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Zulema!
I'm going to get you!

I'm going to get you!

Fuck, let's go!
We're fucking out!

The fence!

Up!

Come on!

Let's go!

Here it is.

Let's go!

I'm not coming.

When I'm safe, do what you like.
Now get in the fucking car!

Get in!

Come on!

The gun...

- Take off that shit now!
- Come on, undress!

Take off your clothes, come on!
Let's dress like girls.

Take it off.

Come on!

Blondie, come on!

Come on!

For fuck's sake!

Go and get her!

Fuck that bitch, come on!
Start the car!

Macarena!

Stop!

She's dead.

What a pity.

You just killed her.

You only had to wait.

30, 40, 50 minutes
and then leave.

Now you're screwed.
Look.

- Look.
- Come on, let's move!

You decide.
Are you coming or staying?

- You have 5 seconds. Tick tock...
- Come on!

Tick tock...

LOCKED UP
by minouhse
www.addic7ed.com

Hi, honey.

I'm here with you.

It's OK.
You've given everything.

You suffered an assault

and you lost a lot of blood.
That's why you're here.

But don't you worry.

Don't worry, everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

I missed you so much.

Well, it looks
like you're completely awake.

I'm glad to see
that there are parts of you...

unharmed by the beating.

I want a separation.

Send patrols
to motorways A4, A5 and A6.

I want extensive surveillance
in airports, train and bus stations.

I want to see the escapees'
photos everywhere.

Make their faces appear on tonight's
news. Martínez, call the judge.

Ask for a warrant to tap
their families' phones.

Castillo!

The car used in the escape has been
found abandoned in an open field

at kilometre 53 of Badajoz road.

Activate all cameras on the A5
like it's Big Brother.

Come on, move!

Motherfuckers!

This way, please.

Who knows
where the fuck they are now.

Let's go.

If any of you start
acting like a moron,

I'll sprinkle you with gasoline
and set you on fire.

Is that clear?

Relax, bitch!

None of us want
to go back to prison.

Hey.

- Buy me some sweets.
- I heard you.

Where the fuck are you going?
Didn't you hear Zulema?

I've been wanting to pee for hours,
and I'm not going to wait any longer.

- So I'm going to the toilet.
- You're a pain in the arse.

Do what you want, but don't
make me come looking for you.

Or are you going
to break my neck too?

Murderer!

Let's see...

Oh, I have a mind
like a sieve!

I know you don't accept €500 notes,
but I've left my credit cards at home.

This is all I've got.

Very good.

And...

Keep the change.

Goodbye!

What the fuck
are we doing here?

I don't know.

Do they know anything?

I don't think so.

- In the toilet.

- She's just dumb.

Come on!

Come on, please!

Who's that?

Come on, Dad, please!

- Pick up, please!
- Pick it up.

Hello?

Hello?

What?

Are you coming to pee with me too?

To pee and to poo.

- Come on.
- I'm coming.

We're wasting our time.

- Calm down.

She didn't show up at court.
Neither did you.

What's going on?

I've called you more than 15 times
and you haven't picked up.

- We had to...

- We've killed the Egyptian.
- Please...

this isn't the place to discuss this.

Can they catch you for that?

Don't worry, Mum.

No one will look
for that bastard.

And they're not going to find him
where we buried him.

Thank you, God.

Thank you, God.

Thank you, God.

Excuse me.

I've asked you here to update you
on the events of the last few hours.

Your daughter has escaped from prison
together with four other inmates.

The escape was led by Zulema.

They escaped through a tunnel,
like in the fucking movies.

It doesn't make any sense.

Macarena was going to meet the judge.
Her case was going to be revised.

I guess she won't be released.
Watch this.

We just received this tape
from a CCTV 3 hours ago.

During the escape, Macarena
had a fight with one of the inmates.

And she killed her.

I'm sorry.

- One more.

24 times three, 72.

- I bet you this seafood I have here

- that they're here in 48 hours.
- You're such a pig!

- It's already taken.
- 47 then!

You girls value Zulema so little!

No one digs a hole for 5 months
for a few hours of freedom.

I value the cops!

They've caught my husband
and brother-in-law 20 times.

It's true, ain't it?

But your brother-in-law doesn't
have €9 million in his van, Antonia.

Don't underestimate
Gypsy's power.

I think they'll never be found
and the bank will keep everything.

I say they don't reach 23 hours.

They'll be here
before the day is over.

Do you want to bet?

But don't do it
with your heart, zebra!

It's not good to mix
business and cunnilingus.

Come on, beauty, no one escapes
when they're about to be released.

So Macarena will come back.

All right, drama queen.

Let's bet on something else. How will
Sole come out of the operating room?

I say in a bodybag!

You're an arsehole, Anabel.

- Warden, the workers are here.
- Take them to the laundry.

Tell them to fill in
that damn hole at once!

Do you know what you have
in your cells, Ms. Aguirre?

Scum.

To put it bluntly,
they're bitches.

Do you think
that scum like poetry?

So far this year,
you've spent €5,300 on books.

Not even Camilo José Cela
spent that much on his damn library.

It's the only investment we've made.

That and the gym remodelling.

I do think they need to read,
being inside those walls for so long.

The walls where
they dig holes to escape?

Relax, they don't bite.

- Look who's coming.
- What a body!

Hey, sexy!

- No, ma'am.

No? So you have these two here
to start your training.

What are you doing?
Stay back!

Let him touch me,
I'm going to drain him out!

Tell me.

What will I tell the investment group
I'm representing?

In your prison, they kill each other
and escape, but they read poetry.

Do you know why the private prison
model works in developed countries?

Because management is effic...

Because no civil servant
can slap a bitch.

Or put her in a hole
and beat her until she behaves.

I'd let you mess up my hair
with that ram, sexy!

Unless you're afraid
of the jungle she has down there.

In my opinion,

- the mistakes made...
- The mistake was to let a catechist

run what she thought
was a girl guide camp.

That doesn't make you
incompetent, Ms. Aguirre.

- It makes you totally stupid.
- Excuse me.

Excuse me, if you'd let me,
I'd like to...

say a couple of things.

First, I demand respect
and good manners.

Otherwise, there will be no difference
between what you say and that "scum".

Second, as a member
of the managing committee

I must assume that
I have vetoed all the harshest,

and most restrictive measures
proposed by Ms...

Aguirre.

I'm the only one responsible
for trying to rehabilitate them

through trust and therapy.

You can only hold Miranda
responsible for...

paying attention to me.

Nothing else.

Very well. You are dismissed
from the managing committee.

As for you, Miranda,

you have a month
to take new measures.

I advise you to choose a team
with enough balls to deal with this.

- The food!

Huh, Palacios?

So you see a hot guy
and you're wet like whores on heat?

Do you want me to take out
my ram and kick your arses?

- Nothing.

- You're disgusting.

You laugh with these bitches,
but you don't like being the target?

- I'm asking you a question!
- Let's all calm down!

Come on! Move your arses!
The party's over!

What's wrong with you?

They're all nuts.

We've been a step behind
the escapees the whole time.

They've changed cars
at least four times.

They entered Portugal at 18:45.
They were recorded at the motorway.

2 hours later,
they were caught on CCTV

at the port of Peniche,
to the north of Lisbon.

The Egyptian doesn't seem
to be with them.

If he was the one who planned the
escape, why didn't he pick them up?

Why didn't Karim the Syrian
show up either?

According to Interpol,
he hasn't returned to France.

More importantly,

where the fuck is he now?

Antonia!

Cruz del Sur prison, hello?

This is the picture from the port.

It's the last lead we have.

They took to the sea in a Zodiac boat,

probably to reach
international waters.

What's their plan once they get there?

Go somewhere
with no extradition treaty.

They could be picked up
by a freighter or a damn dinghy.

Right now, they could be in Guyana,
the Caribbean or the Middle East.

The world is too big.

I'm too old to keep on playing
with that bitch.

Let's pray that they make a mistake.
Come on everyone! Keep on working.

Assalamu alaikum.

Assalamu alaikum.

Our transport should already be here.

They left Libya 2 days ago.

They made their last contact
from Ain Salah, Algeria.

Relax, there must have been
some mishap, but they'll come.

I want them here now.
Or send another convoy.

It's the least you can do for
what I'm paying you.

Is something wrong, Zulema?

Nothing.

We're tourists now.

Four friends having a blast
before they catch us.

That's awesome, huh?

Some joints, some beers...

- I'm not thinking about sex.

All of you will remain
at a 50 m distance.

So you can't go to the village,
talk to people or use a phone.

If any of you make a mistake,
you're dead. Is that clear?

Perfect.

Enjoy your holidays.

I've sold the love of my life.

I've sold the love of my life.

When you've sold the love
of your life in order to be free,

you realise you're swimming
in a puddle of mud.

And you sink...

Slowly.

Slowly.

It sounds harsh.

But so was Nagasaki,
40,000 dead in... seconds?

Prison kills you slowly,
day after day.

Do you know why?
Because here, all time is dead time.

All of it.

I'm coming, bitch!

Hey, Blondie!

What's wrong, pussy?
Come into the water!

- Come on, Blondie!

- Come on, pussy!
- Let's go, Blondie!

Sorry, I wasn't able
to come earlier.

- Alive.

- No.

I'm under observation.

- I can't.

This is what I can have.

Corticoids, anti-inflammatories,
anti-my arse, every 8 hours.

If I don't feel dizzy or suffer
any blackouts in 48 hours,

- then I'll be free to go.

I told my wife I wanted a separation,
so it wasn't the best place to stay.

You choose. If I win,
I'll buy some muffins.

It's too much pressure!

- The nine.
- All right.

I guess I'll have a beer too.

- But a small one, please.
- OK.

You've just left your wife
and got out of hospital,

but you look OK.

- You look happy.
- I am.

I want to go back to Cruz del Sur.

I'll be discharged in 2 days,
but I have nothing better to do.

Sure.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

I'm hanging by a thread, Fabio.

The escape has put me
in a very difficult position.

I was torn apart worse
than ever before at the board.

Do you know what I thought
while I was being crucified?

Of how much of a bastard you are.

All the times you talked about
the free transit, the summer camp...

- My management has been awful.
- Come on.

Look on the bright side.

Now they play the piano,
they read poetry...

Yeah.

From now on, things will change.

I'll listen to the people I should
have listened to from the beginning.

Carlos.

Thank you.
No, no, I mean it.

Please!

What you did
was very generous of you.

- But very unfair.
- Miranda,

I was sick of the managing committee.

All the directives and paperwork...
Stop screwing me!

Now I'll have more time to look
out of the window. I enjoy that.

What can I do?

What would you do
if you were me?

I'd toughen up
the security protocols.

All of them.

The free transit is over, Miranda.

You're right.

Those women must understand

the seriousness
of an escape or a fight.

For all of them.

Ready for locking
the cells in Block 2.

What are you doing?

Why are you locking us up now?

What's wrong, bastards?

Shut up!

Shut up!

Night walks are over.

From now on, and until toilets
are installed in your cells,

those of you who want to piss
will have to squat down.

We should restrict
all their liberties and privileges.

- We should establish a curfew.
- Exactly.

And forbid all outside communications
until further notice.

Increase security:
more cameras, more registers...

Yes!

Do you know what can be very effective

to know what's really
going on down there?

Putting our eyes and ears
among the inmates.

We can pick those inmates
who are natural leaders,

and give them some power.

- Good.
- Name them sentinels.

I love that.
Do you know what I'd do?

I'd pick those who are
mostly ignored as sentinels.

Those who have always
been neglected.

They could serve as watchdogs.
Trustworthy and unyielding.

Those armbands I just gave you
make you my sentinels.

We need a head of security.

- Yes.
- Fabio.

He's a strict person.

What do you think?

Fabio is perfect.

But...?

You know the "but"
better than I do.

Fabio is difficult
to handle and control.

You don't need someone who flies solo
or undermines your authority.

No.

You need someone
who executes and doesn't think.

I'm the new head of security
in Cruz del Sur.

That means I won't allow
any more bullshit.

The most effective way to instil fear
is to give a monkey two guns.

You have the authority
and responsibility

of seeing that rules are enforced.

There are lots of bitches here.

You don't know who he's going
to shoot, nor why or when.

As sentinels,
you'll get special benefits.

But you'll also suffer exemplary
punishments if you blow it.

And do you know why?

Because it's a monkey.

A monkey doesn't think.

- I don't want to be a sentinel.
- Shut up.

I didn't ask for your opinion.

Starting today, each area
will be watched over by a sentinel

who will answer for everyone.

Fear

is the only form of control, Miranda.

The only form of control.

Who'd ever have dreamed
I'd be on holiday with you?

Explain this to me.

Why did you come to the laundry?

Because Curly kissed me
and my shirt had a lipstick stain.

What a bitch, Curly!

- What a bitch!

- She didn't mean to.
- Of course.

Curly knew
that we were going to leave.

I went to her to say goodbye.

I think she did it on purpose.

You're totally twisted.

That doesn't make any sense.

But that's no surprise
coming from you.

- Let's see.

You were going to be released, right?

Yes.

So you thought
you'd wait for Curly outside,

as if she was the love of your life?

Maybe I would.

A posh girl like you!

You're not even a dyke!

No way!

I know it, Curly knows it,
it's known even in China!

That's why Curly
sent you for the escape.

That way you'd have more chances
of going back to prison.

So you could be together.

Come on,
don't be like that!

It's all right! Your ship
has sailed, that's all.

If you miss the fish you were eating,
I have a clam for you here.

Just out of the sea,
very fresh.

Someone's coming.

Cover your breasts.

Sit down, please.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I've gathered you to explain
the new measures we'll be taking,

such as the appointment
of Valbuena as head of security.

I'd like to hear your suggestions
to improve inmate discipline.

I have an opinion.

But I'd like
to communicate it in private,

because it concerns a partner.

Valbuena, to be precise.

You can say what you want,
no problem.

- In fact, I appreciate your honesty.
- All right.

I don't think Valbuena is the right
choice for head of security.

I'd like to know
why you think that.

Why?

Because he has no authority,
he only knows how to use force,

he's mediocre and hung-up,
and he's not the brightest person.

What an outburst!

- No, but anyone could do better.

OK.

Since Fabio is positioning himself,
I also have an opinion about him.

How could a guy who doesn't follow
the rules be named head of security?

- Who has sex with inmates!

Valbuena, that's a very serious
accusation that you'll need to prove.

All right.

- No.

- They're on me.

- Yes.
- No, thanks.

- No, no... Gypsy!

- Yes, a beautiful gypsy!

Yes!

- "Cheli, I love you..."
- Saray!

- "Cheli, I adore you..."
- Saray, stop!

I'm going to introduce you.
Casper, Mustafá, just do your bit.

- Saray!
- For the beers.

- Talk to her!

Cover your breasts.

Please.

And you do the same.

- Go away.

If you're horny, go and jerk off.

Fuck!

God...

- Miranda, please.

I knew there was surveillance.

That's what I'm telling her
when she looks towards the camera.

What kind of a person are you?

Do you or don't you have
a relationship with Macarena Ferreiro?

- I want an answer!
- The answer is no.

Watch out, because those inmates must
have received help from an employee.

If you have a relationship
with one of them,

all the odds
are against you, mate.

Shut up!

I'll have to take disciplinary action!

Miranda.

Gentlemen.

All of us

have made mistakes
in one way or another.

But it's time to move on.

If we keep fiddling
with our shit from the past,

we're not going to achieve anything.

I propose burying
those mistakes once and for all,

and leaving them there forever.

Mistakes like my own
abuse of authority.

Like my own negligence.

Or my false diagnoses.

Otherwise,

we're not going to take control
of this prison, believe me.

All right.

They've found the convoy that was
supposed to pick you up in the desert.

Their left hands had been cut off.

They bled to death.

Traitors have their left hand cut off.
Do you know who it could have been?

I need you to set up
another convoy right now.

No, I'm resigning.
I appreciate my hands.

May Allah protect you.

- Do you think you could come here,

and look down on us
as if we were your servants?

I'm going to show you
who's in charge here.

Don't move,
or I'll cut your throat.

The party's over.

Let her go!

Let her go
or I'll shoot you.

Now stand up slowly.

Drop that.

Drop that!

Kill him.

Kill him!

Leave!

What the fuck are you doing?
Give me that!

Why the fuck didn't you shoot?

- You should be thankful to me.

For letting that son of a bitch live?

And what would we do
with his body?

Would we leave it
in a hammock to get a tan?

Don't touch my stuff again.

We may never be rid of the pain,

but the fight is over, sister.

I won't ask you to avenge your nephew
because I know what you'll do.

You'll chase down and kill
whoever betrayed him.

Until they're all dead.

I'm a mother of seven.

If someone betrayed us,
we'd have to fight back.

For them, and for our honour.

That much is true.

I'm asking you
to bring back my son's body.

Find him

and bring him home.

So that he can rest in peace.

I'll bring him back,

and we'll bury him
and pray for his soul.