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I spoke to my lawyer.
He's agreed to defend you.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Even though your crime was ugly.

Very ugly.

Where is the Egyptian?

I don't know.

If you fear for your life
or for your loved ones, tell me now.

If I ever had that money,
I no longer have it.

That's why we're safe.

Your daughter has escaped from prison
with four other inmates.

During the escape, Macarena had a fight
with one of the inmates,

and she killed her.

I could take a chance
while they're asleep.

No, you can do better than that.
Turn Zulema in.

That phone you stole?
We need Zulema to find that phone.

So she understands
why the police showed up.

Zulema, I swear I didn't know
the phone was there.

You have five seconds. We're leaving.

Good morning.

I've made a deal with Castillo.
He's told the judge

that your cooperation
was required to capture the fugitives.

We have his word.

What can we do
if I need to speak with you?

Make a complaint. Do it in front of me,
and I'll take you somewhere to talk.

Okay.

Hanbal?

RECENT CALLS
CALLING

Cruz del Sur Prison. How can I help you?

These women have to understand
the seriousness of an escape or a fight.

I'd pick those who are mostly ignored
to be sentinels.

We need a head of security.

You need someone who executes.

I'm the new head of security
of Cruz del Sur.

Fear is the only form of control, Miranda.

The only form of control.

Your husband is the most depraved
sexual pervert I've ever seen.

He's a fucking psychopath.

-Tell me your lawyer is lying.
-Allah protect us.

We need outside help.

Your dad and brother
must find Karim and kill him,

before he finds them.

For every blow you give me,
I'll give you four.

Did you think you could fuck with us
and get away with it?

One thing I can say for certain is

that my blows
will be much harder than yours.

I'm at your home with a search warrant.

You can go in. I've got nothing to hide.

What the hell is going on at our house?

Go, go. Don't stop.

I'm getting out. Stop here.

That son of a bitch
must have taken the Escorial highway.

No, I didn't see his fucking face.

I want roadblocks and patrol cars
at all highway access points.

And check drivers' licenses,
even for bikers.

And block the access
to the traffic cameras.

He's injured. He couldn't have gone far.

I'll call you back.

You and your fucking lies.

You lied to me, Leopoldo.
That bullet was for you.

And it hit my partner.

-I didn't know anything.
-Sir, stop.

-I swear to you, I didn't know anything.
-Swear? You bastard.

You swear? You motherfucker!

-Stop!
-It was a clean shot. Let me go!

I'm going to lock you up, Ferreiro!

I won't stop until you're in prison.

What happened to your eyebrow?

I hit my head on the garage door.

Old age.

I'm getting clumsy.

Dad, don't lie to me.

If you're just gonna lie,
I'd rather you didn't come.

I had an argument with Castillo,
and he threw his phone at my head.

Dad, I have to ask you something,
and I want the truth.

Where is the Egyptian?

You had him in the garage, at home.

What happened?

What happened to the dog?

He escaped. He was injured,
the poor thing. He ran away.

Did you kill him?

Yes.

Does Mom know?

Your mother tried to kill him, too.

And your brother,

when he ran over Lucía.

He went after him
and tried to bury him alive.

Fuck. We've never been
a very normal family...

but we can't come back from this.

You met Curly, didn't you? She told me.

Yes.

I like that girl.

She has character.

She told me that if we went on vacation,
you'd sleep together.

Just to make sure things were clear.

I don't know how Mom will take it.

Nothing can affect your mother anymore.

Dad, listen to me.
A man called Karim is coming after you.

-He already did.
-What?

Three days ago,
he killed Castillo's partner.

We've changed phones.

This is mine, unregistered.

Your mother's and brother's
end in seven and eight.

Dad...

you need to go.

You need to disappear.

Get a camper van and leave.

Don't call me, don't write to me.

-Please.
-Time's up.

Please.

I brought you a cake.

It's at reception.
I assume they'll give it to you.

All right.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Please, break it up.

Come on, sweetheart.

Come on.

How old are you now?

Thirty.

Have my blood test results come back yet?

Four, one.

If Sandoval hasn't called you, then no.

All yours.

Wait.

A registered fax arrived from the court.

Today, the penitentiary judge
and the investigating judge will be here

to take a statement on the deaths
of Prieto and González.

What are you doing here?

Subpoena. Didn't you get one?

The time has come for us
to sit before the judge, Saray.

I love trials.

Especially my own.

All those people
listening to your stories.

They're so respectful
of your little stories. It's touching.

And I love getting dolled up,
wearing lipstick,

sitting elegantly in the witness stand

and looking at the judge.

Swearing to tell the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Like you're having an orgasm
when you answer, "Yes, I swear."

Saray.

Saray, today is a big day.
Our futures are on the line.

All or nothing. Like Russian roulette.

Except our gun doesn't have
just one bullet.

It has at least three.

Make sure our friend Macarena
doesn't tell the truth.

Otherwise, you'll be fucked
for the next 30 years.

Good morning. Today, I have everything.

Can I help you?

If you don't put the sheets on properly,
you get a strike.

On the third strike, you get a write-up.

And on the third write-up,
you get thrown in solitary.

Put like that,

maybe it sounds like a blessing
to be isolated from so many bitches,

-but trust me, it's not.
-Thanks.

You're welcome.

Quid pro quo.

What?

-You've never heard that?
-No.

Quid pro quo.

Now I need you to do something for me.

I want you to be my hen.

What is that?

Well, it's the person
who brings in the eggs for me.

Hash, heroin, cocaine.

Like my hen with the golden eggs.

We'll start with this small ball.

Is that heroin?

The chief is carrying out searches
and she has her eye on me.

I need you to take this
until I find somewhere to keep it.

This way, you can pay me back
for the phone cards and legal fees.

You owe me a lot of money.

I'm sorry, man.
I appreciate your trust, really.

But I don't want to get caught with that.

I don't want any problems.

Don't worry about it, sweetheart.
No, it's fine.

Really, it's no problem.

Congratulations.

I'm going to pull you by the ears
since it brings good luck.

Rubbing the hump of a hunchback
brings good luck.

Like a black guy nailing you
against the wall.

But if he gets you pregnant,
it's no longer good luck.

That's the lottery, a Christmas pregnancy.

-What type of cake is it?
-I have no idea,

-but it's for everyone.
-A year older, huh?

It's good to be alive,
even if it's in prison.

But we'd be better off on a beach.

You're going to catch hepatitis.

Love is stronger than gossip,
isn't that right, Gypsy?

Sit down. Right here.

I know that you'd rather be
drinking a gin and tonic on the beach,

-but you're here.
-Not at all.

So, we got you a present.

But there was no paper to wrap it.

Grab a chair, Maca.
This'll knock you flat on your ass.

You're scaring me.

Drum roll.

Gorgeous!

Hot stuff!

Nice.

Great! Amazing!

Wow, what a surprise.

I'm here.

-How are you?
-Fine.

-Yes?
-With my new heart.

Apparently it's running like clockwork.

It came from a blonde measuring 36-24-36.
You can already see it in me.

-You can. You're very pretty.
-Gorgeous!

Break it up. Break it up!

What's this?

There's blood dripping from above! Chief!

Attention, we have a 53 in cell block 2.

Inform Sandoval.
There's an injured inmate.

She's slashed her wrists.

Fátima Rubio. Armed robbery.

Trafficking and consumption
of hashish and heroin.

She cut her veins with a blunt object.

The wounds were quite serious,
but we treated them quickly.

I want her to undergo therapy.

We can't afford
to have any suicides right now.

I think that girl was only interested
in going to the infirmary

so she could be administered codeine,
painkillers and tranquilizers.

But I have to give her
the benefit of the doubt.

If she was really suicidal,
she would've done it in a bathroom stall.

-She had withdrawal.
-Attempting suicide in the cell block

doesn't mean
she didn't actually want to die.

These girls know very well that
a clean cut can be resolved medically.

You have to cut either vertically
or in a zigzag in order to die.

Here's everything
we found in the last search.

They have nothing left.

Since they don't suck the silicone
from the tiles, they're fucked.

So this fake suicide means
we're doing something right.

Sure.

We need to be aware of what's coming.

Withdrawal symptoms,
self-harm, fights, attacks...

Ferreiro was attacked with a used needle.

What was on the needle, Sandoval?

I have no idea.
I'm waiting for the results.

I want a list of all the inmates
that tested positive

for traces of any drug
in the last drug test.

The majority of these girls have no idea
what withdrawal symptoms to expect.

They became addicts in prison,
and whenever they've needed a fix,

they've been able to find one.

Well, they won't anymore.

We'll support them with therapy
and with other inmates' testimonies,

but in Cruz del Sur,
we're going to put an end to drugs.

Back to work.

How's your wife?

She's still in the hospital.

Everything's wrong, you know?
What can I say?

The sudden pregnancy, stress...

Raging hormones.

Listen, if you need anything,
whatever it may be, I'm here for you.

Okay.

So, doing a little training?

Be in the kitchen at 12:00.

Ferreiro will be making her statement
about the escape today. They need help.

I have a present for you.

It's a little gift.
It's chocolate. Take it.

It's one of the few things
they haven't banned yet.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Thank you for not reporting me.

It was your word against mine.
You had everything to lose, but...

Nevertheless, it was nice of you.

Yes.

I didn't want to cause any drama.

And it's not like I was a virgin.

You have a sense of humor.

Sorry if I overstepped the mark a bit.

If you need anything
that is within my power...

Yes.

Yes, I was going to ask you
for the abortion pill.

I can ask Sandoval for it,

but I think he'll ask me
for an explanation.

If you want, I'll ask my sister to buy it,
and you can meet her to pick it up.

-Or you can go to the medical center.
-No. It's fine.

-Tell your sister I'll meet her.
-Okay.

Girl, what did you do for Valbuena
to get chocolate from him?

You're so nosy. I got it for you.
As a welcome gift.

But you ruined it.

But I can't eat this, babe.

I'm not allowed.
But I don't want to be rude.

And also because all this exercise
is making me feel dizzy.

ORGANIC CHEMISTRY
BOTANY

Bye.

Bambi. Do you have any toilet paper?
I forgot mine.

Yes. I haven't been able to go
to the bathroom since I got here.

It always happens when I travel.

Fuck! What the fuck are you doing?

Let me see your fingers.

Maybe you thought you had a choice,

but the truth is, you don't.

You're going to keep this for me.
That's final.

Anabel, please. I don't even know how to.

Okay, it's really easy.

Roll the ball in a condom,

and put it inside you.

In the vagina, asshole, wherever it fits.

Come on, take it. Don't you trust me?

I wanted you as my hen
because I trust you.

Fuck!

You didn't get it. Once again.

You owe me €3,000, so put your hand in.

Put your hand in again.

I said put your fucking hand in.

Your hand!

Don't run...

don't exercise...

don't eat spicy food

if you don't want to go to the bathroom
and search your shit for my drugs.

If you get a visitor,
cancel it to avoid getting frisked.

If they find it on you,
you're fucked, sweetheart.

You're going to do it, aren't you?

It's easy.

With a bit of spit, it'll go right in.

Don't even think
about going to the infirmary.

I'll give you some ibuprofen later
and the pain will go away quickly.

Check the pot,
see if those chickpeas are ready.

You, watch the chicken.

-Congratulations.
-Thanks.

Didn't your mom come to see you?

No. She's away.

The first couple of years,
they always come.

But from the third year on,
everyone forgets about your birthday.

But, of course, I have one friend
who never forgets.

That's nice. Who is it?

Cucumber Fernández. This guy here.

For baptisms, communions, weddings...

He never lets me down.
Look how smooth he is.

No, Antonia! I'm into something different.

I'm trying out being a lesbian.
I'm seeing how it goes.

My princess,
let me tell you something.

A woman, a real woman,
isn't satisfied with this.

You have to eat, girl.

And you, don't laugh.

You can fit two zucchinis
and two potatoes inside you.

-Cut up the chicken real small.
-Fuck.

Another bad one.

All the greens are rotten.
How disgusting.

Well, if it's rotten, go to the pantry
and get another box.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey. I said cut up the chicken. Come on.
I want small pieces.

Go on. And somebody watch the chickpeas.

I heard that it's your birthday.

-Happy birthday.
-Thanks.

Yes. I have plans
to celebrate with friends.

A certain penitentiary judge is coming.
You know him?

I'm going to celebrate big,
testifying against Zulema.

I know him. I was just with him.

Answer the question.

They hit me over the head
and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was in a tunnel.

That's where I saw
Zulema Zahir, Saray Vargas,

María Prieto and Nerea González.

It must have been one of them that hit me.

And Macarena Ferreiro?

Macarena Ferreiro was taken
against her will. She was a hostage.

I saw them drag her through the tunnel.

They're going to put you
under witness protection.

Zulema doesn't need to find out.

If they charge me for the murder
of that girl, the robbery, the escape...

In short, with my record,

if I'm lucky, I might get out of here
by the time I'm 50.

-Well, a happy mature woman.
-No.

Castillo is going to testify
that it was in self-defense.

That's the deal.

Okay.

Good.

Those women hate me.

They stabbed me in the neck with a needle.

Yes, I know, but that was my fault.

How was it your fault?

I told Sandoval's wife
that her husband abused you.

Your stabbing was a warning to me.

They stuck a needle in my neck.

And now I don't know if I have AIDS,
hepatitis C or fucking Ebola.

How was that a warning to you?

What do I have to do with you?

Well...

I don't know.

The man must have sensed that we have...

a certain friendship. I don't know.

-Especially after seeing the video.
-What video?

In the chapel, when we...

He must have thought you were
my Achilles' heel or something.

Me, your Achilles' heel?

For fuck's sake, he could have
attacked your wife with a needle.

-Sorry, I didn't mean that.
-Don't worry.

Anyway, my wife and I
are no longer together.

Why is that?

I left her.

Shouldn't we go down?

They'll start worrying.

My deal with Castillo, thanks to you,
is your saving grace.

Macarena Ferreiro never
collaborated with the police.

Are you sure?

In the reports, it clearly states
that Macarena Ferreiro's collaboration

helped catch Zulema Zahir
and the rest of the fugitives in Morocco.

There's a mistake in the transcription.

I signed that report
without having read it closely.

I was the one who wrote the report.

I was led to believe that Macarena
made the call to a prison officer.

-But that's not what happened.
-What happened then?

Macarena Ferreiro stole a cell phone
from a gas station.

We saw it on the security cameras.

When they turned on that phone,
we traced the fugitives via GPS.

-No call, then?
-With regard to any call she made,

or who she made it to,
I have no knowledge.

As for the death of González,

has your investigation shed any light
on the possible causes?

I can only comment on what I saw
on the security footage.

Ferreiro had a fight with González,

headbutting her,
and breaking her neck on the excavator.

In that case, the prosecutor
will charge Ferreiro with homicide.

Also, I understand that your request
to put this woman under witness protection

was also a mistake.

Correct.

-Shit, boss!
-You're alive.

Man! Man!

How are you guys?

-The man of steel.
-Is the wife sick of you already?

Is that why she made you come here?

Funny. Very funny.

I've patched up my side,

but thank God that son of a bitch
left my legs intact

so I can kick his ass
as soon as you catch him.

Castillo.

-Do you have a minute?
-Yes, Commissioner.

Let me catch up.
Do you have the security footage?

Yes, sir, but we haven't
spotted any suspects.

Fuck. No luck at the roadblocks either,

and he came out of there
bleeding like a pig.

Forensics has the DNA traces.

They're checking for matches
with the database.

Castillo.

Can I have a word?

-Sure, what is it?
-In private.

Of course. Head into my office, please.

Bring me the footage.
I'm sure he escaped by road.

I didn't hear any helicopters
scooping him up.

Pipiolo.

Do you know what day it is today?

Yes. Wednesday, April 13th.

Perfect. Today is the day
you become my assistant.

I want a list of phone calls
made by the Ferreiros in the last 15 days.

SMS, WhatsApp, the whole fucking shebang.

I also want any calls
made or received by Zulema Zahir

before the escape.

Go to Cruz del Sur
and get the phone records.

Then locate the cell towers
with the order Andrade will grant you.

For fuck's sake. I'm coming.

I'm all ears.

I have a problem and I need your help.

Teenager. 16 years old.
Kidnapped in Moraleja.

-Kidnapped or disappeared?
-We don't know.

-Boyfriend?
-A 17-year-old student. Clean.

-Problems with the parents?
-Not at all. Exemplary family.

-Drugs?
-Not according to friends and teachers.

No! No!

If you want me off the case,

tell me to my face.
No need to make up stories.

Castillo, you've been after the Egyptian
for four months.

Two agents have died,
and you've been shot twice.

You're becoming obsessed with this case.

I'm fine, but if you want,
I'll start doing tai chi every morning.

"Fine"?

You threw a phone at Ferreiro's head
outside his front door.

-Anyway, I need you on this case.
-Which case?

The one involving the teenager
who ran away from home?

That's the case you want to give me?

Look, Castillo, I'm trying to help.

Well, if you want to help me,

order an unmarked car
to follow the Ferreiros.

