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-Do you want to know the sex?
-I'd say it's a boy.

You're right, it's a boy.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

-Did Anabel see it?
-Yes.

If you don't respect my property,
I won't respect yours.

Casper. It's okay.

The head of the clan wants us out
in two weeks.

There's only one way to fix it.

-How, Dad?
-You marry his son, now.

Yolanda pulled off a spectacular robbery.

Shit!

When we caught her,
there was no trace of the money.

Yolanda switched the SIM card
when she realized.

The card she kept must show
where the money's hidden.

I found the SIM card.
There are some photos of a road.

-Hi, darling.
-We have a problem.

Why would I betray my friend Maca?

You'd be on day release within a month.

Lin Chun, hit record.

I might have found something,
but I didn't know what it was. A SIM card.

She's acknowledged
she has Yolanda's SIM card.

Call Judge Andrade.
We're going to get her.

There's a camper behind us
that's been tailing us for 20 minutes.

What was on the SIM card?
I can't hear you.

Photographs. They were photos
of the same place. Of a rock.

You! Stand up!

Ferreiro!

Where's the money?

I swear I'll shoot.

I want you to give a message to Zulema.

Tahiri nafsek.

Tahiri nafsek.

-Where did you see him, bitch?
-I have nothing else to tell you.

Look at me. If you're lying to me...

I'll cut you open, take your baby,
and flush it away.

The Egyptian broke into our house.

The map, the photos.
That bastard knows everything.

No! This can't be happening!

I don't want a friend who records me,
and sells me out to the police.

What would you have done?
Of course you'd do it.

You're no better than any bitch in here.

I've been thinking
about our chat in the laundry room.

Think about this. I can be like you.

Like me? No.

I've never had anything to lose.

If anything happens to this child,
I swear...

I swear to God, you'll never leave prison.

Sorry for startling you.

Zulema sent me, as a show of friendship,
to serve you for the week.

For anything you need.

You must be joking.

She threatened me yesterday, and now...
I don't follow.

She sent me to make peace with you.

I can brush your hair, give you cream,
have sex.

-I can also give massages.
-Stop.

I don't need anyone for any of that.
I'm fine by myself.

It's not you, honestly.
I just like to have my own space.

That's all I need.

Tell Zulema thank you,
that I appreciate the gesture.

But I don't need...

a companion, a servant
or whatever you're meant to be, okay?

If I tell Zulema you won't accept me,
she'll tear me to pieces. Please.

It's just one week.
I promise you won't even know I'm there.

I won't make any noise or talk. Please.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Please sit down.

Firstly, some good news.

This month's wages will include
what is owed from Christmas.

Good. About time.

On to other matters.

As you know, today, we have a wedding.

Inmate Saray Vargas is getting married.

The ceremony will be held in the chapel.

Five family members, two witnesses,
a priest and myself will be attending.

This is a fantastic opportunity
to go public with it.

Imagine the headline:

"Cruz del Sur supports groups
at risk of social exclusion."

Sandoval's right.
A bit of good publicity couldn't hurt.

-We've had a bad run recently.
-That's just great.

Can we cover up the forest shooting,
the dead Chinese guy,

Yolanda's murder,

or that of our colleague Paloma
with a Gypsy wedding?

To finish up...

another tricky subject.

-How are you, Tere?
-Fine.

Tere, how old are you?

Have you had breakfast?

Sandoval, how long
was Tere being treated with methadone?

Two months.

Well, that's two months wasted.

Someone has sold her heroin.
We all know who.

-Inmate Anabel Vila Roig.
-It's no use saying it was Anabel.

She doesn't do drugs. It was someone else.

I want her watched more closely.

Her friends and cellmates, too.
I want to know how she gets the drugs.

Valbuena, be meticulous during frisking,
raids and at entrance control points.

We're going to redo tests
on all suspected drug users.

Palacios, I want you to read each letter
inmates receive.

-With Fabio.
-What? Excuse me? You're joking, right?

Do I look like I'm joking? No.
This is a priority.

This prison will not become
another drug supermarket.

Exactly, Miranda. Exactly.

I should be out there
with my colleagues, on alert,

instead of sitting here
sifting through letters.

Remember, you're not in Homicide anymore.

If you can't accept my decisions...

find work elsewhere.

Let's get to work.

Palacios, a word.

I need a witness.

-We're going to do another drug search.
-Of course.

Of the employee lockers.

Now.

When I married,
I didn't even know what dicks were for.

I was a kid.

If I was forced into marriage today,
I'd run like there's no tomorrow.

Tradition says
you have to wear something blue,

something borrowed and something used.

Her pussy is used.

You stretched it yourself,
and left it looking all chocolaty.

-Antonia!
-You're so foulmouthed.

Listen, don't even think about
asking Anabel for something borrowed.

Don't do that.

So, do I look pretty?

-You look beautiful.
-Don't touch it.

This Gypsy would look beautiful
even riding a donkey.

-Sister.
-What?

Do you want to be my witness?

What, wearing yellow?

-Yellow brings bad luck.
-Who cares?

Girls, we're done here.

Don't you dare say anything to me.

If you're here to argue,
you can go fuck yourself.

What?

You look beautiful.

-Fabio Martínez.
-Go ahead.

Miranda, this is crazy.

Stop wasting time checking their things.
Come on.

They'll resent you for it.

I know. Go on.

I'm paid to run this prison.

Empty.

Not to make friends.

-That's mine, here you go.
-Thanks.

-Keep going.
-Empty, empty.

-Ismael Valbuena.
-Go ahead.

And what about me?
My things aren't in here.

They're in my office, in the infirmary.
We can go there when we finish this.

Check everything there
or just frisk me now.

I'm not going through your things, Carlos.

Thirty officers work in this prison.

Can you vouch
for every single one of them?

That's not the point.

There are better ways of doing things.

Why do you second guess
every decision I make?

What's the question?
I look good on camera.

Sure, there are drugs.

How could there not be drugs here, girl?
If there weren't, it'd be bedlam in here.

There's loads, all kinds.
Do you want some?

I can put you in touch with dealers.
I don't get involved.

It's like a supermarket here.
You can get it all.

How do the drugs get in?
Up vaginas, up assholes, in stomachs.

They throw it over the walls
in shoes or diapers.

There's heroin, cocaine,
amphetamines, LSD.

It costs double. Double the street price.

When there's a drought,
there's glue, detergent, cheap stuff.

Drugs are the non-Gypsy's bullshit.

We Gypsies are smarter.
We sell them to people...

but we don't take any.

Can you walk like a normal person
instead of two steps behind me?

You're making me nervous.

That's forbidden for me.

Zulema always makes me stay behind
so I don't get in the way.

God, that's crazy.

You have a name though, don't you?

People call me Casper.

Hi.

How did you end up in this situation?
Why are you Zulema's maid?

Because of my debts.

I didn't pay them,
so I was given a choice.

Either cut off my fingers or serve her.

But that's slavery. You could sue her.

No, I'm fine. Really.

Zulema takes care of me. She's good to me.

She's always saying
I should have my own opinion and be free.

Maca, want to know what I heard?

They're bringing in la Pantoja.

La Pantoja is going to be in our prison,
the singer. Can you believe it?

-Come on, Sole. You're lying.
-I swear.

I swear it's true.
She'll be here in the morning.

-With the rest of the newbies.
-No way.

What are you doing with this weakling?

She's Zulema's gift.

She sent her
to serve me for a week, but...

What am I supposed to do with...
I don't get it.

Let me borrow her then.
She can rub my back. I'm stiff.

-Is something wrong?
-What?

-No, nothing.
-Just tell me, for fuck's sake.

Miranda searched our lockers for drugs.

Cheeky bitch.

But the dickhead searching
each and every one of them was me.

She was only there as a witness.

And you don't know how to say no? Jesus.

And...

I found this in Valbuena's locker.
I've kept it quiet.

-Coke.
-Shit.

-Should I tell Miranda?
-See what happens.

I've thought about it,
and it's my duty to tell her.

Now? Now?

You had your chance.

But I froze up. Valbuena is a colleague.

A colleague that had drugs
in his locker. Cocaine.

Now, it looks like it's yours
and not Valbuena's, idiot.

Shit. Shit.

What should I do?

Give it to me. I'll sort it out.

Why on earth did I have to go
to that forest looking for the money,

the jihadist
and the whole fucking kit and caboodle?

Enough is enough.

From now on, just like me,
you'll have the life of a pensioner.

Holidays in Benidorm...

DIY on the weekends.

They've put me in with a spic.

You've got to laugh.

Who would've thought
I'd miss that Chinese guy.

And Muñoz and Fonseca.

That's what happens
after so many years' service.

Castillo, we know each other.

Why did you come?

To tell you that a terrorist
wanted by half of Europe

is not a good dance partner.

If you're talking about the €9 million,
I don't have it, nor do I want it.

I'm glad.

Because that bastard is capable
of turning up here and breaking skulls.

You know that, right?

I know.

But I have faith
in this state's security forces.

Surely you'll catch him soon.

It's hard. He never sleeps
in the same place twice.

You know that.

He's one slippery bastard.

So any information, any clue,
would really help.

All I can tell you...

is that the beer's getting warm.

All right, one more and I'll leave you be.

The Egyptian's gun was a Glock.

That bastard is capable
of turning up here and breaking skulls.

This is addressed to Zulema.

No drugs in it.

No return address.
Could it be from the Egyptian?

Wow.

That's a beauty of a €500 bill.
A real one, too.

If I take it, that's my rent paid.

-Don't you live with your mom?
-What do you think it says?

I guess we can't use Google Translate.

We'd better speak to Miranda and Castillo.

It looks like the Egyptian
is trying to get in touch with Zulema.

Hi.

Hi.

You like the gift?

Yes, a lovely gesture.

-What do you want?
-Absolutely nothing.

It's a gesture of goodwill.

Since you got here,
all I've done is threaten you.

I had my reasons. Nine million reasons.

-You don't need to give me your maid.
-No, don't call her "maid."

Call her "assistant." It upsets her.

Has she offended you?

No, she's done nothing wrong.

I want to be left in peace.
I don't need anyone following me.

It suits the new you.

Everyone should know.

Hey.

I give gifts with good intentions.

Do you despise me?
Or are you still scared of me?

I want to know who she speaks to,
who she's close to.

Everything.

Everything.

The graphologists confirm

that the handwriting found on the bill
corresponds to the Egyptian's.

Here you go.

What's the meaning of his poem?

It's not poetry. It's from the Qur'ān.

Chapter 30, ayah 12.

"On the day the hour arrives,
the sinners will be in despair."

Doesn't sound good.

When is Zulema supposed to get the letter?

An inmate hands out the mail mid-morning.

When all the jobs are done
and they're back in their block.

It's vital that Zulema
gets the letter with that bill,

and that she doesn't suspect
that we've seen it.

Bastards.

Today, she sees her lawyer.

-Do we act normal?
-Yes.

We're watching her lawyer.
We don't want to tip him off.

I still don't get it.

Why is he writing verses from the Qur'ān
on a €500 bill?

He's letting her know
he's got the money from Yolanda.

The bill's serial number is the same
as those stolen from the truck.

I guess the quote from the Qur'ān
is to tell her to keep calm,

-that he'll get her out.
-And the phone number?

Let's hope Zulema dials that number,

and the Egyptian answers.
Then we'll trace the call.

With your approval, Miranda,
I'll ask for a court order

to tap all the phone booths this morning.

I'll inform the penal authorities.

We have a golden opportunity
to get the Chinese guy's killer.

Maca.

We don't have the money.

If the judge lowers the bail,

-and the mortgage...
-Darling...

we'll prove you're innocent.

Mom, I don't know how the case will go,
but I could be here for seven years.

I have to get used to it.

Dad...

As you said,

no one commits fraud unwittingly.

Your brother said
you were in tears on the phone.

-Are they bullying you here?
-No.

No, no, no.

-Don't worry.
-Zulema Zahir. Booth number two.

It's tough here at the start,
but I feel better now.

Honestly.

I have to tell you something.

Something wonderful.

You're going to be grandparents.

Who's the father?

Simón.

I know what you're thinking,
but it doesn't matter that it's Simón's.

I want this child.

It's just...

I don't know how to explain it, because...

Well... this child's in me.

It's inside my belly,

and I'm in here.

Yet somehow it makes it...

irrelevant that I'm in prison.

Because I don't feel alone.

The child is with me.

Do you understand?

I was looking forward to meeting you,
no shit. How's it going?

I'm your daughter's friend.

-A good one.
-Go away.

We've hit a rough patch

because I ratted her out
to get day release.

But she screwed it up for me.

I told you to leave!

Curly, back to your table.

I'm going.

It was a pleasure, future in-laws.

Does that lesbian want to be with you?

No way. She's crazy.

She's not right in the head.
She's my cellmate.

Great at ruining things.

So...

are you going to congratulate me?

Of course, my darling.

-Of course.
-Congratulations.

Wrap it up. One minute left.

The newbies are here.

La Pantoja's coming.

Darling, la Pantoja.

-What's going on?
-Nothing, an inside joke.

Someone says la Pantoja's coming.

We're joking around.

I love you very much.

Well, then...

Macarena! Macarena!

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Hey!

We're losing her, Encarna.

We're losing our girl.

How cool, how cool
We're having lunch with Isabel

Hey!

Silence!

I'm going to the washroom.
Wait for me in the car.

-What are you doing?
-I'm with the Civil Guard.

You're Zulema's lawyer.

So it's highly likely you know
where Hanbal Hamadi is hiding.

If I knew where Mr. Hamadi was,

don't you think
the intelligence services would, too?

In Germany, France, Spain?

No one knows where he is.
That's his trick.

Always moving.

Now, if you don't mind...

What are you doing? Write this down.

Six hand rifles.

Two pistols. Five grenades.
And I'll bring the car.

Tell me how much and I'll do the rest.

Fabio, what did you do
with Valbuena's drugs?

-They're here.
-Jesus, Fabio.

Please. We're exposing ourselves too much.

I should've flushed it away.

Imagine if the governor
or Inspector Castillo found it.

-What then?
-Hello.

What's new? Seen any tits?

I'm off to do my rounds.

Hi.

Don't go near my family again.

And don't ever talk to them. Got it?

You don't look like your mother.

The daughter turned out
better looking than the parents.

Maca.

I've screwed you over.
You've screwed me over.

We're even! We're even.

Can we make up, please?

This is such a pain.

Please say yes.

In a couple of months,
you'll be totally unbearable.

So hormonal that no one
will put up with you, and you know it.

Is that a "Yes, girl,
sit down and eat with me"?

No. It's a "Let's see
if you behave, girl."

Right.

-Your dad was nice, for a policeman.
-Hey.

Get out of here.

-Go.
-Okay.

Look.

Remember when Román and Maca were babies?

I'm going to give a bag to Maca.
It'll cheer her up, you'll see.

I feel bad.

Our daughter tells us she's expecting,
and we act like idiots.

What did you expect? A banquet?

No, but we could have said
how happy we are.

Are you actually happy about it?

Are you happy
that Maca's sitting in prison and pregnant

by the same jerk who put her in there?

At the trial, when they see

-that she's pregnant...
-Forget the trial, Encarna.

It makes no difference
what state she's in.

They won't have mercy
or give her leave. Nothing.

There's hundreds of pregnant prisoners.
Maca's just like any other.

Her child will be born in prison.

Grow up in prison.

We'll see the child
maybe once a week during visits.

It's going to live behind bars for years.

Surrounded by criminals.
You know who's going to play dad?

The lesbian with the hair.

A nutcase looking after our grandchild.

So, please, let's not pretend
to be happy grandparents.

-I've got what you asked for.
-What?

The abortion pill.

I don't want it.

I've decided to keep the baby.

Cutie...

I went out of my way to get it.
It's a prescription drug.

I hid it up my snatch,
and now you don't want it.

I did tell you.

Fine, you don't want it.

But it'll have to be used somehow, right?

Want to know what the instructions say?

Taking the pill
after the first seven weeks

may seriously damage the fetus.

That's terrible.

A baby with no legs,
or a beach ball for a head.

Imagine taking it by accident.

You're going to pay now. I'm sick of you.

You're staying here.

Someone will come for you.
Go wherever they say.

Remember this name.

Manuel Osorio.

The court order came
to tap the phone booths.

Where's Zulema?

On her way back from seeing her lawyer.
Back to her cell.

I'm intrigued by the Ferreiro family.

They're like something
out of a probiotic yogurt ad.

Yet they've dived headfirst
into the Egyptian thing and the money.

Why are you so sure?

What the hell are you doing?

Cutting the barrels off a shotgun.

I can see that. I'm asking why.

Maca said to leave things as they are.

Dad.

Stop.

You have a new family to care for.
You should focus on them.

Dad, please, listen.
This is not how to get Maca home.

You couldn't be more wrong, son.

Shit. This bullet is from a Glock 37.

The same type that punctured my side.
Where did you find it?

In the yogurt house.

Bullet entry and exit holes in the sofa.
No blood traces that I could see.

The Egyptian moves around in a camper van.

It's his way of being everywhere.
But the police don't know.

I called dozens of campsites,
and found 20 campers of that type.

When we find it, we can get the money back
and get Maca out.

The way I see it, there are two ways
that bullet got into the house.

The first is they had the money,
and the Egyptian got in and stole it.

The second is they didn't have it,
but they knew where it was buried,

because Macarena knew.

-I knew you wouldn't stop.
-What are you saying?

You know I'm methodical,
and I have a good memory.

I did the exams
for the property registration office.

I memorized the camper van's
license plate.

Well, there's another possibility.

They shared the nine million
with the Egyptian.

No. The Egyptian doesn't share
or negotiate.

Have you forgotten about the forest?
He shoots and then shoots again.

I really don't think they have the cash.

Are they crazy enough to go after him?

If they get near him,
they don't stand a chance.

That'd piss me off,
because Leopoldo's a nice guy.

And they're stepping on the toes
of the biggest son of a bitch in Europe.

Love has brought us here today.

Love that is free.

For that is the essence of marriage:

freedom and commitment.

And the vows that Saray and Armando
will make today,

in front of their parents and witnesses...

I LOVE YOU, GYPSY

...will unite them eternally.

Therefore, today is a joyous day for you,

and for all those who love you.

Armando.

Do you take Saray
as your lawfully wedded wife?

I do.

Saray, do you take Armando
as your lawfully wedded husband?

Yes, of course.

I do.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

To the happy couple!

Gorgeous! Olé! Olé!

Ferreiro, come with me.

Where to?

To the visiting room.

Didn't you request a private visit
with a Mr. Manuel Osorio?

Yes. Manuel.

You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend. He's a friend.

Osorio won't touch you.

He has a gift for me. Fifty grams of coke.

They won't frisk you
after a private visit.

But...

please.

I hope they don't catch you,
for your own sake.

I like you.

Macarena.

Do you have something to tell me?

Yes. I'm having a visit to get drugs.
I don't want to do it, I swear.

But if I don't, Anabel will kill my baby.

She's seriously crazy, and she'll do it.

So tell me, what can I do?
You tell me what to do.

Macarena.

Do you have something to tell me?

No.

Nothing.

Smile!

Congratulations, everyone.

-Thank you.
-Mom.

Mom.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

-You look beautiful. Olé.
-My girl. So pretty.

Mom.

Aren't you going to say anything?

-Congratulate me, at least.
-Congratulate you, Saray?

That's right, Mom.
Because I did this for all of you.

-You could thank me.
-You're an embarrassment to this family.

A disgusting lesbian.

Who's the black girl? Your lover?

-There's my girl!
-Come here.

Wait.

Estefanía, I'll always be yours.

Thanks.

Macarena, be careful.

Here, they'll give you trouble first,
then it's over and your life is ruined.

If someone's blackmailing you, tell me.
I can help.

No one's blackmailing me.
I requested a private visit.

Because it's tough being alone.

And I need affection.

Is this Manuel Osorio your child's father?

No. It's complicated.

What? If you don't believe me,
or you think I'm going for drugs,

or something weird, no problem.

Just wait and you can frisk me yourself.

Open up.

I met him online.

Macarena.

Gallego. I wanted to ask a favor.

My kid bumped into a camper van.

He says he didn't leave
a note or anything.

If I gave you the license plate,
could you track it for me?

Yes, it's B4903LS.

Yes. A camper van.

Thanks a lot. I owe you one.

Say hi to Mar and the girls.
Let's catch up one day.

Okay, great. Thanks again. Bye.

Can he find it?

He'll put it
into the Civil Guard search list.

-He'll call when he has news.
-Then what?

-Then what?
-Then what will we do?

I don't know.

But last time, he chased us.
Now, we're going after him.

Are there cameras
in all the rooms in the prison?

Except in cells and bathrooms.
It's forbidden by privacy laws.

Shit, yes.

There goes Zulema
towards the phone booths.

And what about the phone
Zulema is calling?

Has it been traced? What's the plan?

Telecommunications have traced
the phone's latest movements

to the southern outskirts of Madrid.

All stations in the area
are awaiting my orders.

As soon as someone answers,
we'll get the precise location.

There she is.

I hope she leads us
to her boyfriend this time.

Nicolás, activate the tap.

Pay attention. We can't miss it.

What's she doing?
Has she noticed something?

No. They must have agreed to speak later.

She's killing time.

We can't miss it.

Affirmative. When the phone rings,
we can surround the location.

I'm in charge of the body search.

Governor's orders.

Macarena.

In my office.

How does it feel when you're on it?

You know, that feeling
when you're on a roller coaster.

That...

It certainly messes you up
if it explodes in your stomach.

Your heart rate goes up.

That's when you start feeling good.

The inside of your body speeds up,
but at the same time it's paralyzed.

Fear and guilt disappear...

...in this enormous release of tension.

And then suddenly, that's it.
It doesn't matter, you're okay.

You realize that you're dying.
Literally dying.

And then, the love comes.

But you're scared.

It's so intense, I love it.

Then, I wake up covered in shit.

I'm slipping.

It's not all bad here.

They get methadone, give chats.

But there are also some people

who are much more important here.
The counselors.

They watch you.
They stop you from taking drugs.

They motivate you.

Between you and me, they're idiots
who have no idea what they're doing.

Just go along and take some more, right?

I have to say,
you had me intrigued, Macarena.

After your boss lied to you,

and got you pregnant...

you have a conjugal visit.

And this guy appears. This old-timer.

Where is it?

Don't waste my time.

The governor specifically demanded
greater vigilance

with regard to inmates that traffic.
So, tell me where you're hiding it.

Unless you would prefer that I frisk you.

Very well. Look at the camera.

State your name.

And put everything you have on the table.

My name is Macarena Ferreiro.

That's all of it.

Good. Open it.

Macarena... At the end of the day,

I don't care who asked you
to carry the coke or why.

Trafficking is a serious crime, you know.

Especially if we consider a single mother

possibly doing seven years,
who is also a repeat drug offender.

Do you know what could happen
to the custody of your baby...

-No.
-...if this got as far as Social Services?

No. Please, not my baby, no.

It's incredible
how life can change, Macarena.

Just to think, a few days ago,

you were here begging me...

Begging me to kill your child.

Now that you want it,
we have to take it away.

-No.
-Yes.

-No, please.
-Yes.

Anyway, don't worry.
The good thing about this is that

at least it will have a new family.

No way.

-And a new mother.
-No.

-Yes
-No.

-Yes, yes, yes.
-Please.

Incredible how life can change
in a matter of seconds.

I'll do whatever it takes
so this goes no further.

Come on.

-Yes.
-Please, Macarena.

Do you think I look like a pervert?

Do you really think I'd take advantage
of your weakness?

Macarena, please.

I don't want a relationship
based on extortion or anything.

Come on, I'm not crazy or stupid.

I know we won't fall in love.

But some might say that over time,
some type of affection develops.

This is what we'll do. Don't cry.

Hey. Hey.

We'll forget about the cocaine, okay?

We'll start a relationship from scratch.

A courtship.

As if we were a couple. Little by little.

Starting with a kiss.

Let's see you open your mouth.

Very good.

Get out!

Communications.
Have we located the Egyptian?

We're getting close, Inspector.
Just a couple of minutes.

What the hell's going on?

Inspector, he's surrounded.

It's very close to you,
in the vicinity of Cruz del Sur.

I repeat. The signal...
One moment.

It's in Cruz del Sur. In the parking lot.

-That's impossible.
-Hello?

Don't mess with me.
What does that damn thing say?

This is an odd call,

because I don't know
exactly who I'm talking to.

We have a precise location.
The phone is in the prison parking lot.

-Deploying the team.
-You've got to be kidding.

Although, I can imagine.

Firstly, I'd like to...

publicly say how humiliating,

degrading and disgusting it is
to feel watched,

spied on and controlled.

Above all, it's illegal
without a court order.

Do you have one? No!

Castillo.

Do you recognize a blue Ford
with license plate 3322ABW?

That's my fucking car.

A phone was left in the passenger seat.

...how profoundly despicable it is
to open an inmate's mail.

Abort the operation. False lead.

For fuck's sake!

He's been ahead the whole time.

Pissing himself laughing at us.

March 12th? What happens then?

Sister, in two days my Prince Charming
is getting me out of this shithole.

Fucking rats. Here's one from both of us.

A big kiss.

Bitch.

In other news, Isabel Pantoja is back
in Alcalá de Guadaíra Penitentiary...

Sole just keeps bullshitting us.
Pantoja in this prison. As if.

I've been looking for you.
How was Osorio? Did you get it?

Yes, he gave it to me.

But now Sandoval has it.

Anabel, stay calm.

I didn't betray you.

Great.

And the drugs? Nothing?

Look, I just did what you asked.
That's all.

Now you have two very nasty problems.

Sandoval and me.

And I'm far worse.

They think I have the drugs
and that I'm addicted, get it?

No.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Anabel...

About the money, we can sort it out.

I can speak to my dad,
and he'll lend it to me, okay?

No use being a daddy's girl with me.

If you harm my business,
you endanger yourself.

I've sold it myself. I can't deny it.

I don't want to talk about it.
It's not about being weak.

Me? No. Never.
I've never touched that shit.

I don't like junkies at all.
They can all die, for all I care.

Just a line, now and again. Once or twice.

Amphetamines. Crystal meth...

But not heroin. No.

It's the worst, man.

Have you ever seen a junkie?
Have you seen Tere?

Maybe I'm a junkie. I don't know.

They're not people, they're zombies.
The living dead.

Anyone in here would do it.
I swear. It's impossible.

What a shame.

Business is business.

Freeze pops gross me out,
but I still had a business selling them.

What can I say?

Hi.

-Has the game already started?
-Yes. No.

No, not yet.
Do you want a beer?

Sure.

What's up, Palacios? How are things?

Here you go.

Thanks.

-Night shift, right?
-Yes, that's right.

Well...

Maybe a line or two will do you good.

What are you doing?

Have you lost your mind?

Because of the coke?

It was in your locker.

Do you want one?

No.

So much the better. More for us.

You know, I don't think I'll have this.
This shit makes me violent.

-All yours.
-I don't want it.

-I'm not taking it.
-No.

Let's make something clear, Valbuena.

I respect personal use.

That's something to be respected, right?

But drug dealers infuriate me.

And if you're not consuming,
you're trafficking.

So, you snort that fucking line right now,
or we report you for trafficking

and for blackmailing inmates
in exchange for coke.

All of it.

Well done. You'll be watching
those inmates like a hawk tonight.

What do you want?

I came to see you.

They say you're losing power.

That blondie's pushing you around.
Is that right?

I don't have to answer to you.

I pity you.

You think you're someone you're not.

Remember when you first arrived?

Remember our agreement?

You're here because of me.

You traffic because I allow it.

Since you fucked things up
with my assistant...

I have to make my own bed.

-Do you want to do it for me?
-No, I don't owe you anything.

Make sure this is the last time.

Or I won't like having you around anymore.

Hot stuff!

You worthless bitches!

I'm married!
Haven't you got anything to say?

-Olé, olé!
-That's what I thought!

Let's sing or dance or something!

I got married! Let's celebrate!

Everyone, open bar! Open bar for everyone!

Who wants the bouquet? Come on.

Who's the next bitch here to get married?

Sing it!

Ali, Ali, oh
Ali, Ali, oh

Ali, Ali took her away
Ali, Ali took her away

We need a guitar. Go ask the governor.

Macarena.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? Let go of me!

Get out, cutie.

Leave me alone!

-Open the glove box.
-I'm coming.

No, you stay here.

Don't worry. I've done this before.

Open the glove box.

Give it to me.

Let me go! That crazy bitch...

We have five minutes
until they see something's up.

Let's not waste time.

I'll talk to you like a friend, Macarena.

Tell me, how are you making
an even bigger mess of this?

It's like someone in quicksand

is sticking their arms in
to get their legs out,

and sinking to the bottom.

What are you talking about?

Why are you so stubborn, Macarena?

What are you doing?

-Stay still.
-No!

I like you, Macarena.

But I can't allow other inmates to think

they can keep my money
and not pay for drugs.

Get it?

So pretty.

And the price... The price for you
because you have no money...

Your pretty nipples.

Say it all goes to plan.

You go there, point the gun at him,
and he gives you the money.

How do you know he won't go to the house

and kill Mom, Lucía, Lidia,
you and everyone else tomorrow?

Are you going to kill him?

-No.
-Don't worry.

-They won't get infected. It's iodine.
-No!

No, please. I'll pay. I swear.

-Really?
-I swear, please.

Of course. How much time do you need?
A week?

Four weeks? Or even better,

pay me on the first Tuesday
of every month for a year.

I could give you a dinner set
when you're done.

Please.

I'm sorry, Macarena.

But your nipples will show the others
that you don't mess with me.

Get behind the wheel.
Leave the motor running.

If you see anything strange, leave.
Don't look back.

Dad...

Sorry, Macarena.
You won't be able to feed the baby.

I'm really sorry.

Hey! Take it easy, scissorhands.

Leave my friend alone.

She's your friend?

She's my friend, too.

But our friend owes me €3,000.

As you know, debts must be settled.

I guess you're right.
Debts must be settled.

An advance.

You'll get the rest.
You have my word.

Take it.

No one likes a bad ending.

Take it.

Leopoldo, are you insane?
You'll be the end of us all.

That bastard is capable
of turning up here and breaking skulls.

You're going to be grandparents.

We can't leave Maca in there, Dad.

We don't have the money.

Don't move!

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

I am not your pal!

Keep going!

It's over. I'm calling the police.

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández