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Finally, one of my own.

How are you?

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

She's lying, the couple has 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?

There is such a disorder,

an emotional paranoia
that manifests itself

in making up children,
siblings and parents.

The sufferer believes he has
relatives that never existed,

or that have been resurrected
from the dead.

-What else did she tell 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 careful of Zulema.

I've got her under control.

No offense, but I highly doubt that.

Helena, don't lose sight of your
objective.

LOCKED UP

What's up?

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

She gives you treats and bread.

-She came back?
-They are besties.

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

You've got to behave.

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

They let Zulema have a scorpion.
My pet is harmless.

It's not staying here.

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

-It'll buzz about all night keeping us up.
-You stay away from my bird.

You can't sleep
because of your date.

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
in the public visits.

You're always watched.

It's just to hold hands.

It's not your hand he wants to hold.

-Maybe he'll read you some poetry?
-You two know nothing.

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

Have you seen this body?

Yes, but you've never been
properly courted.

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

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

-Listen, my dear, at our age, no chance.
-Yeah, sure.

Start rehearsing orgasms,
this one isn't a drunk like your ex.

It'll be you doing the punching this time.

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

Curly, please. Stop!

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

Because I expected nothing in return,
like you and your customers.

I may be dead from the waist down,
but you've no idea

how I feel about a date with a man,

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

I feel like a teenager.

No one's ruining this.

I'm having a conjugal visit!

I still can't believe it.

It's just, you know...

that part of me down there
has all but been forgotten about.

But maybe there's a man
for whom it all makes sense.

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?

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 felt bad asking Castillo
to let me loose.

-So...
-I've been gasping.

Maca, I'd save your energy
if I were you.

In therapy,
they said that you and Bambi

are going to get steamy
in the showers.

-What?
-Hey, hey!

I'll fuck you up!

You fucking loud-mouth!

You're being a bitch
to Sole and Maca!

-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 the Lady and the Tramp
gazing at the pond?

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 warden's investigating
Count Nosferatu.

Jesus.

I could change Susana's medication.

Just now, she's taking Lithium,
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 while dreaming.

These are caffeine pills,
they'll help keep you awake.

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

You have to eat.

Come on, that's it.

That's it, good girl.

Go on...

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

My darling...

My darling.

That's it, good.

Cold.

You're cold, sorry.

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 doll

She has a blouse

And a cardigan

I took her for a walk

And I got ill

I've got her in my bed...

Help!

Help!

-Hello?
-Hi, Antonio.

It's Carolina, Fabio's wife.
Is this a good time?

You've caught me at work...

Oh, sorry. I won't keep you long.

The thing is... I'd like to meet up.

Yeah, all right. We could someday.

-That'd be nice.
-Really?

Nice. How about today?

Today?

Why not?
I've nothing planned for after work.

Perfect. I'm nearby, at the bar
across from the prison, all right?

-All right.
-One last thing...

If you don't mind,

please don't mention anything to Fabio.

No, no, I won't. Of course not.

-See you soon then!
-All right, see you soon.

Who was that, a date?

A girl I met on the internet, why?

You go straight down to it, eh?

You fuck first and ask names later,
don't you?

Good morning.

Anabel,

I was up all night

thinking about you...

and me.

A lot has happened,

a lot...

since I first got here.

I arrived being innocent.

Or that's what I told myself
day and night,

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

for escaping, for theft,

manslaughter...

and murder.

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

And honestly,
with a sentence that long,

what's the difference
between 25 and 30?

Doesn't make
much of a difference in this shithole.

So, you have two options.

Option one: look at your arm,
and read my name

to remind you
that I have nothing to lose.

Option two
is get ready to go to war.

You decide.

Do you mind?

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.

Are you in?

-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?

-Look at me.
-She's dead!

She died after a year,
so how can you take me to her?

What's going on?

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

They call her Bambi,

because she looks
like a defenseless young fawn.

