I hear strange, metallic noises.
Like a skater's blade against the icy surface.
Or the clash of steel.
And then suddenly, the sun rises.
I wake up feeling very cold, shivering;
I look around, and...
I'm in the middle of the courtyard, alone,
too scared to get up.
And so... I scream.
But there's no sound, just silence.
We're here for you.
Whoever it was, just say the word, Maca.
Stay strong, Maca Keep your head up.
Lord, we ask that you watch over the souls of Leopoldo and Encarna
so that they might witness your glory.
Sometimes in life we are tried by the most testing of circumstances.
But the Lord asks for faith, for only he may judge us.
May he treat his child Macarena with compassion
and help her overcome these tragic accidents.
They weren't...
They weren't accidents,
they were murders.
God has nothing to judge, I already did it myself.
Macarena, honestly, anything you need.
My condolences, I'm very sorry.
I'm so, so sorry my dear.
You've got to be brave. Stay strong, champ.
I'm sorry, my dear. Listen to what I tell you:
forget the judge's murder charge.
You did what you had to. Your parents' killer had to die.
Be strong, my love.
Don't be sad, Blondie.
The important thing is,
on the chessboard of life, we've checkmated Karim.
Well, you did.
He was the last one.
Thank you.
It's a good day.
Save your condolences for you boyfriend's mother.
She doesn't need a bodyguard, haven't you noticed?
Maca, you're not alone in this.
OK?
Right, let's move.
Girls, a moment, before you leave.
Tomorrow a sexologist is giving a talk on sexuality and self-esteem.
It'll take place in here...
Life goes on.
I want the opposite,
for it to go backwards.
I'm trapped in the moment I took that shot and changed my fate forever.
At 30 years old I've just realised,
like a child waking from its slumber,
that life means business.
LOCKED UP
I can't do it, it won't go in.
- I can't do it. - Here, let me see.
Use a steady hand.
You have to slide this little thing over the pole.
- See? - Ah, that's it.
There you go, good job.
Why are you speaking to her like she's retarded?
What are you on about?
Little washer.
Little pole for little Susie.
Like a monk, no?
Sister Elena giving catechesis, right little Susie?
Why did you marry a woman
that everyone believes to be mentally handicapped?
If she were mentally handicapped,
she'd be committed not in prison, wouldn't she?
She has an IQ of 50.
Is your wife smart, Inspector?
Smarter than you?
Can't one fall in love with somebody that isn't intelligent?
What I think is, you married her
because she's easily manipulated
and she'd be eternally faithful and loyal.
Why would you want a wife
so loyal, and with so little going on upstairs?
Little Susie, do you want to confess?
Have you sinned?
No.
Honestly I haven't.
Then sin more.
Apparently, in the end God pardons everyone.
Amaia Jiménez, 16 years old.
- Do you know her? - No.
What the fuck's this?
It's a kirbygrip I found on the ground.
I use it to keep my papers in order.
It's Amaia's hairclip, with her DNA on it.
Where did you find it?
The countryside, I don't remember where.
What's your job?
I own a rural veterinary clinic.
But you're not a vet.
I inherited the business when my brother died.
You don't need a degree to help farm animals give birth.
Has a customer complained?
Come in.
Why did you send for me?
Macarena, as the head psychiatrist for this facility,
it's my job to share with you the concerns I have for your health.
In the last few days you lost your parents
in a tragic, violent fashion,
and you killed the culprit in cold blood.
I'm not sure how you plan to deal with this without any support.
Basically...
I'm scared you might fall into a pit of depression,
that you feel responsible for their death,
and I think it would be very beneficial if you started therapy.
There are lines I won't cross, Doctor.
Never.
Even if I wake up one day,
and all I can think of is committing suicide,
I will never put myself in your hands.
Hey! Work in silence or in your cells.
All right, arsehole.
You're funny, Helenita.
Why's that?
You're not like most of the scum in here.
You solve problems, you have ovaries,
and you're good with special people.
That's it.
All right.
Now when you open it, it should play a tune.
Here.
What's wrong? Are you OK?
This song reminds me of my daughter.
You have a daughter?
I played this song when she was in my tummy.
Years ago now.
17.
A beautiful baby.
Are you hungry? You have to eat, otherwise you'll get ill.
Will she visit you?
She can't.
She can't go anywhere.
Eat a bit more for me. Ah... there we go.
She's in a box.
Like this doll.
Why have you dug a 600 metre tunnel beneath your land?
What is it, an air-raid shelter for pigs?
Or maybe you wanted to come and go in secret?
It's not a tunnel, it's going to be a storehouse.
This is a storehouse?
Inspector, something important has just come from head office.
They've located Amaia Jiménez' phone signal.
It seems she's switched her phone on.
What the fuck is it doing in Hungary?
May I?
No, thanks.
I don't mind.
It's brilliant being your servant.
- I much prefer it. - I didn't buy you to be my servant.
Maca.
I couldn't share my condolences before. I'm sorry for your loss.
I know your pain.
2 weeks after I got here, my dad died.
I can't even imagine the pain of losing them both at the same time.
It's very sad.
And it worries me...
How are you getting the cash you owe me for Bambi?
Rub in a little cream while you think about it.
I can't reach.
Now that we've agreed to peace,
and I've shown you respect via a gift,
you've walked all over me by buying Bambi.
Whilst you're here, why not do the front.
You broke the pact.
Do me a favour:
avoid further misfortune.
Stop, that's plenty.
They'll wear away.
Anabel.
Can you please give me some weed?
And make a note on that little list of yours.
In your book.
It's important that we talk openly.
We're going to see how something as personal as an orgasm
is different for everyone.
Antonia, tell us what you feel when you orgasm.
Listen lady, I've no problem with being completely open
and using words like cock, dick,
shaft, fanny, you get me?
But I can't tell you openly
about the intimate nature of my orgasms in front of him.
I could really do without that image, chef.
Truth be told, you lot already disgust me enough.
Until Valbuena leaves, we're saying nothing.
Very well.
All right.
To be honest, you're doing me a favour.
The thing is, he's missing a testicle because he had an accident.
Yeah, a tray fell on it, over and over again.
Now we're alone!
The number you dialled has not been recognised.
For me it's easy.
As soon as I start rubbing down here...
that's it. Like a gushing hose.
I always faked my first few orgasms.
You're supposed to shout, so I shouted!
Oh my god, baby! Give me more!
And you're supposed to say kinky stuff too.
Rattle my arse! Cover me in milk, baker!
- Give me all of it, baby! - That's a bit much.
- As if you haven't said that! - Maybe differently.
When I'm having an orgasm,
I really, really need to...
to take a piss.
That's called pissing yourself with joy.
The first time I felt it I was 14, I was very young.
I got the shakes...
But my cousin told me: "Don't be stupid.
"All this stuff about sex, about fucking, it's simple.
"Close your eyes, open your mouth and your legs.
And hold tight."
And 9 months later, there was my Joaquín leaving my body,
all covered in muck and fat...
and now here we are.
Mine lasted a while. Just the usual.
Sure they were.
Even though you've hardly been in the saddle.
Hey, I was a hooker.
- Yeah, like a foal. - I preferred oral.
I've had a boyfriend, Anabel.
- What do you mean? - No.
No what?
For me an orgasm is like a sneeze:
you see it coming, it's coming, you see it coming...
- And then, bliss. - That's an allergic orgasm!
Lactose intolerant!
Disgusting.
- And yourself? - Me?
- I've never had one. - Why not?
My husband preferred beating to caressing.
He'd turn up drunk and throw himself on me like a dog.
He'd always fall asleep before the end.
I was really thankful for that.
The only one I've ever had in my life was when I heard him begin to snore,
and I could get him off me.
What the fuck is Amaia's phone doing 2,300km from the fucking house?
I don't know. I'd be inclined to phone her and ask her.
And if you sold her to a pickup joint
and now she's being people-trafficked through Hungary?
- I didn't sell her. - Care to elaborate?
Maybe the girl ran away from home.
Or someone stole her mobile.
Could be anything.
Don't you think it's possible that you're wrong about us, Inspector?
Look...
when you've killed some guy
and your parents died because of you,
that's when you end up peering into the abyss.
Anabel's tits too.
What about me?
You need to be you.
And look after me.
You promised.
Blondie.
What's up?
Are we having a party? And no one told me?
How very rude.
How are you?
Are you up for the gym? I fancy some exercise.
Some other time.
- I'm going to get some air. - Take this, Smokey.
See you later, love.
- Did you get her weed? - No.
Well, the next time she wants to take depressants, steal them,
or tell me.
