning.
-It was there. -A cat?
Maybe it was a reflection, or a shadow...
or your imagination.
You're still suffering the effects of post-traumatic stress.
What's that?
They're preparing for mass.
It's Sunday.
I like it.
It reminds me of school.
Macarena, I know...
what you went through was terrible.
But you're okay, and that's good.
Your body was not harmed, especially your organs.
Do you know what that means?
That you'll be able to have babies whenever you want.
I swear, when I couldn't hear your baby's heartbeat...
it broke my heart.
It's really very strange because...
nothing like that has ever happened to me in my career, ever.
I know that you must feel vulnerable and empty right now. That's normal.
But I want you to know you can count on me, for anything.
I'm going to be right by your side.
For whatever you need.
I mean it.
I'll tolerate you trying to rape me...
but don't try to be my friend.
And much less mean it.
What a nice surprise!
-I want to talk to you. -Of course. Hello, sweetie.
Looks like she's upset.
Are you going to the office? It's Sunday.
The suit? I have a meeting with a man who's only free today.
Are you in love with me, Román?
Of course I'm in love with you. We're getting married.
That's something people do for love. Or for money, but not in our case.
Of course he isn't in love with you, Mom. That's obvious.
Be quiet, Lucía. Go and play over there.
Further away, Lucía.
I don't think you're in love with me either.
Why do you say that?
Why?
You've canceled on the wedding menu tasting several times.
You haven't even opened the e-mail I sent you with the invitations.
Román, you only pick up one in ten of my calls.
Not to mention I can't even remember the last time we made love.
You're right, darling. You're absolutely right.
But I've been very stressed.
-No, that's not-- -It's true, Lidia.
Besides, you know the garage burnt down.
You're very distant. You don't even come and see Lucía.
-I was coming to see her today. -Come on.
I was, Lidia. Believe me.
-She has a birthday party. -Perfect.
I'll pick her up. Just tell me where she'll be.
In your dreams!
If you want to cancel the wedding, tell me now. Please.
I don't want to cancel anything, Lidia.
I want to marry you.
-It's in two weeks. -I know.
I know it is.
Darling, I have to go now, really.
We'll talk later, okay?
I'll see you later, sweetie. I'll be picking you up.
No!
I love you.
Bye, love. Send me the address.
Yes, my daughter found Yolanda Montero's SIM card in jail,
and sent me the photos.
Why did you deny it when I asked you?
Because they'd kidnapped my son. There was real danger.
The Egyptian attacked me as I left the hardware store in Collado Villalba.
I'll get the security camera footage.
-What happened next? -He drove for about 30 minutes.
When he stopped and opened the trunk, I managed to escape.
I suppose he left the car in the vacant lot
where you found it later.
Why didn't you report the abduction?
We went to report it.
But we thought we were putting Macarena and ourselves in danger.
There's work to be done. We have to buy another shovel.
Then you decided to give him what he wanted and keep quiet.
Not exactly.
Let's just say he came to my house armed to the teeth to get it.
Since this happened to Maca, I've been suffering from depression.
And I take sedatives.
I'm not sure what happened. You seem to know more than me.
It's a miracle I'm alive.
Were you ever in possession of the money?
-Never. -Never.
How did the garage catch fire?
-There were two cans of petrol. -Why were they in the garage?
-For the lawnmower. -For the lawnmower.
The containers burnt within a few seconds. I don't know why.
When I noticed the fire, I used up all three extinguishers.
I think you used up the extinguishers
when you saw that the fire was spreading to the house.
May I go now?
-I'm meeting a client. -It's Sunday.
Yes, but this customer couldn't meet any other day.
-Do you have anything to add? -No.
As far as I'm concerned, your interview is over.
-I need you to be reachable at all times. -Of course.
It all looks very nice, Sole. Thank you.
Thank you, Father.
You'd better learn. I won't live forever.
How are you, Maca?
What made you start believing in God?
I needed someone to forgive me for what I'd done.
Okay.
Well, that isn't really what I need.
Do you know what prison is?
It's a branch of hell.
We're all in here because we made bad decisions.
-Some worse than others. -Yes.
I could have gotten divorced, but instead I killed him.
And when you kill someone...
you start rolling down the slope to perdition.
You roll downhill like a snowball. Getting bigger as you go.
Just like that. And you can't stop.
You only stop to aim and pull the trigger again.
Becoming more of a bitch. Losing your identity.
But you have to stop.
And you have to forgive, and break out of the vicious circle.
Father.
When are you going to let us liven up Sunday mass a little?
-Whenever you like, Sole. -Really?
Mari Carmen, play us something lively. Make it a good one.
-Oh, Lord -Oh, Lord
-You forgave me -You forgave her
Come, forgive everyone else
-Oh, Lord -Oh, Lord
-Let me dance -Let her dance
I want to rejoice in Cruz del Sur
Sole!
Jesus
Fabio.
I want to see Zulema.
Very good!
Of course I'd like to fall in love.
I miss love, not falling in love.
I'm not sure I'd like my happiness to depend on another person
all of the time.
If I fell in love right now, I'd be so happy.
It's like when you believe in God. It's something to hold on to.
Falling in love is almost like a drug.
When I'm high, I don't have room for anything else.
It's like the only really good thing you've got in here.
Loving and being loved back. Otherwise, it's shit.
Being in love is like a kind of freedom.
I had a friend, let's put it like that.
When I'd been in here about two years,
they were the few happy moments I've had in here.
A nice man to admire me, tell me I'm pretty, love me
-and caress me. -She wants fucking Richard Gere!
You know it!
To kiss me, full on the mouth.
This is getting me going. That's enough.
If the Egyptian had the money,
something doesn't add up.
Why did Zulema want to kidnap your daughter?
She thought I'd kidnapped the Egyptian.
She'd lost contact with him.
He had disappeared, and it seems they were planning an escape.
That's all she told me. It's all I know.
That's where things start to smell a bit fishy.
This bullet was shot from your gun, and was found in your garage.
How do you explain that?
That bullet was fired years ago while I was cleaning a magazine.
Speak to the ballistics specialist.
The fire wiped out any traces of gunpowder.
So we can't find out when it was fired.
It's as if someone knew how to fuck up the forensic evidence.
Román, listen to me. Burn the garage. Did you hear me?
Burn it now and put the sprinklers on.
And memorize word for word
what you and your mother will tell the police.
They'll be there in 15 minutes.
What the hell's wrong with the fucking sprinklers?
I don't know. They started up and won't switch off.
So turn off the main valve, God damn it!
Get a fucking move on!
Any footprint or trace of blood will be fucked now.
Fucking hell!
I thought you'd killed the Egyptian. I was on my way to charge you.
But you were saved when we found this.
It's a security camera video...
from the P-29 industrial area.
Do you recognize it?
It isn't far from where you live.
The guy you see there is Karim Hamadi. The Syrian.
The Egyptian's uncle.
Hitman, drug trafficker and an all-around bastard.
Strange, isn't it, seeing him go into a print store?
But there he is.
Anyone can find themselves in need of a photocopy,
even on a Sunday.
His car's not bad, is it?
That day, he picked up the Egyptian who'd been hiding there since Friday.
He spent the weekend recovering in this warehouse.
He treated his wounds using the company's first-aid kit,
had something to eat, and called France, where the Syrian had come from.
He had a leg wound.
Was it a bullet? An accident?
We don't know.
But if you thought you had problems, they just got much worse.
Karim and Hanbal.
That bastard's alive.
And that's the only reason I'm not putting you in prison.
But listen carefully.
I'll be requesting 24-hour surveillance on you.
If I find out he approaches you, or that you talk to him,
or if I see anything strange going on with you or your family, I'll destroy you.
Very well.
Anything else?
Well, just out of curiosity...
who's got the money?
Macarena Ferreiro has asked to see Zulema Zahir.
What did you tell her?
That she's in solitary and not allowed any visitors, but she insisted.
She says she needs to speak with her.
This is crazy.
Macarena, you can still change your mind.
Do you think she wants to hurt Zulema?
No, I don't.
Should I get a female officer to frisk you?
You can do it yourself.
There are times when victims have to confront their attackers
in order to overcome their trauma.
You've probably seen it with victims of terrorism or abuse.
This behavior is a direct consequence
of the post-traumatic stress she suffered after the kidnapping,
and losing her baby.
I fear she may be having a psychotic episode.
A serious one.
A psychotic episode?
Just because she wants to see Zulema?
Okay, you can turn around now.
Not just because of that. To give you an idea, this morning,
I went to check on her, and she said she'd woken during the night,
and there was a cat looking at her. Ferreiro isn't well.
You mustn't approach or touch her.
You only have four minutes.
I'd already diagnosed bipolar disorder,
but I'm afraid that this is much more serious.
From the symptoms, I'd say this is paranoid schizophrenia.
Made even worse by this episode she's having.
I've never noticed any strange behavior from her.
I'm a psychiatrist, Miranda.
Macarena, are you really sure you want to do this?
I don't think she'll do anything to Zulema.
The problem is that she may try and harm herself.
Suicidal tendencies are very common with this condition.
Let's keep her under observation.
Keep her in the infirmary a few more days until she's better.
In my opinion, she should be transferred urgently
to the Penitentiary Psychiatric Hospital in Alicante.
-That's what I'd do. -No.
No, Carlos. Let's wait.
Okay.
Zulema.
I told you that if anything happened to my baby,
I'd fuck up your life.
But I've realized that...
I don't want to stop being who I am.
So, I want you to know that I forgive you.
I'll show you where you can put that spoon, you bitch.
Let me finish, please.
Now...
all I want is to be able to move on...
with no hard feelings...
and be at peace.
And not rise to your provocations.
Palacios.
At peace.
Macarena. Macarena, please.
Macarena, clean yourself up a bit.
Palacios, could you leave us alone for a moment?
Please.
Macarena, would you mind telling me what's going on?
Why did you let her humiliate you like that?
And Sandoval? Why did you slap him this morning?
Fabio.
Palacios.
Is everything all right?
Ferreiro?
-What happened? -What you'd expect.
Zulema hurled mashed potato at her,
-and it went all over the place. -It doesn't matter.
I came here to forgive her, not to look for trouble.
I have no interest in that woman now.
So, are you okay?
Yes, perfectly fine.
-Should I wash it for you? -You can keep it.
Thank you.
Governor, a cat got into the prison.
I saw it early in the morning, and later, I heard it meowing...
on the roof of the chapel.
Very well.
We'll look for it, okay?
Those bastards have taken the car.
Why didn't you come sooner? Why?
Very good, Sole. We're done.
-You can get dressed now. -Okay.
-Can you manage? -Yes.
Tell me, Sole. Are you taking all your medication?
Yes. And running as much as I can, and doing plenty of walking.
What's the reading?
25% ejection fraction.
Only 25%?
You could say this little car is struggling a bit with hills.
Isn't there a treatment that could help with that?
Not as far as I'm aware.
But I'll speak to your cardiologist, nevertheless.
Sole, I'm afraid that if no transplant organ becomes available,
things will get more serious. Do you understand?
Back home, there are cars that have been going up hills since 1950,
and they're still going strong.
But then, they have great motors.
Don't wait for that transplant.
I won't.
See you later.
-Bye, Sole. -Bye.
I think we need to talk.
About what?
I've put you in danger.
I haven't been honest with you,
but there's a good reason for everything I've done.
I know.
You did what you had to do.
If only I'd done my part, too.
What part?
I thought I'd killed that man, but I'm useless. I couldn't do it.
If you'd been here, it would have gone according to plan.
What would have gone according to plan?
I'm sorry about what's happened, but I'm not a killer.
That man will be back.
I don't care what happens to me.
But he's going to come after our children.
You started all this because of them.
You can't stop now, halfway through.
I know you won't.
If you ask me to kill Zulema, I will.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Why not?
Because you'd get many more years, and I'm getting fond of you.
Good.
If that's the reason, then okay.
But don't think for a minute that I can't handle that bitch.
I'd make short work of her.
Besides, I've forgiven her.
You've forgiven the crazy bitch who killed your child?
What's happening here?
What?
What's happening between us?
What do you want to happen?
What are our options?
Let's see...
There are lots of things we could be.
We could be good friends,
we could be good friends who fuck
or we could be lovers,
which is like the other options, but cooler.
Okay.
Okay to what?
Let's be that.
Lovers.
But let me warn you that the lesbian thing is a bit beyond me.
It doesn't matter.
We're not in a hurry.
The thing is, I've never done that.
You've never done what?
You know, I've never done that...
and I've never even thought about it.
You mean you've never eaten pussy?
Yes.
That doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
I saw a cat this morning in the infirmary.
It was looking at me.
Really?
Yes.
But they all think I'm delusional.
It is a bit weird.
Maybe Sandoval turns into a cat at night to pounce on cats in heat.
There it is.
Maca, what are you doing?
Will you get down from there?
Hey!
-Get down, for God's sake! -Ferreiro!
Climb up! Climb up!
-Ferreiro is climbing onto the roof. -Get down, please!
I need help.
An inmate is climbing onto the roof.
She's within range.
Come down now, or I'll put you in fucking solitary.
Fucking Arab bitch.
Fucking Arab bitch!
We're neighbors now.
You poisoned Macarena, and you didn't tell me.
Fucking cow.
You forgot, did you?
You set the fucking thing up so that the blonde would miscarry,
and you forget to tell me about it?
We don't have to tell each other everything.
We're not lovers.
We're not...
We're not lovers?
Zulema, you know what?
Children are sacred.
If you were in here, I'd bash your fucking head in.
Don't you have anything to say?
Okay, then. Well, I do.
You're a lying bitch.
I've lost all respect for you.
All of it.
You can't be forgiven by God.
God can't forgive what you did.
And Zulema...
I'm going to testify against you. I'm going to tell them everything.
So don't ever speak to me again, because as far as I'm concerned,
you're dead to me.
How much is there?
€7.3 million. There's more than 1.5 million missing.
The Egyptian must have used it to prepare for Zulema's escape.
To pay for the hitmen, the weapons, and all that.
Okay, so we'll take the million we need for the bail,
and we'll return the rest. Let's get this settled now.
Son, what's wrong?
Lidia came to see me this morning.
She thinks I'm not in love with her.
She called me to say...
that she won't marry me.
All this will be over soon.
-You have to pay her more attention. -More attention?
When can I pay her more attention, Dad?
While I'm kidnapping murderers, shooting them down,
burning down my own house to conceal evidence
or while I'm stealing money
to pay for my sister's bail and sort out her life
while my own life is falling apart?
How long is it until the wedding?
-Two weeks. -Two weeks?
Macarena, we think you're suffering from post-traumatic stress.
Not only from losing your baby, but because of recent events.
The kidnapping, your father's stroke
and the violent episodes of which you've been a victim.
What does that have to do with the cat?
It has to do with the fact that the cat only exists...
in your imagination, Macarena.
A psychotic episode can cause visions, fantasies, negative thoughts.
I don't have negative thoughts.
I saw a cat and wanted to catch it to prove it existed, all right?
Yes.
Fabio?
No. No one else saw the cat.
-Does that mean I'm crazy? -No. It doesn't.
But you entered a secure area where there were marksmen
who give one warning, then shoot. And you didn't heed the warning.
Did you think I wanted to escape over the barbed wire or something?
I don't know, Macarena. I don't know what you were thinking.
I don't know if you're chasing ghosts or if you really wanted to commit suicide.
Nor do I understand what's going on with Zulema.
What is obvious, and this is what the doctor says...
is that something inside your head is not working properly.
You're suffering from post-traumatic stress,
aggravated by a psychotic episode.
All that worries us, Macarena, is that you may try to harm yourself.
All that matters now is that you get better.
You must go to a hospital where you can get help from a specialist.
Dr. Sandoval recommends that you are transferred
to the Penitentiary Psychiatric Hospital in Alicante.
You want to put me in an insane asylum?
No.
Yes, Governor. You want to put me in an insane asylum.
I am not crazy.
I am not crazy. And you know it.
You know it. Why aren't you telling the truth?
Why are you lying? Why won't you let me live my life?
-Macarena. -Macarena.
Macarena, calm down!
I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy, and you know it!
You're lying!
Tell the truth, you bastard! Tell the truth here and now!
-Tell them what a shit you are! -Shit.
-Hold her. -Put her over here.
It's okay, Macarena. It's okay.
It's all right.
Hello.
I want the money.
Of course, you'll get your money.
But we can come to an agreement.
You stole money that belonged to our family.
We only need one million.
-You can keep the rest. -Tell me one thing, Leopoldo.
How much is my ankle worth? You destroyed it.
And what is the price for your son shooting me?
I'm very sorry about all that.
Listen to me carefully. I was ahead of you before,
now I'm behind you, and that's worse.
So either you give it all to me
or I leave you with nothing. And I'm not just talking about the money.
-Listen carefully! We have the money... -No!
...so we set the terms, you bastard!
Hanbal.
I don't think you've understood. Now I'll show you what I'm made of.
What was that about? Do you know what you've done?
You've threatened a killer. Do you know what that means?
You've forced his hand! You're an idiot!
For fuck's sake, Dad! What else can he do now?
Blow up whichever one of us he gets to first?
You, me, your mother, your sister?
-For fuck's sake! Shit! -No.
