All language subtitles for Locked.Up.S02E18.720p.WEB-DL.x264-Pahe_track3_[eng]

Don't turn them over
until they've been handed out.

It's forbidden to talk,
leave the room,

or take your eyes off the test.

Good.

You can turn the exams over.

You have 45 minutes.

Sole, are you OK?

Fernando asked me to marry him.

Oh, wow!

This woman is really lucky, you know?

You almost kick the bucket?
They give you a heart.

You set fire to your husband?
You get another one.

Well I don't see it as luck,
getting married without a honeymoon,

only seeing your husband once a month.

I can't sleep by his side every night.
I don't see the luck.

But when you get out,
you'll have a home to go to,

- you'll have a family.
- On top of that, he has daughters.

What will they say about him marrying
a criminal who roasted her husband?

What will they say?

Don't bring her to
the barbecue on Sundays.

Don't you want to?

- I think I do.
- Well then!

I spend all day thinking about him.

I think so too, this is love.

- Good love.
- Of course.

I don't want to spend my life
wondering when he'll come,

if I can get another intimate meeting.

I don't want to spend every day and
night thinking more about the outside.

Shit, 11 years of my life like that.

I don't want hope.

Well, if you didn't like hope,

they wouldn't have given you
a heart transplant.

No, you should have stayed here,
in the cell. Really peacefully,

because you had a life
expectancy of a few days?

Why don't you return it?

Because they could really do
with it in the transplant unit.

Oh, don't you want to?

Well, keep it.
But make good use of it.

God, check out the junkie!

She learnt so much at university
and yet she ended up using heroin.

What a talent!

The escapes are over,
just like the millions of euros...

and false hopes.

You're right, the only way
to get out of here is being good.

But you know what?

I never imagined that good girls
would be your style.

Well, everyone has something
hidden in the closet.

Macarena, if we want this
to be serious, it has to be like this.

OK.

I'll declare before the judge

that I had a mental episode

when I shot Karim.

I'll cross my fingers
that Castillo doesn't let me down.

He won't.

And I won't let you stand
as a witness for me in the trial

for the hostage escape, right?

How does that sound?

I like good girls,
but not boring girls,

so it sounds great.

Oh!

- Ouch!
- Do you feel unwell?

I told you I got cold.

We don't have long to go,
can you wait?

Yes, I suppose so.

Oh God, no!

No, no, we need to stop.

Shit, Macarena.
We need to stop.

The prisoner urgently
needs to go to the bathroom.

LOCKED UP

I think the idea's lovely,

really romantic.

It could be like
a television programme,

"What you need is love",
from the olden days.

The problem is that
this is a prison, not a movie set,

so I don't think it's possible.

Why is it impossible?

Can I?

Your time is up.
Please hand in your tests.

Miss, you need to hand it in

- as it is.
- I didn't have time to finish.

I was beaten up 2 days ago.

They broke my ankles
and hurt my wrists.

I can barely write.

Could I...

Could I do the exam orally?

Go on.

Sole...

Soledad Núñez.

Oh gosh!

Not long ago,
I asked you to marry me.

You ran away and I understand that.

Ask me, I'm of age!

Shit! You've got balls,
Mr Proper.

Our marriages have failed.

You were mistreated.

I was with a horrible person.

But why wouldn't it work this time?

So I'll ask you again, Sole.

Will you marry me?

Sole heard you,
but she's shitting in the toilet.

Sole! He's up there waiting for you.

I told him you're shitting
and you'll come straight away.

How could you say that?
I'm going to kill you!

So he stays calm.
So shall I tell him you said yes?

You're not saying anything to him.
Tell him I'm coming now.

Sole is constipated, Mr Fernando.

Don't be so rude!

You're crazy.

Yes, I'll marry you. Yes!

But it needs to be tomorrow,
there's no time like the present.

I want to. I can't take it any more!

Come here, come with me.

I gave the ring to an officer
to pass to you, OK?

He has money and everything!

Lift the bride up.
Lift her up.

Who is brave enough to lift her?

This is lovely!

We'll be back in a minute.

Good morning.

Come in.

- Hey, hey!
- Oh, really.

- If you don't, I can't go.
- OK.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Fabio.
- What?

Can you turn on the tap
and let the water run?

I'll get embarrassed if you hear.

Of course.

What a situation we're in.

How embarrassing.

Macarena, we've got just
enough time to get to the court.

Macarena?

Macarena?

You've got to be joking!

Pelinchón: three.

García: zero point five.

You revised a lot.

Grijalbo: two.

Another one going for NASA!

- Kabila. Congratulations, seven.
- A seven?

- Shit!
- Fuck, yes!

Gypsy! Gypsy, give me rhythm,
give me a clap.

I'll be able to choose a university
and even ask for a grant. I'm all brains!

You got lucky.
Yesterday, you didn't have a clue.

But I understood the basic concepts.

I just needed to revise
a bit and pass it.

Come on, give me a clap.
Clap, because I'm getting out!

Did you give the examiner a blow job?

What do you mean?

We're getting out of here, me for
passing and you for good behaviour.

It's what we talked about.

But the plan wasn't to give
anyone a blow job or shag them.

Did you shag him?

You couldn't have in the wheelchair,
did you shag him?

What if I did?

I didn't get to revise much
and I was going for top marks,

so I'm annoyed I got a seven.

So when things don't go your way
you get up to no good?

Who are you to ask for explanations?

I'm fed up of this
whole jealous lesbian thing.

I said I'd pass and I passed.

- At what price?
- At the necessary price.

Everyone has their own price.

- I earned my seven.
- Yeah, yeah.

Do you think I can't see
what you're doing?

The shit about leaving here,
the rush you're in,

the rubbish exam,
how desperate you are.

"We're going together,
Saray, we'll go together."

Do you think I haven't realised?
This is all because Maca left you

and you can't stay here
seeing her face.

Is that right or not?

It is, it is.

It is.

Bitch!

Shit! Son of a bitch!

Bitch, whore, idiot!
What are you doing?

Escaping!

I'm not waiting 3 years.
I'll go with or without your help.

Let go of me!

You're fucking crazy!

Were you pretending when you
made me think you were falling for me?

- Was that a lie too?
- I never said I was falling for you.

But I'm almost there.

Almost where?
What does that mean?

Stay still!
Let us try!

Try and have a relationship
like most people.

You're such a shit.

If you expect to have
a relationship in this fucking hole

you're an idiot,
you're such an arsehole.

Everything you touch
turns ugly and bad.

What do you want?
Do you know anything about me?

Do I have siblings?
Do I have a mother?

You don't know me,
and you want us to run away?

Are you really in love with me?
Am I in love with you?

Or are we both
lonely and desperate?

I'm a prisoner
and you're a bloody warden

and we won't be anything more.

Very well.

Now I'm going to do my job
and take you to the fucking court.

No!

Give me your hands.

Don't make this harder,
give me your hands.

Forget any agreement with the judge,

but we still have one possibility.

What?

Pretend that we accept
the conditions the judge imposes

and that we're prepare to abide
by them, but we'd need money.

- Money for what?
- To write up a statement

where you would specify
where the kidnapped girl was.

I have a contact in the court

who would register
the time and date as this morning.

Your willingness to collaborate
would be clear.

The girl has appeared, but we'll
have held up our end of the deal.

That's why I need money
for the collaborator.

And for myself,

I won't deny that.

If they find out,
they'll disbar me for life.

For the judge, it would be obvious
that the confession in the court

was legally valid.

Now I could get...

45,000 euros, no more.

All right.

Now I need you to write the statement,

the more detailed the better:

what Susana told you,
the exact location of the girl,

the day and time you were
given the information.

Everything. Addressed to the judge.

It's delicate.

Sorry.

Her stomach is better now.
Let's go.

Are you OK?

What's wrong?

Castillo, the bastard.

You almost got me!

Shit.

I thought I'd lost the war
but I've only lost a battle.

Do you like chess, Inspector?

This is a brilliant match,

like the legend of whoever it was
against Spassky.

Remember, nobody dies in chess.

Take that into account next time
you create a fuss like this.

- She won again.
- Shut up, idiot.

Chief.

Zulema's caught us.

We need to release her
to find out where the girl is.

Dad's will was read yesterday.

- Have we got anything?
- Not much, really.

He didn't have property in Montecarlo,
accounts in Switzerland or anything.

I suppose no bastard children
have appeared either?

Not that I know of.

So we're alone in this world, sister.

The only strange thing is...

do you know what he left Castillo?

Do you remember
the Sherlock Holmes book,

- the first edition that Dad had?
- Yes.

Well, that. I don't know.

How did the inquiry
into Karim's death go?

What do you think?

I emptied a gun into a man's head

and kept shooting
until I ran out of bullets.

I kept pressing the trigger.

The prosecutor wasn't very
impressed by my pain.

Of course.

Fuck them.

Has Fabio told you
the escape plan yet?

When do we start?

What's wrong?

What?

There isn't a plan, Román.

No, there isn't anything.

Fabio lied to us.

The money you gave up
for your hand...

He says the police have it.

It seems like there
isn't a single man in this world

who isn't tempted
to cheat and lie to me.

Difference being,
I'm going to kill this one.

Román.

Your time is up.

4-3. Come on.

Mum.

What is this? Oh!

Oh no, girls! No! You're really going
all out for my hen do.

Remember my transplant,
my menopause,

and my Christian religion.

Where did you get the uniform?

How is this not my uniform,
fucking junkie?

I left it for washing on Friday,
move your arse and look for it.

It's not on the list, Valbuena.

Look: Méndez, Martínez,
Palacios... It's not here.

Go on, girl!

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Tomorrow I want my uniform
spotless with trouser creases.

Or you'll spend a week
in solitary, understand?

Understood, Valbuena. I'll look
around, it could have gone to be sewn.

You wouldn't have a ripped cuff
or a loose button, would you?

I don't have any loose buttons.

Girls, girls, girls.

What's wrong?

Oh, goodness.

My heart's beating really fast.

You've suffered an arrhythmia.

If you've had a transplant,
this is very serious.

Well, girls,
my hen do has come to an end.

Your chances of developing a dilated
cardiomyopathy are very high.

From now on, you need
to avoid any stressful situations.

My recommendation is that
you postpone the wedding.

Doctor.

Get rid of the salt,
the cold meats, the saturated fat.

But don't tell me I can't get married,
because that will kill me.

I'm going to give you a monitor
so I can check on you.

It's a device that continuously
measures your pulse rate.

It will alert us to
any abnormalities, and if it does,

it's all over.

- Understood?
- Crystal clear, Doctor.

Relax and take it easy.

Sole, make sure that...

That tomorrow is the happiest
day of your life, but not the last.

Yes.

Why are they taking so long?

Because breaking the law,
as you'd expect,

takes time.

It's very little time
for a dying girl.

Can I make a call?

It's personal.

Castillo, no.

I wanted to make a reservation.
Yes, for tonight.

At 9:30pm.

The name is Zulema Zahir.

Zahir, with a 'h'.

Yes, just one person.
Thank you.

I've spent years
dreaming of a wild turbot.

Kabila.

The semi-finals of the interprisons
boxing tournament starts...

They've granted you third grade.

I repeat, it starts
at 11am in the gym.

And when can I leave?

Right away.
It's Friday, your weekend.

Now?
It's Sole's wedding today.

I wanted to catch the bouquet...

If you want to stay,
I can take you later.

No, thank you. I'll call my sister.

Whatever you want.

I'm not really one
to give prisoners a lift.

But given the state you're in,
with broken ankles, well...

Do you remember
the abortion pill my sister gave you?

It was strychnine.

I put it in your coffee to kill you.

If you're alive, it's because
Sole put a stop to it,

but whether you're alive or not
doesn't bother me.

Acting as a taxi
or giving me fucking chocolates...

won't make me forget.

No.

Son of a bitch.

What's up, Romay?
I'm skidding.

- I'm skidding.
- Shall we lift you up?

But for Sole's wedding,
we're going to bust some moves...

...at 11am in the gym.

I repeat, it starts
at 11am in the gym.

They're going to release Zulema.

Bravo.

They haven't done it yet,
but they won't take long.

The public pressure is unbearable.

Your Dad left me one of the first
editions of Sherlock Holmes.

Why?

So you don't torture yourself
over killing my mum.

You don't apologise
for killing someone's mum.

I don't know what they say.

They don't teach you that at school.

I think about you all the time.

And I know you're
the most innocent in all of this.

Yes.

Zulema will be the one set free.

Well...

Nothing's happened yet.

We couldn't be further away.

I can get further away.

I can get much further away.

I can do the dirty work.

If I break Zulema,
I want you to do something for me.

Whatever you want.

My freedom.

I'd help rescue the girl

and never return to Cruz del Sur.

I give you my word.

Let's see...

What did you need to say to me?
I've left my knee pads in the cell.

I have the test results.
You'll never guess what!

What?

You're 20 days pregnant.

I can't be!

Not 20 days,

because my husband
only came 15 days ago.

Nobody shoots me up!

Well 20, 15...

There is always
margin for error, Saray.

The important thing is
that you're having a baby.

We need to do an ultrasound,

then we can see the foetus.

Sole, here's the dress
they've authorised

- for the ceremony.
- Thank you.

Wow, look at that.
What a dress.

They may have authorised that, but
the tarot and Sandoval say otherwise.

Look, Sole.

You're getting married with
the deceased's heart and her husband.

The tarot won't understand that.

It seems the groom's
daughters won't either.

What's wrong?

The embryo still can't be seen,
but the gestational sac can.

Let's see where it is...
It's there, look.

There we go.

I want an abortion.

I thought it was planned.

No way.
My husband has no idea.

You and I both know
this is no place to raise a child.

You don't need to decide right now.

I've already decided.

I don't want to bring a child
into this world, full stop.

Look, Saray,

bringing a child into this world
will make it a better place.

You don't know it yet,
but you'll really want this.

Thirdly and finally:

a child always helps
you through the bad times.

I know. Now you go home,
knock your wife up

and go for a walk in the country.

Look, a few days ago, my wife
lost the baby we were expecting

and then she left me.

I would love to go home,

knock my wife up
and go for a walk in the country,

but it can't be.

I'm sorry. I'm not going to have
a baby just because you can't.

As your doctor, I will
support you in your decision,

when you make it.

Do you know what we should do?

You should go to your cell
and sleep on it.

Let me know tomorrow, OK?

No low punches
or anything below the waist.

I want a clean fight.

Touch them up.

To your corners.

Let's go!

Very well.

Maca!

Come on, Maca!

Go on, you can do
better than that.

You need to work harder.

Separate, shit! Separate.

Hey, Ferreiro!

No!

Do you want ice to numb the pain?

I don't mind the pain.

Ready.

Good.

Last one.

I want a phone.

You can pay the debt
you have with my silence.

And with my backside.

Start getting ready.

You'll have your freedom in an hour.

Good.

Justice always rights wrongs.

Miranda.

Go and turn left.

They're releasing Zulema.

But do you know what I think?

She's doing us a favour.

And saving an innocent
girl's life is the same, right?

Do you know what I think?

In life, you need to
get rid of anything toxic.

Toxic relationships,

toxic managers...

Even toxic inmates.

You know what I like most about you?

Your honesty.

That's what I need in a man right now.

I've already told you.
I'm not who you think I am.

And what did I do?

Did I get scared?

Did I run away and ask for help?

Maybe you thought this was a game,
but it's not for me.

Are you sure?

I don't want a divorcee affair.

I'm monogamous.

- And monogamists don't play?
- No.

Let's play.

But I'll have to punish you.

A bad girl

who came to school without clothes.

And without me asking.

Punish me.

Bambi, my things.

From now on, they'll have
to call you Chucky, remember?

You're here.

I've got déjà vu.

Well...

- I almost didn't say goodbye.
- I noticed.

You go and I stay...

I honestly
didn't imagine it like this.

But never mind.

We've both done all we can
to get out of here.

You bribing an officer,
and me with the kidnapped girl.

It went really badly for me
and you told me that.

I need to accept it.

There's no other way.

Zulema, a hug?

And a punch.

With the dumb blonde look
and the old man by your side,

I almost liked you.