All language subtitles for Locked.Up.S02E17

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No, you've already had plenty of time.

You could have made it
a bit longer, Chief.

My man deserves 10 minutes more.

No, there's no need to dress.

Get up.

Macarena wants to see you.

How was your visit?
Did you have fun?

Honestly, I did.
Thanks for asking.

One orgasm can make up
for a whole week of shit.

We're going to frisk you.
Up against the wall.

Now you owe me 46,000 euros.

I suggest you stop this nonsense.

Because sooner or later, the balance
will shift, and you'll have to pay.

I'm not going to let you grow.

You're not going to bring in goods,
so that over time,

you become
the prison's drug lord again.

I don't have anything.
They frisked me on my way out.

Yes, but I'm not that trusting.

Could you close your fist?
It doesn't matter if you hurt me.

She doesn't have anything.

I told you I was clean.

Do you really think I'm that stupid?

Down on your knees.

Let's see if what you say is true,
if you're so clean.

Open your mouth, bitch.

Open it.

The fairytale's new evil stepmother.

No, thank you.
I don't want to be you.

I understand.
I don't want to be me either.

Open up!

But people change, Maca.

Look at yourself.
You little bitch.

Open your mouth, slut.

Forcing a funnel down
her throat, like Joe Pesci.

And I'm on the verge of being
the model prisoner. No way.

In a few hours, Castillo
will be here with the judge

to look over my case,

in return for my information
about where the girl is.

And tomorrow...

Tomorrow, I'll be out.

Free.

About to start a new life.

Does that piss you off?

Given that all my pending
lawsuits are your fault...

Yes, it pisses me off.

But not as much as you'd like.

Drop the hard feelings.

An army of orangutans
isn't going to get you out of here.

And what will you do
once you're out?

Serve drinks?

Fold shirts?

I'd love to see you
in a job interview

to earn 800 euros a month.

My brother has your money.

He got it.

Román, my fucking hero.

He's my fucking hero.

I should have made better use
of the visit I had with him.

Don't you worry
about the money.

I don't give a shit
about the three million.

It's from another life.

I have much more humble
plans now. And so should you.

She had 12 balls of heroin
in her stomach.

Flush them down the toilet.

Listen.

Remember one thing.

I stole the money.

Any reprisal against Sole
will hit you a thousand times harder.

- Got it?
- Yes.

Break her ankles.

Like she did to Curly.

No, wait, please!

Give me another chance, Maca.

To show you
that I can be your friend.

A...

good friend.

One chance.

Just one chance.

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- How are you?
- Good, really good.

This is inhuman.

Having to talk with glass between us,
like chimpanzees at the zoo.

Well, you know,
because we're not related,

they only give us
one conjugal visit a month.

Look on the bright side,

with this much security, you don't need
to worry that I'm cheating on you.

Now, you hear all sorts.

There must be all sorts going on
inside the cells at night...

You have no idea.

They broke Curly's ankles
and she's sleeping in the infirmary,

and I have to sleep with crazy Anabel,

who just had 46,000 euros
stolen from her,

and it was me hiding it.

Who knows what will happen
between us tonight.

But not that.
Definitely not that.

You can't stay in there.

- I spoke to a criminal lawyer.
- A lawyer?

- What for?
- To appeal your case.

He says we can request
a review of your sentence.

Fernando, I'm going to recite
paragraph four of my sentence to you.

"Soledad Núñez Hurtado
is convicted of homicide,

"of having poured petrol over
her husband and burning him alive,

after finding him in bed
with another woman."

I don't want it revised.

I don't want compassion.

If you want some excitement
in life, buy some fortune cookies.

But don't even think about stirring up
my case or giving me false hope.

Sole, wait.

- Where are you going?
- 4-2.

Sole!

Navicular and cuboid bones broken,
ankle bone fractured.

The heel's also broken.

The good thing is, the ligaments
and tendons are undamaged.

It'll take up to 2 months for
your ankles to bear your weight again.

Fuck.

Then we'll start rehabilitation,
ultrasound therapy...

You'll have to use a wheelchair,

and obviously,
you'll sleep here in the infirmary.

- Excuse me.
- If it's any consolation,

some years back,
I had a similar injury.

In my case, while playing football.

- I imagine that doesn't apply to you?
- No, I fell in the bathroom.

Look, Kabila. I don't want
to hear any more nonsense.

Tell me who did this to you.

- Was it Anabel?
- It's the bathroom floor.

When they mop it,
it's like a skating rink.

Why don't you want to help?
We've gone over the CCTV

and we saw Anabel came out
a few seconds before you,

with all her minions following,
and no one else was there.

No, I'm not a fucking snitch!

I'm not going to say anything
or point the finger at anyone.

- Things don't work like that here.
- How do they work?

Ah, I know. An eye for an eye,
an ankle for an ankle.

We're experiencing the rule
of measure for measure.

Don't you see that
this violence doesn't help anyone?

However, we want to help you.

Oh? You want to help me?

Fine. Get me out of here
so I can study.

Tomorrow there's an exam
for the school diploma,

and I need to pass it
to get third grade.

Afternoon, Chief.

I've been calling you all day.

Could you tell me
why you haven't answered?

Sorry, it was off.
I need to concentrate.

The Government
Delegation called me,

and the Head of Security.

Amaia's kidnap
has become common knowledge.

- They are very nervous.
- What exactly has emerged?

Well, some details,

such as the death
of the kidnappers we had jailed.

Don't come to me with half
measures. Why are you here?

To exonerate you from the case.

The Intelligence Service
called me too.

They're investigating you.

...you'll be able to replay me

morning, noon and night.

You can fuck right off!
You're scum. You have no respect

for the feelings
and dignity of others!

Son of a bitch! Bastard...

I don't know if that girl
is dead or alive.

But I'll find her, today or tomorrow.

And if she's dead, you're
going to need a scapegoat.

So fire me then,
because if you do it now,

it'll be you that has to resign.

We're seeing the judge
in half an hour.

He won't negotiate with Zulema. No
judge will believe she's cooperating,

- or that she's doing it in good faith.
- She will.

Because I'm going to protect
Zulema's statement...

with irrefutable proof,
to show she's cooperating.

She handed in the money that
the Egyptian took from the Ferreiros.

Did she?

Hell, no.
I found it in Morocco.

Are you sure that Zulema
knows where Amaia is?

Yes.

And we're going to let
that murderer roam free?

Would you prefer to punish
the scumbag and let a teenager die?

One the same age
as your daughter Tatiana?

Do it.

- How gross.
- Don't say that.

The food is disgusting.

And the tomato is so soft...

I need to talk to you.
It's important.

Make a complaint about the food.

That's fine,
because the food is shit.

Louder.

Seriously, this fucking bread
is as hard as a stone.

The bread is fucking frozen!

What is it, Ferreiro?

I'm really sick
of eating frozen bread

and out-of-date yoghurt,
that's what's wrong.

This yoghurt goes out of date today,
so technically, it's fine.

Eat it.

Yeah?

Why don't you eat it?

Ferreiro, that's another warning.

Why? Because
I don't want to eat this shit?

- Another one!
- Shut up, for fuck's sake!

- Silence!
- We're fed up!

Sit down, be quiet!

Ferreiro, you're heading
to solitary, turn around.

For telling the truth?
The food is shit!

I told you to complain
about the food, not to start a riot.

Did I go a bit too far?

There's a brawl
in the canteen, I need backup.

That's it!

Sit the fuck down!

Sit down right now!

You did the right thing
not reporting Anabel.

Because I'm going to get her...

- No. No.
- And I'm going to beat her...

I don't want revenge,
what I want is us out of here, now.

I'll get out, if I pass my exam,
and you'll get out if you behave.

Promise me you won't
mess everything up,

so that the two of us
can get out of here together.

Promise me, Gypsy.

The two of us...?
Together?

Yes.

- Together, together?
- Yes, together.

They'll have me running
Sunday school then!

If that's the reason I get out,

they'll send me to the Vatican
to make me a saint,

and I'll eat whatever it is
that Adela spits into the soup.

I'd die for you, my love.

I would.

Tomorrow you have to go to court
for the hearing on Karim's death.

I know.

But I don't know if I can,
because I'll be locked in here.

I misbehaved,
so you put me in here.

Don't laugh, the security
cameras are recording.

Go in.

What's so important
that you have to tell me?

Your brother gave me
the three million euros.

Really?

That's great news.

Fabio, we need to celebrate that!

I think our first fuck
is going to be in solitary.

What's wrong?

I gave it to Inspector Castillo.

What?

I'm not going to help
break you out, Macarena.

The Governor told me
to take you to the library.

To study for tomorrow's exam.

- OK.
- Vargas.

Go to her cell and bring
Kabila some socks.

Of course, sir, Head of Security.

Right now. Whatever you want,
I'm here to serve you.

I'll get them now.

It's easiest if I pick you up
and place you in the chair.

- If you don't mind.
- OK.

Good.

Careful.

Sorry.

Is that all right? OK.

What's wrong with you?

Are you waiting for violins to play
before you put me down? Come on.

I came in here knowing I was guilty.
22 years, not a minute more or less.

And the only way
I've kept my spirits up

is by not wasting my time thinking
that I'm going to get out early,

because that doesn't happen.
No white knight is coming to get me,

no helicopter.

Well, the helicopter,
that did happen to me.

22 years.

And I'm not going to let
anyone build my hopes up,

or get the idea into my head
that I'll be leaving early,

because you can't, that's a lie.

Ah, look at the weather,
all cloudy.

Zulema Zahir, sentenced to 11 years
imprisonment for kidnapping, extortion,

possession of arms and robbery.

Pending judgement
for her attempted escape

and involvement in the death
of María Prieto, AKA Casper.

Your Honour,
in the case of María Prieto,

Forensics could not determine
the cause of suicide.

The victim fell in the shower,

the water wiped any trace
of gunpowder from her hands.

There are two witnesses
confirming the suicide theory,

and a psychiatric report that confirms
Prieto was emotionally unstable.

And the escape?

The accused was kidnapped
and forced to escape.

Is that what she says,
or do you know?

Another inmate was also kidnapped,
so it would not suprise me...

Your testimony indicates
that you're defending Zulema Zahir

as innocent of the charges made.

Yes, Your Honour.

Also, there's no conclusive proof.

And in your memo, you suggest
holding a discussion with the accused,

to request cooperation
in the case of Amaia Jiménez.

Your Honour,
my client, Zulema Zahir,

has information about
the location of Amaia Jiménez,

and she is willing to cooperate.

In exchange, she requests
the dismissal of the pending cases,

given the lack of proof, and that she
is granted third grade for health reasons.

- What is she afflicted by?
- Grade 3 depression and chronic pain,

due to second-degree burns
on her abdomen.

These are the reports.

Let me remind you,
the girl has been gone 19 days.

Bastard!

- Son of a bitch!
- Listen to me!

That's what you are!

Macarena, I told you about the escape,

because I saw you were struggling,
without any hope,

and that you desperately
needed a plan to cling onto.

You misled me!

I didn't. When I told you,
I thought it was true.

It's absurd, think about it.

What were we going to do?
Get a car and run?

Where could we go if we can't stay
anywhere for 2 consecutive days?

We can't leave the country
without being deported.

I don't care!

I don't care!

Macarena, what I'm offering you
is a viable plan.

Don't tell me about your fucking plan!

My brother almost lost
a hand because of you!

I'm really sorry.

But returning that money was vital
for getting Castillo on our side.

Castillo is going to say it's thanks
to you that he caught Zulema,

and got the stolen money back.

And tomorrow, in the preliminary
hearing for Karim's murder,

we're going to say
you shot in self-defence.

Fuck... any psychologist will agree,
you were experiencing traumatic shock.

Any jury will show compassion.

The only way
to start from scratch is...

to put up with 3 years here,
3 and a half...

Then enjoy the rest of your life ahead
of you, with no fear, in freedom.

I know you hate me right now
and want to kill me,

but think about it.

I'm doing it for you.

Well, no.

I'm doing it for both of us.

Ms Zahir, since you're asking,

why haven't you requested
a pardon instead of third grade?

Firstly, thank you
for looking at my case.

I'm not asking for a pardon
because it would be impossible.

And I don't deserve it.
I did terrible things in the past,

which I regret.
And I will never do them again.

I have changed,

but prison
is a bad place to be good.

That's why I need third grade.

Your Honour, I assure you
I am acting in good faith.

As a gesture of good will,
and through cooperation,

Ms Zahir and another inmate
have informed the police

of the whereabouts
of a sum of stolen money,

which we have spent years looking for.

Yes, I already said
I want to reintegrate into society.

Why is it you still haven't informed
the inspector of Amaia's location,

knowing her life is in danger?

I do not want that girl
to die, Your Honour.

As soon as you sign my request,
I won't hesitate to tell you.

If you're acting in good faith,
the life of that poor girl

would be more important than yours,

but what I see here is an attempt
to blackmail the justice system

and I won't consent to it.

I'm prepared to accept the risk

of releasing a person
based on their record,

but I won't be subjected to blackmail.

I will not dismiss any of the cases,
nor the third grade proceedings,

until I receive your confession
regarding the location of the girl.

And I urge you to hurry,
time is running out

for Amaia,

and for you.

This unit is not suitable
for disabled people.

There's no ramps,
the bathrooms haven't been converted.

What? Disabled people
don't rob banks?

Or are there prisons just for them?

What I'm trying to say is...

if you need me to lift you
into bed or to go to the bathroom,

or push you around outside,
just tell me, OK?

OK. And when I need a shower,
are you going to soap my back?

It wouldn't be the first time.

Look, why haven't you told
the director who broke your ankles?

Why are dinosaurs extinct?
Why did the Backstreet Boys split up?

Questions with no answer.

I get that you don't want
to say anything to Miranda

because you're scared of retaliation.

But you can tell me.

Was it Anabel?

It was Anabel.

And what are you going to do?

- Get revenge for me?
- Protect you.

I don't want you getting hurt.

Valbuena, boss.

The socks, sir.

Put them on.
And take her to the library, OK?

- May I?
- Yes, come in.

I'm here as a patient. After what's
happened these last few weeks,

my defences are right down.
Give me an antibiotic or something.

- May I examine you?
- Yes, of course.

Pop up there. I'll just get
the phonendoscope.

You didn't need
to take off your clothes.

- I'm going to listen on your back.
- OK.

Good.

Let's see.

Breathe in through your mouth
and breathe out.

Again.

Your lungs are a bit blocked up, eh?

I've spent the whole week
thinking about what you told me,

about the girls' calendar.

What did I say?

Something about me
being a prude or...

That I was awkward
about naked bodies and...

I don't know, like I'm going
through life with the handbrake on,

that's how I understood it.

Yes.

Do you really think that?

Yes.

Because I got
the impression that it was you

who was shocked
to see me in my underwear.

Seriously?

Shocked?

Well... a little.

It shocks me.

Seeing such a woman,

in her underwear... Of course
it shocks me, it shakes me.

I think I was honest
with you a while back.

I told you.

I don't know why.

But...

When I'm with you,
I feel like the weaker sex.

And you...

You're an impossible dream.

Open your mouth.

The investors just called,
they're coming tomorrow. It's urgent.

Good.

The rocks that make up
the topography of Spain are...

The rocks that came out
of my cousin's kidney!

You should have heard the guy
scream every time he pissed!

Can you stop messing around?
Can't you see Curly wants to study?

- So study.
- Let her!

It's going to open
a lot of doors for her.

Now, my dear Teresa,
what opens more doors?

Studying or giving head?

I've done both...
but giving head, definitely.

Can you stop pissing me off?
My exam is tomorrow.

- Shit, is it tomorrow, Curly?
- Yes, it is.

Come on, in one night,
you can't learn everything

that you didn't pick up
the rest of the year.

It's not learning, it's revising.

Because it's an exam
on general culture, and I know it.

And if I get you something to help,

and you spend the night awake,
studying like an owl?

- Have you got cash?
- Stop badgering her,

she wants to study,
not be a junkie like you.

I'm so fed up of this woman.
Go on, get out.

Get back to your hut, I don't know
how you got through nursery.

Ah, yeah yeah.

- Fuck, that's better.
- So annoying.

- She was doing my head in.
- Come on, I'll help you revise.

OK, come on.
This is the exam from last year.

- OK.
- Come on, go.

What is synonymy?

Synonymy is...
that thing with the synonyms.

It's the science
of studying synonyms.

Rocks that make up
the topography of Spain.

I know that one.

That's...

Siliceous rock.

Limestone.

Volcanic. And one more.

Siliceous... No, don't tell me.

Siliceous, limestone, volcanic...

Fuck.

- Next.
- OK.

- Capital of Switzerland.
- Berne.

- Yes.
- Yes!

What's an algorithm?

Algorithm.

Algorithm.

Algorithm.

Something with rhythm?

An African dance.

No. An instrument.

Is it one word or two?

- No, you can't look.
- Let me.

- You can't look.
- Why not?

- What are you doing?
- Every question you get wrong,

you get a forfeit.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Who was Unamuno?

Unamuno?

A photographer.

No.

- No?
- No.

Ah, what a shame.

Come on, more.

What is E=mc
with a little 2 above?

- Eh? What?
- That.

I don't know, honestly.

Curly, I don't know
if you have no fucking clue

about any of the questions,
or if you want me for something else.

I really feel like putting
your socks on properly...

Yes, come on...

Put my socks on properly, please.

- I'll fix them for you.
- Come on.

Wait...
OK.

Are you asleep, darling?

- What's wrong, sweetie?
- My stomach hurts.

That's no good.

Maybe if I give you a kiss,
it'll get better.

Let's see.

- Mum, I don't want to go to school.
- Why not, darling?

There's some girls. They don't let me
skip rope with them and they push me.

Well...

You know what? At school, one day
might feel like the end of the world.

But then summer arrives,
the school year is over,

and you totally forget
that day, don't you?

And you know what you
have to do to make it go faster?

You have to go to school
and go out in the yard,

and be brave, sweetie.

Go and skip rope with them.

Don't give up, OK?

Come here.

That's it.

I told them you were indisposed
and that's why I'm allowed back.

Why did you run away?

That's the last time you talk to me
about reviews and lawyers.

- Is that clear?
- OK.

All forgotten.

I'll explain what awaits us.

11 years of seeing each other
once a week.

And most of the time,
separated by this window.

And sex?

Don't even think about it.

Because with just one
conjugal visit a month,

we don't even make half
the Durex survey average.

I think you should mull it over.

There's an easier way.

There is? What are you
going to do? Abduct me?

Maybe you could get a sex change
and spend the sentence with me.

I'd have to turn lesbian,
of course,

because if they give you a slash
down there, there's no going back.

4-2.

Coffee?

Two sugars, isn't it?

I don't know
what to tell the investors.

My achievements in recent weeks
while running this place

are an inmates' riot,
murders, suicides,

broken ankles...

They're going to sack me.

Firstly,

I think your management is excellent,

bearing in mind the budgets
and resources you're given.

When are you going to stop
beating yourself up?

Seriously, face them.
Be brave.

Don't let them knock you.

And secondly,
if you don't mind me saying...

do you have any idea...

of how beautiful
you are in that dress?

I like it when you say that.

Why don't you take the next step?

Because I'm not sure
it would end well.

You see me in my white coat,
impeccable, pure,

with my stethoscope
dangling, thinking...

he's a trustworthy guy,
a professional.

I fly by night.

In my relationships...

I don't ask for walks
in the park or candlelit dinners.

I want fantasy.

Sex, strength.

So?

Do you think I'm a nun?

No.

But I'm not sure you'd like
the same games as me.

That's why it wouldn't work.

Try.

Take off your pants
and put them on the table.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Morning.

I tried to change shift, so that
another guard would take you to court,

and I could make
my own statement, but I couldn't.

I'm fine.

Although I'm not joking when I say

it wasn't very elegant of you
to leave me in solitary,

after telling me you'd lied to me.

But...

You're right.

Although...

with all the damp and despair,

I've come undone a bit.

And I won't forgive you for that.

Well, I'll sweeten it for you later.

But now we have
to go to your hearing.

I was forced to take drastic measures.

I banned free movement,
established rigid control,

with guards and punishment.

I treated them like scum.

And gentlemen,
the results are appalling.

More suicides, more beatings,

more violence.

So from now on, I'm going to act
in the way I deem appropriate,

based more on reintegration,
and less on punishment.

And if you don't agree
with my management,

fire me, and that's the end of it.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Forgive her...

She didn't understand what you
wanted, and won't be able to.

Here you don't need a heavy
hand, you need an iron fist.

And no hesitation.

She's a housewife.

Castillo, the IA staff will have to
wait to put someone else in your seat.

Zulema missed her chance.

We'll talk later.

This is the latest news here.

Amaia Jiménez has been freed.
The teen, kidnapped 19 days ago,

has been found alive
in a rural area

between the cities
of Ávila and Madrid.

How is the girl?

Her parents left their home
45 minutes ago

and headed to the local hospital,

where it seems the girl has been
taken in critical condition.

She was freed this morning

by UPA troops from the Civil Guard,
based on police inquiries,

and information
provided by a bus driver.

The sadness causes me pain.

Physically.

When you've been out, felt the wind,
and you see yourself free,

suddenly your cards flip
and you lose.

Sadness hurts,
melancholy hurts.

Life fucking hurts.

I played my hand...

at poker...
I lost.

Now here I am.

My God!

Eating ludo cards
as if they were LSD tabs.

I got you!

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
up the bum, no harm done!

It can't be!

Starting from scratch all over again
was just unbearable.

Your lawyer is waiting.