I have a bad feeling.
If I don't appear in 15 minutes,
Beware.
If we surrender, we lose, But if we fight, we can win.
For Zulema! For! For!
You're going to have to take me to the hospital.
The one thing I can't give you is my freedom.
I have hidden six million Euros.
If you help me escape, we'll go fifty / fifty.
You don't have a daughter because you are a fucking rapist.
I would start using that intelligence to start treating
the father of your daughter with respect.
Welcome to Cruz del Norte.
You might lose your sense of humor after a week in isolation.
If they appointed me director,
it's because my hand does not shake at the time of imparting justice.
Mercedes Carrillo,
Take out all the drugs that you have hidden in your cell
and put them in the gallery hall.
Remember what happens to the dealers
that break the rules in Cruz del Norte.
Do you wanna fuck? Are you kidding?
We are going through some turbulence.
Damn demon from fucking hell.
Here.
Does it still hurt?
I guess I deserve it.
Hey, a little, yes.
You ignored the warnings.
Zulema Zahir almost ripped my head off.
That woman is the devil.
I lowered my guard and she tricked me.
- Well, if it's any consolation,
that woman has tricked us all at some point.
Yes, but I was a dumb enough asshole to take her to the bathroom
and fuck her.
That doesn't appear in the report...
Shut your mouth, what police report?
Sit down already and tell me what it was like.
Sit down!
What's it like?
Eh?
How was it to get with a girl like Zulema?
I imagine it must be like...
caressing a reptile. Cold, moist...
It's different. How to describe...
It's like...
making love with fear.
I imagine it must be like having a rope around your neck.
Pulling and pulling and pulling.
With each push, with each thrust.
Something like that.
You know that a man can ejaculate even after death?
Death and sex go hand in hand.
"La petit norte".
With Zulema, it was close.
Very nearly.
But I'll tell you one thing:
This bitch will not cheat me again.
Beat it.
Hey!
Let's see, little girls...
I might not stand a chance,
but I'm going to take down at least one of you.
Who will it be?
The hens... they are sensitive animals.
They smell bad, yes.
But they get stressed with the fighting.
They get stressed.
Goya...
Be still!
Don't get involved, this doesn't concern you!
What doesn't concern me?
Altagracia is one of mine and I thought that you were too.
One of mine? One of yours.
Look, you took off.
You left us in the shit.
Now Sandoval is back and everything is worse.
Nobody likes you.
You've seen all the Kung Fu Panda movies, eh?
Me too.
Not you?
I like Mexican flicks more.
You won't always be able to protect her.
The prisoners want to kill you,
the officials want to kill you.
You are the fucking mambo queen.
When I got out of isolation, they didn't give me any soap...
Do you know what that means?
That tomorrow you don't shower.
Today, I escape.
Alright, enough!
It's the worst chorus I've heard in my life.
It's awful.
It is not like we are The Singing Girls of Vienna, my dear.
Sole, you should be sentenced to life imprisonment for singing like that.
We need more time, man.
Or a spliff.
Tere, when she smokes, her panties fall down.
This song is shit.
No, no, no! Ladies, please!
The choir has some rules!
Here there are no fights, no blades, no bad vibes.
No voice is better than any other.
Nobody is left out, understood? And anyone who doesn't like it, leave!
Palacios!
Come on girls, from the top!
Four months ago in this prison there were murders,
chicken bombs, escapes...
Today, a chorus.
I congratulate you, director.
There are no secrets, Mrs. Cruz.
You have to set the boundaries, only that.
Its important that the inmates are happy.
I think you've misunderstood me.
I don't want happy prisoners, I want obedient prisoners.
Markets change:
now the business is in cryptocurrencies,
yesterday, property;
tomorrow, renewables.
The only business that has always worked
Is the business of fear, Sandoval.
Fear moves money.
People pay to feel safe in their homes.
People pay to know that they have an electrified fence
between them and the bad people.
I'm about to start building a new prison...
for men.
