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CELL 211

Valuable objects
are checked in here.

It keeps the inmates
from stealing.

They also hand over their mobile
phones, belts, blades, razors...

Anything the guard thinks is dangerous
gets removed.

- Shoelaces too?
- Yeah.

You wouldn't believe
what they do with shoelaces.

Scary?

Don't worry,
you'll get used to it fast.

You'd better. These bastards
end up getting out,

but you have to spend
your whole fucking life here.

You can see it's a fucking shambles.
All they do is patch it up.

We've got to wait till
they've finished the new centre.

The yard is obligatory
from 9:00am until lunchtime.

They have a blast out there.
Playing football, dealing stuff...

They've got it made.

In any case,
these are the calmer ones.

We keep the big shots apart.

We call this patio "the strip".
The only air a DSS ever breathes.

"Designated for Special Surveillance."

Murderers, jail breakers,
psychopaths...

The best of every home.

We used to mix them
with the others in the cell block,

but they'd go berserk over nothing.
They run the show in here.

Many have AIDS and years left to serve,
so they don't give a toss.

Nothing will happen to them
if they cut you, so why hold back?

It gives them status
with the other inmates.

Julian, this is Juan, the new guy.
He starts tomorrow.

Nice to meet you. Why's he here?

He was bored
so I'm showing him around.

- Don't scare him too much.
- No.

- Bye.
- They're artists.

- What is it?
- Worse than a shotgun.

It'll blow a hole right through you.
A piece of pipe and a spring to fire it.

- They can get powder?
- They can get anything.

If you've got the dough,
you can have sushi delivered.

- How do they get it in?
- Family members during personal visits.

Other stuff we get for them...

To find out what's going on,
get in with one of these boys.

That's how we came across
the shotgun.

A Colombian named Apache
gave it to us. You'll meet him.

We let him do his thing,
and he tells us what's up.

Listen, Juan.

Never trust any of them.

Never forget where you are,
and look them in the eye.

Never let them see you're scared.

Look them in the eye, but watch
their hands. They're like magicians.

Nothing here, nothing there...
and presto.

A nice little spoon.

- Bloody hell!
- Damn!

- Shit!
- It broke through the net.

- You all right down there?
- We're fine! Just a close shave!

Are you OK, son?

- What's wrong?
- Shit, you're bleeding.

Let's take him to the infirmary.

No, let's take him to cell 211.
It's empty.

Why didn't we take him
straight to the Infirmary?

I don't know.

Who could've imagined
what was going to happen?

Hey, Malamadre!

Stroll's over!

Everything OK down there?

We're fine! Just a close shave!

Germán, get the doctor.

Juan, stay calm.

Look at me, Juan.

Look at me, son. Come on.

Look at me, Juan. Look at me.

Juan... Juan, look at me.
Don't close your eyes.

Don't close your eyes!

They're taking the block!
We have to go!

- They'll kill us, come on!
- We can't leave him!

Come on, let's go! Please!

- Is the block sealed?
- Completely.

Even the security area
is locked down.

Did everyone get out?

Except Julian,
he was watching the strip.

OK, we screwed up.

We have to locate Malamadre.

I'll bet anything he's behind this.
And he has a hostage.

He has two.

Where did you come from?

Where did you come from?

Fucking shitty prison guards!

I'll slit your throats and
rip your bollocks off, you bastards!

Pincho!

Pincho!
Pincho, where's Malamadre?

Downstairs in the shop
with Tachuela and Apache.

Watch cell 211 for me.
Make sure nobody goes in or out.

Nobody!

His name is Juan Oliver.
He's 30 years old, married...

He starts work on the first.

- Tomorrow? What's he doing here?
- He wanted to see how things work.

This will give him an idea.
How come he was left inside?

That's what I'd like to know.

Come on, let's go.
They're waiting for you.

- Who?
- Fuck you!

Get outside!

Out! Go on!

Get out there!

Fucking move it!

He's with Pincho and Releches.
Trouble.

Those two do anything
Malamadre says.

Come on, damn it!

- And the cameras in the basement?
- They've smashed them all.

- We've got to go in.
- No. We wait for the SWAT team.

And get them killed
like Medina two years ago?

We have weapons for emergencies.

They're only for self-defence.

Or that of a co-worker.

- I'm sorry, but it's either them or us.
- What if they take a gun off us?

Armando's right. We have to wait.

Malamadre, here's the guy
I told you about.

- Where did you come from?
- From 211.

- That cell was empty.
- Not any more.

Why are you bleeding?

I got beaten up.

So the guards beat you up
on your first day.

You must've pissed them off.

Well...I do my best.

Hear that, Tachuela?

- He did his best.
- They wasted no time.

Besides ball-busting,
what are you in for?

First degree homicide.

- How much did they give you?
- 19 years.

- You're probably innocent.
- No.

I killed him and I'd do it again.

- I don't buy it.
- Why not?

Because you don't look like a killer.
You wouldn't hurt a fly.

So you're the prison shrink?

He's pushing his luck.

I wouldn't mind spending all day
in a white robe handing out Valium.

One for you, one for me!

Utrilla probably had
a lot of fun with him!

Put that out and strip down.

- What?
- Take off your clothes.

- What for?
- Mostly because I fucking said so.

- Lose the shirt!
- Don't be shy!

Go on!

- Cutie pie!
- Gorgeous!

- He's got nothing on!
- Nothing?

Look at that thing!
You're gonna love it here!

Hey,Bubba!
You've got competition!

Turn around, let them see you.

Somebody's gonna get
quite a mouthful!

How many have you strangled,
Superman?

OK, that's enough.
You've all had a little fun.

Back to your business.
Everybody out.

You'd better watch out. You could win
a beauty contest in here with that.

Who'd ever get undressed
in front of all these queers?

Apache.

Listen up. Have your men get rid
of the surveillance cameras.

- They've seen enough.
- Right.

- Where's my clean underwear?
- Did you check the second drawer?

I can only see the ones
you gave me.

So?

I can't wear these to work.

Why not?
You said you loved them.

I do, but they're personal.

So the gentleman wants to dress up
for his first day of work at the prison.

Don't make fun of me.

I just think it's funny
you're worried about your underwear.

I want to make a good impression.

Then don't wear anything.

You should leave a camera.

So they can see you later on,
when you want to negotiate.

Cover it up. That way you control
what they see and what they don't.

Not bad.

You just earned yourself
some underwear.

Get him a clean pair of shorts. He can't
go around with his balls hanging out.

Give him yours, dickhead. Move!

I'd leave that one.

Which one...Calzones?

That one.

It's Juan and he's with Malamadre.

What's he doing?

- Why's he covering the camera?
- Clever bastard!

What is it?

He's tricking them.
They think he's an inmate.

He's trying to tell us
he's fine and he's tricked them.

OK, let everybody get this clear.

Nobody outside this room must know
that Juan Oliver isn't an inmate.

If word gets out and
they hear something, he's fucked.

The SWAT team is here.

I hope this kid's a good liar.

Recognise this bastard?

Look closely.

Is he the wanker
who beat you up this morning?

No, it's not him.

How about that, Julian?
Today's your lucky day.

You were in for some real punishment.

But I bet you remember Muñeco here.

Muñeco remembers you
and your friends.

Went a bit too far, didn't you?

Look at him.
Look at his face, he's a zombie.

He wasn't pretty before, but now
he looks like shit. Wouldn't you say?

- Yes.
- Yes, what?

Yes, he looks like shit.

You insult him
and he doesn't even blink.

How many of you were in there
letting him have it? Four? Five?

You could hardly squeeze in there.
Then 20 days in the hole.

OK, come on. No hard feelings.

What's done is done.

We'll just leave you two alone
for a while so you can talk it over.

Talking about it always helps.
Right, Julian?

Be careful. If something happens to me,
you'll get nothing.

And what do you think I'd get for you?

A plate of spaghetti?

They don't give a shit about you!

Don't worry, Julian. I promise you'll have
a great time in the infirmary tonight.

Malamadre's word.

Let's go.

Hey, Calzones.
How are you at literature?

How did you hear about it?

What did they say?

Relax, if there was something up,
I'd tell you.

OK, bye.

Shit. They mentioned the prison riot
on the radio.

How do these people
find out about everything?

Some idiot always tells
his family about it.

How easy things look
from an office in Madrid.

They've decided
to teach them a lesson.

They're afraid they'll riot once a week,
like 10 years ago.

What about Julian and the other guy?
Nobody to negotiate?

They won't negotiate.

The order is to go in as soon as
the SWAT team sees an opening.

Then we should warn them
about the situation.

- What situation?
- The inmates in cell block 4.

It's empty. Inmates were moved
because of the building work.

No, not all of them.

Jon Arteaga. Alias: Potolo.
Ex-member of cell in San Sebastian.

Sentenced to 1,200 years in prison

for seven murders
and a thwarted kidnapping attempt.

Antxon Elorza, "The Professor".
Native of Renteria, 112-year sentence.

Asier Urrilicoechea.
Alias: Txiqui. 30 years old.

Sentenced to 8 years
for throwing a Molotov cocktail...

...causing severe burns
to a member of the Basque police...

I'm not accusing anyone.

What I'm saying is that the ETA story
wasn't us, you understand?

Hey, cut it out!

Are you trying to comb your way
out of here?

What should I do,
sit around waiting to get killed?

- Nobody's going to get killed.
- Hey, knock it off.

No speaking Basque.
We don't want any secrets.

Right, gentlemen, everybody out.

Move it!

What's he saying?

That he has three hostages
better than any guard.

He wants us to know
he's calling the shots.

Ernesto Almansa,
federal envoy sent to negotiate.

Jose Roca, I'm the warden.

We gave them a walkie-talkie
but they still haven't tried to contact us.

Staging all this with the ETA members
in the middle...

...he's trying to win over
his audience.

How long have we complained
to anyone who'd listen?

For years to judges,
to the district attorney, to newspapers...

And what did we get?
Nothing but bullshit! Bullshit!

But now, with our friends
from the north,

they're gonna listen to us for real!

Because this time
we've got them by the balls!

By the balls!

By the balls!

This was 10 years ago,
in Puerto de Santa Maria.

They should've fried
the son of a bitch.

He has nothing to lose.
He knows he'll never get out.

So he won't be easy to reason with.

The ETA members were transferred
to that cell block yesterday,

the same day they were supposed
to leave. This is no coincidence.

- What do you mean?
- They must've had this information.

And it had to come from somewhere.

This isn't the time
to look for those responsible.

We're about to play a game of poker
with a murderer.

We'll mark the cards, of course.

But I'd like to make sure he doesn't know
my next move beforehand.

Conejo...

Conejo was in the cell
next to Malamadre.

Conejo's in the infirmary.
He was having cramps.

Let me talk to him.
I'll find out who tipped them off.

In this situation,
we have no choice but to try.

Utrilla. The cure better not be worse
than the illness.

By the way,
has Juan's wife been notified?

- Hi.
- Hi.

One kilo of tomatoes, please.

"Demands."

- See that, Tachuela?
- Very good.

Did you see his handwriting?

He writes better than my last lawyer,
I never understood a word he wrote.

- Right, since you can't read...
- I read fucking great.

Writing is the problem.

- You have to do it every day.
- Right, that must be it.

I can tell you're good at it.

You must work in a bank
or an office or something.

- I was studying to be a civil servant.
- What kind? A cop?

Post office.

Right.

And suddenly you kill some fucker
and it all goes to hell.

All those letters and telegrams...

Come on, Malamadre. Get to it.

First of all, that supervisor.

- What's that fucker's name?
- Benigno.

No, Maligno.
His name is Maligno.

Get rid of him.

We're sick of him giving his blessing
to all the shit they do to us.

You can't keep a man isolated
for 20 days straight

in a fucking hole with no light,
nobody to talk to...

You're even grateful
when they come and beat you.

At least you can yell at somebody.

Personal visits.

Every two weeks,
not whenever they feel like it.

They pull the plug on you here
and nobody says a damn thing.

You wanna keep giving it
to your wife, don't you?

Or don't you feel like it any more?

What happened, you catch her
with someone and lose your head?

You must've gone crazy. Otherwise
I can't imagine you using a knife.

It wasn't a knife.

And it had nothing to do with my wife.

The doctor.

No more treating people through bars.

No wonder they mistake cancer
for diarrhoea.

Like Morao.

Guy was screaming all day long,
his head was bursting.

In the end, he had a tumour
the size of a kiwi fruit.

They took it out
after he was already dead.

They found him in your place,
cell 211.

Sitting there with his veins open
because nobody gave a fuck.

Morao...

This is Ernesto Almansa, the national
envoy sent to negotiate. Who is this?

Felipe Gonzalez. You know the drill.
No bullshit, let's get this over with.

That's what we want. The sooner
this is over, the easier for everyone.

Can we speak in person?

You know where to find us.

We should meet in the security zone.

No, no. None of that bullshit.
You wanna talk, come on in.

All right, all right.

But uncover the camera
so they can see me from outside.

What, don't you trust us?

Don't worry, you'll be fine.
We know what respect means.

Sorry, but without the camera
there's no way.

OK, you want the camera,
you got it.

How about in 15 minutes?

Fine by me.
I'm not going anywhere.

Turn it towards the block.

That's Apache.
He controls the Colombians.

The other one is Tachuela,
Malamadre's right hand.

If he's watching that door,
there's a reason.

The hostages must be in there,
but we have to confirm it.

What a bastard!

You're head over heels.

She's got you by the balls.
What's her name?

Elena. Her name's Elena.

Elena. Is she hot?

I'm just asking,
a friend's wife is sacred to me.

She's pregnant. We're having a kid.

Shit, that's fucked up.

I mean getting put in jail,
not having a kid.

We have to be careful.

You sure the new guy
can be trusted?

- Can anybody?
- People we know.

You guys, us...

He only just got here.

He was a dealer.

The guy I killed.

He gave my brother some bad shit
and it killed him.

And you went after him?

That takes guts.

Fucking drugs.

When someone new comes along,
you have to keep an eye on him.

That's why Malamadre
is always with him.

He writes good.

That's great. He can write letters
to old ladies for us.

If you want, I can take a little stroll
and have him checked out.

Not a bad idea.

OK. It's showtime. Come on.

OK, Calzones. Frisk the gentleman
and let's get to it.

You've heard by now
that this isn't my first riot.

- So let's skip the bullshit, OK?
- Fine with me.

They're in the bathroom.

He's clean.

Hey, Daddy!

They couldn't send anybody smaller?

How about it, Calzones?
He's like that song.

I married a dwarf
for a laugh...

- You'd rather talk to somebody else?
- I was only joking, little man.

What are your demands?

Give him the paper.

It's all there, in pretty handwriting.

- I'll have to talk to the Ministry.
- Go ahead, talk to whoever you want.

Keep the list, it's for you.

I have to see the hostages
to make sure they're all right.

Sorry, but they're taking a nap
and I'm not waking them up.

Don't worry,
we're treating them great.

- But...
- What did I say?

Didn't we agree no bullshit?

Take the list, turn around

and don't come back
without something nice to say. OK?

Go.

Hold on a second.
I have a couple of errands for you.

You like seafood?

We want shrimp for everybody.

Bring sandwiches,
fruit and 40 kilos of shrimp.

And 100g of coke and another
100g of speed to keep everyone awake.

I can tell by your face
we're gonna be here for a while.

I'll see what I can do.

"I'll see what I can do."

You see, Calzones?

They always say that.
"I'll see what I can do."

They never talk straight,
and then people get hurt.

- You want someone to get hurt?
- Certainly not.

Hey, short-arse!

Before anything,
I want this man to talk to his wife.

- To his wife?
- Yeah, she's pregnant and he's worried.

Do you have to talk
to the Ministry for that?

Don't look at me like that.
It's what you wanted.

He can come with me
and use the phone.

All right.

But if anything happens to my friend,
we'll let the bulls run loose.

Don't worry, nothing will happen to him.
Let's go.

He's leaving with him.
He did it.

Open the door.

Fuck!

- Fuck!
- Something happened in the block.

Close the door.

Close the door!

- Turn the camera.
- We can't lose sight of them.

Do it, damn it!

Go and see what the fuck's going on.

Move it!

If this is a trick...

Follow him.

Son of a bitch.

You have my word,
we're not behind this.

- What's going on?
- How should I know?

It's all right!

It's all right!

What are they looking at?
They're looking up. Raise it.

- That stupid Elvis killed Sebas.
- So what?

I warned him! Fucker!

Busting my balls all the time!
He asked for it.

- That guy looks dead.
- Yeah, he's dead.

Is he one of the hostages?

Get him inside!
Don't let them see him!

Get him inside! Get him inside!

- Is that him?
- It could be.

We have to go in.

Attention all units, we're going in.

What the fuck are they doing?

We have to get them out of here!

Malamadre's the only one
who gives orders around here!

Who the fuck do you think told me?

Four, and we go in. Four...

- They're coming in!
- Put them in front of the camera!

The SWAT team!

Three...

- Move!
- The SWAT team's coming in!

Two...

- One...
- There they are.

The hostages are in the block!

Abort! Abort!

Remain calm.
The operation has been aborted.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Remain calm.

They're not coming in!

Let's go! Let's go!

Calzones!

It worked out this time,
but act alone again and I'll crush you.

We've received conflicting reports,

but the deceased could be
one of the ETA members

being held hostage since this morning.

The news has sparked
an immediate reaction in several prisons

where members of the terrorist group
are more numerous.

Of course you can quote me.
The three hostages are alive.

I don't know where you heard that,
but it's completely false.

...the Basque government
has expressed concern.

More and more family members

and onlookers have gathered
outside the prison to confirm reports

that one inmate has died
and several others have been injured.

The only new information we have
is an ambulance entered five minutes ago

but that's all we know.

You son of a bitch!
You're trying to kill me!

How did Malamadre find out
about the members of ETA?

Who told him? Who?

He locked himself in with him.

- How long ago?
- Half an hour, but he's in bad shape.

He wouldn't let me give him
anything for the pain.

There's an ambulance waiting outside.

- Don't worry, I'll talk to him.
- If he goes too far...

Give me something!
I can't take it any more! I'm dying!

I don't care if you burst right here!

Tell me or we'll wait
until you're pissing rocks!

That's enough, you're going to kill him.
We can hear him outside.

Besides, this is no way
to treat a human being.

What?

It isn't?

Now that you came in
playing good cop,

it'll be twice as hard
to make him talk.

Twice as hard, you hear me?

Talk, motherfucker! Talk!

Talk!

Borrego...

Borrego told him.

- The barber?
- Yeah.

He hears about everything.
He cuts everybody's hair.

Give him an aspirin, he's earned it.

You should know I'm reporting this.

- I'm sorry, but I can't cover it up.
- You can't?

- Then why didn't you stop me?
- I told you to stop.

Did that make you feel better?

It's nice to have me around

when someone has to stand up
to these fuckers.

Armando, a call for you
in the warden's office. It's urgent.

Go on, don't keep them waiting.

- Elena?
- Yes.

This is Armando,
I work with your husband.

Well, we met this morning.

I'm sorry, but Juan can't talk right now.
He's in another block.

I just saw the news. They say
there's a riot and people have died.

Don't believe the TV,
they always exaggerate.

There was trouble, but only in one block
and it's completely isolated.

By the way, Juan said you're pregnant.

- How far along?
- Six months.

Listen, he's not answering
his mobile phone.

He must have checked it in.

They don't allow mobile phones
for safety reasons.

Tell her to go home.

Look, I have an idea,
why don't you go home?

When I see Juan
I'll tell him to meet you there.

- That you're worried. OK?
- Yeah, OK.

Juan said you're getting
the apartment ready. That's great.

Anyway, take care. And don't worry,
not every day is like this.

- Talk to you later.
- OK, bye.

Good. Very good.

When she gets home, the police
will notify her. It's for the best.

See? I was right.
They love you guys.

And I thought they'd take
the shrimp thing as a joke...

If you want to laugh,
go laugh with the txakurras.

Nobody laughs at me.

Relax, we all know
you're the big murderer here.

Compared to you, we're all amateurs.

Though you always kill
from a distance.

Boom and that's that.

I bet you're pretty courageous.

I have balls enough
to gut you right here.

If any one of you lays a finger on us,
kiss your whole family goodbye.

You might be doing me a favour.

My only family is my cousin in La Corufia
and he's a fucking prick.

Let's take it easy.

This will be over in a few hours
and we can go our own ways.

You fight your war and we'll fight ours.

What if they don't meet your demands?

I don't know.

What would you do if you were me?

Stay with me. You don't have
to go in until tomorrow.

I already told you.

I want to make an impression.

Show them someone responsible,

with his home, his wife, his child...

Well, almost.

Well...too bad.

- What are you doing?
- Me? Nothing.

Weren't you leaving?

Yeah.

But I can go in later.
I don't have to clock in.

PRISON

Fucking Tachuela! Always the same.

The one from the trial,
when we busted out...

Remember how hot she was?
She was amazing.

She had huge tits,
in the middle of the courtroom,

and his knife to her throat...
"Oh, no! I'm going to faint!"

- And this homo says, "if you faint...
- "...I'll cut you!"

And she says, "No, no, I won't faint!"

I looked over and thought,
"He's feeling her up!"

He was more worried about feeling
her tits than escaping from prison.

Fucking lawyer!

What a son of a bitch.

Goddammit.

Six months of vacation we had there.

You had longer,
they didn't catch you for a year.

11 months and 3 days.

Know what I remember most
about those six months?

Drinking a beer on the beach
at La Victoria in Cadiz.

The place was nothing special.
More crowded than Japan.

But just sitting there...

...so relaxed...

...with my beer and the sea.

- How are things down here?
- Fine.

Living it up, Malamadre.

- You've never been better.
- That's right.

The shrimp was a great idea.

Here you go. Eat.
I don't want you to go without.

You're kidding, right?

I didn't say talk, I said eat.

Know the joke
about the two guys from Bilbao

who went looking for mushrooms?

One of them says,
"Look, Txomin. I found a Rolex."

The other one says, "Are we looking
for Rolexes or mushrooms?"

Just like this fucking idiot
killing Sebas during the riot.

What's your fucking problem?

You think we set all this up so you
could do whatever you fucking wanted?

I should fucking kill you!

You almost screwed this up
for everybody, you idiot!

That's enough, he's got the point.

You think so?
He's pretty fucking stupid.

Did you get the point
or do you want dessert?

I got it.

I got it.

I'm glad.

They're talking about us in English!

It's Juan.

Juan Oliver, you hear me?

Check it out!

Zamora, they're talking in English.

What are they saying?

That they're the first terrorists
ever taken hostage in Spain.

You were right, Malamadre.
We sure fucked them good!

What are they saying? What?

Apparently they've had riots
in other prisons.

Malamadre,
I'm gonna take the TV outside.

Break the lock.

Somebody answer,
I don't have time for this.

The hostages are in 219. Hear me?
In 219, but I don't know for how long.

They're moving them constantly.

- This is Almansa.
- Finally!

Come on.
Be careful, it's glass!

Be careful!

Over there, in the corner.

Have you talked to Elena?
Did you tell her not to worry, I'm OK?

Yeah, she's fine.
She's proud of what you're doing.

What are they saying?

They're talking about all the people
killed by ETA.

LIVE FROM ZAMORA

That's my sister!
That's Maria, my sister!

- That's Susi!
- Give me the remote.

Something's gonna happen.

People are nervous.
Something's gonna happen.

What about the injured people?
They won't tell us anything.

This will be a bloodbath if you come in.
What are you going to do?

I can't tell you that.

My life is at stake
and you can't tell me?

We're not allowed
to endanger the ETA members.

That's the agreement we have
with the Basque government.

Let's burn it down!

Let's burn it down!

Where's the walkie?

They're preparing an entry, but only
if the ETA members are in danger.

What about me?

Why not just meet their demands
and get it over with?

It's not that easy, Juan.

If we give in now, tomorrow
this could happen everywhere.

But I'm in here today!

Can't you just give them something
and get me the fuck out of here?

- Well?
- It's not there.

Son of a bitch!

If one of these bastards took it,
I'll fucking kill him.

Be careful, someone will steal it.

You left it on the table.

Yes?

- I'm looking for Juan Oliver.
- Who?

Juan Oliver.

- Is he an inmate?
- No, he works here.

Actually he starts tomorrow
but he came in today.

- I talked to somebody named Armando.
- Armando Nieto?

- I don't know his last name.
- Hold on a minute.

Who died?
On TV they said somebody got killed!

What's his name?

- We need to know!
- Where's my brother?

Malamadre has us all in trouble again.

See if the motherfucker gets us all killed.
Son of a bitch!

Who did that to you?

Nobody.

Was it Utrilla?

Yes, it was him.

Would you shut up?

Don't worry, I'm not like him.
You can trust me.

I don't think I said anything.

I didn't even remember it was him.

When did I cut Utrilla's hair?
Over 8 days ago.

Almansa.

It was Utrilla.

The barber who cuts their hair
also does guards.

He mentioned the transfer of the ETA
members and Malamadre heard about it.

Not bad.

Saving himself 10 euros on a haircut
has killed 3 people.

Three?

Two more deaths in Nanclares de la Oca,
a guard and an ETA prisoner.

Emilio Dominguez Arriola
is the name of the guard

whose death has been confirmed
in the riots at Nanclares de la Oca.

With 15 years of service, he was
transferred here three months ago.

As of this moment, ETA-related
prisoners have been isolated

in all prisons as a security precaution.

You can't stay here!

You must leave the premises!

Walk in an orderly fashion to the exit.

Hey, an ambulance is leaving!

Have Lorenzo and Matias meet me
in the stockroom.

On the double!

Step away from the ambulance!

Step away from the ambulance!

Fuck!

What the hell are you doing out there?

I don't know what you mean.

People are getting
fucking brutalised out there!

The riot police probably had no choice.
Don't worry.

Nothing will happen, you have my word.

Your word isn't worth shit!

You better watch out.

Somebody asked me to find out
if you could be trusted.

And?

You can't be.

There's plenty weird about you.

Why are you telling me this?
Malamadre is over there.

I always give a man
a chance to defend himself.

Or to offer something in exchange.

Elena!

Elena's out there!
Give me the walkie-talkie!

Give it to me, Elena's out there!
Give it to me!

Elena is out there!

- Get her out of there!
- What?

What the fuck are you doing?

Stop the riot police,
Juan's wife is out there.

- What's she doing there?
- I don't give a damn.

He saw her on TV.
We have to cut the signal.

Get back!

Get back!

What's happening?

What's happening?

Can you imagine
if we could be like this forever?

I wouldn't mind.

But the baby will have
to go to school someday.

Do you realise you worry more
about the baby than I do?

You know what they say.

Children change your life.

Yeah, they say that.

But I don't want our life to change.

Promise me it won't change,
that you'll love me and fuck me the same.

Almansa, what the fuck happened
to the TV?

A demonstrator threw a Molotov cocktail
and the antenna caught fire.

We're trying to get the signal back.

You'd better fix it.
And I want a list of the people injured.

All right, but I'll need time.

You have half an hour.

What about Calzones's wife?
You found her, right?

Yeah, she's fine.

In any case, tell Calzones
we had her taken to the hospital

to make sure everything's OK.

Hold on, tell him yourself.

I want to talk to Elena.

I'll see what I can do.

But I don't think the doctors
want to upset her right now.

You said she was fine.

Yes, she is.

But apparently they took her in
as a precaution.

I have to see her.

I think that's the best idea.

I can have you taken to the hospital,
you'll be back in an hour.

I have to go.

No, I'm sorry, Calzones.

Not now.

You're not the only one
with people out there.

And if you hurt anybody out there,
I'll go berserk.

It's the only fucking thing
you people understand.

Don't bother. They put up inhibitors.

One on each side of the roof,
jamming the frequency.

The fuckers are going
out of their way.

They don't want us to find out.
Something big must have happened.

Why don't you ask them?
Just take the walkie-talkie again.

Have you thought
about our conversation?

I have nothing to offer you.

What did they promise you?
Second degree murder?

And what about me?
What do I get for keeping quiet?

What?

Nothing?

I might as well just talk to Malamadre.

Too bad for you.

Your credit has run out.

Wait.

Wait, maybe there is something.

A piece of paper.

"Weapon, sink, cell 233."

In your handwriting. Sound familiar?

I don't know. Show it to me.

If you want,
we can show it to Malamadre,

see what he thinks.

Let me out.

You and me are gonna make a deal.

Find out what really happened out there,
and I'll give you that paper.

So you can wipe your arse with it.

These graphic images recorded earlier
have caused an uproar.

Was the police response too severe?

Elena Vazquez Guardiola,
from Santander,

remains hospitalised in Zamora

under supervision due to her injuries.

How was I supposed to know
she was out there?

You're the one who shouldn't
have been out there.

You're suspended from service.
And you can pack your bags.

When this gets out,

you'll never set foot in a prison again.

If you play your cards right,
you're out in 7 years.

I'll take the wrap for this.

Just say you were scared shitless...

...that you went along with it.

That's what half these guys will say.

At age 7,
a kid wouldn't even realise.

If I were you, I'd tell Elena
never to bring him here.

The less to remind you
of the outside, the better.

I have a kid somewhere.
His mother was from Murcia.

A really feisty chick.

She had no idea
I was an escaped fugitive.

Does he look like you?

I don't know. I hope not.

He must be 8 by now.

But I've never seen him.
"Out of sight..."

The list.

Only four?
They were clubbing people left and right!

Fucking bastards.

Almansa really fucked up this time.

What are you doing?

If you kill him, they'll come in.
That's all they care about.

They'll shoot their way in!
It'll be a massacre!

Tell him to leave.
If he comes in here, I'll kill him!

- Calm down, Tachuela.
- Calm down, my arse!

You want to be remembered as
the madman who led them to slaughter?

I don't give a shit!
I told him he'd pay if he fucked with us.

That's how it is.

- Hold him.
- Cut off his ear!

That'll show them we mean business.
They won't risk coming in over an ear.

Wait.

- What for?
- I'm thinking, damn it!

Fuck this shit!
Come here. Come here!

You're gonna cut off his ear.

Here. Cut off his ear.

Cut off his ear.
Cut off his ear! Cut it off!

Cut off his ear.

It's the list of people injured.

- Malamadre wants to see you.
- What for?

Malamadre.

What faces!

What, did somebody die?

Apache found out
about the riot outside.

At least 20 people were injured
and 7 are hospitalised.

Some of them serious.

Among them, Elena.

Show him.

She shows up here.
It's poor quality, copied from the news.

They said her name
is Elena Vazquez Guardiola.

That's Elena, right?

That's a guard, Utrilla.

They call him the Old Bitch.

The Old Bitch!

He always liked hitting people.

I want to see him.

Utrilla!

Call from upstairs.
They want to see you.

All I've done is string them along.
They don't trust me any more.

They can't send someone else
to negotiate?

Malamadre said no. He asked for you.
He prefers somebody he knows.

Armando should go.

He's the new chief, right?

They should see nothing has changed.

If you don't want to do it,
you don't have to.

- Officially you've been suspended.
- We'll talk about that later.

Happy with yourself, arsehole?
Nice mess you've made.

Like my friend says, "I do my best."

Utrilla sure has balls!

Don't move, motherfucker.

Open your mouth and I'll kill you.

Now you and me are gonna walk
down those stairs, got it?

Where is he going? Stay there!

- They're going downstairs.
- Where?

Downstairs to the basement.

Check the block. Turn the camera!

- Turn it.
- Quickly.

Turn it, turn it, hurry up.

They're gone.

Shit, it's empty. It's a trap.
It's a fucking trap!

We have to get Utrilla out of there.

I'm calling the Ministry.
We need authorisation.

No, no. There's no time for that.

Say the word and I'll go in.

I'm sorry, I can't make that decision.

Maintain your position.

- What was that?
- Maintain your position.

The Old Bitch.

His wife is the one
you beat up out there.

- I didn't see her coming.
- A pregnant woman?

I didn't have time to react.
It was an accident.

Leaving her there was an accident?

You clubbed her and left her there.

See it?

Now do you see it?

Piece of shit!

Take it easy, damn it.

- What happened to Elena?
- I don't know.

You don't know?

They took her to the hospital,
that's all I know.

You didn't even ask about her?
Bullshit! Look at me.

Look at me! Look at me.

Tell me the truth or you're dead.

If she'd been badly hurt,
I would be suspended at home.

I want to talk to her.
I need her to tell me she's OK.

Here.

Tell him if Elena doesn't
pick up the phone, we'll kill him.

That'll get their attention.

I want to talk to Elena!

Juan, this is Armando.
Do you remember me?

Yeah, I remember you.

Listen to me, Juan.

Elena can't talk to you right now.
She's been sedated.

You're lying to me, damn it.
You're lying to me too!

Calm down, let me explain...

She can't be sedated,
she's pregnant!

Unless she lost the baby.
Is that it?

Did she lose the baby?

If she lost it, tell me!

That's it, right?

You're afraid to tell me.
That's why you've been lying all along!

Look,Juan.

You'd better come out.

Tell Malamadre
to let you come see Elena.

I already asked him and he said no.

Yeah, but now it's different.

Why?

She isn't dead, is she?

Elena isn't dead...

I'm sorry, Juan.

I truly am.

We just got the news.

We wanted to wait
until all this was over

to explain what happened to you.

Get the fuck off me!

He's a guard!

Calzones is a guard!

Get off him! Get off him!
Get off him!

Calzones is a guard!

Look me in the eye, damn it!

He's not an inmate!

He tricked you!

He tricked you! He lied to you all!

He's a guard, damn it!

Tell them, Calzones!

Tell them who you are!
See if they still feel sorry for you!

Tell them, damn it!

Tell them!

Tell them...

A smart girl like you,
so pretty, and me...

You being so ugly and stupid...

First a slaughterhouse,
now a prison.

It's not like I'm an engineer.

You could have anybody.

Somebody who could give you stuff.

I don't want stuff.

I want you.

MY FUCKING HEAD HURTS

SICK, SICK, SICK...

MORAO'S HEADACHE
KILLED HIM HERE

CAR BOMB IN MADRID
ETA RESPONDS TO RIOT IN ZAMORA

What about what Utrilla said?

- I don't give a fuck what he said.
- What if it's true?

- What about this?
- Leave it there for now.

- What did Apache say?
- He didn't find anything.

He had the guts to kill that fucker.

He's up to his neck in shit
just like everybody else.

Hello.

Ernesto Dueñas.

I've been sent directly by the President
to find a solution.

A bit late, no?

Excuse me?

If they'd been on the ball,
we might not still be here.

You're probably right.

This situation should have been
handled differently.

I have full authority to make a deal.

We studied your requests before coming,

and we're in a position
to concede in most cases.

We'd have to discuss certain details.

It's Utrilla.

A prison guard.

I'm responsible for his death.

You're Juan.

My name is Juan Oliver
and this is only the beginning.

Meet our demands
or we'll kill all three hostages.

They'll be dead before the SWAT team
can get to them, just like him.

He says they'll meet our demands.

We just need to work out a few details.

And what will happen after that?

Your conditions will improve.

For how long?

I don't understand.

How long before you go back
to doing whatever you want with us?

All they want is to stop this
and lock us up before anyone notices.

We're trash,

and what you do with trash
is take it out so it doesn't stink.

He might not be the right person
to be negotiating...

Why?

Because they killed Elena?

I might as well hang myself
in my cell and get out of the way.

I wouldn't be the first.

Do you know how the guy in cell 211
before me died?

No, I don't.

We can't trust him.

They can't be trusted!

There's only one way.

They have to commit in public.
So they can't break their word.

Make them say on TV
they'll end the DSS program.

To hell with solitary confinement!

Abolish DSS and publicly acknowledge
all the people who have died here.

You have one hour.

We want to see the minister
on TV in one hour

saying this shit is over, you got that?

Maybe I'd better give you a little while
to talk over the situation.

There's nothing to discuss.

We're all behind him.

Shut down DSS
or you'll be hosing blood off the walls!

You're a fucking dead man!
Nobody shows me up!

You know I'm right.

What did I tell you? What?

That if you acted alone
I would gut you.

You also said
this was the chance of a lifetime.

Don't bullshit me!
You can't trick me!

You're just trying to get back
at them. Am I right?

Things are getting out of hand.

They're scared.

Why do you think
they sent a government official?

This is bigger than we imagined.

What will happen if the hostages die?

I'll be remembered as the madman
who led everyone to slaughter.

Ring a bell?

Things have changed.

Yeah, now you don't care
if they kill us all.

You just said in front of everyone
we're going all the way.

Are you gonna keep your word?

Are you?

Malamadre always keeps his word.

Take the hostages up to cell 225.

Tell Releches not to let anyone in
unless I say so.

- What are you gonna do?
- Just do as I say, damn it!

- Malamadre.
- Wham'?

We have to talk.

Almansa?
I have nothing to say to you.

We have something important
to tell you.

You know what we want to hear.

And you know it's madness.
We have to find a way out.

This better not be a trap
so you can shoot me.

If you thought it was a trap,
you wouldn't have come. Pick up the file.

It was a trick all along.

Juan isn't an inmate, he's a guard.

He was supposed to start today,
but he got caught by the riot.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.
This is a trick, you bastard.

This is just paper and a photo.

What Utrilla said was true.

How the fuck do you know
what Utrilla said?

Juan isn't our only insider.

He was helping us
until his wife got hurt.

Now he's on his own. He doesn't give
a shit about anything and you know it.

Why the fuck
are you giving me this now?

What for?

So I'll kill him?

The government's offer stands.

You could be on the street
in a year, maybe less.

He tricked us.

Malamadre, he tricked us.

All of us.
That bastard tricked us all.

And now those fuckers are in trouble
and they want us to kill him.

Not even the filthiest rat in here
would betray someone like that.

That guy is the fucking rat, Malamadre.

He lied to us and he has to pay for it.

The problem is the others
are behind him now.

We tell everyone he's a guard, period!

What he asked for is crazy.
They'll never do it.

These people will never
admit defeat on TV.

When they give you something,
they do it quietly, in secret.

Have they ever given you anything?

Have they ever really given us anything?

He's a son of a bitch, but he's right.
They're scared.

We have to go all the way.

Open UP, Open up!

What?

I already told you!
He's losing blood!

You have to get him out of here!

- It's almost time.
- Open up, damn it!

Fuck!

It's time.

They have 10 minutes.

They might still call.

You're right.
A lot can happen in 10 minutes.

They're here.
Alpha and Bravo distract them.

Xavi drops down from the roof
and heads for cell 225.

They might have time to kill them.

No, there'll be no resistance
when we reach the cell.

I have to quit smoking.

Ever seen what it does to your lungs?

All black and disgusting.

I don't think it will be what kills you.

You're a real jerk, Calzones.
You know that, right?

I do my best.

Your best and more.

It takes a lot of balls
to do what you did.

Standing up there and telling everyone
you were an inmate.

Though things got screwed up
in the end with Elena.

Sometimes life fucks you up
and you don't even realise.

They asked me to kill you.

What did you tell them?

To go to fucking hell.

Now you and me
are going out that door,

and we're gonna do
what we said we'd do.

And when the shit hits the fan,

you'd better hope they kill me quick
because if they don't,

I swear I'm gonna skin you alive.

Get that straight.
Nobody makes a fool of Malamadre.

Whatever happens,
you're not leaving here alive.

That's what you wanted, right?

If those bastards don't tell me,
you will, right?

There's no way ever to be sure.

The TV's back on!

Hey, look! The TV's back on!

...the Ministry of the Interior related
to the violence that began yesterday

at the prison in Zamora...

It's the end of DSS!

They're coming in!

They're coming in!

Kill the hostages! Do it now!

There's no time!

Bullshit!

That Way!

Throw them outside, damn it!

Come on, damn it!

Calzones!

Goddammit!

Calzones.

Calzones, look at me.

Look at me. You're OK.

You're OK. Look at me. Look at me!

Look at me. Stay here, with me.

- Damn it!
- They killed Malamadre!

They killed Malamadre and Calzones!

They killed Calzones and Malamadre!

They wish they could.

But not yet, right, Calzones?

We'll get those bastards.

We'll get those bastards good!

Motherfucker!

Yeah, that's him.

That's Juan Oliver.

The resolution of a crisis of this sort
is never completely satisfying,

but I think, as a whole,

the final outcome can be
considered a success.

This one's still alive!

Given the risks and
the limited options at our disposal,

the appearance of an alternative to
a possible collaboration with Malamadre

made all the difference.

You could say the wall had more cracks
than we at first imagined

and we were able to exploit them
in time.

On the negative side,

we mustn't forget that we were unable
to get Juan Oliver out of there alive.

Personally, I must say
I'll never forgive myself for that.

MORAO'S HEADACHE
KILLED HIM HERE

CALZONES DIED HERE

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