I'm afraid if we can't find a heart for the transplant,
the situation will be critical.
Have you heard of misoprostol?
It will make sure that little Ferreiro...
THE ABORTION HAS BEGUN
...doesn't find his way into this world.
Release Hanbal.
Otherwise, in less than an hour,
your daughter will suffer a very sad and painful abortion.
Zulema doesn't care about this idiot.
If we've got the money, we can negotiate.
The child is dead.
It looks like she's already lost the baby.
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.
I've killed that man.
When you kill someone,
you start rolling down the slope to perdition.
Becoming more of a bitch. Losing your identity.
What's happening between us?
There are lots of things we could be.
Let's be that. Lovers.
I'm going to testify against you. I'm going to tell them everything.
Of course, you'll get your money.
We only need one million.
Either you give it all to me or I leave you with nothing.
-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.
Macarena, get dressed and get out of here.
-Where do you think you're going? -I don't--
I don't want God's forgiveness.
You bitch! You bitch!
Quick, get in!
Lucía!
Lucía's absence is the most bitter of pills
that you will ever have to swallow in this lifetime.
God tells us not to lose strength,
not to give in to despair.
He gives reassurance, knowing that she's now in his presence.
The Lord has decided Lucía's time on Earth has come to an end.
Such small coffins shouldn't exist.
It's not right.
We're not to blame for this, son.
When an innocent child leaves this world...
Do you think I should tell Lidia that I know who ran Lucía over?
Would it help?
At least she wouldn't spend the rest of her life
asking herself who killed her daughter in a hit-and-run.
No, no, no.
Lucía.
I was told you wanted to speak with me.
Yes, but alone.
Of course. Do you want a razor blade, too?
Fabio, please.
Leave us.
Nothing is going to happen.
It's your call.
I'll be right outside.
-What do you want? -How many?
How many days have I been here?
Ten days.
Is that all?
Lying down...
sitting...
standing, restless.
And...
I wanted...
to tell you I made a mistake.
I'm sorry for the pain I've caused and sorry for the kidnapping.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It got out of hand.
I'm asking for forgiveness.
I just wanted you to know.
Where did you get the gun from?
It was smuggled in three years ago, through the kitchen by a fruit supplier.
We made him do it.
Since then, it's been hidden behind a tile in the bathroom.
I will testify to everything in trial.
I've lost.
And I know how to lose.
How do I know you're telling me the truth?
Because I'm giving you my word.
And I've never given you that before, have I?
Please.
Do you not have respect for anything?
We've just buried a little girl.
I'm very sorry, Román. Really.
Well, if you're sorry, fuck off.
-We are here to protect you. -Protect us?
Like you protected Lucía?
She was leaving a birthday party and some son of a bitch ran her over.
-Is that how you'll protect us? -Calm down, son.
Fuck off, Castillo.
Hello, Miranda.
-Zulema is out of solitary. -Thanks.
Excuse me.
Where did that wreath come from?
From the cemetery's florist.
LUCÍA, HANBAL WILL NOT FORGET YOU
I don't know what bullshit you told the governor to get released,
but to me, you're still the same bitch you've always been.
I don't know what you're up to,
but tread carefully because I'm not going to let you out of my sight.
Just because you see me in the same light doesn't mean I haven't changed.
Of course.
The Virgin Mary revealed herself to you and made you a good Christian.
Saint Zulema.
Something like that.
Zulema is returning home.
Two, two.
-Zulema. -Look, Zulema's been released.
-Is that Zulema? -What's she doing here?
Saray! Zulema!
Hey!
That woman shouldn't be here!
All of you know she killed a baby. We should beat her to a pulp.
Slaughterer!
Slaughterer! Slaughterer!
This is your audience.
The child is dead.
Hey.
Are you okay?
It's just a nightmare. Everything is fine.
You had a nightmare.
It's over.
It's fine. It's over.
Come here. Come here.
Nothing bad is going to happen to you. It's okay.
Come, lie down here.
You are so pretty.
What's wrong?
Come. Come here.
We have to take it slower, okay?
What's wrong?
My mind is blocked.
It's over. Everything is fine.
-I can't. -It's okay, you hear me?
Fuck, man. It's going to pour.
Add a bit more of that product to see if it unclogs.
-Slowly. -Okay.
Jesus.
Stop, it's not flushing.
