All language subtitles for Vis a Vis (Locked Up) S02E09.720p.WEB-HD

You'll use the toilet in the cell,
until the doors are opened.

Breakfast is at 8am,

showers are at 9am,

and workshops are at 10am.

Are you chewing gum?

Shall I get you some crisps as well?

I'm OK. Just keep
your foul breath off me.

Spit it out.

A week ago, Amaia Jiménez
disappeared 300 metres from her home.

Two days later, it was confirmed
that she'd been kidnapped.

In a letter to the family
they demanded 200,000 euros,

or they'd get their daughter
back in a shoe box.

The poor girl was unlucky,

she came face-to-face
with the Monster family.

No!

We still don't know
if they're siblings,

a consanguine married couple,

or a pair of baboons running loose.

02321, 02580,

02642, checking in.

What are you looking at?

Shut your fucking mouth
or I'll shut it for you. Move it.

Forensics have gathered
plenty of information

from the place
where she was last seen.

Then we checked security cameras in
petrol stations, motorway toll areas.

Finally, the inquiry led us to...

the province of Soria.

On a piece of land out there,
miles from anywhere,

there was a vet living with his wife.

He'd been a suspect
in a similar case 9 years earlier.

We watched the house for a few days.

He hardly went out,
the blinds were always closed,

- and there were no clients calling.
- So we decided to go in,

but we got quite a surprise.

The son of a bitch had dug out
a tunnel below the house,

which led to a shed 600 metres away.

That way, he avoided
surveillance of any kind.

But inside the house, we found
traces of the girl's DNA,

and personal effects,

which was enough
to incriminate the couple.

But the girl hasn't been found.

Help!

The bastard came and went
via that tunnel to avoid surveillance.

That's how we know
the girl is somewhere else.

But where?

Help!

How do we know
the girl is still alive?

Inside the house, we found bags
packed with food and water,

so we surmised that the kidnapper
wasn't going to see her daily.

We think the girl
still has food and water.

But we don't know for how long.

What can we do?

The accessory to the kidnap was
admitted to Cruz del Sur this morning.

The life of that girl depends on us
getting information from her.

Here.

Cell 234.

- In you go.
- Are you kidding?

First Bambi,
and now these two half-wits.

- Great, bring your cast-offs here.
- Speak for yourself, you bitch.

Where did you get that hairstyle?
From the elves of Lord of the Rings?

I'm the elf from fucking hell.
How do you like that?

- And that's Saray's bunk.
- Well, now it's mine.

You can discuss it with her later,
she's quite chatty.

Number one or number two?

Is it a poo?

When can I go back to my cell?

That will depend on
when Vargas comes out.

And as long as you're sharing a cell,
you must watch her at all times.

Go with her to the canteen,
to the workshops,

the showers and the yard.

Wipe that expression off your face,

the Conduct Committee places a high
value on prisoner involvement

in the anti-suicide programme.

Why do I have
to be Saray's minder?

That's a question for the Governor.

And no nonsense from you, understood?

Ha, that's what you think.

Macarena,

here we are, just the two of us.

All alone.

When you're cold at night,

you can get into bed with me

and I'll warm you up with
the fire I've got down below.

I love your sense of humour
and your refined style.

- Are you checking out my bottom?
- Of course!

You'll have to be kind to me,
now that you're my minder

and I'm on the verge of suicide.
I'm really crazy!

Maybe I could turn a blind eye,

while you hang yourself
with your knicker elastic?

Yes, you'd like that,
wouldn't you? But I won't.

And you won't need
to go anywhere with me,

because I don't intend on committing
suicide. I'm not going there.

Now that I'm in love
and I know she loves me back.

Yeah...

You'd better move aside,
or I'll move you myself,

- one way or another.
- You and whose army?

Did I tell you how I met Curly?

Look Saray,
we don't need to be friends.

- No, but I'm going to tell you.
- Go ahead.

The first fucking day in prison,

we were both stark naked,
and the Chief said to us:

"Feet on the yellow line, hands
on the wall, bottom in the air".

Before I knew it, wham!

I had the Chief's finger in my arse.

I turned to one side,

and then I saw her,

Curly,

smiling at me.

You don't get that, do you?

You don't get how that's romantic.
A posh brat like you doesn't get it.

But when I saw her there,

smiling at me,
it was like she was saying:

"My darling,
just hang on a few minutes,

then we'll have
the rest of our lives."

You'll never click like that with
Curly in your entire fucking life.

And watch out with all the boxing,

you're looking more like
Sylvester Stallone every day.

- It wasn't the boxing, clever clogs.
- So what was it then, smarty pants?

Zulema and I exchanged
a few words with Anabel's girls.

Off to the bathroom, move it,
and stay within eyeshot. Let's go.

Hello.

- How's it going?
- Fucked.

I heard about your fight with Blondie.

So you're breaking skulls
with her now, are you?

- Best mates now, are you?
- Yes, we're inseparable.

First I steal your girlfriend,
now your mate.

What do you know about stealing?

You're pathetic
when you pretend to be hard,

and Curly's with me now.
So get used to it.

With you, how?

In what way? Because
you almost killed an officer?

I heard that bastard
will lose a testicle.

You must be ecstatic about that.

If that's how you say "I love you",
what do you do for Valentine's Day?

Go on the rampage with a Kalashnikov?

No. But I'll tell you what I don't do:

I don't sit playing with my pubes

when I find out that
a fucking bastard raped her.

Here she comes.

I don't know
what that fat cow is taking,

but she never gives up.

I've come for a civilised talk.

And is putting a wire into my eardrum

- and perforating it civilised?
- No.

That was in the heat
of the moment, but...

no one likes to lose a bet.

That's in the past.

Are we friends?

Stay where you are.

A little something,

as a gesture of goodwill,

for my ex-cell companion.

I'm a business woman,

and conflict isn't good for business.

If you want me
to lend you Bambi one day,

you only have to ask.

Remember what I told you
when we came back after the escape?

What?

That you're no longer afraid.

Now others fear you.

So,

you should be afraid too.

We've been questioning the husband
for 2 days. He hasn't said a word.

He's a monster, with utter
disregard for that girl's life.

He was fooling us all along,
first with the tunnel,

and then by planting
false clues for the investigators.

Although he appears
to be acting alone,

we're sure he needed his wife
to carry out the kidnapping.

That's where you come in, Doctor.

Her psychiatric report
leaves no room for doubt.

Her IQ is below 50,

she shows no empathy,
no inhibitions,

and she has a distorted
view of reality.

- And what does that mean?
- That we're dealing with someone...

who's incapable of differentiating
between concepts as basic

as right and wrong.

Listen, Susana,

it's just the two of us here.

No one is listening,

no one is watching,

no one is judging.

I only want to know where the girl is.

Do you understand
the seriousness of the situation?

Traces of the girl's DNA
have been found in your house.

We know she was there.

She's a textbook case
of psychological subjugation.

Her mind's been totally erased.

It's as if her brain
had been removed.

Her husband has had
so much influence over her

that she'd struggle
to decide which pants to wear

- unless he told her.
- Do you think she'll cooperate?

I doubt she'll even talk to anyone.

Right now, you're accused
of being an accomplice to a kidnap,

and of concealment,

but not murder.

There's still time for you.

I know what's going through your head:

"What will my husband say?"

The only thing that can
break her mental block

is the very thing that caused it:

her husband.

Don't you have anything to say?

- I'm hungry.
- Fucking hell!

Listen to me! I'll tell you
what your husband is doing.

He's pinning this on you
and in 5 or 6 years he'll be out,

and you'll be rotting in here.

What will you do without him?

My husband told me you'd say that,
that you'd try and separate us.

He said that.

He knows everything.

OK.

With the greatest of respect,

I don't give a shit
about that baboon's brain.

She may be stupid, but she's playing
games and we're running out of time.

The important thing is
to find the girl.

How can we do that?

Subjugated personalities
need someone to follow,

a leader who'll tell them what to do.

Being separated from her husband,
who was her authority for so long,

she's likely to search
her immediate circle

for someone to look up to,

someone to follow,

someone to trust.

Do you smoke?

I did, but my husband won't let me.
He hates smoking.

Your husband isn't here.

What a paradox.

You're going to have more
freedom in here than outside.

Men are disgusting.

Did Anabel send you?

Get out.

Anabel didn't send me.

I need your help.

I can't help you. Get lost.

- Get out of here, I said.
- I've become a slave.

Anabel sells me
to the other prisoners.

I go from cell to cell like a whore.

She's been worse since
Valbuena confiscated her drugs.

She hits me,

and humiliates me constantly.

I've refused a visit from my parents.

I can't look them in the face.

Do you know what you have to do?

Fight back.

- You expect me to stand up to Anabel?
- No.

If you stand up to Anabel, you'll end
up with your head down the toilet.

What do you see?

Me.

Well, I see the slowest
gazelle in the savannah.

The one who's last
to run when the lions attack.

Do you know what's important in here?

Being the second slowest.

Because then, someone else
gets eaten by the lions.

What can I do?

Fight back.

Fight back against those bitches

who pay to have you
between their legs.

Make yourself unwanted.

If you don't earn money for Anabel,

she'll sell you.

- But that's horrible.
- No.

It's better to belong to one person...

than to everyone.

What the hell are you doing in here?

I'm on a case.

So I don't need a neon sign
proclaiming I'm undercover.

Don't look at me or speak to me.

Someone could have told me
that an old friend was coming in.

Yes, and they could have told
the caretaker and the cleaners.

You're forgetting that you're
just a fucking prison officer.

The Police don't have
to keep you informed.

All right.

I just wanted to say that whatever
you've been told about Zulema

is true.

And more, so don't take her lightly.

You love to dramatise, Fabio.

But not all the prisoners
will be that dangerous.

I heard you'd got involved
with an inmate.

That's bad, Fabio.

Cheating on your blind wife.

Did you do it in the prison?

Or did you take her back to your place
when she was out on release?

Don't piss me off, Helena.

Get out of my way, then.

Check the girls
finish their breakfast,

and let the Police do their work.

There are lines we can't cross.

Her life should not
be put in danger.

- I'm responsible for what happens.
- Don't worry.

I'm very experienced
in these situations.

Progress on the case will be
reported by visiting Dr Sandoval.

- That sounds reasonable.
- I have a back problem.

I'll go and see him
when I need painkillers. OK?

Neck pain is usually chronic.

It requires treatment, so...

- it'll be normal for you to see me.
- Very well.

All I ask is that when I'm out there,

I'm treated the same
as any other inmate.

That's the only way
I'll get Susana to trust me,

and tell me where
the kidnapped girl is hidden.

If you don't want me
to slice off those lovely nipples,

you know what you have to do.

All right.

Come on, dear.

Anabel!

What do you want?

Bambi.

- Come on, darling.
- No.

- Come on.
- No. I won't.

I said let's go.

Move it!

- That'll be 20 euros.
- 20 euros?

Has she got gems on her tongue?

She's got a tongue like a lizard.
You'll be back for more.

And if not,

you can always use your fingers.

You'd better do a good job for 20 euros.

You bitch!

How's it going?

Just when I thought you couldn't be
more of a bastard, you do this?

What's the idea, bringing
in Helena undercover?

An americano, please.

Who are you, everyone's hero?

Every day a new cause!

First Macarena,
then the Ferreiro family,

and now Helena.

When will you accept that you can't
change the world single-handed?

Cut yourself some slack.
And don't fuck up another case for me.

How can you be such an idiot?
Fuck up another of your cases?

Not telling me
could have fucked it up.

When Zulema finds out
there's someone undercover,

she'll go straight for her.

That's why you're going to
keep quiet and let her work.

- She doesn't need your help.
- What's all this shit about?

Is it about Zulema or that new one,
the one who looks retarded?

My name is Susana.

They say that,

well...

that we kidnapped a girl
or something. Not at all.

I haven't done anything.

I don't see many people.

My house is outside of the village.
It's sort of on the outskirts.

It's in a lovely spot.
I'm always with my husband.

My husband hasn't been to see me.

When will I get out?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

Help!

Help me!

Shall I tell you what I think?

What's really pissing you off
is having Helena so close.

You fucked her and chucked her.

And now you can't bear
to see her mug, day in, day out.

You've got quite a few exes
in your closet, haven't you?

How many corpses
have you left in your wake?

Chino, Jalapeño, both good
police officers who trusted you,

and now they're six feet under.

Are you going to add Helena
to your long list of failures?

We're police officers
and that comes with a risk.

But what the hell would
a security guard

who spends his days patrolling
a basketball pitch know about it?

What do you want?
I'm having breakfast!

It's important, sir.

It's Encarna Ferreiro.

The bodyguards say she's gone out
alone, in her husband's car,

which we fitted
with a tracking device.

And what's so remarkable about that?

The car is currently parked

very close to the mosque
on the ring road.

So either she's embracing Islam,

or she's having a conversation

with someone linked
to Karim or the Egyptian.

She's only 19! And she'll be
spending over 15 in here.

A slave with years ahead of her.

She's nice and toned.
Feel free to touch.

Come off it, everyone
in here has used her.

And you're selling her
because she bites,

she nearly bit Asunción's fanny off.

I'll give you 200 euros.

Go and eat your mother's pussy.

Offers from 1,200.
Did you hear me? 1,200.

I didn't punish her for biting,
so she has no marks on her.

But whoever buys her

should whip her well
and teach her a lesson.

1,200.

1,200? Come on, who'll bid higher?

This girl has a cavern down below,

for smuggling stuff in
and out of prison.

1,600.

Stand still, she's checking
before she buys.

1,600 going once,

1,600 going twice,

- 1,600...
- 2,000!

- I assume you have the money.
- Your assumption is correct.

And I assume that you trust me.

No? Now that we're...

friends?

Who'll bid higher?

2,100?

In that case,

sold for 2,000 euros.

She's all yours.

Thank you.

Come on, to the shower.

And stop your blubbing.

Encarna!

She isn't here either.

- You saw her this morning.
- Yes.

She didn't say where she was going.

Dad, like I said,
everything was normal.

She made breakfast and said
she was going shopping.

It isn't ringing. Why did
you let her go out alone?

She wasn't alone. She said one
of the bodyguards was going with her.

That's not true.

The bodyguards
are outside in the garden.

- I just saw them.
- What?

She's taken the Egyptian's ashes.

Why would she do that?

Castillo, I need your help.

My fucking life.

My fucking life.

The things I have to do.

Vargas.

Here you are.

Sheets, towels, napkins,
soap and condoms.

- You can go in now.
- Wait a minute.

They can keep the condoms.

My fella and I are planning to bring
lots of little gypsies into the world.

You mean you want
to have a child in here?

Of course. The miracle of love.

And I'll bring it up in here.

And in 2 months, bam!

I'll be moved from here.

- Well, good luck with that.
- Well, thank you.

And don't panic if you notice
the concrete moving, Chief.

Hey!

Can I come in, lovely?

Not living here doesn't mean
you have to knock on the door.

Besides,

no one says no to the new
bad girl on the block.

I heard you had a punch up
with Anabel's bullies.

And that you bought Bambi from her.

What are you up to?

That depends.

What do you like?

Good girls...

or bad girls?

The good bad girls.

And what about the others?

So so.

Sole's boyfriend
came to see her again.

So they're at it non-stop.

So that means that we have the place
to ourselves, just the two of us.

What's got into you?

- You drive me crazy. Is that OK?
- No, no tickling.

- I'm very ticklish.
- Well, look out then.

Oh no you don't!

Stop it.

You've been very patient with me.

With all my fears and hang ups.

My outbursts.

But that's all over now.

I know that you want
a relationship...

without hang ups.

With plenty of passion.

That's what I'll give you.

From now on, you start
Dr Maca's treatment.

Don't worry.

- Trust me.
- OK.

Relax.

Do you want me to stop?

Don't you dare!

A mother can never be
prepared for her son's burial.

It's the worst possible thing.

As a mother, I know that.

I hope that having your son's ashes
will bring you some peace.

Do you believe that your God is just?

Yes.

I'm sure that Allah is,

and that your niece
and my son are dead,

and that it wasn't our fault.

War is for men.

Only women can make peace.

You've kept your word,
and I'll keep mine.

I beg you,

whatever happens,

don't let your people
harm my children.

You westerners...

think we walk around all day with
explosives strapped to our bodies.

You're wrong.

We are also fathers,
mothers, children.

We also know

what it is to feel pain and fear.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to offend you.

What's this?

Hanbal's ashes.

I only hope that, one day,
your God and mine will forgive us.

Did you cremate my son?

There's no body
to wash and watch over.

He'll never be able to enter paradise.

You look gorgeous.

Thank you.

Why don't you let your hair down?

Aren't you going to play?
Come on, play.

Play something.

Or we'll have a child
like a church mouse.

That's right.

Come on, that's it.

That's it.
Nice and lively.

My cousin just told me

That in the district of Triana

There's a stall with lovely flowers

Sold by a Cuban beauty

I've heard the stall will be covered

With garlands and daisy chains

And pretty fairy lights,
It'll be just like a beacon

I'm Saray, Saray, Saray!

Hear this song I'm singing

There's no more time for sadness

Hear this song I'm singing,
It comes straight from my heart.

Hear this song I'm singing,
It comes from deep inside!

Lima 3. Keep a permanent watch
on the exit at the east side.

Lima 4, watch the security perimeter.
Keep me posted of any movements.

Kilo 2. Keep a permanent
watch on the main exit.

- Kilo 3. Your report, please.
- Good.

- Have you checked the camera?
- It's ready.

Good.

Get a visual on Mrs Ferreiro,
so we can see her all the time.

And don't even think
about acting alone.

We don't know who's in there, Karim,

the Egyptian,
or Bin Laden's grandmother.

Let me speak with Encarna.

I can call her, and get her
to come out without your intervention.

It wasn't me
who caused this circus.

It wasn't me who killed a terrorist,
buried him, dug him up,

and walked him across town
to meet his holy mother.

Visual on Carrión entering the mosque.

- There's Encarna.
- That's the Egyptian's mother.

Fuck me, some company Encarna keeps!

Listen everyone.
Rana Sabad is inside.

There's every chance that
Karim Al Said will also be in there.

Or in the vicinity.

If so, he won't be alone
and he'll be armed.

Rana Sabad's presence is confirmed.
Secure the perimeter.

Roger.

The men's prayer room is upstairs.

Let's swap veils.

- Why?
- Do as I say.

Julia, what the hell is happening?

Prayers are over.

- They're leaving.
- We're going in.

Pipiolo!

You stay here.

Up against the wall!

Against the wall!

Rana Sabad is wearing an orange veil.

Rana Sabad is wearing an orange veil!

- I can't see her.
- Find her!

Visual on the target!

Visual on the target!

- Rana!
- No!

I met her over 20 years ago.

She was married to
a very good friend of mine.

I didn't know it was her...

until a split second
after pulling the trigger.

When I saw her eyes,

and she was looking into mine,

it seemed like an eternity.

And in that moment I knew

that I'd killed her.

I tried to shoot her
in the arm to immobilise her, but...

she made a sudden movement and...

I hit her in the chest.

I shot her in the heart.

I'd had two previous
dealings with those people.

On both occasions, they'd fired first,

killing two of my men.

I thought my young partner
was going to shoot.

I shot first.