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What the hell has happened at our house?

Go, go. Don't stop.

I'm getting out. Stop right here.

That son of a bitch must have taken the Escorial highway.

No, I didn't see his fucking face.

I want roadblocks and patrol cars at all highway access points.

Check driver's licenses, even for bikers.

Disable traffic cameras, too.

He's injured, he couldn't have gone far.

I'll call you in a bit.

You and your fucking lies.

You lied to me, Leopoldo! That bullet was for you.

-It hit my partner! -I didn't know, I swear!

-Don't move. -I didn't.

Don't swear, you son of a bitch. Bastard!

-Stop moving! -It was a clean shot, fuck!

I'm going to lock you up, Ferreiro.

I won't stop until you're thrown in fucking prison.

LOCKED UP

What happened to your eyebrow?

I hit my head on the garage door.

I'm old.

-I'm becoming clumsy. -Dad, don't lie to me.

If you're going to lie, don't come.

I had an argument with Castillo,

and he threw his phone at my head.

Dad, I have to ask you something. And I want the truth.

Where is the Egyptian?

You had him in the garage, back at home.

What happened?

What happened to the dog?

He escaped.

He was injured, poor thing... he ran away.

Did you kill him?

Yes.

Does Mom know?

Your mom tried to kill him, too.

And your brother...

when he ran over Lucia,

he went for him and tried to bury him alive.

Fuck. We've never been a very normal family...

but we can't come back from this.

You've met Curly, right? She told me.

Yes.

I like that girl. She has personality.

She told me that if we went on vacation, you'd sleep together.

To make things clear.

-I don't know how Mom will take it. -Your mom is already over it.

Dad, listen to me.

Someone called Karim is after you.

-He has already come. -What?

Three days ago, he killed Castillo's partner.

We've changed phones.

This is mine, unregistered.

Your mother's and brother's end in seven and eight.

Dad... you need to run away.

You need to disappear.

Get a caravan and leave.

Don't call me, don't write to me.

-Please. -Time's up.

Please.

I brought a cake.

It's in reception. I assume they'll give it to you.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Please. That's enough.

Come on, darling.

Come on.

How old are you?

Thirty.

Have my blood test results come back?

4-1.

If Sandoval hasn't called you, then no.

She's all yours.

Wait.

A registered fax has arrived from the court.

Today, the penitentiary judge and the examiner will be coming

to take a statement on the deaths of Prieto and Gonzalez.

-Why were you called? -Subpoena. Haven't you received one?

The time's come for us to sit before the judge, Saray.

I love trials.

Especially my own trials.

All those people listening to your stories.

They're so respectful of your little stories. It's touching.

And I love getting dolled up, wearing lipstick,

sitting like a lady before the witness stand,

looking at the judge.

"Hi, judge."

Swearing to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

As if you were having an orgasm, you answer: "Yes, I swear."

Saray.

Saray, today is a big day. Today our future is at stake.

A one card game. Like Russian roulette.

Only our gun doesn't have one bullet,

it has at least three.

Make sure our friend Macarena doesn't tell the truth.

Otherwise you're going to be fucked for the next 30 years.

Good morning. Today I have all kinds of stuff.

Want some help?

Sheets poorly arranged, that's an admonition.

Three admonitions mean a write-up.

After three write-ups, you get thrown in the hole.

When you put it that way,

it may sound like a blessing to be isolated from so many bitches.

-Trust me, it's not. -Thanks.

You're welcome.

Quid pro quo.

What?

-You haven't heard that. -No.

Quid pro quo.

Now I need you to do something for me.

I want you to be my hen.

What is that?

Well, it's the person who brings in the eggs for me:

hash, heroin, cocaine.

My hen with the golden eggs.

We'll start with this small ball.

Is that heroin?

The Chief Jailer is carrying out searches, and she has her eye on me.

I need you to take this until I find somewhere to keep it.

That way, you pay for my phone cards and your legal fees.

You owe me a lot of money.

I'm sorry, mate. I appreciate your trust, really. But...

I refuse to get caught with that.

I don't want trouble.

Don't worry about it, sweetheart.

Yep, it's fine.

Really, it's no problem.

Congratulations.

I'm going to pull your ears since it brings good luck.

Rubbing the hump of a hunchback is good luck.

Or a black guy nailing you against the wall.

If he gets you pregnant, that's the Christmas lottery.

-What type of cake is it? -I have no idea, but it's for everyone.

A year older, uh?

It's good to be alive, even if it's in prison,

but we'd be better off on a beach.

You're going to catch hepatitis, mulatta.

Love is stronger than gossip, isn't that right, Gypsy?

Come on, sit down.

I know that you'd rather be drinking a G&T on the beach,

but you're here.

So all of us got you a present.

But there was no paper to wrap it.

Hang on to your hat. Here comes a big shock.

You're scaring me.

Drum roll!

Wow, what a surprise!

I'm here.

-How are you? -I'm well.

With a new heart. They say it runs like clockwork.

It was from a 90.60.90. blonde, and it shows, see?

It does! You look so pretty.

Break it up!

I said break it up!

What's this?

Blood is falling from above!

Chief Jailer!

Attention, we have a 53 on Cell Block, Unit 2.

Inform Sandoval. There's an injured inmate.

She's slashed her wrists.

Fatima Rubio. Armed robbery.

Trafficking and consumption of hashish and heroin.

She cut her veins with a blunt object.

The wounds were quite serious, but we treated them quickly.

I want her to undergo therapy.

We can't afford to have any suicides right now.

I think that girl was only interested in going to the infirmary

to be administered codeine, painkillers and tranquillizers.

But I must give her the benefit of the doubt.

If she'd wanted to kill herself, she would have used a private toilet.

-She had withdrawal symptoms. -Right.

However, it doesn't mean she didn't actually want to die.

These girls know that a good cut of their wrists has a solution.

You have to cut yourself either vertically or in zigzag in order to die.

This is all we found in the last search.

They have nothing left.

Since they don't suck the silicon from the tiles, they're fucked.

So this fake suicide means we're doing something right.

We need to know what's coming:

withdrawal symptoms, self-harming, fights, attacks.

Ferreiro was attacked with a used needle.

What did the needle carry, Sandoval?

I have no idea. I'm awaiting the results.

I want a list of all the inmates that tested positive

in the last drug test, for traces of any drug.

Most of these girls have no idea

what withdrawal symptoms to expect.

They became addicts in prison, and when they've needed a fix,

they've been able to get one.

Well, they won't anymore.

We'll help them with therapy, with their inmates' testimonies,

but we're going to put an end to drugs in Cruz del Sur.

Back to work.

How's your wife?

She's still in hospital.

Everything's wrong, you know? What can I say?

Her sudden pregnancy... Stress...

Raging hormones.

Listen, if you need anything, no matter what, I'm here for you.

Bambi.

Do you have toilet paper? I forgot mine.

Yes. Since I've been here, I haven't been to the bathroom once.

It always happens when I travel.

Fuck!

-What the fuck are you doing? -Let me see your fingers.

Listen... Maybe you thought you had a choice.

The truth is you don't.

You're going to keep this for me, that's final.

Anabel, please. I don't even know how to.

OK, it's really easy: roll the ball in a condom

and put it inside of you.

In your vagina, your asshole, or wherever it fits.

Come on, take it. Don't you trust me?

Maybe you do. I asked you to be my hen because I trust you.

Oh, fuck!

You didn't get it. Once again.

You owe me 3000 euros, so put your hand in.

Put your hand in again.

I said put your fucking hand in.

Don't run,

don't exercise,

don't eat spicy food

if you don't want to go to the toilet and search your shit for my drugs.

If you get a face-to-face, cancel it to avoid a pat-down.

If they find it on you, you're fucked, darling.

You're going to do it, aren't you?

It's easy. With a bit of spit, it'll go in quickly.

Don't even think of going to the infirmary.

I'll give you ibuprofen later, and the pain will go away quickly.

Hey, girl, check the pot to see...

-Congratulations, Maca. -Thanks.

Has your mom come?

No, she's away.

The first couple of years, they always come.

But from the third year onwards,

everyone forgets your birthday.

But of course, I have a friend who never does.

How nice. Who is it?

Cucumber Fernandez. This guy here.

In baptisms, communions, weddings...

he never lets me down.

Look how smooth he is...

No, Antonia. I'm into something different.

I'm trying out being a lesbian, seeing how it goes.

Oh, my princess! Let me tell you this.

A woman, a real woman,

isn't satisfied with this.

You have to eat, girl.

And you, don't laugh!

You can fit two zucchinis and two potatoes inside of you.

Fuck, another bad one.

All vegetables are rotten. How disgusting!

Well, if they're rotten, go to the pantry and get another box.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey! Bring me the chicken.

SECURITY

I heard it's your birthday, right?

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

Yes. I've planned to celebrate it with friends.

A certain penitentiary judge is coming, you know him?

Testify against Zulema, what a party.

I know him. I've just seen him.

Answer the question.

Someone hit me over the head, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was in a tunnel.

That's where I saw Zulema Zahir, Saray Vargas,

Maria Prieto and Nerea Gonzalez.

Any of them must have hit me.

And Macarena Ferreiro?

Macarena Ferreiro was taken against her will. She was a hostage.

I saw them drag her through the tunnel.

You'll be on a Witness Security Program.

Zulema doesn't need to find out.

If they press charges against me for that girl's murder,

the robbery, the escape...

In short, with my record,

If I get lucky, I might get out of here when I'm 50.

-Fine, a happy mature woman. -No.

Castillo is going to testify that it was in self-defense.

That's the deal.

OK.

Good.

Those women hate me. I was stabbed in the neck with a needle.

Yes, I know. But that was my fault.

How come?

I told Sandoval's wife that her husband abused you.

Your stabbing was a warning to me.

They stuck a needle in my neck,

and now I don't know if I have AIDS, Hepatitis C or fucking Ebola.

What do you mean?

What do I have to do with you?

Well...

I don't know... The man...

he must have sensed that we have...

a certain friendship.

I don't know...

-Especially after seeing that video. -What video?

In the chapel...

He must have thought that you were my Achilles heel or something.

Me, your Achilles heel?

Fuck, he could have attacked your wife with a needle.

-Sorry, I didn't mean that. -Don't worry.

My wife and I are no longer together.

Why is that?

I left her.

Shouldn't we go down?

People will start worrying.

My deal with Castillo, thanks to you, is your saving grace.

Macarena Ferreiro never helped the police.

Are you sure?

Reports clearly state

that Macarena Ferreiro's adequate collaboration

helped catch Zulema Zahir,

and the rest of the escapees in Morocco.

There's a mistake in the transcription.

I signed that report without reading it closely.

I was the one who wrote the report.

I was led to believe that Macarena had called a prison officer.

-But that's not what happened. -Then what happened?

Macarena Ferreiro stole a cell phone from a gas station.

We saw it on the security cameras.

When we turned on that phone,

we were able to trace the escapees via GPS.

No call, then?

As regards the call she made,

or whoever she made it to, I know nothing.

As for the death of Gonzalez,

has your investigation shed any light on this?

I can only comment on what I saw on the CCTV.

Ferreiro had a fight with Gonzalez,

and headbutted her, breaking her neck on the digger.

In that case, the DA will accuse Ferreiro of homicide.

Now I understand your request

to put this lady on a witness security program

was also a mistake.

Correct.

-Shit, boss! -You're alive.

Man!

-How are you? -The Man of Steel.

Your wife didn't put up with you and sent you back.

Funny. Very funny.

I've patched up my side,

but, thank God, that son of a bitch left my legs intact

so I can kick his ass, as soon as you catch him.

Castillo.

Do you have a minute?

Yes, Commissioner. Let me catch up.

Do you have the security footage?

Yes sir, but we haven't spotted any suspects.

Fuck! You didn't find him at the roadblocks,

and he came out of there bleeding like a pig.

Forensics has DNA traces.

They're checking for matches with the database.

Castillo.

Can I have a word?

-Go ahead, tell me. -In private.

Of course. Head to my office, please.

Bring me the footage. I'm sure he escaped by road.

I didn't hear any helicopters taking him up.

Pipiolo.

-Do you know what day it is today? -Yes, April 13th.

Perfect.

Today is the day you become my assistant.

I want a list of phone calls made by the Ferreiros in the last 15 days.

SMS, WhatsApp, every fucking detail.

I want the list of calls made or received by Zulema Zahir

before the escape.

Go to Cruz del Sur and get the phone registers.

Then locate the cell sites with the order Andrade will grant you.

For fuck's sake... I'm coming.

I'm all ears.

I have a problem, and I need your help.

Teenager. 16 years old. Kidnapped in La Moraleja.

-Kidnapping or disappearance? -We don't know.

-Boyfriend? -A 17-year-old student. Clean.

-Any problems with her parents? -An exemplary family.

-Drugs? -Not according to friends and teachers.

If you want me off the case,

say it right to my face, and don't make up bullshit.

Castillo. You've been after the Egyptian for 4 months.

Two agents have died, and you've been shot twice.

You're obsessing with this case.

I'm fine, but if you want, I can take up Tai Chi every morning.

Fine?

You threw a phone at Ferreiro's head outside his front door.

-Anyway, I need you on this case. -Which case?

The one involving a runaway teenager?

-That's the case you want to give me? -Look, I'm trying to help.

Well, if you want to help me,

order an unmarked car to follow the Ferreiros.

Don't you realize you're twisting things?

The Ferreiros are the victims.

You have no evidence against them, and I don't want them being hounded.

Well, I'm not going to stop pursuing the Egyptian.

If you take me off the case,

I'll take unpaid leave and go to Torrevieja.

What time is the funeral?

He was a good man.

I'm sorry.

Hurry up. The judge is coming.

Are they testifying, too?

All of us together like a clan.

Happy birthday, Blondie.

If we stick together, everything will be fine.

What do you mean?

I mean Casper's suicide was a shame, but nothing could be done.

Sooner or later, she was going to do it.

The girl had a problem.

It wasn't suicide. I saw something else.

What does it matter what you saw?

We are friends. And friends help each other.

We wish each other happy birthday. We escape together.

You fuck up my escape, and I don't kill you.

You fuck up my escape, and I don't kill you.

You killed Casper with a shot in her head.

Again.

I had no motive to kill Casper. You were the one who tricked me.

You were the mastermind.

You were the one who killed Nerea.

How many years do you think you'll get, roughly?

Let's see...

Nerea's headbutt was filmed.

Macarena...

I can still help you.

In exchange, all you have to say is that Casper blew her own brains out.

Go ahead, say it with me:

"Casper killed herself, what a shame."

What a shame.

-I have no reason to do that. -Yes, you do.

You do, because that girl and I are the only two witnesses.

And if we don't lie for you, you're going to get 30 years for murder.

30 years.

I'm telling you there is sufficient evidence to order his arrest.

Trust me.

That man has enough money to skip town with his family.

Put the phone down.

Do the words "flight risk" mean anything to you?

You caught Zulema thanks to Macarena.

If it wasn't for her,

you'd be plastering her fucking picture all over bus stations.

So go back to court and change your statement.

You don't have a fucking clue what's going on, do you?

Zulema Zahir made a call to an unknown number...

the day before the escape.

That call was registered at a cell site in a small town

in the province of Ciudad Real. Los Ballesteros.

You know what? The same day, at the same time,

Leopoldo Ferreiro's wife left her seven missed calls,

and five to her son, all from the same cell site.

We sent a team to search the area.

What do you think we found in an abandoned factory?

The Egyptian's fucking hideout.

And surprise! Leopoldo and Roman's fingerprints were everywhere.

What? You think they were playing cards?

I think they killed him, but not there.

So? Did you find Macarena's prints?

Answer me!

No! Then I don't give a fucking shit about your investigation.

We had a deal. And you broke it.

I didn't have a deal with that girl.

You had one with me. And now they're badgering her inside.

I don't give a shit about the deal!

I have two corpses on my desk because of that family.

And you refuse to know,

because you have a thing for that slut!

You massive cunt.

My wound is bleeding.

Your word doesn't mean shit.

Miss Vargas,

do you know the reason why Maria Prieto, alias...

-Casper. I nicknamed her that. -Casper...

wanted to take her life?

She was really unhappy,

but I think the main reason was loneliness.

Because when we got out of here, she was really clueless.

I had my plan, Zulema had hers.

Casper was very over-reliant.

Sorry?

Yes, she wasn't very seasoned... she clung onto us.

So, do you think that the state of mind of the deceased

could have led to her suicide?

Well, in my humble opinion,

Your Honor,

I do, yes.

Did you see or hear how she died?

No. I didn't see it,

because Casper was having a shower in private,

and there was nobody there,

otherwise we would have stopped her or something. No.

But I heard her. Yes, we heard her.

We were there, the three of us on the porch, in the cool air.

Suddenly: bang!

Then we came in,

and there was the girl,

bleeding to death.

She...

the poor girl had shot herself in the head.

Bad news.

Castillo testified that he managed to catch you by himself,

not because of your call.

What?

-You promised me a deal. -There is no deal.

What do you mean no deal?

You promised me self-defense,

and that I was going to enter a witness security program.

Castillo has betrayed you.

And me.

No, Fabio. He hasn't betrayed you.

I'm the one who's going to testify against the biggest bitch I know.

I'm the one she's going to kill.

And if by any chance she doesn't, it doesn't matter,

because I'm going to spend the rest of my life here.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

Sorry for what, Fabio?

Because they killed Casper,

because you made me pin the phone on her?

Sorry for what?

Sorry for going to Sandoval's house,

and telling his wife that her husband is a rapist?

Because thanks to that I'm infected, and I don't know what the fuck I have.

You know what? I'm starting to get a bit pissed off with everything.

So what? You want me to slit my wrists?

Share your infected blood? Is that what you want?

Because if it is, I'll do it.

I wish everything had worked out. It hasn't.

I'm in your debt, Macarena.

Macarena...

I don't know if I'll be able to protect you and your family.

I swear that, from now on, I'll devote myself to that.

Listen. Your dad and brother were with the Egyptian when you escaped.

Castillo knows, and he'll arrest them shortly.

I'd have warned your dad, but the phones are tapped.

Don't. I have a phone.

I know where to call him.

Good, then call him.

They must find help soon

because they'll be accused of murdering the Egyptian.

I'll be back.

He killed him, right?

Yes.

5-7.

So...

Mr. Hernandez comes up to me

and tells me that I have more than 22 unjustified absences,

I haven't accounted for them, I hand reports in late...

-Yeah, right, tell him what you did. -Exactly.

So I was suspended for 60 days with unpaid leave.

-They're the ones losing out. -What does it matter, Mom?

Food's ready.

Move up a bit.

Tomorrow we should go shopping before we leave.

By the way, where are we going?

Your mom wants to go to Lisbon.

We've never been there. We can have bacalao.

I'm on board, Mom. Yes.

-Hello. -Dad, it's me.

Not only Karim is after you.

What happened in the moments leading up to Nerea Gonzalez's death?

I tried to escape, and she followed me.

She harassed me.

She wanted me to escape, but I'd been forced to do it.

In the video it's clear that you headbutted her.

She was following me, shouting: "Come back, or I'll kill you."

"Come back, or I'll kill you."

She hit me in the stomach several times.

I was not myself at all.

She grabbed her by her hair as if she were a dog.

And she said that she'd kill her.

Then Macarena started running and...

Well, we all thought that...

she was going to kill her right there.

We all thought that, didn't we?

When we heard the shot, we were outside the cabin.

All three of us.

We came running in,

and we found her there.

With a bullet to the temple.

The gun was on the floor.

She'd killed herself.

If Macarena hadn't headbutted her,

I know, beyond doubt, that she would've killed her.

She did it in self-defense, Your Honor.

Life is unpredictable.

Hi.

Sorry, Blondie. I couldn't get any wrapping paper.

It's OK.

You're the best gift ever.

Besides, I've received the results of my blood test...

I'm clean.

And healthy.

And juicy, too.

Why would your dad have told us to go to Badajoz?

So that we can wait for him over there.

Roman...

Your dad isn't coming back.

We need a car.

I've come to tell you where the Egyptian is.

I killed him,

and I know where he's buried.

Subtitle translation by Nancy Correa Nesich

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