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Stand still.

Keep in line.

What the hell is happening?

Maybe it's a drugs raid.

They wouldn't have brought us
out to the yard for that.

We'd be lined up in the corridors.
They're looking for something else.

It's thanks to you I'm still alive,
hang on to that thought.

I've been at death's door many times.

Five or six seconds longer hanging
from that rope and I wouldn't be here.

Do you know what I was thinking when
the blood stopped flowing to my brain?

That I deserved it.

That I deserved to die.

I just want you to know that you don't
have to worry about me any more.

I have another gift for you.

I don't want anything
from you, nothing at all.

You'll want this.
You just don't know it yet.

LOCKED UP
by minouhse
www.addic7ed.com

At 12.03am Fabio comes out,

and two minutes later,
he goes back in.

At 12.15am the power goes off.

The emergency generators didn't start.

They were checked,
and found not to be working.

So, check if it was a coincidence,

or if it was premeditated.
Go on, Palacios.

For eight minutes, the security
cameras didn't record.

And when the power returned,
he wasn't seen on any other camera,

- but he hasn't left the prison.
- Could they have rigged the cameras?

- No.
- To get out of the place,

do you have to swipe
your ID card at the turnstiles?

Yes, and go past four guards.

No one saw him,

and his card was last swiped
yesterday, when he came into work.

No, he hasn't left Cruz del Sur.

And have you searched everywhere?
Yards, cells, corridors?

This is all we found when we searched.

They were hidden in communal areas.

I found this, stuck with duct tape,

under a piece of furniture
in the TV room.

- What the hell is it?
- I don't know. A saw.

These mad women
could use it to cut up a body.

Palacios, please.

And what about
that stick and the drum?

That's the rod we use
to unblock the toilet.

It was in the cell block control room.

And hydrochloric acid
we use for unblocking.

That acid could make
a human body disappear.

- I'm not sure, but let's keep calm.
- Fabio disappeared 12 hours ago.

And those bitches could have cut
him up and dissolved his body.

You'd need fifty drums
to dissolve one body.

What is clear, is that Fabio
isn't playing hide and seek.

Do you know if he had any problems?

Not with me, obviously.

What's wrong, Doctor?
Have you been kick boxing?

No, I fell down the stairs last week.

It seems that he was going
through a rough patch with his wife.

Yes, I know about that.

Artiles, call Forensics.

What the hell are
we painting in here for, Dad?

We're staying at home,

with two police officers at the door
protecting us. We're staying safe.

No one will be safe
until that bastard is dead.

Ferreiro, you have an emergency
hearing at the courts this afternoon.

Yes, very well. Thank you.

That was Macarena's lawyer.

I might go home this afternoon.

How come?

He says he has proof
that Simón lied in his statement.

And that we were in a relationship
and he was the father of my child.

That's great, isn't it?

They may lift her bail.

What's wrong?
Why aren't you happy?

Now that I'm about to get
my freedom, I feel I don't deserve it.

What are you saying?
You have to get out of here.

If you hadn't turned up
in the toilets,

I swear I'd have killed her.

You wouldn't kill a fly!

Do you think you're
a hardened killer, or something?

I told you I'd kill her, didn't I?

I'm a murderer.

- You are not a murderer.
- Yes, I am.

Listen to me, you are not a murderer.

You're a good person,
the best person I've met in here.

You're getting out of here, you're
going home, and you'll be happy.

- Am I really a good person?
- You're a wonderful person.

I think I should know.

And that's what I think.

And I'm very happy for you.

Even though it hurts me,

I'm happy.

It hurts me,

because I know
that as soon as you leave,

we'll be over in a couple of days.

But,

that's OK.

I had plans for us, you know.

Silly plans,

like walking around the yard
together, watching a film...

but even though they're silly things,

with you, they're amazing.

But I'm very happy for you.

I'm going to miss you.

I'll miss you too.

Thank you.

You're leaving as a virgin after all.

Excuse me, girls. Is Sole here?

No, I think she's
in the bathroom with Tere.

Could you go and find her? I need to
speak with her about something.

It's urgent.

Hello.

- Leopoldo Ferreiro?
- Yes. Who is this?

This is Zulema Zahir's lawyer.

My client asked me
to speak with you.

- Why?
- She wants to propose a deal.

Peace.

Security forever
for you and your family,

in exchange for a small sum of money.

How do I know you're
not going to kill me?

I'm a legal professional,
not an assassin.

Even if I wanted to,
I can't meet you.

- I'm under 24 hour surveillance.
- I know.

That's why I've sent you
a clean phone.

I'll wait for you in an hour
at number 20, Ventura Arcadio Street.

I trust you'll know what to do.

We've just had a call from
the National Transplant Organisation.

A compatible heart
had been found for a recipient,

but then, hours later,
there were complications.

There was an infection,
and it had to be rejected.

This is the situation.

That heart has to be transplanted

as a matter of utmost urgency to the
next compatible patient on the list.

Soledad Núñez Hurtado.

Sole, did you hear that?
A new ticker!

A new ticker for you!

What...

what do I have to do?

Nothing. Relax and take
two of these tablets.

They're on their way here
to take you to La Paz Hospital.

What are the chances
of it going wrong?

In your case, about 30 percent.

Taking into account your state
of health, we know full well...

that we have to do this.
It isn't a matter of choice,

because the prognosis
is much worse if we don't.

Don't worry.

You have to go ahead.
It'll be fine. It's a sign of life.

A new little ticker.

Ten minutes, girls. Tere, the tablets.

- Ten minutes.
- Who'd have thought it?

Girls,

give me a minute or two
to get my head round this, please.

All right, let's pack a case.

Why think about death?

It's going to happen,
and you won't get a warning.

But from what I've seen on the TV...

It gives me the shivers! You can
see the heart in a little fridge,

covered with ice,
just like a sangria.

The heart doesn't last long,
it goes bad quite quickly.

So they have to work quickly,
it's like a marathon.

I only hope that...

they were a good person,
although, it isn't their soul.

So I'll have a heart
that's packed up like a picnic.

Where the hell is Fabio?

You have five minutes
to tell me what happened to him,

or I'm going straight to the police,

because you didn't get
those bruises falling down the stairs.

OK, Antonio. Calm down.

I haven't a fucking clue
where Fabio is. I swear.

So why did he mess up your face?

- Because he fell for an inmate.
- That's a lie.

I told him to end his ridiculous
romance or I'd tell the Governor.

I'm not judging him,
you know?

We spend our days stuck in here,
surrounded by these girls.

He's a married man.

He's a married man
and we even know his wife.

I told him nicely, but he lost it,

he got angry, we got into
a fight and he assaulted me.

You know how
he struggles with his temper.

Why didn't you report him?

Because he's an old friend.
Like you. I have my code of honour.

If I'd reported him
he'd have been fired in a flash.

Besides, that girl, Macarena Ferreiro,
is about to be released from here.

Take away the source of the problem,
and the problem goes away.

Please, can we keep this
between ourselves?

Yes, don't worry about that.

The coast is clear, Dad.

What do you want?

My client, Zulema Zahir,

wants to guarantee
your safety for the rest of your life.

She has destroyed our family.

She has ruined us, one by one.
How is she going to settle that?

Let's say you've caused
each other mutual harm.

My client only wants the money.
Clearly, she understands your needs,

and you can keep
the million euros you need.

A million and it's all resolved.

How much is
a little girl's life worth?

I'm not here to discuss moral values,

I'm here to offer you a deal.

What's the deal?

You'll get the Egyptian,
in exchange for the money.

You can decide
what to do with Hanbal.

It's a gentlemen's agreement.

The Devil takes care of his own.

What have you done to your hair?

I cut off my pony tail.
I'm leaving the ring.

Have you said sorry to Macarena?

I'm saying sorry to you.

I don't forgive you.

An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth.

- That's what I taught you.
- Yes.

- And do I deserve that?
- Yes.

Goodbye.

Come with me.

No.

Do you have anything?

They cleaned this morning. We have
hair samples, but nothing of interest.

Well, let's look
under ultraviolet light.

We need to know
if there are any traces of blood.

How the hell did you lose him?

Román went for a coffee and
escaped through the bathroom window.

- Fuck!
- Fuck?

You told me to be discreet
and carry out remote surveillance.

Castillo?

- Are these blood stains?
- It looks like it.

What do you think?

This is probably
where the attack began.

The perpetrator was right-handed.

I think there was a blow to the head.

The victim was crouching,
as shown by the blood splatter.

Probably facing the toilet.

Miranda, Fabio went
to his locker to get his torch.

- Then he came back here.
- The torch?

And he always secures his locker,
so he must have been in a hurry.

The torch isn't with his things.

Where is the Egyptian?

He has a hideout
he always goes back to.

It's in Los Ballesteros.
Between Ciudad Real and Toledo.

- It's an old factory.
- How do I know all this is true?

Because Zulema no longer wants
anything to do with her former lover.

He killed a little girl
and that has made her think.

The factory is in ruins,

but in the basement
there's a rusty old door.

The door is closed.

Hanbal is in there.

We pounce on him, tie him up,
cuff him, and put him in the boot.

Then we go straight
to the police station. Is that clear?

OK, let's go.

Don't do anything stupid.
Don't even think about shooting.

I'll assume all responsibility,
you and your mother won't be involved.

Is that clear?

Crystal clear.

Encarna, what is it?

It's two hours until Macarena's
hearing. Will you make it?

Yes.

Don't worry, we'll be there.

Let's go, we mustn't let
that bastard get away.

Assalaamu Alaikum.

Zulema, we agreed you wouldn't
call me on this number.

Is there a problem?

Not at all. I just wanted
to hear your voice.

- Is the phone tapped?
- Hanbal,

the phone is tapped,

the post is vetted,

life is tapped,

the police are behind us.

Run before I catch you,

run away and play,

we'll all be dead one day.

That's our life.

Why did you call, Zulema?

To tell you...

that the Arab Spring
was a load of fucking shit.

And that we're on our own.

And that...

what was forever yesterday,
may only be for an instant today.

- I've done all this for us.
- Have a think.

What are we?
Tell me, what are we?

We're both heartless wretches,

with no future,

that's what we are.

Freeze, drop the phone.

Drop the phone! Drop it!

Get on the floor, you bastard!

Don't move!

I hope they finish me off,

because I swear, I'll find you
and kill you with my bare hands.

It's not your fault,

it's mine, my love.
Goodbye forever.

Move!

Move it!

- Yes.
- Do you have the money?

- Yes.
- Good.

Oh, Sole,

you'll be able to dance,
run, make love.

You'll be able to live
longer than Fidel Castro.

We weren't expecting this.

It's all going to be fine.

Do you think there's hope?

Sole, the transplant heart has been
in the hospital for four hours,

and even though
the transplant was called off

for the other recipient...

there isn't enough time
to get there by ambulance from here.

That can't be right.

What if they keep it on ice
a bit longer? Can't they do that?

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

Don't be downhearted.

No.

Because you're next on the list and
they could call again in two weeks.

No, the thing is,
with this one, my quota's up.

Why do you say that? People drop
like flies in this country, honestly,

in accidents, at work...
Really, people are dying every day.

You talk such nonsense, sweetheart!

No, the thing is...

my heart's like a clock
going tick tock,

and now...

And now what?

It's stopping.

But girls, it happens to everyone.

Dying isn't a disease.

- Governor, I have to talk to you.
- Sorry. I couldn't stop her.

It's Sole.

Where are you going? This isn't
the way to the police station.

- We're not going to the station.
- Turn around, Román.

The only way to end this
is to hand him in.

I'm calling Castillo.

What are you doing?

Román.

You're making a mistake, son.

He killed our little girl.

Román.

Román.

Román!

Román!

Yes, one of our inmates,
Soledad Núñez.

She's been on the waiting list
for more than seven years.

Are you saying that you won't
operate because of the traffic?

Or did you realise at the last minute

that she's an inmate,
so she's not worth it?

35 minutes?

Very well. Listen to me,
I'll make sure she gets there in time.

Yes, have the second patient
on the list prepared

in case there's a problem,
but we'll be there.

- Miranda, what are you doing?
- Get Sole ready.

We have 35 minutes to get her
to theatre, or we can forget it.

Help me. Sole, come quickly!

Spain's statistics are encouraging,
and fill us with hope.

I'm referring to the figures given by
the National Transplant Organisation.

Spain recorded a historic
statistic last year:

4,360 people donated organs,

giving many people a second chance.

Today, we're going to name
one of those cases: Soledad,

who is currently being transferred
urgently from Cruz del Sur prison.

I don't believe it.

Well, believe it, because it's true.

Soledad is serving
a sentence for murder,

and will receive a heart transplant.

Miranda, Governor of
the prison, can you confirm this?

Yes, that's right.

The inmate is serving 20 years
for the murder of her husband.

Some of our listeners may be asking...

why give the organ
to a woman convicted of murder?

That's one of the great aspects of
the National Transplant Organisation:

they disregard the CV, the colour
and the race of the organ recipient.

We're all entitled to a second chance.

Now you'll all have to believe in God.

I do believe, Sole.
I've seen it for myself.

Oh, don't go. Come with me, please.

I love you so much.

Macarena, you have to
leave for the hearing now.

Are you ready?

Yes.

You have fifteen minutes, OK?

God, I forgot how
uncomfortable skirts are.

- How do I look?
- Come on, Ferreiro.

You look great.

Have you put your
make-up on to see me off?

No! I always look
like this. Every day.

- You're wearing lipstick.
- And I've done my nails.

Blondie.

Macarena...

- you're going to be late.
- Shit! I've stained your shirt.

Is it stained?

I can't go in front of
the judge like this.

Go to the laundry for some stain
remover and dry it with the iron.

- Just a minute.
- I'll be right back.

Run!

Trust you!

You shouldn't be here.

What are you doing here?

What the hell were you doing
crouching down here, Fabio?

For fuck's sake.

Concrete.

Bitches.

I won't say anything.

- Good God!
- I haven't seen a thing.

- You're coming with us.
- No.

Yes.

No.

Shoot me in the head.

Go on, do it for your girlfriend.

Do it for Lucía.

She died so young and innocent.

Because of you!

Román!

Román!

Listen,

either you come,
or you stay here...

dead.

Did you want something, Inspector?

The laundry.

If you do it, you won't be able
to live with yourself, son.

Don't you see, Dad?

I already can't live with myself.

We haven't lost everything.
Think about it.

Román.

Román.

- Let it go, son. Please.
- No!

Let it go, son!

Keep still, you bitch!

Keep still or I'll bite you
in the neck! Keep still!

Keep still!

Keep still! Or I'll break your neck.

- Please.
- Keep still!

Let's go.

What's that?

They wash all the bedding
on Thursdays. Why?

Fucking hell, come on!

Kill me, Dad.

Kill me!

I'm not going
to let you take the blame,

and do 4 or 5 years
in jail for this bastard.

Drop the spade.

Let go of the spade.

Keep still!

Listen to me!

You're getting into the hole.

Come on!

Let's go!

Go on!

Fuck!

In you go, Blondie.

They started planning
the escape 11 months before.

Every Thursday, the inmates
took advantage of laundry time,

stretching and folding the sheets,

for one of them to sneak
behind the washing machine,

and work on the hole.

The only thing the staff could
see on the security cameras

was a group of inmates folding sheets.

The washing machine
was always in the same place.

Zulema chose three inmates,

and managed to get them
placed on laundry duty.

Is it this way?

- What the hell are you doing?
- I'm fighting for my freedom.

Those were the ones
she promised a share of the money.

You promised me freedom.

- And you'll get it.
- What does she want?

You get the Egyptian
in exchange for the money.

Freeze!

- Do you have the money?
- Yes.

A civil engineer couldn't
have done a better job,

from a technical perspective.

They broke up
65 centimetres of concrete,

but came to an obstacle
that was harder to overcome:

wrought iron.

This won't work. It's impossible.

Do you think iron is stronger
than human willpower?

That's why Zulema relegated
the exit plan via the hole

to being a plan B.

We don't have a plan A,

or a plan B.

- Keep moving.
- That's it.

Come on.

They made some tools
and stole others.

They were hidden in communal areas.

And one day after Zulema
was placed in solitary,

they finally managed
to break the iron.

Plan B became plan A.

Keep an eye on her.

Get moving, for God's sake.

But Zulema was in solitary.

I've lost.
I know how to lose.

They put stones and teaspoons
in the spin dryer

to cover up the noise
of smashing the concrete,

and they disposed of
the rubble down the toilets.

Concrete.

Thus, they achieved two things.

One:

to get rid of
3 square metres of dirt...

without raising suspicions.

And two:

to block all the fucking
toilets in the prison.

This is disgusting!

It's horrible, come on, move!

And that's where they found the first
stumbling block in their escape plan:

Fabio.

Watch your back because
I'm not taking my eyes off you.

His frustrated police instinct
backfired on him on this occasion.

He spotted the rubble remains
and realised something was going on.

That's when they smashed his head in.

Come on, let's go.

Fabio.

Macarena.

Fabio, no.

Going to stop for a fuck now,
are you? Get moving.

You bitches!

No, please.

Zulema.

Zulema!

I'll get you!

There's something I don't understand.

What was Macarena playing at?

Zulema, we've made it.

We're out, for Christ's sake!
We're on the fucking outside!

We're out, for Christ's sake!
We're on the fucking outside!

We're on the fucking outside!