Subtitled: TrollHD
Hong Fan sent a container to China
with all the money raised.
This is the serial number of the container.
In two weeks you are going to escape with them.
She will die inside that container.
Soledad, get yourself a good lawyer,
because they are going to accuse you of your husband's murder.
We have something you want.
Everybody wins. You, your container full of money.
I get my freedom and you leave her alone.
I don't think I want to continue with this.
Think about it, because if you talk to the police, there is no turning back.
They cut his throats with a steel cable.
Someone changed his shifts, and what I do know, is prisoners don't do that.
If you're planning something to get out of this hellhole,
I want to be inside. - Controlling the flow of chickens,
we have a direct line with the outside.
And now that you know how it works, What are we going to get?
Glycerin.
I want a space in transportation.
You will not enter the business.
There was a time when you knew what you had to lose.
I know who killed Unai.
I have evidence.
In the center, Unai's blood,
at one end, the blood of the prisoner who held the cable.
Anabel Villaroch.
Do you deserve to be charged with her murder?
They have killed Anabel.
Hello.
They have killed Anabel.
What?
What happened?
Who could have killed this poor thing?
Sole.
They killed Anabel.
Soledad has avenged the death of her husband.
That is the simplest hypothesis.
I expect more from you, Rojas.
Did she douse her with acetone to burn her alive and then stab her?
What happened?
She ran out of matches?
Soledad Núñez was sentenced for burning her husband,
But in the last moment,
she changed the modus operandi to deflect suspicions?
We are going to interrogate her.
She will confess.
Mama, it's okay.
I'll pick up Alice on Thursday,
after school and I'll give her a snack.
Sure, so you stay in bed and you recover.
Yeah.
Yeah, mama, but it's the flu. You have to give it a week.
Paula!
Good...
Well, we leave it like that.
A little kiss.
Get better, and drink a lot of water.
Bye.
Hey.
Who are you looking for?
My daughter,
Alicia González Carrillo.
- Alicia? - Yes.
Alice has not come today on the bus.
- How come he hasn't come? - But, aren't you her mother?
- Yes. - Well, I have an envelope
that they left for you with the concierge.
Here.
Sorry,
Do you want us to notify to school?
No. No, I had forgotten she had karate.
Okay.
Good...
It's crazy, really, to empty out the feathers of the pillows.
Hey! Look, that doesn't belong to anyone.
Vargas, out!
- No, it's that over... - Vargas!
It's bad luck to go through the things of a dead woman,
Even it is Anabel.
Well, Sole has been taken for interrogation.
To the people we are a threat to society
they put us in jail,
but what's done with people who are a threat in here?
There is not a jail for the jail,
so only divine justice remains.
Divine justice didn't stab her 12 times
in the back.
But,
Do you think it was her?
She certainly doesn't have a lack of motive.
- Well, we have all motives. - That's true.
Look, Millán,
The detective discovery you've made!
The comforter of Anabel! Ole!
That's Gonzalo "the Phallus"!
Yes, yes, look inside. Let's see what there is!
But don't throw it away. Give it to me, woman.
No, no, let her keep it, she really needs it.
Did Anabel have family or children
or someone who actually gives a shit?
I don't think anyone will miss her.
But well, girl...
Oh, really...
«The lady of the camels».
Oh, no, camellias, camellias.
Sudokus, Curly, Do you want them for your poop breaks?
Oh, look, she had family and everything.
Man! She won't have a family...
She looks nice.
Oh. Poor girl.
- That's Sole's bed, isn't it? - Yes.
Well of course.
Holy shit...
It's very simple, Núñez.
Standard question:
Did you stab Anabel, yes or no?
Defend yourself, damn it!
Even the psychopaths who have
fifty corpses buried in their garden say they have not done anything.
We have found this shank, inspector.
It was hidden in her cell.
Murderers...
They get rid of the murder weapon.
What's wrong, did you become attached to the shank?
Are you really so sloppy that you hid it in your cell?
Why are they wearing tattoos? The Prisoners?
I have two.
Mainly, it's because there is a lot of boredom.
I believe that tattoos are full of errors,
of shit, right? From, well I did this,
Well, as not to forget, I tattooed it to remind me.
It says a lot about who has them, right?
Let's see, your name name is chosen by your parents,
a nickname is chosen by your colleagues.
But the tattoo... It's one thing that you choose,
the thing you want others know about you.
It's like a map where you draw who you are,
what's happened to you. - Further,
there's a little something, too a little bit of a gang.
Sometimes, you're marking yourself because what you're saying is:
«Be careful, I'm one of those». - As well.
3-3.
I never wanted to have children.
I never had a maternal instinct...
and when a friend took out photos of her babies,
I took off.
I hated mothers' talks, Mothers' blogs
the burdens of mothers...
and just imagining my stomach with stretch marks,
I got sweats.
Until Alicia was born.
My brain took a 180 degree turns.
I just wanted to be with her, look at her,
smother her in kisses
and hold her against my chest at night.
In a second, my little bird
became the most important thing in my life.
The center of everything.
And now, I don't know if she's alive...
or dead.
Come on, come on, councilor.
Councilwoman, listen to me,
You are not dying.
Can you hear me?
Let's go.
What happened?
- Nothing. - Nothing.
Look, Anabel was a fucking bug, okay?
But she has to have some good memory somewhere.
Cruz del Sur, January 2016
Anabel sells to Tere a spiked mix,
How did it end?
Tere in cardiac arrest and almost dead.
Okay, so there you go. A good memory of Anabel.
But I have mine too and I would also like
that someone remembered me.
I need to piss.
Look, if you want something better, put up a picture.
Put a photo on the wall
and Anabel will always live in your heart.
I need to piss.
It's not that.
I need to shit.
Just go. Damn it.
Holy shit.
The fucking bitch, damn it!
Fuck!
Fucking bitch!
You feel like you can't breathe,
you lack air,
like a heart attack,
but it's an anxiety attack.
So breathe. Take air through your nose
and expel through your mouth
until your lungs empty.
Let no one notice that you're upset.
Fake it.
It's the Chinese, right?
What have they done to your daughter?
How do you know?
Well, because if I wanted to
Something from you, I would go after her.
That way they make sure that you do not reveal their plan to the police.
- If something happens to her, I'll die. - Already.
Well, if they see you're weak,
Your daughter is going to be worth nothing.
Learn to control your fear.
Fear refreshes.
That's right...
Get up, come on!
Man! You're still around here?
Fifty thousand euros.
They were hidden in a double bottom in Unai's locker.
They were bribing him, Frutos.
We have a problem,
Altagracia.
Did you know about this?
No.
- Not this. - Really?
Please.
She knows everything.
That some officer was in on this...
Everything.
And what do you propose that we do?
And now what are you thinking?
To see who gave you a beating?
Are you going to make it public? Are you going to tell the director?
I don't know,
but I have to know what the fuck is going on.
I understand,
but do you really think it's worth it?
Why don't you let Unai rest in peace?
And you rest, too.
He had two kids,
Let them have a good memory of their father.
Let it go.
I know her well. She is not going to stop.
You have to kill her.
Frutos,
I pay you a lot of money.
Don't tell me,
Kill her.
What?
Mercedes Carrillo, you have a visitor.
Mercedes Carrillo, report to the visitation room.
Surely that's good news. Go!
What's going on with the councilor?
Nothing.
Hello my love.
She's happy because she's going to see her daughter.
You will see when your child is born.
I know you, Zulema,
Have you done something to her, to the councilor's daughter?
Have you kidnapped her?
- Kidnap? - Yes.
- Me? - Yes.
- A little girl? - Yes.
Never.
I had a great time.
- Yes? - Yes, I was with Lucia all day.
I went to the park and we had a great time
because we went down the slide.
Zulema, children are sacred.
Don't fuck with me.
Let's see, I've only made a couple of calls.
Mom, it's okay.
I'll pick up Alice on Thursday after school,
and give her a snack.
Last week I heard in the parlor
that Mercedes' mother... She had the flu.
Yeah, mom, but it's the flu. You have to give it a week.
Well, we'll leave it like this.
A little kiss.
Get better and drink a lot of water.
Bye.
Women aged over 65
Have to get vaccinated.
So what?
Well, then,
I pretended I was...
Alice's grandmother
and I called the mother of a little friend of hers
to tell her to go pick her up for gymnastics.
What's happening, Mercedes?
What?
Did you call Lucia's mother
so that she stayed at home to sleep?
She says that I called her,
but I have not called anyone.
And then I called grandma
and I told her that I was the mother of the little friend.
And I told her we were inviting the girl to sleep over.
Yes, there was a problem with a document and...
They didn't let me leave.
So I thought it was best, as you were sick.
But I forgot to tell you.
Forgive me. Are you better?
Yes, thank you.
Circle closed.
Okay...
And how did you get the phones?
Omar,
Peace be with you.
The one with the chickens?
He went to the school's concierge.
Incredible what can be achieved while being good.
And then he left a little note to Mercedes,
in Chinese.
Mercedes' concern for her daughter did the rest.
Well, the girl sure had a great time,
That is what is the important.
You have to break the routine of the kids.
It very good advice for you,
Now that you're going to be a mama. - Zulema, you fucked up.
When the councilor realizes,
She's going to lead us to ruin, and she'll have good reason.
We have an escape plan...
and that bitch was going to notify the police.
That's why I've done all this, you understand me?
If we are going to go against the Chinese,
we have to be a team without fissures.
No, I don't have tattoos, because I'm sick of needles.
I don't know, sorry, So shameless, right?
- Have you got a tattoo now? - No no.
Fuck! Wait, wait. I'll show you.
Do you see it?
- What does it say? - Well, you can't see it anymore.
Let's see,
I wanted him to put «Gay pride» and he puts:
- "Falafel". - Falafel.
But come on, I have here some good punctures.
It's also a tattoo, right?
Because it's like a drawing so you forget.
To belong...
Another tattoo?
Man, when I know what I'm going to call the little one,
I'll get a tattoo with her name.
I have a lot of body.
For Zule, yes.
Z
Of fox
Here:
«Love Curly».
Well, it's for love.
- But when she got it, I didn't like it. - Shit.
Because it lasts forever.
You did not take it well.
This is also because of love, truly.
For my friend Zulema.
Because when she fell into a coma, I said the promise that if...
she woke up I would have the tattoo. And then she woke up.
Oh, yes, show yours.
It's a four leaf clover.
For luck and love.
This is going to give me all the luck, you'll see.
- Show the other. - What other?
- She has another. - What a bastard you are, huh?
Show it.
Show it!
I can't.
- I can't. - She has another.
Whore.
You're beautiful.
Thank you.
What?
I don't know if I want to do this.
What happened?
I canceled the meeting three times.
Cancelled,
confirmed,
cancelled, confirmed...
I've driven the official crazy.
Well, I'm glad that you're here.
I was dying to see you, Kabila.
What happened? Is it your first time with a woman?
No, it's not that.
It's that...
Nobody has seen me naked since they operated on me...
Okay.
May l?
Yes.
Good?
Tere.
Tere. Tere!
I will?
Tere.
Tere!
Shit, shit, shit.
Tere!
Tere, Tere, look at me.
Tere, calm.
Tere!
Someone help me!
Somebody come, for God's sake!
Tere, Tere. Tere, shit!
Let somebody come!
Somebody help me, hell! Let somebody come!
You won't talk, right?
In the academy they talked to us about "Occam's razor."
How does it sound?
Occam was a fucking Englishman. He said,
That the simplest explanation is always the most likely.
My grandmother called it "cut and dry."
If that Englishman was in charge of this investigation,
You would be fucking screwed.
But you know, during 30 years of service,
What I've done with Occam's razor?
Passed it by the balls,
Even at the risk that I'll cut them.
Your fingerprints are on the shank.
But my instinct tells me that you're innocent.
Sole, in fact,
we know that you are not guilty of the murder of your second husband.
Help yourself.
You did not kill Anabel.
That's wrong, inspector.
I did kill Anabel.
I killed her a thousand times in my head.
There was not a day that I didn't imagine a different death.
Inspector,
You have your proof,
You have your suspect.
Let's not waste any more time...
I love the oriental greeting.
It's so respectful.
So clean.
With the sweat on people's hands...
- We're leaving in two weeks. - I'm not going.
I don't intend to gamble with the third grade.
I will give you the container number and you can forget about me.
She stays and I don't plan to return.
I'll accompany you to the container
to make sure that we don't deceive you
and then, I'm gone.
I have already fulfilled my part of the deal.
I want the container number.
What deal?
Oh, sure.
They were...
seven numbers and four letters.
Eight,
then six,
five,
nine,
six,
Three. There was a three, right?
It's just that I don't remember very good the order.
There are ten billion possible combinations.
Do you like sudoku?
The number.
We're all going to comply.
Zulema will give you the number of the container,
but only when you are out.
This is much more exciting
and we avoid trips to the interior of the washing machine.
You know what when you show them the container,
They aren't going to let you go? - I have a plan.
Zule, very cool, very cool, but...
What do you want the explosives for?
To shoot rockets on my birthday, no.
The Chinese have an escape plan.
We are going to escape with them,
but them with us, no...
I will wear a full belt of explosives under my uniform...
and when we get there at the end of the road,
I will be the first to get off the truck.
to point out where the container
full of money is. And then...
Three,
two,
one,
zero.
Boom!
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Being locked up is shit, huh?
What are you going to tell me?
Be good, be calm, because look, you have
four months left, that will fly by,
and then they will release you.
And when you're out, There you're going to flip out,
You will love it.
You will see.
So, hold on.
And, in case you were curious, Know that you are going to be a child.
- White, bald and with dark puffy eyes. - Fuck, Curly!
If it comes out like Sandoval, I'll do "practical" surgery.
No, it's going to come out very pretty, like you.
- Like me? - Yes.
Curly,
We would be a scary family.
Admit it.
Saray,
I've fallen in love with a girl, so very much.
Come on,
We'll continue for luck.
From the police...
Short hair?
Yeah.
Very well.
She is a very special girl.
Yes...
You always say that.
Yes, but this time it's for real.
You always say that too.
Okay,
But really, it's,
I don't know, girl, it's different.
And what's the difference?
Well, with her, I imagine myself old,
you know? With our old ailments,
our old shit, and I don't feel sick.
It does not look good, huh?
How much time are we are talking?
No more than six months.
The tumor is very widespread through the parietal lobe,
it causes intracranial pressure,
That's why your head hurts.
I'm sorry.
But we can fight the pain.
There are opioid-based treatments like methadone and morphine,
that will help you...
Yes, I screwed up.
Yes, I think so.
If it had not been for Antonia, you would be dead, Tere,
of an overdose.
Do you have something to tell your friends?
Yes, yes of course.
That this...
Has been stupid.
You think?
Yes, because this, in the end,
the only thing it has done, has been to deceive myself
and end up failing people who cared about me,
you know?
And aside from this, how's it working?
There are women here who can't have children, right?
Or they can't lose weight,
or they can't even be a real woman.
What about me?
Sorry. Sorry.
Girls, sorry.
- No problem. Go on. - Fuck!
Continue.
Well, I can't stop drugs.
I can't.
I'm a junkie, and I'm going to be a junkie until the day I die.
Which will surely be from an overdose
or because I...
choke with my own puke.
And this is fucking shit,
I already know, but it is what it is.
And I don't want to fight anymore.
I...
It's done. I can't anymore.
And to accept, To accept that I'm a junkie.
Fuck, to me, it's such a relief.
It gives me a lot of peace.
And for the first time, in many years,
I feel free.
But really free.
Look what I found in your things...
A neck pillow.
Where did you get it from, Goya?
You know I have neck problems, Zule.
You've been doing extra work
behind my back...
And I don't think you've been paid to serve tea with pastries, right?
Who did they order you to kill?
Come on!
Fuck, fucking...
There it goes, breathe.
Breathe. Breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
There, there...
Well, here you are.
Long live Mexico, you bastards!
- Swallow! - Don't swallow it.
Get me out of here.
I have something to offer you.
Kabila!
Daughter of the great whore!