And be careful with her too, don't touch.
Look after her, but don't touch her.
Like a bodyguard.
We clear?
How's my poor Blondie?
Your eyes are red.
From crying.
And from smoking.
And lack of sleep.
I'm having nightmares.
Well, actually just the one.
I hear noises.
Really strange noises.
Metallic.
Like...
blades gliding on ice.
Caught you.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
Zolpidem.
It's a sedative they prescribe to Susana.
Sometimes she gets a little bit anxious.
Don't tell her, OK?
If you mix these with alcohol,
it's hallucinogenic.
You start tripping.
Let's take a trip and forget this shit.
Do you want some?
I don't do drugs.
I don't like vulnerability.
But fuck it.
Today I'm celebrating.
Ah, shit.
Zolpidem.
Careful, it burns.
What are you celebrating?
The start of a new era.
One where I'm starting again.
And I want you...
to come with me.
I'm not having sex.
I've got a posh prude to work with.
But you...
you're different, you've got it figured out.
I've noticed you get on well with Susie.
Did she say what she did?
- No. - No?
She kidnapped the child of some rich bastards,
seemingly not able to understand a thing.
And it turns out she's got the entire police force stumped.
I don't care.
This isn't just gossip,
it's an opportunity.
She trusts you.
And I need to know...
where Susie's hiding her hostage.
What for?
I have plans.
They cost a lot.
But the rich bastards she took the little mouse from have money.
If they exchange it
for information pertaining to the girl's whereabouts,
you'll be able to get your pills,
and I'll get an extended vacation from here.
What do you say?
Wow,
I'm not sure.
I'll think about it.
That was poor form...
knocking me back.
Let's do it then.
No.
I'm not in the mood.
They say that sex between friends just fucks everything up.
Oh, what a rush!
That yellow suits you, Maca Simpson.
How are you?
I haven't smoked weed... since school, I think.
I can see that.
I'd love to have known you at school.
I could see you wearing plastic-framed glasses,
innocent-faced...
"Yes sir." "No sir."
You'd have tried to slap me about.
Definitely. I would've definitely bullied you.
Checked uniform, plastic glasses and pigtails
This girl doesn't seem like a stoner
But if you give her a joint and let her hair down
you'll see how cool she really is
Thank you, people!
For Macarena!
- Curly? - What?
I appreciate it, but...
stuff is weird, and...
- OK. - I want to be by myself.
OK.
I'll leave you be for now.
But don't scare me.
- Have you already moved to our cell? - OK.
Then I'll just make you laugh later.
Blondie...
I get wet every time I think of you
I'm joking.
I've spent the whole week replaying what you told me at dinner,
regarding my marriage.
If I gave you my opinion, it's...
because I want you to move past it.
Surely you and Marco did things together though?
- No. - Birthdays?
- No. - Your anniversary?
- Baptisms, communion? - No, no.
And so I never took myself to bed.
What am I saying! No, no more beer.
Go on, one more. And if you could get rid of these? Thanks.
Come on, why stop now?
You've not mentioned Marcos since he left you.
So now's the time to get it all out.
Married 9 years,
but the sex lasted for...
5,
6 months.
The last time we made love was one Christmas in Gerona,
at his parents' house. They were still alive, so that must have been...
- 3 years ago. - 3 years, yes.
How was it?
What are you asking? If it was good, what positions we used?
- Both! - No!
It's not like I was a sex-machine either, maybe it's that.
Nonsense.
Miranda, you ooze sexuality, so don't let yourself think that.
At dinner I said...
I think that Marcos is...
- What? - He's gay.
- What? Are you joking? - I'm not joking!
I'm serious, think about it for a second.
And the way he left.
To just go, without saying anything, not showing his face,
dropping everything, taking nothing with him.
There must be a reason he acted that way.
Like the straw that broke the camel's back after years of confusion.
A husband that...
hides his true sexual identity
ends up feeling like a fraud
to the person he knows he once loved.
Eventually, he needs...
to disappear, and not be found. Do you see?
He chucked his phone, it's like he wanted to delete everything
that reminded him of those years.
Or there was someone else, a lover.
- Or there is. - A man?
A woman.
Look, if that was the case,
he'd have at least have tried to make you feel like a woman.
At some point he would have.
Also, you mentioned that the passion quickly petered out.
I don't know.
This is difficult to talk about.
Can I give you some advice?
I think you're on the right track.
You need to feel like a woman again.
Take joy in your sexuality.
Ferreiro.
I saw you leaving Sandoval's office.
What's up with your eyes? Are you on drugs?
Tell me.
What happened?
You went into Sandoval's office, you left, and you started crying.
Let go of me.
My parents are dead, and that's what you ask me?
That's all you have to say to me?
My consultations with Sandoval are private,
just between doctor and patient.
A private matter?
Was it private when I found him patting you with his ruler?
Or when I helped your family cut up a corpse?
Fucking hell, Macarena.
If you don't think I care, you're wrong.
It's pretty obvious that I care, a lot.
All I care about is getting out of here.
OK.
Listen.
I'm going to get you out of here. I promise I'll get you out.
In fact, this afternoon you're going to be out.
Have a seat.
4-3.
Fernando.
It's been ages!
I think you've brought fear to the prison.
Or maybe a jerrycan?
I'm not family, this is the earliest they'd allow.
Family in our hearts.
We've got a true, heart-to-heart friendship.
I've been thinking about you a lot.
- Me too. - Hands!
No physical contact.
I found some information in the papers.
I was curious, I wanted to know more.
Are you spying on me?
Are you one of those morbid types that combs the paper for obituaries,
reading about the criminals?
Just your case. And something I read.
Your statement.
"After two or three beatings a day,
"being spat at and constantly raped,
"infidelities, drunken incidents and beatings,
"the longest sentence that the court wants to impose..."
"...will come as a blessing to me."
He deserved it.
Thank you.
Hands, please.
How would you feel about a conjugal visit, just us?
Just like that? No wooing or charm?
- Going straight for the jugular! - It's just to talk.
- I'm not looking for sex. - No, me neither.
And who said sex is classified in the legal justice system?
So the stuff about sex... Let's just leave it there.
This is a warrant for the release of inmate Macarena Ferreiro
for the reconstruction of events surrounding Karim's death.
I would avoid that at all costs.
Her being there could cause her to slip further into depression.
Sorry, but this is standard protocol.
Macarena is implicated
and her testimony is vital to getting the facts. It's court-ordered.
Fabio, go with her.
She'll need a friendly face.
Macarena.
Macarena, listen to me.
Despite the police report from the helicopter,
I think Karim pointed his gun at you after shooting your father.
Is that correct?
Macarena,
Castillo is saying he saw Karim point the gun at you before you shot him.
Is that true?
- Macarena! - No!
What the fuck are you saying? I killed him because he killed my father.
Is that not self defence? He didn't aim at me.
He pointed and shot my father.
So I emptied a clip into his head.
I'd do it a thousand times.
This is hard,
but protect yourself.
Mine and Fabio's statements will help in court.
Like how you helped in court before?
Or when you helped my father?
Or when my mum died?
No thanks, Castillo.
Go to hell.
Castillo, give us a moment.
Right boys, let's go. There's coffee in the van.
What if the prisoner escapes?
I've got beers in the van. Do you want one?
Come on.
Finally, one of my own.
How are you?
Susana told me she has a17-year-old daughter.
She's lying, the couple had no children.
That's why I called.
She's clearly unstable.
I'm not sure if she's confusing
the kidnapped victim with her real daughter.
Doctor, is that possible?
There is such a disorder,
an emotional paranoia that manifests itself
in making up children, siblings and parents.
The sufferer believes they have family members that never existed,
or that have been resurrected from the dead.
- What else has she told you? - That her daughter is in a box.
Maybe she's referring to a basement or a hiding place,
somewhere underground.
I'll get more out of her.
Our plan is working. She's scared of Zulema and she trusts me.
Be wary of Zulema.
I've got her under control.
No offence, but I highly doubt that.
Helena, don't lose sight of your objective.
Just imagine that you're in England.
Why are we here?
To do something nice.
Enjoy the view, drink a beer,
live in the moment.
When I said I wanted to leave prison,
this isn't exactly what I had in mind, but...
but thank you.
Well...
When I said I was going to get you out, this wasn't exactly what I meant.
Zulema has three million buried somewhere in Morocco.
You must convince your brother to go looking for it.
I'll break you out.
And then...
we'll open a beach bar in Brazil. Don't you love to dance?
Are you serious?
Do you know how bad a policeman's pension is?
- Let's go then. - Now?
- Yes, right now. - We can't right now.
It'd cause too much trouble. Castillo would get demoted or fired,
so would the other men here.
But we wouldn't be hurting anyone by taking that money.
- Who are you? - Fabio.
No.
You're my guardian angel.
You've dissected a corpse, you've put yourself in harm's way,
and now you're planning to break me out of prison and run away with me.
What is it?
Are you in love?
With you?
- No. - No?
We can find out.
- There's nothing to find out. - Yes, there is.
What?
When you're out,
that's when we find out.
So now you're a man of principles?
Yes, I am.
I'm trying to do things right.
Hey, lovebirds!
It's time to go.
You came back to see Anabel, didn't you?
She gives you treats and bread.
- She came back? - They've become best friends.
She's getting better and she's come to see Auntie Anabel.
You've got to behave.
Do you think they'll let you keep a bird in here?
They let Zulema have a scorpion. My pet is harmless.
It's not staying.
It's a rat with wings, not a cat or something.
It'll buzz about all night keeping us up.
You stay away from my bird.
You can't sleep because of your conjugal visit!
Am I right? That Fernando, he's going to slip it straight into you.
That's enough of that!
He just wants to be alone with me,
because you can't do anything in the public visits.
You get no peace.
It's just to hold hands.
It's not your hand he wants to hold.
- Maybe read you poetry? - You two know nothing.
- You've never been properly courted. - What?
Have you seen this body?
Yes, but you've never been properly courted.
He wants some intimacy, it's not just for...
I already asked, he said it's not for sex.
Listen my dear, at our age, no chance.
Yeah, sure.
You'll find out what an orgasm is, unlike with your ex.
It'll be you doing the punching this time.
- Curly, don't! - What's wrong with you?
Curly, please. Stop!
Do you know why I never had to fake an orgasm with my husband?
Because he didn't care, just like the clients you fucked for money.
I wouldn't feel it, but you've no idea
how I'm feeling about a date with a man,
I'm like a 53-year-old virgin.
Like a teenager.
No one's ruining that.
I'm having a conjugal visit!
It's shit yourself and do it anyway, as we say back home.
It's just, you know...
that part of me down there has all but been forgotten about.
But it finally seems like there's a man who's helped me remember it.
What'll I say?
Tell him I don't really remember how it works?
I'm faking an orgasm.
Everyone else does.
My God, life is sweet.
I've had plenty of action in prison.
I'm so nervous, can you believe that?
My love!
Raúl?
It's Miranda, your sister-in-law. How is everything?
I'm glad.
Good.
It's just...
in the end, you realise that the love is gone and...
Of course. You learn from everything.
Of course.
Yes, put him on.
Hello, Marcos.
Congratulations.
No...
It's no one's fault. It's OK.
But listen...
I need to ask you something. I need to know...
Are you gay?
Oh my god.
How pathetic.
I didn't know what to say.
How is it possible that you knew and I didn't?
I lived with him.
Love is blind, or so they say.
Congratulations.
You've opened your eyes. You can see again.
When you rediscover your sex-drive,
you'll feel completely liberated.
I don't know what you're suggesting,
but if you're talking about picking someone up at a bar, no.
I'm not the type to go around sleeping with strangers.
Me neither.
How was it? Did you bring me back anything nice?
A serrano ham sandwich?
A bottle of lotion for me to lather your body with?
The thing is, my cards didn't work and...
I felt bad asking Castillo to let me loose.
- So... - I've been gasping.
Maca, I'd save your energy.
In therapy, they said that you and Bambi
are going to get steamy in the showers.
- What? - Hey, hey!
I'll fuck you up!
You fucking loud-mouth!
You're being a bitch to Sole and Maca!
- Enough! - Go fuck yourself!
I said stop!
Stop defending me!
I don't want your pity! Get it?
I was powerless when that bastard raped you,
but you won't hurt Anabel for me.
Now stop!
What did you say to Maca when you were sitting there,
like Beauty and the Beast?
She seemed happier.
I told her we'd escape together.
- You're joking! - No, it's the truth.
She needs something to keep her going,
and if there's no one to encourage the fantasy
that it'll all get better, you're done for.
- Good evening! - Evening.
Good evening.
The Governor's investigating Count Nosferatu.
Jesus.
I could change Susana's medication.
Just now, she's taking Lithium, anxiety pills, sedatives.
I could change them for hypnotics.
It'll help her get to sleep,
but her dreams will be more intense.
She'll talk louder in her sleep.
These are caffeine pills, they'll help keep you awake.
You might get an insight into her world, her reality.
You have to eat.
Come on, that's it.
That's it, good girl.
Go on...
- Eat... - A bit more, come on.
My darling...
My darling.
That's it, good.
Cold.
You're cold, sorry.
You're cold.
Of course, there are no windows.
Who's cold?
Come here, come on.
That's it.
Your daughter?
- Your daughter's cold? - Yes.
Where is she?
I can help her.
I've got a dolly
she has a blouse
and a cardigan.
I took her for a walk
and I got ill.
I've got her in my bed...
Help!
Good morning.
Anabel,
I was up all night
thinking about you...
and meu.
A lot has happened,
a lot...
since I got here.
I arrived innocent.
Or that's what I told myself, morning and night,
and now I've got some cases pending...
for escaping, for theft,
manslaughter...
and murder.
By my calculations, I'm going to be here another 25 years or so.
And honestly, with a sentence that long,
what's the difference between 25 and 30?
Doesn't make much difference in this shithole.
So you have two choices.
Option one: look at your arm and see my name.
Remember that
I've got nothing to lose.
Option two is prepare to go to war.
You decide.
Do you mind?
Listen.
I was thinking,
unlike these other crazy bitches,
I can trust you.
I'm going to escape.
I've got a plan, but I can't do it alone.
What do you say?
- I don't know. - I'll take you wherever you want.
- Where would you like to go? - I don't know.
To see your daughter?
No.
Susana, look at me.
A mother's bond with her child is sacred.
Where is she, Susana?
- Tell me. - She's dead!
She died after a year, so how can you take me to her?
What's going on?
Anabel was about to sell off a girl in the showers.
She's nicknamed Bambi because she looks like a defenceless young fawn.
She's called Cristina.
I know her. Continue.
She prostituted her,
whored her out to the older prisoners
to perform oral sex on them.
She must have bitten one of them or something.
Anabel was seething and decided to sell her.
I bid for her.
And now Anabel says I owe her money and...
and she's stalking me.
I'm genuinely scared for my life, Governor.
Macarena,
you're making a very serious allegation.
She's etched my name into her forearm,
and she shows me every time I see her.
She's got issues.
I'm sorry, I don't think that you pity me.
You're the person that's had my back the most
ever since I got here.
I'm sorry.
Sandoval says I'm depressed,
that I feel responsible for my parents' death.
You're not responsible.
- You hear me? - Yes.
You had to do it.
My father was so black and white about what was right and wrong.
Always going on.
Don't do bad unto others, don't lie...
Always saying it.
Soledad, can you confirm the allegations Macarena Ferreiro
- has made against her? - I can. They're true.
Anabel intimidates other inmates and then prostitutes them.
None of them say anything because they're so scared.
But respecting the values and honesty that my father taught me
has never helped me in here.
Never.
Anabel had it in for her from day one.
She's forcing Macarena to prostitute herself.
If I'd killed Zulema,
with all the opportunities I had,
my parents would still be alive.
They're beautiful.
Remind me of childhood.
Last night, I was dreaming, but I was awake.
You know the feeling?
All the mistakes I've made in my life
are because I tried to be the person my father wanted me to be,
but I can't be her.
I don't want to be.
Why the pills? To keep your eyes open all night?
- So what are you going to do? - For now,
every person making my life more difficult
is going to be dealt with.
Anabel,
have you ever prostituted fellow inmates?
I have nine prisoners confirming Macarena Ferreiro's accusations.
A murderer's accusation?
I'm well-behaved, Governor. I've no violent convictions.
You can't trust those women, they're criminals.
I suppose I shouldn't listen
to a guard confirming those accusations either.
Nor should I believe my own eyes, Anabel.
We've found your drug stashes.
Some aspirin, a hairdryer,
coat hangers, and some toys from the maternity ward.
You're making a mistake. Don't punish me with such injustice.
They're quite clearly manipulating you.
I need you to show me your forearm.
It's you or them.
My father never taught me that one.
Take her to solitary.
What?
You knew my plan,
and you chose the easy route:
betray me and do it without me.
Now you won't need pills to spy on her.