Do you not realize
that you're distorting reality?

The Ferreiros are the victims.

You have no evidence against them,
and I don't want them being hounded.

Well, I'm not going to stop
pursuing the Egyptian.

If you take me off the case,

I'll take unpaid leave
and go to Torrevieja.

What time is the funeral?

He was a good man.

I'm sorry.

Add more water to the clams.
They're drying out.

Shit!

That pan, Curly, the oil is burning.

I'm on it.

Take the chicken,

and add a lot of salt
so that it doesn't taste dry.

Move, dummy. If you burn my kitchen,
I'll fucking kill you.

Fuck off, I don't want to see you again.

What the hell is going on here?

Shithead here is destroying my kitchen.

Maybe if you weren't shouting
so many orders at me...

You think you're fucking Chicote.

Valbuena, get rid of her
or I don't know what I'll do.

God gave you hands to open the clams,
not cook them!

Don't shout at me
in this fucking shitty kitchen.

-I don't give a fuck.
-You're shitty.

-Shut up.
-You think you're queen of the world.

-Stop messing around and shut up.
-Stupid kid.

-Come on, man, let's go!
-Don't speak to me.

That's enough from you two!

Would you rather clean the junkies' asses
in the infirmary instead?

Because you'll find cleaner asses there
than your shitty kitchen.

I'm going to give you a write-up.

On the second one,
you'll spend winter in solitary.

Understood, Chicote?

What about her?
She's the one who burned the paella pan.

But it's your responsibility.

Come on, move your ass. Let's go.

Have you spoken to your sister yet?

First, I need to request the call
and have it approved.

Why is he being so nice to you?

You didn't suck Valbuena's dick, did you?

Kabila, in my office.

Hurry up. The judge is arriving.

Are they testifying, too?

All of us together like a clan.

Happy birthday, blondie.

If we stick together,
everything will be fine.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about how
Casper's suicide was a shame,

but there was nothing we could do.

She was going to do it
sooner or later, you know?

The girl had a problem. Blah, blah, blah.

It wasn't suicide. That's not what I saw.

What does it matter what you saw?

We are friends.
And friends help each other.

We wish each other happy birthday.
We escape together.

You fuck up my escape,
and I don't kill you.

You fuck up my escape,
and I don't kill you.

You killed Casper with a shot to the head.

Here we go again.

I had no motive to kill Casper.

You were the one who tricked me.

You were the criminal mastermind.

You were the one who killed Nerea.

How many years
do you think you'll get, roughly?

Look.

Headbutting Nerea
was caught on tape, Macarena.

But I can still help you.

In exchange, all you have to say is
that Casper blew her own brains out.

Go on, say it with me.

"Casper killed herself. What a shame."

"What a shame."

I have no reason to do that.

Yes, you do.

You do, because that girl and I
are the only two witnesses.

And if we don't lie for you,
you're going to get 30 years for murder.

Thirty years.

Yes, the hearing is starting shortly.

Just a moment.

Ferreiro, it's María José Salazar,
your lawyer.

Hello?

Blondie. Hi.

Hey, you didn't tell me
the hearing was today.

-Are you nervous?
-I am. A little.

It's an oral preliminary hearing.

A preliminary hearing.

We have a pending oral hearing ourselves.

I was thinking I could give you
a special present tonight.

Sure, yes. I think that's appropriate.

I was thinking maybe cunnilingus.

Or wrapping myself up in cellophane,
naked, so you can unwrap me.

Well, both would be suitable.

Listen, I...

Maybe I've been a little...

cold towards you the last few days, but...

today is your birthday,
and I'm going to be all yours.

Is everything okay?

Just one of those days, you know.
Nothing serious.

But I don't want to concern you
with my nonsense.

-Thank you, ma'am.
-"Ma'am."

You make me so horny when you're polite.

Anyway, blondie, good luck, okay?

Take care. Bye.

-Have you spoken to your sister?
-She didn't answer.

I left her a message.

I'll try her at work.

-Fine, whatever, but hurry.
-Don't whatever me.

You could visit Family Planning.

No, I don't want problems. Hurry up.

Sure.

How's it going, D-man, what's up?
They haven't caught you yet?

What do you mean "who is this"?

It's Estefi, man.

Yes, I'm still here. I'm still here.

Listen to me. I need you to do me a favor
and give something to my sister.

Okay.

Girls, how many of you take heroin?

How many of you started with a joint?

I want to help you
beat this shitty addiction.

In order to do so,
you have to try your best.

Even if it seems impossible.

You're going to be in some pain.

Vomiting, diarrhea,
fears, anxiety, even panic.

But nothing I can tell you now
is more important or more efficient

than what one of your fellow inmates
who has been through it can tell you.

Isn't that right, Tere?

Okay.

So, I was hooked on marijuana,
coke, speed, heroin...

-amphetamines, crack.
-Tere.

Tere, let's get to the point.

-Sure, sorry. Withdrawal?
-Yes.

Okay. Let's see. Well, I...

had withdrawal symptoms. Lots of them.

I can tell you about
the first time I went through withdrawal,

which was when my mom caught me using.

That was in a bathroom.

In a VIPS.

-Because I wasn't getting up.
-You mean high?

No, I wasn't getting up
from the bathroom floor.

I'd taken a huge dose of heroin.

My mom came down 45 minutes later
and found me with a needle in my arm.

So, she took it off me quickly,
put me in my room, and locked me in.

First comes the vomiting.

In the beginning, I remember

that when they came in to clean,
I'd escape.

I escaped twice,
so they stopped coming in to clean.

My mom used to take me down
to the pool of the complex,

so that I could do some exercise, to...

One day, I was floating there,

and people started
getting out of the pool,

shouting at me and stuff...

Thing is, I'd shat myself.

It turns out that with the withdrawal
and the yogurt,

you get diarrhea
without even realizing it.

Yeah.

Fuck.

Thing is... Fuck.

My mom had to pay a hefty fine,
and she threw me out of the house.

She threw me out of the house, and...

I've only spoken to her twice.
Sorry.

Well done, Tere. Relax, breathe.

How did your life change after that?

I started scheming
in order to get free drugs.

Taking drugs from one place to another,
hiding it in my vagina or in my butt.

Not many people realize
that this can be lethal.

The consequences
of just a single bag breaking

or exploding inside your body
are irreversible.

Your body absorbs it.

I double wrapped them.

The body absorbs it in a few minutes,

and the blood carries it to the liver,
which gets destroyed.

It does the same to the heart
and the respiratory airways.

Neither I nor anyone else

will be able to do anything
to save your life.

Hello. How are you?

Hi.

-I'm Judith.
-I'm Ismael.

Nice to meet you, Ismael.

So, you're the prison guard, huh?

-No.
-No?

I'm more than that. I'm head of security.

Damn.

Head of security?
So, you're the dude

who is always thinking ahead
so that no one breaks out?

Yes. Something like that.

I love it.

All right, Ismael.

Let me see if I can find it.

So, how's my sister?

I haven't visited her in a long time.

I had a baby,
and you can't imagine how difficult it is.

But what can you do?

Your sister is fine.

I mean, as fine as one can be in prison,
I guess.

It's probably not as bad
as it looks in the movies, right?

I mean, I guess. What do I know?

Here it is. I think this is it.

Yep. Here you go. Good.

Cool.

Listen.

Thanks for taking care of her.

Thank you.

And be more careful next time, okay?

Being pregnant in prison
must be really hard. Terrible.

When she gets out,
you can think about it thoroughly.

Carefully, without rushing things.

Besides, she loves kids.

Back in our old neighborhood,

she used to take the homeless children
to a farm next to our place

so they could play with the animals.

They would run around.
She'd play with them--

Hey! You idiot, what are you doing?

Why don't you be more careful?

Shit, man. Stop, stop,
you're going to hit my car again.

Stop. Dude, move your car.

Fuck. This guy is unbelievable.

I'm telling you there is enough evidence
to order his arrest.

Trust me.

That man has enough money
to flee the country with his family.

Put the phone down.

Do the words "flight risk"
mean anything to you?

You caught Zulema thanks to Macarena.
If it wasn't for her,

you'd be plastering her fucking picture
all over bus stations.

So go back to the court
and change your statement.

You don't have a fucking clue
what's going on, do you?

Zulema Zahir made a call
to an unknown number

the day before the escape.

That call was registered
at a cell tower in a small town

in the province of Ciudad Real.
Los Ballesteros.

You know what else?
On the same day, at the same time,

Leopoldo Ferreiro's wife
made seven calls to him

and five to her son,
which registered at the same cell tower.

We sent a team to search the area.

What do you think we found
in an abandoned factory?

The Egyptian's hideout.

And surprise! Leopoldo and Román's
fingerprints were everywhere.

Do you think they were playing cards?

Because I think they killed him,
but not there.

Did they find Macarena's prints?
Answer me!

No? Then I don't give a fucking shit
about your investigation.

We had a deal and you broke it.

I didn't have a deal with that girl.

You had one with me.
And now they're harassing her inside.

I don't give a shit about the deal!

I have two corpses on my desk
because of that family.

And you don't want to hear it
because you have a thing for that bitch.

You son of a bitch!

My wound is bleeding.

Your word doesn't mean shit.

Miss Vargas, do you know the reason
why María Prieto, aka...

-Casper. I nicknamed her that.
-...Casper,

wanted to take her life?

She was really unhappy,

but I think
the main reason was loneliness.

Because when we got out of here,
she was so clueless.

I had my plan, Zulema had hers.

Casper was very codependal.

-Sorry?
-Yes, she was very wimpy.

As in, she clung to us.

So, do you think
that the state of mind of the deceased

could have led to her suicide?

Well, in my humble opinion,

Your Honor, I do, yes.

Did you see or hear how she died?

No. I didn't see it

because Casper
was taking a shower in private,

and there was nobody there.

Otherwise, we would have stopped her
or something.

But I heard her. Yes, we heard her.

We were there, the three of us
on the porch, in the cool air.

Suddenly, bang!

Then we came in,

and there she was,

bleeding to death.

She... I mean...

The poor girl
had shot herself in the head.

Bang.

Antonia, you're to prepare a special
diet plan for me. Sandoval's orders.

Write down everything you need

-on this piece of paper.
-Okay.

-Then we'll see if they approve it.
-Of course they will.

We'll see about that.

-Is everything okay?
-Yes, great.

I hope you haven't
grown fond of him because...

He's gone! He's gone!

Do you want a coffee?

-Yes.
-Yes? Great, a coffee.

Good.

-How was your day?
-It was good.

I was with a crazy girl
who looked a lot like you. I mean, a lot.

Do you want sugar?

-One or two?
-One.

Good.

The coffee smells so good.

-So good. Was it for Valbuena?
-Yes. I'll make another one.

I've given it up completely,
but it's so hard.

Finish cleaning up. Come on.

Can you tell me what the hell
you're planning to do to Valbuena?

Kill him.

I have some bad news.

Castillo testified that he managed
to catch you by himself,

-not because of your call.
-What?

You promised me a deal.

There is no deal.

What do you mean, no deal?

You promised me self-defense,

and that I was going to be
under witness protection.

Castillo betrayed you.

And me.

No, Fabio.

He didn't betray you.

I'm the one who has to testify
against the biggest bitch I know.

I'm the one she's going to kill.

And if by chance she doesn't,
it doesn't matter,

because I'm going to spend
the rest of my life here.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

Sorry for what, Fabio?

Sorry they killed Casper
because you made me pin the phone on her?

Are you sorry for that?

Sorry for going to Sandoval's house

and telling his wife
that her husband is a rapist?

Because thanks to that,
I'm infected with who knows what.

You know what? I'm starting
to get a bit pissed off with everything.

-What do you want?
-I don't know.

You want me to slit my wrists?

Share your infected blood?
Is that what you want?

Because if it is, I'll do it.

Fuck.

I wish everything had worked out,
but it hasn't,

and I'm in your debt, Macarena.

Macarena.

I don't know if I'll be able to protect
you and your family,

but I swear from this moment on,
I'll devote myself to it.

Listen, your dad and brother
were with the Egyptian when you escaped.

Castillo knows,
and he's going to arrest them shortly.

I'd have warned your dad,
but the phones are tapped.

No, I have a phone number.

I know where to call him.

Good. Call him.

They have to think
about how to protect the family

because they'll be charged
with murdering the Egyptian.

I'll be back in a minute.

He killed him, didn't he?

Yes.

Five, seven.

Mr. Hernández comes up to me

and tells me
that I have 22 unjustified absences,

I haven't accounted for them,
I hand reports in late...

-As if reporting your every move.
-Exactly.

So they suspended me
for 60 days with unpaid leave.

-It's their loss.
-What does it matter, Mom?

Food's ready.

-Move up a bit.
-Go ahead.

Tomorrow, we should go shopping
before we leave.

Definitely. Where are we going?

Your mother wants to go to Lisbon.

We've never been. We can have bacalao.

I'm on board, Mom. Yes.

-Hello.
-Dad, it's me.

Karim isn't the only one after you.

Do you want to know how it feels
after you kill a man?

No. Don't tell me anything.

A little pill in a cup. Is that your plan?

Does getting the victim to
poison himself here sound like a bad plan?

There's no motive.

No one knows what he did.
Does that sound like a bad plan?

What did he do to you?

He raped me.

He raped me
and made me neigh like a horse.

He electrocuted me
to make me do as he said.

He washed me like an animal
to cover his tracks.

Then he offered me chocolate
as if it had just been a prank.

No one will try him for all of that.

So, I'm going to do it.

I've made up my mind.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

No!

Listen to me closely, Curly. Listen.

If we're going to kill that asshole,
we can't do it in the heat of the moment.

The most important thing
is to not get caught.

Forget that pill, and all that bullshit.
Trust your friend.

If nothing else,

I do have experience in killing people.

What the fuck are you doing?

I was smoking a cigarette. Sorry.

I turned on the showers
because of the smoke.

I'm going back to my cell--

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Fine, yes. It was a joint.

Of course it is. I'm looking right at it.
With heroin and speed...

Fuck.

Look, I'm a sentinel
and I have to bust you.

Did Anabel give it to you?

No.

Anabel doesn't give out
anything for free, you know.

Fucking hell.
You're carrying her shit, aren't you?

-I'll throw it in the toilet.
-No, not the toilet.

You need to give it back to her.

Because next time, it won't be your hands.

Honestly.

Shit, I'm a sentinel
and you're getting me in shit,

going to the bathroom.

For fuck's sake.

Don't suck that! What are you doing?

Give it to me! Give it!
What did the doctor say earlier?

Fuck. What's going on?
Why are you doing this?

It's the only way
I can forget why I'm here.

We were in a car.

We'd stolen it just because.
To pass the time.

We'd done it before
and nothing had ever happened.

If there was something valuable,

or money, we would keep it,
but that was it.

Everything looks pink!

We didn't want to hurt anybody.

Fucking asshole. Fuck off.

We didn't know the kid was there.

Mama.

He shouldn't have been there.

We got out of the car and left him there.

I thought...

I didn't think at all.

I just ran.

And they found him dead.

He died of heat stroke.

I don't know, man. I'm really sorry.

Strip search.

Stand up.

Hands on your head.

You, over there.

Look straight ahead.

What happened in the moments
leading up to Nerea González's death?

I tried to escape and she followed me.

She harassed me.

She wanted to force me
to escape with them.

In the video, it's clear
that you headbutted her.

She was following me, shouting,
"Come back or I'll kill you.

Come back or I'll kill you."

She hit me several times in the stomach.

I was not myself at all.

Move.

Tere, open your mouth. Open it.

Come on, open it.

There it is.

She grabbed her by the hair
as if she were a dog.

And she said that she'd kill her.

Then Macarena started running and...

Well, we all thought...

that she was going to kill her
right there.

We all thought it, didn't we?

Lay her down.

She has something obstructing her airway.

I need a sharp tool,
a razor, knife, whatever.

Emergency. The doctor needs
a sharp tool, a knife...

Bring it to the cell block
bathroom urgently.

When we heard the shot,
we were outside the cabin.

All three of us.

We came running in,

and we found her there.

With a bullet to the temple.

The gun was on the floor.

She'd killed herself.

There's this.

What is this shit?

If Macarena hadn't headbutted her,

I know, beyond a doubt,
that she would've killed her.

She did it in self-defense, Your Honor.

Life is unpredictable.

Jesus Christ, Tere.

The worst thing isn't that you abused
the authority given to you.

The worst thing
is that you abused our trust

to encourage
exactly what you were supposed to prevent.

That can only result
in the most serious of punishments.

You're to remain in solitary indefinitely.

Hi!

I'm sorry, blondie.
I couldn't get the cellophane.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't? No.

You're the best gift
that I've received all day.

What's more,
my blood test results came back.

Yes?

I'm clean.

And healthy.

And juicy, too.

Why would your father tell us
to go to Badajoz?

So that we can wait for him there.
You heard him.

Román.

Your father isn't coming back.

We need a car.

I've come to tell you
where the Egyptian is.

I killed him,

and I know where he's buried.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

What happened?

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández