All language subtitles for Locked.Up.S02E08.480p.NF.WEBRip.x265

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

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

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

The accomplice to the kidnapping
was admitted to Cruz del Sur this morning.

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

In you go.

-What are you doing in here?
-I'm on a case.

If you lose,
you're going to go take a shower.

Thank you, but no.

She's an expert in criminal psychology.
Helena is the best. She won't back down.

A statement from the arrested couple

could be critical in finding the girl.

I need your help.

If you don't earn money for Anabel,
she'll sell you.

1,600 going once, 1,600--

2,000!

Now you don't get
the concept of collateral damage.

That's what Karim wants,

to kill your whole family.

She's taken the Egyptian's ashes.

Castillo, I need your help.

Everyone alert. There's a strong chance
that Karim will also be in there.

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

Find her!

Freeze!

Drop your weapon!

The judge has granted you
a special 24-hour leave

to attend your mother's funeral.

It's Karim! He's coming for us!

Dad!

Our only chance is to take them
by surprise and shoot.

Trust me.

Macarena!

Drop the gun.

I hear strange metallic noises.

Like a skater's blade
against the icy surface.

Or the clash of steel.

And then suddenly, the sun rises.

I wake up shivering, feeling very cold.

I look around, and...

I'm in the middle of the yard, alone,

too scared to leave my bed.

And so...

I scream.

But there's no sound, just silence.

We're here for you, Maca.

I would've done the same thing.
Good for you, Maca.

Stay strong, Maca. Keep your head up.

Lord, we ask that you watch over
the souls of Leopoldo and Encarna

so that they might witness your glory.

Sometimes in life we are tried
by the most testing of circumstances.

But the Lord asks for faith,
for only He may judge us.

May He treat His child Macarena
with compassion

and help her overcome
these tragic accidents.

They weren't...

They weren't accidents,

they were murders.

God has nothing to judge,
I already did it myself.

Macarena, honestly, anything you need.

My condolences. I'm very sorry.

I'm so, so sorry, my dear.

You've got to be brave.
Stay strong, champ.

I'm sorry, my dear.
Listen to what I tell you:

forget the judge's murder charge.

You did what you had to.
Your parents' killer had to die.

Be strong, my love.

Don't be sad, blondie.

The important thing is,

on the chessboard of life,
we've checkmated Karim.

Well, you did.

He was the last one.

Thank you.

It's a day for celebrating.

Save your condolences
for you boyfriend's mother.

She doesn't need a bodyguard,
haven't you noticed?

Maca, you're not alone in this.

Okay?

Come on, let's move.

Girls, a moment, before you leave.

Tomorrow a sexologist is giving a talk
on sexuality and self-esteem.

It'll take place in here...

Life goes on.

But I want the opposite.

I want it to go backwards.

I'm trapped in the moment I took that shot
and changed my fate forever.

At 30 years old I've just realized,

like a child waking from its slumber,

that life means business.

I can't do it! It won't go in.

-I can't do it.
-Here, let me see.

Use a steady hand.

You have to slide the little washer
over the pole.

-See?
-Yes. That's it.

There you go, good job.

Why are you speaking to her
like she's retarded?

What do you mean?

Little washer.

Little pole for little Susie.

You sound like a nun.

Sister Helena teaching Sunday School.
Right, little Susie?

Why did you marry a woman

that everyone believes to be
mentally handicapped?

If she were mentally handicapped,

she wouldn't be sent to a prison,
would she?

She has an IQ of 50.

Is your wife smart, Inspector?

Smarter than you?

Can't one fall in love
with somebody that isn't intelligent?

What I think is, you married her
because she's easily manipulated

and she'd be eternally faithful and loyal.

Why would you want a wife so loyal,

but so dim?

Little Susie, do you want to confess?

Have you sinned?

No.

Honestly I haven't.

Then sin more.

Apparently, in the end,
God pardons everyone.

Amaia Jiménez, 16 years old.

-Do you know her?
-No.

What the fuck's this?

It's a hair clip I found on the ground.

I use it to keep my papers in order.

It's Amaia's. Her DNA's on it.

Where did you find it?

The countryside, I don't remember where.

What's your job?

I own a rural veterinary clinic.

But you're not a vet.

I inherited the business
when my brother died.

You don't need a degree
to help farm animals give birth.

Has a customer complained?

Come in.

Why did you send for me?

Macarena, as the head psychiatrist
for this facility,

it's my job to share with you
the concerns I have for your health.

In the last few days,
you lost your parents

in a tragic, violent manner,

and you killed the culprit in cold blood.

I'm not sure how you plan
to deal with this without any support.

Basically...

I'm scared you might
fall into a pit of depression,

that you feel responsible
for their deaths,

and I think it would be very
beneficial if you started therapy.

There are lines I won't cross, Doctor.

Never.

Even if I wake up one day,

and all I can think of
is committing suicide,

I will never put myself in your hands.

Hey! Work in silence or in your cells.

All right, asshole.

You're funny, Helenita.

Why's that?

You're not like most of the scum in here.

You solve problems, you have ovaries,

and you're good with special people.

That's it.

All right.

Now when you open it,
it should play a tune.

Here.

Yay!

What's wrong?

Are you okay?

This song reminds me of my daughter.

You have a daughter?

I played this song
when she was in my belly.

Many years ago.

Seventeen.

A beautiful baby.

Are you hungry? You have to eat,
otherwise you'll get ill.

Will she visit you?

She can't.

She can't go anywhere.

Eat a bit more for me.

There we go.

She's in a box.

Like this doll.

Why did you dig a 600-meter tunnel
beneath your land?

What is it, an air-raid shelter for pigs?

Or maybe you wanted
to come and go in secret?

It's not a tunnel,
it's going to be a storehouse.

This is a storehouse?

Inspector, something important
has just come from head office.

They've located
Amaia Jiménez's phone signal.

It seems she's switched her phone on.

What the fuck is it doing in Hungary?

Do you want me to paint your nails?

No, thanks.

I really don't mind.

It's great being your maid.

-I much prefer it.
-I didn't buy you to be my maid.

Maca.

I couldn't give you my condolences before.
I'm sorry for your loss.

I know your pain.

Two weeks after I got here, my dad died.

I can't even imagine the pain
of losing them both at the same time.

It's very sad.

And it worries me...

How are you getting the cash
you owe me for Bambi?

Put a little cream on me
while you think about it.

I can't reach.

Now that we've agreed to peace,

and I've shown you my respect with a gift,

you've walked all over me by buying Bambi.

While you're here, why not do the front.

You broke the pact, Maca.

You're going to be my maid
until you give me my money.

Do me a favor:

avoid further misfortune.

That's enough.

I don't want to waste it.

Anabel.

Can you please give me some weed?

And make a note
on that little list of yours.

In your book.

It's important that we talk openly.

We're going to see how something
as personal as an orgasm

is different for everyone.

Antonia, tell us what you feel
when you orgasm.

Listen, lady, I've got no problem
with being completely open

and using words like cock, dick,

shaft, pussy. You get me?

But I can't tell you openly

about the intimate nature of my orgasms
in front of him.

I could really do
without that image, chef.

Truth be told,
you already disgust me enough.

Until Valbuena leaves,
we're saying nothing.

Very well.

All right.

To be honest, you're doing me a favor.

He's missing one of his balls
because he had an accident.

Yeah, a tray fell on it,
over and over again.

Now we're alone!

MARCOS' BIRTHDAY

The number you dialed is not recognized.

It's easy for me.

As soon as I start rubbing down here...

That's it. Like a gushing hose.

I always faked my first few orgasms.

You're supposed to shout, so I shouted!

"Oh, my God, baby! Give me more!"

And you're supposed to say
kinky stuff, too.

"Break my ass! Cover me in your milk!

-Give me all of it, baby!"
-That's a bit much.

-As if you haven't said that!
-Maybe differently.

When I'm having an orgasm,

I really, really need to...

take a piss.

That's called pissing yourself with joy.

The first time I felt it, I was 14.
I was very young.

I got the shakes...

But my cousin told me, "Don't be stupid.

All this stuff about sex,
about fucking, it's simple.

Close your eyes,
open your mouth and your legs.

And hold tight."

And nine months later,
there was my Joaquín leaving my body,

all covered in guck...

And now, here we are.

Mine were long. The usual.

Sure they were.

Even though you've
hardly been in the saddle.

Hey, I was a hooker.

-Yeah, right.
-I preferred oral.

I've had a boyfriend, Anabel.

-What do you mean?
-No.

"No" what?

For me, an orgasm is like a sneeze.

You see it coming,
it's coming, it's coming...

And then, bliss.

That's an allergic orgasm!

Lactose intolerant!

Disgusting.

-And yourself?
-Me?

-I've never had one.
-Why not?

My husband preferred beating to caressing.

He'd turn up drunk
and throw himself on me like a dog.

He'd always fall asleep before the end.

I was really thankful for that.

The only one I've ever had in my life
was when I heard him begin to snore,

and I could get him off me.

What the fuck is Amaia's phone doing
2,300 kilometers from her fucking house?

I don't know. I'd be inclined
to phone her and ask her.

And if you sold her to a brothel

and now she's being trafficked
through Hungary?

-I didn't sell anyone.
-Care to elaborate?

Maybe the girl ran away from home.

Or someone stole her cell phone.

It could be anything.

Don't you think it's possible that
you're wrong about us, Inspector?

Look...

when you've killed a guy

and your parents died because of you,

that's when you end up
staring into the abyss.

And Anabel's tits, too.

What about me?

You need to go back to being you.

And you need to look after me.

You promised.

Blondie.

What's up?

Are we having a party and no one told me?

Pass the joint.

How are you?

Are you up for the gym?
I feel like getting some exercise.

Some other time.

-I'm going to get some air.
-Take this, stoner.

See you later, love.

-Did you get weed for her?
-No.

Well, the next time she wants to
take depressants, steal them from her,

or tell me.

And be careful with her, too. Don't touch.

Look after her, but don't touch her.

Like a bodyguard.

We clear?

How's my poor blondie?

Your eyes are red.

From crying.

And from smoking.

And from lack of sleep.

I'm having nightmares.

Well, actually just the one.

I hear noises.

Really strange noises.

Metallic.

Like...

a skater's blade.

Caught you.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Zolpidem.

It's a sedative they prescribe to Susana.

Sometimes she gets a little bit anxious.

Don't tell her, okay?

If you mix these with alcohol,

it's hallucinogenic.

You start tripping.

Let's take a trip and forget this shit.

Do you want some?

I don't do drugs.

I don't like losing control.

But fuck it.

Today, I'm celebrating.

Shit.

Zolpidem.

-Careful, it burns.
-Holy shit!

What are you celebrating?

The start of a new era.

One where I can start fresh.

And I want you

to come with me.

I'm not having sex.

I had to work with a snobby prude.

But you...

you're different,
you've got it figured out.

I've noticed you get along well
with Susie.

Did she say what she did?

-No.
-No?

She kidnapped the child
of some rich bastards.

She seems as stupid as a rock,

but it turns out
she's got the entire police force stumped.

I don't care what she did.

This isn't just gossip,

it's an opportunity.

She trusts you.

And I need to know

where Susie's hiding her hostage.

What for?

I have plans.

They cost a lot.

But the rich bastards

she took the little mouse from have money.

If they exchange it

for information pertaining to
the girl's whereabouts,

you'll be able to get your pills,

and I'll get an extended
vacation from here.

What do you say?

Wow.

I'm not sure.

I'll think about it.

That was rude...

rejecting me before.

Let's do it, then.

No.

I'm not in the mood.

They say that sex between friends
just fucks everything up.

What a rush!

That yellow suits you, Maca Simpson.

How are you?

I haven't smoked weed since school,
I think.

I can see that.

I'd love to have known you at school.

I could see you wearing
plastic-framed glasses,

innocent-faced...

"Would you please repeat that part, sir?"

You'd have tried to slap me around.

Definitely.
I would've definitely bullied you.

Checkered uniform
Plastic glasses and a ponytail

This girl doesn't seem like a stoner

But if you give her a joint
And let her hair down

You'll see how cool she really is

Thank you, everyone!

This is for Macarena!

-Curly...
-What?

I appreciate it, but...

stuff is weird, and...

-Okay.
-I want to be by myself.

Okay.

I'll leave you be for now.

But don't scare me.

Have you moved back into our cell?

Okay. Then I'll just make you laugh later.

Blondie...

I get wet every time I think of you

I'm joking.

I've spent the whole week
replaying what you told me at dinner,

regarding my marriage.

If I gave you my opinion,

it's because I want you to move past it.

Surely you and Marcos
did things together, though?

No.

-Birthdays?
-No.

-Your anniversary?
-No.

-Baptisms, communion?
-No. No.

He never even took me to bed.

What am I saying! No! No more beer.

-Yes. One more. You can take these.
-No. Please.

Come on, why stop now?

You haven't mentioned Marcos
since he left you.

So now's the time to get it all out.

Married nine years...

but the sex lasted for...

five,

six months.

The last time we made love
was one Christmas in Gerona,

at his parents' house.

They were still alive,
so that must have been...

-Three years ago.
-Three years, yes.

How was it?

What are you asking? If it was good,
what positions we did?

-Both.
-No!

It's not like I was a sex-machine either,
maybe it's that.

Nonsense.

Miranda, you ooze sexuality,
so don't let yourself think that.

At dinner, I said...

I think that Marcos is...

-What?
-He's gay.

-What? Are you joking?
-I'm not joking!

I'm serious. Think about it for a second.

And the way he left.

To just go, without saying anything,
not showing his face,

dropping everything,
taking nothing with him.

There must be a reason he acted that way.

Like it was the final straw,
after years of confusion.

A husband that...

hides his true sexual identity

ends up feeling like a fraud

to the person he knows he once loved.

Eventually, he needs to disappear,
and not be found. Do you see?

He chucked his phone.
It's like he wanted to erase everything

that reminded him of those years.

Or there was someone else, a lover.

-Or there is.
-A man?

A woman.

Look, if that were the case,

he'd have at least tried to
make you feel like a woman.

At some point he would have.

Also, you mentioned that
the passion didn't last long.

I don't know.

This is difficult to talk about.

Can I give you some advice?

I think you're on the right track.

You need to feel like a woman again.

Take joy in your sexuality.

Ferreiro. Ferreiro.

I saw you leaving Sandoval's office.

What's up with your eyes?
Are you on drugs?

Tell me.

What happened?

You went into Sandoval's office,
you left, and you started crying.

Let go of me.

My parents are dead,
and that's what you ask me?

That's all you have to say to me?

My consultations
with Sandoval are private,

just between doctor and patient.

A private matter?

Was it private when I found him
tapping you with his ruler?

Or when I helped your family
cut up a corpse?

Fucking hell, Macarena.

If you don't think I care, you're wrong.

It's pretty obvious that I care, a lot.

All I care about is getting out of here.

Okay.

Listen.

I'm going to get you out of here.
I promise I'll get you out.

In fact, you'll be out by this afternoon.

Booth number two.

Four, three.

Fernando.

It's been so long!

I think you're afraid of prison.

Or is it gasoline you fear?

I'm not family,
so this is the earliest they'd allow.

Family in our hearts.

We've got a true,
heart-to-heart friendship.

I've been thinking about you a lot.

-Me, too.
-Hands.

No physical contact.

I found some information in the library.

I was curious, and I wanted to know more.

Are you spying on me?

Are you one of those morbid types
that combs the paper for obituaries,

reading about the criminals?

I was moved by your story.
Especially by this part.

Your statement.

"After two or three beatings a day,

being spat at and constantly raped,

infidelities, drunken incidents
and beatings,

the longest sentence
that the court wants to impose..."

"...will come as a blessing to me."

He deserved it.

Thank you.

Hands, please.

How would you feel about
a conjugal visit, just us?

Just like that? No wooing or charm?

-Going straight for the jugular!
-It's just to talk.

-I'm not looking for sex.
-No, me neither.

And who said sex is classified
in the legal justice system?

So the stuff about sex...
Let's just leave it there.

This is a warrant for the release
of inmate Macarena Ferreiro

for the reconstruction of events
surrounding Karim's death.

I would avoid that at all costs.

Her being there could cause her
to slip further into depression.

Sorry, but this is standard protocol.

Macarena is implicated

and her testimony is vital
to getting the facts.

It's court-ordered.

Fabio, go with her.

She'll need a familiar face.

Macarena.

Macarena.

Macarena, listen to me.

Unlike the police report
from those in the helicopter,

I think Karim pointed his gun at you
after shooting your father.

Is that correct?

Macarena,

Castillo is saying he saw Karim
point the gun at you before you shot him.

Is that true?

-Macarena!
-No!

What the fuck are you saying?
I killed him because he killed my father.

Is that not self-defense?
He didn't aim at me.

He pointed at and shot my father.

So I emptied a clip into his head.

I'd do it a thousand times.

This is hard,

but you need to protect yourself.

Mine and Fabio's statements
will help in court.

Like how you helped in court
after the escape?

Or when you helped my father?

Or when you killed my mom?

No thanks, Castillo.

Go to hell.

Castillo, give us a moment.

Pipiolo, boys, let's go.
There's coffee in the van.

What if the inmate escapes?

I've got beers in the van.
Do you want one?

Come on.

Come in.

Finally, one of my own.

How are you?

Susana told me
she has a 17-year-old daughter.

She's lying, the couple had no children.

I know. That's why I called.

She's clearly unstable.

I'm not sure if she's confusing
the kidnapped victim

with her real daughter.

Doctor, is that possible?

Such a disorder does exist.

It's an affective paranoia where

a person makes up
children, siblings, parents.

The sufferer believes they have
family members that never existed,

or that have been
resurrected from the dead.

-What else has she told you?
-That her daughter is in a box.

Maybe she's referring
to a basement or a hiding place,

somewhere underground.

I'll get more out of her.

Our plan is working.

She's scared of Zulema and she trusts me.

Be wary of Zulema.

I've got her under control.

No offense, but I highly doubt that.

Helena, don't lose sight
of your objective.

Here you go. It's a bit warm.

Just imagine that you're in England.

Why are we here, exactly?

To do something nice.

Enjoy the view, drink a beer,

live in the moment.

When I said I wanted to leave prison,

this isn't exactly
what I had in mind, but...

But thank you.

Well...

When I said I was going to get you out,
this wasn't exactly what I meant.

Zulema has €3 million
buried somewhere in Morocco, right?

You must convince your brother
to go looking for it.

I'll break you out.

And then...

we'll open a bar on the beach in Brazil.
Don't you love to dance?

Are you serious?

Do you know how bad
a prison officer's pension is?

-Let's go, then.
-Now?

-Yes, right now.
-We can't right now.

It'd cause too much trouble.
Castillo would get demoted or fired,

and so would the other men here.

But we wouldn't be hurting anyone
by taking that money.

-Who are you?
-Fabio.

No. No.

You're my guardian angel.

You cut up a corpse,
you put yourself in harm's way,

and now you're planning to
break me out of prison

and run away with me.

What's going on?

Are you in love?

With you?

-No. I don't think so.
-No?

We can find out.

-There's nothing to find out.
-Yes, there is.

What?

We can find out if I'm a lesbian

or not.

Wait.

When you're out,

that's when we'll find out.

So now you're a man of principle?

Yes, I am.

I'm trying to do things right.

Hey, lovebirds!

It's time to go.

How are you?

You came back to see Anabel, didn't you?

She gives you treats and bread.

-She came back?
-They've become best friends.

She's getting better
and she's come to see Auntie Anabel.

You've got to behave.

Do you think they'll let you
keep a bird in here?

Well, they let Zulema have a scorpion.
My pet is harmless.

-It's not staying.
-What?

It's a rat with wings,
not a cat or something.

It'll buzz around all night,
keeping us up.

You stay away from my bird.

You can't sleep
because of your conjugal visit!

Am I right? That Fernando,
he's going to slip it straight into you.

That's enough of that!

He just wants to be alone with me,

because you can't do anything
during the public visits.

You get no peace.

It's just to hold hands.

It's not your hand he wants to hold.

-Maybe read you poetry?
-You two know nothing.

-You've never been properly courted.
-What?

Have you seen this body?

Yes, and it's never been properly courted.

He wants some intimacy,
it's not just for...

I already asked,
and he said it's not for sex.

Listen, my dear. At our age, no chance.

Yeah, sure.

You'll find out what an orgasm is,
unlike with your ex.

It'll be you doing the punching this time.

-Curly, don't! Please!
-What's wrong with you?

Curly, please. Stop!

Do you know why I never had to
fake an orgasm with my husband?

Because he didn't care,

just like the clients you fucked
for money.

I may feel nothing down below,
but you have no idea

how I'm feeling about a date with a man.

I'm like a 53-year-old virgin.

Like a teenager.

No one's ruining that.

I'm having a conjugal visit!

It's "shit yourself and do it anyway,"
as we say back home.

You know, it's just that

part of me down there
has all but been forgotten.

But it finally seems like there's a man
who's helped me remember it.

What'll I say?

Tell him I don't really remember
how it works?

I'm faking an orgasm.

Everyone else does.

My God, life is sweet.

I've had plenty of action in prison.

I'm so nervous, can you believe that?

Raúl?

It's Miranda, your sister-in-law.
How is everything?

I'm glad.

Good.

It's just...

in the end, you realize
that the love is gone and...

Of course. You learn from everything.

Of course.

Yes, put him on.

Hello, Marcos.

Happy birthday.

No...

It's no one's fault. It's okay.

But listen...

I need to ask you something.
I need to know...

Are you gay?

Oh, my God.

How pathetic.

I didn't know what to say.

How is it possible
that you knew and I didn't?

I lived with him.

Love is blind, or so they say.

Congratulations.

You've opened your eyes.
You can see again.

When you rediscover your sex drive,

you'll feel completely liberated.

I don't know what you're suggesting,

but if you're talking about
picking someone up at a bar, no.

I'm not the type to go around
sleeping with strangers.

Me neither.

-Maca.
-My love!

How was it?
Did you bring me back anything nice?

A Serrano ham sandwich?

A bottle of lotion for me
to lather your body with?

The thing is, my cards didn't work and...

I didn't want to ask Castillo for change.

-So--
-But I really wanted to.

Maca, I'd save your energy.

In therapy, they said that you and Bambi

are going to get steamy in the showers.

-What?
-Hey!

I'll fuck you up!

You fucking dirtbag!

-You're being a bitch to Sole and Maca!
-Calm down!

-Enough!
-Go fuck yourself!

I said stop!

Stop defending me!

I don't want your pity! Get it?

I was powerless
when that bastard raped you,

but you won't hurt Anabel for me.

Now stop.

What did you say to Maca
when you were sitting there,

like Lady and the Tramp,
gazing out on the lake?

She seemed happier.

I told her we'd escape together.

-You're joking!
-No, it's the truth.

She needs something to keep her going,

and if there's no one
to encourage the fantasy

that it'll all get better,
you're done for.

-Good evening.
-Evening.

Good evening.

The governor's making a move on Nosferatu.

Jesus.

I could change Susana's medication.

Right now, she's taking lithium,
anti-anxiety pills, sedatives.

I could change them for hypnotics.

It'll help her get to sleep,

but her dreams will be more intense.

She'll talk in her sleep.

These are caffeine pills.
They'll help keep you awake.

You might get some insight
into her world, her reality.

You have to eat.

Come on. That's it, good.

That's it, good girl.

Go on...

-Eat...
-A bit more, come on.

My darling...

My darling.

Eat.

That's it, good.

Cold.

You're cold.

Your feet are cold.

Of course, there are no windows.

Who's cold?

Come here. Come on.

That's it.

Your daughter?

-Your daughter's cold?
-Yes.

Where is she?

I can help her.

I've got a dolly

She has a blouse

And a cardigan

I took her for a walk

And she got ill

I've got her in my bed...

Help!

Help!

Hi, there. Good morning.

Anabel,

I was up all night

thinking about you...

and me.

A lot has happened,

a lot,

since I got here.

I arrived innocent.

Or at least that's what I told myself,
morning and night,

and now I've got some charges pending...

For escaping, for theft,

manslaughter...

and murder.

By my calculations, I'm going to be here
another 25 years or so.

And honestly, with a sentence that long,

what's the difference between 25 and 30?

Doesn't make much difference
in this shithole.

So you have two choices.

Option one: look at your arm, see my name,

and remember that...

I've got nothing to lose.

Option two is prepare to go to war.

You decide.

May I?

Listen.

I was thinking,

unlike these other crazy bitches,

I can trust you.

I'm going to escape.

I've got a plan, but I can't do it alone.

What do you say?

-I don't know.
-I'll take you wherever you want.

Where would you like to go?

I don't know.

To see your daughter?

No.

Susana, look at me.

A mother's bond with her child is sacred.

Where is she, Susana?

-Tell me.
-She's dead!

She died when she was one year old,
so how can you take me to her?

What's going on?

Anabel was about to
sell off a girl in the showers.

She's nicknamed Bambi because
she looks like a defenseless young fawn.

Her name is Cristina.

I know her. Continue.

She prostituted her,

whored her out to the older inmates

to perform oral sex on them.

She must have bitten
one of them or something.

Anabel was seething
and decided to sell her.

I bid on her.

And now Anabel says I owe her money and...

And she's stalking me.

I'm genuinely scared
for my life, Governor.

Macarena,

you're making a very serious allegation.

She's etched my name into her forearm,

and she shows me every time I see her.

She's got issues.

I'm sorry, I don't think that you pity me.

You're the person
that's had my back the most,

ever since I got here.

I'm sorry.

Sandoval says I'm depressed,

that I feel responsible
for my parents' deaths.

You're not responsible.

-You hear me?
-Yes.

You had to do it.

My father was so clear
about what was right and wrong.

He repeated it day after day.

"Be respectful,
don't do bad unto others, don't lie..."

And that's what I learned.

Soledad, can you confirm
the allegations Macarena Ferreiro

-has made against her?
-I can. They're true.

Anabel intimidates other inmates
and then prostitutes them.

None of them say anything
because they're so scared.

But respecting the values and honesty
that my father taught me

has never helped me in here.

Never.

Anabel had it in for her from day one.

She's forcing Macarena
to prostitute herself.

If I'd killed Zulema,

with all the opportunities I had,

my parents would still be alive.

They're beautiful.

They remind me of my childhood.

I spent the night dreaming,
but I was awake.

You know the feeling?

All the mistakes I've made in my life

are because I tried to be the person
my father wanted me to be,

but I can't be her.

I don't want to be.

Why the pills?
To keep your eyes open all night?

-So what are you going to do?
-For now,

every person making my life more difficult

is going to be dealt with.

Anabel,

have you ever prostituted fellow inmates?

I have nine inmates confirming
Macarena Ferreiro's accusations.

A murderer's accusation?

I'm well-behaved, Governor.
I have no violent convictions.

You can't trust those women,
they're criminals.

I suppose I shouldn't listen to

an officer confirming
those accusations either.

Nor should I believe my own eyes, Anabel.

We've found your drug stashes.

A pack of aspirin, a hairdryer,

coat hangers, and some toys
from the maternity ward.

You're making a mistake.
Don't punish me with such injustice.

They're quite clearly manipulating you.

I need you to show me your forearm.

It's you or them.

My father never taught me that one.

Take her to solitary.

What? What?

You knew my plan,

and you chose the easy route:

betray me and do it without me.

Now you won't need pills to spy on her.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández