Dad's will was read yesterday.
- Have we got anything? - Not much, really.
He didn't have property in Montecarlo, accounts in Switzerland or anything.
I suppose no bastard children have appeared either?
Not that I know of.
So we're alone in this world, sister.
The only strange thing is...
do you know what he left Castillo?
Do you remember the Sherlock Holmes book,
- the first edition that Dad had? - Yes.
Well, that. I don't know.
How did the inquiry into Karim's death go?
What do you think?
I emptied a gun into a man's head
and kept shooting until I ran out of bullets.
I kept pressing the trigger.
The prosecutor wasn't very impressed by my pain.
Of course.
Fuck them.
Has Fabio told you the escape plan yet?
When do we start?
What's wrong?
What?
There isn't a plan, Román.
No, there isn't anything.
Fabio lied to us.
The money you gave up for your hand...
He says the police have it.
It seems like there isn't a single man in this world
who isn't tempted to cheat and lie to me.
Difference being, I'm going to kill this one.
Román.
Your time is up.
4-3. Come on.
Mum.
What is this? Oh!
Oh no, girls! No! You're really going all out for my hen do.
Remember my transplant, my menopause,
and my Christian religion.
Where did you get the uniform?
How is this not my uniform, fucking junkie?
I left it for washing on Friday, move your arse and look for it.
It's not on the list, Valbuena.
Look: Méndez, Martínez, Palacios... It's not here.
Go on, girl!
Do you think I'm an idiot?
Tomorrow I want my uniform spotless with trouser creases.
Or you'll spend a week in solitary, understand?
Understood, Valbuena. I'll look around, it could have gone to be sewn.
You wouldn't have a ripped cuff or a loose button, would you?
I don't have any loose buttons.
Girls, girls, girls.
What's wrong?
Oh, goodness.
My heart's beating really fast.
You've suffered an arrhythmia.
If you've had a transplant, this is very serious.
Well, girls, my hen do has come to an end.
Your chances of developing a dilated cardiomyopathy are very high.
From now on, you need to avoid any stressful situations.
My recommendation is that you postpone the wedding.
Doctor.
Get rid of the salt, the cold meats, the saturated fat.
But don't tell me I can't get married, because that will kill me.
I'm going to give you a monitor so I can check on you.
It's a device that continuously measures your pulse rate.
It will alert us to any abnormalities, and if it does,
it's all over.
- Understood? - Crystal clear, Doctor.
Relax and take it easy.
Sole, make sure that...
That tomorrow is the happiest day of your life, but not the last.
Yes.
Why are they taking so long?
Because breaking the law, as you'd expect,
takes time.
It's very little time for a dying girl.
Can I make a call?
It's personal.
Castillo, no.
I wanted to make a reservation. Yes, for tonight.
At 9:30pm.
The name is Zulema Zahir.
Zahir, with a 'h'.
Yes, just one person. Thank you.
I've spent years dreaming of a wild turbot.
Kabila.
The semi-finals of the interprisons boxing tournament starts...
They've granted you third grade.
I repeat, it starts at 11am in the gym.
And when can I leave?
Right away. It's Friday, your weekend.
Now? It's Sole's wedding today.
I wanted to catch the bouquet...
If you want to stay, I can take you later.
No, thank you. I'll call my sister.
Whatever you want.
I'm not really one to give prisoners a lift.
But given the state you're in, with broken ankles, well...
Do you remember the abortion pill my sister gave you?
It was strychnine.
I put it in your coffee to kill you.
If you're alive, it's because Sole put a stop to it,
but whether you're alive or not doesn't bother me.
Acting as a taxi or giving me fucking chocolates...
won't make me forget.
No.
Son of a bitch.
What's up, Romay? I'm skidding.
- I'm skidding. - Shall we lift you up?
But for Sole's wedding, we're going to bust some moves...
...at 11am in the gym.
I repeat, it starts at 11am in the gym.
They're going to release Zulema.
Bravo.
They haven't done it yet, but they won't take long.
The public pressure is unbearable.
Your Dad left me one of the first editions of Sherlock Holmes.
Why?
So you don't torture yourself over killing my mum.
You don't apologise for killing someone's mum.
I don't know what they say.
They don't teach you that at school.
I think about you all the time.
And I know you're the most innocent in all of this.
Yes.
Zulema will be the one set free.
Well...
Nothing's happened yet.
We couldn't be further away.
I can get further away.
I can get much further away.
I can do the dirty work.
If I break Zulema, I want you to do something for me.
Whatever you want.
My freedom.
I'd help rescue the girl
and never return to Cruz del Sur.
I give you my word.
Let's see...
What did you need to say to me? I've left my knee pads in the cell.
I have the test results. You'll never guess what!
What?
You're 20 days pregnant.
I can't be!
Not 20 days,
because my husband only came 15 days ago.
Nobody shoots me up!
Well 20, 15...
There is always margin for error, Saray.
The important thing is that you're having a baby.
We need to do an ultrasound,
then we can see the foetus.
Sole, here's the dress they've authorised
- for the ceremony. - Thank you.
Wow, look at that. What a dress.
They may have authorised that, but the tarot and Sandoval say otherwise.
Look, Sole.
You're getting married with the deceased's heart and her husband.
The tarot won't understand that.
It seems the groom's daughters won't either.
What's wrong?
The embryo still can't be seen, but the gestational sac can.
Let's see where it is... It's there, look.
There we go.
I want an abortion.
I thought it was planned.
No way. My husband has no idea.
You and I both know this is no place to raise a child.
You don't need to decide right now.
I've already decided.
I don't want to bring a child into this world, full stop.
Look, Saray,
bringing a child into this world will make it a better place.
You don't know it yet, but you'll really want this.
Thirdly and finally:
a child always helps you through the bad times.
I know. Now you go home, knock your wife up
and go for a walk in the country.
Look, a few days ago, my wife lost the baby we were expecting
and then she left me.
I would love to go home,
knock my wife up and go for a walk in the country,
but it can't be.
I'm sorry. I'm not going to have a baby just because you can't.
As your doctor, I will support you in your decision,
when you make it.
Do you know what we should do?
You should go to your cell and sleep on it.
Let me know tomorrow, OK?
No low punches or anything below the waist.
I want a clean fight.
Touch them up.
To your corners.
Let's go!
Very well.
Maca!
Come on, Maca!
Go on, you can do better than that.
You need to work harder.
Separate, shit! Separate.
Hey, Ferreiro!
No!
Do you want ice to numb the pain?
I don't mind the pain.
Ready.
Good.
Last one.
I want a phone.
You can pay the debt you have with my silence.
And with my backside.
Start getting ready.
You'll have your freedom in an hour.
Good.
Justice always rights wrongs.
Miranda.
Go and turn left.
They're releasing Zulema.
But do you know what I think?
She's doing us a favour.
And saving an innocent girl's life is the same, right?
Do you know what I think?
In life, you need to get rid of anything toxic.
Toxic relationships,
toxic managers...
Even toxic inmates.
You know what I like most about you?
Your honesty.
That's what I need in a man right now.
I've already told you. I'm not who you think I am.
And what did I do?
Did I get scared?
Did I run away and ask for help?
Maybe you thought this was a game, but it's not for me.
Are you sure?
I don't want a divorcee affair.
I'm monogamous.
- And monogamists don't play? - No.
Let's play.
But I'll have to punish you.
A bad girl
who came to school without clothes.
And without me asking.
Punish me.
Bambi, my things.
From now on, they'll have to call you Chucky, remember?
You're here.
I've got déjà vu.
Well...
- I almost didn't say goodbye. - I noticed.
You go and I stay...
I honestly didn't imagine it like this.
But never mind.
We've both done all we can to get out of here.
You bribing an officer, and me with the kidnapped girl.
It went really badly for me and you told me that.
I need to accept it.
There's no other way.
Zulema, a hug?
And a punch.
With the dumb blonde look and the old man by your side,
I almost liked you.
It seems unfair to me that you won't go to your Dad's wedding.
We've come to ask you not to marry him.
Oh great.
You've come to tell two adults
that you've decided what they have to do, so they don't do it.
Two adults that got to know each other through glass.
But not just through glass. Your dad and I have experienced love.
You got to know him by stealing confidential documents.
And with a sentence of 22 years.
What kind of love story is that?
It's a shit story.
What do you want from my dad?
I've only got 11 more years.
You're a murderer who killed her husband and set him on fire.
- What shall we do? Celebrate? - Well, no.
You should respect your dad more.
If you don't want to celebrate his happiness, that's your problem.
I'll tell you one thing:
doctors have tried to stop this wedding, just like the tarot,
and now you two.
Pay attention to this.
Love can be felt through this glass.
Love can be felt through iron bars.
And you can feel that outside, someone, somewhere,
is thinking about you.
Your dad chose me out of 100,000 other women, free women.
And that is really brave...
So, from the bottom of my heart, I'm very sorry, but I'm getting married.
Come on.
I don't have much time, I won't beat about the bush.
Where is the girl?
Oh, God.
I burnt my stomach with an iron,
I caused a mouth infection with bacteria from the toilet,
I ate my own tracksuit.
Do you think you can torture me?
I'll be honest. I'm not a torturer.
I...
I'm...
I'm an accountant.
When I don't know something, I search for it online.
You want to make an atomic bomb? Internet.
You want to kill someone? Internet.
I get it.
What are you going to do? Tell me.
Force me to swallow detergent?
They've already purged my stomach.
No, much simpler.
A syringe... and air.
There we go.
Where is the girl?
LOCKED UP
I won't take long.
Where's the money?
I handed it in to the police.
Right.
I'll be back.
You've cheated everyone, Fabio.
First I thought you were helping my dad,
then I thought you were helping my sister.
There was even a nice love story between you two.
And now...
Now it seems it was all...
to get money that would cost me my arm.
Look at it.
No!
4-3.
Come in.
- Mum, what are you doing here? - Saray.
I'm so happy. You've finally fallen pregnant.
My daughter.
Please, separate yourselves.
You can't imagine how I felt when I found out.
I had to sit in the kitchen because I was falling.
Your husband made me cry. They say that men don't cry.
Of course they do, but over nice things, right?
Saray, you're not going to say anything?
No.
You're not scared?
Oh, my darling, how brilliant.
A baby, Saray, only brings beautiful things.
Your dad is so proud of you...
Oh, my darling.
You look very pretty, Saray. That means it'll be a boy.
Us mums know.
We can put him in little Juan's clothes,
I've got everything stored.
Oh, Saray. I'm just so happy.
My daughter will be a mother.
My sincerest congratulations, Grandma. I don't want to bother you.
I'm Carlos Sandoval, Saray's doctor.
- You can't imagine how happy we are. - I can imagine.
Saray's health is our main concern, I'll take care of it personally.
- Thank you. - Of course.
Maca, do me a favour.
Don't fill me with air. I ordered fish...
for dinner, I don't want to cancel it due to gases.
No, don't worry. The air goes straight to the carotid.
- It's an artery. - Don't mess about.
- Do you want to know what'll happen? - Show me.
Bambi, the phone.
Come on.
Read aloud.
So we can all hear. Please.
Make sure these 15 seconds of power don't go to your head.
I don't want to read.
Bambi, read it.
"Puncturing air into an artery
"creates bubbles that move through the circulatory system.
"From 50 cubic centimetres,
"it could produce a circulatory collapse
"in the central nervous system;
"a stroke,
"or in the heart, a heart attack,
"which could be fatal,
carrying a risk that multiplies as the air quantity rises."
Shit, how painful.
Chucky.
You're better off killing babies.
Go on the lookout. Run.
It's pretty ugly, isn't it?
It's pretty ugly.
It's like Russian roulette.
It's undetectable in an autopsy and it's very clean.
So...
- What do you want? - To know where the girl is
and get out of here.
Kill me then.
That way, you won't waste time.
You're such a pig.
You know what? You could still stay alive.
Oh, shit. Bitch...
It gets even uglier with the third dose.
40 cubic centimetres of air, having a party in your veins...
making their way to your heart.
If you notice a prick in your arm, let me know.
It's angina.
Zulema, I'll ask you once more.
Where is the girl?
Last question and that's it, I swear.
Can you have a shag after?
I don't know, Tere.
I might need to ask Sandoval's permission, or ask Fernando's daughters,
or the deceased, or the world and its wife.
Well, be careful, in case the machine starts to beep
to the rhythm of samba with each thrust.
What do I do if it beeps?
I'd need to stop in the middle of the man's hot moment.
- No. - Yes, my love. I need to breathe.
You need to give him a blow job or a hand job.
It's like junkie romanticism.
- I'm sticking to what I said. - Don't move,
or you'll look like a panda.
Congratulations, Sole.
- Thank you. - A wedding day is unforgettable.
I hope so.
You need to do nice eyeliner. Not this rubbish.
Anything new?
We're still waiting.
Castillo?
Yes?
The helicopter is here.
I was bluffing.
They didn't tell me anything and you're messing it all up.
Bambi, apparently she's bluffing!
Do you believe it?
Because I don't.
Tell me where the money is,
or from now on, you'll be able to get the mail from the box without opening it.
Nothing.
Let's find out.
We're going for 50 cubic centimetres.
Let's go.
I see you understand the concept of justice well.
You can tell you're about to marry a judge.
I'm not marrying Lidia, she left me.
After slicing up a body and putting it in her freezer,
it's the least she could do.
Son of a bitch.
It was your idea, you did it.
- To steal from us! - Wait, Román. Shit!
Bitch!
You're bleeding.
Keep a lookout! Run!
You're such a bitch...
This is for my brother, the only thing I have left.
Do you really think that?
You think I stole?
Did you think that going out with a sawn-off shotgun like Bruce Willis
wouldn't have consequences?
Kidnap, shoot, steal...
Do you really think I'm capable of all that?
You're giving me a heart attack, you bitch.
That's the least that'll happen, because you've got 50 cubic cm.
You're living on borrowed time.
Shall we go for another?
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
I live like a dog in this caravan,
with my gangrene hand, my sister in prison
and my dead parents.
You've stolen my only hope.
The girl is in an abandoned stable,
in Cañada de Ávila.
Go on.
Run and they won't find you.
Hide in a hole.
Hide yourself.
So if this money doesn't appear,
you won't appear either.
She tricked us.
"Run and hide in a hole."
That's not like Zulema.
Shall we go for more?
- It took you a while. - Yes?
I'm sorry, Zulema.
At least save the girl.
She's in Santa María de la Alameda.
In an abandoned stable.
Pray...
for my heart to burst.
Because I'm going to kill you.
I'm going to kill you.
Run, bitch.
Run.
Untie her.
Hello, Mum.
How are you?
Well, I've had a few bad days.
I've had some business problems and...
The girls have stirred up some stuff. Well, anyway...
I need to borrow some money.
18,000 euros?
Can you move it outside?
Mum, I need you to help me, please.
I'm asking you, please.
- Yes, I'm Carlos Sandoval. Who is it? - Good afternoon.
I'm the Investment Administrator for Cruz del Sur.
We're going to fire the current governor.
And I wanted to ask you confidentially
whether you would accept an offer to become the new governor.
What are you talking about?
Look.
Logically, I can't reject it.
Of course you can count on me. Consider it done.
But you can't scare me.
At all.
OK?
Thank you.
Goodbye.
I order and you obey.
Stay still.
- "Punish me." Say it, say it. - Punish me.
Stay there!
Ferreiro! I'm sorry, she insists on speaking to you.
- I know where the girl is. - Macarena, what's happened?
- I got information from Zulema. - Where is she?
In a stable in Santa María de la Alameda.
- I know where. - Come with me.
No! She can't go without the order of a judge.
- What judge? - I won't allow it.
She got information that neither judges nor the police could get.
She's coming with me.
Castillo.
Under my responsibility.
Let's go.
Carlota, go and find Zulema.
Zahir, come with me.
Zulema.
Are you OK?
Zulema, you're bleeding. What happened?
Zulema.
I didn't get my turbot dinner.
Come here, sit down.
I'm scared of getting old.
Getting old in here.
There's a lot of damp for an old lady.
But not death.
Zulema.
Zulema, can you hear me?
Death doesn't scare me.
It just annoys me that I'm not living as I know how.
Zulema!
Zulema, can you hear me?
Of course, there is something after death.
There will still be Christmases and summers.
There will still be birthdays.
And elections.
Only that you're not here.
I think...
that I'm dying.
Valbuena, help me! Zulema's in bad shape!
Tell Sandoval an inmate needs help.
Only those who are forgotten, die.
I think they will remember me.
Like Billy the Kid.
We're looking for a hunting ground with a stable, cattle, a farm...
That's all we know. It might look abandoned.
How far is Santa María de la Alameda?
Approximately 14 minutes.
Proceed for take off.
Sandoval! Zulema doesn't have a pulse.
- Sandoval! - She's on a stretcher.
Shit! Sandoval, Sandoval, Sandoval!
Come on, get up!
Zulema is unconscious! She's unconscious, do you hear?
- Sandoval! - Defibrillator.
Zulema!
- What happened? - A heart attack. Scissors!
- Cut it. - We need to revive her!
One, two, three, four...
- Seven, eight, nine... - Harder, we're losing her!
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...
Charge!
Get back.
- Charge! - There isn't a pulse.
Charge!
Give it more power.
Stand back.
What are you doing? You'll kill her!
- Move! - Don't give it more power!
- No, no, no. You'll kill her! - Move.
She's dead, idiot! You've killed her!
- Charge! - He wants to kill her!
He wants to kill her!
We've got her.
But she's in a coma.
Before point-blank shooting whoever is helping you,
you should be sure, don't you think?
Answer, bastard.
Yes, you need to be sure.
Yes, I need to be sure. We're going to call the police.
Hello, I'm looking for the Colombian.
No, I'm Anabel, you don't know me. I'm calling on behalf of Papi Sánchez.
Perfect.
Look, you're forced to trust someone in prison.
One or two people.
But...
How do you choose someone to trust
in this human dump?
If they betray you,
you need to hit back really hard.
As hard as you can.
And everybody will remember that they can't mess with you.
It's better to live 10 years as a queen
than one as scum, right?
There you go.
Like a fucking queen.
We need to trace around 15 to 20 kilometres.
We're searching for an abandoned and isolated stable.
Copy.
- Fabio, where are you? - I went home.
Castillo, a question:
where is the three million from Morocco?
How would I know? It should be with the judicial authority.
- Yes, but what did you do exactly? - Shit, well... What you told me.
Yes, but what did I say?
To declare that Macarena Ferreiro had helped recover the money,
so that she had extenuating circumstances.
- What's all this about? - Thank you, Castillo. I'll call you.
Mum, remember to throw the bouquet after, OK?
I want to get married, but in white.
- As long as it's not a whore. - Of course, darling.
Even the junkies should get married once in this life.
It must be great to be floating all day
without having taken anything. Right, Tere?
What's wrong?
- Are you OK? - I'm just really happy.
- Yes? - More than I thought I would be.
I'm really happy. My goodness! I'm getting emotional.
I'll end up like a panda.
We can't see anything that matches the description.
We can't see any stables.
CLIENTS HORSE BREEDING
DECEASED
- Helena. - Yes, Castillo.
Find out if Cesáreo had any clients in Santa María de la Alameda.
- Quick! - I'm getting it.
I've got it here.
I'm looking for the file.
Here it is. It seems there was a client in that area.
They died a few months ago.
The address is towards the north...
Near Las Herreras. I'll send you coordinates.
We've got it.
Go towards Las Herreras. To Las Herreras!
You may kiss the bride.
Keep the ring safe, I can't have it in here.
They'd cut my finger off.
We need to ask for a nuptial meeting.
I already asked for it. Don't worry, you don't need to carry me.
Girls, get ready, I'm going to throw the bouquet.
Governor, come on. No, Sole. No, thank you.
On one,
two,
and three!
Can you see that farm with the stable in the middle?
We're going there. Descend.
Descend!
Come on! Do I need to open it?
Prepare first aid.
Amaia,
can you hear me?
Amaia!
Get her out immediately.
Get her out now, come on!
Local emergency and rescue service. We've found Amaia.
How long until you arrive? Over.
- 10 minutes. Is she stable? - Barely.
She has a weak pulse. We're giving her first aid.
We've got her!
She's alive!
Yes! Yes!
We're arriving at the scene.
Get her ready.
Slowly, that's it.
Slowly.
Thanks to her, we found you.
Save the horse.
What?
Save the horse.
Come on. Let's go.
We need to get going.
Amaia!
- Long live the bride! - Pretty!
Beautiful!
Are you Fernando?
Avoid train stations and airports.
Don't contact any friends or relatives.
Leave the country via a small port, preferably by a pleasure boat.
Then look for a man,
or a woman.
Fall in love, buy a dog,
and don't ever come back.
Take my phone. Call your brother, get him to pick you up.
I'll be unconscious for 45 minutes.
You have time.
You need to injure me.
Wait, wait, wait!
Somewhere I don't have hair.
If I need stitches, I don't want them to shave me first.
Run?
Where?
And why?
To run away with no aim,
without anyone to hug?
Adding years to my sentence.
We talk about resentment,
when really, there's only one thing to learn:
the next name on a gravestone could be yours.
- Castillo. - Hello.
Macarena, where are you?
Escaping.
- But... What? - But you know what?
Maybe your plan wasn't that bad and mine was a bit crazy.
I wasn't going anywhere.
So...
I think I'm going back.
I'm going back, Fabio.
Castillo.
Are you OK?
A LIQUID IS A STATE OF A MATERIAL WITHOUT A PARTICULAR FORM.
IT CHANGES WITH EASE AND MOULDS TO ITS RECIPIENT.
THE HUMAN BODY IS 70% WATER.