All language subtitles for Locked.Up.S02E03.WEBRip.Netflix

Do you really think
that everything that's happening

is entirely the guards' responsibility ?

That it's nothing to do
with a group of prisoners, friends,

deciding to disregard, disrespect,

abuse the trust placed in them,
make a hole in the wall,

assault a guard and escape?

Zulema and her fucking tricks.

Anyway, I think
the situation can be reversed.

As long as they show...

some degree of remorse.
At least a hint of remorse.

And they tell us what happened.

Right?

I never wanted to escape.

So I regret it.

Of course I regret it.

And I'm sorry if I caused
problems for the others.

I'm sorry.

Saray?

Do you have anything to say?

If anyone has been
fucked over because of me,

then I'm sorry that I took off
to touch my pussy in the sun.

That was a joke.

And I am sorry.

Of course I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I let them catch me.

I'm sorry I didn't fucking shoot at them.

I'm sorry I didn't shoot the right person.

The day I don't wish
to get out of this hole,

I'll be food for worms.

If any of my fellow inmates
have been wronged by my escape,

they can go fuck themselves.

-Gonzalez, what's happening?
-Sorry.

No groups.

Any news about my case?
Did you make a deal with the judge?

Marquina, leave the chairs here,
pick up those weights, put them away.

And sweep the floor, please.

I've made a deal with Castillo:
he told the judge

that your cooperation
was essential to capture the escapees.

So? Do I get a pat in the back?

Fabio, Zulema's out to get me,
she said earlier in therapy

she got it wrong
when she killed Casper. Fuck.

-Did she say that?
-Not in so many words, but...

when we testify,

and she hears that thanks to my call
we got caught...

-I'm dead.
-Listen to me.

Your statement will be confidential.
She doesn't have to know.

Besides, Castillo will say in his report
that you killed that girl in self defense.

We have his word,
and that of the judge. Don't worry.

All right.

Thank you.

And...

what if I need to speak with you?

Make a complaint,
about the work, or the food.

Do it in front of me,
and I'll take you somewhere to talk.

-All right.
-Okay.

But the food is shitty.

Don't go thinking I'll be asking
to see you every five minutes.

LOCKED UP

I'm not proud of what I did.

But I won't let you screw me up.

Wanna return to the cell block?

I can commute the six days you have left.

But first, I have to wash you.

All of you.

Strip off.

Please.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but I can't let you go to the infirmary
with my DNA between your legs.

Thank you.

You have your beer.
Now tell me why you called.

-Your daughter's back in prison.
-Thank God.

-Where was she?
-In Morocco.

They're going to charge her
with several serious crimes.

I'll try to prove the murder she'll be
charged with was in self defense.

Thanks for letting me know.

-And for being a friend.
-As your friend,

I'm warning you they're on my back.

They want results.

Evidence keeps piling up
linking you to the investigation.

Do whatever you have to do.

There's my badge.

I'm talking to you
as a friend now, not a cop.

Whatever you say stays here.

Leopoldo...

where's the Egyptian?

There's no sign of his involvement
in the escape.

I don't know.

I think he's dead.

I hope so.

If you fear for your life
or for your loved ones, tell me now,

so I can request a new security protocol.

If I ever had that money...

I no longer have it.

That's why we're safe.

I could be a millionaire now, you know?

How so?

Zulema offered me
a couple of millions to let her escape.

That would have helped the pension fund.

Yes, it would have. It's a shame.

You know how this works.

Soon, I'll receive the order
from the instructing judge

to initiate the usual protocol:
to track your calls,

search your house, question your family.

Believe me, this is shitty for me.

I know.

-Long time no see, blondie.
-Yes, long time.

What's so funny?

You're an amateur, and it shows.

Here,

trunk straight, legs apart,

more... there.

Step back... and now, punch.

Very good.

Where were you?

The same place as always. Solitary.

Uh-huh.
What did you do to get in there?

The same as usual.

I stole a phone, misbehaved.

I was beginning to think
you were avoiding me, actually.

-Why would I avoid you?
-I don't know.

You tell me.

Maybe because you stained
my shirt on purpose?

I don't know, could that be?

You knew it all. Everything.

You knew about the escape
and you knew Zulema would involve me.

And it was perfect for you, right?

The perfect way to get me back.

-So here I am.
-Of course.

Damn, how did you work out my super plan?
Forrest Gump and I took years to plan it.

You said it yourself,
if I got out I wouldn't be with you.

Well, here I am, all yours.
Are you happy now?

You must be really pleased.

Fucking crazy bitch.

Tell me.

-Have you been talking to Saray?
-What's it got to do with Saray?

She's messed with your head.

Do you realize how ridiculous all this is?

Shitty thing that you think that about me.

You've no idea
how much I love you, or why, then.

And if you believe all that bullshit,

it's best that we're not together.

-Very well.
-Bye bye, then.

-Run.
-See how the kids are having fun?

It's the same for the grown-ups,
let's mingle a bit.

You go ahead.

Let's make a toast,
since he's carrying a glass. Well...

I want to propose a very special toast.

I won't get melancholic, nor romantic,

but I want to toast to the two
most important women in my life.

-Miranda, who oversees my days.
-"Oversees".

What a job.

And my sweetie, who oversees my nights.

Oh, my, who oversees you?

We need the second clue.

-The what?
-The third.

You haven't answered the first one yet.

Careful, he's been drinking.
We're still on the first.

I'll give you a clue.
Now, this thing is cold...

freezing cold.

They're clever.

I don't want to give the game away,
but I think it's over there.

I could eat them, they're adorable.

Palacete, believe me,
this is the true religion of Argentina.

It's not Maradona, nor the Pope,
nor Mafalda, nor anyone else:

the asado is
the true religion of Argentina.

-But especially for the women.
-Why do you say that?

Because they do nothing that day.

Liar. There's the salad, the potatoes.
Don't get me started.

-At least I get a day off once a month.
-Yes, once a month.

There's plenty of meat for everyone.

Hi. How are you?

-It's Fabio, isn't it?
-Yes.

Thank you so much for coming.
I'm delighted you could make it.

-It's good to get together.
-Sure.

I love to be able to meet

my husband's colleagues

and put faces to names,
then we can chat about them.

Really, Carlos has spoken
very highly of you.

-Really?
-Yes.

I don't know why.
I beat the shit out of him some weeks ago.

You're joking, aren't you?

Not at all.

-I like to look my best on camera.
-Escape, extortion, murder,

failure to come to the aid, kidnap,
attempted murder.

Your résumé's quite comprehensive.

If you'd accepted the bribe,
we'd be having this conversation

in the Dominican Republic.

This beaner would have taken it,
am I right?

You see, I would've shot you
four times in my country,

buried you,

and split the dough with my colleagues.

So you're in the Disney version
of the story.

Consider yourself lucky.

And speaking of money,

where are
the three and a half million missing?

I know it's my fault.

You said there were six and a half
in the bag.

-I wasn't about to count it there.
-Right.

I only found three.

-Where's the other three and a half?
-I spent it.

I spent it, you know what women are like
with money.

Yes, I get the picture:

cars, hitmen, transport, passports...

Let's say half a million.

That still leaves three.

Yesterday, a package arrived
at Cruz del Sur, addressed to you.

This was inside.

Three left hands.

Any idea who they belonged to?

Clearly, it was...

someone who got carried away
doing manicures.

According to the preliminary autopsy...

they were amputated five days ago.

They found grains of red sand
under the nails.

Characteristic of the desert zones
of northern Algeria.

Your friends will have to use
their right hands to wipe their asses.

Something that is frowned upon by Islam.

-Should I be impressed by that?
-Impressed? No.

Frightened. And I'll tell you why.

Those hands belong to the people
who had to pick you up in Asilah

and never showed up.

Their hands were cut off for traitors...

in accordance with Sunni law.

Which makes you a traitor as well.

I think that this time,

you've pissed off someone
with a very sharp sword.

Zulema, watch your step.

I guess he told you
he'd fallen down the stairs,

but he threw himself downstairs
as a cover-up.

Do you know why he didn't report me?

Because I knew his secret.

Your husband had a losing hand.

He'd have gotten around 11,
maybe 15 years behind bars.

What secret?

Abusing prisoners in his office.

Your husband is the most depraved
sexual pervert I've ever seen.

-A fucking psychopath.
-Could I have your attention, everyone?

Gather round, please.

First of all, thank you for coming along.
It's a huge pleasure.

Let's raise our glasses,
in a very special toast.

Some of you already know,
but I want to make it public, so to speak.

Let's raise our glasses, right, honey?

I want to announce that...

my wife and I
are expecting our third child.

-We're creating quite a brood.
-Bravo!

Where is he?

I don't know.

You're Zulema's lawyer. Where is he?

I swear, I don't know.

Where is he?

599, go to number three.

Bambi.

I need you to call this number.

-I can't call now.
-I can't.

I have five euros left to call my mother.

Make the call now, unless you want
to drink your own urine every morning.

When they pick up, signal like this.

It'll take five seconds. Go on.

Now, do you know?

Were you expecting an important call?

No.

No one's going to call you now.

I'll ask you for the last time.

Where is Hanbal?

Ferreiro.

Ask Leopoldo Ferreiro.

Zulema handed the Egyptian over to him,

for six and a half million.

-Where is he?
-I don't know.

Yes?

I need to see you. There are problems.

Zulema, I need to believe you.

Karim.

Tell me your lawyer is lying.

Say it, because I want to believe you.

Karim, Allah is great,

but he sometimes puts
unavoidable stones in our path.

Hanbal's mother still recalls
the months you spent in Abu Mingar.

What do I tell her now?

Tell her I'm sorry.

Say that I'm sorry.

I took you in when you were a child.

I gave you the family you didn't have.

I taught you everything you know.

You taught me to survive,
and that's what I do.

Survive.

Every day that goes by, Hanbal's body
will be more decomposed and disfigured.

I don't intend to bring my sister a son
she can't recognize.

You can understand that, can't you?

But I don't know where he is.
I don't know where he is, Karim.

Zulema.

Zulema, I'm very sad,

because you're like a daughter to me.

But I have to avenge Hanbal.

And so be it.

If you'd wanted to kill me,

you'd have followed
the convoy and killed me then.

But you followed your heart,

and you killed them.

Allah protect us.

Allah protect us.

What are you doing?

Her mother won't stop crying. Here.

Get out.

I said get out.

Mom...

Karim Al Sahid.

The fucking master of human trafficking.

According to the latest estimates
from Interpol,

he's moved over
50,000 migrants in the past year

mainly from Libya, Syria and Algeria.

He's abandoned other business interests,

such as express kidnapping
and hashish trafficking.

The M.O. is simple:
Karim buys an old fishing boat

and fills it with 270 refugees
who pay 2000 euros for the trip.

That's half a million in profit
deducting fuel costs.

Not even cocaine, weapons

and human trafficking combined
generate as much profit.

Interpol have detected
Karim's presence in Spain,

and have applied to the courts,

so that he can be investigated
by a Spanish judge,

separately from the Egyptian.

A female judge.

Judge Lidia Osborne.

Lidia. I got here as quickly as I could.

-Is something wrong?
-No.

I have to go to France, straight away.

-Why?
-It's work.

-Yes, but...
-It'll be good for me.

I have to coordinate the case
of an international criminal.

So suddenly?

It's a separate record
that's reached the hearing.

I wanted to speak with you
before leaving.

Of course.

Go ahead.

What is it?

Roman.

There were two things in my life
that really mattered.

My daughter...

and you.

We get the warrant to search
the Ferreiro home this afternoon.

Very good. Tell me, Jalapeño,

who did you fuck to get into the police?

Spanish women don't like to fuck Mexicans.

They see us as lowlifes, so it's not easy.

I'm no racist or anything, but...

you're a Latino
in the organized crime unit, nice work.

Are your papers in order?

When I came to Spain,
I joined the Army first.

It was the easiest way to get citizenship.

Then I studied Criminology
and worked my way up.

So you're a graduate?

Fuck me.

Our own Jalapeño, a graduate. Genius!

You're a fucking genius, Jalapeño!

Go fuck yourselves, bitches.

What the fuck? A towel stained with shit.

It's fucking disgusting. Who did that?

Speak up!

Fucking disgusting.

Fuck.

Yuck.

Zule...

when you shot Casper...

She committed suicide.

Well, when she committed suicide...

what if I'd been the one in the bathroom?

You don't betray family.

-Damn.
-What are you doing?

You're covering your finger, silly. Here.

Let me.

Have you thought about Bambi?

They put her in Macarena's cell first,
then brought her here to us.

It's very strange.

Will you keep still, woman?
Are you cold, or what?

It's the color. I don't think it's for me.

I'm sorry.

I've been a fool.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me, I'm having a bad day.

I'm not playing uptight. It's just that...

-I'm having a bad day.
-All right, it's not a problem.

I killed a woman.

A prisoner who was escaping with us.

Gonzalez.

I headbutted her and...

I killed her.

So if I doubted you,
maybe you can see it like...

I wasn't in my right mind...

at that moment...

or something like that.

Right?

Well, I'll have to kill someone now, then.

So we can be together.

Zulema, I was looking for you.

I have a calling card,
so you can call whenever you like.

I've also got tobacco, in case you smoke.

Do you want some?

I don't want trouble,
I just want to get along with you.

That's great. Here.

Tell me what you're doing here.

What are you in for?

I stole a car and it all went wrong.

I got nine years.

You got nine years for stealing a car?

It did go wrong.

What do you want? Who sent you?

Karim?

Did Karim send you to kill me?

I haven't done anything.

What a load of shit!

-Are you okay?
-Go away, please.

I spend many days crying.

I know how you feel.

This is horrible.

We get punched and kicked.

Like animals.

That's why we must stick together.

Otherwise, people like Zulema
will make our lives impossible.

-I didn't do anything to her.
-Of course you didn't.

I was just being nice and she started
strangling me and shouting.

It's okay, honey.

From now on, we stick together.

You and I are going to be good friends.

Look, take this card and call your mom.

She'll be pleased to hear from you.

That one costs 100 euros.

Thank you, but I can't afford it.

Don't worry, you'll pay me later.

Oh, I spoke to my lawyer.
He's agreed to defend you.

He thinks there's a good chance
you'll win the appeal.

Though your crime was nasty.

Very nasty.

Easy.

Easy.

Come in.

If the vomiting continues,
come and see me.

And we'll find a solution.

Blondie, I've had a set back
and I need your help.

-You're kidding, right?
-I wish.

My boyfriend's family
are trying to kill me,

after they cut off my left hand.

Congratulations!

You earned it.

You're right, I deserve it.

I sold my boyfriend for six million euros.
The problem is who I sold him to.

Who did you sell him to?

To your father and brother.

And I'm told that...

they killed him and buried him.

I didn't mean that your wife
ended up hospitalized,

but I won't apologize either.

You didn't mean it.

What was your intention?
To break up my marriage?

My wife refused to see me,

and right now I don't know
if she's lost the baby. Poor thing.

What do we do?

Treat the fetus
as collateral damage and make up?

I repeat, I didn't know
your wife was pregnant.

You could have reported me, but...

you decided to solve matters
with a beating.

I invite you to my home,
and you show up like a bastard...

and destroy my family.

I think you're the king of bastards.

Raping prisoners under the cover
of your medical profession is unbeatable.

Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone, my friend.

That's a lie.

My father and brother
would never hurt anyone.

Now Karim,
Hanbal's uncle, is after them.

And he'll be after me next.

On March 28th at 11 a.m.,
your father and my lawyer met in a car.

The transaction only took two minutes.

That same morning...

they kidnapped him and killed him.

Yes.

And now your father's blissfully unaware

that there's a killer after him.

And let's not fool ourselves, Maca,

killing me would be hard work,
as you well know,

but killing your family is much simpler.

Do you know what I think, Fabio?
You made a mistake with me.

If you think that I'm harmless,

you're very much mistaken.

So why don't we leave
our little differences aside?

Listen to me.

Let's make a deal.

What deal?

For every blow you give me,
I'll give you four.

Blows that really hurt.

Those that hit the mark,
and go straight to what you love.

We need outside help.

Your dad and brother
must find Karim and kill him...

before he finds them.

What I love the most?

There's very little that I love right now.

Are you sure?

You thought you could screw us,
just like that?

I can assure you...

that my blows
will be much harder than yours.

-Wait a minute.
-What's wrong?

-Are we waiting for the warrant?
-I don't give a shit about it.

-What is it, Castillo?
-The armistice is over.

I'm at your house with a search warrant.

But no one's here.

The garage door is always unlocked.

Yes, but I don't like to rummage around
in a friend's underwear drawer.

I could wait for you to get in.

No, you can go in. I've nothing to hide.

Thanks for calling.

Give me the phones.

-What's wrong?
-There's a warrant.

We can't use these numbers anymore.

Let's go.

Encarna, go and see your sister.

Make something up and ask her to buy
three prepaid phones with her ID.

Roman, buy a file, and erase
the serial number of the shotgun.

-Then throw it in a swamp.
-No.

We'll bury it in the forest.
What if we need it again?

-The garage is unlocked. I'll take a look.
-Perfect.

They won't beat us.

Camilo!

For fuck's sake.

For fuck's sake!

Damn it!

Delta 4H50, send an ambulance now,

we have two officers down!
I repeat, two officers!

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