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I hear strange, metallic noises.

Like skate blades gliding against the icy surface.

Or the clash of steel.

And then suddenly, the sun rises, just like that.

I wake up feeling very cold, shivering;

I look around, and...

I'm in the middle of the courtyard, alone,

too scared to get up.

And then...

I scream.

But there's no sound, just silence.

We're here for you.

Whoever it was, just say the word, Maca.

Stay strong, Maca. Keep your head up.

Lord, we ask that you watch over the souls of Leopoldo and Encarna

so that they might witness your glory.

Sometimes life puts us to the test with events we cannot understand.

But the Lord asks for faith, for only He may judge us.

He'll have mercy on his child Macarena

and He'll help her overcome these tragic accidents.

No...

they weren't accidents,

they were murders.

God has nothing to judge, I already did it myself.

Macarena, honestly, anything you need.

My condolences, I'm very sorry.

I'm so, so sorry, my dear.

You've got to be brave. Stay strong, champ.

I'm sorry, my dear. Listen to what I tell you:

forget the judge's murder charge.

You did what you had to. Your parents' killer had to die.

Be strong, my love.

Don't be sad, blondie.

The important thing is,

on the chessboard of life, we've checkmated Karim.

Well, you did.

He was my only relative.

Thank you.

It's a good day.

Save your condolences for your boyfriend's mother.

She doesn't need a bodyguard, haven't you noticed?

Maca, you're not alone in this.

Okay?

Right, let's move.

Girls, a moment, before you leave.

Tomorrow a sexologist is giving a talk on sexuality and self-esteem.

It'll take place in here...

Life goes on.

I don't want it to.

I want it to go backwards.

I'm trapped in the moment I shot and changed my fate.

At 30 years old I've just realized,

as in an epiphany,

that life means business.

LOCKED UP

I can't do it, it won't go in.

- I can't do it. - Here, let me see.

Use a steady hand.

You have to slide this little washer over the little pole.

- See? - Ah, that's it.

There you go, good job.

Why address her like she's retarded?

What do you mean?

Little washer.

Little pole, little Susie.

You sound like a nun, right?

Sister Elena giving catechesis, right little Susie?

Why did you marry a woman

that everyone believes to be mentally handicapped?

If she were mentally handicapped,

she'd be committed not in prison, wouldn't she?

She has an IQ of 50.

Is your wife smart, Inspector?

Smarter than you?

Can't one fall in love with somebody that's not intelligent?

What I think is, you married her

because she's easily manipulated

and she'd be eternally faithful and loyal.

Why would you want a wife...

so loyal, and with so little going on upstairs?

Little Susie, do you want to confess?

Have you sinned?

No.

Honestly I haven't.

Then sin more.

Apparently, in the end God pardons everyone.

Amaia Jimenez, 16 years old.

-Do you know her? -No.

What the hell is this?

A pin I found on the ground.

I kept it to keep my papers in order.

It's Amaia's bobby pin, with her DNA on it.

Where did you find it?

The countryside, I don't remember where.

What's your job?

I own a rural veterinary clinic.

But you're not a vet.

I inherited the business when my brother died.

A degree isn't necessary to help farm animals give birth.

Has a customer complained?

Come in.

You wanted to see me?

Macarena, as the head psychiatrist for this facility,

it's my job to share with you the concerns I have for your health.

In the last few days you lost your parents

in a tragic, violent fashion...

and you killed the culprit in cold blood.

I'm not sure how you plan to deal with this without any support.

Basically...

I fear you might fall into a pit of depression,

that you might feel responsible for their death...

and I think it would be very beneficial if you started therapy.

There are lines I won't cross, Doctor.

Never.

Even if I wake up one day...

and all I can think of is committing suicide,

I will never put myself in your hands.

Hey! Work in silence or go to your cells.

Sure, asshole.

You're funny, Helenita.

Why's that?

You're not like most of the scum in here.

You mess up, you have ovaries,

and you're good with special people.

That's it.

All right.

Now when you open it, it should play a tune.

Here.

What's wrong? Are you okay?

This song reminds me of my daughter.

You have a daughter?

I played this song when she was in my belly.

Years ago now.

Seventeen.

A beautiful baby.

Are you hungry? You have to eat, otherwise you'll get ill.

Will she visit you?

She can't.

She can't go anywhere.

Eat a bit more for me. Ah... there we go.

She's in a box.

Like this doll.

Why have you dug a 600 meter tunnel beneath your land?

What is it, an air-raid shelter for pigs?

Or you wanted to come and go unseen?

It's going to be a storehouse.

That is a storehouse?

Inspector, something important has just come from head office.

They've located Amaia Jimenez' phone signal.

It seems she's switched her phone on.

What the hell is it doing in Hungary?

Want me to paint your nails?

No, thanks.

I don't mind.

It's brilliant being your servant.

-I much prefer it. -I didn't buy you to be my servant.

Maca.

I couldn't share my condolences before. I'm sorry for your loss.

I know exactly how you feel.

Two weeks after I got here, my dad died.

I can't even imagine the pain of losing them both at the same time.

It's very sad.

And it worries me...

who'll lend you the money for Bambi.

Rub cream on me while you think about it.

I can't reach.

Now that we had a peace agreement...

and I'd shown you respect with a gift...

you've walked all over me by buying Bambi.

Since you're on it, why not do the front.

You broke the agreement.

Do me a favor:

avoid further misfortune in your life.

That's enough.

They'll wear away.

Anabel.

Can you please give me some weed?

And make a note on that little list of yours.

In your book.

It's important that we talk openly.

We're going to see how something as specific as an orgasm

is different for everyone.

Antonia, tell us what you feel when you orgasm.

Listen, lady, I have no problem with being completely open

and using words like cock, dick,

shaft, fanny, you get me?

But I can't tell you openly

about the intimate nature of my orgasms in front of him.

I could really do without that image, chef.

You already disgust me enough without the details.

Until Valbuena leaves, we're saying nothing.

Very well.

All right.

To be honest, you're doing me a favor.

The thing is, he's missing a testicle because he had an accident.

Yeah, a tray fell on it, over and over again.

Now we're alone.

MARCOS' BIRTHDAY

The number you're trying to reach is not assigned.

For me, it's easy.

As soon as I start rubbing down here...

that's it, like a gushing hose.

I always faked my first orgasms.

You had to shout? So I shouted!

Oh, yes, baby! Give me more!

You had to say kinky stuff?

Rattle my ass! Cover me in milk, baker!

-Give me all of it! -That's gross.

-As if you haven't said that! -Maybe differently.

When I'm having an orgasm,

I really, really need to...

to take a piss.

That's called pissing yourself with joy.

The first time I felt it I was 14, I was young.

I was so scared...

But my cousin told me: "Don't be stupid.

All this stuff about sex, about fucking, it's simple.

Close your eyes, open your mouth and your legs.

And enjoy."

And nine months later, there was my Joaquin leaving my body,

all covered in muck and fat...

till this day.

Mine lasted a while. Just the usual.

Sure they were.

Even though you've hardly been in the saddle.

Hey, I was a hooker.

-Yeah, like a foal. -I preferred oral.

I've had a boyfriend, Anabel.

-What do you mean? -No.

No what?

For me, an orgasm is like a sneeze:

you see it coming...

And then, bliss.

That's an allergic orgasm!

Lactose intolerant!

Gross.

-And you? -Me?

-I've never had one. -Why not?

My husband preferred beating to caressing.

He'd come home drunk and throw himself on me like a dog.

He'd always fall asleep before coming.

I was really thankful for that.

I guess the only one I've ever felt was when I heard him snore,

and I could get him off me.

What the hell is Amaia's phone doing 2300 km from her fucking house?

I don't know. I'd call her and ask her.

And if you sold her to a bordello

and she's in Hungary with a ticket to people-traffickland?

-I didn't sell anyone. -Care to elaborate?

Maybe the girl ran away from home.

Or someone stole her phone.

It could be anything.

Don't you think it's possible you're wrong about us, Inspector?

Look...

when you kill some guy

and you're responsible for your parents' death...

that's when you end up peering into the abyss.

Anabel's tits, too.

What about me?

You need to be you.

And look after me.

You promised.

Blondie.

What's up?

Are we having a party? And no one told me? Share it, girl.

How are you?

Are you up for the gym? Some training would be good.

Some other time.

-I'll get some air. -Take this, dopehead.

See you later, love.

-Did you get her the joint? -No.

The next time she's depressed and wants those shitty things, steal them,

or tell me.

And be very careful, no touching.

Look after her, but don't touch her.

Like a bodyguard.

Are we clear?

How's my poor blondie?

Your eyes are red.

From crying.

And from smoking.

And from lack of sleep.

I'm having nightmares.

Well, actually just one.

I hear noises.

Really strange noises.

Metallic.

Like...

skate blades...

Caught you.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Zolpidem.

It's a sedative they prescribe to Susana.

Sometimes she gets a little bit anxious.

You won't tell her, right?

If you mix these with alcohol,

it's hallucinogenic.

You start tripping.

I need to trip to forget this shit.

Want some?

I don't do drugs.

I don't like to lose control.

But fuck it.

Today I'm celebrating.

Oh, shit.

Zolpidem.

-Careful, it burns. -Man...

What are you celebrating?

The start of a new era.

One where I'm starting again.

And I want you...

to come with me.

I'm not having sex.

I had to work with a posh prude.

But you...

you're different, you've got it figured out.

I've noticed you get on well with Susie.

Did she say what she did?

-No. -No.

She kidnapped the girl of some rich bastards...

She seemed to be clueless.

As it turns out she's got the entire police force stumped.

I don't care.

This isn't just gossip...

it's an opportunity.

She trusts you.

And I need to know...

where Susie's hiding her little mouse.

What for?

I have plans.

Expensive ones.

But the little mouse's parents are loaded.

If they give me some

in exchange of information on the girl's whereabouts,

you'll be able to get your container of pills,

and I'll get an extended vacation away from here.

What do you say?

Wow...

I'm not sure.

I'll think about it.

That was really nasty...

rejecting me before.

Let's do it then.

No.

I'm not in the mood.

Plus, they say sex between friends just fucks everything up.

Oh, what a rush!

That yellow suits you, Maca Simpson.

How are you?

I haven't smoked weed... since school, I think.

I can see that.

I would've loved to have met you in school.

I can see you wearing thick-rimmed glasses,

innocent-faced...

"Could you, please, repeat that, Professor?"

You'd have gotten sick of smacking my head.

I would've definitely bullied you.

♪ Checked uniform, Thick glasses and pigtails ♪

♪ This girl doesn't seem like a stoner ♪

♪ But if you give her a joint And let her hair down ♪

♪ You'll see how cool she really is ♪

Thank you, people!

For Macarena!

-Curly? -What?

I appreciate it, but...

stuff is weird, and...

-Okay. -I want to be by myself.

Okay.

I'll leave you for now.

But don't get crazy.

-Are you back in our cell? -Uh-huh.

Good. I'll make you laugh later.

Blondie...

♪ I get wet every time I think of you ♪

Just kidding.

I've spent the whole week replaying what you told me at dinner,

regarding my marriage.

If I gave you my opinion, it's...

because I want you to move past it.

Surely you and Marco went out together.

-No. -Your anniversary?

-No. -A wedding?

-No... -Baptisms, communion?

He didn't even take me to bed.

What am I saying! No, no more beer.

Go on, one more. And if you could get rid of these? Thanks.

Come on, why stop now?

You've not mentioned Marcos since he left you.

It's time you got it all out.

We were married nine years...

but the sex lasted for...

five...

six months.

The last time we made love was one Christmas in Gerona...

at his parents' house.

They were still alive, so that must have been...

-Three years ago. -Three years, yes.

How was it?

What are you asking? If it was good, what positions we did?

-Both! -No!

It's not like I was a sex-machine either, maybe it's that.

Nonsense.

Miranda, you ooze sexuality, so don't let yourself think that.

I meant what I said at dinner...

I think that Marcos is...

-What? -He's gay.

-What? Are you joking? -I'm not joking!

I'm serious, think about it.

And the way he left.

To just go, without saying anything, not showing his face,

dropping everything, he even left the dog.

It's like he was carrying a burden.

Like the straw that broke the camel's back after years of confusion.

A husband that...

hides his true sexual identity

ends up feeling like a fraud

toward the person he knows loves him.

Hence, the need...

to disappear, and not be found. You see?

He discarded his phone, it's like he wanted to delete everything

that reminded him of all those years of oppression.

Or there was someone else, a lover.

-Or there is. -A man?

A woman.

Look, if that was the case,

at least he would've tried to make you feel like a woman.

At some point he would have.

Plus, you mentioned passion faded quickly.

I don't know.

I feel really blocked about all this.

Can I give you some advice?

I think you're on the right track.

You need to feel like a woman again.

Take joy in your sexuality.

Ferreiro.

Ferreiro.

I saw you leaving Sandoval's office yesterday.

What's up with your eyes? Are you on drugs?

Tell me.

What happened?

You went into Sandoval's office, you left, and you started crying.

Let go of me.

My parents are dead, and that's your concern?

That's all you have to say?

My meeting with Sandoval is private,

just between doctor and patient.

A private matter?

Was it private when I found him patting you with his ruler?

Or when I helped your family cut up a corpse?

Fucking hell, Macarena.

If you think I don't care about you, you're wrong.

It's pretty obvious that I care, a lot.

All I care about is getting out of here.

Okay.

Listen.

I'll get you out of here. I promise I will.

In fact, this afternoon you're going to be out.

Have a seat in two.

4-3.

Fernando.

It's been ages!

I think prison already scares you.

Or you fear the jerrican?

I'm not family, this is the earliest they'd allow.

Family in our hearts.

We've got a true, heart-to-heart friendship.

I've been thinking about you a lot.

-Me too. -Hands!

No physical contact.

I found some information in the papers.

I was curious, I wanted to know more.

Are you spying on me?

Are you one of those morbid types that combs the paper for obituaries,

reading about the criminals?

Your case impressed me. Specially something I read.

Your statement.

"After two or three beatings a day...

being spat at and constantly raped...

infidelities, his getting drunk and kicking me...

the longest sentence that the court wants to impose...

...will come as a blessing to me."

I think he deserved it.

Thank you.

Hands, please.

How would you feel about a conjugal visit, just us?

Just like that? No wooing or charm?

-You're going straight for the jugular. -It's just to talk.

-I'm not looking for sex. -No, me neither.

And who said sex is classified in the legal justice system?

Anyway, sex doesn't... Let's just leave it there.

This is a warrant for the release of inmate Macarena Ferreiro

for the reconstruction of events surrounding Karim's death.

I would avoid that at all costs.

Her being there could cause her to slip further into depression.

Sorry, but this is standard protocol.

Macarena is implicated

and her testimony is vital to getting the facts.

It's court-ordered.

Fabio, go with her.

She'll need a friendly face.

Macarena.

Macarena.

Macarena, listen to me.

Despite the police report from the helicopter,

I think Karim pointed his gun at you after shooting your father.

Is that correct?

Macarena...

Castillo is saying he saw Karim point the gun at you before you shot him.

Is that true?

-Macarena! -No!

What the hell are you saying? I killed him because he killed my father.

That's not self defense. That's what I did.

He pointed and shot my father.

So I emptied a clip into his head.

I'd do it a thousand times again.

I know this is very painful...

but protect yourself.

Mine and Fabio's statements will help in court.

Like when you helped in court before?

Or when you helped my father?

Or when you killed my mom?

No, thanks, Castillo.

Go to hell.

Castillo, give us a moment.

Come on, guys. There's coffee in the van.

-Let's go. -We're leaving the prisoner alone?

I've got beers in the van. Do you want one?

Come on.

Raul?

It's Miranda, your sister-in-law. How is everything?

I'm glad.

Good.

It's just...

in the end, you realize that the love is gone and...

Of course. You learn from everything.

Of course.

Yes, put him on.

Hello, Marcos.

Happy birthday.

No...

It's no one's fault. It's okay.

But listen...

I need to ask you something. I need to know...

Are you gay?

Oh, my God.

So pathetic.

I didn't know what to say.

How is it possible you knew and I didn't?

I lived with him.

Love is blind, or so they say.

Congratulations.

You've opened your eyes. You can see again.

When you rediscover your sex-drive,

you'll feel completely liberated.

I don't know what you're suggesting,

but if you're talking about picking someone up at a bar, no.

I'm not the type to go around sleeping with strangers.

Me neither.

Here you go. It's a bit warm.

Just imagine that you're in England.

What are we doing here?

Normal stuff.

Enjoy the view, drink a beer,

live in the moment.

When I said I wanted to leave prison,

this isn't exactly what I had in mind, but...

but thank you.

Well...

When I said I'd get you out, this wasn't exactly what I meant.

Zulema has three million buried somewhere in Morocco.

You must convince your brother to get them.

I'll break you out.

And then...

we'll open a beach bar in Brazil. Didn't you feel like dancing?

Are you serious?

This job has a shitty pension, you know?

-Let's go then. -Now?

-Yes, right now. -We can't right now.

It'd cause too much trouble. Castillo would get demoted or fired,

so would the other men here.

But we wouldn't be hurting anyone by taking that money.

-Who are you? -Fabio.

No.

You're my guardian angel.

You've cut a corpse into pieces, you've put yourself in harm's way,

and now you're planning to break me out of prison

and run away with me.

What is it?

Are you falling in love?

With you?

-No. -No?

I don't think so.

We can find out.

-There's nothing to find out. -Yes, there is.

What?

Wait.

When you're out...

there'll be time to find out.

So now you're a man of principles?

Yes, I am.

I'm trying to do things right.

Hey, lovebirds!

Time to go.

Subtitles: Yanina Gan

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