All language subtitles for Locked.Up.S02E13.WEBRip.Netflix

You're going to get a write-up.

Both of you are going to get a write-up.
Do you hear me?

A write-up for both of you.

Hey.

There's going to be a talk in the gym

because we're going to establish
a lesbian prisoners association.

I think it'll interest you.
Now you're one of us, right?

I'm not part of any group.

I'm with Curly and that's it.

I'll pass on associations
and movements like those.

Fine.

In a different life, I think
you and I would've got on well.

Or we would've had sex
one foolish Sunday.

You would've needed
to really drug me.

I don't like big women,
thugs or crazy ones.

You won't anger me.

I come in peace.

OK.

I've come to talk.

You know that...

I'm crazy about Curly,

and I couldn't love her any more
because it would hurt.

This dike association thing
doesn't interest me.

I just want to sit with Curly
for half an hour

to make my day better.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I don't understand
why you're with her.

How far do you want to take it
with Curly?

Because you aren't comfortable.

-It's not in my nature.
-No, you like those fuck boys.

You want me to offer you Curly?

No, man.
If you want, we can share her.

You can have her every other day.

If she comes to you
with trembling legs,

you'll have to accept
that she was with me earlier.

What is this?

You two talking
without hitting each other?

No razors,
no pulling each other's hair?

It's this one.

We're going to have a threesome
and I'm the last to find out?

We're having a serious conversation.

-Really? About what?
-Yes.

The Lesbian Association
at Cruz del Sur.

-Huh?
-Take it.

Sorry.

There's a meeting
this afternoon and everything.

LOCKED UP

We're closing the cells.

Here are your clothes.

And here's Sandoval's report to take you
for a check-up at the hospital.

Who chose these clothes?
Your cousin, the ragamuffin?

Have you forgotten
how going undercover works?

You can't wear a uniform.

OK, but first, let's go for a beer.

-Excuse me?
-We can't keep having petty fights.

Now we have to work
under the same roof.

I think we need to talk.

So you won't mind

if we stop somewhere for a beer
on the way to the hospital.

Come on. Let's go.

I don't tend to go for beers
with my exes.

OK.

I'm afraid you won't have a choice.

Are you joking?

I'm sorry, but I'm not.

Those are the rules for a transfer.

-Shall we go?
-Let's go.

Are you having trouble sleeping?

It's just that...

A detention officer told me

that my husband Cesareo
is coming tomorrow.

I'm really nervous.
I'm desperate to see him.

We never spend this much time apart.

Come up here.

"A codependent person

confuses the obsession and addiction
that they feel for the other person

with an intense love that can conquer all.

A feeling that has no reason
to be reciprocated."

Better?

Are you cold?

Yes.

You remind me of myself.

When I was young.

I was born in Cairo.

I got married at 17...

to the most handsome man in the world.

I fell in love with him.

My Cesareo is also very handsome.

And smart.

People think that just because
he rears pigs he isn't intelligent,

but he is.

Certain things...

"With constant help, the codependent
tries to make their counterpart feel

a need for their presence.

They believe that,
by feeling needed in this way,

they'll never be abandoned."

He must be struggling without me,
because we're very connected.

It's as if we share the same brain.

Like I do with Razi.

Until I got pregnant
and everything changed.

He left the house

and I never saw him again.

He left me alone and penniless.

I was a minor.

And the baby?

I lost it.

Me too.

But...

The best thing
is that we're together now.

Pipi.

Go to sleep.

"When not feeling the same love back,

the codependent may hurt themselves

or even someone else."

Men aren't as strong as we are.

I hope Cesareo never betrays you.

He'll never do that. He adores me.

I used to think that.

-When are you going to see him?
-Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

I don't want you to lose sleep
because of me, but...

Tomorrow they'll turn you
against each other.

-Do you think?
-Yes, that's what the Police do.

They look for contradictions,
make you fight. They're bad people.

But I have a friend
who's a policewoman.

She owes me a tip-off as a favor.

If you want, I can ask her
about the investigation of your case.

So that you can be more at ease.

Yes.

OK. Now it's time to sleep.

Good night.

Now what?
You've got me where you wanted me.

What did you want to talk about?

Look, I know I hurt you, I do...

but the past is the past.

And we can't go on
fighting like cats and dogs.

Do you bring many prisoners here?

Only the dangerous ones, and the ones
who've committed blood crimes.

-Listen...
-You're right about me.

It was in a three-pronged raid.
With the UCO, Narcotics and Customs.

An informant told us
where they kept a stash of heroin.

Castillo assigned the operation to me.

And well, you know what happens
when different bodies collaborate.

If you hesitate, you write the report...

-More testosterone than brain.
-The UCO went in first...

with smoke canisters, stun grenades...

When I arrived,

there wasn't a soul.

You couldn't see or hear a fucking thing.

Then a drug dealer, totally high,
pulled out a gun and started shooting.

And I shot, too.

At a shadow.

Five foot six,

athletic build...

Her name was Selena.

She was 18 years old.

She'd arrived from Paraguay
with her son a week before.

In the report, they wrote that...

I reacted in an instinctive manner
out of fear for my life.

So when Castillo offered me
the undercover role, I thought,

"This is a way
of balancing things out."

Doing something good.

There comes a moment when
we all start balancing the scales.

What the fuck?

Living is the accumulation
of errors, isn't it?

We're fucking monkeys.

How come you're a detention officer?

Me?

Trying to balance my own scales.

According to Castillo,
and I'm quoting word for word,

"I'm looking after bitches, when...
what I'd really like is to hunt them."

Son of a bitch.

What a sexist bastard.

But he's right.

You've always liked to hunt.

Wait, Helena...

Are you telling me
we won't have a one-night stand?

A one-time thing,
no strings attached.

Can you show me your ID?

Fabio Martinez Leon.

Is that you?

There's someone else.

-Hello.
-Hello.

It's Maca.

What are you doing?

Did I catch you
in your striped pajamas?

Or are you having a packet soup?

-Neither.
-We should go, shouldn't we?

Is this a bad time?

I was calling...

Well, I was calling to speak
with you alone for a bit, but...

-I'll call you another time.
-Yes, another time would be better.

Ah, yes. Yes, of course.

OK, but...

I'll leave you to it. Kisses.

Are you going to take me
to the hospital in handcuffs again?

Look, there is a high risk of me escaping.

Cut.

It's fine.

If you want to be with Saray,
it's not something you can control.

I don't want to be with Saray.
I want to be with you.

I'm yours, I already told you.

I love you.

It was a massive fuck-up,
it got out of control.

Maybe it wasn't a fuck-up.

Yes it was, because I know it was.

-And that's it.
-I don't see it that way.

I get the feeling that...

For you,
Saray is like the animalistic side.

-Like the irrational side.
-It was a fucking mistake.

Or it wasn't a mistake.
Maybe it wasn't.

-Like be sincere as well, because...
-Fucking hell.

No. It's fine.
I'm telling you the truth.

I get the impression
that I'm being rational.

Like the calm girlfriend who you think...
is good for you.

-And...
-No.

You're talking nonsense.
It's not like that.

Well, OK.

-I don't know...
-Babe, I love you.

Curly, I also prefer
the animalistic side.

OK.

Someone had a big weekend, huh?

-What are you talking about?
-You went out yesterday.

-I had a few beers and went home.
-OK.

No.

No, I'm not letting you have it.

You know what?
I only have one call left,

and I won't have credit
until next week.

So get a life.

My SIM card is tapped though.

I'll get you another one.
All you have to do is call.

When they answer, pass it to me.
Take the phone.

Come and find me when you want.

Hello.

-Police station.
-Hello.

I need to speak with Lieutenant Lorenzo.

One minute, I'll put you through.

Be on lookout.

Warn me if anyone comes,
detention officer or friend.

Lieutenant Lorenzo.

-Who is it?
-Zulema Zahir.

Shit, Zulema.

I've warned you
about calling me here.

I told you I was calling.

I need to know how the missing
girl investigation is going.

Wait.

Can you give me a moment in private,
please? It's a personal call.

What do you want?

I need to know how
the open investigation is going.

What do you have?

Inspector Castillo is leading
the case, isn't he?

It appears so.

According to Forensics, everything
points to the married couple...

Cesareo and Susana Tamayo,
as the perpetrators.

Forensics has analyzed
the couple's van thoroughly.

The vehicle was cleaned
with chemical disinfectant

in order to erase the evidence.

However, thanks to luminol technology,
Forensics have found organic remains.

A sample of blood matches
that of the missing girl.

Also, they've found organic
traces belonging to a male.

Semen traces.

The strongest theory
is that the husband...

kidnapped the girl in order
to abuse her sexually,

with the collusion of his wife.

Does that mean she knew?

Yes.

According to the husband,
she's an unstable woman,

with a borderline
retarded mental capacity.

Apparently...

he has complete control over her,

and he'll use her
to offload all culpability.

The husband
is in talks with the police.

You mean, the guy wants
to pass the buck onto her?

That appears to be his line of defense.

Actually, at his face-to-face today,
he'll hold his wife...

solely responsible.

Jeez!

Miss Ferreiro, you've just won an Oscar
for the best actress.

-Bravo.
-OK, great.

Congratulations to me.

Now tell me, where's my money?

Listen closely.

Yes, it's very simple.

It's not a honeymoon suite
with a seafront view,

let's not kid ourselves.

Here you have...

some sheets, a cover, two towels,
a pack of tissues and two condoms.

We don't need that.

We'll only be speaking
for a short while.

I don't care.

It's mandatory to lay
the sheets when entering.

You remove them and throw them
in the bin when you leave.

-Is that clear?
-Yes, very clear.

Ignore her, the poor woman has sour grapes
for breakfast everyday.

Look, this is going
straight in the bin.

You don't like me much, do you?

No.

Yes.

Oh, Fernando.

You surpass the type of man I like.

-You look so uncomfortable.
-Uncomfortable? Me?

-Not at all.
-Throwing the sheets in the bin...

That's because
I don't want them to notice

that I'm like a bull on heat,
all turned on.

I mean it, it's been many years

since I was with a man
and I don't want to scare you.

-Really?
-Honestly, I swear.

My legs are shaking.

I don't know if it's the onset
of Parkinson's,

or if my horniness will fire me up
like the Challenger.

Honestly, I want to make love to you.

Thanks a lot.

You flatter me.

Well then, let's make the bed.
Come on.

Take great care so that
we don't have to call the Chief...

to bring more condoms.

When you're young, you think
that life will work out, don't you?

I was a rascal,
I didn't want to try anything.

And then, as an adult,
I wanted to try everything.

MDMA, cocaine, joints,

LSD, I put everything in my mouth.

Now I think, how disgusting.

You're going to fly high
to paradise and back, girl.

This is crushed.

This is good.
Come on, give me the money.

I only have ten.
Can you sell me on credit?

Does it say welfare on the door
or do I look like a charity worker?

Here, you trust no one
and give out nothing. Keep moving.

Be careful. Antonia.

Is that Maca? It's Maca!
Girls, relax, it's Maca!

-Are you stupid or what?
-What's up with you?

What are you doing?

Relax.
Everything's under control here, OK?

Let's leave it for today, Antonia.
What's up with you?

Anabel tried perforating
my eardrum because of a debt.

What she'll do when
she discovers you're selling her shit?

I don't care about that girl!

This is a free market
and she's holed up.

-Listen.
-What?

-I forbid you to continue selling.
-Sorry, you forbid me?

I know you're having a rough time,
but you won't tell me what to do.

Ladies.

If you go on selling this shit,
I'll tell the Chief.

-Let's cool off for a bit.
-You don't have the balls.

OK, this is over.

If you want to keep arguing
about who has the biggest fanny,

then go to the courtyard, OK?

Come on, she hasn't got the balls.

Chief!

-Chief!
-Shut your mouth!

I don't care about the drugs.
I want to fuck over Anabel!

And for that bitch to come out
of solitary with nothing.

No business, no money,
no bought inmates.

Her game is over. We've won.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Curly's selling drugs.

They're in the last...
the penultimate bathroom.

Curly, listen to me.

I don't want to find your head
in a locker because of that girl.

For fuck's sake.

Ferreiro, come here!

There's nothing here.
Nothing behind, inside, or in the bin.

Could someone confirm
Ferreiro's accusation?

-No.
-No, I can't.

Has anyone seen
Estefania selling drugs?

Definitely not.

Chief, I need to go to the infirmary
to take my methadone dose.

-Can I go?
-Leave.

Thanks.

It was there.

Ferreiro, you're getting a write-up.

On the third one,
you're going to the hole.

Don't go.

Even if you do away with Anabel,
another will come up.

And then another
and another and another.

That's how things work here,
and you know it.

Yes, Maca, but...

What?

Nothing.

High ceilings, hot water...

It's really nice.

Star-shaped mirror,
white, blue, new bathroom...

-All of the highest quality.
-OK.

I'm sure that my family will love it.

-I'll rent it for a week.
-Enjoy.

A peaceful house,
the lamps are from Marrakech.

Very well.

Here you go.

-Many thanks.
-You're welcome.

So...

We should get naked, shouldn't we?

Yes, of course.

As a warning, I'm wearing panty girdles.

How else would I fit this body in?

Fernando.

I want you to know
that I won't fake an orgasm.

If it comes, great.

But I won't be theatrical.

I'm warning you
that I'm not a machine either.

In the last 15 years of marriage,

my wife and I didn't share a bed
or touch each other.

Fifteen years?

That woman must've grown
a new hymen, right?

I think committing murder
would've worked out better.

Where's the Chief
taking Susana Tamayo?

To a face-to-face with her husband.

Poor thing. At this point, when they
reveal where she was kidnapped,

she's going to be shocked.

-Hello?
-To live, what do you prefer?

The northern hemisphere...

or the southern one?

I'm going for a coffee.

Macarena, what the hell
are you doing with a mobile?

We're off to a bad start
if you're going to control my calls.

-Where are you?
-In the controls room.

Are you alone?

Yes, I'm alone.

You haven't answered my question.

Southern hemisphere, of course.

I like the sun, ceviche,
bikinis that don't leave tan lines.

Listen to me for a minute.

Go and renew your passport
and get a vaccination against malaria

because in a couple of days
my brother will bring 1.5 million.

Unless everything
you promised me the other day,

about getting me out of here
and escaping together,

was just a lie.

-Look, Macarena...
-Are you playing both sides?

-With that new girl?
-Sorry?

Yesterday when I called you, I thought
I heard the voice of a woman.

And it seemed to be her. Helena.

Yes, of course.

I was taking her to the hospital

for a check-up.

OK.

I was calling to...

to tell you
that we have new pension plans.

My brother is going
to get the money.

-The ball's in your court.
-Listen for a second, Macarena.

We need time to plan this.

Time? Of course.

We'll have time all right.

I won't get out of here in 15 years.

But fine.

I don't know.

I thought that what you told me
at the lake was true.

Sorry, it doesn't matter anymore.
Whatever.

Macarena!

Can you cover me for a minute?
Shit, it'll only be for a second.

I love you.

Can you repeat that for me?

I love you.

No one's ever said that to me
before making love.

They used to tell me rotten things.

They mouthed profanities.

They drooled over me.

They humiliated me.

But no one ever spoke to me about love.

Five minutes.

What do you mean five minutes, Chief?

The train hasn't even entered
the tunnel!

-Didn't you say you came to talk?
-Yes, we've talked, but...

now my Fernando wants some action.

Stop talking and let's make the most
of the five minutes we have left.

I'm on my way, Chief.

Get the firemen
because Troy will burn down.

What?

You just missed the lesbian assembly.
It was a sight...

There's an inmate
who claims she'll suggest the Warden

to celebrate Gay Pride at Cruz del Sur.

-No way.
-Can you imagine?

However they do it,
we should make a float.

-And both of us get on it, topless.
-The three of us, us three.

Well, us three.

Hey.

The drug stuff is finished.

I've now stopped the drug business.

I told Antonia to keep my share.
I don't want it. It's done.

-OK?
-Great.

Are you happy?

Now we have to talk
about sharing Curly, right?

We said you'd get her
every other day.

-You need to weigh in, too.
-You're all quiet.

Is that true?

Shit, girl!

First you want to put me in the hole
and now you want to share me.

Is that what you learned
at Catholic school?

I don't know what I learned
at Catholic school.

It was a joke.

Curly, this doesn't...

This doesn't make any sense.

I mean, this whole lesbian thing isn't...

It's not in my DNA,

and I think that's why this isn't
firming up at the speed it should.

Firming up?
Like we're a sponge cake?

Look, all relationships
have rough patches.

Peaks, troughs, peaks,
that's how it is, it's fine.

No, you don't understand.
I've never been with a girl.

I never even kissed a girl at school,
which is the norm.

Well, it happens to people.
But I didn't even do that.

You checked out my hot body,
face and hair in the shower,

and you fell in love with me.

No.

No?

Only until I realized...

that this was going to be my world
for 12 years and...

and...

And yes, I saw you, so pretty.

And...

And I grabbed onto you like a float,
desperately.

But...

But no, Curly.

This was your idea, wasn't it?

-It's one of your stunts.
-No.

No. This isn't going to be my fault, too.

It's not my fault she doesn't know
which team she's on.

It's not my fault.

I don't know what the fuck she's told you,
but I don't give a shit.

All I'm saying is that I'll fight for you
against all odds.

And I don't care about your DNA.

I'm going to show you
that I'm the best thing

that ever happened to you.

I'm going to show you
that the stars aligned

when I stole that fucking car
and you cheated a guy,

and they caught us,

because if they hadn't,
we'd never have met.

I don't care that you're like
a fucking concrete wall.

I don't care.

If I have to smash through it over
and over again, I will.

But Maca, I swear on my life...

you'll love me more than anyone else.

Fuck my life!

Curly has a way with words, right?

And she hasn't even
studied at university.

-Hey.
-Hey.

We've just received the forensic report.

-Do you think we'll get anything?
-I've no fucking idea.

But I'm going to play this hand.

I hid the three million

in the air-conditioning ducts
in the house in Morocco.

Stick your hand right to the bottom.

-Hello.
-Roman, any update on the money?

I think so. Wait.

There's something here.

Think about the best
restaurant you'll invite me to.

The most expensive.

The bill alone
will cost half the stash.

Consider it done. You deserve it.

Roman.

Maca?

Help!

Help!

-Hey.
-Hey.

Let me see your eyes.

How are they?

Good, they're only
superficial injuries anyway.

-Just as well.
-Yes.

What's with you? You look happy.

Easy.

Tere.

Tere, come on.

Come with me, come on.

Look at me. Who am I?

-Mommy.
-Very good, my love.

-Very good.
-Mommy...

It's incredible.

Definitely.

-Definitely.
-It's so peaceful...

It's so peaceful...

It's worth it.

It's worth... worthwhile.

I've gone...

twenty two days without heroin.

Congratulations, Tere!

One day at a time.
Let's not celebrate yet.

Little by little, OK?

Twenty two.

How are you?
Are they treating you well in prison?

Yes, they're very nice.

-I've even made a friend.
-A friend?

Pipiolo, come in, fuck!
We're one short of a band.

Eleven days have passed.

Where the hell is Amaya?

SILENCE

Zulema, I need credit.

I need to call my brother again.
He was getting the money.

What part of what we discussed
did you not understand?

The phone was for you
to speak to Susana,

and pretend to be a police lieutenant.

Not for your own personal use.

I just want to make sure
everything's OK.

And then I'll give it back to you
for good.

We're partners, don't forget it.

You're not my boss. We're equals.

Equals.

You're equal to me.

Equal to me before I was born.

A novice,

who hasn't had her fingers burnt yet.

Help!

What are you waiting for?

Your knight in shining armor, Fabio?

Shut up, Zulema.

Once you've got the money
he'll sweep you up.

-Shut up, Zulema.
-Naive.

He's got no balls, no courage.
He won't come to get you.

The only thing he'll do is screw you
and tell his mates afterwards.

Shut up!

While you grasp at straws,

the doors to freedom
are opening for me.

Thirty police officers have combed
the farm with georadars,

looking for evidence.

I hope that they'll leave the garden
how they found it.

My wife takes great care
of her hydrangea.

I wouldn't worry about the garden,
nor the herd of Vietnamese pigs.

However, I would worry
about the bone remains of a baby

found under the fucking hydrangea.

I'll have to speak to the previous
tenants of the property.

We bought the house 18 years ago.

Yeah, and if you like tunnels so much,
like a little mole,

how have you not seen the bones
lying below?

Are you accusing me of something?

Because this pleasant catch-up
that we're having

is missing someone: my attorney.

I'm not accusing you of anything.

I'm telling you

Forensics have confirmed that
the remains belong to your baby,

your daughter.

My baby...

Neither an attorney
nor a detention officer,

nor a guardian angel.

The only person
who has a key to this shithole...

is me.

And this key is starting to turn.

Listen.

Click...

Clack.

The first lock open.

The baby died suddenly.

We put her to bed at night,
and in the morning she was dead.

Do you corroborate
this version, Susana?

If it was a natural death,

why have Forensics
found strychnine in the bones?

I regularly scatter it in the garden,
because of the rats and moles.

-What is strychnine?
-Nothing, darling.

A poison.

Why?

Why was there poison
in my daughter's body?

You told me she'd died
like a small bird, not poisoned.

-Sit down.
-You killed my baby?

You didn't let me take her
to the hospital.

You killed her
because she was like me.

What did you do to those girls?

-Which girls?
-And the other one?

You raped her in the van
while I was driving next to you.

The Police told me.

-Sit down and shut up.
-It's true, you killed her.

What are you doing to her?

-You killed my baby girl.
-They're fooling you.

Tell Sandoval to bring a sedative.

You raped and killed my daughter!

Clack!

Second lock open.

The doors are wide open.

The only person
who can get you out of here...

is me.

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