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Every story has an ending.
It may be a happy, sad, or bitter one...
It depends on how you look at it.
For me, Carmen's end had been utterly unexpected.
Lidia, are you all right?
I knew Carmen was up to something, but I didn't see it.
I could have prevented it.
Did we leave anyone behind?
No, everything turned out perfect.
Eva is waiting for us at the train station to leave for France.
For a few precious seconds, we felt free.
The end of our road was near,
and our suffering seemed to be over.
But escaping that prison was just one more step,
because in life, every ending is a new beginning,
and if we wanted to start over, we'd have to fight to the end...
Come on, shoot!
Get down!
- Overcoming obstacles... - Pablo, the boy!
Standing up to the enemy...
Risking our lives for the ending we believed we deserved.
Aim at the tires.
Get down.
- I'm out of bullets. - We've run out of ammo?
A dignified ending, one for which
we were to suffer until our last breath.
- Dolores! - She's been hit!
She's been hit!
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
- Dolores! - She's been hit!
She's been hit! Put her down!
- Down, put her down. - Carefully.
Calm down.
- What do we do? - Morphine. Get me some morphine.
We don't have any.
- I need to see if the bullet is inside. - How?
Help her sit up. It's still inside.
We must get it out, but I can't do it like this.
We'll wait till we're at the station.
- No! The ship won't wait for us! - Yes!
I don't want to be a burden.
Don't be crazy, we're not leaving without you!
Help her sit up!
Go after them! Come on, speed up! Don't lose them!
CHAPTER 42: THE END
There's the truck.
Good night, Detective.
Get out.
Put the guns down! Drop them!
Do as I say! That's an order!
Put your hands up!
Get on your knees. On your knees! Here.
Don't shoot, please. There will be no coming back from that.
Surely we can work out some peaceful outcome for...
Peaceful?
You were out of ammo.
Not anymore.
Thanks to you.
You won't follow us anymore.
You can come out!
We found these ropes in the truck.
- I think they'll work. - What for? What are you doing with that?
To prevent you from sounding the alarm.
Where do we lock them?
Tie them up and get them inside their car, quickly!
Salvador, this is Francisco and Lidia.
This is Genaro, the station guard. He'll help us leave unnoticed.
First, there is an emergency.
We were followed. One of the prisoners was shot.
- She's badly wounded. - Let's go.
We have a doctor, but we need someplace for the procedure.
Where can we find a safe place?
The old staff rest area.
This way.
Quickly. Put her on the bed.
Bring water and bandages.
Give it to me.
You must go now.
No, we're not leaving without you.
I want my son...
to be free.
I only want to bid him farewell.
Martín...
My dear.
I love you, son. I love you.
Never forget that, okay, dear?
Mom...
You talked, son.
Listen to me.
You must be very strong.
Mom...
will always be with you.
Always.
There, there.
Knowing he's with you...
I go in peace.
Thank you for everything.
In the end...
I die free.
It pains my heart, but we must go.
Dolores deserves to rest in peace.
I will make sure of it. You have my word.
But if you don't leave now, you won't make it to the ship.
He's right.
All the other prisoners are waiting, and we mustn't delay any longer.
As I held Eva in my arms again, I felt relief.
We could almost taste freedom, and the end was very near,
but we had to keep a cool head,
because the lives of those women, and our own,
depended on the feasibility of the plan.
Following Camila's instructions, we'd get into the station.
We'd have to be very discreet.
We'd travel on a freight train.
It'd be a long, hard trip, with very little space to move.
If everything went as planned, we'd arrive at the city of Bordeaux,
and from there, we'd get to the nearest port,
where a ship would provide us with a new future.
- This is the train. - We must hurry up.
Who is left?
They all went in. What about the other cars?
Packed and ready. Camila is keeping an eye out.
Wait! An order has been issued to hold all the trains in the station.
- Why? - I don't know.
I've radioed for information, but they won't talk.
If they've found Pinillos, we must be very careful.
They might be looking for us.
- We need to find out. - I'll talk to the station manager.
- Let's go with him. - I'll stay here.
We are going to tell Camila and the others.
Very well.
As soon as the tracks are blocked, we'll search the whole station.
I suggest you start with the freight trains.
That's where stowaways generally hide.
That's what I thought. Are there any trains heading abroad?
There's one, to Bordeaux.
We'll start with that one and work our way through the rest.
All right. We'll go block the tracks.
We must warn everyone. We can't let them find us.
What should we do?
While they search the train, we can hide in another
and get out of the station. Right?
They're blocking the tracks, you heard them.
How do we get them unblocked?
The switchman does it from his post, but I don't know...
The plan was to leave discreetly, without anyone noticing,
but now it's too late for that.
What you're suggesting is madness.
We've risked so much. We can't bail now.
It's our only chance.
We're in this together, right?
What other train can we use?
- What's going on? - The police are here.
They're going to search the station, starting with this train.
- My God... - What are we going to do?
We have a plan.
This is the train bound for Bordeaux.
- Open the car. - Do it.
It's clear. Let's go search the next one.
Let's go.
It's the train back there.
Come on.
When we're in the train, we stay low and out of sight.
Come on.
Go on.
- You're the switchman, right? - Yes.
I don't want to hurt you, so please, unblock track 11.
The inspector reported a jailbreak at a camp in Aranjuez.
What I'm asking from you is vitally important for many people.
- Unblock the tracks. - I can't do it.
Unblock the tracks!
I can't do it.
- Everyone is on board. - Good.
But we can't leave while the tracks are still blocked.
Come on up.
Unblock them! Come on, hurry up!
Is it done? Can the train go now?
- We need to pull that lever, too. - So?
- Come on, hurry up! Go! - Calm down.
- It's this one. - Pull it!
- Number 11. - Pull it!
Come on, Francisco, you've got to make it.
Now.
In everyone's life, there is a moment that makes the difference,
and this was our moment.
Hurry up! Run! Give me the suitcase.
Francisco! Come!
A station, a train, and a run that could decide our fate,
just as it happened so many years ago.
Stop that train!
- Halt! Stop that train! - Francisco!
At that moment, I felt the beginning
and the end of our story come together.
- Stop! I'll shoot! - Like an infinite loop.
As infinite as what Francisco and I felt for each other.
Stop that train!
Francisco, hurry up! Come on up.
I thought I was going to lose you.
- Now we're mere passengers. - Yeah, we only need to look the part.
Martín, I know you're sad,
but I want you to know that...
your mom will always be with you.
Can you make paper birds, Martín?
My teacher taught me to do them a long time ago.
Perhaps you want me to show you how.
- We'll need paper. - I'll get it.
You look way better dressed like this.
I feel good for the first time in a very long time,
and I won't ever give it up again.
I'm sorry, Carlota.
We won't need to hide anymore.
No.
I think...
this looks pretty good.
He looks so at peace.
He's a miracle.
He makes me dream.
What do you dream about?
A big house...
I don't mind where, but it'll be for the three of us.
And one more thing: it must only have one floor.
Right, Julito? If there are stairs,
since this guy is going to be restless,
he'll fall down the stairs.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Knowing that you may get a happy ending fills you with hope.
All of a sudden, this hope helps you overcome
all the blows you've sustained along the way,
and you burst with joy,
living each instant as if it were unique and unrepeatable.
Everyone inside that train
deserved an ending befitting our epic story.
But it wasn't going to be that easy.
- What is this? - Are we there yet?
- Why are we stopping? - I don't know.
- Can you see anything? - It looks like a train stop.
Do you know what's going on?
They've found us. It's the police.
Get off the train!
Now!
If you don't make things difficult, no one will get hurt.
They have Salvador.
We're never getting out of here without an engineer.
Last night, we were chatting in the cab.
I've always liked trains, so I watched him drive.
Do you know how to start it?
I could try.
Did you not see the barrier blocking the tracks?
It's operated from the building where they took Salvador.
Attention! Pay attention!
We know you're fugitives from the reeducation camp in Aranjuez.
You are under arrest! I repeat, you are under arrest!
We've been ordered to detain you here and wait for reinforcements
so you are taken back to prison.
Come down in an orderly manner, one at a time.
If you comply, no one will get hurt.
But if you resist, if you challenge our authority,
you will face the consequences.
You have five minutes to surrender, not one more.
Camila, nobody gets off the train.
We started all this.
And we're going to finish it together.
We need to buy some time.
We'll turn ourselves in as the leaders of the jailbreak.
What are you plotting?
We're going out alone,
no one else.
We'll try to negotiate or something.
Let's see, hold on a second.
Yes, we're making them take us into the building
and, once inside,
- we'll lift the barrier. - That's insane.
- There must be some other way to... - Francisco.
Think about the children and the women.
Sure, and what's your solution?
Sacrificing yourselves? Is that the plan?
- It's no sacrifice, Pablo. - Please...
It's a good idea.
Everything will work out.
And Felipe will have the time to start the train.
Then we'll come back here and we'll leave.
What if it doesn't work?
Listen...
I know it's difficult to understand,
but it's something we must do.
We've come so far. We can't give up now.
No, Marga, listen to me, I can't...
Pablo, if I don't do this,
I won't be able to forgive myself.
But we can come down with you.
- We need you here. - Also...
we've taken risks before and it worked out well.
All right.
How do you plan to get out from the building?
Do you still have the first-aid kit?
Yes.
Don't worry about Martín.
We'll wait together for you to come back.
Look, Martín, this is for you.
Martín.
I hope when we get back, you've made us a lot of paper birds.
If it takes me too long, ask for Leocadia.
She's raising a child and she won't mind breastfeeding ours.
No.
No, Marga, I think that, for once,
just for this once, you could stay here.
Pablo, I must go.
I have to be with them.
I'm not doing it for me. I'm doing it for Julio,
for you, for everyone...
so we can have a future.
This is a battle that stretches far beyond us.
Come on, hold him.
He's asleep.
Pablo, I need your support.
I don't want to go out there thinking you're mad at me.
I'm not mad.
I'm proud.
I love you.
Be a good boy.
Do you see all these women?
They have suffered a great deal.
The only way for them to have a future
is for us to go out there and show those policemen
that we're fighting for it.
Mom is right with everything she's said.
Thank you for loving me like a daughter.
I love you all so much.
I love you, too.
Ladies!
You've run out of time!
Come out right now!
I'm Lidia Aguilar.
I am Marga Suárez.
Carlota Rodríguez de Senillosa.
My name is Óscar Millán.
What about the others?
They won't be coming out.
We planned the jailbreak. We are solely responsible.
Halt. Put your hands up.
What are you doing with that suitcase? Put it down.
Put your hands up.
What I have here will interest you.
We are not surrendering.
We're going to make a deal.
You're aware that leading the jailbreak
has put you in an impossible position.
You won't be going back to prison, no.
You will be executed.
We're aware.
But inside here we have something that could change our fates.
May I?
No.
There's nothing that could interest us.
Yes, there is. May I?
This notebook isn't mine.
I stole it as I escaped the reeducation center.
It belongs to Prison Inspector Diego Pinillos.
This?
He is very well connected within the regime
and he knows El Caudillo personally.
They exchange phone calls and share meetings.
This notebook contains
sensitive information that could compromise the regime.
Destroying it won't change anything.
American journalist James Lancaster has an exact copy.
A copy?
Yes.
If we're not freed and allowed to resume our journey,
those pictures will be published
along with the story James has written.
Everything in there will be exposed,
and the very foundations of the regime will be shaken.
This could cause an international conflict...
or the downfall of the regime itself.
It will all be your fault.
It is not true.
Yes, it is.
There's nothing about that in there. You're lying.
It's nothing but a diary!
It's the story of my life,
of all of our lives,
the cable girls.
This notebook is far more interesting than you think.
Do you know why?
Because it may save hundreds of lives,
and because it contains a drug that works through contact.
You're all going to fall unconscious.
- Their weapons. - Come on.
We must get out of here.
The train is already moving.
Come on.
Come on! Run!
Come on! Hurry up!
They're going to make it. Hurry! Come on!
TRAIN STOP
Come on!
Some stories should never end...
Get them!
... but for better or worse...
this is life.
Stop or we open fire!
Everything must come to an end.
Marga! Marga!
We must relish every second as if it were our last.
Pablo, don't!
Don't stop!
For the children!
Do it for the children!
And that moment when we saw
the people we had loved the most leave forever
seemed to be endless.
Don't stop.
Ensuring that your loved ones get the happy ending they deserve
sometimes requires the greatest sacrifice.
We're not making it out of here.
This is the end, isn't it?
I can't believe after all our struggles, it's going to end like this.
Me neither.
It was just for a second,
but, before my eyes, I saw all our moments together.
The best ending is the one where you feel everything come together.
Everything we did, all the steps we took to get there,
it was all part of our mission in life.
As if it were written in the stars.
As if this was our destiny.
I never told you this, but...
you are the most important...
people in my life.
You are my family.
If I've become so strong, it's thanks to you.
I feel so proud to call you my friends.
Me, too.
So do I.
Me, too.
All this... what we've fought for, all that we've achieved,
it has all been worth it.
Our friends are free, they've made their escape.
And our children will get to have a future.
This is our victory.
The cable girls gave their lives to make a better world.
They are but one example of the sacrifices made
by millions of women throughout history.
Brave, selfless, proud women.
Women who fought and still fight
for equal rights and freedom for human beings.
This is our tribute.
A long time ago, I used to be called Alba.
I left my village for love and went to Madrid.
- There, I was lost... - Marga! Again?
I'm sorry.
... until I found them and they saved me.
Now I know who I really was:
Lidia Aguilar, phone operator.
Here our story began, and it ends here, too,
for we always were and always will be the cable girls.
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THE WAY WE LIVE CAN ALSO BE A WAY TO FIGHT.
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