All language subtitles for Locked.Up.S02E17.WEBRip.Netflix

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No, you've already had plenty of time.

You could have waited more, Chief.

My man deserves ten more minutes.

No, there's no need to dress.

Get up.

Macarena wants to see you.

How was your visit? Did you have fun?

Honestly, I did. Thanks for asking.

One orgasm can make up
for a whole week of shit.

We're going to frisk you.
Up against the wall.

You already owe me 46,000 euros.

I suggest you stop this nonsense.

Sooner or later, the balance will shift,
and you'll have to pay.

I'm not going to let you grow.

You're not going to bring in goods,
so that over time,

you become
the prison's Pablo Escobar again.

I don't have anything.
They frisked me on my way out.

Yes, but I'm not that trusting.

You can close your fist.
Don't worry about hurting me.

She's clean.

I told you I was.

Do you really think I'm that stupid?

Down on your knees.

We'll see if that's true,
if you're so clean.

Open your mouth, bitch.

Open it.

The fairytale's new evil stepmother.

No, thanks. I don't want to be you.

I understand.
I don't want to be me either.

Open up!

But people change, Maca.

Look at yourself. You little bitch.

Open your mouth, slut.

Forcing a funnel down her throat,
Joe Pesci's style.

And I'm on the verge of being
the model prisoner. No way.

In a few hours,
Castillo will be here with the judge...

to look over my case,

in return for my information
about where the girl is.

And tomorrow...

Tomorrow, I'll be out.

Free.

About to start a new life.

Pissed off about it?

Given all my pending lawsuits
because of you...

I am pissed off.

But not as much as you'd like.

Drop the grudge.

An army of orangutans
won't get you out of here.

What will you do once you're out?

Serve drinks?

Fold shirts?

I'd love to see you in a job interview
to earn 800 euros a month.

My brother has your money.

He got it.

Roman, my fucking hero.

He's my fucking hero.

Silly me, I wasted the visit
I had with him.

Don't you worry about the money.

I don't give a shit
about the three million.

That's from another life.

I have much more humble plans now.
And so should you.

She had 12 balls of heroin in her stomach.

Flush them down the toilet.

Listen.

And remember one thing.

I stole the money.

Any retaliation against Sole
will hit you a thousand times harder.

-Got it?
-Yes.

Break her ankles.

Like she did to Curly.

No, wait, please!

Give me another chance, Maca.

To show you that I can be your friend.

A...

good friend.

One chance.

Just one chance.

LOCKED UP

-How are you?
-Good, really good.

This is inhuman.

Talking with a glass between us,
like chimpanzees at the zoo.

Because we're not related,

they only give us
one conjugal visit a month.

Look on the bright side,

with this tight security, you don't need
to worry about infidelities.

Now, you hear all sorts of things.

There must be a lot going on
inside the cells at night...

You have no idea.

They broke Curly's ankles
and she's sleeping in the infirmary,

and I have to sleep with crazy Anabel,

who just had 46,000 euros stolen from her,
which I was hiding.

Who knows
what will happen between us tonight.

But no loving, that's for sure.

You can't stay in there.

-I spoke to a criminal lawyer.
-A lawyer?

-What for?
-To appeal your case.

He says we can request
a review of your sentence.

Fernando, I'll recite paragraph four
of my sentence to you.

"Soledad Nuñez Hurtado
is convicted of intentional homicide,

having poured gasoline over
her husband and burning him alive,

after finding him in bed
with another woman."

I don't want it revised.

Or compassion.

If you want some excitement in life,
buy some fortune cookies.

But don't even think about stirring up
my case or giving me false hope.

Sole, wait.

-Where are you going?
-Four-two.

Sole!

Navicular and cuboid bones broken,
ankle bone fractured.

Cuneiforms also broken.

The good thing is
ligaments and tendons are undamaged.

It'll take about two months
for your ankles to bear your weight again.

Damn.

Then we'll start rehabilitation,
ultrasound therapy...

You'll have to use a wheelchair,

and obviously,
you'll sleep here in the infirmary.

Excuse me.

If it's any consolation,
some years back, I had a similar injury.

In my case, while playing football.

-I don't think that's your case.
-No, I fell in the bathroom.

Kabila, I don't want to hear
any more nonsense.

Who did this?

-Was it Anabel?
-It's the bathroom floor.

When they mop it,
it's like a skating rink.

Why won't you cooperate?
We've gone over the CCTV

and we saw Anabel coming out
seconds before you,

then all her minions, and no one was left.

I'm not a fucking snitch!

I won't say anything
or point the finger at anyone.

-Things don't work like that here.
-How do they work?

I know. An eye for an eye,
an ankle for an ankle.

This is the law of retaliation.

Don't you see that this violence
doesn't help anyone?

However, we want to help you.

Really? You want to help me?

Fine. Get me out of here so I can study.

Tomorrow there's an exam
for the high school diploma,

and I need to pass it
to get release privileges.

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MADRID COMMUNITY

DEAD CLIENTS

Afternoon, Captain.

I've been calling you all day.

Could you tell me
why you haven't answered?

Sorry, it's off. I need to concentrate.

The Government Delegation called me,

and the Head of Security.

Amaia's kidnap has come to public notice.

-They are very nervous.
-What exactly has emerged?

Some details, such as the death
of the kidnappers we had imprisoned.

Cut to the chase. Why are you here?

To discharge you from the case.

The Provincial Brigade
of the Judicial Police called me, too.

They're investigating you.

I'm glad 'cause you'll be able
to replay me

morning, noon and night.

You can fuck right off!
You're scum. You have no respect

for the feelings and dignity of others!

Son of a bitch! Bastard...

I don't know if that girl's dead or alive.
But I'll find her, today or tomorrow.

And if she's dead,
you'll need a scapegoat.

So fire me then, if you do it now,
it'll be you resigning.

We're seeing the judge in 30 minutes.

He won't negotiate with Zulema.

No judge will believe she's cooperating,
or that she's doing it in good faith.

He will.

I'm going to back Zulema's statement

with irrefutable proof
that she's cooperating.

She handed in the money that the Egyptian
took from the Ferreiros.

Did she?

Hell, no. I found it in Morocco.

Are you sure Zulema knows where Amaia is?

Yes.

And we're going to let
that murderer roam free?

Would you prefer to punish that scumbag
and let a teenager,

who is the same age
as your daughter Tatiana, die?

Do it.

-How gross.
-Don't say that.

The food is disgusting.

And the tomato is so soft...

I need to talk to you. It's important.

Complain about the food.

That's fine, because the food is shit.

Louder.

Seriously, this fucking bread
is as hard as a stone.

The bread is fucking frozen!

What is it, Ferreiro?

I've had it with eating frozen bread

and expired yogurts, that's what's wrong.

This yogurt expires today,
so technically, it's fine.

Eat it.

Yeah?

Why don't you eat it?

Ferreiro, that's another warning.

Because I don't want to eat this shit?

-Another one!
-Shut up, for fuck's sake!

-Silence!
-We're fed up!

Sit down, be quiet!

Ferreiro, you're heading to solitary,
turn around.

For telling the truth? The food is shit!

I said complain about the food,
not start a riot.

I kind of overdid myself, right?

Brawl in the cafeteria, I need backup.

All right!

Sit the fuck down!

Sit down right now!

You did the right thing
not reporting Anabel.

I'll get her today...

-No. No.
-And I'll break her...

I don't want revenge,
I just want us out of here.

I will, if I graduate,
and you will, if you behave.

Promise me you won't mess everything up,
and that we'll get out of here together.

Promise me, Gypsy.

The two of us...? Together?

Yes.

-Together, together?
-Yes, together.

They'll have me running
Sunday school then!

If that's so, they'll send me
to the Vatican and sanctify me,

and I'll eat whatever it is
that Adela spits into the soup.

I'd die for you, my love.

I would.

Tomorrow you have to go to court
for the hearing on Karim's death.

I know.

But I don't know if I can, I'll be locked
in here 'cause I've been a bad girl.

Don't laugh,
the security cameras are recording.

Get in.

What's so important
that you have to tell me?

Your brother gave me
the three million euros.

Really?

That's great news.

Fabio, we need to celebrate that!

I think our first fuck
is going to be in solitary.

What's wrong?

I gave it to Inspector Castillo.

What?

I won't help you break out, Macarena.

I have to take you to the library.
To study for tomorrow's exam.

-OK.
-Vargas.

Bring Kabila some socks from her cell.

Of course, sir, Head of Security.

Right now. Whatever you want,
I'm here to serve you.

I'll get them now.

Carrying you to the chair
would be the easiest.

-If you don't mind.
-OK.

Good.

Careful.

Sorry.

Is that all right? OK.

What's wrong with you?

Are you waiting for violins to play?
Come on.

I came in here knowing I was guilty.
22 years, no more nor less.

The only way I've kept my spirits up

is by not wasting my time
thinking I'll get out early,

that doesn't happen.

No white knight is coming to get me,

no helicopter.

Well, the helicopter,
that did happen to me.

Twenty-two years.

I'm not going to let
anyone build my hopes up,

or get the idea into my head
that I'll be leaving early,

because you can't, that's a lie.

Look at the weather, all cloudy.

Zulema Zahir, sentenced to 11 years
for kidnapping, extortion,

possession of weapons and robbery.

Pending judgment for attempted escape

and involvement in the death
of Maria Prieto, AKA Casper.

Your Honor, in the case of Maria Prieto,

Forensics could not determine
the cause of suicide.

The victim fell in the shower,

the water wiped any trace
of gunpowder from her hands.

There are two witnesses
confirming the suicide theory,

and a psychiatric report that confirms
Prieto was emotionally unstable.

And the escape?

The accused claims she was kidnapped
and forced to escape.

Is that what she says, or are you sure?

Another inmate was also kidnapped,
so it would not surprise me--

Your testimony indicates
that you're defending Zulema Zahir

as innocent of the charges made.

Yes, Your Honor.

Besides there's no conclusive proof.

And in your brief, you suggest
holding a negotiation with the accused,

to request her cooperation
in the case of Amaia Jimenez.

Your Honor, my client, Zulema Zahir,

has information
about the location of Amaia Jimenez,

and she is willing to cooperate.

In exchange, she requests
the dismissal of the pending cases,

given the lack of proof, and that she's
granted privileges for health reasons.

-What is she afflicted by?
-Level three depression and chronic pain,

due to second-degree burns
on her abdomen.

These are the reports.

Let me remind you that the girl
has been missing for 19 days.

Bastard!

-Son of a bitch!
-Listen!

Bastard!

Macarena, I told you about the escape,

because I saw you were struggling,
without any hope,

you desperately needed
a plan to hold on to.

You screw me!

I didn't. When I told you,
I really considered it.

It's absurd, think about it.

What were we going to do?
Get a car and run?

Where to, when we can't stay put
for two consecutive days?

We can't leave the country
without being deported.

I don't care!

I don't care!

Macarena, what I'm offering you
is a viable plan.

Don't tell me
about your fucking viable plan!

My brother almost lost a hand
because of you!

I'm really sorry.

But returning that money
was vital to get Castillo on our side.

Castillo is going to say it's thanks
to you that he caught Zulema,

and got the stolen money back.

And tomorrow, in the preliminary
hearing for Karim's murder,

we're going to say
you shot in self-defense.

Fuck... any psychologist will agree
you were experiencing traumatic stress.

Any jury will show compassion.

The only way to start from scratch is...

to put up with three years here,
three and a half,

to later enjoy the rest of your life,
with no fear, in freedom.

I know you hate me right now
and want to kill me.

But think about it.

I'm doing it for you.

Well, no.

For both of us.

Mrs. Zahir, since you're asking,

why have you requested privileges
instead of a pardon?

Firstly, thank you for looking at my case.

I'm not asking for a pardon
because it would be impossible.

And I don't deserve it.

I did terrible things in the past,

which I regret.

I will never repeat them.

I have changed...

but prison is a bad place to be good.

That's why I need the privileges.

Your Honor,
I assure you I'm acting in good faith.

As a gesture of good will
and cooperation...

Ms Zahir and another inmate
have informed the police

of the whereabouts
of a sum of stolen money,

which we have spent years looking for.

Yes, I already said
I want to rejoin society.

Why is it you still haven't informed
the inspector of Amaia's location,

knowing her life is in danger?

I don't want that girl to die, Your Honor.

As soon as you sign my request,
I won't hesitate to tell you.

If you were acting in good faith,
the life of that poor girl

would be more important than yours.

All I see here is an attempt
to blackmail the justice system.

I won't consent to it.

I'm prepared to accept the risk...

of releasing a person
based on their record...

but I won't be subjected to blackmail.

I will not dismiss any of the cases,
nor grant any privilege,

until I receive your confession
regarding the location of the girl.

And I suggest you hurry,
time's running out

for Amaia...

and for you.

This unit is not suitable
for disabled people.

There are no ramps,
bathrooms haven't been adapted.

What? Disabled people don't rob banks?

Or are there prisons just for them?

What I'm trying to say is...

if you need me to lift you into bed
or go to the bathroom,

or push you around outside,
just tell me, OK?

OK. You'll soap my back
when I need a shower?

It wouldn't be the first time.

Look, why haven't you told
the warden who broke your ankles?

Why are dinosaurs extinct?
Why did the Backstreet Boys split up?

Questions with no answer.

I get that you don't want to say anything
to Miranda to avoid retaliation.

I do.

But you can tell me.

Was it Anabel?

It was Anabel.

What are you gonna do now?

-Avenge me?
-Protect you.

I don't want you getting hurt.

Valbuena, boss.

The socks, sir.

Put them on.
Take her to the library, OK?

-May I?
-Yes, come in.

I'm here as a patient. After what's
happened these last few weeks,

my defenses are way down.

Give me antibiotics or something.

-May I examine you?
-Yes, of course.

Go over there.
I'll just get the stethoscope.

You didn't need to take off your clothes.

-I'll check your lungs.
-OK.

Good.

Let's see.

Breathe in through your mouth
and breathe out.

Again.

Your lungs are a bit blocked.

I've spent the whole week
thinking about what you told me,

about the girls' calendar.

What did I say?

Something about me being a prude or...

That I was awkward
about naked bodies and...

I don't know, like I'm going
through life with the emergency brake on,

that's how I understood it.

Yes.

Do you really think that?

Yes.

I got the impression that it was you...

who was shocked to see me
in my underwear.

Seriously?

Shocked?

Well... a little.

It shocks me.

Seeing such a woman...

in her underwear...
Of course it shocks me, it shakes me.

I think I was honest with you
a while back.

I told you.

I don't know why.

But...

when I'm with you,
I feel like the weaker sex.

And you...

you're an impossible dream.

Open your mouth.

Warden, the investors just called,
they're coming tomorrow. It's urgent.

Good.

The rocks that make up
the topography of Spain are...

The rocks in my cousin's kidney!

You should've heard the guy scream
every time he pissed!

Will you keep quiet?
Can't you see Curly wants to study?

-So study.
-Let her!

This'll open a lot of doors for her.

Now, my dear Teresa,
what opens more doors?

Studying or giving head?

I've done both...
but giving head, definitely.

Will you knock it off?
My exam is tomorrow. Damn!

-Shit, is it tomorrow, Curly?
-Yes, it is.

Come on, in one night,
you can't learn everything

you didn't pick up the rest of the year.

It's not learning, it's revising.

It's an exam on general culture,
which I know.

Want me to get you a pill

so you'll spend the night awake,
studying like an owl?

-You got any cash?
-Drop it,

she wants to study,
not be a junkie like you.

I'm sick of you. Let's get out.

Move, I don't know
how you got through preschool.

Oh, yeah.

-Fuck, she's gone.
-So annoying.

-She was a pain.
-Come on, I'll help you revise.

OK, this is the exam from last year.

-OK.
-Come on, go.

What is synonymy?

Synonymy is... that thing with synonyms.

It's the science of studying synonyms.

Rocks that make up
the topography of Spain.

I know that one.

That's...

Siliceous rock.

Limestone.

Volcanic. And one more.

Siliceous... No, don't tell me.

Siliceous, limestone, volcanic...

Fuck.

-Next.
-OK.

-Capital of Switzerland.
-Bern.

-Yes.
-Yes!

What's an algorithm?

Algorithm.

Algorithm.

Algorithm.

Something with rhythm?

An African dance.

No. An instrument.

Is it one word or two?

-No, you can't look.
-Let me.

-You can't look.
-Why not?

-What are you doing?
-Every question you get wrong,

you pay a forfeit.

-Come on.
-Come on.

Who was Unamuno?

Unamuno?

A photographer.

No.

-No?
-No.

Oh, what a shame.

Come on, more.

What is E=mc with a little 2 above?

-Uh? What?
-This.

I don't know, honestly.

Curly, I don't know
if you have no fucking clue

about the questions,
or if you want me for something else.

I really feel like putting
your socks on properly...

Yes, come on...

Put my socks on properly, please.

-I'll fix them for you.
-Come on.

Wait... OK.

Are you asleep, darling?

-What's wrong, sweetie?
-My stomach aches.

Oh.

Maybe if I give you a kiss,
it'll get better.

Let's see.

-Mom, I don't want to go to school.
-Why not, darling?

Some girls don't let me jump rope
and they push me.

Well...

there's always one day that feels
like it's the end of the world.

But then summer arrives,
the school year is over,

and you totally forget that day, you know?

You know what you have to do
to make it go faster?

You have to go to school
and go out in the yard...

and be brave, sweetie.

Go and jump rope with them.

You can't give up, OK?

Come here.

That's it.

I told them you were indisposed
so they let me return.

Why did you run away?

That's the last time you talk to me
about reviews and lawyers.

-Is that clear?
-Ok.

All forgotten.

I'll explain what awaits us.

Eleven years of seeing each other
once a week.

And most of the time,
separated by this window.

And sex?

Don't even think about it.

With just one conjugal visit a month,

we don't reach half the average
for the Durex survey.

I think you should think about it.

There's an easier way.

Really? What are you going to do?
Abduct me?

Get a sex change
and come spend the sentence with me.

I'd have to turn lesbian,

once they cut you down there,
there's no going back.

Four-two.

Coffee?

Two sugars, right?

I don't know what to tell the investors.

My achievements in recent weeks
while running this place

are an inmates' riot, murders, suicides,

broken ankles...

They'll fire me.

Firstly...

I think your management is excellent,

bearing in mind the budgets
and resources you're given.

When are you going to stop
beating yourself up?

Seriously, face them. Be brave.

Don't let them knock you.

And secondly,
if you don't mind me saying...

do you have any idea...

of how beautiful you are in that dress?

I like it when you say that.

Why do you stop there?

Because I'm sure it would end badly.

You see me in my white coat,
impeccable, pure...

with my stethoscope dangling, thinking...

he's a trustworthy guy, a professional.

I'm shady.

In my relationships...

I don't ask for walks in the park
or candlelit dinners.

I want fantasy.

Sex, strength.

So?

Do you think I'm a nun?

No.

But I'm not sure you'd like
the same games I do.

That's why it wouldn't work.

Try me.

Take off your panties
and put them on the table.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Morning.

I intended that you'd go to court
with another guard,

so I could make my own statement,
but I couldn't.

I'm fine.

Though I'll be honest,

it wasn't very elegant of you
to leave me in solitary,

after telling me you'd lied to me.

But...

But you're right.

Although...

with all the damp and despair...

I started feeling sick.

I won't forgive you for that.

I'll give you a home-made remedy later.

But we have to go to court.

I was forced to take drastic measures.

I banned free movement,
established rigid control

with guards and punishment.

I treated them like scum.

And, gentlemen, the results are appalling.

More suicides, more beatings...

more violence.

So from now on, I'll proceed
in the way I deem appropriate,

based more on reintegration,
and less on punishment.

And if you don't agree
with my management...

then just fire me.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Forgive her...

She didn't understand what you wanted,
and won't be able to.

Here you don't need a heavy hand,
you need an iron fist.

And no hesitation.

She's a housewife.

Castillo, the IA staff will have to wait
to put someone else in your seat.

Zulema missed her chance.

We'll talk later.

NEWS

This is the latest news here.

Amaia Jimenez has been freed.
The teen, kidnapped 19 days ago,

has been found alive in a rural area

between the cities of Avila and Madrid.

How is the girl?

Her parents left their home 45 minutes ago

and headed to the local hospital,

where it seems the girl has been
hospitalized in critical condition.

She was freed this morning

by special troops from the Civil Guard,
based on police inquiries,

and information provided by a bus driver.

Sadness causes me pain.

Physically.

When you go out and feel the wind,
you see yourself free,

and suddenly your cards flip and you lose.

Sadness hurts, melancholy hurts.

Fucking life hurts.

I played my hand...

at poker... I lost.

Now here I am.

My God!

Eating poker chips
as if they were LSD tabs.

Enough!

Five, ten, 15, 20,
up the butt, no harm done!

It can't be!

Starting from scratch all over again
was just unbearable.

Your lawyer is waiting.

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