Zulema! I'm going to get you!
Fuck, let's go! We're fucking out!
MANIC LAUGHTER
The fence!
Up!
Come on!
Let's go!
Here it is.
Let's go!
I'm not coming.
When I'm safe, do what you like. Now get in the fucking car!
Get in!
Come on!
The gun...
- Take off that shit now! - Come on, undress!
Take off your clothes, come on! Let's dress like girls.
Take it off.
Come on!
Blondie, come on!
Come on!
For fuck's sake!
Go and get her!
Fuck that bitch, come on! Start the car!
Macarena!
Stop!
She's dead.
What a pity.
You just killed her.
You only had to wait.
30, 40, 50 minutes and then leave.
Now you're screwed. Look.
- Look. - Come on, let's move!
You decide. Are you coming or staying?
- You have 5 seconds. Tick tock... - Come on!
Tick tock...
# Here I am
# Got you deep
# Look at me
# Life in jail. #
LOCKED UP
MONITOR BLEEPS
HE COUGHS
Hi, honey.
I'm here with you.
It's OK. You've given everything.
You suffered an assault
and you lost a lot of blood. That's why you're here.
But don't you worry.
Don't worry, everything's fine.
Everything's fine.
I missed you so much.
Well, it looks like you're completely awake.
I'm glad to see that there are parts of you...
unharmed by the beating.
I want a separation.
TAPPING
Send patrols to motorways A4, A5 and A6.
I want extensive surveillance in airports, train and bus stations.
I want to see the escapees' photos everywhere.
Make their faces appear on tonight's news. Martínez, call the judge.
Ask for a warrant to tap their families' phones.
Castillo!
The car used in the escape has been found abandoned in an open field
at kilometre 53 of Badajoz road.
Activate all cameras on the A5 like it's Big Brother.
Come on, move!
Motherfuckers!
This way, please.
Who knows where the fuck they are now.
Let's go.
MUSIC ON CAR RADIO
If any of you start acting like a moron,
I'll sprinkle you with gasoline and set you on fire.
Is that clear?
Relax, bitch!
None of us want to go back to prison.
Hey.
- Buy me some sweets. - I heard you.
Where the fuck are you going? Didn't you hear Zulema?
I've been wanting to pee for hours, and I'm not going to wait any longer.
- So I'm going to the toilet. - You're a pain in the arse.
Do what you want, but don't make me come looking for you.
Or are you going to break my neck too?
Murderer!
Let's see...
Oh, I have a mind like a sieve!
I know you don't accept €500 notes, but I've left my credit cards at home.
This is all I've got.
Very good.
And...
Keep the change.
Goodbye!
What the fuck are we doing here?
I don't know.
Do they know anything?
I don't think so.
- In the toilet.
- She's just dumb.
PHONE RINGS
Come on!
Come on, please!
Who's that?
Come on, Dad, please!
- Pick up, please! - Pick it up.
Hello?
What?
Are you coming to pee with me too?
To pee and to poo.
- Come on. - I'm coming.
We're wasting our time.
- Calm down.
She didn't show up at court. Neither did you.
What's going on?
I've called you more than 15 times and you haven't picked up.
- We had to...
- We've killed the Egyptian. - Please...
this isn't the place to discuss this.
Can they catch you for that?
Don't worry, Mum.
No one will look for that bastard.
And they're not going to find him where we buried him.
Thank you, God.
Excuse me.
I've asked you here to update you on the events of the last few hours.
Your daughter has escaped from prison together with four other inmates.
The escape was led by Zulema.
They escaped through a tunnel, like in the fucking movies.
It doesn't make any sense.
Macarena was going to meet the judge. Her case was going to be revised.
I guess she won't be released. Watch this.
We just received this tape from a CCTV 3 hours ago.
During the escape, Macarena had a fight with one of the inmates.
And she killed her.
I'm sorry.
- One more.
24 times three, 72.
- I bet you this seafood I have here
- that they're here in 48 hours. - You're such a pig!
- It's already taken. - 47 then!
You girls value Zulema so little!
No one digs a hole for 5 months for a few hours of freedom.
I value the cops!
They've caught my husband and brother-in-law 20 times.
It's true, ain't it?
But your brother-in-law doesn't have €9 million in his van, Antonia.
Don't underestimate Gypsy's power.
I think they'll never be found and the bank will keep everything.
I say they don't reach 23 hours.
They'll be here before the day is over.
Do you want to bet?
But don't do it with your heart, zebra!
It's not good to mix business and cunnilingus.
Come on, beauty, no one escapes when they're about to be released.
So Macarena will come back.
All right, drama queen.
Let's bet on something else. How will Sole come out of the operating room?
I say in a bodybag!
You're an arsehole, Anabel.
- Warden, the workers are here. - Take them to the laundry.
Tell them to fill in that damn hole at once!
Do you know what you have in your cells, Ms. Aguirre?
Scum.
To put it bluntly, they're bitches.
Do you think that scum like poetry?
So far this year, you've spent €5,300 on books.
Not even Camilo José Cela spent that much on his damn library.
It's the only investment we've made.
That and the gym remodelling.
I do think they need to read, being inside those walls for so long.
The walls where they dig holes to escape?
Relax, they don't bite.
- Look who's coming. - What a body!
Hey, sexy!
- No, ma'am.
No? So you have these two here to start your training.
What are you doing? Stay back!
Let him touch me, I'm going to drain him out!
Tell me.
What will I tell the investment group I'm representing?
In your prison, they kill each other and escape, but they read poetry.
Do you know why the private prison model works in developed countries?
Because management is effic...
Because no civil servant can slap a bitch.
Or put her in a hole and beat her until she behaves.
I'd let you mess up my hair with that ram, sexy!
Unless you're afraid of the jungle she has down there.
In my opinion,
- the mistakes made... - The mistake was to let a catechist
run what she thought was a girl guide camp.
That doesn't make you incompetent, Ms. Aguirre.
- It makes you totally stupid. - Excuse me.
Excuse me, if you'd let me, I'd like to...
say a couple of things.
First, I demand respect and good manners.
Otherwise, there will be no difference between what you say and that "scum".
Second, as a member of the managing committee
I must assume that I have vetoed all the harshest,
and most restrictive measures proposed by Ms...
Aguirre.
I'm the only one responsible for trying to rehabilitate them
through trust and therapy.
You can only hold Miranda responsible for...
paying attention to me.
Nothing else.
Very well. You are dismissed from the managing committee.
As for you, Miranda,
you have a month to take new measures.
I advise you to choose a team with enough balls to deal with this.
- The food!
ANABEL LAUGHS
Huh, Palacios?
So you see a hot guy and you're wet like whores on heat?
Do you want me to take out my ram and kick your arses?
ANABEL LAUGHS
- Nothing.
- You're disgusting.
You laugh with these bitches, but you don't like being the target?
- I'm asking you a question! - Let's all calm down!
Come on! Move your arses! The party's over!
What's wrong with you?
They're all nuts.
We've been a step behind the escapees the whole time.
They've changed cars at least four times.
They entered Portugal at 18:45. They were recorded at the motorway.
2 hours later, they were caught on CCTV
at the port of Peniche, to the north of Lisbon.
The Egyptian doesn't seem to be with them.
If he was the one who planned the escape, why didn't he pick them up?
Why didn't Karim the Syrian show up either?
According to Interpol, he hasn't returned to France.
More importantly,
where the fuck is he now?
Antonia!
LAST CALLS
LINE RINGS
Cruz del Sur prison, hello?
This is the picture from the port.
It's the last lead we have.
They took to the sea in a Zodiac boat,
probably to reach international waters.
What's their plan once they get there?
Go somewhere with no extradition treaty.
They could be picked up by a freighter or a damn dinghy.
Right now, they could be in Guyana, the Caribbean or the Middle East.
The world is too big.
I'm too old to keep on playing with that bitch.
Let's pray that they make a mistake. Come on everyone! Keep on working.
INMATES CHATTER
SILENCE
FLY BUZZES
Assalamu alaikum.
MAN SINGS
Our transport should already be here.
They left Libya 2 days ago.
They made their last contact from Ain Salah, Algeria.
Relax, there must have been some mishap, but they'll come.
I want them here now. Or send another convoy.
It's the least you can do for what I'm paying you.
Is something wrong, Zulema?
Nothing.
We're tourists now.
Four friends having a blast before they catch us.
That's awesome, huh?
Some joints, some beers...
- I'm not thinking about sex.
All of you will remain at a 50 m distance.
So you can't go to the village, talk to people or use a phone.
If any of you make a mistake, you're dead. Is that clear?
Perfect.
Enjoy your holidays.
I've sold the love of my life.
When you've sold the love of your life in order to be free,
you realise you're swimming in a puddle of mud.
And you sink...
Slowly.
It sounds harsh.
But so was Nagasaki, 40,000 dead in... seconds?
Prison kills you slowly, day after day.
SHE LAUGHS
Do you know why? Because here, all time is dead time.
All of it.
SHE SINGS IN ARABIC
WOMAN SINGS IN ARABIC
THEY BOTH SING
I'm coming, bitch!
SCREAMS AND LAUGHTER
Hey, Blondie!
What's wrong, pussy? Come into the water!
- Come on, Blondie!
- Come on, pussy! - Let's go, Blondie!
THEY SCREAM
Sorry, I wasn't able to come earlier.
- Alive.
- No.
I'm under observation.
- I can't.
This is what I can have.
Corticoids, anti-inflammatories, anti-my arse, every 8 hours.
If I don't feel dizzy or suffer any blackouts in 48 hours,
- then I'll be free to go.
I told my wife I wanted a separation, so it wasn't the best place to stay.
You choose. If I win, I'll buy some muffins.
It's too much pressure!
- The nine. - All right.
I guess I'll have a beer too.
- But a small one, please. - OK.
You've just left your wife and got out of hospital,
but you look OK.
- You look happy. - I am.
I want to go back to Cruz del Sur.
I'll be discharged in 2 days, but I have nothing better to do.
Sure.
Thanks.
What's wrong?
I'm hanging by a thread, Fabio.
The escape has put me in a very difficult position.
I was torn apart worse than ever before at the board.
Do you know what I thought while I was being crucified?
Of how much of a bastard you are.
All the times you talked about the free transit, the summer camp...
- My management has been awful. - Come on.
Look on the bright side.
Now they play the piano, they read poetry...
Yeah.
From now on, things will change.
I'll listen to the people I should have listened to from the beginning.
Carlos.
Thank you. No, no, I mean it.
Please!
What you did was very generous of you.
- But very unfair. - Miranda,
I was sick of the managing committee.
All the directives and paperwork... Stop screwing me!
Now I'll have more time to look out of the window. I enjoy that.
What can I do?
What would you do if you were me?
I'd toughen up the security protocols.
All of them.
The free transit is over, Miranda.
You're right.
Those women must understand
the seriousness of an escape or a fight.
For all of them.
Ready for locking the cells in Block 2.
What are you doing?
Why are you locking us up now?
What's wrong, bastards?
Shut up!
Night walks are over.
From now on, and until toilets are installed in your cells,
those of you who want to piss will have to squat down.
We should restrict all their liberties and privileges.
- We should establish a curfew. - Exactly.
And forbid all outside communications until further notice.
Increase security: more cameras, more registers...
Yes!
Do you know what can be very effective
to know what's really going on down there?
Putting our eyes and ears among the inmates.
We can pick those inmates who are natural leaders,
and give them some power.
- Good. - Name them sentinels.
I love that. Do you know what I'd do?
I'd pick those who are mostly ignored as sentinels.
Those who have always been neglected.
They could serve as watchdogs. Trustworthy and unyielding.
Those armbands I just gave you make you my sentinels.
We need a head of security.
- Yes. - Fabio.
He's a strict person.
What do you think?
Fabio is perfect.
But...?
You know the "but" better than I do.
Fabio is difficult to handle and control.
You don't need someone who flies solo or undermines your authority.
No.
You need someone who executes and doesn't think.
I'm the new head of security in Cruz del Sur.
That means I won't allow any more bullshit.
The most effective way to instil fear is to give a monkey two guns.
You have the authority and responsibility
of seeing that rules are enforced.
There are lots of bitches here.
You don't know who he's going to shoot, nor why or when.
As sentinels, you'll get special benefits.
But you'll also suffer exemplary punishments if you blow it.
And do you know why?
Because it's a monkey.
A monkey doesn't think.
- I don't want to be a sentinel. - Shut up.
I didn't ask for your opinion.
Starting today, each area will be watched over by a sentinel
who will answer for everyone.
Fear
is the only form of control, Miranda.
The only form of control.
Who'd ever have dreamed I'd be on holiday with you?
Explain this to me.
Why did you come to the laundry?
Because Curly kissed me and my shirt had a lipstick stain.
What a bitch, Curly!
- What a bitch!
- She didn't mean to. - Of course.
Curly knew that we were going to leave.
I went to her to say goodbye.
I think she did it on purpose.
You're totally twisted.
That doesn't make any sense.
But that's no surprise coming from you.
- Let's see.
You were going to be released, right?
Yes.
So you thought you'd wait for Curly outside,
as if she was the love of your life?
Maybe I would.
A posh girl like you!
You're not even a dyke!
No way!
I know it, Curly knows it, it's known even in China!
That's why Curly sent you for the escape.
That way you'd have more chances of going back to prison.
So you could be together.
Come on, don't be like that!
It's all right! Your ship has sailed, that's all.
If you miss the fish you were eating, I have a clam for you here.
Just out of the sea, very fresh.
Someone's coming.
Cover your breasts.
Sit down, please.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
I've gathered you to explain the new measures we'll be taking,
such as the appointment of Valbuena as head of security.
I'd like to hear your suggestions to improve inmate discipline.
I have an opinion.
But I'd like to communicate it in private,
because it concerns a partner.
Valbuena, to be precise.
You can say what you want, no problem.
- In fact, I appreciate your honesty. - All right.
I don't think Valbuena is the right choice for head of security.
I'd like to know why you think that.
Why?
Because he has no authority, he only knows how to use force,
he's mediocre and hung-up, and he's not the brightest person.
What an outburst!
- No, but anyone could do better.
OK.
Since Fabio is positioning himself, I also have an opinion about him.
How could a guy who doesn't follow the rules be named head of security?
- Who has sex with inmates!
Valbuena, that's a very serious accusation that you'll need to prove.
All right.
- No.
- They're on me.
- Yes. - No, thanks.
- No, no... Gypsy!
- Yes, a beautiful gypsy!
Yes!
- "Cheli, I love you..." - Saray!
- "Cheli, I adore you..." - Saray, stop!
I'm going to introduce you. Casper, Mustafá, just do your bit.
- Saray! - For the beers.
- Talk to her!
Cover your breasts.
Please.
And you do the same.
- Go away.
If you're horny, go and jerk off.
Fuck!
God...
- Miranda, please.
I knew there was surveillance.
That's what I'm telling her when she looks towards the camera.
What kind of a person are you?
Do you or don't you have a relationship with Macarena Ferreiro?
- I want an answer! - The answer is no.
Watch out, because those inmates must have received help from an employee.
If you have a relationship with one of them,
all the odds are against you, mate.
Shut up!
I'll have to take disciplinary action!
Miranda.
Gentlemen.
All of us
have made mistakes in one way or another.
But it's time to move on.
If we keep fiddling with our shit from the past,
we're not going to achieve anything.
I propose burying those mistakes once and for all,
and leaving them there forever.
Mistakes like my own abuse of authority.
Like my own negligence.
Or my false diagnoses.
Otherwise,
we're not going to take control of this prison, believe me.
All right.
This piece of shit isn't working.
What do you need?
I need a phone card. Mine's used up.
For 40 euros, I'll give you a brand new one.
- Come on, it's for a friend. - I don't care if it's for Lady Di.
- The dead pay too. - I'll give you 20.
30.
And if she's dead, I auction the bed, not you.
All right.
So, let me know then.
Hello. Cardiology, please.
Hello, I'm calling about a patient. Soledad Núñez.
Yes, I'm a relative.
I know you can't give out information over the phone.
I'm her daughter.
All right, can you just tell me if the transplant went OK?
- All right, but... - I shit on your family's graves!
Hello?
They've hung up, Antonia.
Well, at least I got that off my chest. Besides, they won't tell you anything.
Tere, call your sister, and ask her to pass by the hospital.
My sister's back on heroin.
- What? - And coke.
- And speed. - But she can walk, can't she?
I'm phoning the hospital again.
What the hell are you doing? I'm making a call.
We're not doing anything wrong, they're her cards, I'm watching.
Communication with the outside is forbidden until further notice.
- And where does it say that? - It's the new security rules.
So you can forget about the old rules.
From now on, to call outside...
...inmates will have to make a request in writing,
stating the reason for the call, and always in the presence of an officer.
All privileges must be rescinded,
- and concessions too. - When they lose everything,
they'll be happy with scraps.
I'll comply with your new rules in 5 minutes,
better still, in one. Because right now,
I'm calling to see if Sole's out of her transplant.
It's for Sole, Valbuena.
Put the phone down.
Put me through to Cardiology, please.
These are low voltage electro-shock weapons.
Highly effective for reducing all forms of aggression.
You will carry them on you as a deterrent.
They must only be used in the most violent of situations.
Don't they teach you to read in the jungle? What does this say?
Head of Security.
Put the phone down.
- Put the fucking phone down. - Come on, Curly.
Or do you want a shock?
Put the phone down.
Stop pissing me off and put the fucking phone down.
Put it down, girl.
No shocks please, Valbuena. It'll make my hair go frizzy.
I love it when you fight back,
but that's two strikes, so watch it.
Crazy girl.
They've found the convoy that was supposed to pick you up in the desert.
Their left hands had been cut off.
They bled to death.
Traitors have their left hand cut off. Do you know who it could have been?
I need you to set up another convoy right now.
No, I'm resigning. I appreciate my hands.
May Allah protect you.
- Do you think you could come here,
and look down on us as if we were your servants?
I'm going to show you who's in charge here.
Don't move, or I'll cut your throat.
The party's over.
Let her go!
Let her go or I'll shoot you.
Now stand up slowly.
Drop that.
Drop that!
Kill him.
Kill him!
Leave!
What the fuck are you doing? Give me that!
Why the fuck didn't you shoot?
- You should be thankful to me.
For letting that son of a bitch live?
And what would we do with his body?
Would we leave it in a hammock to get a tan?
Don't touch my stuff again.
- Hello, Estefanía. - Hello.
They've stopped us contacting the outside.
Because of the escape.
So I suppose, if they're letting us talk,
they must be recording us.
Hello, Inspector Gadget! Hi there!
Estefanía.
I'm here because of Macarena. I understand you're her best friend.
Well.
Do you sleep with your best friends?
- OK then, her girlfriend. - Her girlfriend.
I have no problem with that.
In fact,
I'm glad Macarena has someone in here.
- Estefanía. - Curly.
Curly.
I need you to tell me what you know about the escape.
Why did Maca go just when she was up for release?
I think it was a case of bad luck.
I think she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She was really happy.
So I imagine that they forced her.
OK, Inspector?
Macarena didn't want to escape.
Listen.
My phones are being tapped.
As are my family's.
She won't call us, but she may call you.
If she calls you, or contacts you in any way,
you must convince her to hand herself in.
It can still be sorted out.
Of course it can be sorted out.
- If she calls I'll tell her, OK? - Thank you.
Leopoldo, will you go to La Paz Hospital, please?
Ask about a patient called Soledad Núñez.
She had a heart transplant and we're waiting to hear how she is.
I'm in a very tricky situation. I don't think I can go.
Yes, you can.
Then call me.
- I'll see what I can do. - All right.
If she does come back,
- take good care of my daughter. - Consider it done.
And if we ever get out of here,
and we go on holiday as a family,
say to a beach or something,
I'm telling you now that I'll be sleeping with your daughter, OK?
Whatever anyone thinks.
Take care, Curly.
You too.
Has anything happened? When you said things could be sorted out,
you meant the escape, didn't you?
Come on, father-in-law.
- Don't leave me like this. - Of course I meant the escape.
We may never be rid of the pain,
but the fight is over, sister.
I won't ask you to avenge your nephew because I know what you'll do.
You'll chase down and kill whoever betrayed him.
Until they're all dead.
I'm a mother of seven.
If someone betrayed us, we'd have to fight back.
For them, and for our honour.
That much is true.
I'm asking you to bring back my son's body.
Find him
and bring him home.
So that he can rest in peace.
I'll bring him back,
and we'll bury him and pray for his soul.
Come on, Fabio.
They questioned me for 3 hours about relationships
between a prison officer and any of the escapees.
What could I do? Lie to the police?
You did what you had to do. Everything's fine.
Why have you left Carolina?
Because she was shagging the gas man.
At least that would be a good excuse to leave her
without you questioning me as if I were a kid.
For God's sake! I've been thinking about it for 11 months.
So I did what I had to do. The love is gone, simple as that.
- The love? - Yes, the love. And?
She is blind.
And you're her travelling companion.
So you'd better find a way to get the love back.
Yes.
I have a call for Fabio, it's his wife.
Put her through.
Your wife.
- Carolina. - Fabio, it's Macarena.
Fabio, you're alive.
My God, I didn't think you'd come out of this alive.
- How are you? - Fine. What is it?
Sorry, I didn't know who to call. My family's phones aren't safe.
You were right to call me. It's not a problem.
I'm not in Spain.
I didn't want to escape, Fabio, but they didn't leave me any choice.
I tried to return, but it was impossible.
I know. Don't worry.
That girl was chasing me.
I don't even know her name.
I don't know how it happened.
She got hurt.
I saw her fall to the ground bleeding, we left her there.
I didn't want to hurt her, I didn't mean to kill her.
I swear I didn't mean to kill her.
I don't know if this makes me a murderer,
but I swear, I didn't mean to kill her.
I don't know what to do. Tell me.
- I need you to help me. - Just a minute.
This is a private conversation.
Macarena. Listen to me carefully.
What the hell are you doing up there?
I was told to clean all this.
Yes, you jungle monkeys,
you never miss a chance to climb, do you?
What kind of twisted Nazi documentary did you escape from?
Who the fuck do you think you are to speak to me like that?
Clean this shit up.
- Come on! - It's already clean.
No.
You've missed something, darkie.
The floor here's covered in piss.
I love it when you fight back.
My father loved horses. He bred them in Huesca.
He taught me that the best mares were the wild ones,
because you had to spur them on,
tame them,
but in the end they gave you the most satisfaction.
Mop the fucking floor, darkie.
Casper? What did you say?
What? I didn't say anything.
Oh sorry, I thought you were talking to me.
- What's happening? - I don't know.
Casper?
I don't know whether to run for it.
I could take a chance while they're asleep.
- No, you can do better than that. - What?
Hand Zulema in, we can try and do a deal with the judge,
say you killed that girl in self defence,
or get a reduced sentence. Special prison privileges.
- Do you understand? - But Fabio, how can I do that?
I'm in no position to negotiate. I've been kidnapped.
I'll do it, Macarena.
Give me your location and I'll take care of it.
Casper.
Casper, open the fucking door or I'll break it down.
- That phone you stole? - I can bury it in the sand,
or throw it in the sea. No, you can do better than that.
Don't get rid of that phone, or Zulema will know that you've snitched on her.
- When I'm back inside, I'll be dead. - Exactly, that's why...
we need Zulema to find that phone.
So she'll understand why the police have turned up.
There's no way she can connect you to that phone.
Casper, open the fucking door or I'll break it down.
What's happening?
What?
- Who were you talking to? - No one. I was in the shower.
It isn't mine.
Zulema, I swear I didn't know the phone was there.
Zulema.
What's happened?
You have 5 seconds. We're leaving.
What are you up to?
We're trying to watch the soap opera.
This is much better.
You can't do this, not the TV.
Tell me,
whose side are you on?
We're the good guys. You know that, don't you?
Go on, keep watch.
Get ready.
We're nearly there.
Hello, girls.
Here I am.
I was in surgery for 11 hours.
There were complications and they say things got a bit ugly in there.
And I think they're right,
because guess who I saw in there: my dear departed husband.
You should have seen him, dark as they come.
You know...
I don't know how things work in heaven,
but that surgeon who operated on me here on earth,
who cut me open like a sow,
he seems to have taken good care of me.
Well...
He even said I could live for years.
But first I have to make sure
that my body doesn't reject this new organ,
then I have to eat fruit, give up smoking and drinking, and do exercise.
So I'll have to pass my MOT.
It won't be easy.
I miss you all, girls.
We miss you.
I love you all, and I'll see you soon.
Very soon.
Can you hear my new heart: boom, boom, boom.
Gorgeous!
Silence!
Who the hell put this video on...
without authorisation?
Whose phone is this?
Is it yours?
- Or yours? - No.
Teresa, come here.
Who was it?
You're the sentinel.
Tell me who the hell it was, or you'll take the punishment for her.
It was Curly.
I'm really sorry, it's my job.
They make calls, they sell drugs, they escape, they kill each other,
they send text messages. We're not in control of this prison.
- And we're not going to be. - Well, not overnight.
There's impunity down there, Governor.
Because there's a total lack of respect.
- Really? And why is that? - Why, you ask?
Because there's no fear.
They can't be allowed to do whatever they like,
without having to pay the consequences.
That's your responsibility, Valbuena.
You're the Head of Security, but it seems nothing has changed.
If you feel we're asking for more than you can deliver,
I'd rather you said so now.
It was my mistake and I'll put it right.
So get on with it.
This is a clear example of what can't be allowed to happen again.
Lock up that inmate and punish her. Do whatever it takes.
We won't ask any questions.
Good morning!
Zulema. Come over here and sit down.
Come on. Sit down.
If you're armed, please leave your weapon on the table.
No sudden movements.
Take it out by the tail with two fingers,
so that I can see it. Nice and slowly.
There's money for us all here.
You could do whatever you wanted.
Get those horrible tattoos removed from your legs,
get a gastric band fitted,
start a new life on the beach,
anything you wanted.
In truth, it's no more than I deserve.
After 30 years of chasing bastards,
I've earned it.
Talk to your people, and to the Arab police.
Bribery is part of the culture.
Castillo.
We can sort this out here and now.
No one need know.
To be honest, it's a tempting offer.
But I'd pay not to have to see my wife in a bathing suit.
Even though I adore her.
What will I find in there?
A white woman. 29 years old.
Killed by a shot to the head with an exit wound.
She committed suicide.
Zulema, you always do this to me.
It could have been a nice quiet extradition trip,
and now it's the courts, crime scene,
for fuck's sake!
Come on, up there and turn around.
I've been in here for a fucking hour.
- Why have you locked me up? - It's your lucky day, darkie.
You get the gym all to yourself.
Lay a finger on me and I'll report you to the police,
the judge, the press. I'll fuck up your life.
I'm just taming the mare.
I won't do anything that you won't be crying out for.
You'll be caught on the fucking cameras.
- Yes, there are cameras. - And you're being filmed.
Except that they're off at the moment.
These devices are great.
They don't leave any marks. At worst, you might bite your tongue.
Get the fuck up.
What do you want me to do?
Strip off.
I've got all night.
Are you stripping off, or do you want another charge?
Let's see some moves then.
I want you to turn me on.
Take off your fucking pants.
Kneel down,
with your arse in the air.
It's time for a little ride,
let's hear you neigh.
Who the fuck was Casper going to call?
It was you.