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WIFE OF KIDNAPPER
KILLS HER HUSBAND

AND COMMITS SUICIDE
IN CRUZ DEL SUR

AMAIA JIMENEZ'S RESCUE
LESS LIKELY BY THE DAY

Inspector, there's a call for you.

If it's Internal Affairs,
tell them I went to take a shit.

It's a man who says he has
information about the kidnapping.

Put him through.

Putting you through.

Inspector Castillo.
Who am I speaking to?

Good morning, Inspector.

I'm calling from Frecuencia Radio
about the kidnapping of Amaia Jimenez.

How did you respond to the deaths
of the only two people

who knew where the girl is?

With great sadness.

Is it true that Cesareo Tamayo
was killed in front of you?

I'm not authorized to say.

You're not authorized to say.

What about the death of his wife?

Is it true you wouldn't admit her
to a psychiatric ward,

and that she committed suicide in prison
after 48 hours of interrogation?

Are we done?

Or haven't you finished pissing me off?

You should know that this conversation
is being recorded.

Really? I'm glad, so you'll be able
to hear what I have to say

every morning, noon and night.

You can fuck right off!

You're scum!

You have no respect
for the pain and dignity of others!

Son of a bitch! Bastard! Asshole!

-How's it going, my friend?
-Fucking great.

I was thinking of going down to Marbella
to hang out with the guys from IA.

So what? It helps me think.

Remember when we were on patrol together?

We'd pick up some low life

and give him the good cop,
bad cop routine.

I realize now that I was the bad cop.

The moron, you might say.
And you were the good cop.

What the hell? Did you call me
over here to hear you cry?

No, I called to ask you to come back
into the police force with me.

The two of us.

Like before.

What do you say?

I say: "Why the hell are you
drinking at this time of day?"

I haven't slept for two days,
so I've lost track of time.

For God's sake, Damian.

Give Zulema what she wants.

Amend the necessary reports,
make a deal with Judge Andrade,

and you'll resolve this fucking case.
If you fail now, you're fucked.

And let that bitch walk free?

-It wouldn't be the first time.
-I won't even have time for that.

They're about to take me off the case.

Christ, you're a real cry baby today.

I failed with Karim.

I failed with Hanbal.

I failed with the fucking escape,

and you had to tell me
they were in Morocco.

I've had more let downs
than Espinete with his inflatable doll.

Inspector.
We've had a call from Cruz del Sur.

Amaia's parents are there,
and they're asking to see Zulema Zahir.

It looks like she was the one
who called them.

-But she's in solitary.
-How the hell did she call them?

AMAIA JIMENEZ - KIDNAPPED
SUSANA TAMAYO - SUICIDE

LOCKED UP

Anabel will be out of solitary
this afternoon.

That bitch is a psychopath,
in the scientific sense of the word.

She's incapable of feeling empathy
or affection for anyone.

She only cares about business.

And revenge is part of the business.

Enough with this nonsense,
we know she'll screw us.

The question is: what can we do?

What do we do?
What the hell do we do?

Get the most dangerous gang
in the prison.

The biggest.

We have to stand up to her
and bring her down.

How are we gonna do that?

The same way she does:

by buying gang members.

With her money.

We just need to get her money,
and she'll be helpless.

-That's madness.
-Why?

For Christ's sake, Sole.

Do you want us to be her slaves
for the next 15 years?

No. Anabel wouldn't want me as a slave.

-She says I'm too messy.
-Listen to me.

How will you get her money?
You don't know where she keeps it.

I think the carrier pigeons
are moving it for her.

Shut your face, you fucking junkie!

She gives it to that guy
who fucks her on Thursdays.

-There's no other explanation!
-I don't think it's in the cell. No way.

Do you think she gives it
to the guy she pays to fuck her?

No, she doesn't even trust her mother.

I'm sure the money is in here.

Yeah? Come on.

Start looking, come on.

There's only 80,000 feet
of reinforced concrete

to dig and find your treasure.
Come on!

Listen closely, wake the fuck up.

You've pissed her off enough
over the drugs.

Now you want to get hold of her money?

What do you think
she'll do if you steal her money?

Sit in her cell crying?

Anabel is evil.

And it'll be worse.

So what do we do?
Do we let her kill us?

Oh, Macarena!

My lovely Macarena!

I could eat you up.

-What do you want?
-What do I want?

What do I want? I want you.

I should worship you at the altar
of the sisterhood of lesbians.

-Thank you.
-What for?

You dumped Curly, haven't you?

So that makes us sisters.

Macarena and I are sisters now!

If anyone messes with her,
they're messing with me.

Attention, Macarena Ferreiro.

-Go to the visiting room.
-Fuck.

I repeat, Macarena Ferreiro
to the visiting room.

See that?

What's up with you?

-Are you sure you don't need anything?
-No, thank you.

Inspector, they're the girl's parents.

Cruz del Sur's Warden is away,

so I've asked the Inspector

to authorize your visit with Zulema Zahir.

You need to know
that she's a very dangerous prisoner.

-Why do you want to see her?
-She told me on the phone that...

the woman told her where my daughter
was before she died.

And that you don't want
to negotiate with her.

Is that true?

There's a procedure
for negotiating with a prisoner.

A procedure?
And how long does that take?

How long?

Because according
to the police medical advisors

my daughter
may have been dead for two days.

So if that prisoner knows something,
you won't dare to stop me from asking her.

We'll do it.

But we'll do it my way.

The conversation will be in the yard,
in the open air, under surveillance.

Zulema has made it clear
that if any officer comes near,

she won't say anything about the girl.

Very well, in that case
her hands and feet will be tied,

and she'll be in the cage.

-How was your trip?
-Very good.

If not for you,
I'd never have gone to Morocco.

-You prefer La Manga.
-Sort of.

And the money? Do you have it?

Yes, I do.

OK.

Now find Fabio and give it to him.

-But don't call him.
-All right.

There's a mad woman after me.

She mutilates people, beats them.

I testified against her,
and now she's after me.

I need to get out of here
as soon as possible.

If Dad were here he'd be
making a plan to get you out.

I can't stop thinking about him,

and Mom.

From the minute I wake up.

I haven't felt the grief
I expected to feel.

It's so strange.

Days go by and I remember it all...

like a dream.

As if it were a movie.

I don't know whether...

prison dulls your feelings.

I've done things...

I've done things that...

I think I'm turning into an animal.

-No.
-Yes.

Like the women I was afraid of
when I came in here.

I suppose that when I go to the cemetery
to say goodbye,

then it'll hit me
like a punch in the face,

and I'll crumble.

But right now, I can't.

-I can't.
-I know.

I'm proud of you, sis.

-No.
-Yes.

Because of your strength.

Because of our strength.

Listen to me.

When you get out of here,
you're going to the Caribbean,

and you're going to forget all this.

-I mean it.
-Yes.

-And I hope you'll take me with you.
-Of course.

All right.

-We'll start over again.
-The two of us.

-And Fabio.
-Yes, of course.

And Fabio.

I won't forget that.

Come here.

Hey, the hand.

-What happened to you?
-Nothing.

-What the hell happened, Roman?
-It's nothing, Maca. Ok?

Roman.

Zulema's money, as usual,
came with a trick.

It was hidden behind a bear trap,
and I put my hand inside.

Fuck.

I was trapped for 13 hours.

At first I thought
I couldn't bear the pain,

but gradually you get used to it.

I suppose that's what happens...

when the nerve ends
are completely severed.

I was bleeding for at least
two hours and then it stopped.

Then,

it started to turn purple.

I was about to cut off my own hand.

Come here.

Come closer.

Come on.

Grab the screwdriver from the floor
and stand on a chair.

But they finally got me out of there.

I spent three days
in a hospital in Asilah.

I don't know if I'll be able
to move my hand again,

but I have the money, Maca.

-Roman.
-Maca. I have the money.

-I'm sorry.
-It's going to be OK.

Look at me.

If you mess with a Ferreiro,

you mess with all of them.

If you mess with a Ferreiro,
you mess with all of them.

-The parents are coming out.
-Units One and Two on the yard.

Watch every movement Zulema Zahir makes.

The parents are outside.
I repeat, the parents are outside.

Back up Unit Three,
position yourself south.

Unit Three in position.

My condolences
for what you're going through.

I'm sorry I can't shake your hands,
I'm not allowed to approach you.

It's a pleasure to meet you nonetheless.

I'll ask you a favor:
take off your clothes.

I know the police put mics on you,

but to protect your daughter and I,

our conversation must not be recorded.

-Fuck.
-Zulema's making them strip off.

-Watch for any suspicious movements.
-Roger.

Keep a visual on the target.
I repeat, keep a visual on Zulema.

Take off the mic.

Take everything off,
including underwear, please.

And move it 30 yards away.

-It's OK, I've got her.
-Awaiting orders.

-What are they doing?
-They're moving the clothes and mics.

Awaiting orders.

What a bitch!

When you speak,
put your hands over your mouths.

Christ almighty!
She's smarter than us.

How much can you give me
for your daughter's freedom?

An amount that seems fair,
that won't ruin you.

I trust you.

-I don't know...
-The hand.

Sorry.

-But we'd need a bit of time.
-Half a million's OK.

I promise you, I'll do what I can
to get your daughter back.

I know this situation is very complicated,

but I'll tell you one thing...

-Careful.
-The mother's approaching Zulema.

-Awaiting orders.
-She's crying.

-What did she say to them?
-Get them out of there.

Get the parents out of there.

-I'm on my way.
-Get them out now.

They're about to get the parents out.

When your daughter is safe, I'll call you.

-You'll keep your side of the deal?
-Of course.

You have my word.

It must be hidden somewhere.

Cut it open and look inside.

-Open it.
-Nothing.

I've seen her getting money out,

and I've seen her putting it in her bra.

The question is:
what does she do with it?

It must be somewhere clever,
some place that no one else can get to.

Maybe she uses her pussy as a piggy bank.

Go smoke a joint and sleep it off.
She gets on my fucking nerves!

Maybe she gives it
to an officer for safekeeping.

Valbuena, maybe.

She's coming out of solitary today.

You're coming out of solitary.

No, that's impossible.
Anabel wouldn't trust anyone.

Much less an officer
who can spend the money outside

while she's rotting in here.

No, let's think.

-What's a typical day for Anabel?
-The same as the rest of us.

Eating, shitting, peeing.
There's not much choice in here.

She goes to the dining hall,
but not the kitchen or the gym.

They turned the laundry
inside out after the escape.

Fuck, let's think.

Maca, there's nothing in her clothes.

It has to be somewhere
she can access easily,

that the rest of us can't find.

-Fuck! What else does she do?
-She does nothing at all!

She spends all day in here
reading magazines.

That's all she does. That's all.

She has no friends, and no vices.

She just orders books from the library,

then sits here all day...

reading magazines.

Damn.

Get out of here.

What's the matter? What's up?

Come on!

-What the fuck!
-I'm sorry.

Haven't you heard of knocking? Fuck.

Look, it's the most sought after
brunette in the kingdom.

Do you like my drugs?

-You sold them at a good price?
-Yes.

It was outstanding...

Afghan heroin.

Yes, it was.

Shut the door now, I'm trying to pee.
Come on!

-See you later?
-Yes, just shut the fucking door,

I'm peeing!

Fucking pain in the ass!

We don't know what's going on.

We've spoken with the judge.

In less than 24 hours,
your sentence will be revoked,

and the parole judge
will promote you to third grade,

-and you'll get your freedom.
-A wise man.

We'll have the Civil Guard with us,
so be very careful.

They know the territory very well.

Now keep your side of the pact
and take us to Amaia.

I'm a woman of my word.

Anabel...

orders books from the library.

That's true,
but then she doesn't read them.

Why does she order books...

if she spends all day reading magazines?

I know what she's doing.

Help!

Help!

Help me!

Get out of here!

-What happened?
-Curly!

-Who did this?
-Curly!

It's OK.

Fuck!

What have they done to you?

You were right.
They broke my ankles.

Anabel!

I'm going to kill you,
you fucking bitch!

You'd better hide,
because I'm going to destroy you!

Fucking bitch!

What the hell happened?
What is it? Dear God!

ADVENTURE
TREASURE ISLAND

PSYCHOLOGY
GOOD MANNERS

Put that money back.

It's not yours.

It isn't yours either.

You hide money for a dealer.

For a pimp,

a thug.

You're her treasurer,

her accomplice.

I'm not hurting anyone.

I just collect the money
she leaves in the books I lend her,

and then I keep it here.

I'm Switzerland.

Switzerland isn't responsible

for the Jews who were burnt
in the concentration camps.

Switzerland holds the money of thieves,

and that allows them to go on stealing,

killing and fucking people over.

This is prison.

In here, we survive as best we can.

Even in Switzerland,

armored boxes can be stolen.

Maca.

If you take that money, they'll kill me.

I'm sorry, Sole.

I'm doing the same as you.

I'm surviving.

-We're following the M-538 route.
-Roger.

Which way?

It's straight ahead.

Airborne Unit.
No towns visible for more than 12 miles.

I like this.
We're like Bonnie and Clyde.

I'm Bonnie.

Well, sort of...

and you're Clyde, only lame and bald.

We make a nice couple.
We should run away, don't you think?

Which way now?

Take a right,

towards the setting sun.

You're turning onto a dirt track.

Repeat, you're turning onto a dirt track.
You're not heading for Soria.

The track leads to a wasteland.
There's nothing else.

-Where the hell are you going?
-Awaiting orders.

It's not so hard to change sides,
is it, Inspector?

We all do it from time to time.

Depending on what's at stake.

The line gets blurred,

and you get confused
about what's right and wrong.

We're going straight ahead,

there are no adjacent roads
or forks in the road.

-Roger.
-Don't you agree, Inspector?

I bet you've been bad sometimes.

It's only human to make a mistake

and start over.

I know all about that.

Here we are, stop there.

Coming to a halt.
All Units on standby, coming to a halt.

It looks like...

you have a nice little gang here.

You and your gang
make quite a pretty picture,

don't you?

You wanted war,

war is what you'll get.

Do we still make a pretty picture?

Wow.

I see you've made some new friends
while I've been away.

No.

I bought them, just like you do.

And I bought them with your money.

Almost 46,000 euros.

Not bad!

You're gonna have to find
another hiding place now, honey.

You fucking bitch!

Let go of me!

You bitch!

You have nothing now.

You have no money.

Oh, yes, you have something,

you have lots of debts to pay.

And in here,

you have lots of enemies
and plenty of people who hate you.

But I can help you...

if you're my slave.

Stop!

OK, show's over! Move along!

Get out of here!

-Zulema's getting out of the car.
-Where the hell are we?

All units, take your positions
and await orders.

-Roger.
-Roger.

Prepare the Medical Team,

we don't know what condition
Amaia will be found in.

Roger. Medical Team ready.

Airborne Search and Rescue,
we're combing the area.

Copy. Look for any small shelter
or building,

anything that could be a hiding place.

-Roger.
-They're approaching the benches.

-It's here.
-What the fuck? There's nothing here.

Here?

I can't see any shepherd's hut.

But look at that sunset.

It's magnificent.

What the hell's going on here, Zulema?

I used to come here
with Hanbal to watch the sunset.

I wanted to see it one last time.

Sit down, please.

Police Units...

Castillo's walkie-talkie is off.
What the hell are they doing?

Give them time. Don't intervene.

Hold your positions. Don't intervene.

They say you reach
a point when you realize...

that all the good things in your life
are behind you.

What little good is left for me,
I'll owe it to you.

So speak to the judge.

And stop trying to trick me.

I know you're an intelligent man.

Think about it.

If you do nothing,
I'll be in the same place I am now.

But you'll lose out,
the girl's parents will lose out,

the poor girl will lose out.
Everyone will lose out, except me.

Come back with a written pardon
signed by the judge.

And a pair of new shoes for me.

And then I'll tell you where the girl is.

What the hell is the Inspector doing?

-I don't know, he's sitting there.
-Airborne Unit combing the area.

There's no sign of any huts or shelters.
There's nothing.

Precisely, Your Honor, we'd have
to speak with the Prosecutor.

We have enough proof that Zulema Zahir
was not the ringleader of the escape.

That's right.

We also have new information
about Hanbal Hamadi, the Egyptian.

It's true that under those conditions,

her lawyer could put in a request
for her to be put...

on a semi-open regime.

That's right.

Very well.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Put that down, you won't need it now.

What the hell is this?

Do I have to wash
your dirty underwear, too?

It's the money that Zulema hid in Morocco.

You'll be able to clean up your record
with this.

Subtitle translation by Claudio González

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