Oh? I thought the Ministry of the Interior
had a hiring freeze. Almost.
That's why I don't want my name to appear on a newscast.
No escapes, no deaths, no scandals...
And if it happens...
Don't let it get out.
We share our lives and a cell. And love.
What would I change in prison?
Make a hole here, in the middle of the yard,
put in dirt and green grass.
With irrigation. So it will get wet.
The mud, then putting your hands in the mud, right?
Yes,
I had forgotten the feeling
of walking barefoot on the grass.
There are times in the showers...
like a little girl...
I close my eyes and I try to remember that.
No way, I don't have an imagination anymore.
Everything is prefabricated. Everything is plastic, iron.
Everything is hard. Look,
I won't say they should put a pool in here,
but how about a little more shade. Shade is free.
We can haggle about the shade...
It's just that it's not humane.
But what a beautiful girl we have, right?
Come in!
I'm about to ask Sole to teache me how to pray.
How long do they let you see her?
No more than an hour a day.
You and me, what are we now?
I don't know.
What I know
is that we don't deserve to have a relationship out of pity.
And how else can you be with someone in jail?
What we have now, whatever it is,
Saray, it's the best we can have.
When the girl comes out of the incubator
they're going to take you to the mothers' module, right?
I don't know when she will come out.
She will come out.
Of course she will come out.
Because she has gypsy blood.
Because she's a survivor like me.
But when she comes out, she's going to need a little bag to pee,
and three pills a day
and a nurse daily,
I don't know how the hell I'm going to pay.
But hey,
If it's needed, I'm a whore.
Yes?
Zulema, Zulema, Zulema...
What few occasions have we've had, really,
to both be like this, now, face to face.
I've never seen your head from behind.
Do you shave it every day?
It's perfectly bald.
Come in,
Get comfortable.
There.
Do you know what I think?
That all this we have avoided each other because...
we have a lot of respect for each other.
Respect, no.
Fear.
Fear,
We are afraid.
That's why I respect you.
Of course.
The two dominant individuals can't fight
because if that happened, only two things could happen:
they team up, or they annihilate each other.
You and I teaming up is an option.
You are the boss of this hole
and I am the crazy bitch who wants to get the hell out of it.
So then, the second option.
Anyway, you know, that if you look for me,
I'll bury you two meters underground.
Although with a bit of luck maybe,
maybe there is someone who is in charge of doing that work for me.
Did you see Saray?
She would die to have a visit with you.
She's thrilled
because she's very excited to baptize Star.
I wouldn't expect her to ask you to be godmother now, eh?
What did I say...
Do you see that it is not so perfect in my little head
Of course, how are you going to ask for that,
when you tried to kill both of them.
Zulema, Zulema
How fragile friendship is, Do you not think?
How do we escape?
Escapes without planning, they don't go well...
And planned either.
Do you know how long I was an officer in this prison?
Seven fucking years...
I know everything.
Each hall, each chamber,
the action protocols in case of fire,
of riots, of fights, of escape...
And I also know that the heads of the bed screws
fit perfectly with the nuts
from the windows of the dressing rooms. What the fuck!
And from there, it's very easy to jump to one of the outer corridors
and escape...
The perfect escape, you bastard.
But...
it only works once, and for a single person.
And you're not coming.
I need you to help me escape and then I'll come back for you.
Fuckin' bitch, man.
Fuckin' bitch.
Fuck, mami.
The girl is capable of taking the wraps.
She's spent more than an hour watching that shit.
Is she going to take them? For fuck's sake.
Jesus, she's going to take them.
What are you doing? Nothing.
You know that Mercedes was bitten by dogs
for this shit, right?
If you're not going to help me, please clear the way.
Come on...
Great.
What? You dropped this.
You're beautiful.
Palacios, did you set up a choir for me?
Yes. It's going to be really good.
Hey, why don't you sign up? We need more voices.
I'll think about it. Okay.
How clumsy you are today, Altagracia...
A diet, right?
Give me an apple.
Gypsy, calm down, it's not worth it.
And that's how a friendship ends. With a smelly tray.
like a tortilla, fuck...
They found me with a seatbelt wrapped around my neck!
Fight in the dining room, send reinforcements!
My daughter was taken out like a rabbit in a hat! White,
and half dead!
Die!
Fucking bitch!
I did what I had to do.
Bitch!
And one more thing, I'm glad that you're alive. Bitch.
What are you looking at?
That's enough. That's enough.
Right. I won't be able to wear a bikini either
after the two fucking shots you put in me!
You fucking shit!
Let them get tired, the first bitch will bite you.
You are new, Palacios.
It's over! Saray!
The three of us got out from that car alive,
but something died that day!
Death is paid with death!
And you're going to pay. You are going to pay!
Why did you call me so urgently?
So desperately? - Excuse me sir,
the drugs in the gallery have disappeared.
When did they disappear? - I don't know.
I had a round in the yard.
Rewind the gallery's central camera, please.
I'm eager to know the enterprising little bee.
I love women with initiative, Millán.
What is that?
Someone has covered the camera with something.
Were you the guard on duty today?
Yes.
All right.
Stop by the locker room, grab your things, and disappear.
Thanks, Millán.
Why'd you pick up the drugs from the floor?
Well, I got them. Does it piss you off?
Give me them.
I don't want to.
You give me the wraps, damn it.
Let's make a deal. Do you want to be my partner?
You and I partner? Yes, partners.
50% each? No.
Let's see...
The total amount of the merchandise I have is 70%.
The remaining 30% we divide between the two of us;
As you're going to put in the muscle, you get a bonus.
But since I'm playing with the dogs
and I'm looking for the clientele, your bonus is half.
Remove 5% for losses, 10% for Sole.
who is going to keep the accounts; a bribe or two...
the 25% that is left over is for you. Partners?
Are you not tricking me?
I would not sleep well.
Deal.
Partners.
What would change of the prison if I could?
The worst is a lot of thinking.
Thinking a lot, no.
A psychologist.
Cari, a psychologist in conditions with which to speak.
He understands us, gives us advice, helps us.
He is handsome, about 40, wears a suit,
that fits him well. Zulema thinks a lot.
I don't. I'm a woman of action.
The mind is a very complicated thing.
Here people are crazy.
You get to live with people who are not right in the head.
Get to live with them. When you've been in a cell for two weeks
with the same clothes,
with the same food and everything,
you end up climbing the walls and like a crazy person.
Thanks.
They don't let up, huh?
Lock you up, starve you...
A little hen told me
that you're still Zulema's buddy.
I don't get it.
She tried to kill me.
Don't take it personal,
but I would have done the same.
What do you want the most?
Your daughter, right?
Would you kill for your daughter?
I would kill for money now.
And what does Zulema want most?
Her freedom.
It's fucked up,
but if you think about it coldly, it's logical.
Whose side are you on?
Are you going to be Altagracia's friend?
"Join the choir..."
That bitch killed one of us!
Since she arrived, she's only been one day out of isolation.
You don't feed her, she has all the shifts...
That bitch killed Frutos!
She ran him over with the transfer bus
and left him lying in the road like a dog...
And that's why they caught her and locked her up in here.
You didn't go to his funeral,
You don't lend a hend to his children...
you didn't see his corpse made up so that
the tire mark wouldn't be visible.
It's my shift.
You've just arrived.
If you take her side you're going to have all of us against you.
Don't forget that.
Well, I'll cut to the chase, Goya.
I don't like Altagracia. Me neither.
That's how I deal with her. Right.
But I like you unless you go around
distributing beatings left and right.
This situation can't continue like this. You're as thick as two short planks, okay?
Also if you continue like this, you're going to be alone.
I don't care. Without partners.
And cool to be partners, is it not?
And without a cellmate. I've requested a cell transfer, Goya.
I just can't stand it anymore. You scare me, girl.
I mean, one day you cross the line, and then the next day, too.
Look girl, you going through life as a hoodlum
just doesn't work anymore.
Look, you can do what the fuck you want. I don't care!
Goya, what's wrong? Why do you fight all day?
I don't know.
What did your mother teach you at home? At home? Nothing.
They would hit me. - Who would?
Well, my mother. - Why?
For eating too much.
She told me she was fat, like a tub of lard.
When I ate, bang! In my face.
Then what did you do?
Well, I ate more.
I went to the fridge and I ate all of it.
Until I burst.
Then they took me to the hospital
and pumped my stomach.
And the next day again I ate, and bang! In my face.
Goya, you could talk about this with your mother?
Now, as an adult. - My mother is dead.
And if she were alive now, what would you say to her?
Well...
I would tell her not to hit me.
That I'm not a tub of lard.
And to hug me.
On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays,
after breakfast, shower and all that,
Well, I go cell by cell
picking up the white clothes, Bedding, towels, all that.
Not the uniform clothes. I'm picking it up,
I'm going to the laundry, I'm washing it,
I put it out to dry. I spend all day there.
Then, later in the afternoon I'm going to...
We are going to...
This I...
I don't remember.
Sorry. Continue, continue.
I will...
It's that I forget. I forgot.
I don't know what I was talking about.
Hierro...
I want to request a conjugal visit.
I didn't know you had a boyfriend. - I don't.
It's just sex. - Okay.
You have to write a request and talk to Millán.
No. The visit, I want to have it with you.
Relax,
I'm not asking you to fall in love,
nor save me, or give me flowers.
I'm talking about spending some time
forgetting that we're in this hole.
If you want to spend some time in mine, let me know.
This time, without fingers.
Or guns.
Oh, by the way,
Altagracia, my friend, she's going to escape!
You're joking.
Not at all!
When?
Now.
Tick, tock...
Door.
What do you gain by telling me this?
If Altagracia escapes,
She will go right to where we have hidden the money.
So we all win;
you prevent an escape and I protect my money.
Where is she?
I have no idea.
But you better start looking for her.
Milan. Find me Altagracia, now.
Sit down.
- Here? - There.
Why am I here?
What's wrong?
We're both escaping from here or not at all, little bean.
What are you, an inbred girl?
You are many things Zulema, but stupid, no.
What did you expect? That you trust me.
You're asking me to trust a rattlesnake?
Your friend Zulema betrayed you.
What did you think?
That were you going to go walk through the door, ask for an Uber,
buy the first ticket to Punta Cana?
Look, the part of the changing rooms is the easy part.
From there, the windows overlook the parking lot.
And between the cars there is no visibility from the watch towers.
And any officer would take about three or four minutes to get there.
You chose the worst company to organize an escape, the worst.
What you have to do is distract them,
while I go through the ventilation pipes
to the boiler room behind the bars.
The visitation room is emptied by admission.
Agents check people when they enter,
but they don't they take any damn notice when they leave.
They go directly to the parking lot.
Millán always parks outside and leaves the keys in her jacket's pocket.
So if everything goes well,
Today I'll have dinner outside.
What are you going to have for dinner?
Hierro, go down to the changing rooms, we have an escape attempt.
Christ, I wasn't the only one who Zulema played.
Bitch!
Sandoval, we have an escape attempt.
Don't leave the premises
and if you have to shoot, do it to kill.
She's in the parking lot of gallery seven.
Where the fuck is it going? There is no exit there.
Zulema!
Motherfucker!
I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere!
What, did you think I wanted to escape, like this?
It's worth more fora Mexican woman to live out there,
than die in here.
It was Altagracia who needed to get out, idiot.
Take her away.
Take her away!
I fucked them over, assholes! I fucked them over!
Did they send you to kill me?
There are many ways to hurt you.
Cruz del Norte will be worse than Guantanamo.
Who agrees with me?
You don't tell me what I have to do.
I fuck you in the ass.