I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry. Forgive me, I'm sorry.
-Forgive me. I'll call him back. -Give me that!
The number you have called...
It's turned off.
We'll find the Egyptian and we'll give him back all the money.
We'll end this nightmare once and for all.
How the fuck are we going to find him now, Dad?
I don't know. For now, get this car away from here.
Castillo has ordered surveillance.
In a couple of days, we'll have two cops tailing us night and day.
Okay. Where should I take it?
Take it back to where we found it.
Welcome aboard.
Wait, look.
Do you wish to return to your point of departure?
What would you prefer? Black pussy, white pussy?
Old pussy, young pussy?
-I can survive for a month. -Of course.
One conjugal visit in a month with my man. I leave him dry.
I wouldn't like it at all. I would miss...
a fat cock, pardon my French.
You lose your appetite in here.
Not many. Well, depends. Define "many."
I don't know. Ten or fifteen.
It's like, "Hello? Is anyone there?" You know? I mean...
I fell in love one time.
Every time I see Valbuena... He's crotchety, but...
-Valbuena. Here we go again... -What?
Fabio looks yummy even with his gray hair.
Plus, his skin is so tan.
I'd eat him up. Don't tell me you wouldn't.
-Definitely Fabio. -Fabio.
-Miranda. -Fabio.
Palacios!
What's wrong, Maca?
They sedated me. I feel like a zombie.
At least they didn't put you in solitary.
Maca, what happened?
I saw the cat.
And now they're saying I'm crazy.
You saw it, too, didn't you?
Sandoval says I'm suffering from shock.
Post-traumatic stress.
They want to put me
in the Penitentiary Psychiatric Hospital in Alicante.
I don't remember ever having liked it here,
not even for a single day, but I don't want to leave.
But there are loads of women here nuttier than you.
Ones who've drunk bottles of detergent,
and pulled their hair out, yet they're still here.
Sandoval has it in for me.
And this morning, I slapped him.
Now he's saying I'm having hallucinations...
and that I want to commit suicide.
That guy is a fucking son of a bitch!
No, no, no.
-I'm going to kill him! -No!
-Easy. -No, Curly. Please.
-Son of a bitch. -Please.
Please, listen to me.
Please promise me you won't do anything.
-Maca-- -I'll get out of this, I swear.
They're going to lock you up and sedate you.
You won't even know where the fuck you are.
-My God... -No, please...
Curly, no. Calm down.
Hey, Curly...
Come on, love. Here you go. Lie down properly, come on.
Good God.
How has it got to this, Macarena, my darling?
It's the route the Egyptian took to the bridge where we kidnapped him.
Maybe his hideout is at the starting point.
Where are you going?
Dad, what are you doing?
Dad!
-Fuck. -What's wrong?
Nothing. I was supposed to pick up Lidia's daughter from a party.
Forget it. It doesn't matter. Let's go.
Why does Sandoval dislike Ferreiro so much?
Fabio, Macarena must have gone crazy,
given everything that has happened in here.
I think Sandoval is covering himself by ensuring her safety.
So much so that he's hell-bent on putting her in an insane asylum?
Don't bullshit me, Palacios.
We've seen crazy bitches eating cockroaches.
Okay, but they're destroying that girl in there.
I think she would be better off in a more suitable facility.
-Yeah? -Well, yes.
Look, I myself have gone days without sleeping.
It's not every day you get kidnapped by crazy women, and she--
I understand she has been affected, I do.
But it's not about that. It all seems fishy. Fucking fishy.
I think Sandoval is an oddball.
Yes, Sandoval is very strange. We've already discussed that.
You have to leave him be and not obsess over things, okay?
Fine. I will try to take a calmer approach.
-Isn't it your round? -Fuck, it is.
-Bring some coffee on your way back. -Sure.
Hey!
Listen up! There is a cat in here. A cat.
Macarena has seen it, and they want to put her in a mental hospital.
So, we must find that cat.
Hey! I need you to find that cat.
Chocolate, shut your fucking mouth.
€300 for whoever finds the cat. Come on! I want everybody looking.
Didn't you hear me? Shut your mouth!
-What are you doing? -I'm allergic to fucking cats.
I'm looking for it so you can take it away.
There is no fucking cat, so stop stirring up a hornet's nest.
Understood?
This is fine. But this...
Yes.
-I would like to speak with you. -No, I'm busy.
I'm in the process of organizing a vacation in Alicante for you.
