All language subtitles for Locked Up (Vis a vis) - 02x14 - Episode 14.AMZN-TrollHD

Fuck!

Call security.
Call security!

Take her away.

We need a surgical team.

No!

Bring something
to cover the wound.

- Saray, the medical kit.
- No, no, no!

It's done.
Restrain her.

- Go, go!
- Let go of me! Please!

Enough, Susana. Enough.

Come on, fuck!
Where the hell is the doctor?

I need to talk to Cesareo...

- What happened to that woman?
- OK.

That's it. That's it.

Motherfucker!

How could we have been
so fucking stupid?

Please...

Tell him, please...

- that I won't hurt him any more.
- It's over.

- I'm going to be good.
- It's over.

And he'll forgive me.

Yes, we'll tell him.

Stop fighting sleep.

Rest.

LOCKED UP
by minouhse
www.addic7ed.com

My lawyer has refused
to represent me

because I don't
currently have the money.

My family's accounts are frozen and...

- At the moment...
- OK, OK.

Let's see.
The thing is, Ms Ferreiro,

for the defence
of a murder case,

after having committed
premeditated murder,

and considering the judge deems
the victim to have been defenceless,

any lawyer's office
will demand a very high fee.

But don't worry, there are still
good barristers in the business.

And I won't let a cutie
like yourself wither away in prison.

If you get a bachelor's degree,

I'll request that you get third grade
along with other benefits.

They'll grant it with no problems.
What you've got here is the syllabus.

OK, it doesn't look too bad, does it?

Literature...

Spanish...

- I'm good at languages.
- Estefanía, focus. Third grade.

Third grade. Third grade.
Third grade!

It's hard to work out.

I think you could get
between 10 and 12 years.

12 years?

Look,

that man...

shot my dad in the head
right in front of me.

Miss, you could convince me
of anything,

but with a judge
it's much more difficult.

I'm telling you.

Hello, Federico.

Are you going to save
a prisoner with your legal skills

or have you just come to touch
your dick under the table

while looking at her tits?

This guy can't be your lawyer,
you need to pay for a real one.

I can't! I can't.

My parents' bank accounts are frozen.

OK, what about your brother?

My brother's away.

With this horny git, you'll only
double your time behind bars.

Very well, keep me informed.

They're on their way
to the forensics lab.

We must finish sharpish, the other
officers are growing suspicious.

- Did anyone see you bringing her?
- Very good, let's start.

Can anyone explain how that lunatic
was able to kill her husband here?

I don't know, maybe because
she's a fucking nutter?

All I know is that if we had
any chance of saving that girl,

it's now gone down by 50%.

Now, only one person
knows her whereabouts.

There's no time. Cesareo's dead,
what other leads do you have?

The phone was the fundamental lead,
but it turned out to be fake.

The vet bought
aluminium paper and etching,

and designed a homemade
hot-air balloon that emits gas.

That's how he flew Amaia's phone,
which landed in Hungary,

but it could've landed anywhere.

He said an Eastern
mafia group had her.

- Exactly.
- Do you have anything else?

Cameras, phone records,
SIM cards...

She didn't even take out her phone,
so there's no trail of her movements.

All we have are 3,911 pages
regarding his clients.

He treated bulls, pets, horses.

We don't have time to speak to
everyone, and anyway some have died.

In what state could we
find the girl now?

If she has the three bottles of water,
as displayed on the supermarket receipt,

then according to the doctors,
she has a week to live.

OK, this is what we'll do.

First, we'll leave Helena
with her alone in the cell.

It's the only way
we'll get something out of her.

OK, I imagine that after
the husband incident,

it's logical that we assign
an inmate to live with her

and Helena is the most
appropriate. Agreed.

Secondly, I'm going to interrogate
that scoundrel day and night

until her eyes are wide open
and she reveals Amaia's location.

I'll remind you that the Cold War and
Cambodian torture practices are over, OK?

Don't annoy me, Nosferatu.
Don't annoy me with that.

Oh, temper. What's up?
Don't you have a clear conscience?

OK, enough!

Castillo,

if you want to torture her,
take her down to the station,

grab a phonebook and make
her confess to anything you like,

but Cruz del Sur will not
implicate itself in an abuse case.

Sandoval, I want you
to assist all interrogations,

and also to ensure the physical
well-being of that inmate.

Good afternoon.

The king of etiquette
and morality strikes again.

Bring a clean shirt, please.

Yes, I was a slut,
if you can call it that,

because it's true that...
well, slutty, slutty.

I sucked dick for money.

Be careful,
being a whore is one thing,

but acting like a slut
is very different,

something that we have
a lot of here, a lot.

Truthfully, I don't even
remember it,

because I think
I was asleep half the time.

Because heroin makes you so tired,
I remember I was like:

"Fuck! Sorry."

Thing is, here it isn't...

Being considered a slut
isn't that bad.

If you weren't one on the outside,
you become one on the inside.

We're all a bit slutty here.

Look, ladies, I'm talking
about something serious.

I'm talking about doing this:
getting naked and making money.

But that's the body of a fireman,

not a group of sluts
and druggies like us.

I don't know if I have
the body for it.

Yes you do, Tere!

And what would do you good now
is having a laugh,

and we're going to laugh, Antonia.

How can I show my beaver,
when my man will lose it?

You don't have to open
your legs, just show a tit.

Well, if it's only that...
Here you go, Palacios!

Cover up, I'm giving you a write-up.

What are you doing?

I'm proposing that we do
a naked calendar shoot

to make money
and get a lawyer for Maca.

Are you setting up camp? That's
nonsense and we won't agree to it.

Come on, everyone out!

You won't agree to what?

To inmates having
freedom of expression?

All day, you sell us
the fucking workshops,

the reintegration,
the rehabilitation courses,

but when we have an idea,
it's nonsense you won't agree to?

What's wrong, Kabila?

Well look, they're going
to try Maca for killing a terrorist.

A fucking dickhead who sold children

and took money off immigrants
to smuggle them in containers.

And all I want is to make money

to pay for a good lawyer
who knows the fucking legal system.

They were organising
a naked calendar shoot.

- And Antonia had a breast out.
- Here you go, Palacios,

so you can wank over me.

I'm not going to approve any calendar.

Any activity not approved
by management is prohibited.

Why won't you approve that,

but you'll let Reme publish her poems
while inside? This is the same:

we want to publish our bodies,
which we've cultivated here.

If you want, you can join us.

I won't allow you
to market your body,

nor those of your inmates.

So if I catch you trying
to convince them to get naked again,

you'll go straight to solitary.

- Is that clear?
- Yes.

A reminder to inmates
Soledad Nuñez and Miriam Lein,

you'll be transferred to hospital
for a heart check-up.

Why did you accuse your husband
of sexually abusing Amaia?

Why? Why?

The patient doen't have
an hearing problem, Inspector.

Why don't you calm down and relax?

I'm quite certain that she'll
understand you perfectly well.

Take this, Susana. Drink some
water. Relax, come on.

You'll see, it'll do you good.

You definitely spoke about the sexual
abuse for a reason, didn't you?

You don't make things up.

No.

There were traces
of semen in the van.

The police told me.

The police? What police?

Lieutenant Lorenzo.

I can't remember the station.

Did someone come to question you
at the prison without my knowledge?

How did you speak to her, Susana?
With the lieutenant?

On the phone.

But you don't have a SIM card,
or permission to make calls.

It was Saray's SIM.

The lieutenant is a friend of Zulema.

But that's all I know, really.
Ask my husband.

I don't know anything else.

Ask your husband?

Why don't you ask him yourself?

Or even better, why don't you
take the pen out of his throat

and write it down on a piece of paper?

- Let's get the phone register.
- You go, I'll deal with Zulema.

What do I get out of this?

You get what I get, as always.

Up until now,
I've kept you in the dark,

because I didn't want
to implicate you.

Now I need to know
you're with me. I need you.

Why? Blondie's not
good enough any more?

You were such good friends.

What happened?
Did she lose you money?

I'm talking about something more
important and valuable than money.

Honestly, something
that can change things.

The investigations,
the expert reports, filing lawsuits,

turning judges...

Something that you and I need.

To erase the past.

Well, since you don't have
Harry Potter's wand...

I don't think so.

Are you with Curly?

Are you with her or not?
Have they taken her from you?

Is it a yes? No, yes, no...

What I'm telling you is...

Well, if it's a no,

I'm here.

If you don't have anything
better to do, come with me.

I have to think about it.

Look, I'm not going to give in.
I'll upload a video online,

so that everyone knows.
I'll get signatures and make noise

until they're forced
to allow the shoot.

I'll pay you back. You know
that, right? As soon as I can.

No one tells me when and where
to do things. Not even my dad.

Tere, what?
Shall we do a strip tease?

OK, Tere. Tere.

Yes, Tere.

You have a tasty arse,
the arse of a teenager.

Do December with a Santa hat, naked.

Come on, you'll be tasty! You have to.

I'm too shy to strip off.

Guys, could you help me
get over the embarrassment?

Start with the help
of some coke, a joint.

There's no way
the calendar's happening.

- No. Go on, throw.
- What? What's up, Blondie?

You should thank Curly for risking
missing out on third grade for you.

She deserves to get her pussy licked.

- What?
- Yes.

My friend and I, we share
a lawyer amongst other things,

and he told me she's on the verge
of getting third grade,

if she behaves, of course.

- Well done, it's true. So what?
- Then the calendar's over.

- Why?
- You're not going to risk that.

- Not for me, Curly. No!
- What?

What are we going to do then?

Wait until your brother
pulls you out of the fire?

- Do you want to call Spiderman?
- There'll be no pussy licking.

What's your plan?
Wait around to get fucked over?

You're welcome to sit here
with your arms crossed,

but I'm also allowed to try and
avoid you spending 12 years here.

- Come on, don't fuck about.
- You can't talk to her like that.

- You went too far.
- I want to help her.

Listen to me,
you can't talk to her like that!

You went too far. Play.

How are you today, queen?

I feel amazing.

Today I woke up
with Bizet's opera "Carmen"...

in my head.

- Do you know it?
- Yes.

Fuck! You're a music lover.

With lots of hobbies, many friends,

even lieutenants, right?

Police lieutenants.

Who exactly did you call
with Saray's SIM?

I've got nothing to hide, Fabio.

The phones are on the log.

And more importantly,

you know that I love
cooperating with the police.

Call:

63975225.

Call it.

You're a dirty son of a bitch.

I don't know what you've
said to Susana Tamayo,

but you made her stab her husband
in the neck with a pen.

Who do you think I am,
Hannibal Lecter?

Like I can whisper in someone's ear

and they automatically
become ruthless killers?

That poor woman should have been
admitted to a psychiatric hospital,

not to Cruz del Sur.

You should review
your security protocols.

Get up!

You're going straight to solitary.

Great.

Go, Zulema!

Well done!

Fabio. What are you doing?

Asking myself why the hell you
impersonated a police lieutenant.

Fuck.

Whilst I'm up to my neck in shit,
you're double-crossing me?

You're the instigator of a murder

and thanks to your phone number,

there's a good chance
of Castillo accusing you

of having interfered
in a kidnap investigation,

and initiating legal
proceedings against you.

- I did it for the money.
- I don't care why you did it.

Fuck.

Look, Macarena. All I know is,
with every decision you make,

you make it all the more difficult.

Get rid of the bloody phone before
they trace it under a court order.

What are you telling me?

I remember celebrating
a birthday, more or less.

With my mum. Well, I was tied up
in the end for moving too much.

If you want, I can tell you
about my childhood.

I spent almost all my childhood
with Karim, let's say, my uncle.

And... just as well.

Especially when Mum was around,
she's the crux of the matter.

You only get one mum.

No, no.
Who'd come and see me?

No one has ever come to see me, nope.

My boyfriend, when he was around.

And now... nobody.

What's wrong, aren't you
going to answer my wife's call?

No, well, I'll call her later.

We arranged to have a drink.

In fact, we've seen each other
two or three times since.

Thing is, she was quite emotional
and needed to vent.

And why didn't you tell me?

I don't know, it didn't come up and...

I don't really need
to explain myself.

No need to be defensive.

You're getting nervous,
almost as if you fancy my ex-wife.

No.

If I do, what of it?

The only person here
who doesn't like your wife is you.

Well, if you like her,
you should tell her.

You know? There's
nothing left between us.

And I'd rather
she rebuilt her life with you

than any old person.

I appreciate that,
but I won't go there.

OK, I understand.

Look, do you know what you should do?

Have a few Fantas with her, chat,
and then walk her to the door.

You'll see.

Castillo.

What are you doing, mate?

Those wouldn't be the pills we took
to survive the night shifts?

Something that turns your pee
orange can't be good.

No...

These ones stop me

from hurling myself
off the watch tower.

Well...

Lieutenant Lorenzo doesn't exist.

The number pertains to a prepaid
SIM bought with a fake ID.

The phone tower located
the call to Cruz del Sur.

OK, that confirms our suspicion
about Zulema, doesn't it?

It confirms that that bitch
did the Bert and Ernie to Susana,

while I was playing guessing
games with the husband.

I'm already a deadman, Fabio.

I don't think they'll let me
finish this case.

What are you saying?

If you save that girl,
the rest won't matter.

No, not any more.

The police fuckups
are going to take their toll

and IA always has some bastard
who thinks that you're the delinquent.

Or do you not remember how this works?

Come on, Damián. Shit.

We're going to get the information
out of that loony.

Yes, but since you don't have
a pendulum to hypnotise her...

Come on, let's go over there.

How are you, Susana?
How are things?

I'm really tired.

I don't want to talk
to this man any more.

Well look, since you don't
want to talk to me,

here's someone
who will have a chat with you,

and someone you have
a lot in common with.

She's a devastated mother, like you.

Maria,
I'm the Inspector's assistant...

You know what it's like
to lose a daughter.

Well look, speak with her
and see if you become friends.

Yes, I have the kidnapper here.

OK, here she is,
I'll put you on hands-free.

Hello, Susana.

I'm Amaia's mother.

I just wanted to ask you, please,

to help me find my daughter.

There's no doubt
she must be very cold

because she never
covers herself up enough.

She told me she was going for a run
and I told her to wear a jumper,

but I started vacuuming and
I don't know if she heard me.

I didn't see her leave,
or give her a kiss goodbye.

They've asked me many times
what she was wearing.

The thing is, I don't know.
I don't know.

Please, tell me
where my daughter is. Please.

Susana, tell me something.

Susana, tell me something.
Tell me where my daughter is.

If she was going for a run,
she'd go without a jacket.

Please, tell me where my daughter is.

Yes, it's over. Relax.

This woman can't give any more.
She needs to rest.

- Fabio, why don't you take her back?
- She needs to rest?

And the mother, that woman
who's had 2 sleepless weeks

doesn't need to rest?

Not knowing whether her daughter is
dead or alive, doesn't she need rest?

- OK, Fabio.
- OK what?

There's a code of conduct
and I won't break it tonight.

Nor will I, mate. I was trying to be
calm, but I'm going to fuck you up.

Or do you prefer
to fall down the stairs?

Shut up, Fabio.

And take her away.

Come on. Let's go and get
some rest, Susana. Come on.

Antonio Palacios,
everyone calls me Palacios.

I met Miranda at university
and I looked her up to work together.

I'm a firm believer in her educational
reforms regarding prisoners.

Miranda.

The Governor's just gone through
a break-up and Sandoval has issues...

I won't even mention.
But I can't get into all that.

I think there's something,
I'm not sure what,

but I think there's some sort of
energy, something positive,

that makes us better people.

Anything else?
See you later.

Thanks.

How are you dealing
with the Fabio situation?

Well, the last time I spoke with him
he told me he'd call me,

something he'll never do,
so fine, I guess.

- Well, you never know.
- You're wrong, I do.

I've developed other senses.

- Carolina.
- Eh?

Do you think I'm gay?

Well I don't know, are you?

For a while I thought I was.

I thought I was gay
because I live around women

and I didn't feel anything.

I see them change, get naked,

masturbate and...

Honestly, I don't give a shit.

This morning,
Antonia, who's very funny,

got her tit out and said:

"Palacios, you can wank over me."

- That's crazy.
- Yes.

But in the last 2 weeks, I've
realised that I really like women.

Oh yeah? Great.

Because I like you.

Fabio.

Has she said anything
about the girl's whereabouts?

Don't you feel
we're torturing her?

Fuck, she's crazy.

You think she's capable
of posing a threat

to the Criminal Intelligence Unit?

Helena, are you OK?

No.

No, shit. I'm not OK,

but I keep going because
there's a teenager in trouble.

Even though that idiot knows nothing.

Don't doubt your work. You're doing
an amazing job. You hear me?

We'll see, I don't want any more
stories, so back to bed now.

Antonio?

Excuse me, I was
with a man here a moment ago.

Do you know if he's left?

Well, he left just a moment ago.

OK. Thanks.

Hello, Antonio. It's me.

Nothing, I just got to the bar,
but it looks like you've left.

I imagine you don't feel
like answering the phone to me,

and I understand,
I was only calling to...

to apologise
for having left like that.

You kind of caught me
by surprise, you know?

And well, I got scared.

I didn't really know what to say.

When I fell in love with Fabio,
he was eye-catching.

This is a bit unusual
for me, you know?

And afterwards,
I fell in love with the rest,

his personality, his...

Anyway,
what I want to tell you...

is that since I've been blind,
no one catches my eye any more.

And now, I pick up on other things:

the voice, the smell,

listening skills.

And, on the one hand,
I almost prefer it.

Carolina.

I'm here.

Yeah?

- I thought you'd already left.
- Not at all, I was getting a drink.

- OK, I'll hang up.
- No.

Finish the call.

Well...

What I wanted to ask from you

was that you have
a bit of patience with me.

I'll hang up now because
I'm clogging up your mail box.

Patience?

My mum makes me read
the obituaries every morning.

Compared to me,
Saint Job is a nervous guy.

Saint Job?

- A beer?
- Yes, please.

What I'd have liked is for Maca
to ask me to marry her,

in a crazy way...

from the top of the cell blocks.

Well, at first it would've
shocked me. Definitely.

But...

But then I'd have said "yes",

of course.

I'd have started crying like a girl.

And we'd have got married
right here, in the chapel,

both dressed in white. Beautiful.

Then we'd have had a huge party.

And we'd have been very happy,
even if it was here, inside.

And outside...

Outside would've been sick.

We'd have hired an apartment

near a park
and with a supermarket nearby

where I could work the till.

And we'd have got a dog,

a gigantic dog that would
cover you in hair and drool.

But one night I realised that none
of this was going to happen.

That at any moment,

she'd start drifting away
like a balloon in the sky.

But I decided that,
until that day came,

I would continue holding her,

and enjoying her...

until the last minute.

- Could that be true?
- Fuck, you scared me.

But the one who took
your breath away was me.

- Yes.
- Yes.

But the person I wanted
to marry was her. Blondie.

But the one you wanted
to escape with...

was surely me.

Anabel.

Anabel, what time would you say it is?

Anabel.

I'm Fatima.

What do I know? At least 7am.

Perfect.

Time to eat.

Come on.

Mate, it's already been half an hour.

We're not asking
for money, only support.

Signing the request online is enough

for them to let us do
a charity calendar.

And also to let them know
that we won't be silenced.

They're our bodies, our decisions.

United naked.

Keep it down.

You keep it down. I'm filming
and you're fucking it up.

Curly, no one is going to pay
a fucking euro to see your twat.

- She thinks she's Beyoncé.
- Enough.

Come on Curly, finish up.
I need to hand the phone back now.

- OK.
- You're going to get me in shit.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing.
I'm waiting to go in.

Who's in there?

Me, Curly.

- Open the door, Kabila.
- I'm shitting.

- It's going to take a while.
- Kabila, open the fucking door.

I'm taking a shit, jeez.

Kabila, open the door
or I'll come in.

I'm wiping, goddammit.

- Kabila.
- Wait, I'm wiping.

Open the fucking door.

- Give me the phone.
- I'll give it to you in a second.

Kabila, give me the phone.
Give me the fucking phone.

- Son of a bitch.
- Give me the phone.

No!

You motherfucker!

I need backup
in the changing room!

- Come on.
- Kabila, I'll hurt you.

Can we talk?

Ferreiro, the breakfast shift
has finished, so beat it.

What are you doing?

Parreño, finish cleaning
in the kitchen.

Could you tell me what you're doing?

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
about the phone.

I didn't think it was important.
But you're keeping secrets too.

- Excuse me?
- The other day, when I called you,

you weren't in the hospital.
You were in a bar, with music,

and you were with Helena.

- So what was that about?
- I was in a waiting room.

Of course, with jazz music
and glasses clinking.

- And last night?
- What about last night?

You were in her cell,
touching her hair.

Can you tell me what that was about?

- I was moving a prisoner.
- I'm not an idiot.

Acting like the Terminator
when I catch you

is something you've done many times.

Fabio, what I'm noticing
I've been noticing since she arrived.

Are you messing?

Are you messing with me? Because
all of this is very important to me.

Are you fucking her?

Is there any other explanation
for why you were whispering?

Look at me, Fabio.

Is there something
you haven't told me?

Look...

It was a bit of fun, OK?
It didn't mean anything.

It's not like you and I have
sworn eternal fidelity, is it?

OK.

You're right,
I have no reason to...

demand explanations from you or...

I'm not your woman or anything.

But I got a bit excited.

And I needed you to take a risk.

But it doesn't matter.

Loitering in cell block access
corridors is prohibited.

- What happened?
- This.

She was filming a video
and trying to post it online.

What the hell have you done?
You tasered her without my consent?

- What did you want me to do?
- I'm Head of Security!

She bit my hand, the motherfucker.

Fuck off! Get out of here,
you're going to asphyxiate her.

Get up, Kabila. Let's go.

Come on.

Zahir, breakfast.

Palacios.

- What's wrong now?
- Palacios, call a doctor.

What the hell have you done, Zahir?

I've eaten half a kilo of clothes.

All this polyester...

It'll kill me in less than an hour.

Call a doctor...

Call a doctor...

Call a doctor!

Can you all hear?
I've just poisoned myself!

A doctor!