All language subtitles for Locked Up (Vis a vis) - 03x06 - Seis meses dan para mucho.WEBRip-WEB-DL.En

We have something you want.

Everybody wins.
You, your container full of money.

Me, my freedom, and she gets left alone.

- I don't want to go on with this.
- Think about it.

Did you do something
to the councilor's daughter?

- Did you kidnap her?
- She was going to notify the police.

To stand up to the Chinese,

we can't afford any cracks.

- You didn't kill Anabel.
- You have your evidence.

You have your suspect.
Let's not waste any more time.

I've fallen in love with a girl.

With her, I can see myself old.

- How long are we talking about?
- No more than six months.

Your husband has had some tests.
He can't have children.

We are not your family anymore.

That child has no father or grandmother.

We're leaving in two weeks.

The number.

Zulema will give you the container number,

but when you're out.

- They won't let you go.
- I have a plan.

What do you want the explosives for?

We're going to escape with them,

but they're not coming with us.

Fifty thousand euros.

It was hidden in Unai's locker.

They were paying him, Frutos.

- Did you know anything?
- No.

She knows everything.

Don't tell me about it.

Take her out.

Breathe.

Open two-fourteen.

Mum.

Saray.

Your father doesn't know I'm here.

If he finds out I'm here, he'll kill me.

How are you?

Well, as you can see,

fatter every day.

With tits like melons.

What name are you thinking of?

Estrella.

Estrella.

So it's a girl.

What do you want, Mum? What do you want?

To give that child a future.

So she can be free, Saray.

I won't let my granddaughter
grow up here, behind bars.

And what does dad say?

You know what he's like.

He wants nothing to do with you.

But he agrees that when you give birth...

the child comes to the village with us.

Saray, you're disowned...

for life.

But that girl can
have a future and be free.

Free?

Free.

Free?

Free to do what?

So you can take her out of school

and put her to work?

Free so you can

arrange a marriage
when she gets her first period?

Free to be forbidden to fall in love
with a woman

- if that's what she wants?
- Saray.

Free so she can't even smoke
in front of dad?

Or get a driving license?

No.

Free...

to be a human shield for you,

every time dad raises his hand.

Mum,

my Estrella will have more freedom
in here with me

than out there with you.

You're the one
who lives in a prison, not me.

Do you know what I'd do if I were you?

I'd run away.

Run away, Mum. Run away.

And then... if you want,
come and talk to me.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

My hen doesn't look well.

- Let's see.
- She's not well.

- No, she's about to lay an egg.
- No. She's not moving.

Yes, she is. Look.

Put your finger up her ass
and you'll feel the eggshell.

Will I put a finger in, or what?

- Go on, don't be afraid.
- Put a finger in?

- I feel a bit sorry for her.
- Go on, Curly.

Put your finger in, you're an expert
in body searches, right?

There you are!

When did you get out?

Two minutes ago.

The time it took me
to take off my black uniform

and put on the little yellow day outfit.

So...

you've lost weight, haven't you?

Yes, I have.

Come here.

Good girl.

And don't pay attention
to this scatterbrain. You know...

- You whistle when you snore.
- What the...?

You've got the cellmate marriage syndrome,
haven't you?

Come on.

- It sounds like you're drowning.
- Listen to her.

Hey, look who's back. The spic.

What's wrong? Where are you going?

I'll be right back.

- And where are you going?
- I'll be right back.

Like they'd get away with
being thieves in here.

You saved my life.

You caught me on a good day.

You don't deserve to die hanging
from a toilet. I know what it's like.

They're nervous!

No!

Do you know who did it?

What do you think?

No prisoner has access
to the officers' locker room.

You're having fun, right?

Your best friend tried to kill you.

And how do you know?

Because I was one of the prisoners
Frutos paid to see you hang.

So?

I'm very expensive.

Poor thing.

Fucking hell.

Curly, are you hurt?
You killed her. Curly...

- Fucking hell!
- Out! Get out!

Shit! Fuck! Run for it!

All prisoners to the yard immediately.

I repeat: there has been
an explosion in the workshop.

All prisoners to the yard immediately.

- Come on.
- What's going on?

What are you doing? Where are we going?

What do you want?

Get in there.

- I'll be back.
- What is it?

What's going on?

Here, open the butter.

What for?

Because today we're going
to eat poached eggs.

Two for you.

And two for me.

Now we butter them...

so that they slip down easily.

Do the same, and swallow.

Zulema! What are you doing?

What are you doing, you lunatic?
Everything's messed up! Take it out!

Nothing is messed up.

We have explosives to blow up
the whole fucking prison. Swallow.

No, I'm not swallowing explosives.

- Here, give it to me.
- Get away.

Not the gypsy, she's pregnant.

- Swallow.
- No way.

Who helped you when the Chinese
faked your daughter's kidnapping?

Me, right?

You and I are partners.

Together until the end.

Until the end.

- Swallow!
- Don't swallow it.

Swallow it, before I force it down.

Listen to me. Don't swallow it.

Shit.

You didn't butter it!

All right, now coat it with vinegar

so the dogs don't smell the explosives.

Swallow it. Head back.

Rojas, here, with me.

- Come on, damn it.
- Coming.

What happened?

You think you've seen it all.

And, suddenly, hen bombs.

For fuck's sake!

They don't teach this at the Academy.

Fucking incredible.

Do we know what it is? Gunpowder? TNT?

Right now, they're thinking glycerin,
but it's not confirmed.

All we know for sure is

that someone is bringing explosives
into Cruz del Norte.

Anybody hurt?

One in Unit Two...

and your friend.

Kabila?

They're doing a search with the dogs.

They've triggered
the anti-terrorist protocol.

The Secretary of State has called...

demanding minute-by-minute updates.

Let's go!

Everybody in the yard! Quickly!

Come on! Move it!

Come on!

Ninety-six, get in line.

I'm going to give you some advice.

Whoever's been dealing with explosives...

tell me now.

And we'll use it as mitigation.

No?

No one?

This is serious.

I'll say it one last time.

Who the hell was it?

On your knees!

Councilor, listen to me.

Raise your hand, right now.

Tere? Breathe on the dog,
with your bad breath,

you'll see how it runs off.

- Antonia, will you please shut up.
- Shut up!

Shit.

You can get ten years for terrorism.

Think of your girl.

Don't worry about Zulema,
she's fucking crazy.

Listen, this didn't come from me,

but it was Zulema
who kidnapped your daughter.

She made you believe it was the Chinese.

She knew you'd talk to the police

and she didn't want you
to mess up the escape.

I love dogs.

I love them.

You owe her nothing. Raise your hand.

Couldn't you have left me
one loose finger to play with?

What am I going to do now?

You're fucked too, right?

Honestly...

Now here's a real bomb.

How is she?

Fine. She's okay.
She only has minor burns.

Can you give us a minute?

Of course.

Come on, Isabel. Careful.

Hello.

- How are you?
- Does it hurt?

No, only if I play the clarinet.

What's wrong?

We need to talk.

No way.

When one of the couple says:
"We need to talk,"

you know there's a fucking problem.

What is it?

I'm dying.

The cancer is back,
but this time with a vengeance,

and they've given me six months to live.

The tumor in my head is the size
of a walnut and they can't operate.

Hey...

it's okay. I knew it could happen.

I'm fine.

It's just that...

I don't know if it makes much sense
to go on with all this.

I'm going to Brazil.

I've always wanted to visit the Amazon.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

The Amazon is really cool.

The jungles, the forests...
they're amazing.

All right.

I have to get back to my cell, okay?

Okay.

Good luck, have a good time.

Good morning. Inmates are reminded

the occupational therapy workshop
begins at 11:00 a.m.

Shit!

What's wrong? Are you constipated?

You fucking bitch!

- What are you doing?
- Fucking manipulator.

What are you doing?

Do you want me to explode?

You made me believe
that Akame had kidnapped my daughter!

That damn Saray!

Look, calm down.

Okay, you're a lightweight.

You had to learn how to handle yourself
in here, or you'd be dead.

You're the one who'll be dead.

- Zulema.
- Fernández!

That's it.

It's over, turn around.

- Turn around. Come on.
- No.

I've fucked you up, Zulema.

I told them everything.

They're going to fucking crucify you,
you bitch.

Bitch.

Rat!

That's the worst, you know?

Snitching here is certain death.

If we catch her...

If they betray you, step on them.

In here, it's dog eat dog.
And I'm not on the menu.

For me, when it comes to snitches...

If I could...

I wouldn't get rid of them,
but I'd react badly.

It's better not to talk,

because you're digging
your own grave, with your own hands.

If you're a snitch,

you have a crosshairs on your back.

You're like a beast marked for slaughter.

That's what a snitch is here.

I want a new identity for myself
and my daughter, and for my mother.

Documents, plane tickets,

a job contract
and a place in the best school.

I'm up against the Chinese mafia.
Don't you see?

And the biggest fucking bitch
in the world.

Very well.

Right, what do you know about
Hong Fang and the Chinese Triad?

Get me out of here...

and I'll deliver Hong Fang.

He could be accused
of flight of capital, blackmail,

and attempted murder.

Anything?

Not yet.

Hen bombs.

I have to admit
you keep surprising me, Zulema.

Open ten-five.

You're going to be tried for terrorism.

Ten to fifteen years.

Do you think that scares me?

Not the years.

We know each other well.

What scares you is
that a gullible newbie like Mercedes

has really fucked you over.

You know? You're starting
to look like one of those old boxers

who think that after winning a few fights,
they're still champions.

We've found the explosives.

Doctor? Don't tell me
if it's a boy or a girl.

I prefer to wait until it's born.

I'll prepare an enema
to get the packets out.

Great.

- No, she doesn't want to. Sole, no.
- But it's not...

Now then, girls.

There's no magic recipe
for finding work when leaving prison.

Yeah, but anyone looking at my CV will see
that it's rubbish, right?

So, if professionals can't get a job,
you tell me...

Look, what you have to do is show your CV,

with all your junkie credentials?
It's going to be hard for you.

Antonia, how is that helpful?

Well, I couldn't give a fuck
about all this.

If they want to hire me, they can.
If not, they can fuck off.

No, Goya. You can't go to an interview
with that negative attitude.

Like I'm going to walk into
a store manager's job? Bullshit!

With a little more tact, darling,
you might.

The thing is, you're a tough woman, Goya,
and you can't be like that.

Let's play a game, Goya.

We're going to imagine a situation.

A job interview, okay?

- Sole? Do you mind, Sole?
- What?

Sole will be the one doing the interview.

- What do you think?
- No, I'm not interested.

Yes, it's a game.
Like a role play in a theater.

- It's just a quick game. Take this.
- Can I have that?

Let's do it. Can we put the office here?

Use what you want.

- Come on, Goya, come on.
- I said I don't want to.

It's only a game. It's fun.

Come on, give it a try.

Just say what you need to say.

Of course. And besides, Sole...

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Good luck with the interview.
- Come on.

Here we go.

- What do I have to do?
- Stay there, wait.

Take a seat, please, Goya.

I've been looking at your CV

and you fit the bill perfectly
for this position.

And have you seen
that I spent ten years in jail?

Yes.

You've served your sentence
and you're out of jail now.

So, you must have plenty of character.

That's true.

No one messes with me.
Or else they eat my pussy.

That's it.

That's it, Goya.
That is what we need here.

An assertive person.
Someone with leadership.

Well, that's me.

Here in jail there are plenty
of bitches, but I keep them all in line.

That's your strong point.

You're used to working under pressure.

Seeing different faces every day.
That's your strong point, Goya.

I can see right through them.

That's why, Goya,

we want to have you here with us.

- The position is yours.
- Get out of here.

The position is yours.

- Really?
- That's right.

Teresa?

- Please, no more candidates, okay?
- No.

- I don't want to see anyone else.
- Okay.

- Goya?
- Okay.

Welcome, Goya.

The Store Manager position is yours.

- Thank you.
- All right!

- You deserve it, Goya. Very good, Goya.
- Welcome.

See? That wasn't so hard, was it?

But it's a crap job.
Wasn't there a better one?

I'm the Unit Chief.
I'm here to prepare the transfer.

We're taking you
to a high security prison.

Trafficking with explosives was a fuck-up.

And what about you, Alta?

That tattoo on your arm...

in ink.

Breathe.

The dots.

I don't think
they're your boyfriend's initials.

You don't have children either, right?

It's the way you speak.

The way you move.

That look in your eyes.

You've been on this side.

On the dreaded side.

Where did you serve your sentence?

Santa Martha Acatitla prison,
in Mexico City.

SANTA MARTHA PRISON D.F.

I knew it.

Trafficking?

Theft?

Homicide.

All right.

Well, now that all the cards
are on the table...

I have something to offer you.

Listen to me.

We both know
that Frutos is going to kill you.

Maybe not today, or tomorrow.

Maybe not here.

Maybe they'll shoot you in the street...

or in your house
and they'll make it look like a robbery.

Listen to me.

They're going to kill you.

They're going to kill you.

And when nothing's certain,
everything is possible.

What do you want?

I want to be partners.

I have a plan
that would set us up for life.

I just need one thing.

I can't be transferred.

I can't be transferred.

Get dressed.

The transfer bus is waiting.

We'll be right there.

It's not good when you can't trust people.

I need to trust,

because maybe that'll help me survive.

But I'm always on my guard.

Yes, you can trust. You can trust...

Well, I can trust in...

And you can't be suspicious
all the time because, well,

you'd be left alone and I don't want that.

You shouldn't really trust anyone.

No, you have to trust someone in life.

If not, you're lost.
How can you not trust anyone?

If you don't trust yourself,
like in my case...

I can't lie. I like trusting people.

I've made very good friends here.

A few have left, but I've made friends.
I think so. More than outside.

I have three.

Three. And I think that
when I get out of here, I'll have one.

What do I know?
I came here from the slums.

I trusted everyone.

Whatever they said...

The thing is, in here...

you get along with people...
Then they screw you.

But I'm not going to change,

even though I've been let down.

There are people here
who betray your trust and lots of bitches,

but there are a lot of good, loyal people.

People who are much better
than those on the outside.

New passports,

social security cards,

birth certificates...

What city are we going to?

You'll know that at the boarding gate.

In the airport.

That's the protocol. It's for your safety.

I promise you that nobody will find you.

Not Zulema, or anyone else.

Right.

That's the hard part,
that nobody will find us.

I'm going to bury three people.

You are going to save them.

They'll give you these on the way out.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Hello?

State Attorney General's Office?

Yes, put them through.

Hello?

- Goya, it's your turn in the yard.
- Coming.

What are you doing?

That CV thing...

for when I leave.

If I get a job in a clothes shop,
it won't just be for my body, right?

Do you want any help?

I'll give it to Sole
to type on the computer.

She knows more about these things.

You've worked as a waitress?

Sort of. I was raised in a bar.

And why don't you mention
your experience in jail?

You've been in the kitchen,
in the hen house, the laundry...

Because the stuff about jail...

What did you study?

Economics and Business Administration.

All that studying
to end up as a prison officer?

No, it took me a year to get
my prison officer's qualification.

- Then I had to take an English test.
- English?

English for what?

In here, it's just Chinese,

gypsies, and the rest of us.

Yes, but things are tough out there, Goya.

With the recession,
even engineers are sweeping the streets.

But I'm sure that when you leave,
things will be much easier.

Finish your CV,
and I'll wait for you outside.

There's lots I'd like to do,
but I'm realistic.

I know it'll be tough when I get out.

I'd like to open my own tapas bar.

But it's very hard work.

I'd like to work in a restaurant.
A McDonald's.

Well, any restaurant, any kind of food.

Years ago, I signed up
for a beautician's course

because I love make-up.

In here, they called me
"Tippex" in the beginning.

There was no nail varnish,
so I used Tippex.

I always had white nails.
Bad idea 'cause it was toxic.

Singing is what I like.
So I'd like to sing.

I'd like to be an actress.

I'd love to do that as a job.

I know I won't be able to be
an actress, or a make-up artist.

So, any simple kind of job,
like shelf stacker,

or cashier or post office clerk,
would also be pretty good.

And the uniform is quite similar.

Who knows?

Don't worry about me,
I won't starve to death.

Two-seven.

Kabila! Where are you going? Open up.

Open P-6.

Open up!

Kabila!

Kabila! Where the hell are you going?

Kabila!

Shit! Prisoner running towards the roof.

I need reinforcements. I repeat: the roof.

We need reinforcements on the roof!

Kabila!

Fucking hell!

What the hell are you doing?

- Kabila!
- Don't come near me, no!

- Stay there.
- Okay.

Stay back.

What are you doing?

- Stay back.
- What are you doing, Kabila?

Don't come near me. Stay back.

What's wrong, Kabila?

I want to talk to Deputy Inspector Rojas.

Get her here now,
or I'll jump head first. I swear.

- Okay.
- Call her, then.

Okay.

We have an emergency on the roof.
Notify the Governor.

Mercedes?

The prosecutor wants
to catch Hong Fang red-handed.

They need the Chinese escape
to go ahead...

as planned.

And what's this got to do with me?

You have to stay in Cruz del Norte.

No.

I know I promised you,

but Hong Fang is an international target.

This comes from above.

Do you know what they do
with informers in here, Inspector?

Do you know? They kill them.

They kill them.

You promised me.

Code One, abandon position three.

I repeat: abandon position three.

I'm Deputy Inspector Rojas.
Keep everyone away, I'll take charge.

- Are you sure?
- Please.

Move back!

Go on!

Get back!

- Kabila?
- I'm sorry about this.

Have you lost your mind?

It was the only way I could talk to you.

Nerea, I don't want you to leave.

I don't care if it's six months,
a year, as long as it lasts.

I want to be with you.

Right.

But we won't even make it
to our first anniversary.

But look on the positive side.

We won't have time to get into a rut.

You won't have to introduce me
to your parents in a prison visit.

You won't have time to hate my many flaws.

And we won't have to talk about kids.

Or moving in together.

And sex will always be good.

The beginning of a relationship
is the best time.

Okay, but come down.

Okay.

Do you think it's going to be worth it?

It won't be a normal relationship.

We met at a crime scene,
so, it's not a normal relationship.

We're not a normal couple,
but we don't want to be either.

- Have you thought about my offer?
- What offer?

All you've said is that
you want to save your fucking ass.

What do you have to offer?

In five days,

Akame is going to steal a container
full of her brother's dirty money.

I'll be one step ahead of her.

Be my partner.

Forty million euros
in your current account.

You know, with that money,

you could...

turn the entire Riviera Maya
into a fucking theme park.

Even if I believed you...

I couldn't do anything
to prevent your transfer.

That order comes from above.

Although...

the protocol says...

that no inmate can be transferred...

if they can't get on the bus on their own.

She'd have to recover on the ward.

It's the protocol.

Long live Mexico, you bastards!

Bitch!

Hit my knees, so I can't move.

Go on!

I'm going to break you,
you fucking Muslim bitch.

You won't be able to move, bitch.

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

What are you doing without your mum?

Zulema!

- Rat!
- Snitch!

For fuck's sake.

I'm the elf from fucking hell.

You're a fucking junkie.

The Chinese don't trust her.

What do you want?

Thirty percent of the container.