-Do you like it? -It'll only take a minute.
Look. Listen to this.
"The patient who's already been diagnosed with a personality and bipolar disorder,
is currently suffering from PTSD
as a result of a violent kidnapping during which she was poisoned,
and lost her growing fetus.
Her previous symptoms have worsened
with psychotic outbursts and hallucinations."
-I haven't seen any cat. -"With a severe state of depression,
-strange behavior, suicidal tendencies..." -I want to apologize for this morning.
-"...we are forced to request..." -For slapping you.
"...the transfer to the Penitentiary Psychiatric Hospital."
But I learned my lesson.
And for tarnishing my reputation, what about that?
Even Fabio doubted me.
I'm sorry if I have damaged your reputation. I'm really sorry...
I almost lost my job because of your bullshit.
...if someone has questioned your professionalism because of me.
You think coming here with an apology and a little smile
will fix everything, huh?
You think that's your only punishment?
How else do you want to punish me?
An exemplary punishment. A punishment, I don't know...
One that will make me feel like calling you soon
to bring you back from Alicante.
One.
Two.
-What? -Two.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Macarena, get dressed and get out of here.
-Where do you think you're going? -I don't--
Here, kitty.
Now, you have two options.
Report me for assault, which I will counter with another report
of instances of sexual abuse, rape, harassment,
and the whole fucking criminal code.
Or two: Keep your mouth shut,
and don't touch a single hair on another inmate's head again.
Because next time, I'll kill you in an alley.
Vargas.
Get out.
Hands.
Your lawyer is waiting for you upstairs.
-Come on. -Saray.
Saray, you're going to leave without looking me in the eyes.
Saray, look me in the eyes.
Valbuena, let me go and speak to her, for God's sake.
-Saray! -One minute.
You can get me in trouble for this. Do you know that?
Let me speak to her, and I'll owe you a favor.
Stay there.
Quickly.
I don't want God's forgiveness.
You bitch!
You bitch! You bitch!
I'm going to kill you!
-Open that fucking door! -Let's go!
-I'm going to kill you! -Shut up!
You bitch!
In 60 feet, turn left,
and you will have arrived at your destination.
Stop, stop, stop.
That's the car from the video the police showed me.
That's the Egyptian and his uncle.
-Should we get out? -No. It's too dangerous here.
Let's follow them until we reach somewhere more crowded.
-You're losing them. -Dad, we're in his damn car!
May I?
What have you done?
What the fuck have you done?
Look, I'd have gone to the infirmary,
but I would have beat the shit out of you and called the police.
Tell me what the fuck you've done!
Do you trust me?
Yes or no?
Of course I do.
Then shut the fuck up,
and get some bandages from the first aid kit.
I told you strange things were happening here.
And I was right.
REWIND
Nothing? Have we not found Mr. Pussycat?
What pussycat, Sole? What pussycat?
There is no fucking cat here. This is a prison.
Macarena saw it.
You need to have faith.
In what? In what?
In this fucking system that is going to throw Macarena in an insane asylum?
Or in your fucking God who works miracles?
Because if he does work them, he should perform one.
Or two.
Miranda, I want you to see something. Sit down, please.
These images are from 5:38 a.m. yesterday.
In the infirmary. Pay close attention.
-A cat. -Indeed.
Fuck.
We were gaslighting her.
No, we were about to send her to that hellhole in Alicante,
but as a sane person.
-I'm going to speak to Sandoval. -Wait, call him on his cell.
He had something to do and he left.
-How is it going, Miranda? -Carlos.
Fabio and Palacios have just discovered from the security tapes
-that there was a cat in the prison. -Really?
-Well, that's great. -Damn it, Carlos.
We were about to send that girl to a psychiatric hospital!
You know what, Miranda? Psychiatry isn't math.
Okay, well...
I assume you did what you had to do.
Out of good judgment.
I'll call the prison institutions.
Luckily, we caught it just in time. See you later.
Bye. Bye.
Doctor! Doctor!
-What happened? -Call someone!
Someone come urgently. Dr. Sandoval has had an accident.
Fuck, they've stopped.
They've spotted us.
I'm going to give them the money.
-I'll go with you. -No.
You stay in the car, son.
Quick, get in!
Lucía!
ON THE NEXT EPISODE
Where is the Egyptian?
He has a hideout he always goes back to.
Run before I catch you
Run away and play
We'll all be dead one day
Don't move!
Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández