All language subtitles for Locked.Up.S05E02

One more job and we go separate ways.

What were you thinking? A wedding?

Víctor Ramala's daughter
is marrying in Madrid.

And he's going to give her
a diamond tiara. Classic narcos.

We need a crew.

To the wedding
we're going to tomorrow!

Long live Mexico!

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This?

It's a birthmark.

Play it, guys!

It's waterproof, smart-ass.

I know, "smart-ass."

Use this.

-Earpiece.
-Here.

-Slim's already in the kitchen.
-Good.

Let's go.

OK.

Hi.

It's OK. Thank you.

There are three darts players,

a family,

and a bachelorette party.

Do they know you arrived?

I'm in no rush.

Thanks.

Are some people just born sons of bitches?

Sons of bitches get punished
sooner or later.

And you?

Will you be punished?

I'm curious.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Right.

Do you know why he chose her?

Because gentlemen prefer blondes.

Three fifteen, gate opening.

You got a light?

Nobody's coming to pick you up?

There’s a bus every forty minutes.
It stops over there, next to the fence.

Did they give you the yellow paper?

It's like a taxi voucher for a free ride.

A taxi voucher?

You could’ve hired a fancy car
since I spent half my fucking life here.

Would've been nice.

I don't make the rules, sweetheart.

My lighter?

I'm keeping the lighter.

How often did you say the bus comes by?

Every 40 minutes.

-Did the last one come a while ago?
-No.

You look thinner.

You can never be too thin…

or too rich. What are you doing here?

I always dreamt about
my parents coming to pick me up.

My brother…

or Curly or...

But when I was set free…

they were either dead

or no longer in my life, so I was alone.

Very alone.

You can’t imagine how it makes
your head spin to be free

but not having anybody.

No, I have no fucking idea.

I heard you’ve been a very good girl.

Yeah, I helped the police with two cases.

Right. In the end, we all fall in line.

Why are you here?

I don't know.

I was curious.

I wanted to see…

how you were doing.

What are you up to?

The bus isn't coming.

Do you want a ride?

To the cemetery.

She was 20 when she died.

I never got to know her.

Neither did I, and she was my daughter.

They don't even give you…

a little plot of land anymore
so the worms can eat you.

They put you here,

in a huge granite wall,
like a fucking warehouse.

Like a fucking Ikea warehouse, goddamn it!

Did I miss much
when I was in the hospital?

You didn't miss anything.

I think I did.

The Zulema I knew would've gotten out
by headbutting down the walls.

She wouldn't walk out the door

with a bus voucher.

Well, you came.

My chauffeur!

What's your problem?

You always thought
you were different, didn't you?

The unbreakable Zulema.
Well, you'll end up like the rest of us.

You'll go to a shitty halfway house.

You'll have to check in
every week at the court.

And they'll give you a shitty job.
You'll be a loser, like all of us.

You lost.

We both lost.

What?

Fuck all these fucking flowers.

Five euros an hour.

Three hundred wash cycles a day,
drying included.

This is my life in freedom.

The uniform isn't yellow, but…

sometimes I feel like I’m still in prison.

It might sound strange, but I’m hooked on
the sound of the washing machines.

I almost died inside a washer drum.

But somehow it was like
going back to my mother’s womb,

to the amniotic fluid.

So, you could say I was born again
inside one of those machines.

And that sound is
the only thing that calms me down.

Like a lullaby.

I thought when I got out of prison,
I'd finally feel relaxed, at peace,

-Maca.
-...but that peace never comes.

Maca.

Maca, how is your insomnia?

How is your insomnia?

Fine.

I did everything you recommended.

I learned how to meditate,

-I've been exercising a lot.
-Did it work?

Yes.

Now I sleep a couple of hours a day,
enough to keep me from losing my mind.

Maybe you need medication.
You can't go on like this.

I'm not taking any meds.

I told you. I won't do it.

I don't want to become a zombie.

It's bullshit,
but I slept better in prison.

Though every night was
fucking torture, I slept better there.

And now I can't...

I can't fall asleep.

It's like…

Like you're shaking.

Like you're shaking inside.

Like you drank 50 Red Bulls, right?

I'm happy you're participating, Laura.
How are you feeling?

That's the need for adrenaline.

Your body wants danger.
You don’t feed it, so it fucks with you.

It doesn't let you sleep, rest,
or have a normal life.

Same for me
when I returned from Afghanistan.

They say it’s common among soldiers.

But you met your boyfriend
in Afghanistan, right?

My boyfriend was the only one that got me.

Because he had lived it.

I know how you feel, Maca.

Laura?

Yes.

My friends call me Slim.

There are civilians staying here.
You knew that, didn’t you?

Buddy, can you bring us some snacks?

I don’t work in the kitchen.
I’ll tell Ama. She’s the one in charge.

Leaving now.

-Bye.
-Bye.

If we take Zulema to an empty hotel,

that bitch will figure it out.

I'll relax when it's all said and done.

I don't get
why the fuck we're waiting to move.

Pérez, I’ve worked in
every unit. I've been in…

narcotics, criminal investigation,

even gender violence.

I know a malamute when see one.

What the hell is a malamute?

A cop that falls for a prostitute.

Like our colleague from Tétouan.
Remember him?

Yeah, with that Brazilian hooker
with the fake tits.

A trip to the brothel,

a good blowjob,

a few laughs, a little bit of tenderness,
and he ended up marrying her.

But a whore is a whore.

I get it.
You have a crush on the informant.

It could’ve happened to me too.
I would’ve nailed her too.

You'd nail her, wouldn't you?

You couldn't nail a damn thing.

Pérez.

That broad is gonna use you like a tampon,

then throw you in the trash.

Never trust a chick who's been
in the slammer.

Hi. This is Goya. I’m not around.
Leave a message.

I saw a few like this in the army.

Goya isn’t picking up either.
I don’t what the fuck is going on.

Maca, you need to start thinking
we’re the only ones who got out alive.

Let's go.

-Where?
-To a hospital.

Anywhere they can remove that bullet.

-Let's go. Hang in there. Let's go.
-No.

-Hang in there! Let's go! Come on!
-No!

-Slim!
-We're not going anywhere--

Listen to me.

Look at me.

You're dying.

We need to go to a hospital.

I knew what I was getting into
when I agreed to this.

If Zulema comes back
and we've gone to the hospital,

-she'll kill us both.
-I don't care about Zulema.

I don't care.

We have to go to a hospital.

Maca.

I just want to see my son.

And my son is waiting for me in Almería
with his father.

We're going to start from scratch.

And this life won't be shitty
like that last one.

I'm not going to screw up twice.

You never thought about having kids?

I've always thought about having kids.

But my life got a bit complicated.

And now…

And now I'm pregnant.

And I'm going to have that baby.

BLONDE BITCH

Now for a roundup of the latest news…

Dad, I'm hungry.

The police still don't have any leads…

Hey.

We're going straight to Mom's hotel.

…Víctor Ramala.

We'll get to see her sooner
and surprise her.

Don't you want to see Mom, little man?

Really badly.

Right?

Yeah.

...been tied to
drug trafficking many times,

so the police think it could be
a settling of scores.

What's the plan, Vivi?

Are you gonna spend the weekend
on your phone, posting on Instagram?

-Leave her be. We're on vacation.
-I will not.

Do I bust my ass working
so she can stare at a screen all day?

-That's what they do at her age.
-Look, when I talk to her…

-Don't interrupt me.
-Leave her be.

She's gonna have to learn somehow…

Enough with the fucking phone, damn it!

Leave me alone.

-Can you take it easy?
-Shut up when I talk to her!

Well, she left. Forget it!

Is this how you raise her,
how you set boundaries?

Calm down! We're on vacation!

In only ten minutes
you've ruined everything!

-What the fuck did I do?
-Can't you see? You pissed me off!

-Do you have to yell?
-I'll yell if I damn well feel like it!

Is this your idea of a vacation?
Happy now?

I can hear them too, OK?

So you think you can just put on
your headphones and they'll disappear?

No.

Listen to them.

Trust me.

Listen to them.

-I am not going to shut up!
-Could you shut up?

I'm sick of this.

I just want a normal family.

A what?

A normal family.

What's "normal"?

Stop it!

I have heartburn.

That happens to me during final exams.
It's because you're nervous.

Oh, please.

I get it when something bad
is gonna happen.

It's like…

a premonition.

Is that why you didn't pick up
Maca's call?

Triana, why don’t we say fuck it

and not go to the Oasis.
Just take the car and go.

You’re kidding, right?

No, I’m not kidding.

You don’t know Zule and Maca.
They’re dangerous.

I don’t want anything to happen to you.

Look, Goya. Do you know
why I stopped dating guys?

Because I couldn’t stand
alpha males making decisions for me.

Don’t you do the same.

This wasn’t the deal.

I made it clear that nothing could happen
to my stepsister.

A bit late, don’t you think?

If you love her so much,
you shouldn't have ruined her wedding.

Ladies, good vibes!

This'll be over tomorrow.
We just gotta split the diamonds.

Come on, Mónica. Don't worry.

Ama.

The gentlemen playing darts want

a snack. They want…

something…

something to eat.

Something to eat… eat.

You know what I love most
about you, sweetie?

You can't hold a grudge.

Sometimes I scold you.

And I say nasty things to you.

Because you don't listen to me.

I punish you.

And what do you do?

You give me a kiss right after,
and you leave.

OK, alright.

Some things are necessary in this world.

There are very bad people in this world

that do terrible things.

Like the blonde lady.

Do you like the blonde lady?

Your brother liked them too.

You two are weak.

That's why I'm here.

To take care of you.

Protect you.

Understand?

No.

Take the towels and go.

You bitch.

Breathe.

Even though it hurts,
you have to take deep breaths.

Where the fuck were you?

I got a flat tire and had to hitchhike.

And at the wedding?

What happened?

What the fuck happened to you?
We had the diamonds!

What the fuck were you thinking?

I felt like dancing.

Well, tell that to Slim.
She has a bullet in her stomach.

You're in bad shape.

But hey, blood stains come out
with toothpaste.

I should have shot you.

Let's go…

Come on…

Shit!

The safe in the photos
that Mónica showed me was a Hartmann.

And?

I can’t open the fucking piggy bank
because we need the bride’s fucking eye.

It uses iris recognition.

OK.

We have 12 minutes

until those thugs get up here.

Twelve minutes.

What happened to the little girl

with scabs on her knees

that used to pull my hair?

You look gorgeous, sis.

Is something wrong?

No.

I'm going on a trip after all of this.
We won’t see each other for a while.

I know you, Diego.

What's wrong?

You're running off with Katy?

She's marrying in half an hour.
Are you nuts?

Katy is being watched 24/7.

Before the wedding is the only time.

Plus, with all these people around...

it’ll take an hour for them to notice.
I’ve got it all figured out.

Do you know what will happen
if Ramala finds you?

Do you remember what you did
the first time Ramala approached you?

I bit him.

And how old were you?
Six, seven years old?

You bit his hand.

Because you're a rebel, always have been.

Now it's time for me to bite.

Mónica, I want to tell you…

you're the one who gave me
the strength to do this.

If my sister hadn't been so strong and…

so determined to live life and be happy,

I couldn't… I couldn't have done it.

-Zulema, we have a problem!
-Don't yell at me, blondie.

These are state-of-the-art earpieces.

Stop fucking around!

We need the bride.

We need her eye to open the safe.

I'll take care of it.

Your sister?

Where is your sister?

I don't know.

She's leaving.

-She's not coming down for the wedding.
-What?

She's gonna escape
through the parking lot.

Hey.

But Zulema, please.

Shut up.

Katy.

Be quiet.

Weren't you getting married today?

Then where are you going?

Runaway bride.

Don't cry.

Do not cry.

If you make a sound, I'll waste you.
Listen to me.

Breathe.

I’m sure you know how to get to your room
without being seen.

That's right. That's it.

Quiet.

Don't worry.
I'll help you with your dress.

That's it. Let's go.

I know this isn't the best time,
Mr. Ramala, but I--

Don't worry. I appreciate it, Mrs…

-Mendoza.
-Mendoza. Go ahead.

I was at the bingo hall
when she came to rob the place.

I'll never forget her eyes. She had
something strange here, like a tear.

When I saw she was one of the waitresses,
I had to tell you.

Thank you very much.

-This way.
-Have a good evening.

Zulema, can you hear me?

Zulema?

This isn't working.

What do you want?

-What do you want?
-It's real simple.

That.

Look, I don't really like diamonds.

-You're more than welcome to have them.
-That's great.

So, get to staring.

Who chose pink?

Maca.

Maca, can you hear me?

Zulema.

Didn't we come here to relax?

To relax. That's why we came.

Slim is bleeding out,
and the Mexicans are looking for us.

We're not here to relax.

At least I didn't betray you.

You gave me up to the police, partner.

Here's the plan: Mati, you wait outside.
Pérez, you and I enter the bungalow.

The top priority is Zulema.
She’s armed and very dangerous.

If in doubt, go in heavy.

Eat my pussy, bitches! We’re rich--

Great work.

Give me that, you idiot.

They're gonna need more towels.

Lots of towels.

Isn't this wonderful?

If you had betrayed me,
the police would be all over us by now.

Or did something go wrong, blondie?

Is something wrong, Mónica?

What's wrong?

There's something you need to see.

Better to have a bad wedding
than a good funeral, right?

Mónica!

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