Her name's Cristina.

I know her. Continue.

She prostituted her,

whored her out on the showers
to the older prisoners

to perform oral sex on them.

She must have bitten
one of them or something.

Anabel got furious
and decided to sell her.

I bid for her.

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

and she's stalking me.

I'm genuinely scared for my life,
Warden.

Macarena,

you're making a very serious allegation.

She etched my name into her forearm,

and she shows it to me
every time I see her.

She's obsessed with me.

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' death.

You're not responsible.

-You hear me?
-Yes.

You did the right thing.

My father was so black and white
about what was right and wrong.

He kept repeating it.

Don't do bad unto others, don't lie...

That's how 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 fear for their life.

But respecting the values and honesty
that my father taught me

has never helped me in here.

Never.

Anabel had it in for Macarena
from day one.

Now 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 so beautiful.

It reminds me of my childhood.

I used to dream while awake.

Do you daydream?

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 prisoners confirming
Macarena Ferreiro's accusations.

A murderess' accusation?

I'm well-behaved, Warden.
I've no violent convictions.

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

I suppose I shouldn't listen

to a guard confirming
those accusations either.

Nor should I believe my own eyes,
Anabel.

We've found your drug stashes.

Some 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?

I told you my plan,

and you chose the easy route,

to betray me and do it without me.

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

-My mom brought two more cats home.
-Seriously?

And she's on Facebook.

She constantly gets notifications
about abandoned animals

and brings every cat home.

-Every cat?
-Every cat.

It must be like something
out of The Aristocats.

-Which one was that again?
-It was animated. Lots of cats.

"Aristocats", cats, sure.

You know what I mean!
I mix it up with "101 Dalmatians."

I'm a dog lover anyway.

How are you? Because you look
full of life, and terribly pretty.

-Really?
-Yes.

-Wow, thank you very much, Antonio.
-You're welcome.

The truth is, I'm not feeling great.

To be honest,
I feel like I'm going a little bit nuts.

I'm not eating,

I'm not sleeping.

I spend all day crying.

Now you've got an idea.

It feels like there's a part of me...

that needs to know if there's any chance

of getting back together with Fabio,
as unlikely as it might be.

I need that.

I see.

You know how these things are, Carolina.
You never know.

Fabio is very impulsive and he
doesn't always think things through.

That's exactly what I think.

Maybe he woke up at a hospital,
all confused.

-He just wasn't thinking straight.
-It wasn't a wise decision.

-Not at all...
-Not at all, no.

How does he look?

-Fabio?
-Yes.

Not well.

How else? You're both
going through a very difficult time.

-It is really tough.
-Really tough.

But... has he said anything?

Does he ever talk about me?

He's not a talker.

You know how guarded
and introverted Fabio can be.

You're not wrong there.

He sometimes wonders if you're well,

whether he should call you or not...

And, Carolina, it's obvious
how much you love each other.

This is more than enough for me.

I mean, it's something that I can see,
that I can feel, you know?

Thank you, Antonio.

Thank you so much.

-You know what?
-What?

You're one of the kindest people I know.

Shoot!

-All right, cards.
-It's coming, I can feel it.

Suckers.

What?

The half-blood is going to win it all.

-What have you ladies got?
-Here.

-That's shit.
-Rubbish.

I bet my two cigarettes
and the tampon I'm using.

You're disgusting!

You think I marinade it just for flavor?

Shameless.

I'll see you, and raise you a chocolate.

Done.

I'll see you, plus a dose of methadone.

-No.
-You can't bet methadone.

-It's fine, I'm clean.
-You can't bet that.

-I bet my methadone.
-You can't!

Fucking hurry up!

Let her bet her methadone
and let's finish the game!

Right, my dear.

Let's see your cards.

Here's my hand. Cough it up.

My full house beats both of you.

Show me the money.

I had triple aces as well.

Will you lend me a smoke?

Seeing as it's you.

-I trashed you.
-You get so fucking lucky.

I'm lucky with cards, but in love...

A little birdie said your man is coming

to give it to you
and eat some pussy.

-Oh, yes!
-I'll tell you something:

if I'm too nervous
or whatever to climax,

-I'm going to fake it.
-No, don't!

-I am.
-Don't.

Everyone does it.

That looks terrible, don't fake it.

-It'll be a let down.
-Poor thing.

-That Anabel is one sneaky bitch.
-This isn't news.

-Is she still in solitary?
-I'm missing a card.

I just realized why it is
that she loves this bird so much.

It's not a pet.

It's a drug mule.

-That's smart.
-No packages up the ass.

A bird, unbelievable.

She's as smart as she is a bitch.

Don't think about stealing the beast,

Anabel will cut
our nipples off for jewelry.

-I'm not that stupid.
-Me neither.

She has no way of finding out.

She's in solitary, remember?

Attention.

All Block two inmates, to the showers.

I repeat:

all Block two inmates, to the showers.

INTEGRATIVE PSYCHOLOGY

BASIC PSYCHOLOGY

Good hygiene and correct
use of the amenities

is everyone's responsibility.

PSYCHOLOGY:
SELF-ESTEEM AND CONFIDENCE

A 10-minute shower
uses 53 gallons of water.

Please, help to reduce water consumption.

Zulema.

Remember what I told you
when I put Marquina in your cell?

No, boss. Everyone here talks too much.

Right.

I told you that if you hurt
any of the other inmates,

I was going to bury your head
in a toilet for 15 minutes.

Stapling your cellmate's eyelids open
was exactly what I meant.

All right, I get it.

I get it.

Fabio, don't do it!
Fabio, let her go!

Let her go! Please, get off her!

Fabio, you promised me
the other day you'd get me out of here.

If you kill her,
we won't find the money.

Please, let her go. Please.

Fabio.

Fabio, you promised.

You promised we'd run away together.

Keep your word.

We need her alive.

I'm not putting my head back there.

The rims are covered in shit.

Thank you.

Welcome to the club...

of those who want
to escape no matter what.

Girls, if we do this right,
Anabel will never find out.

And anyway,
birds have loads of natural predators.

They're always
on Channel Two documentaries.

Eagles, weasels...
Loads of animals gobble them up.

-It's true.
-Tere's right.

How much could we make
from what it's carrying?

Maybe 3000?

40000 if it's cut well.
We'll split it in four.

I'm out.

I've got a deal with God: a new heart
and I'm not going to mess it up.

Anyway,
Fernando is visiting me tomorrow.

I'm not going to fuck my life up
over that shit.

-No way!
-Well, I'm in.

My kids are on the street stealing copper.
I'm in.

Fine, you're in.

Curly, you're out, aren't you?

I need the money
and I need it now, so I'm in.

All right.

I wanna get my teeth fixed.

Being a junkie
and resembling one is different.

-Look, she likes you, Tere.
-Bless her.

She's a beauty.

Sandoval says the wounds aren't serious,

the staples
only hit some muscle tissue.

In any case, he recommends
a full investigation at the hospital.

What about the investigation?

Leave the case alone. You just had
you eyelids stapled to your skull.

I don't need your permission
to continue this operation.

You'll need it, because
your block is under my supervision.

-Tell that to the girl that's dying.
-She can't do...

Both of you, calm down!

Fabio's right.

There's no time
to get anyone as close as I am.

-I'm going back in.
-Then Zulema goes to solitary.

She'll think I've reported her,
her and the rest of the prison.

Then I'll be in danger.

It's better if I don't tell on her.

She's not an influence anymore.
In solitary she won't reach you.

What am I doing speaking
to a guard about an operation?

My God.

Castillo, Zulema caught me
going through Susana's things.

She thinks I'm up to something,
but I can get her back under control.

Bullshit, you can't.

I'm so close to gaining Susana's trust.

-Helena, we've got nothing.
-Yes, we have.

She told me
about the passing of her baby.

A baby?

First time I've heard this.

There's no baby in the police report.

She probably never filed it
at the Civil Registry.

He was a year old when he died.

-I'll look into it.
-Come on, Castillo.

You know Zulema.
Today she's stapling eyelids,

tomorrow she might
end up in a washing machine,

or several washing machines.

For now, go to the hospital.

You can return afterwards.

-Got it?
-Come on, Castillo...

Got it?

Yes.

Fabio, a favor, please.

Take her to hospital
as a standard assault victim transfer.

Tonight, without arousing suspicion.

-What the fuck is that, Tere?
-It's Afghan heroin.

-It's the shit.
-Nice and brown, like me.

-Is it worth a lot?
-Wow, this stuff's uncut.

Jesus, you have a PhD in drugs.

All right, this is the plan, right?

-Quiet.
-All right.

This is the plan.
I'll give some to Reme for her lot.

There's not that many of them, Curly.

We'll sell as a small group
in the showers and bathroom.

-All right?
-Sounds good.

And when Anabel finds out,
what's the plan? Drugs just popped up?

You just...

We're providing
a social service in Anabel's absence.

-We're helping the people.
-Right.

Water, water.

All right, deal properly...

Make sure they're properly shuffled.

No betting money.

We're not, ma'am.
We're only betting silly little things.

-Don't look at my cards.
-Sneaky bitch.

-All right, let's go.
-Give me two.

-What a shit hand.
-Please! Keep your voices down.

It's all good.

Grab that stuff.

Pipi, make sure you don't eat it.

"Some people's low self-esteem
and their insecurity...

results in a hopeless
and unbridled dependency on their partner,

to the point of humiliation.

It's vital this cycle be broken,

however brutally,

so that the individual
can start afresh."

Looking for me?

"Introduction to the psychology
of self-esteem and confidence."

You're into psychology now, are you?

What?

Not exactly.

I'm interested in the same thing you are:
getting out of here.

-This book is going to tell you how?
-No.

My cellmate Susana is going to help me.

She just doesn't know it yet.
Do you know why she's in here?

I've heard things.

She and her husband are accused
of kidnapping a girl.

So what?

I think she knows
where the kidnapped girl is.

If I gain her trust, and she tells me...

there's my ticket.

What ticket?

My ticket to freedom.

And you need my help?

This morning,

snorkeling in the toilet,

I overheard...

your and Fabio's dramatic love story.

That's none of your business.

How is he in bed?

I bet he's a stallion, isn't he?

Did you ask me here

to talk about your fantasies?

And about the money.

The money you need to escape with.

I can already see it,
you two with the wind in your hair,

moving from motel to motel.

I loved the story so much

that I'm prepared to share the money
you want to steal from me.

I see.

But aren't you all alone,

and you have no one left?

You once told me,
the difference between us

was that you had nothing to lose.

Guess what, Zulema?

I have nothing to lose now.

Two million for me,
one million for you.

That's my girl.

1.5 million each.

That's only fair, don't you think?

Now that we're both orphans,
and both have our bodies here

and our minds elsewhere.

Where's the money?

The money is in Morocco.
You can find it.

You can send someone to fetch it all.

You need to earn
the exact location, though.

Tell me about this secret plan,

and what it is you want from me.

Roman, I have no right
to ask anything else,

but you're the only person
I can trust.

Actually, I'm the only person
you've got left,

and our lives aren't so different.

I sleep in my caravan,
always looking out of the windows,

watching,

in case a hitman comes to shoot me.

What I mean is that after Lucia's death,
and Mom and Dad's,

I don't feel pain anymore.

All that we've been through
can't have been for nothing.

I've got two options:

giving up, or making sure
you get out of there.

I'll go to Morocco,
and I'll get you that money.

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