Fucking hell.
What the fuck did they put in there to block it?
What should we do?
My shift finished ten minutes ago, so I'm going home.
-You can continue if you want. -No, no. No way.
I'm out of here.
-I've got rounds. -Of course.
The maintenance guys will come in tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
Shit.
Four, two.
What's going on?
Lucía...
What about Lucía?
Lucía had an accident, Maca.
-She passed away. -No, no...
The official version is it was a hit-and-run.
But it was no accident.
The Egyptian ran her over in front of me.
He did it for revenge.
Revenge.
Shit. Fuck.
-Hello? -Hello, Palacios.
-It's Carolina, Fabio's wife. -Carolina, how are you?
I'm well. Listen, is my husband around? He didn't come home last night.
Well, as far as I know, he didn't have a night shift.
Okay.
To be honest, things haven't been great between us lately,
but he's never spent a whole night out without telling me.
So, I'm a little worried because he's not answering the phone.
Yeah, I understand.
Sorry, you must think I'm crazy. I'm sorry for bothering you with this.
No, not at all. If you knew my mom,
this case would already be in the hands of the FBI by now.
Let me check something. Give me a second.
Look, Carolina, his car is still here in the parking lot.
He hasn't left the prison.
I'll look for him and when I find him, I'll tell him to call you, okay?
Yes, that would be great. Thanks a lot.
Listen, how about you come by for a visit one of these days?
Definitely, we'll have supper. See you.
Thank you.
-Calling watchtower. -Yes.
Have you seen Fabio?
Hello, Palacios. We haven't seen him all morning.
His shift finished at 10:00 p.m., but he didn't leave.
He hasn't left the prison.
I've looked for him everywhere.
I've searched the prison inside out, Miranda.
Who was the last person to see him?
Last night, the toilets got clogged up at the end of the day.
Fabio and I were trying to unclog them with an iron bar, but we couldn't.
Afterwards, I went to do my rounds as usual,
and he told me he was going home.
The turnstiles show he hasn't left.
In fact, his ID card suggests he's still in the prison.
I checked the four security cameras from cell block 2,
but there's no sign of him.
It's as if he was swallowed up by the ground during the blackout.
How long does it take for a generator to come back on?
About five minutes.
There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary earlier
that could've suggested something unusual was about to happen.
I don't know if this is relevant, but his wife called me,
and told me that they were going through a rough patch.
He didn't just vanish, and Fabio isn't one to do anything stupid.
We're going to organize a thorough search:
cells, bathrooms, workshops, rooftops, communal areas.
Everything. Any lead is valid.
Miranda, you have an urgent call.
Hello.
Yes, speaking.
Attention. Macarena Ferreiro, report to management.
Macarena Ferreiro, report to management.
Where is Maca?
Maca! Maca!
Listen to me, let go of the rope.
I won't!
Attention. Macarena Ferreiro, report to management immediately.
Killing someone is terrible.
When you realize you're just like those people you see on the news...
Evil people, criminals...
You never thought you could be like that.
It's like you die with them.
Governor, I have Ferreiro here.
Yes. Please come in, Macarena.
Take a seat.
Is something the matter? Are you okay?
Well, first and foremost, I want to apologize to you
for all the beatings you have been subjected to recently.
So, as compensation, we have some great news for you.
Dr. Sandoval has done something for you.
Because of my erroneous diagnosis,
I almost sent you to a psychiatric hospital, Macarena.
I know an apology isn't enough,
so I was thinking about how I could help you.
When you had the abortion, I took blood samples and amniotic fluid,
and sent them for analysis.
When I got the results, I personally took them to the court.
This morning, the judge's assistant called to summon you to an urgent hearing.
Apparently the DNA is a match
with the samples collected at Simón's house.
This proves he lied at the trial.
Macarena, it's very likely that after this hearing,
you'll be able to leave without bail, pending the trial.
I think this is great news.
You're very close to being released, Macarena.
You deserve it.
Miranda, we're ready to start the search.
-Good. -What should we do with the inmates?
Stand still.
Stay in line.
What the hell is going on?
Maybe it's a drug raid.
They wouldn't have brought us out to the yard for that.
We'd be lined up in the corridors. They're looking for something else.
It's thanks to you I'm still alive. You have to live with it.
I've been at death's door many times.
Five or six seconds longer hanging from that rope,
and I wouldn't be here.
Do you know what I was thinking
when the blood stopped flowing to my brain?
That I deserved it.
That I deserved to die.
I just want you to know
that you don't have to worry about me anymore.
I have another gift for you.
I don't want anything from you, nothing at all.
You'll want this.
You just don't know it yet.
At 12:03 a.m., Fabio comes out...
and two minutes later, he goes back in.
At 12:15 a.m., the power goes off...
the emergency generators didn't kick in.
They were checked, and found not to be working.
So check if it was a coincidence
or if it was premeditated. Go on, Palacios.
For eight minutes, the security cameras didn't record.
And when the power returned, he wasn't seen on any other camera,
but he never left the prison.
Could the cameras have been rigged?
-No. -To get out of this place,
do you have to swipe your ID card at the turnstiles?
Yes, and go past four guards.
No one saw him,
and his card was last swiped yesterday when he came in to work.
No, he hasn't left Cruz del Sur.
Have you searched everywhere? Yards, cells, corridors?
This is all we found when we searched.
They were hidden in the communal areas.
I found this, stuck with duct tape, under a piece of furniture in the TV room.
-What the hell is it? -I don't know. A saw.
These crazy women could use it to cut up a body.
Palacios, please!
And what about that stick and the drum?
That's the rod we used to unclog the toilet.
It was in the cell block control room.
And we were using the hydrochloric acid to unclog the toilet.
That acid could make a human body disappear.
-I'm not sure, but let's stay calm. -Fabio disappeared 12 hours ago.
And those bitches could have cut him up and dissolved his body.
-You'd need 50 drums to dissolve one body. -That's enough.
What is for sure is that Fabio isn't playing hide-and-seek.
Do you know if he had any problems?
Not with me, that's for sure.
What's wrong, Doctor? Have you been kickboxing?
No. I fell down the stairs last week.
Apparently he was going through a rough patch with his wife.
Yes, I know about that.
Artiles. Call Forensics.
Why the hell are we painting, Dad?
We're staying home
with two police officers at the door protecting us.
We're staying safe.
No one will be safe until that bastard is dead.
Ferreiro, you have an emergency hearing in court this afternoon.
Yes, good. Thank you.
That was Macarena's lawyer.
-I might go home this afternoon. -How come?
He says he has proof that Simón lied in his statement.
And that we were in a relationship and he was the father of my child.
That's great, isn't it?
They may lift her bail.
What's wrong? Why aren't you happy?
Now that I'm about to get my freedom, I feel I don't deserve it.
What are you talking about? You have to get out of here.
If you hadn't shown up in the bathroom,
I swear I'd have killed her.
You wouldn't hurt a fly.
What, you think you're some hardened killer now or something?
I told you I'd kill her, didn't I?
I'm a murderer.
-You are not a murderer. -Yes, I am.
Listen carefully. You are not a murderer.
You're a good person, the best person I've met in here.
You're getting out of here, you're going home, and you'll be happy.
-Am I really a good person? -You're a wonderful person.
And I should know.
I know you are.
And I'm very happy for you.
Even though it makes me sad...
I'm happy.
It makes me sad...
because I know that as soon as you leave...
we'll be over in a couple of days.
But...
that's okay.
I had plans for us, you know.
Silly plans.
Like taking walks around the yard together,
watching a movie...
But even though they're silly things...
with you, they're amazing.
But...
I'm very happy for you.
I'm going to miss you.
I'll miss you, too.
Thank you.
You're leaving as a virgin after all.
Excuse me, girls. Is Sole here?
No, I think she's in the bathroom with Tere.
Could you go and find her? I need to speak to her about something.
It's urgent.
Yes?
-Leopoldo Ferreiro? -Yes. Who is this?
This is Zulema Zahir's lawyer. My client asked me to speak with you.
Why?
She wants to propose a deal.
Peace.
Security forever for you and your family in exchange for a small sum of money.
How do I know you're not going to kill me?
I'm a legal professional, not a murderer.
Even if I want to, I can't meet you. I'm under 24-hour surveillance.
I know.
That's why I've sent you a clean phone.
I'll see you in an hour at 20 Ventura Arcadio Street.
I trust you'll know what to do.
We've just had a call from the National Transplant Organization.
A compatible heart was found for a recipient,
but a few hours later, there were complications.
There was an infection and the transplant was canceled.
This is the situation.
That heart has to be transplanted as a matter of utmost urgency
to the next compatible patient on the list.
Soledad Núñez Hurtado.
Sole, did you hear that? A new ticker!
A new ticker for you!
What... Well...
What do I have to do?
Nothing. Relax and take two of these pills.
People are on their way here to take you to La Paz Hospital.
All right?
What are the chances of it going wrong?
In your case, about 30%.
Given the state of your health, we know we have to do this.
It isn't a matter of choice.
The prognosis is much worse if we don't.
Don't worry.
You have to go ahead. It'll be fine. Life has given you a sign.
A new ticker.
-Ten minutes, girls. Tere, the pills. -Right.
-Ten minutes. -Who would have thought?
Girls, girls.
Give me a minute or two to get my head around this. Please.
-All right, let's go pack. -Okay.
Why think about death?
It's going to happen, and you won't get any warning.
But from what I've seen on TV... It gives me the shivers.
The heart comes in a little cooler, covered with ice, just like a sangria.
The heart doesn't last long. It goes bad quite quickly.
So they have to work quickly. It's like a marathon.
I just hope that...
it belonged to a good person, even though it isn't their soul.
I'm getting a heart that's packed up like a picnic.
CELL BLOCK BATHROOMS
Where the hell is Fabio?
You have five minutes to tell me what happened to him
or I'm going to tell the police
that you didn't get those bruises falling down the stairs.
Okay, Antonio. Calm down.
I don't have a fucking clue where Fabio is. I swear.
So why did he mess up your face?
-Because he fell for an inmate. -That's a lie.
I told him to end his ridiculous romance or I'd tell the governor.
I'm not judging him, you know?
We spend our days stuck in here, surrounded by these girls.
He's a married man.
He's a married man and we even know his wife.
I told him nicely, but he lost it.
He got angry, we got into a fight and he assaulted me.
You know how he struggles with his temper.
Why didn't you report him?
Because he's my friend. Like you. I have my code of honor.
If I'd reported him, he'd have been fired in a flash.
Besides, the girl, Macarena Ferreiro, is about to be released.
Take away the source of the problem, and the problem goes away.
Could we keep this between us?
Yes, don't worry about that.
The coast is clear, Dad.
What do you want?
My client, Zulema Zahir,
wants to guarantee your safety for the rest of your life.
She has destroyed our family.
She has ruined us, one by one. How is she going to settle that?
Let's just say you've caused each other mutual harm.
My client only wants the money.
Obviously, she understands you have needs, too,
and you can keep the million euros you need.
One million and it's all resolved.
How much is a little girl's life worth?
I'm not here to discuss morals.
I'm here to offer you a deal.
What's the deal?
You'll get the Egyptian in exchange for the money.
You can decide what to do with Hanbal.
It's a gentlemen's agreement.
The devil takes care of his own.
What did you do to your hair?
I cut off my pony tail. I'm stepping out of the ring.
Have you apologized to Macarena?
I'm apologizing to you.
I don't forgive you.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
-That's what I taught you. -Yes.
-Is that what I deserve? -Yes.
Goodbye.
Wait.
Come with me.
No.
Anything?
It was cleaned this morning.
We found hair samples, but nothing of interest.
Well, let's look under ultraviolet light.
We need to know if there are any traces of blood.
How the hell did you lose him?
Román went for a coffee and escaped through the bathroom window.
-Fuck! -Fuck?
You told me to be discreet. I was on remote surveillance.
Castillo?
Is that blood?
It looks like it.
What do you think?
This is probably where the attack began.
The perpetrator was right-handed.
I think there was a blow to the head.
The victim was crouching, as indicated by the blood splatter.
Probably facing the toilet.
Miranda, Fabio went to his locker to get his flashlight.
-Then he came back here. -The flashlight?
And he always secures his locker, so he must have been in a hurry.
The flashlight isn't with his things.
Where is the Egyptian?
He has a hideout he always goes back to.
It's in Los Ballesteros. Between Ciudad Real and Toledo.
-It's an old factory. -How do I know all this is true?
Because Zulema no longer wants anything to do with her former lover.
He killed a little girl, and that has made her think.
The factory is in ruins,
but in the basement, there's a rusty old door.
The door is closed.
Hanbal is in there.
We take him by surprise, tie him up, cuff him and put him in the trunk.
Then we go straight to the police station. Is that clear?
Fine, let's go.
Don't do anything stupid. Don't even think about shooting.
I'll assume all responsibility. You and your mother won't be involved.
Is that clear?
Crystal clear.
Encarna, what is it?
Macarena's hearing is in two hours. Will you make it?
-Yes. -I'm leaving in an hour.
Okay, don't worry. We'll be there.
Let's go. We can't let that bastard get away.
Zulema, we agreed you wouldn't call me on this number.
Is there a problem?
Not at all. I just wanted to hear your voice.
Is the phone monitored?
Hanbal.
The phone is monitored,
the mail is monitored,
life is monitored.
The police are right behind us.
Run before I catch you
Run away and play
We'll all be dead one day
That's our life.
Why did you call, Zulema?
To tell you
that the Arab Spring was a load of fucking shit.
And that we're on our own.
And that...
what was forever yesterday, may only be for an instant today.
-I've done all this for us. -Think.
What are we? Tell me, what are we?
We're both heartless creatures...
with no future.
That's what we are.
Freeze! Drop the phone! Drop the phone! Drop it!
Get on the floor, you bastard!
Don't move!
-I hope they finish me off. -My love.
Because I swear, I'll find you and kill you with my bare hands!
It's not your fault.
It's mine, my love. Goodbye forever.
Move!
Move it! Move it!
-Hello? -Do you have the money?
-Yes. -Good.
Sole, you'll be able to dance, run, make love.
-You'll live longer than Fidel Castro. -Sure.
-Oh, my God. -We weren't expecting this.
It's great.
Hey.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Do you think there's hope?
Sole, the transplant heart has been in the hospital for four hours.
And even though the transplant was called off
for the other recipient...
there isn't enough time to get there by ambulance from here.
That can't be right. Let's go right now.
What if they keep it on ice a bit longer? Can't they do that, Doctor?
I'm sorry.
I'm very sorry, Sole.
Don't be discouraged.
No.
Because you're next on the list and they could call again in two weeks.
No. The thing is, with this one, my quota's up.
Why do you say that?
-People drop like flies in this country. -For sure.
In accidents, at work... People die every day.
Sweetie, the things you say...
No. The thing is, my heart's like a clock going tick-tock,
and now...
And now what?
It's stopping.
But, girls, it happens to everyone.
Dying isn't a disease.
Right?
Governor, I have to talk to you.
Sorry. I couldn't stop her.
It's Sole.
Where are you going? This isn't the way to the police station.
-We're not going to the station. -Turn around, Román.
The only way to end this is to turn him in.
I'm calling Castillo.
What are you doing?
Don't. Son! No!
Román! Román!
You're making a mistake, son.
He killed our little girl.
Román.
Román. Román.
Román!
Yes, one of our inmates. Soledad Núñez.
She's been on the waiting list for more than seven years.
Are you saying that you won't operate because of the traffic?
Or did you realize at the last minute
that she's an inmate, so she's not worth it?
Thirty-five minutes?
Fine, listen to me. I'll make sure she gets there in time.
Yes. Have the second patient on the list prepared
in case there's a problem, but we'll be there.
Miranda, what are you doing?
Get Sole ready.
We have 35 minutes to get her to the OR or we can forget it.
Tere, help me. Sole, come quickly. We're going, right now.
Spain's statistics are encouraging, and fill us with hope.
I'm talking about the figures given by the National Transplant Organization.
Spain hit a historical record last year with 4,360 people donating organs,
giving many people a second chance.
Today, we're going to give a name to one of those cases.
Soledad, who is currently being urgently transferred
from Cruz del Sur Prison.
I don't believe it.
Well, believe it, because it's true.
Soledad is serving a sentence for murder, and will receive a heart transplant.
Miranda, governor of the prison, isn't that right?
Yes, that's right.
The inmate is serving 20 years for the murder of her husband.
Some of our listeners may be asking,
"Why give the organ to a woman convicted of murder?"
That's one of the great things about the National Transplant Organization.
They disregard the background, the color and the race of the organ recipient.
We're all entitled to a second chance.
Now you'll all have to believe in God.
I do believe, Sole. I've seen him.
Don't go. Come with me, please.
I love you so much.
Sole, Sole!
Macarena, you have to leave for the hearing now.
-Are you ready? -Yes.
You have 15 minutes. Okay?
God, I forgot how uncomfortable skirts are.
-How do I look? -Come on, Ferreiro.
You look hot.
Did you put makeup on to see me off?
No. I always look like this. Every day.
-You're wearing lipstick. -And I've done my nails.
Blondie.
Macarena. Macarena, you're going to be late.
Shit. I've stained your shirt.
-Is it stained? -Yes.
-Palacios, please help us. -I can't go in front of a judge like this.
Go to the laundry room for some stain remover, and dry it with the iron.
-You have one minute. -I'll be right back.
Hurry.
Unbelievable.
You shouldn't be here.
What are you doing here?
What the hell were you doing crouching down here, Fabio?
For fuck's sake.
Fuck it.
Concrete.
Those bitches.
I won't say anything.
Good God!
I didn't see a thing.
You're coming with us.
No.
Yes.
No.
Shoot me in the head!
Go on, do it for your girlfriend!
Do it for Lucía.
She died so young and innocent.
Because of you!
Román!
Listen.
Either you come with us, or you stay here...
dead.
Can I help you, Inspector?
The laundry room.
If you do it, you won't be able to live with yourself, son.
Don't you see, Dad?
I already can't live with myself.
We haven't lost everything. Think about it.
Román.
Let it go, son. Please.
No!
Let it go, son.
Keep still, you bitch!
Keep still or I'll bite you in the neck! Keep still!
Keep still or I'll break your neck.
-Please. -Keep still. Keep still.
Let's go.
What's that?
They wash all the bedding on Thursdays. Why?
Fuck me.
Kill me, Dad.
Kill me!
I'm not going to let you take the blame,
and do four or five years in jail because of this bastard.
Drop the shovel.
Stop. Drop the shovel.
Keep still!
Listen to me!
You're getting into the hole.
Come on. Come on.
Let's go!
Hurry!
Shit!
Fuck!
In you go, blondie.
They started planning the escape 11 months ago.
Every Thursday, the inmates took advantage of laundry time,
stretching and folding the sheets,
for one of them to sneak behind the washing machine,
and work on the hole.
The only thing the staff could see on the security cameras
was a group of inmates folding sheets.
The washing machine was always in the same place.
Zulema chose three inmates,
and managed to get them placed on laundry duty.
Is it this way? Watch out.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm fighting for my freedom.
She promised them a share of the money.
You promised me my freedom.
And you'll get it.
What do you want?
You'll get the Egyptian in exchange for the money.
Freeze!
-Do you have the money? -Yes.
A civil engineer couldn't have done a better job,
from a technical perspective.
They broke through 25 inches of concrete,
but came to an obstacle that was harder to overcome.
Wrought iron.
Because it's the only option. I can't do it.
What, do you think steel is stronger than willpower?
That's why Zulema decided the exit plan via the hole should be plan B.
No plan A...
no plan B.
-Come on. -Keep moving!
That's it.
Come on.
Some tools they made, others they stole.
They were hidden in the communal areas.
And one day after Zulema was placed in solitary,
they finally managed to break the iron.
Plan B became plan A.
Not this again.
-Get her. -No!
Get moving, for God's sake.
But Zulema was in solitary.
I've lost.
And I know how to lose.
They put stones and spoons in the tumble dryer
to cover up the noise of the concrete smashing.
And they disposed of the rubble down the toilets.
Concrete.
Thus, they achieved two things.
One: Getting rid of ten square feet of dirt without raising suspicions.
And two: Clogging up all the fucking toilets in the prison.
This is disgusting!
It's horrible. Come on, move!
And that's where they met the first stumbling block to their escape plan.
Fabio.
Tread carefully because I'm not going to let you out of my sight.
His damned police instinct backfired on him this time.
He spotted the rubble and realized something was going on.
That's when they smashed his head in.
Come on, let's go.
-Fabio. -Macarena.
Fabio, no.
What? Going to stop for a fuck now, are you? Get moving.
You bitches!
No, Fabio! No, please! No!
Zulema.
Zulema! I'll get you!
There's something I don't understand.
What was Macarena playing at?
Zulema, we made it!
We're out, for Christ's sake! We're on the fucking outside!
We're out, for Christ's sake!
We're on the fucking outside!
Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández