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Don't turn them over
until they've all been handed out.

You can't talk, leave the room,

or take your eyes off the test.

Good.

You can turn the exams over.

You have 45 minutes.

Sole, are you all right?

Fernando asked me to marry him.

Wow!

This woman is really lucky, you know?

You almost kick the bucket?
They give you a heart.

You set fire to your husband?
You get another one.

I don't think I'm lucky,
getting married without a honeymoon.

Only seeing your husband once a month.

Not being able to sleep
by his side every night.

I don't see how I'm lucky.

When you get out,
you'll have a home to go to,

and a family.

On top of that, he has daughters.

What will they say about him marrying
a criminal who roasted her husband?

What will they say?

Keep her away from the barbecue
on Sundays.

You love him, don't you?

-I think I do.
-Well then!

I spend all time daydreaming about him.

I think so, too, it's love.

-Good love.
-Yeah.

I don't want to spend my life
wondering when he'll come,

if I can get another intimate meeting.

I don't want to spend every day and night
thinking about outside.

Shit, 11 years of my life like that.

I don't want hopes.

If you didn't want to have hopes,

you shouldn't have got
a heart transplant.

You should have stayed here,
in the cell, very calm,

because you had a life expectancy
of what, a few days?

Give back that heart.

Because they could really do with it
in the transplant unit.

Oh, don't you want to?

Well, keep it.
But make good use of it.

God, look at the junkie!

She learnt so much at university
and yet she ended up using heroin.

What a talent!

The escapes are over,
just like the millions of euros...

and false hopes.

You're right, the only way
to get out of here is being good.

But you know what?

I never imagined
good girls would be your style.

Everyone has something hidden
in the closet.

Macarena, if we want this
to be serious, it has to be like this.

Fine.

I'll declare before the judge

that I had a mental episode

when I shot Karim.

I'll cross my fingers
that Castillo doesn't let me down.

He won't.

And I'll let you stand
as a witness for me in the trial

for the hostage escape, right?

How does that sound?

I like good girls, but not boring girls,
so it sounds great.

Are you all right?

I told you I got cold.

We don't have long to go,
can you wait?

Yes, I suppose so.

God, no!

No, we need to stop.

Fuck, Macarena. We need to stop.

The prisoner urgently
needs to go to the bathroom.

LOCKED UP

A) DYNAMISM B) POPULARISM
C) LYRICISM D) RHETORICISM

The idea is lovely,

really romantic.

It's like the TV show
Married at First Sight.

The problem is
that this is a prison, not a movie set,

so I don't think it's possible.

Why is it impossible?

May I?

Your time is up.
Please hand in your tests.

Miss, you need to hand it in as it is.

I didn't have time to finish.

I was beaten up two days ago.

They broke my ankles and hurt my wrists.

I can barely write.

Could I...

Could I do the exam orally?

Come on.

Sole...

Soledad Nuñez.

Gosh.

Just a moment ago, I proposed to you.

You ran away, and I understand that.

Ask me, I'll do it!

You've got balls, Mr. Proper.

Our marriages have failed.

You were mistreated.

I was with a horrible person.

But why wouldn't it work this time?

So I'll ask you again, Sole.

Will you marry me?

Sole heard you,
but she's shitting in the toilet.

Sole! He's up there waiting for you.

I told him you're shitting
and you'll come straight away.

How could you say that?
I'm going to kill you!

So he stays calm.
Shall I tell him you said yes?

You're not saying anything to him.
Tell him I'm coming now.

Sole is constipated, Mr. Fernando.

Don't be so gross!

You're crazy.

Yes, I'll marry you. Yes!

But it has to be tomorrow,
not the day after or the day after that.

I can't take it anymore!

Come here, come with me.

I'll give the ring to a guard
to give it to you, OK?

He's got money and all!

Lift the bride up. Lift her up.

Who is brave enough to lift her?

This is lovely!

We'll be back in a minute.

Good morning.

Come in.

-Hey!
-Oh, really.

-If you don't, I can't go.
-OK.

-There you go.
-Thank you.

-Fabio.
-What?

Can you turn on the tap
and let the water run?

I feel embarrassed if you hear.

Of course.

What a situation we're in.

How embarrassing.

Macarena, we've got just enough time
to get to the court.

Macarena?

Macarena?

You have got to be kidding me.

Pelinchon, three.

Garcia, zero point five.

You studied a lot.

Grijalbo, two.

Another one going for NASA!

-Kabila. Congratulations, seven.
-A seven?

-Shit!
-Fuck, yes!

Gypsy!
Gypsy, give me rhythm, cheer me.

I'll be able to choose a university
and even ask for a grant. I'm all brains!

You got lucky.
Yesterday, you didn't have a clue.

But I understood the basic concepts.

I just needed to review a bit and pass it.

Come on, cheer for me.
Cheer, because I'm getting out!

Did you give the examiner a blow job?

What do you mean?

We're getting out of here,
me for passing and you for good behavior.

It's what we talked about.

But the plan wasn't to give anyone
a blow job or shag them.

Did you shag him?

You couldn't have in the wheelchair,
did you shag him?

What if I did?

I didn't get to review much
and I was going for top marks,

so I'm annoyed I got a seven.

So when things don't go your way
you get up to no good?

Who are you to ask for explanations?

I'm fed up
of this whole jealous lesbian thing.

I said I'd pass and I passed.

-At what price?
-At the price that was needed.

Everyone has their own price.

-I earned my seven.
-Yeah.

Do you think I can't see
what you're doing?

The shit about leaving here,
the rush you're in,

the rubbish exam,
how desperate you are.

"We're going together,
Saray, we'll go together."

Do you think I haven't realized?

This is all because Maca left you,

and you can't stay here seeing her face.

Is that right or not?

It is.

It is.

Fucking bitch!

Shit! Son of a bitch!

Bitch, whore, idiot!
What are you doing?

Escaping!

I'm not waiting for three years.
I'll go with or without your help.

Son of a bitch! Let go of me!

You're fucking crazy!

Were you pretending when you made me think
you were falling for me?

-Was that a lie, too?
-I never said I was falling for you.

But I'm almost there.

Almost where? What does that mean?

Stay still! We can give it a try.

Try and have a relationship
like most people.

You're such a shit.

If you expect to have
a relationship in this fucking hole

you're an idiot,
you're such an asshole.

Everything you touch turns ugly and bad.

What do you want?
Do you know anything about me?

Do I have siblings?
Do I have a mother?

You don't know me,
and you want us to run away?

Are you really in love with me?
Am I in love with you?

Or are we both lonely and desperate?

I'm a prisoner,
and you're a fucking guard.

And we won't be anything more.

Very well.

Now I'm going to do my job
and take you to the fucking court.

No!

Give me your hands.

Don't make this harder,
give me your hands.

Forget any agreement with the judge,

but we still have one possibility.

What?

Pretend that we accept
the conditions the judge imposes

and that we're ready to abide by them,
but we'd need money.

-Money for what?
-To write up a statement

where you would specify
where the kidnapped girl was.

I have a contact in the court

who would register
the time and date as this morning.

Your willingness to collaborate
would be clear.

The girl has appeared, but we'll have
held up our end of the deal.

That's why I need money,
for the collaborator.

And for myself,

I won't deny that.

If they find out,
I'll be disbarred for life.

For the judge, it would be obvious
that the confession in the court

was legally valid.

Now I could get...

no more than 45,000 euros.

All right.

Now I need you to write the statement,

as detailed as possible.

What Susana told you,
the exact location of the girl,

the day and time you were given
the information.

Everything. Addressed to the judge.

It's a screw-cap pen.

Sorry.

Her stomach is better now. Let's go.

Are you OK?

What's wrong?

Castillo, the bastard.

You almost got me!

Shit.

I thought I'd lost the war
but I've only lost a battle.

Do you like chess, Inspector?

This is a brilliant match,

like that legendary one of whoever it was
against Spassky.

Remember, nobody dies in chess.

Take that into account
next time you create a mess like this.

-She won again.
-Shut up, idiot.

Chief.

Zulema's caught us.

We need to release her
to find out where the girl is.

Dad's will was read yesterday.

-Did we get anything?
-Not much, really.

He didn't have property in Montecarlo,
or accounts in Switzerland.

I suppose no bastard children
have turned up either?

Not that I know of.

So we're alone in this world, sister.

The only strange thing is...

do you know what he left Castillo?

Do you remember
the Sherlock Holmes book,

-the first edition that Dad had?
-Yes.

Well, that. I don't know.

How did the investigation
into Karim's death go?

What do you think, brother?

I emptied a gun into a man's head

and kept shooting
until I ran out of bullets.

I kept pressing the trigger.

The prosecutor
wasn't very impressed by my pain.

Of course.

Fuck them.

Has Fabio told you the escape plan yet?

When do we start?

What's wrong?

What?

There isn't a plan, Roman.

No, there isn't anything.

Fabio lied to us.

The money you gave up your hand for...

He says the police has it.

It seems like there
isn't a single man in this world

who isn't tempted to cheat and lie to me.

The difference is
I'm going to kill this one.

Roman.

Your time is up.

Four-three. Come on.

What is this? Oh!

No, girls! No! You're really going too far
with my bachelorette party.

Remember my transplant,
my menopause,

and my Christian religion.

Where did you get the uniform?

Where is my uniform, fucking junkie?

I left it for washing on Friday,
move your ass and look for it.

It's not on the list, Valbuena.

Look: Mendez, Martinez, Palacios...
It's not here.

Go on, girl!

Do you think I'm an idiot?

I want my uniform tomorrow,
spotless and with pant creases.

Or you'll spend a week in solitary,
understand?

Understood, Valbuena. I'll look around,
it could have gone to be sewn.

You wouldn't have a ripped cuff
or a loose button, would you?

Your fucking mother has a loose button.

Girls.

What's wrong?

My goodness.

My heart's beating really fast.

You've suffered an arrhythmia.

If you've had a transplant,
this is very serious.

Well, girls,
my bachelorette party has come to an end.

Your chances of developing
a dilated cardiomyopathy are very high.

From now on, you need to avoid
any stressful situations.

My recommendation
is that you postpone the wedding.

Doctor.

Make me give up salt,
cold meats, saturated fat.

But don't tell me I can't get married,
because that will kill me.

I'm going to give you a monitor
so I can check on you.

It's a device that continuously
measures your pulse rate.

It will alert us to any abnormalities,
and if it does,

it's all over.

-Understood?
-Crystal clear, doctor.

Relax and take it easy.

Sole, make sure that...

That tomorrow is the happiest day
of your life, but not the last.

Yes.

Why are they taking so long?

Because breaking the law as you expect

takes time.

Time is scarce for a dying girl.

Can I make a call?

It's personal.

Castillo, no.

I wanted to make a reservation.
Yes, for tonight.

At 9:30 PM.

The name is Zulema Zahir.

Zahir, with an "h" in the middle.

Yes, just one person. Thank you.

I've spent years
dreaming of a wild turbot.

Kabila.

The semifinals of the interprisons boxing
tournament starts...

You've been granted
day release privileges.

I repeat, it starts at 11:00 AM
in the gym.

And when can I leave?

Right away. It's Friday, your weekend.

Now? It's Sole's wedding today.

I wanted to catch the bouquet...

If you want to stay, I can take you later.

No, thank you. I'll call my sister.

Whatever you want.

I'm not really one
to give prisoners a lift.

But given the state you're in,
with broken ankles, well...

Do you remember
the abortion pill my sister gave you?

It was strychnine.

I put it in your coffee to kill you.

If you're alive, it's because Sole
put a stop to it,

but whether you're alive or not,
I couldn't care less.

Acting as a taxi
or giving me fucking chocolates...

won't make me forget.

No.

Son of a bitch.

What's up, Romay? I'm skidding.

-I'm skidding.
-Shall we lift you up?

But for Sole's wedding,
we're going to bust some moves...

...at 11:00 AM in the gym.

I repeat, it starts at 11:00 AM
in the gym.

They're going to release Zulema.

Bravo.

They haven't done it yet,
but they won't take long.

The public pressure is unbearable.

Your Dad left me one of the first editions
of Sherlock Holmes.

Why?

So you don't torture yourself
over killing my mom.

You don't apologize
for killing someone's mom.

I don't know what you should say.

They don't teach you that at school.

I think about you all the time.

And I know you're
the most innocent in all this nightmare.

Yes.

But the one who's being set free
is Zulema.

Well...

Nothing's happened yet.

We can't go any further.

I can go further.

I can go much further.

I can do the dirty work.

If I break Zulema,
I want you to do something for me.

Whatever you want.

My freedom.

I'll help rescue the girl...

and never return to Cruz del Sur.

I give you my word.

Let's see...

What did you need to tell me?
I've left my knee pads in the cell.

I have the test results.
You'll never guess what.

What?

You're 20 days pregnant.

I can't be!

Not 20 days,

because my husband
only came 15 days ago.

Nobody shoots me up!

Well 20, 15...

There is always margin for error, Saray.

The important thing
is you're having a baby.

We need to do an ultrasound,

then we can see the fetus.

Sole, here's the dress
they've authorized for the ceremony.

Thank you.

Look at that. What a dress.

They may have authorized that,
but the tarot and Sandoval say otherwise.

Look, Sole.

You're getting married
with the deceased's heart and her husband.

The tarot won't understand that.

It seems the groom's daughters
won't either.

What's wrong?

The embryo still can't be seen,
but the gestational sac can.

Let's see where it is...
There it is, look.

There we go.

I want an abortion.

I thought it was planned.

No way. My husband has no idea.

You and I both know
this is no place to raise a child.

You don't need to decide right now.

I've already decided.

I don't want to bring a child
into this fucking world, full stop.

Look, Saray,

bringing a child into this world
will make it a better place.

You don't know it yet,
but you'll really want this.

Third and most important,

a child always helps you
through the bad times.

I know. Now you go home,
knock your wife up

and go for a walk in the country.

Look, a few days ago,
my wife lost the baby we were expecting

and then she left me.

I would love to go home,

knock my wife up
and go for a walk in the country,

but it can't be.

I'm sorry. I'm not going to have a baby
just because you can't.

As your doctor,
I will support you in your decision,

as long as you really think about it.

Do you know what we should do?

You should go to your cell
and sleep on it.

Let me know tomorrow, OK?

No low punches
or anything below the waist.

I want a clean fight.

Touch them up.

To your corners.

Box!

Very well.

Maca!

Come on, Maca!

Go on, you can do better than that.

You need to work harder.

Separate, shit! Separate.

Hey, Ferreiro!

No!

Are you sure you don't want ice
to numb the pain?

I don't mind the pain.

Let me see.

Good.

This is the last one.

I want a phone.

You can pay the debt
you have with my silence.

And with my backside.

Start getting ready.

In an hour you'll have your freedom.

Good.

Justice always rights wrongs.

Miranda.

Go and turn left.

They're releasing Zulema.

But do you know what I think?

They're doing us a favor.

And saving an innocent girl's life
is the same, right?

Do you know what I think?

In life, you need to get rid
of anything toxic.

Toxic relationships,

toxic managers...

Even toxic inmates.

You know what I like most about you?

Your honesty.

That's what I need in a man right now.

I've already told you.
I'm not who you think I am.

And what did I do?

Did I get scared?

Did I run away and ask for help?

Maybe you thought this was a game,
but it's not for me.

Are you sure?

I don't want a divorcee affair.

I'm monogamous.

-And monogamists don't play?
-No.

Let's play.

But I'll have to punish you.

A bad girl

who came to school without clothes.

And without me asking.

Punish me.

Bambi, my things.

From now on, they'll have to call you
Chucky, remember.

You're here.

I've got déjà vu.

Well...

-I almost didn't say goodbye.
-I heard.

You go, I stay...

I honestly didn't imagine it like this.

But never mind.

We've both done all we can
to get out of here.

You bribing a guard,
and me with the kidnapped girl.

It went really badly for me,
and you warned me.

I need to accept it.

There's no other way.

Zulema, a hug?

And a punch.

With the dumb blonde look
and the old man by your side,

I almost liked you.

Subtitle translation by Ianina Antonetti

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