All language subtitles for Locked.Up.S05E06

-Who has the diamonds?
-She says she swallowed them.

You don’t need a doctor anymore.

You need a priest.

Is what they say about you true?

-Don't move, kid.
-Do you like boys?

-I have to kill Zulema.
-But she’s already dying.

-How long do I have?
-Months.

Out!

Welcome to the Oasis.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

When you're 15, you're
a nuclear power plant about to explode.

Life is dripping from your every pore.

When you're 15,

you can't be sad, depressed,
or confess you're a virgin.

When you're 15,

your life hinges on
an unanswered WhatsApp with a double tick.

When you're 15,
you have your whole life ahead of you.

Well, that's what you think.

Because fifteen-year-olds have
the highest suicide rate.

But…

who hasn't been 15 once?

What's up, girl?

You're so pretty!

So pretty!

Where the fuck are we?

In Sandoval's brain.

This is prehistoric Instagram.

Why did you bring us here, Zule?

You tricked us.

This is purgatory.

This is where we wash away
all our sins.

You knew about this?

It doesn't matter, Goya.

Zulema and I settled our differences.

And we brought you here
to tell you, there'll be no more secrets.

We're going to be a team.
We're going to do this right,

and a helicopter will be here soon.

A team that doesn't share the diamonds.

-Goya.
-What?

I think this is
the best bachelorette party ever.

-Slim?
-Slim? Slim's dead.

They waited for her
outside the hospital.

Who are you?

I'm her husband.

The Mexicans are coming for you.

They might be there already.

I owed you one, and I'm sure
Slim would've wanted me to warn you.

Good luck.

Who were you talking to?

Shit.

That's just great.

You don't care, do you?

Since you're dying,
the whole world can go fuck itself, right?

What the fuck are you doing there?
Beat it.

Why were you hiding there?

Why did you go
to Sandoval's mother to kill me?

I don't know.
I thought it was appropriate.

Bullshit.

You wanted it to go wrong.

Because you couldn't do it.

Watch yourself, Zulema.

OK…

Fine.

They can all go.

What's up Lucas, my man?
How are you?

Fuck! Smile a bit, man. Haven't you seen
how handsome you look today?

Look at you! Lucas!

Lucas! No, you look so handsome like that.

Yeah, no. Lucas prefers
to suck dick, you know?

-Are you OK?
-What's up? Do you like him?

Do I like him? Do I like him?

I'm not a faggot.

What's wrong?

"What's wrong?"

When I was his age, I was the freak.

They fucking ruined my life.

Your Honor…

I became a criminal
because I was beat up in fifth grade.

No… they didn't beat me up.

What would they do to you?

Once a week,
they'd get all the buns, the donuts,

the cakes, all that shit…

and they'd bet on
how long it would take me to eat it all.

They called me "Pastry Piggy."

That's cool.

You were the smart one.
You got free snacks at recess.

I ended up in hospital three times.

One time, I had a heart attack.

This fucking Pastry Piggy…

almost croaked at 15.

You know what I would do
if I were you, Lucas?

Kill myself.

We placed the signal jammers.

Now they can't

contact the outside world.

-Good
-They're completely isolated.

I think I know
how to get Katy out unharmed.

You see, my sister is still there,
and I think I could--

Your sister is dead, Diego.

She doesn't know yet it because…

she breathes, talks, and her body moves.
But your sister is dead.

Where were you
during the wedding, Dieguito?

You weren't at the reception,
in the house, or in the kitchen.

Did you really think
you could run away with my daughter?

Humiliate me in front of my friends?

Even your junkie sister
makes more complex plans.

Katy…

loves me.

And not even
a bastard like you can change that.

You're just like your parents.

Thick, hot-headed.

They fought recklessly,
like kids from the slums.

Is that why you killed them?

Because they stood up to you.

Dieguito…

Pass the salt.

I have a joke for you.

A prisoner goes back to her cell

and says, "I was just in court,
and I'm pissed."

Her cellmate asks her why.

"Well, the judge just said 35 years,
and I'm only 30!"

Hey, it's not that bad, right?

What's wrong, Maca?

Nothing.

You can say whatever you want here.

You won't understand.

What won't I understand?

Well, you've never been to prison.

-So you don't get it at all.
-Why does that matter?

Look, the other day…

I saw this documentary about…

the astronauts that went to the Moon.

Those guys…

were gods.

They walked on the Moon!

They had it all.

Everything.

They had money, families.

They had the fucking Medal of Honor.

But they all ended up complete disasters.

Alcohol,

divorce…

suicide…

Why?

Because they walked on the fucking Moon.

Exactly.

Because they walked on the fucking Moon.

And from space,

they could see that Earth was…

this insignificant dot

in the middle of nowhere.

And they realized

that they…

really didn't matter.

That's how they felt.

It was…

You can pretend nothing happened.

That…

everything's the same.

But…

it will never be…

how it was before.

And prison makes you feel like that,

like the most insignificant piece
of shit on the planet.

And now…

we'll never be the same.

Your therapy is bullshit.

-What are you friends going to do to me?
-Nothing.

I talked to them,
and they're not going to do anything.

A helicopter is coming to pick them up.

And you and I will walk away.

Get out of here.

Do it now.

Don't wait for the helicopter.
My father will find you.

Right, but your father
doesn't know I'm involved--

Mónica, my father isn't stupid.

All of his men are looking for me,
and they'll find me.

And when that happens, they'll kill you.

Go.

Go because I won't be able to endure that.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

Go.

I'm sorry, Mom.

What are you doing here?

Why did you save me?

I don't know.

But, this morning, I was so sick
of everything. You know what?

I would've jumped in with you.

I would've saved you too.

Really?

Yes.

Thank you.

Can I go with you?

Are you mad at me?

I mean, you went with the blonde.

But I'm used to it.

And now it's just you and me.

Do you know why we're here?

You're thieves.

And murderers.

I should kill you.

But I'll make an exception for you.

We need a man.

Would you like to join our crew?

Me?

Yes, of course.

-You'll have to use guns.
-Yes.

And drive cars. You'll have to drive

-as fast as possible.
-Yes.

Climb mountains, swim across oceans.

-It'll be nonstop.
-Yes.

Yes.

I don't think you can do it.

I want to.

I want to!

Fine, but you'll have to take
an entrance exam.

OK? Not just anyone can join the crew.

OK.

What exam?

I need you to get on your bicycle
and leave the hotel.

Ride along the nearby paths
and let me know if you see anything off.

Anything off like wild boar?

-They go out looking for trash at night.
-Something like that.

Armed men.

They could be watching us.

If I see armed men, what do I do?

Watch them.

Count how many there are. Note
the guns they have, what they're doing.

Remember as much as possible.

Why are you with those idiots?

I don't know.
My father says I need to be a man.

He doesn't realize I'm a textbook coward.

Well, I don't think so.

You have to be really brave.

Why did they mess with you?

Because they say I'm gay.

What's wrong with that?

I don't know.

I guess we all lead double lives.

I'm Cool Guy Lucas on Instagram,

and Lucas the Faggot in real life.

What? You can't be
gay and cool at the same time?

If they see me like this,

they'll laugh.

Well, you know what?

If they laugh at you,
you need to laugh even harder.

Come on, post a photo
in those floral pants. They look great.

-Seriously?
-Yes.

Come on! Do it!

I'll go get my phone.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah, come on.

Alright, get ready.

Here we go…

Olé! You look great.

Another one.

You look so handsome!

Hello.

What are you doing?

Am I bothering you?

No, Lucas fell in the pool,
and I had to lend him some clothes.

You fell in the pool?

-Are you OK?
-Yes.

Should we call someone?

-There's no need. Thanks.
-Are you sure?

Alright, Vivi, I need to get back
to the others. Thanks for everything.

Don't mention it.
I'll see you at the pool tomorrow.

We'll do some laps.

-See you later!
-Bye.

We're going out for dinner tonight.

Japanese food.

Your favorite.

Right, Vivi?

Do you want to?

Japanese! Your favorite!

No, Vivi. Don't put that on.

You have to look
really pretty tonight, OK?

I bought you a dress.

Want to see it?

Look. Come here.

I hope you like it.

I think you will.

It's cool, right?

Do you like it?

Vivi!

Go on, try it on.

Vivi?

Put on the dress, sweetheart. Try it on.

Go on.

I'll wait out here, OK?
Let's see how it fits.

Go on.

Have you ever driven a bus before?

No.

But there's not much of a difference
between a bus and an RV.

You and Zulema lived in one.

Yes, for almost two years.

I thought you hated each other.

It's very tough to explain.

It's really complicated.

What are you going to do?

I want to write songs
on the beach in Cádiz.

I don't want…

to record an album or put them on Spotify,
none of that bullshit.

I just want to sing
for people as they go by. That's all.

But first I want to go to a rehab clinic.

That's great.

That sounds great.

See?

You look…

gorgeous.

Let me take a picture.

You know I don't like
you taking photos of me.

But if you look that gorgeous,
how could I not take a photo?

Come on, Vivi.

Look at the camera, come on.

Look at my phone.

I don't want any pictures.

I'm just going to show them to Mom, Vivi.

Come on, smile a little, sweetie.

You look so pretty.

Come on, honey.

Don't take pictures of me.

But, honey…

Come on. Smile.

I don't want any pictures.

-I don't…
-Vivi.

What's wrong?

-Look at me. I'm taking--
-I don't want any pictures!

Why?

Because I turn you on.

What?

In school, they always gave us talks

about being careful

with boys,

social media,

drugs…

but they never said anything
about being careful with dad.

They're supposed to be good.

They're not supposed to make
you feel dirty.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why?

I'm sorry.

Why?

Because, in school, I was the one
that teased people like you and that boy.

Because people suffering cracked me up.

Why would you do it?

I don't know.

Because it seemed fun.

Because I was bored.

Who knows?

I love you, Pastry Piggy.

Know what I'd like to do?

What?

Break all their heads open.

So do it.

Do it.

Wait!

Go big.

I need a gun.

So buy one.

I want to kill my father.

I said I want to kill him.

How old are you?

-Fifteen.
-Fifteen years old, OK…

At 15, you're a minor.

If you kill him,

you might get a few years in juvie.

Have you killed before?

-No.
-No.

Right.

Well, killing is inevitable.

But it's nothing to be proud of.

Plus, it's very difficult.

Right now, you're…

you're amped up.
But when it comes time to do it…

you'll be petrified.

So, go on.

Go to bed.

Get lost.

Shit.

What?

I don't want to be alone with him.

I don't.

Please.

Please help me.

What about your mother?

She doesn't want to see it.

Right.

The clip is full.

The safety, off.

The hammer.

You just have to do this.

I'll put that back. Take it.

Hold it tight.

Straighten that arm.

Hold underneath tight.

Aim…

at his stomach.

Or at his head.

And then…

Until he's gone.

Don't look him in the eye,

or you'll never get him
out of your head.

Make sure your mother is watching.

Then give it back to me.

Holy shit! You look ridiculous, man!

Where are you going
like that, pussy?

"It's clobberin' time!"

So what's your plan?

I...

What do we do?

We have two options:

they light us up

or we get out and talk to him.

I'm not going to talk to that bastard.

I won't give him
the satisfaction of watching me beg.

Trust me.

Maca.

In another life,
we would've been best fucking friends.

We would've done tons of crazy stuff.

But I'm doing this my way.

No.

Mónica.

Mónica!

Seems like
she doesn't want to come out.

She's always been an escape artist.

Ever since she was a kid, she's preferred
running away over facing her fears.

Do you know what this is?

I was 12 when I swallowed ten of these
with half a liter of water.

They put me on a plane to Madrid.

I was just a kid.

But I knew, with one false move,
they would explode inside me.

I made the delivery
and earned my first pesos.

I kept one…

so I'd never forget the discomfort
of the ball going through my rectum.

The gagging, the fear.

You're gonna burn her alive,
you son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch.

She's a coward.

She'll eventually get off the bus,

kneel down in front of me
and beg for forgiveness.

She's your stepdaughter.

You watched her grow up.

What kind of monster are you?

The worst kind.

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